Working as I occasionally do as a translator of contractual and other legalese documents, I occasionally come across the English word escrow.
It is a noun, defined by my dictionary as:
a bond, deed, or other document kept in the custody of a third party and taking effect only when a specified condition has been fulfilled.
However this term has a tendency to terrify the French, because there is a French word, escrow which is defined by my dictionary (translated from the French, bien entendu):
person who commits, or is in the habit of committing, confidence tricks or petty fraud.
As I'm sure you can imagine, my French customers hardly want their legal arrangements in any way associated with petty fraud or cons.
So how did two words that are pronounced the same, and written almost the same come to have such widely different meanings?
My French and Italian etymological dictionaries blame eachother, but I tend to go along with the Italian dictionary's assertion that "escroc" is French in origin - but as these thing do, it may well have gone both ways, between the nominal and verbal forms in each language escroc, scrocco, and escroquerie, scroccare respectively.
Either way, the number one suspect is the French word croc, in Old French a hook, in modern French a fang. The prefix e-, es- would therefore suggest 'unhooking' - which suggest a cutpurse or pockpocket, however it may also suggest coin clipping, or some other form of skimming or graft.
As to escrow, my preferred source for English etymology is of course Doug Harper. He has this to say:
1590s, from Anglo-French escrowe, from Old French escroe "scrap, small piece, rag, tatter, single parchment," from a Germanic source akin to Old High German scrot "a scrap, shred, a piece cut off" (see shred (n.)). Originally a deed delivered to a third person until a future condition is satisfied, which led to sense of "deposit held in trust or security" (1888).
It is also probably worth speculating that there may be a connexion with crotte which is closely related to the OHG scrot and which means an animal dropping or other small blob of organic waste.
Either way, how does the taking away or unhooking of a small scrap or fragment, become the setting aside with a trusted third party a deed or sum of money?
With the sources I have available, there is only some very thin speculation, but here is what I think is most plausible:
There is anecdotal evidence, and evidence in historical archives, of documents, in particular title deeds and bills of sale, that have either been cut in half, or have been stamped, and the stamped part cut through, leaving part of the stamp or seal on the two pieces.
Going out on an even thinner limb - maybe at one time, property that was in dispute was literally placed on a hook until ownership was settled?
And another - practically the tip of a leaf, is encrouer which means to attach, hang up or hang a person from a hook, as a means of detaining a condemned prisoner (the meaning is shared with the Italian word incrocare), which suggests a general meaning of 'setting something aside' - but which brings us back to the unwanted criminal associations.
Sometimes you just can't know. Suffice to say that in modern English an escrow is not merely a good guy, but someone universally trusted, while in modern French an escroc might not be a thoroughly bad person, but certainly should not be trusted!
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The Prince who was really a Princess
For the new year, a new fairytale, in the classic "tell don't show" style. I've been reading a lot of Andrew Lang's immortal collections recently, and I think the influence is obvious. After some effort, and wading through pages and pages of ridiculous boobplate, I managed to find some images on Pinterest of girls and young women wearing practical armor. Most of them are rather glammed up, though. The hero of my story was raised as a boy, though, so you'd do better just imagining him. Also, this is a first draft, so expect errors. Also I wasn't sure whether or not to give the characters names.
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The Prince who was really a Princess
There
was an old King, who had a young queen who bore him only daughters. Such was
the custom of the time, that should a King wish his daughters to marry, he must
part with some of his land, giving it as a gift to whatever Prince might win
his daughter's heart. For it was also the unlucky custom of the time that a
Princess could only marry a Prince, and Princes, who were raised to rule, would
only seek the hand of a Princess whose father could offer them some sizeable
territory.
Luckily,
the old King had lived a long life, he had been married more than twice, and
made a number of conquests, but after the marriage of his twelfth daughter, he
began to imagine the borders of his kingdom closing in, and to fear that if he
ever did have a son, it would be a sorry small kingdom indeed that he would
inherit. So he resolved to have no further children.
A
few more years passed, and the King began to feel his great age, and to fear
that he had not done his duty to his Kingdom in not providing it with a son to
rule it. His wife was still young and beautiful, but if he died, she would be
at the mercy of the surrounding Kingdoms which abounded with dukes and
princelings, many of whom would pursue her to marry her for her Kingdom, and
many others who would simply take it with an army.
