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The Dark Knight, Chapter 4

Ah yes, indeed it was long ...

So a chapter that has been finished before December 31 (because symbolic) but I have only just finished correcting. (In fact I corrected / revised all the other chapters but I do not know if I'm going to put the mods on my LJ ...)

Here's the further adventures of the terrible dragon slayers Schwarz and Ciarán.

As always, feel free to give your opinion ... In fact, I beg you give your opinion as I know if I am to get carried away by muddy shores or to salvation.



And now the sun rises over the long-awaited day of departure. Fresh and rested our heroes' s apprêtent from the adventure to slay the terrible dragon. All rush to see them take time off: women waving colorful scarves, men shouting encouragement. Oh what a beautiful day to start a quest.

Ciarán had not slept all night. Which was neither serious nor unusual. It only took great care to remove all traces of fatigue on his face before joining the king and his men assembled somewhere in the castle. He had instructed Aloys necessary preparations to launch it out now to find the lair of the dragon. He had already packed all the business he could handle him. Of course he would have preferred to monitor the actions of his apprentice, and perhaps add a few new potions or some new components in its saddlebags, but the king had decreed otherwise.
had to his sorcerer is with the rest of his court to observe with joy and shouting the battle between the Black Knight and the captain of the guard and future husband of the princess. A very long and exciting moment in perspective for him ... He did not like the crowds or the games, or even scream. But he forced himself as always to please his king, and if that was what the king wanted, so the king would get.
he walked alone on the road now well beaten that connected the tower to the fortifications of the royal castle he tried to find what had escaped him when his preparations for departure. He had spent the night helped Aloys, at least until last to collapse, three spears to coat the poison in the strongest and most corrosive that he could make. His head was spinning still struggling to breathe without sucking poisonous effluvia but at least the contact lances into the flesh of the dragon should eventually paralyze. The problem was that he did not know how long the poison would act and if the dose he had brushed the spears would be sufficient to bend the dragon, or even where the knight is expected to attack the poison reaches the faster heart and then spread to the muscles ... It took him only three volumes of his library that dealt with dragons and although he had read and reread it hoped a new reading, driven by necessity, it would find essential information that would have previously missed. He had also packed
ointment against fire as the Witch of Red Wood had offered him in exchange for his services two years ago. Unfortunately he had only one pot. He could reapply for him, but he only had one more bay favors necklace she had given him and he preferred to send Aloys in case something goes wrong during his absence. The Red Lady was nice to be mean and cruel, she was also among the oldest and therefore wisest witches of his knowledge, able to help his apprentice when need.
If only he had had time to find a salamander ... A pact and it could transform itself to pass safely the breath of the dragon ... No doubt he would find a solution path. At least he had brought all the herbs and ingredients to rebuild its cons burn ointment. It would greatly needed.
He opened the garden gate and entered the castle. Fruit trees were in bloom and he had no doubt that once again the fruits do not bend the branches come summer. That content with the queen when she was given birth. He joined the main building and checked once more the perfection of her outfit before entering where people and serfs were probably busy. He did not put his robes, suspecting they would after that sort of time to get on it before leaving. So it was dressed in his traveling clothes the hottest and most practical and simply held her hair in a braid thick. It would be his cloak of mist to cast the spell, but sometimes that was all he could to impress the audience. Finally it carefully painted and perfection of her face. Satisfied
not find any wrinkles in his clothes he pushed open the door.
He crossed safely inside the castle, saluting those who had the courage to point out before going out into the courtyard where the noise of the crowd told him he should move to the field of training for guards. While the castle and half the town was there which was the delight of some who had already installed nearby shop to take advantage of this windfall. Only when he saw the seller of pies he remembered he had forgotten to eat. Besides, he should count on Lady Roswitha to provide a bundle of food since he was too busy to deal with it ... Fortunately the mother of Aloys can manage the situation better than him. The last time he had descended into kitchen to ask for a little pork fat so the cooks had been impressed and frightened that a whole pig was found burned ... It was even accused of turning all bowl of cream.
