I went to the Arizona Renaissance Festival again this week, this time for a "play day", so I only got five writing days in again. Here's a sampling from The Lady and the Minstrel this week. Rob (my hero) is giving Marguerite (my heroine) a flute lesson in the scene from Friday. :-)
Monday: William had
never understood him—none of them had—but Robert saw the gulf between them
widen further than ever at his answer.
Tuesday: “But ye
wanted to,” William repeated roughly, “and once ye take a notion into yer head,
it’s hell to pay with ye, Rob.”
Wednesday: But last
night . . . last night, after the feast had ended, while she had waited for
Maida to come and help her dress for bed, he had all unbeknownst to himself,
become her hero.
Thursday: The way
Robert spoke in the same refined accents as she, the easy assurance in his
stride, the proud way he tilted his chin when he sang before her father’s hall
. . . surely these all betrayed his noble blood?
Friday: In spite of
her determined attempts to will it otherwise, air had begun to leak out of the
corners of her mouth until notes that she had finally learned to produce with
aplomb gradually began to wobble.
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