There must be cupids.” Kate laughed at Violet’s eager words. They were working on the queen’s new masque for the Scottish visitors, and the scribbled pages of all their ideas were scattered across the table in the great gallery. “Flying cupids, Vi?” “Of course. I am sure someone could devise a way for them to ride on the clouds above the gods and goddesses. Tiny children in white draperies and golden curls. Singing as they float across the heavens . . .” “As delightful as that would be, I can’t think which of the courtiers would loan us their babes to use as flying cupids.” Or of any who had their children at court at all. Elizabeth wanted all her nobles to have their full attention on their business—which was her. There was no room in the crowded, noisy palace for children underfoot. Even favorites like the queen’s cousin, Lady Catherine Carey, had to leave her many babies in the country.
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