"Cam does not live somewhere with laws but I think he grew up somewhere with them. If he might get pulled off the internet project anyway we could inquire."

He gestures for an attendant to get Cam.

Someone else walks in, prostrates himself. " - yes?"

"For the Prince Hemaka, your grace -"

"Right. Uh, do you want to be there?" he asks Cor. "Do you want Belmarniss to be there?"

"Yes and yes."

"Ready when you are."

So they can step outside. 

        "You have a wording?" asks the new guy.

"I want you to Wish for the removal of all enchantments, geases, or memory-altering effects targeting me."

"Belmarniss, is 'enchantments or geases' pretty comprehensive there?"

"Redundant, actually, 'enchantment' covers I think everything you want, it's the fucky school of magic. I guess in principle something fucky could be going on solely through things that don't constitute enchantments, like, say, garden variety holding his loved ones hostage or something, but there'd really be no reason for that to be set up before you got here given the availability of enchantments, how deep do you want to go?"

"...confirming that the school of fucky magic is not operative should do."

The guy casts the spell.

Hemaka looks nonplussed. 

"Thank you."

Cor waits for the guy to leave.

He does that.

"He really cast it and it was what he said it was and everything."

"Is all yet well?" Cor wonders at Hemaka.

"No changes. I appreciate your concern."

"Thanks for going to the trouble."

"Sure. Do you mind if I get Khemet to reimburse me, I figured I should pay up front but a Wish is most of my resources and there's all this interesting stuff I'd rather spend them on."

"I don't mind. Or get Cam to make you a sack of diamonds."

"Useful power, that. Did you check on the rest of them also or is that less achievable when their husbands aren't here -"

"If you're doing okay that plus the apparent range makes it plausible enough that I... just happened to get a bad one. I guess I can't rule out them being horrible invariably past a certain age, I'm not sure Annie would've drawn attention to it if Rirosseth has a rap sheet, but I can put weight on your vouch and Mirelótë's at minimum."

"I can get back to you on it in a couple thousand years if we get back together, I guess."

And they go back inside.

"I apologize for casting aspersions on whichever of you aren't horrible," Cor says.

"I'm sorry you ran into a bad one."