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As some people already know, I am currently re-reading The Farseer Trilogy because I learnt there are more books that are located in the same world. I didn’t remember there was anything gender related there, but there was and it’s too good to not share.
* Fitz: *warningly* Fool * Fool: Ah. Perhaps the truth is, I fear to show her my proof, lest ever afterwards she find all other men a disappointment. What does it matter what she thinks? Let her think whatever is easiest for her to believe. * Fitz: Meaning? * Fool: She needed somone to confide in and, for a time, chose me. Perhaps it was easier for her to do that if she believed I was a woman, also. That is one thing that in all my years among your folk I have never become accustomed to. The great importance you attach to what gender one is. * Fitz: Well it is important... * Fool: Rubbish. Mere plumbing when all is said and done. Why is it important? * Fitz: *at a loss of words* * Fitz: Could you not simply tell her you are a man and let the issue be laid to rest? * Fool: That would scarcely lay it to rest Fitz. For then she would need to know why, if I am a man, I do not desire her. It would have to be either in me, or something I perceived as a fault in her. No. I do not think anything needs to be said on that topic. Starling, however, has the ministrel's failing. She thinks that everything in the world, no matter how private, should be a topic for discussion. Or better yet, made into a song. Ah, yes! *Fool makes a mocking song imitating Starling.* * Fitz: Did you ever stop to think you might hurt her feelings? * Fool: I gave it as much thought as she gave to whether such an allegation might hurt mine. * Fool: Admit it. You asked that question with never a thought as to whether it would hurt my vanity. How would you feel if I demanded proof that you were a man? Ah! Such a thing to waste words on, with all else we must confort. Let it go Fitz, and I will as well. Let her refer to me as "she" as much as she wishes. I will do my best to ignore it. * Fitz: It is only that she thinks that you love me. * Fool: I do. * Fitz: I mean, as a man and a woman love. * Fool: And how is that? * Fitz: I mean.... For bedding. For... * Fool: And is that how a man loves a woman. For bedding? * Fitz: It's a part of it. * Fool: You are confusing plumbing and love again. * Fitz: It's more than plumbing! * Fool: I see. Tell me, Fitz, did you love Molly or that which was under her skirts? * Fitz: I love Molly and all that is a part of her * Fool: There, now you have said it. And I love you, and all that is a part of you. And do you not return that to me? * Fitz: You know I love you. After all that has been between us, how can you even ask? But I love you as a man loves another man ... * Fool: *jumps to fallen log crying dramatically* He loves me, he says! And I love him!