He
resolved to try one final time to have a son. He told himself that if it was a
daughter, he would choose the Prince to marry her, announcing it to all the
world, so that he would at least be able to name his heir. And if a son, so
much the better. However, he failed to tell this to his wife.
When
the child was born, it was, as all the others had been, a girl. Beautiful,
strong and bonny, but a source only of grief to her mother who so loved the old
King that she swore the midwife to secrecy, and had it announced that she had
at last borne a son.
There
was much feasting and rejoicing.
The
young prince, who was really a princess, grew up healthy and strong on a diet
of good meat and fresh air. Every weekday he, who was really a she, learned his
letters, studied statecraft and warcraft in the mornings, and horsemanship and
swordsmanship in the afternoon, manners, charm and cheer in the evenings; on
Saturdays he, who was really a she, rode with the hunt or did falconing, and on
Sundays gave alms to the poor, and studied piety.
The
King provided the finest teachers, trainers and tutors in the land. And if any
of them discovered the Prince's secret, none of them revealed it.
Now
it so happened that the King's eldest daughter had married a bad Prince named
Hasba. He had recently become King of his own Kingdom, and had begun to turn
his greedy eyes to the Kingdoms around him. Greedy King Hasba had already
enlarged his kindom several times over, through clever politics, through
extortion, and through war, until it almost completely surrounded the Old
King's lands.
The
Old King died when the Prince, who was really a princess, was fourteen years
old. Handsome and strong, but not yet in his majority. Before there was a
chance to crown him, however, Greedy King Hasba invaded with a great army.
The
only person who was ready was the Queen, for she had been warned in a letter
from her eldest daughter, who although almost as greedy as her husband, had
felt a few mild pangs of guilt when she learned of his plans.
Very
early one morning, the Queen came to the Prince's chamber, bade him rouse and
clothe himself; the Queen took a small purse of gold, and the Prince, who was
really a princess, took a small gold ring. With the sound and clamour of war
approaching, they stole away on swift horses, into the great forest that
bordered the Kingdom.
They
didn't have time to bring much more than their clothes with them, and soon they
were lost, cold and hungry.
It
began to grow dark, but just as they were beginning to lose hope, they came
upon a large house in a clearing.
"This
will surely be the den of some Bandits," said the Queen, but the Prince,
who was really a princess, insisted that they must find warmth and shelter, and
risk what they must within.
To
their surprise, the house seemed to be recently deserted, for though there was
a fire in the hearth and food and drink on the table, with torches and candles
lit about the place, they could find no sign of any people.
They
resolved to eat their fill, and should someone come, they would give them a
little from their small purse of gold.
Finding
a small bedroom, they slept well, although the Prince had to rise twice in the
night to feed the fire. In the morning there was still no sign of the house's
owners, but the day had dawned bright and clear, so the Prince went outside to
prepare the horses.
The
horses were nowhere to be seen. Outside the house was a small clearing,
completely and tightly enclosed by the forest, with no sign of road or path or
trackway.
There
was some magic or mischief afoot, but the Prince did not want to alarm the
Queen. Returning to the cottage he told her that she should take some
breakfast, while he scouted the path, to find a proper route through the
forest.
The
Prince, who was really a Princess, hadn't ventured far into the forest when he
heard an unruly commotion behind him, and at once hurried back to the house. On
the lawn was a group of a hundred fat
black ponies, and from within there came the noise of revelry and carousing.
The
Prince crept to a window and saw to his horror that the house was indeed
occupied by bandits, who on discovering the Queen had apparently pressed her to all sorts of indignities, and the Prince watched as she hurried from place
to place, serving the Bandits their dinner, and suffering their harsh words and
rough hands.
Though
strong, and well taught and well practiced, the Prince knew well that he had
not the strength or skill to confront a hundred bandits, so resolved to seek
help where he might find it.
The
Prince hurried off through the forest, careless of wild beasts or pursuit,
since haste could be the only deliverance of his unfortunate mother.
At
length, he came to another clearing. All around the clearing were stalls and
stands, as if for a village market, and gay flags and bunting hung from the
trees. But all was not gay and cheerful, for among the flags and pennants were
also the corpses of crows and butchered rats. The strangest of the spectacle
was that although the stalls seemed to have been set up only that morning,
there was no sign of any sellers.
