You can't force folks to have good sense, even if they're family. Maybe especially then.

I see you've decided to take my advice after all, Richard." Lady Wendall's amused voice said from somewhere above and behind him. "Marrying your ward is *exactly* the sort of usual scandal I had in mind: I wonder it didn't occur to me before.

In short, if we wish to see anything sensible done about the situation, we will clearly have to do it ourselves.

Nine times out of ten, talking is a way of avoiding doing things.

Of course it doesn't make sense." Lady Wendall said. "The rules of society rarely do.

No proper princess would come out looking for dragons," Woraug objected. "Well I'm not a proper princess then!" Cimorene snapped. "I make cherries jubillee and I volunteer for dragons, and I conjugate Latin verbs-- or at least I would if anyone would let me. So there!

Kim was more than a little inclined to snarl at him, but in the past few days she had learned that snarling at Mairelon did little good. He simply smiled and corrected her grammar.