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Poem?”
“The one where you did the gestures.”
“Oh, that poem.”
“I saw Verence making notes on his napkin.”
Nanny They walked in silence for a while.
“So you didn’t tell her that Queen Ynci never existed, then?”
“No point.”
“Old King Lully invented her entirely ‘cos he thought we needed a bit of romantic history. He was a bit mad about that. He even had the armor made.”
“I know. My great-grandma’s husband hammered it out of a tin bath and a couple of saucepans.”
“But you didn’t think you ought to tell her that?”
“No.”
Granny nodded.reached again into the shapeless recesses of her clothing and produced an entire bottle of champagne you could have sworn there was no room for.“Mind you, I thought she looked happy,” she said. “Standing there wearing about half of a torn muddy dress and chain-mail underneath. Hey, d’you know what she told me?”“What?”“You know that ole painting of Queen Ynci? You know, the one with the iron bodice? Her with all the spikes and knives on her chariot? Well, she said she was sure the . . . the spirit of Ynci was helping her. She said she wore the armor and she did things she’d never dare do.”“My word,” said Granny, noncommittally.“Funny ole world,” agreed Nanny.