“I'm
going to regret asking this,” Raven says, “But imposters of
what?”
“We
don't know,” the woman replies. “The Prince is summoning all the
women our age to the palace. When we get here, we are told to wear a
pair of shoes. If the shoes fit, we get locked up for being
Imposters. You have to help us, please.”
Raven
looks at the desperation on her face, on the faces of all the women.
“I should leave you all here,” he sighs, “You wont die. Ideas
don't die.” He bends to examine the lock for a moment. “But
I'll see what I can do,” he continues as he stands, looking round.
“Ah,
that'll be it,” he says when he spots what he's looking for.
