[ His words are exactly what she needs to hear, and her vexation seems tempered enough for her to turn back towards him. The dagger is gone again, though there is no table within her reach. She has been taught much, and she will not waste the memories she alone carries, far apart and alien to those from her home.

They have their weapons, the knowledge of her future, but she has her own knowledge of other times, as well. ]

You must not speak to the King on such a matter... It is above you. But there are other things you may do. Other things you will do.

[ She crouches rather suddenly, kneeling before him and reaching for his face in an affection that is almost desperate, contrary to the soft hush of her voice. ]

But nothing against our conscience, hm? Nothing against justice, or the cause of His Majesty. I will ask much of you, Mark, but never could I commit the sin of taking your joy and music away.

You must understand, that you are to become more than a musician, just as I must be more than a queen. We must act as His Majesty's entire court. Do you understand?

[ There are no longer truly rules, or limitations. No longer. ]