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“Daughter, you know I love you very much and I respect your intelligence, but you must marry and marry soon. Your sisters insist.”
The young woman nodded and made a sour face. “I have found no man I can respect, father. I have tried, honestly.”
“I know,” he said. “But I am going to stage a tourney for your hand.”
She shook her head. “Please, for the right to court me but not, I hope, to marry without my consent.”
“Very well, to court you. But I want you married by next month, three weeks. Understand?”
“What sort of tourney?”
“Athletic mostly, some chess perhaps, wrestling, quarter-staff, archery. That sort of thing.”
“I would like to add an event. One I would conduct personally.”
Her father wrinkled his forehead and waited.
“Ejaculation, sir.” She smiled. “Ejaculation for both distance and quantity.”
“You jest!”
“No sir. I insist. The man I choose must be capable of pleasing me and of fathering your heirs. Oh, and size of his, what shall I call it… member, eh?”