But they were a comfortable distance behind us when I quietly asked the Fool, ‘Why do you allow Starling to believe you are a woman?’ He turned to me, waggled his eyebrows and blew me a kiss. ‘And am I not, fair princeling?’ ‘I’m serious,’ I rebuked him. ‘She thinks you are a woman and in love with me. She thought that we had a tryst last night.’ ‘And did we not, my shy one?’ He leered at me outrageously. ‘Fool,’ I said warningly. ‘Ah.’ He sighed suddenly. ‘Perhaps the truth is, I fear to show her my proof, lest ever afterwards she find all other men a disappointment.’ He gestured meaningfully
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