Sure, if you are prepared to carry me home tomorrow.
[ Because it will be tomorrow. It's late enough there's no time to go ashore for any length of time and still catch a ferry back to the Gallows. They will have to sleep in their clothes in the stables, or something—as the Maker intended.
But first they'll dance. They do find somewhere, a hall with its chairs and tables pressed along the perimeter to give its Lowtown crowd somewhere to entertain themselves while the weather's so awful. For half an hour they're caught up in the tail end of a series of country dances. After that, though, it's late enough for no one to have the energy for choreographed lines or spinning quartets, half of the musicians retire and leave only two stubbornly carrying the music onward, and the dancers who linger do so in lazily waltzing pairs.
Bastien's not lazy. Footwork still crisp. Not bothered if they stand out or look like show-offs. He's leading, this go-around, and he has to stand on his toes to give By a little twirl. ]
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[ Because it will be tomorrow. It's late enough there's no time to go ashore for any length of time and still catch a ferry back to the Gallows. They will have to sleep in their clothes in the stables, or something—as the Maker intended.
But first they'll dance. They do find somewhere, a hall with its chairs and tables pressed along the perimeter to give its Lowtown crowd somewhere to entertain themselves while the weather's so awful. For half an hour they're caught up in the tail end of a series of country dances. After that, though, it's late enough for no one to have the energy for choreographed lines or spinning quartets, half of the musicians retire and leave only two stubbornly carrying the music onward, and the dancers who linger do so in lazily waltzing pairs.
Bastien's not lazy. Footwork still crisp. Not bothered if they stand out or look like show-offs. He's leading, this go-around, and he has to stand on his toes to give By a little twirl. ]