*Rapunzel*
As I play, my emotions flow into the music, and I understand Vivaldi’s seasons in a new way. ’Spring’ is the blossoming of feeling. But ‘Summer’..: Those joyful notes transform into wild fertility under my bow. I only stop when I realize more than two hours have passed and I am utterly exhausted.
Mary helps me out of my clothes after I ring the bell, good-humoredly accepting my apologies. “This schedule is daft,” she tells me. “Utterly daft! Mr. Bardolph is like a general in the army, to my mind. Thank goodness I’m your lady’s maid and will be needed to dress you, my Luna. Otherwise, I’d be up at three in the morning and in the carriages at four.”
“That’s terrible!” I exclaim. “No sleep at all?”
“Oh no, that’s not the trouble. The Alpha Prince is quite fair, by all accounts
