Welcome to weekend writing warriors. Many fine authors, and me, contribute short snippets for your delectation.
Since it seems that our Regency spy romance is much more popular than our science fiction, this post introduces the sequel to The Art of Deception. Amanda’s reading was interrupted by a summons to attend on her mother. Amanda’s mother made it clear that she must attend the assembly. After a short carriage journey, it only being six or so miles between Coalpit Heath and Chipping Sodbury, they have arrived. Mr Jameson just asked Amanda to dance, despite her interest in a mathematics problem.
“Yes, but I’m not skilled.”
“Then let me be your tutor.”
Amanda joined him in the line on the floor; the orchestra played the opening chords of a country-dance and the crowd began to move through the figures.
After a few moments Mr Jameson said, “It is customary to converse during the dance.”
“I’m counting my steps,” Amanda watched her feet on the floor.
When they reached a pause in the figure, he said, “Look at me while you dance.”
Amanda looked up and he smiled at her; he continued, “It’s easier if you watch your partner.”
It was their turn to move, circling around another couple; Amanda relaxed with the practice; she said to Mr Jameson, “I should dance more often.”
“Yes … you should, with me.”
“Not two sets in a row; I’m not fast.”
My sincere apologies for abusing semi-colons.
The featured image shows dancing at Almack’s. Actually it shows Beau Brummel giving his critical opinion about the dancing. Something tells me he was not amused.
Despite Mr Darcy’s comments to the contrary, dancing was a critical social skill. Amanda, living on the outskirts of the polite world, is doing her best to stay in step. At least she’s aware that dancing with the same man too often would have consequences.
I’ve put up a couple of things on instafreebie. The first is a short story, To Court a Dragon.