He had no trouble to fight their way through the crowd. This was one of the advantages of being a sorcerer, all differed in its path and prefer clumping on each other rather than graze. He came to the platform that had been rising during the night and walked toward the two thrones and a few chairs that had been arranged. The king received him with a smile and put his hand on his arm, bowing. Without the need to tell him he took his place standing behind the throne. He would have preferred to sit for rest of the night and spare before departure, but a witch does not sit, he stood there, black and menacing.
The field was empty for the moment but it was busy all around in large metal sounds and animated conversations echoed in the clear air of that spring morning. It should no rain today, however in the coming days there was much to think that they overlap with a flood of ice water ... He could not abide the idea of having to go chasing the dragon. While the knight needed all the protection he could give him magic, but he was provided with it?
- So my husband who do you favor in this fight?
the queen's voice, warm and pleasant and went out of his thoughts he looked at the royal couple will smile watching the young prince Karsten who hopped on his head despite efforts to calm Lady Juliana.
- Oh my queen, I do not know. You can ask me to choose between my brother and the champion who carries all our hopes. So I'll just be happy for the winner and an impartial judge to both.
King always knew getting out of gracefully.
- And you my dear?
- Well, my lord, since naturally Dagmar has eyes for her fiancé I will encourage the champion you have chosen to slay the dragon. And you master wizard who is your favorite for this fight?
He smiled at the queen resplendent in her blue dress with yellow bliaud.
- Your majesty knows that I know nothing about arts warriors.
- Ciarán Come, you bend to the whims of a lady for once.
- In this case, Madam, since I must answer without hesitation I chose the knight. I want the strongest possible for me to save huge dragon's teeth that are sure to want to close on me when we have found. Now the Lord is stronger Sieghard and terrifying that many dragons, so I prefer that the knight to show his bravery before you go risking my neck with her delicate.
The laughter of the queen and the princess flew into the blue sky and Ciarán allowed himself a small smile. He was really lucky to have come to the court of Adelar. Not only was he a king of the most intelligent and tolerant, but he knows he gave him something he had never even thought to look before: a home. He liked to live in the tower that had been awarded with his two apprentices. He loved and Aloys Thorsten and felt his chest swell with pride each of their progress. It felt good when conversing around the table with the royal family. Neither Lady nor the Princess Dagmar Helmine never shied away from him, they were to let him into their apartments and had thanked him for what he did for them. King had neither ashamed nor afraid of him and some of his subjects following his example had approached him with cordiality. Certainly there was the father Traugott, but wherever he goes there is always at least a father while he doubted Traugott able to find another place and others like those who agreed to share bread and friendship with him.
And it was now about to go on a perilous journey that would determine the future of the Kingdom, he realized all he had here, the importance of all those who had allowed. He understood then that he would chase the dragon, not because the king ordered it but because he wanted to protect the castle and its inhabitants. And not only the dragon.
high pitched sound of trumpets brought the attention of all present on the spot where the two adversaries finally appearing. Sire Sieghard was impressive in its enormous armor breastplate decorated with white arms of his house, surmounted by a lion passant an unfettered. But he who drew all eyes was the knight in shining black armor. It was easy to guess who had the shiny metal to make it shine as much and had to make a raid on its shelves to create a cream that can restore its luster in the armor ...
Thorsten stood beside the knight, proud as a peacock, carrying his shield and sword. It was gone this morning to the pale light of dawn without even complaining about the hour to get restless playing squires. He had been obliged to send to bed last night because neither he nor Aloys could not bear to hear him hold forth again and again on the Black Knight and the strange curse that seemed to touch his body. They had been entitled to an accounting for his actions one by one and his words and how the radiation force of his every move like a wave of warmth and ...
