“I think that would be a mistake,” he replied.
“But I know this dance and I can show you how to do it with me!”
Drogo looked at the dancers.
He saw that most of the men had obviously imbibed the local wine before they started dancing and one or two of them already had an arm around a young woman’s shoulders.
He was quite certain that, if he started to dance with Thekla, there was every chance of her being taken away from him.
To distract her attention he suggested,
“Come and look at the booths and let me see if I can find you a present.”
“I think that is just an excuse to prevent me from dancing!” she commented shrewdly.
He laughed.
“Even if it is, you must accept a souvenir of your adventure tonight.”
“I would rather dance,” Thekla persisted.
As she spoke, a man swinging by wit
