And just as Catskin went to the ball, and Cendrillon, and Aschenputtel, so must you. The ball that will be given soon in the palace; I've heard talk of it in the kitchens. The servants say one is held each year. Have you never gone?She shook her head.Then you must go this year dressed in a fine gown as it is done in the stories.She sat staring at him. Me, Gillie? I don’t belong at the ball.As much as Cinderella did.But they are only stories; they’re not things that can happen. She studied him for a long time. He did not seem to be making a joke.It's what you dream, Thursey. You should do what you dream of doing, else where is the good in dreaming?