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 so invincible was my nature, woman though I be.

I know, that is why thy father brings thee up as his son. He has taught thee the use of the bow and all the duties of a king.

Yes, that is why I am dressed in man’s attire and have left the seclusion of a woman’s chamber. I know no feminine wiles for winning hearts. My hands are strong to bend the bow, but I have never learnt Cupid’s archery, the play of eyes.

That requires no schooling, fair one. The eye does its work untaught, and he knows how well, who is struck in the heart.