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evening, all this society gathered for a feast on the occasion of a successful hunt. And, in spite of his wounded leg, Heinrich rejoiced heartily. His prey, already well-done, was greeted with noisy and stormy exclamations, praising the hunter for courage and dexterity. The courtiers were noisy and merry. When enough wine had been drunk, they began to play a sweet and reckless game, blind man’s buff. They put on a black silk bandage over their eyes and circled.

      And the one who had his eyes closed with a blindfold had to catch with his eyes closed one of the fleeing. If it was an attractive lady, then there were many willing gentlemen to fall into her hands.

      If it was an attractive man, then the lady who liked him should not have bothered to fall into his arms, pretending that she was trying to run away.

      And for some reason many of the ladies ran so badly that they very quickly found themselves in the clutches of the players. The bottom line was that no one really ran away from anyone, but sooner found himself in the arms of the one who turned out to be nice to him. A kiss was considered a win, but one kiss, as a rule, did not end anything. Heinrich was sitting at the table, watching the game. Putting his wounded leg on a small velvet stool. Poitiers remained in the same place, not participating in the fun. He looked at her.

      Not playing? He asked.

      No, she answered, bored.

      What not? Heinrich continued.

      You might have some fun.

      The corners of her lips floated up like the wings of a butterfly.

      I don’t see a decent player there. She answered, still smiling.

      He laughed.

      Yes, but I think a lot of people would love to fall into your wonderful hands. He continued their dialogue.

      She raised her eyebrows. She looked at him intently and carefully and answered.

      You seem to be worried that you can’t play? She sang.

      Oh, I think you would have caught a dozen of the nicest ladies at a time.

      Those who didn’t get caught would obviously be upset. She finished, purring the words sarcastically like a big cat. Smiling at him with just the corner of her lips.

      He smiled back at her.

      How angry you are, though! He answered with a grin.

      Ah, my dear Diana.

      What do I care about these pet cats. He smiled at her with a grin.

      Either you! Another thing!

      Try to eat someone for lunch or dinner.

      Unfortunate victims! He added.

      And do not suspect that the prey. He sighed.

      And the bigger the game, the better for you. He continued.

      Obviously hinting at the king and her relationship with him.

      Poitiers said nothing, slowly rose from the table. Letting him know that he was leaving and grimaced picturesquely, replied.

      I’m not hungry today.

      Heinrich laughed, shaking his head.

      So they’re lucky! He said, waving lazily at the running, cheerful crowd.

      Where are you going? He asked.

      She bowed to him in pictures.

      Of course, sleep, your highness! She purred and swam like a swan to the exit.

      He called after her.

      Will you leave a sick, almost dying person?!

      This is not merciful, Diana! He added.

      She turned around, laughing cheerfully.

      You are the least like a sick and dying person! She answered cheerfully.

      Good night, your highness. She said, already moving away.

      Good night, Heinrich replied with a sigh. Saddened that she had left.

      Poitiers were allocated rooms in the palace, there she went, where she hoped to take a break from such an eventful day.

      Miracle broth

      But, she was not allowed to sleep. There was a knock on the door. A small letter was handed over to her. The letter was from Henry. He wrote: «that he seems to have become worse, and he is thrown into a fever, and it seems that he is dying at all. And his last wish is to see her. «She read the message and laughed heartily.

      On death!

      Oh my God!

      You need at least a dozen boars for you!

      My dear Henry.

      She sang. Talking to herself and laughed heartily. She stood for a moment in thought. And I decided to go to his chambers. The messenger waited outside the door for an answer.

      Tell His Highness that I cannot refuse the patient’s request and will certainly visit him.

      She thought and said.

      An hour later.

      Yes, she added, I’ll be with His Highness in an hour.

      The Messenger bowed and disappeared into the hallways of the palace. An hour later she was at the door of Heinrich’s chambers. Knocking lightly on the door. It was opened by the same servant who brought the letter. She went into the room. The servant disappeared through the door, leaving them alone. She went into the room, where she found Heinrich writing another letter. The paper lay next to him on the bed.

      What are you writing? She asked.

      He looked up.

      I was going to write you the next message in case you don’t come.

      What if I hadn’t come back then? Smiling, she asked.

      Then, I would send you letters all night. He answered.

      He put aside the paper on which he was writing the next message.

      Well, this is no longer needed, you are already here.

      She was standing next to his bed.

      So you’re dying? She said smiling.

      He smiled back at her.

      I’m feeling better, Henry replied.

      How is your leg? Diana continued.

      Oh, no big deal, he started, it was.

      Then I caught myself.

      Oh terribly bad! And he began to moan feignedly.

      Oh! Such a pain! He said. Theatrically widening his eyes and making a grimace. Pretending torment. Fixing a painful gaze at the ceiling and holding out his hands to her.

      Well, sit down next to me, otherwise I will definitely die! He continued this farce.

      She sat down next to him on the edge of his bed. She shook her head. She looked at him seriously and asked.

      So, is your leg still?

      Maybe you can answer?

      He looked at her merrily, with his dark eyes, said.

      I already said. And I wanted to repeat my theatrical monologue, which I said earlier.

      But she stopped him. Throwing his eyebrows up. And waiting for an intelligible answer.

      He looked at her. Realizing that his monologue is not accepted. And she expects seriousness from him. He just said.

      It’s just nothing, my dear Diana.

      You are right, there is nothing to worry about, and I assure you.

      In less than a week. And I’ll be on my feet again. And he smiled. {{1 Week!

      Oh my God!

      Heinrich!

      You’ve got a wound all

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