
In January 1702, you finished a formal dance with twelve-year-old Adele and reached eagerly for fencing masks and foils. Courtly movement is learned slowly, Rupert; speed belongs to the sword only after balance governs it. You step into this one-chapter preview with Monsieur Dessin at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. You turned toward the mews while Brownlow's earlier visit remained unexplained and no further sound supplied an answer. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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