applause from the stands. I wasnât sure if the court had so little enthusiasm for me or if they were just too well-bred to show more.
Madame Bisset led us to a section of the stands covered by a striped tent. I sat quickly in a padded chair in the middle, and the others followed my example. The chair was too low to afford me a good view of the tournament grounds, and I was just about to ask for a replacement when I saw Madame Bisset motioning to a servant, who promptly lowered the open side of the tent. Now we were surrounded on four sides by cloth walls. We could see nothing outside the tent except a half inch of sunlight at the bottom.
âWhat? Whatâd you do that for?â I squawked in surprise. âNow I canât see.â
Simprianna turned to me in astonishment. âYou thought they would make us watch the tournament?â She gave a shiver of revulsion. âHorses racing? Men fighting each other? Possibly evenââher face turned pale and she could barely whisperââbleeding?â
I leaped from my chair, proud that I could leap in that insane dress. As it was, I had a second of fearing I would black out. I steadied myself and demanded, âOpen that curtain this instant!â
The servant looked from me to Madame Bisset. She waved him away as though I had not spoken.
âBegone, James. Your services are no longer needed here.â
When he had ducked out under the tent, she whipped her gaze toward me.
âYou are a fool,â she all but snarled. âYou do not know our customs, and yet you try to change them.â
I couldnât believe my ears.
âYou mean, you go to the tournament and donât watch it? Why? Why not just stay locked in the castle, doing needlepoint forever?â Just then I noticed that several of the women had, indeed, pulled out embroidery. I laughed, almost hysterically. âOh, I get it, itâs a change of pace to do needlepoint in a cloth prison instead of a stone oneââ
âSilence!â Madame Bisset hissed. âYou are a disgrace to your gender. Do you not understand? You are here to beautify the tournament. And yet, if you were visible throughout, you would distract the riders and wrestlers. We will open the tent at the end, and you will present the ribbons.â
I gasped.
âSo we arenât allowed to see, because we might be seen.â
âCorrect.â
I truly lost control then.
âThe queen is out there watching. Are you saying sheâs too ugly to distract anyone?â
Madame Bisset glared.
âShe is not a virgin,â she whispered. Even in such a low tone, her voice still carried her full fury at being made to mention such a matter. âIt is that combination of virginity and beauty that men must be protected from.â
I couldnât stand to look at Madame Bisset another second. I appealed to the others.
âWhy do you put up with this?â I asked. âDoesnât she make you want to scream?â
Every single one of them gazed at me blankly.
âDonât you ever want to do somethingâsomething real? Donât you ever get sick of being ladies-in-waiting? Have any of you ever wondered what youâre waiting for?â
âThat is what women do. We wait,â Simprianna said primly. âMen go out and have adventures, and we wait for their return. They like to know that we are safe at home, waiting. And in this case, we also wait on you, dear Princess.â
Her speech finished, Simprianna looked around to make sure her answer was correct.
I didnât wait to gauge anyone elseâs reaction. Thoroughly disgusted, I reached for the tent wall. I donât know if I intended to leave, or simply to pull back the cloth so I could see. But I was suffocating in the closed tent. I didnât think I could stand another second of it.
Just as I started to move the cloth, I felt a firm hand on my wrist. Madame Bisset stopped me with an