Hunting for sport wasn’t Queen Pirouette’s cup of tea, but she knew she was obliged to participate in this sport in order to remain on a good footing with the nobles. To the sound of blaring horns and baying dogs, she would ride and fling, half-heartedly the spears needed to fell something as big as a wild boar. With more enthusiasm, she would also go hawking. When she pulled the mask from its head, she would marvel as the creature took flight. It was something that she would never forget, watching the creature ascend, circle in the sky and then swoop down on its prey. Usually it would drop a small rodent like a mouse or a rabbit into her outstretched hand.
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