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“You must be fighting fit, Emma, whatever else. Most of life is the ability to be ready for what comes your way.”
“St. George is not the only one who can slay a dragon, Emma Lion. I’ve seen you wield a sword.” It was, perhaps, the most wonderful compliment I’ve ever been paid. I intend to keep Roland.
Balls are amusing for this very reason. Everyone comments on the gowns, the crush, the ladies, the gentlemen. Nobody ever mentions the music. Well, I enjoy the music. I am fond of finding a corner concealed by a palm and listening to the musicians play a beautiful waltz. And when one’s hiding place has been discovered by a tall giraffe of extreme proportions, there is always a library with which to keep company.
One hundred years in the future, people will read how we all stayed up like fools for half the night, dancing in overcrowded rooms, and think we were mad. And somehow, someone will find this journal and see that we knew it was abominably stupid to wake with pounding heads and sore feet. What a barbaric society we are.
I enjoy company, but I enjoy solitude, with space to walk and think and read—however
Our conversation was very June and very Afternoon, meaning it meandered like a honey bee.
