Pick one.
I could no sooner choose a favorite star in the heavens.
What is it that touches you so?
I suppose it is because when I was young, my father would stay up late and read to me. He was addicted to the written word and I would fall asleep listening to the sound of his voice.
What sort of books?
Science, philosophy... I suppose they remind me of him. He died when I was eight. Utopia was the last book he brought home.
Which explains why you quote it.
I would rather hear his voice again than any sound in the world.
[Henry smiles, then the smile fades and he begins walking down the stairs away from Danielle.]
Is something wrong?
[turns to face her]
In all my years of study, not one tutor ever demonstrated the passion you have shown me in the last two days. You have more conviction in one memory than I have... in my entire being.
[Henry laughs slightly, walks away, Danielle follows.]
Your Highness, if there is anything I have said or done...
Please... don't. It's not you.
