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Jane sat on the ground, watching Gunther's face above the wooden practice sword angled at her heart. "Dead," he said, to indicate that she had lost yet another joust with him. She picked herself up muttering something that will remain unsaid in text. She heard the jingling of bells and the sound of laughter, meaning that she had had an audience to her latest defeat. "You really need to work on your balance, Jane. If this was real then there would be one less lady knight," Gunther sneered.
"I thought Jane performed splendidly," remarked Jester, coming to Jane's defense.
"Fought, not performed. And if she did so well why is she on the ground with no weapon in hand?"
"Because I can take you any day from the ground with no weapon at all, is why. I tossed aside my practice sword to make it easier on you, since you seemed to be struggling," Jane spat back.
"Sparring with words does not help one's sparring," remarked Sir Theodore, entering the practice yard, "And a Jester is only useful for the first. Aren't there ballads that require composing, Jester?"
"Of course, Sir. Just leaving."
"Now, perhaps you two can continue to practice."
"Yes, sir," Jane and Gunther stated in unison and assumed a practice stance.
A few hours later, Jane was making her way up to her tower room, when she saw Jester on the steps. "Jane, I-"
"Could this wait, Jester? Sir Theodore had us practicing pretty hard all of today, and just moving hurts."
"Very well, tomorrow." Jester stepped aside and allowed her to continue climbing, as he descended to his rooms. Jester laid thinking on his bed, running all sorts of situations through his head, not sure how exactly he would say what was on his mind. How he could tell her how he felt.
But he didn't know that at that moment, such thoughts were running through more than one head.