A prime number

At first, the prince doesn't seem to be studying you with particular care. He casts a regally incurious gaze up and down, then looks puzzled. "Bring the wizard forward!" he declares.

The Chamberlain looks nervous. You can't be sure, but (s)he seems to be walking decidedly ahead of you, almost as if to mask you from Prince Shane's inspection. But at last the Chamberlain is forced to stand aside. You stand at attention.

Prince Shane's lips move silently. Is he reciting some sort of poem? You wish you'd taken that lip-reading course last year. Then the Prince looks down, and you can't see his eyes clearly.

"Take the wizard to Room 17!" Prince Shane declares.

"Room 17, Your Highness?" asks the Chamberlain, in a tone that seems to want to ask, Are you sure? but doesn't dare.

"Room 17! We shall interview the wizard there presently."

Prince Shane rises and leaves the room in a hurry. The Chamberlain, seeming preoccupied, leads you away, muttering something containing the word or syllable, "off," or something like it. You arrive at Room 17 to find...

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