No, child, you give someone an impossible task so that they won’t be able to do it.” Marra examined this statement carefully from all directions. “But I did it,” she said. “Twice.” “I had noticed,” said the dust-wife grimly. “And quite likely you will do the third task and then I will be obligated to help you kill your prince.” “He isn’t my prince,” said Marra acidly. “If you plan to kill him, he is. Your victim. Your prince.
