Already they had run riot through the crowds outside, watching the entertainment; fire breathers, jugglers, those who imitated still life, unfreezing at odd moments to startle those nearby. They had unmercifully tried to get one to move for some while, before giving up in pursuit of more lively activities. They had also managed to sneak more wine than their parents would have allowed, had they known. Llew felt flushed and giddy, unable to fight his grin or his happiness. He and Gos had managed to collect quite a few other boys during their wanderings. Some were already pages, and had been telling them all sorts of tales about what was to come. Llew couldn’t wait. What had distracted them was a dance troupe, set to either side of the grand entryway to the throne room, whose vast doors were thrown wide open, revealing glimpses of the sumptuous ball within. But none of the boys really paid attention to that. Their attention was securely fastened on the dancers. Wearing nothing but loin clothes and glittering body oil.
