¿Why am I doing this?
After all, ¿Who am I to try this when there must be millions who can do this–& probably most much better?
& yet she had to do it. She could ne’er feel content ‘less she ‘least tried, failure be damned.
So she gripped the spot tightly as she watched the tosser with pinched eyes; & the second she tossed the noddle, she swung her spoon, knocking it far out o’ the yard. She watched it fly on with but lips, & then gasped in relief ‘pon seeing it land in Duke Antonio’s mouth.
As she watched him, she imagined the royal purple cloaked on him & a sparkling diamond crown on his head.