The first time that Anya had an inkling that all was not right was when she was cleaning the hut they had been allocated as their living quarters. She tried to use magic to clean out the accumulated dust but found she had none left. Instead she had to clean up the old fashioned way, with a broom and a lot of sweat. It was irritating as she was already tired but she knuckled down and went to work.
Losing her magic was not a totally new experience for her. She had used up a lot of her magic stockpile creating the amulet for the Prince. She had then also used smaller amounts disguising herself and the Prince in the storeroom and perhaps more than she wanted, making the wagon they had journeyed in, invisible to the roaming rebel patrols. When she thought about it, it was probably not surprising that she was "dry". She would just have to patiently wait until it replenished. From her past experience she would need to wait several weeks to have a workable stockpile at her fingertips.
It had been irritating listening to the Prince demanding to be restored. Surely the now toddler girl understood the graveness of their situation. Were the Prince to be discovered both of their lives would be forfeit. The rumours Konrad had passed on was that the royalist army had been soundly defeated and only a few had escaped the routing. It would have been easier if she had just made Jaspar behave like the little girl he appeared to be all the time. It was irritating how she kept demanding things.
Then this 16 year old peasant girl was apparently her new boss. Anya had gone from being one of the most powerful women in the country, with the ability to sway the opinions of the Crown Prince to being a goat herd. She was not particularly impressed. But with her magic unavailable she would just have to suck it and persevere.
She set about milking the nanny goats, leaving the baby prince in a grassy pen, from where she could not escape. This pen was particularly appropriate as it was at the side of the dairy building. Inside of which were Lara and others. It meant that Jaspar was under the compulsion once more, to behave as she seemed and stopped nagging. She watched the little girl pull herself up on the railings of the pen, trying to balance. It seemed Prince Jaspar, or Jess as she was currently known was going to have to learn how to walk again.