As
the Prince, who was really a Princess, crept into the centre of the clearing, a
strange music started up, and he spied a movement from one of the stalls. The
stall itself was bedecked with many wonders. Boxes of jewels and gems
overflowed; fine silks were draped across beautiful tapestries and lace as fine
as frost. Gowns and dresses from far corners of the world, boots and shoes of
surpassing workmanship and a bridle of dragonskin. In the centre sparkled a
remarkable breastplate that shone with the light of a thousand suns, and across
it lay a sword so sharp that the very air seemed to be cut into blue light
around it.
From
behind the stall came a strange dancing figure, draped in a hooded robe of
midnight black. The figure danced and turned
in the strange music, until finally stopping before the Prince, and
revealing her face.
She
seemed to be a woman of great age, but her age did not seem to have affected
the agility and strength of her body, nor the beauty of her voice when she
spoke, with an elegant calm.
"Young
Prince, what gift do you bring me, that I may aid you in your quest?"
The
Prince, who was really a Princess, understood at once that this was an
ensorcelled clearing, and the woman a hag or witch, and that he might find some
aid, but as likely there would be some trap or terrible bargain to be struck.
"I
have nothing of value but my little gold ring and my secret," said the
Prince, "And neither are of much value since I no longer have a kingdom to
be Prince of. But I must find a means to rescue my mother from the clutches of
cruel bandits, and I will repay any aid by whatever means is demanded."
"A
pretty speech young Prince," said the hag, "And I have much that may
help you." She led him to her stall, and showed him the many objects of
great magic.
"Here
is the gown of Loltha. Any man who wears it is transformed into beautiful
woman, and it is beyond the means of any divination to see through the
disguise. Here is the bridle of the Dragon King, which when the magic words
'Awake my steed' are spoken will summon the Dragon Horse, that can be ridden to
the ends of the World and back untiring. Here are the shoes of Queen Abtath,
that will make any woman the greatest dancer in all the world, and here are the
boots of Ironsmith Wild that give the strength to carry any load. This is the
sword and breastplate of the Angel of Silver. It is said that the sword will
cut anything and the breastplate protects from all harm…" and so she went
on, until the Prince was dizzy with all the great magics and how any one of the
least of them would be enough to help him to defeat the bandits.
"Now
my young Prince," the hag continued, "my price is very small. I will
not ask your small ring or your small secret, since you have nothing else. Give
me but what I ask, and in return I will give you the magical gift that will
most aid you in your quest."
"Ask
what you will," the Prince, who was really a Princess, replied with all
the manner and charm that he had been taught, "and if it is in my power to
give, I will give it."
Of
course, the hag was up to no good. She herself possessed a powerful charm. She
made the same promises to anyone who passed her way, and as soon as she used
the charm, they were in her power, and
she would take all that they had, and send them naked into the forest to be
devoured by the wild beasts.
"All
you need do is give me one kiss upon my lips, to show that in spite of my great
age, you, a young man, will show that my beauty is still great."
This
did not seem too high a price to the Prince, even though it seemed a little
vain. He assented and kissed her.
The
hag's charm was that any man who kissed her fell at once under her spell, and
she did not hesitate to boast and crow.
"And
now," the hag shouted, "as all men, you are in my power, and will
give me all that you have, and go naked into the forest, there to be killed and
devoured by wild beasts."
But
the Prince was not a man, but a Princess, and the hag's charm had no power over
him. All at once he snatched up the glittering sword, and struck off the hag's
head with a single blow.
The
hag's body transformed into a pile of a thousand frogs, that hopped off in all
directions, leaving nothing but her midnight black robes and her strange charm.
The Prince felt that the charm was probably wicked, and struck it with the
sword, shattering it to dust.
The
Prince at once fell to looking over the various objects of great magic on the
hag's stall. He put on the breastplate of the Angel of Silver and buckled on
the sword. He pulled on the boots of Ironsmith Wild, and took up the Dragon
King's bridle, saying at once the magic words.
Fortunately,
the Dragon Horse, fiery eyed and ill-tempered though it was, had magical saddle
bags. Most of the hag's magical hoard was unidentified and unlabelled, so the
Prince, who was really a princess, took only what the hag had already
described, and added to this a few small items that did have labels, such as a
Bottle of Everpure water and a Key of All
Locks, and other sundries of improbable usefulness, that the Prince supposed he
would probably be able to sell for a King's ransom and hence buy himself a
King's Kingdom.
