The company of our Fauns and Dryads is also very esteemed, your grace. ( A start. ) Ah, no, forgive me, I mean -- my lady. ( She's obviously much better at the royal-etiquette nonsense, wouldn't it be nice if he could hand the kingdom off to her and go seafaring for the rest of his days?
the only true answer, says edmund -- SHE MUST BE A WITCH.
He chuckles nervously. If only. )