"Dancing? That's a new one. Perhaps some other time, but right now I have to—" Emma was about to explode.
'Who cares if your hounds can dance.'
"Yes, not only do my hounds chase rabbits, they also dance to music. Imagine it, an elegant troupe of dancing hounds! I've even considered staging a performance. The ticket proceeds could be donated to the Church for its new roof.
Furthermore, my hounds recently competed in a tournament and performed exceptionally well. Do you have any idea how much patience and skill it takes to train an outstanding hound?
Oh, and I've recently taken up a new instrument called the Lute. Though I've only been learning for a few weeks, I can already play several simple tunes. Perhaps at the next banquet, I could play a piece for you?" Sir Henry, thinking he had found a good topic, grew even more enthusiastic.
"Sir Henry, you self-righteous—"
Just as Emma reached her breaking point, a familiar voice sounded from behind her.
