Lucion

Eleven greetings in the corridor today. Appraise every one of them and the whole day's gone.

• Sir DionOne of those eleven was me. Did that make it into your count too, Your Highness?
  LucionYou I left out. Nothing to lose there.
• Marchioness ValenWhile Your Highness appraises, the candidates grow older.
  LucionYour ledger runs faster than mine, I'd wager.

Every trial before this, I was always first out the door. Today my step came one beat late.

• Sir DionIn this palace, one beat late is a whole season behind.
  LucionEnough nonsense.
• Marchioness ValenThe corridor is narrow, Your Highness, and eyes are many.
  LucionTwo of them being yours, I'd guess.