obsession for the dark knight would pass. Thorsten's passions lasted little and he always returned to the forest his first love, but it was seriously begins to consider a weapons training for his younger apprentice. Unlike Aloys who hated everything that was related to the arts of war, Thorsten had a taste of combat, or at least he felt the fascination. It would probably have a good warrior if things had been different but it was short-son of a witch and red knight ... no addition, no guard would not let him near, let alone touch him to learn the art of combat. This meant that Ciarán was going to have to somehow find him a master
... A tidal wave of screams and giggles brought his attention to the backyard where the two adversaries had been stripped of their glittering armor and stood now in a tunic below and breeches, sword in hand. Ciarán looked up to heaven, provided that this show takes thrilling end soon. The fate should not normally last more than half an hour even with a few more grandiloquent gestures to please the congregation. Another half-hour for any together and into the saddle and they were gone ... They probably eat lunch on the road. As for dinner ... oh well they would find a hostel before you start venturing into remote areas where the beast had to lie low.
The rolling thunder of steel called him back to the game had begun. He had little knowledge of the arts of combat and did not know if any of them had the advantage. The only weapon he could wield the knife was and still had he mainly learned the golden rule: to flee and hide until the enemy turns his back. He felt so reluctant to take the show and watched it with one eye bored. Finally
until it starts to look really.
The Dark Knight had an ecstatic smile on her face. Each of the blows he dealt or received made him smile more. Every movement he made freeing more energy, more violence. Each attack with his sword took more strength and her eyes shone more. He moved more freely, the body adopting each animal poses with grace.
He knew nothing in game but he saw Sir Sieghard back and his eyes harden, his body stiffen against the assaults of his devilish opponent. The shots became more violent, screaming iron against iron. At first blood the fight would be stopped and the two knights seemed to pay attention to good hitting the flat of their blade. The Black Knight would leave with a lot of bruises, but not as much as those who would suffer the captain of the guard by this evening. He should think about telling Aloys bring a pot of ointment Lady Dagmar.
The duel would soon cease, neither wanting the Black Knight is injured too severely they would soon be their last shot, trying to decide then. Contrary to what he had told the queen, he did not care much who would win. He preferred therefore focus attention on the game Black Knight muscles with every movement he made. On how his shirt drenched with sweat clung to his skin, drawing each ripple that shook his body in detail. He looked white teeth and carnivore that adorned his mouth, the blood flew to his face reddening his cheeks, the sparkle of her eyes brightened magnetic. The crowd roared
. The black sword was stained with blood.

***

Schwarz was happier than he had been a long time. The blood was still beating in his temples and the washing his face was deliciously cons costs. He felt cold water slide long drops along his chest burning. Not only was it a good fight but in addition he had won. He had tried the fake and he had slipped into the small opening of his opponent. Normally his sword should have come out drenched in blood, but he contented himself with a scratch.
He accepted the cup of his young squire, and drank water to clear large gulps. Too bad he has to leave so quickly, it was not against the burning of wine to celebrate his victory. It was not against many other things for celebrate his victory, but unfortunately it did not have time. Her hand slipped into a black head that Tod, totally impervious to the crowd, shouting and the adrenaline was still beating through the veins of his master yawned quietly contemplating the world from their disillusioned eyes.
- Thanks Thorsten. The boy replied
cut and handed him a new damp cloth for him to get rid of the sweat that clung to her body. He would have preferred a bath but once again there was no time. He took the tunic
own handed to him and passed the redhead. It was his last and he doubted that chasing the dragon leaves him time to wash the other, he would have to let him leave here, at least the clean clothes would be waiting when dirty, but successful.
He ran his hand through his hair. They began to be too long, it would soon be time to cut them again.
He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the breeze and the sun's caress. Long ago that he had not felt so light. The smile grew on his lips and he ruffled the hair of his young assistant.
- So, kid, you like it to be a squire?
Of all the riders he has ever had Thorsten was the ablest and most zealous. His armor was never more conspicuous.
- Sure, sir it is very funny! Finally, I'd very bad career in there because I doubt that another knight would let me do touch his arms. Must say, I have already completed the helm of Sir Godfrey of pig blood the time he was crying so they are wary Theodora ...
He shrugged.
- It's not like I could give Ciarán, either, without me he and Aloys forget to eat and sleep ... You need to put the armor?
