The opera had already started when la Princesse Pirouette la jeune arrived. As she stepped down from the carriage, a page took her gloved hand. She smiled demurely at him, and to his chagrin, he felt his face get hot. She made me blush, the poor fellow thought to himself. That’s not normal! However, in the case of the princess, she had this effect on men, making them feel ill-at-ease. It wasn’t just a matter of her delicate beauty. There was something else in play. She seemed to glow with a radiance that was heaven sent, a Springtime fresh breezy sort of aura. Even other women were struck off balance by the royal beauty.
“This is worth its weight in gold!” Laughed King GarGar as he held the newly minted coin in the palm of his hand. He gave it a toss and listened to it clink and roll on the marble floor. “Quick!” He said to his son. “That’s Papa’s picture on the coin! Take a look.”
The boy scampered off his father’s lap and scurried over to where the coin had landed. It was face down. The reverse side showed a numeral 1 with the word “DUCAT” engraved under it. When he turned it over, he saw his father’s profile with a crown on his head. “Daddy!” Young GarGar laughed. “It’s you!”Hearing his son’s singsong voice made the King’s heart flutter just a bit. There had been an older son who only made it to this one’s current age. The pain of that loss was heavy. GarGar was certain that he did not have the resources to cope with another such tragedy.
“God bless you, my son!” He cried.