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“Instead of being grateful that I solved all the problems, calmed the public down, achieved peace, organized her departure to Castile, and allowed her to bring up my nephews there, she continues to sow discontent,” he said.
“She is acting behind my back,” he continued. “She can’t wait until Afonso inherits the throne so she can complete her plans through him. How can I explain to Afonso the dangerous plans of his mother? When I try to discuss it with him, he reacts negatively. I am very afraid that, through Afonso, Eleanor will be able to harm both – our family and the country.”
“I understand, my beloved,” Isabella said sympathetically, “but let me tell you one thing. What a man ca
“I would not even dare to think anything like that,” the duke declared in his defense.
“I propose, my dear, that Afonso marry our daughter. Infanta Isabella could be a worthy match for the future king of Portugal. Don’t you agree?”
The duke thought about it for a minute. “That’s quite tempting, my dear, but very risky,” he said. “In my opinion, the prince and infanta are indifferent to each other. This would be very difficult to do.
“I am also worried that by doing that, we can acquire another enemy,” Pedro said. “Afonso, Duke of Braganza,29 is the illegitimate son of my grandfather, King John the Good. His granddaughter is already betrothed to Prince Afonso.
“But the thing that worries me the most,” he continued, “is what happens to our daughter if Eleanor does manage to set her son against his spouse. And no one knows how all this will end.”
He concluded: “We should consider your suggestion carefully and make a final decision as soon as possible. However, we should not rush it. We should look at the situation, consider all the advantages, and decide what tactics and strategies are better, so we are prepared if Eleanor attempts anything.”
He continued, “Your suggestion, my dear, is probably the most logical and the only way to solve both governmental and our family problems.”
“In that case, my dear Pedro,” Isabella said, “let me know what you decide as soon as possible. And don’t worry about the consequences. After all, when a player is shortsighted and mad, he will inevitably lose. Eleanor is such a figure.
“And you don’t have to worry about Isabelle either,” the duchess continued. “We will be diligent and attentive. She will always receive timely instructions from us. We won’t lose. Since the coronation of Afonso is very close, we have very little time left.
“We must create the correct atmosphere for Isabella and Afonso,” she continued. “They must fall in love without knowing they received any help. This is what I think will be the hardest thing to accomplish.”
“And you will be playing the part of Cupid, my dear,” the duke said with a laugh.
After his sword fighting lessons, Prince Afonso headed to his brother’s apartments. At the door, he heard his brother’s voice. As he listened, he heard the words: “Senhorita, allow me to introduce myself. I am infante Fernando. Please allow me the honor of inviting you to dance. Thank you.”
“What’s this?” Afonso asked in bewilderment. “Dancing in a bedchamber without music? Weird.”
Afonso knocked on the door and asked, “Fernando, can I come in?”
“Come in, Afonso. The door is not locked.”
Entering the room, Afonso found his brother at the mirror. Fernando was pacing back and forth in his dancing costume and admiring himself.
“What do you think of my new dance costume?” Fernando asked.
“Ah, so you’re rehearsing. I thought you had a young lady in the room with you,” Afonso said. “The costume is very original and suits you very well.
“I came to see if you are well. Usually, you volunteer for additional lessons in wooden sword fighting. Today, you disappeared without waiting for the final battle with me. I looked everywhere, in the hall and the dressing room. But instead of finding you, I found your page collecting your armor that was strewn all over the dressing room.”
“I am sorry I could not tell you I had to try on the dance suit I had just received before class. I was in a hurry,” Fernando said.”
“Oh, you are so excited,” Afonso said. “You are looking forward to meeting your dance teacher. Why does she inspire you so much? Is it her dancing skills or something else?
“Tell me, dear brother,” Afonso continued to tease his brother. “Oh. What do I see on your teenage face? Are you embarrassed? So, she inspired you with her beauty.”
He continued, “What is that paper on the table next to the mirror? Your new poems?”
Afonso picked up one and read it aloud: “Oh, Isabel, you are perfect!”
“Stop making fun of me, Afonso,” Fernando finally said. “I do not hide that she inspires me. That event, the organization of the contest, was to find her. But it’s not just because of her beauty and dancing ability.”
“What else then?” Afonso asked.
“It’s not something I can explain. You must see it,” Fernando said. “I am sure you have never seen such charm and perfection as Isabel possesses. I can see by your mocking smile that you don’t believe me. You will have the chance to see for yourself. I have a dance class today. Come to the dance hall, and you’ll see what I mean.”
“Thank you for the invitation,” Afonso said, “but I have a busy schedule today. I still have three lessons: Cosmography, geography, and Latin.”
Afonso paused for a moment and asked, “What time does your dance lesson end?”
“Shortly before the ringing of the bells for Vespers,” Fernando said.
“Oh, great!” Afonso said as he walked toward the door, “I will try to come toward the end of your classes to see what ca
Although he was tired after his lessons, Afonso headed to the dance hall as promised. As he approached the door, he heard the sounds of a flute and a harp and felt his fatigue begin to disappear. He carefully opened the door and peered inside to see Fernando and Isabel were the only ones in the hall. The musicians were sitting behind the curtain. Isabel stood with her back to the door so Afonso could not see her face. “Of course, her figure was impeccable,” Afonso admitted, looking at her from head to toe. Isabel motioned toward the curtains, and the music stopped.
Afonso liked the smooth, graceful movement of Isabel’s hand. He opened the door wider and heard her melodious voice; that was all it took to make his fatigue disappear.
“Your Highness,” Isabel turned to Fernando. “The sarabande30 is not a street dance. Although it was created for commoners, it was adapted into a court dance. And many elements of the dance have changed.
“For example,” she explained, “instead of lively jumps, you should make a light low jump and, at the same time, watch your hands. Your hands should always move smoothly and resemble the movements of a conductor conducting to the beat of the music. You and your partner must simultaneously start and end the dance, dancing in circles.
“Also,” she continued, “it would help if you did not stay too close to your partner but not too far. There must be a respectful distance between you.
“And when several couples are dancing at the same time, you will also have to ensure you are in line with everyone in your row. Am I making my thoughts clear, Your Highness?”
“I understood everything, senhorita,” Fernando said. “Just call me Fernando in class.”
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Don Afonso I of Braganza (Aug. 10, 1377 – Dec. 15, 1461) was Braganza’s first duke and the eighth count of Barcelos. He founded the House of Braganza, Portugal’s most influential and wealthy dynasty. His descendants became high-ranking nobles, imperial officials, and, finally, kings of Portugal and emperors of Brazil.
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The sarabande evolved from a Spanish dance with Arab influences, danced by a lively double line of couples with castanets.