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"An thou wouldst bear my kiss upon thy brow,
I'll be as proud as any cock that crows," Will finished his sonnet.
The assembled Fae murmured and applauded.
"A slant rhyme would make one glance askance," Kit cried, though by the rules he had every right to compose his own response for some minutes before speaking, and he might've chosen a better A-rhyme than "ance." Or simply not doubled it, but the words had him in thrall near as much as Will in shirt and hose, near bare before the crowd. "I say: another piece off!"
The crowd cheered, unanimous.