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[_goneril_]

Edmund came a calling today. He has been rather indisposed of late. He has been a busy little boy, running around with my sister, enjoying the few talents she has to offer. Not that he realises I know this. Idiot man. Of course I know it. I make it my business to know everything he does. He must think me a complete fool, not to smell her odour upon

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[madmartigan_tm]

Are you absolutely certain you don't want your husband run through with a sword? Or perhaps gelded? I could make it look like an a happy accident.

-Madmartigan, all cleaned up and at her majesty's service should she happen to require me anytime soon

[_goneril_]

My husband? That man was hardly my husband.

[madmartigan_tm]

Man, what man? I didn't see any man... I didn't hear anything at all...

Madmartigan decides pleading ignorance is the best defense... and he does it so well, Sorsha once told him.

I merely sensed that your most gracious majesty seemed a trifle... upset about something and supposed your husband was to blame. Husbands often are.

Which is another thing Sorsha told him quite often.

[_goneril_]

Don't be an idiot. I saw you standing in the doorway.