Light pure spring slipped on the black armor and the weight of his sins fell on the shoulders of Schwarz.
- No, make sure it is ready for the start but for now I do not need.
- Congratulations, Sir.
He bowed slightly to the royal couple and the princess.
- Thank you, King Adelar. It was a good fight and hopefully one day joust once again cons Sieghard Sire.
- When you come back a knight, I will organize a big game in honor of your victory. Then you'll probably have a chance to beat you Sieghard cons.
- I will return victorious and then hastily.
- Ah, here Sieghard. So, not too tired, my friend?
The captain of the guard smiled and his movements were more expansive and free as before. He also appreciated their confrontation. His face was still rosi through exercise and a few drops of water slid from her hair still slightly wet. He showed a slight discomfort when walking, probably due to the blow he had inflicted in the right flank which seemed to vibrate to its knees. He wore a long tunic, the day was fine but still fresh, who hid his skin, but he imagined that by tonight its marbled flesh would be traces of the fight. The tracks that he, Schwarz had inflicted in combat.
- Your majesty. No, although I fear I curse my opponent up tomorrow morning. My whole body seems to me to cook already.
- Do not worry, Sir Sieghard, Dagmar just cream it takes to ease your suffering, I am sure she will be more than happy to assist you in your coat.
Princess blushed and Queen dedicated it to her husband a mischievous smile, the poor captain of the guard shrugged him without understanding.
- Come my love, stop this little titillating or she will Lighthouse at Wolgast as it burns with shame. Furthermore, it is time to join the hall where Ciarán ahead.
The queen accepted the proffered arm as they left her husband and followed all around the concourse.
No tables, the throne was even down from the podium now empty. The ground was covered with a carpet of white painted a strange pattern. Getting closer he realized it was a map of the Holy Roman Empire and all its states. The map was bounded by a red sand that enclosed in an oval.
The Sorcerer was motionless in front of them, dressed in a billowing cape seemed fray at his feet and melt into the shadows of the hall. No jewelry this time, no big stick, but still this white face impassive.
- Your majesty.
He bowed with a grace peculiar about a deep and fluid movement.
- You can start Ciarán. The Sorcerer
raised his hands, palms open before him full support and held her breath. Literally. Schwarz looked at his neighbor out a handkerchief and breathe in tiny breaths. Ridiculous! He began
spellcasting. Foreign words fell from his mouth and echoed off the walls of the hall, barely muffled by the tapestries that hung encore aux murs. Ce n’était aucune des langues que connaissait Schwarz. Le sable rouge devant lui commença à brasiller et s’illuminer.
La femme à côté de lui se signa. Si elle avait tellement peur, que faisait-elle encore là ?
L’assistant du Sorcier le rejoignit sur l’estrade, portant lui tout le harnachement de son office et tendant à son maître un grand plateau d’argent où était posé un cône de poussière noire. De sa main droite le magicien en ramassa une poignée, sans cesser de psalmodier et la jeta vers la carte. Le sable noir resta suspendu un moment dans l’air puis fondit comme une flèche sur un point de la carte.
Une lumière Wells, blinding and when they looked again the lines of the carpet had changed shape, now representing only the Kingdom of Mecklenburg and the islands that King had recently acquired through her marriage. The sorcerer continued his litany, his monotonous voice and powerful.
She rang in his head, marrying his worst nightmares, dreams that made him tremble from head to foot. Of course it was not him, it was just a wizard intoning his rituals, he could not remember any case of this voice that accompanied his downfall. He could not tell if she was serious or acute, she had not told any of the languages he knew, she had never addressed him, merely to hum while he was struggling in a storm of desire, hatred, anger and pleasure.
And yet he could imagine. He could feel the buzz around him while he struggled helplessly against the shameful desire, against nature that overwhelmed him. It wrapped itself around his body while he screamed his anger without any sound escaping from his throat. Intersecting it, gasping when he finally raised his hands over his skin, indulging in violence his lust.