The
Prince sprang easily into the saddle, and bade the horse gallop with all speed to
the bandit's house.
His
arrival in the clearing on a tall black dragonskinned horse with fiery eyes did
not go unnoticed. The Bandits, who were well fed and a little the worse for
drink, climbed onto their fat black ponies and charged at the Prince, all at
once.
The
Dragon Horse was deft and agile, and dodged here and there, so that the
Bandit's arrows flew wide and hallebards fell through empty air. As the Dragon
Horse dodged about beneath him, the Prince, who was really a Princess, swung
stabbed and chopped with the Sword of the Angel of Silver that was so sharp
that it cut the air into blue and green fire around it. Soon, ninety-nine
bandits lay dead.
The
Prince jumped out of the saddle, and ran into the house.
The
Chief Bandit sat, careless of all danger, in a large chair by the fire, a mug
of ale in one hand, and the Queen, looking a little flushed and tired but
largely unharmed, sitting on his knee.
"Let
go my royal mother and prepare to defend yourself!" the Prince shouted a
clear challenge, as he had been taught to do.
The
Chief Bandit rose lazily to his feet.
"My
dear boy," he said, " You clearly know how to fight well, and I doubt
I could catch you if you ran. But fight me and you will surely die, since one
must die and it cannot be me. On the day I was born I was dipped in the River
of War and wet from head to foot, so not even an ankle was not touched by the
strange water. It was prophesied that no man could ever harm me."
But
the Prince was not a man, but a Princess, and the Chief Bandit's geas could not
affect him. He drew his sword and struck off the Chief Bandit's head with a
single blow.
The
Queen was overjoyed to see the Prince safe and sound, and even more so when the
Prince related his adventures.
"With
all these magics," said the Queen, "you will be able to take back the
Kingdom that is rightfully yours. But although a Prince you seem, you are a
Princess, and a Princess cannot have a Kingdom without a Prince. Luckily, I
heard the Bandits speak of a young and foolish Prince held captive by a Troll
just beyond the mountain to the south. If you free him, he will surely help you
win back your Kingdom."
The
Prince, who was really a Princess, had been hoping one day to become a King who
was really a Queen, but did not doubt the wisdom of his mother's words.
They
gathered provisions and loaded up the magic saddle-bags of the Dragon Horse.
The Dragon Horse was so large that it could easily carry both of them, and the
Prince bade the horse take them to the cave of the Troll that lived beyond the
mountain to the south.
It
so happened that a kindly Duke lived in a tower not far from the cave, and he
agreed to lodge the Queen while the Prince, who was really a Princess,
continued his quest.
The
path up to the Troll's cave was strewn with rocks and boulders and also strewn
with skeletons of men, none of which had feet.
The
Prince was nearly at the top of the path when a mighty voice rang out in mighty
challenge.
"Who
approaches the cave of the Mighty Ghroll?"
Tall
as five men, with three heads and seven arms, the Mighty Ghroll stood before
the cave, menace on all three of his countenances.
Remembering
the importance of truth and politeness, the Prince, who was really a Princess,
replied, a little awkwardly.
"I
am a poor Prince who has lost his Kingdom, and have come to rescue . . .
another Prince, who I hope will aid me in my quest. Will you release him or
shall I have to fight or make ransom?"
The
Troll was a little taken aback by the Prince's honesty and politeness, but it
was his custom to make adventurers fulfil strange and impossible tasks in order
to win his favour.
"Very
well," said the Troll with a wry smile, "You need only complete one
challenge and I will allow you to free the other Prince. Follow."
The
Troll walked into the cave, and the Prince, who was really a Princess, had to
run to keep up, having only normal sized legs. Deep in the mountain, the tunnel
expanded, into a vast empty room with a floor of polished red granite, and lit
like a ballroom by ten thousand candles. In the middle of the floor stood a man
made entirely of brass, dressed in a brass tailcoat with a brass rose in his
buttonhole and brass dancing shoes.
"Your
challenge," said the Troll, "is to dance with the Dancing Man until
he tires."
The
Prince at once turned and ran from the cave, and the Troll stared after him,
the wry smile turned to surprise on two of his three faces, but the third face
also turned to surprise as they heard the sound of feet hurrying back into the
cave.
