There was a German lullaby that went like this:
Sol ich disen sumer lanc,bekumbert sn mit kinden,s waer ich vil lieber tt, If I had to watch this child all summer long, I would rather die,
des ist mir mn fride kranc,sol ich niht zen linden,reigendirre nt.owêdirrent! The thought pained me so much. I could no longer go beneath the linden trees to dance, or do anything more exciting,
Wigen wagen, gugen gagen,wenne wil ez tagen? Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye—ah, when would dawn finally come?
Most girls became mothers at a very young age. Their own desire to play was still strong, so naturally they could not settle down and look after children.
When Georgiana returned to the venue, it had changed enormously. Many inflatable animal-shaped balloons now floated in the greenhouse, aerialists dressed as birds performed overhead, and three robots performed on the ground. One was a Spanish flutist, one played the glass harmonica, and the other played a trumpet. People had gathered around them to watch.
Some had simply started playing "hide-and-seek." The person acting as "it" had their eyes covered with a cloth and tried to catch those hiding behind flowerbeds and bushes.
As usual, the men had found a corner to smoke and discuss business, while the women gathered to chat. Yet neither Goulding nor Chiara was anywhere to be seen.
Of course—spies. How had she not thought of that?
Georgiana thought in frustration. Fortunately, she had no important intelligence and had not blurted something out in a fit of anger. The last time she gave Sir Merry those documents concerning Saint-Domingue, it had caused quite a stir. In Bonaparte's eyes, diplomats were spies with official identities, even if Sir Merry had not come this time.
And yet...
She watched the Austrian envoy, Metternich, slowly approach. Would Bonaparte