He could imagine. His frail body pressed against hers while the needy, her shoulders shuddering cold between his burning hands, her soft skin in his calloused fist. Yes, it could have been him, her long black hair and cool spreading over his skin feverish, his face clenched in a cry of pain and pleasure ...
His whole body was tense as the sorcerer continued his ritual.
He needed to tie his hands around her throat white and off this incessant voice. To find refuge among the first open thighs whores. To hit the perfect face to make it disappear. To get rid of all the acrimony that had taken possession of his body.
If only they were not to leave so soon! He could now retract, return the slave to yesterday. Take in a corner of back yard and quietly go about their business made its case ... But he could not leave the king noticed his absence. The issue was too important to let the dictates of his body momentarily blinded her trial. He would wait
tonight. It was indeed the devil if it was not a barmaid ready to accept a few pieces. He dominates his traitorous body and reject the need flesh that weakened his will and had already caused the loss.
He fixed his gaze on the map of Mecklenburg, he skirted its shores, forcing himself to remember the names of villages that were there, he looked around lakes, rivers, he passed over the Black Mountains which defined the border of the Holy Roman Empire, east and wild Pomerania, he counted the rich towns that were tributes to the king Adelar, trying to calm down, to rest his mind excited by the disorders of his body. A black cloud
fell suddenly on the lake and its wetlands Müritz, marking the location of the dragon and again a light sparkling became completely erasing the card and everything was there. The Sorcerer descended the dais and knelt down before the king.
- Majesty, the dragon's lair is located around the lake Müritz Waren. If it please your majesty I will lead the Black Knight to the lair of the beast and lend him assistance of my magic to defeat him.
- Be it therefore does, Ciarán.
The king then turned to the audience.
- Schwarz, Black Knight.
The crowd parted before him, while Schwarz was advancing toward him and nodded respectfully.
- Here I am, King Adelar, what can I do to serve you.
The king raised his hands very theatrically, facing the congregation who watched the scene with interest and silence.
- Go, Black Knight and myself kill the dragon that is terrorizing my kingdom. To your victorious return, I will cover you with gold and silver.
Schwarz rose.
- Let it be done according to your wishes, king Adelar.
The crowd gathered in the concourse gave vent to his joy in long cheers but already the king, the knight and sorcerer eclipsed in one of the towers which were awaiting the Sorcerer's apprentice and Ali still muddy from the dust of the road. The squire bowed
bust, bowing his lord.
- I'm allowed to bring. He wore the colors of the knight as well as an entire package, "commented Lady Roswitha from the stairs where she was descended from the Queen's apartments.
- You did well, my aunt.
- Thank Majesty.
And a bow, the housekeeper turned ensure good order of the royal castle.
The king turned to his grave, leaving him no time to inquire about the health of his squire.
- Schwarz, you have to leave quickly. You're not without knowing that the College has been notified, a White Knight to be right now on the road. But even if a messenger was going to meet them at the same time you still have the possibility to have a good head start on them if you leave the castle now. Aachen since there is only one way to come to Güstrow and is opposite to that which takes you to Warren. Ciarán!
The Sorcerer appeared in the back of the king. He took off his cloak of mist.
- We must travel light, Knight. The chest that you have before you has been enchanted by me. It was
Yet an object of the most common wood-paneled dark barely worked.
- We will follow the earth during our whole trip, "continued the Wizard. But I can not make out only once after which the spell will be broken and it will take me several weeks to restart. If you can do without your armor during the journey will transport the trunk instead of horses.
a sign from his master, the apprentice blond grabbed three heavy spear whose tip was wrapped in a skin.
- Three spears I coated poison as hard as I could concoct. They will help you slay the beast. The apprentice
placed them in the trunk.
- Thank you, Wizard. Thorsten!
The boy appeared behind him, carrying his business as if it had been spat directly through hell itself in the room.
- Put my armor in the trunk.
The child immediately helped Ali put his precious black armor in the trunk, away from the iron spears.
The Sorcerer spoke again.
- At last, an ointment that will protect your skin from the heat of the dragon.
Pot was deposed in turn in the trunk.
