Even that was a lofty ambition, but having some vaguely attainable victory to aim for seemed to pacify the ghost of the crusading warrior still raging deep within her.
Not to mention that the subtle enhancements of the make-up had indeed made it likely that the court ladies would mistake her for one of their own before the evening was out. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, felt much happier, picked up the candlestick, noticed how low the candle had burned down, and hurried out of her quarters and into the subterranean passageways. The celebrations had almost certainly begun, and after having gone to so much trouble it seemed an awful shame to have to arrive any later than necessary, and deprive her sisters the sight of her vanity-inducing loveliness.