Every night after the marks had gone home, she met D’Arbignal by the creek. Nearly every time, he had some new injury born of Alfredo’s blade.
He repeatedly deflected questions about his wounds, laughing each off with a quip or a dismissive wave of his hand.
It was only on the last night they met that he remarked upon his misfortunes.
“Alfredo thinks I’m sleeping with his wife,” D’Arbignal said with an ironic smile. He had a brown-stained bandage wrapping his right hand. “I may be the only man in the circus who hasn’t slept with Conchinara, but since I disappear each night after the show …”
He shrugged.
“It is starting to get a little tedious,” he admitted.
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