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.
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