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"Excuse me, your highness" the frog said. "May I implore you to give me a peck on the cheek?"
"Not a kiss?" the princess asked.
"I would not presume. A peck will turn me back into a prince for a day, so I can find a bow and arrows."
"Whatever for?"
"I'll kill the heron who's eating my friends!"
"Here you go," the guard said, "in you go with the others."
The door clanged shut behind me. The cell was quite crowded, a quite homogenous group of men looked at me.
How to say it in Latin? "Cur in carcerem es?"
"We are also time travellers," one said in English, "here to warn Caesar."
She rode through London in a coach pulled by eight white bulls, wore dresses that scandalized Samuel Pepys into near-incoherence, and published critiques of both Hobbes and Descartes. She also wrote science fiction 152 years before *Frankenstein*. Her name was Margaret Cavendish — the woman who kept writing the future while her century tried to close the door.
