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'No. It wouldn't be a good idea,' Magrat persisted.
'Oh, all right,' said Nanny. She handed the empty jug to Baron Saturday, who took it in a kind of hypnotic daze.
'We're just going to sort things out,' she said. 'Sorry about this. On with the motley ... if anyone's got any left.'
When the witches had gone Mrs Gogol reached down and picked up the damp remains of the doll.
One or two people coughed.
'Is that it?' said the Baron. 'After twelve years?'
'The Prince is dead,' said Mrs Gogol. 'Such as he was.'
'But you promised that I would be revenged on her,' the Baron said.
'I think there will be revenge,' said Mrs Gogol. She tossed the doll on to the floor. 'Lilith has been fighting me for twelve years and she never got through. This one didn't even have to sweat. So I think there will be revenge.'
'You don't have to keep your word!'
'I do. I've got to keep something.' Mrs Gogol put her arm around Ella's shoulder.
'This is it, girl,' she said. 'Your palace. Your city. There isn't a person here who will deny it.'
She glared at the guests. One or two of them stepped backwards.
Ella looked up at Saturday.
'I feel I should know you,' she said. She turned to Mrs Gogol. 'And you,' she added. 'I've seen you both . . . before. A long time ago?'
Baron Saturday opened his mouth to speak. Mrs Gogol held up her hand.
'We promised,' she said. 'No interference.'
'Not from us?
'Not even from us.' She turned back to Ella. 'We're just people.'
'You mean . . .' said Ella, 'I've slaved in a kitchen for years . . . and now . . . I'm supposed to rule the city? Just like that?'
'That's how it goes.'
Ella looked down, deep in thought.
'And anything I say people have to do?' she said innocently.
There were a few nervous coughs from the crowd.
'Yes,' said Mrs Gogol.
Ella stood looking down at the floor, idly biting a thumbnail. Then she looked up.
'Then the first thing that's going to happen is the end of the ball. Right now! I'm going to find the carnival. I've always wanted to dance in the carnival.' She looked around at the worried faces. 'It's not compulsory for anyone else to come,' she added.
The nobles of Genua had enough experience to know what it means when a ruler says something is not compulsory.
Within minutes the hall was empty, except for three figures.
'But . . . but ... I wanted revenge,' said the Baron. 'I wanted death. I wanted our daughter in power.'