- is unfortunately all I have to offer at the moment knight. Is there anything else that you could separate yourself from the Journey?
He shook his head and the lid fell into a heavy sound and definitive. The Wizard took from his tunic a golden key, locked the chest and knocked three times on wood. The huge piece of furniture began to sink into the ground, until it disappears completely under the stone.
- It's time for you to leave, "said the king. All
began to empty the room but he stayed there.
- King Adelar.
King seemed surprised to find it still, but we must believe that he lives on his face the seriousness of what was worrying.
- Yes, Sir?
- Before I leave I am compelled to abuse again for your generosity. He appointed Ali
hand.
- Ali is my squire. It is silent and no other protection than mine, and since I can take it with us ...
The king interrupted, smiling.
- Fear not, Sir, your vassal will be under my protection.
Schwarz put one knee and bowed, hand on heart.
- I thank thee, king Adelar. His chest seemed to swell
under the influence of emotion. Adelar had no obligation to do everything he did in his favor. Since his arrival he was treated with honor and friendship. It would have been honored to have sworn loyalty to such a lord. Ali with him would be safe and if unfortunately he should not return ...
He did not linger on these thoughts, he rose.
The King laid his hand on his shoulder and arm of the Sorcerer.
- May God bless you and help you in this endeavor.

***

They rode in silence for more sepulchral. Finally, if we except the nature around them, who claimed his joy at being in the spring and the sun. But other than that, yes, they rode in silence. Although, come to think of what could they speak? The Sorcerer, mounted on his gray nag rode a neck ahead of him and his gaze was lost on the horizon, do not even pretend to consider its existence. That left
promise of a trip more exciting. They would need a week to reach Lake Müritz and especially to make their way through the swamps to the dragon. Fight against him in a place so inhospitable would be more difficult, but at least he did not fear that the breath of the beast n'incendie the forest around him. However, the uneven ground beneath his feet might to be a real problem. It was difficult to overcome the beast at the same time trying not to fall into the water holes hidden by the mud. Perhaps would it be possible to conduct the creature on land more stable?
The little he knew about dragons left him unfortunately little hope. These animals were obviously malignant and vicious, knowing very quickly assess their opponent, they still attacked to kill, never to play. They had a demonic intelligence that allowed them to escape their pursuers, that's why they had to confront in their lair, where they believed safe. He had no more information about these monsters is much too young before ... He snorted
to chase the bad memories and naturally his eye fell on the magician that he was forced to take . He had been surprised
its usefulness. The trunk removed the biggest burden and allow them to ride much faster than expected, which was an advantage when it was thought that the White Knight was coming on very good horses and have fresh horses every church or abbey where he stopped. Spears also appeared
a good idea. Of course the fact that he could not take Ali meant he would have to rely on the wizard to pass him the weapons ... which in battle came back to have a significant disadvantage, especially when the enemy each had their weapons on him naturally ready to serve. But if the balm walked into effect against the dragon's fire was less a problem which had to deal ...
despite everything he has discussed with the Wizard, he could not face a dragon without knowing what one that would serve as a squire knew or could do, or if it does vanish not at the mere sight of the huge beast.
All would have been much easier if he could get away with his squire, Ali knew all his moves by heart, could read the fight to hand him the right weapon at exactly the right time while remaining as safe as possible to continue to assist throughout the battle. Besides it never distracted him when he fought. What that given the silence that surrounded the magician he feared nothing from that side. The Wizard of Adelar king had even managed to get their lunch without him send him a word, merely soft bread and cheese and bringing his horse away from him immediately after.
He did not know if it was contempt, his personality or simply the normal behavior of sorcerers, he spent a good ten years to avoid them after all. In any case this was not done to put it more comfortable and he was glad that the magician is not in his back outside his field of vision. Even if it required him to contemplate his thick, lustrous black braid beat the level of his kidneys to each movement of the nag.

