[She ducked her head a little bit as she spun in turn, smiling.]
They are of every kind -- young boys sent by their rich Papa's, who are so nervous they can hardly speak. The aging old Dukes that think their trinkets and false French will impress a Queen who spoke it fluently by the time she was nine. Of course there is the odd arrogant young so and so that thinks I have to care for him just because he's whoever he is.
[there's a short skip of a step that leaves her just a little bit breathless, enough for her favourite of all, and it makes her voice warm just thinking of them -- ] Then there are my explorers. They know what impresses me. My jolly sailors bold, all of them. The come in off the wind from the East Indies, the bring me gold and silks, they bring me spices, they bring me things I have never seen -- they give me unknown worlds and the days at sea. They give you immensities, and they spin you about -- [as if just to make the tale grander, she timed it to the dance, to take Lucrezia's hand once more and spin her under her arm all a little too fast to the whirl of music, almost enough to make one dizzy.] -- and then back into that immensity they go. [her laugh was brilliant then, still as light as the dance was -- for she loved to dance she realised, in the way she loved explorers. The thrill of it, of the unknown, and the light headed feeling that followed it.]
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They are of every kind -- young boys sent by their rich Papa's, who are so nervous they can hardly speak. The aging old Dukes that think their trinkets and false French will impress a Queen who spoke it fluently by the time she was nine. Of course there is the odd arrogant young so and so that thinks I have to care for him just because he's whoever he is.
[there's a short skip of a step that leaves her just a little bit breathless, enough for her favourite of all, and it makes her voice warm just thinking of them -- ] Then there are my explorers. They know what impresses me. My jolly sailors bold, all of them. The come in off the wind from the East Indies, the bring me gold and silks, they bring me spices, they bring me things I have never seen -- they give me unknown worlds and the days at sea. They give you immensities, and they spin you about -- [as if just to make the tale grander, she timed it to the dance, to take Lucrezia's hand once more and spin her under her arm all a little too fast to the whirl of music, almost enough to make one dizzy.] -- and then back into that immensity they go. [her laugh was brilliant then, still as light as the dance was -- for she loved to dance she realised, in the way she loved explorers. The thrill of it, of the unknown, and the light headed feeling that followed it.]