Presented without comment, for all those who love Dorothy Dunnett’s fabulous Lymond Chronicles.
OK, maybe a comment; these are lovely, beautifully executed, but there’s Luttrell in there . . .
She plays o' the viol-de-gamboys, speaks three or four languages word for word without book, hath all the good gifts of nature, knows a hawk from a handsaw, and can see a church by daylight. The rest is subject to fancy.