He could remember the Professor's instructions as if given yesterday.

"First, fix your question firmly in your mind" -- that, at least, was
easy this time around -- /Will my bloodline survive me?/

His breath stopped, Death in the layout, but the rest seemed hopeful.
He found his eyes drawn to the centre, and the Princess of Coins.

She stood under the moon, hand on swollen belly, unkempt hair
her only concession to modesty.  As he watched she brushed blonde
locks out of eyes and turned to look out of the picture with a dreamy
smile. 

Suddenly all of James' worries evaporated.