***

Wolke He descended with a sigh of relief. His legs trembled and his legs were pulling horribly but at least they had stopped moving. Of course the knight dismounted him in one movement, immediately putting himself in search of the innkeeper. Ciarán inspired long and began to walk. He began by bringing the horse to the trough, gently stroking her neck. Then he undid the buckles of the seat, posing with the cast on their part almost dry soil. Then he took off and jaws that clamp Wolke greeted with great enthusiasm. Since no one had yet come into the issue, he worked on décrotter then clean out the hooves, making sure that nothing had slipped under the irons and the mare could resume the road the next day.
The knight had returned and was busy caring for her only horse. Ciarán therefore continued his work, he curried, cap and straw finally passed on the shiny coat of sweat.
He waited until the Knight has finished rub his steed, and hand the seat to the body followed him into the hostel. Where of course all conversation stopped at once as a lamp that would have blown. It was still too close Güstrow for most of those who were there do not know who he was. And do not rush to leave, abandoning their beer or their bowls, terrified at the thought that his shadow can touch them.
Knight moved back to the wall opposite the door. He sat beside her, pulling her thin kid gloves. The meal appeared immediately in front of them brought by a woman who looks carefully turned and made careful not to graze. The soup contained chunks of meat and a thick slice of bread had been placed next. The woman returned with cheese and even two parts of the old apple pie.
He ate slowly, his back right under the eyes, his graceful manners, without a single noise, taking his time taking care not to take his eyes off his plate. He refused wine and asked for a jug of boiling water. He took out his mortar, put three pinches the bottom of the mixture, grind coarsely and poured one part water before applying to work better items. In the rest of the jar he shed his herbal tea and let stand while finishing his soup. Before moving to the cheese he resumed his mortar and checked the consistency of paste, he added a few drops of scented oil from one of his vials and returned to work for a while. When he had finished from that pie could have used a little less honey in his opinion, the dough was ready.
Slowly he began to apply his hands on the reins damaged by noxious fumes and poisons from the previous day. He worked his skin in concentric circles, taking his time to rub the cream, watching each part slightly reddened critically, preparing to hide the scars more or less old who marbled his hands.
The attention of the Chevalier had long since left, and while he put his hands on the white paint that concealed her scars as he watched her lashes lowered the barmaid fight against itself but nevertheless approaching the knight who pierced the blue of his eyes for a long time now. He looked at moving from anxiety to excitement, he saw her body relax, then start waving, talking by starting voluptuous movements of her hips or her breast. He carefully refrains from letting his gaze slide into the knight.
He was busy filing her nails when the knight got up, the girl hanging on his arm, almost swoon. He did not move a muscle, trying not show any hesitation or tremor in the movements of pumice. He let them get away backwards the room where access was gained to the barn safely. Of course the knight as many men preferred women, especially those who put aside their thighs at low cost. This was not because he had kept his picture for ten years that this was no less a dream.
No, what worried him was the disease. At least he knew that all women in the castle until the ugliest of reservations were healthy. Here he feared only imagine what the knight might catch. They would look dashing if he could not fight the dragon because of infection misplaced and it took no grass to treat such problems ... probably because he did not intend to have.
Should he go bother them? And say what? Excuse me, I would check it has no disease before you fornicate because I need a knight in full form to rid the kingdom of the dragon?
Diseases? You bet! He just wanted to interfere in the life of a knight. It was pathetic! He put
mortar and pestle in his saddlebags herbs and rose. He needed to think of something else. Fortunately for him he still had not found or how prevent the knight's armor to heat, or how to save himself from the fiery breath of the dragon. So he had plenty to occupy his mind while the knight ... emptied his excess energy between the thighs almost white with a barmaid.
He took his holster and went out into the courtyard of the inn. He did not want to be locked up tonight. He passed the gate and walked across the field. The moon was now up and cast a dim light on nature. He put his blanket on the grass and sat cross-legged. He pulled one of his awards a flat stone and white, blew three times over and a bright light appeared. He drew from his holster his wax tablet and stylus. Okay, now how could he protect the armor and clothing of that hellish fire spitting dragon?
An owl threw in the air a cry of pleasure.