The
Prince, of course, had run to the Dragon Horse to fetch the shoes of Queen
Abtath, which fit him especially well, since he was really a Princess.
Without
another word, the Prince took the hand of the Dancing Man, and placed another
hand carefully upon his waist, and an unseen orchestra struck up.
For
many hours they danced. The Dancing Man was an excellent partner, and since the
Prince had been taught to dance as a man, graciously allowed him to lead. The
Dancing Man's brass shoes struck occasional sparks as the shoes of Queen Abtath
glid and flew across the granite floor, and never before had the Troll's six
eyes beheld such a spectacle. Hours turned into days and days to weeks until,
one morning, the Dancing Man's hips gave the smallest creak, and he suddenly stopped still, to dance no more.
By
now, the Troll was not surprised. Two of his heads had begun to suspect some
sort of sorcery after the third day, and the third head had begun to expect
that they Prince would succeed after the first week. So all the rest of the
while they had been trying to think of ways to keep their bargain and get
revenge for having lost the pleasure of cutting off the Prince's feet (as they
would have done).
"Now,"
said the Prince, still full of vigour, "you promised to allow me to free
the other Prince."
"I
did," said the Troll, adding gleefully, "so go and free him. If you
can."
The
Prince, who was really a Princess, ran off into the Troll's dungeon to seek the
imprisoned Prince. Eventually, he heard the prisoner's mournful cries, and
sought him out, in a deep, dark pit.
He
was bound and weighed down with heavy chains, was thin, unshaven, filthy, his
eyes sad and piteous as his mournful cries.
"Now,
" said the Prince who was really a Princess, "cease your complaining,
for I have come to rescue you."
"It
is hopeless," the imprisoned Prince replied, "for the chains of the
Troll are cursed. All who seek to free me and cannot are themselves enchained,
by the ankles, and the Troll cuts off their feet to remove and eat them."
"But
the others who have tried did not have a Key of All Locks," the Prince who
was really a Princess replied, producing it with a flourish. However, he soon
discovered that even the Key of All Locks was of no use, since the imprisoned
Prince's chains had no keyhole.
The
imprisoned Prince nodded resignedly, but the Prince who was really a Princess
remembered his lessons, and did not give up so easily. He drew out the Sword of
the Angel of Silver, and cut through the chains as easily as through a loaf of
bread.
But
as they fell away from the wrists and ankles of the imprisoned Prince, he saw
to his dismay a strange transformation take place, for the curse of the chains
was such that they made woman appear to be man, so before his eyes the imprisoned
Prince became a beautiful Princess. The rescued Princess was so grateful that
she showered the Prince who was really a Princess with embraces and kisses, and
was surprised at his apparent lack of joy at this development.
"Come,"
said at length the Prince who was really a Princess, "let us escape this
dungeon and take council with my Mother and her new friend the kindly Duke."
So saying, He took up the broken manacles of the cursed chain and placed them
in his sack, explaining to the rescued Princess that he collected all he could
that was magical.
On
arrival in the great ballroom under the mountain, they saw that the Troll waxed
with anger, and at once threw itself upon the Prince who was really a Princess,
intent on rending him limb from limb. But the claws of his seven hands skidded
across the breastplate of the Angel of Silver and the fangs of his three mouths
found no purchase anywhere on the Prince's body as long as he wore the armour.
The
Prince who was really a Princess drew his glittering sword and struck off two
of the Troll's heads, which tumbled away across the polished red granite,
cursing and spitting as they went. The Troll hesitated.
The
Prince remembered his lessons in piety, and declared, "I can yet be
merciful if you will promise to mend your ways and let us go in peace."
In
fear for his immortal life, the Troll promised that henceforth he would waylay
and imprison only the wicked, and so the Prince who was really a Princess and
the rescued Princess went back up the tunnel to the entrance of the cave, where
the Dragon Horse waited to bring them safely back to the tower of the Kindly
Duke.
The
Kindly Duke was overjoyed to see that the Prince had rescued a Princess, and
was confused as to why the Queen seemed less happy about it.
The
rescued Princess was, for her part, deeply enamoured of her rescuer, though she
realized, of course, that they could not be married until the Prince had
reclaimed his Kingdom.
