“Cook will bring something warm for us,” I explained, “Go bathe.”
She glowered, “Why?” she asked petulantly. “Much less for men,” I countered, “But I do Mother, but I fear disease, it is rampant in the militia, why half the force have it at times, cock rot and the like, it turns the stomach!”
“So you have no urges?” she probed. Txxx I felt the great weight of the chain of office around my neck while my richly embroidered if ill fitting robes kept out the November cold. “In my own recognisance, not sold, you shall serve me until you repent,” I averred rashly, “Now what say you?”
“I should rather die!” she replied. “Bad business,” I said, “Would you rather your beloved made you a woman?”
“Lordship?” she said in confusion.
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