peek onstage. When she couldnât find me, she panicked and begged Conti to organize a search party. Iâd started laughing, and they spotted me. Say youâre sorry, sheâd commanded. But I wasnât. Iâd seen the Sun King dance!
Now I touched Martinozziâs arm. âHeâll send me to the convent if I fail.â
She sighed. âDonât try to fool him, you wicked girl. Heâll make you beg for the convent.â
The kingâs herald called from the antechamber, âHis Majesty the King!â and we curtsied.
King Louis went straight to his mother and kissed her. He looked at her cards, then rounded the table, checking everyoneâs hand. âIâd slip Madame de Motteville a spare ace, but that would give her away.â He paused to absorb their chuckles. âSo instead, Iâll sweeten the bank.â He tossed a golden coin on the table, where it clinked among the silver. Then he turned to me. âMarie!â
Martinozzi backed away as the king approached.
âYou donât play cards?â he asked.
I glanced at the table, where I had not been invited to play. âIâm afraid Iâm no better at dealing with card players than with politicians.â
He looked confused.
I grinned. âI never know when theyâre bluffing.â
He laughed heartily. So did the queenâs ladies.
âMarie,â cried the queen, âyouâre such a wit!â
âPray donât tell my uncle,â I said. âHeâll either ship me to a convent or rent me out as a royal jester and pocket all my profits.â
Everyone roared at that, and I prayed they really wouldnât tell my uncle.
The queen mother dabbed her eyes and gestured to a tufted bench. âPlease, Marie, sit when you talk to the king.â
To be allowed to sit in the presence of royalty was rare. Everyone watched us sit together, and I didnât have time to worry what they thought.
King Louis reached into his doublet and pulled out my book. âThere was a reason for the delay. I ⦠I had to learn Italian.â
I was stunned. âYou learned Italianâfor me?â
âYour sisters say you read in every language.â
âNot every. Greek, Latin, English, Italian, French, Spanish.â
He laughed. âI confess, I struggled with some passages.â He flipped through the pages to canto fourteen. âHere. Whatâs Armida doing?â
I looked. âAh, the best part. Sheâs just enchanted Rinaldo.â
âBut why does she fly him to her magic castle?â
âTo keep him for her pleasure.â My cheeks burned. âBut it doesnât last.â
The queen mother looked our way. âRead aloud, Marie.â
âShe doesnât have to read,â said the king. âShe knows whole cantos by heart.â
The queenâs eyes widened. âThen recite!â
âYes,â said the king. He searched the pages. âHere. Recite your favorite verses from canto sixteen, and I will see if you get them right.â
I resisted the urge to wipe my palms on my silk skirts. I began to recite the canto in Italian.
âHer veil, flung open, shows her breast; in curls
Her wild hair woos the summer wind: she dies
Of the sweet passion, and the heat that pearls,
Yet more her ardent aspect beautifies:
A fiery smile within her humid eyes,
Trembling and tender, sparkles like a streak
Of sunshine in blue fountains; as she sighs,
She oâer him hangs; he on her white breast sleek
Pillowing his head reclines, cheek blushing turnâd to cheek.â
Aware of the furious blush in my own cheeks, I glanced at the king.
He rifled through pages. âYes! She got it.â
The queen and her ladies applauded, murmuring to each other. They have no idea it is a love scene! I bowed my head.
King Louis handed the book to me. âAlas, I promised my brother a game of billiards.â He stood to go.
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