"My
father," said the rescued Princess, "is King of Araby, and will
surely provide you with a mighty army with which to reconquer your
Kingdom."
Upon
hearing this, the Queen resolved that it was best that the Prince, who was
really a Princess, should continue to appear to be a Prince, if this was a safe
means of obtaining an army.
The
next day, the Prince who was really a Princess, and the rescued Princess, took
their leave of the Kindly Duke, and set off upon the Dragon Horse for Araby.
Many
would have been their adventures upon that long road, had it not been for the
swiftness of the steed of the Dragon King. But as it was, before long and
without incident, they were received a the tented palace of the King of Araby,
who wept for joy at the sight of his lost daughter, and the handsome and noble
young Prince who had delivered her.
The
Prince who was really a Princess told the King of Araby the sad tale of the
loss of his father's Kingdom, and the King of Araby at once declared that he
would bestow upon him one of his nine armies of Djinn, that he could reclaim
his Kingdom.
This
was good fortune indeed, since it was a long road back to the North, and no
ordinary army could keep pace with the Dragon Horse. But any one of the Nine
Armies of Djinn was fast enough to arrive in advance.
And
so it was that a mere few days later, the young Queen and the Kindly Duke, the
Prince who was really a Princess, and the rescued Princess, and the Dragon
Horse, and the great host of one of the King of Araby's Nine Armies of Djinn,
stood at the edge of the great forest that encircled the Kingdom.
Emissaries
were sent to the Queen's eldest daughter, begging that she prepare for sudden
invasion and reconquest, but the eldest daughter sent back a message that
filled all with dismay.
The
Greedy King, the message said, possessed a magic throne, and once he had sat
upon the throne in any Kingdom, no man could take it from him, neither through
force of arms, nor subterfuge, nor by theft nor by process of law.
"Well,"
said the Prince who was really a Princess, who read the wording of the magic
with great care, "that's convenient."
"I
for one," replied the Queen with a conspiratorial nod, "am beginning
to see a pattern."
The
Prince who was really a Princess rode out at the head of his great army, the
rescued Princess at his side, and was met upon the official field of battle by
the Greedy King and his Wife, with their great army.
The
Greedy King was not concerned by the Prince's Dragon Steed, not his glittering
breastplate and shining sword, nor by his magic boots, nor even by the
thousands of Djinn who stood, screaming, behind him. He sat, complacent upon
his magic throne, that was borne on a bier by ten huge slaves.
Now
the Greedy King's wife was, after all, the Prince who was really a Princess's
sister, so he didn't feel altogether right about just striking the Greedy
King's head off with a single blow. So, as was the custom, they met alone
between their two armies, and the Prince who was really a Princess bent close
to the Greedy King, and whispered his secret in the Greedy King's ear.
Upon
hearing the secret, the Greedy King looked again at the Dragon Horse, he looked
again at the glittering breastplate and the magic boots, and the shining sword
that cut the very air into blue fire, at the vast army of screaming Djinn, one
of the King of Araby's Nine armies, and grew suddenly rather pale.
"Now,"
said the Prince, "I suggest you take your Magic Throne and your army, and
you leave my Kingdom never to return, and in return I will tell noone the
secret of your vulnerability."
The
Greedy King made no reply, but instead departed at once for his own Kingdom,
and indeed handed over several other Kingdoms to the Prince who was really a
Princess, in the hope that no longer surrounded, the Prince would be more
likely to keep his promise.
The
young Queen and the Kindly Duke were at once summoned, and preparations were
made for the Prince's coronation.
It
was, of course, the expectation of every subject that the Prince would marry
the rescued Princess, so the Prince, who was really a Princess, felt that it
was only fair to reveal his secret to her, also. At first she was downcast,
because even if they kept the secret, they could still never have an heir. But
the Prince pointed out that this was really of little concern, since they had
magical chains that could make any woman into a man, and a magical gown that
could make any man into a woman, and all manner of other magical objects and trinkets
besides, so they could do much as they wanted.
The
Prince who was really a Princess was crowned King who is really a Queen, and he
married the rescued Princess and they lived long and happy lives. And she bore
him several sons and daughters, and in his turn, he bore her several sons and
daughters, since it didn't much matter which of them wore the chains. And of
their many sons, some were probably really daughters, and of their many
daughters, some were probably really sons. It hardly really matters.Hhag
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