The twenty-seventh of May in the Year of Our Lord, 1521 - Mid Afternoon
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Sigh, 'tis done. The revelries of
the pageant be at an end and I, no worse for the wear, be a bit melancholy.
I shall miss the camaraderie of the daily
rehearsals, the late nights, the absolute frustration of players omitting
themselves from rehearsal... but 'tis all worth it in the end, to hear the
applause of the audience, to see the reaction on the players' faces as they
acknowledge their admirers and take their bows as the final curtain
falls..............
I canst nay wait til I am bestowed with
the honor of leading a goodly troupe of players in another pageant and do so
hope that it shall be soon. The learning I didst gain were immeasurable,
and the time spent with friends were beyond the price of tea in China.
Were I to do it all again, despite the heartaches, the headaches, the
bellyaches, the frustration and anxiety, I wouldst do so in a heartbeat.
I be so proud of mine accomplishments and
were rewarded with praise from Their Majesties. It maketh me none the
prouder to know that I didst please them.
As of this day, I do be in a state of
near exhaustion and shall take the next several to recuperate fully.
Till I take quill to thee again dearest,
anon and adieu.
Mary
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