Chapter Seven
A few days later Camille said that she would smuggle a young man into Anne’s bedchamber that evening, and that she was sure he was what Anne was looking for. Anne was excited; to have her own boy to use as she pleased, to experiment, to try new things, or perfect old ones, and with Camille there to assist.
“You will stay, I hope, Camille,” Anne said. “We have no secrets, isn’t that so? I should like you present so that I can benefit from your constant advice. That is, if the boy will not be too shy.”
“He will do exactly as he is told,” said Camille. “He knows he is lucky to be offered such a position.”
The boy turned out to be a musician from the king’s players. His instrument was the lute. “Next time you must bring it,” said Anne. “Then we shall have music.”
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