“Please, Highness, it will only take a moment.”
“I’m sorry, goodwoman. I don’t have a moment. I must be on my way, but I will send help to you.”
With that, High Princess Leonora signaled her carriage driver to continue on and nodded to her guard to ride ahead. He would find a cart and bring it back to the old woman and escort her and her broken wagon into the capitol.
“If you could spare a moment to speak with her, you could have spared a moment more for someone in our party to help fix her wagon,” said Leonora’s godmother, who sat across from the princess.
“The state it was in, they would have had to build her a new one,” Leonora said. She turned and her bright blue eyes were filled with the weight of cares yet unfulfilled. “That would have taken longer than a moment. And I didn’t see you raising your wand, Godmother.”