His name was Juan Cerveza de la Noche.
At different points in his life, he was an elite soldier for his king, a mercenary, a pirate, and most recently, a bodyguard.
This night, he was a fugitive. Had a soul asked him what his crime was, he would have smiled and said, "My crime? She was passion."
Namely, Lord Redlen of Sudhoff wanted to kill him for the untimely deflowering of his daughter.
Juan crouched amid the pews of the ruined chapel. He moved like a fox, slinking between the long, low, high-backed benches as Lord Redlen and his henchmen sought for him.
"Come out, you cur!" yelled Redlen as he again heard scuttering noises among the benches, and his men were forced to change tack to try to bracket the elusive Rojando.
"I do not think you will be kindly disposed to me, should I acquiesce," came the reply, echoing off the ancient granite walls.
The henchmen, four of the lord's finest and most loyal of guards, changed direction again, based upon the nobleman's hand gestures. "You haven't a chance, Rojando," said Redlen, "We will catch you and string you up by your balls!"
"Hence why I will not be coming out," came the response, his thick Rojando accent giving the words a softness and richness that was notably lacking in the Southron language.
One of the henchmen dove over a bench, yelling with rage as he thought he caught sight of the slender, dark-haired man they had chased from the manor house, some three miles up the road.
"I do not know what you think you were jumping upon," said Juan, in a whisper to the henchman, "but it was not me."
The henchman looked up just in time to see the pommel of a rapier coming toward his head. Then there was a sudden flash, followed by darkness.
With an agility possessed by one who was used to being pursued, Juan slipped under the pew to his left and popped up three rows over. He poked his head up over the level of the high backs, to see where his opponents were now, and in the dimness of the night, with only moonlight pouring in through shattered stained glass, saw movement.
Just in time, he ducked as a crossbow bolt whizzed over his head, nearly parting his well-oiled hair. "That is very unsporting," he said, "to be using ranged weapons upon me." He pronounced ranged as 'rain-jed'."
"It will be unsporting when I castrate you, filthy bastard," said Redlen, ordering his men, again with hand gestures toward where the head had briefly popped up.
There was a moment of silence, then Juan said from among the pews, "You seem to have a fascination with that portion of my anatomy, is there something I should know?"
One of the henchmen gave out a brief snort before catching himself and the enraged expression upon Redlen's face.
The lord of Sudhoff howled in frustration and smashed the long wooden bench before him with his greatsword, cleaving it in two. Wood chips flew about and the noise of it echoed from the rafters and walls of the old chapel. "You should know that I am going to kill you!" he screamed.
"Why did you not say so?" said a very mild voice from behind Redlen. He felt a prick of steel against the back of his neck. "I do not recommend you turning around, this sword is very sharp."
The remaining three of Lord Redlen's men gaped at the reappearance of the elusive Rojando directly behind their master and employer. "Please to tell your men to throw their swords away from them."
"Do what he says," growled Redlen, sweat beading on his brow. Redlen was not a young man, but had many years left in him, and a sudden and abiding desire overcame him to see most of them through.
"It would also be a very nice gesture on your part to toss away that great cleaver you carry, milord," said Juan in a soft lilt.
With a clumsy jerk the din of steel on granite was joined by a louder clang of his massive two-handed weapon. "You will be hanged for this," he muttered.
"And that is worse how?" asked the Rojando.
Redlen felt the point leave his neck and started to spin about, his great fist knotting into a large ball of bone and meat and spinning about to clobber the offensive man.
When his eyes came about, all he saw was teeth and claws as the cat struck him in the head. With a sound like a demon from the pits, the cat began trying to take evasive measures in mid-flight. This, of course, meant that when he hit the nobleman's face, he was already flailing those clawed feet.
Lord Redlen screamed as he fought to remove the cat from his head. A goal that they both shared, even if they worked at cross purpose to achieve it. By the time he managed to hurl the cat from him and searched the dark floor of the church for his sword, he and his men heard the galloping of hooves and knew that their horses had just been stolen.
"I want that son of a bitch dead!" yelled Redlen, grabbing one guard by the tunic and shoving him away from himself.
"I had no idea daddy, what that horrid man was doing to me," said Elke, lord Redlen's daughter, sobbing and sitting upon a couch. "He simply told me it would feel good."
"He took advantage of your innocence," said Redlen, glaring out the window. "You could not have known what a bastard like him was about."
She sobbed again into her handkerchief and fell upon her face, crying into the cushions of the couch.
"Go to bed, dear, and I will have a priest come to bless you on the morrow," said Redlen.
Elke gave a shuddering sigh and left the chamber, the door silently closed behind her as her handmaiden followed her flight.
Upon the door shutting, the young woman's whole demeanor changed, and she stood upright. She turned to smile at her handmaiden, Trinna. "By the One, it was as good as you said it would be!" said Elke, taking Trinna's hands. "It was like my whole body was tensed like a bow."
Trinna giggled along with the young noblewoman. "Yes, milady, I would never have recommended Juan's company if he were not skilled."
"Skilled doesn't come close to describing it, my good woman," Elke sighed, throwing herself upon her massive bed. "Had I known what it felt like, I would have given myself to a man long ago."
"Now, milady, not all men are as talented as Juan, don't go thinking they are,"cautioned the handmaiden.
Elke's head lifted from the feather mattress. "How do I know when they are?" she asked, eyeing her best friend dubiously.
"Their kiss," said Trinna.
"Just that?" asked Elke. "I like kissing."
"Yes, I've seen you with young Lord Hohenseim," said Trinna conspiratorially.
The noblewoman's face grew alarmed. "I thought we were being discreet," she said.
"You were, milady, but it is my business to keep up with you and your activities," said the handmaiden, still smiling.
Elke's head fell back onto the mattress. "I wish to see him again," she sighed out.
"I will let him know," replied Trinna. "Though I daresay you will have to meet him somewhere other than here, after this night."
"For pleasure such as that, I would happily wallow in mud," said Elke.
Trinna giggled again. "I don't think you will have to sink that low for another meeting."
"Who said anything about sinking low? I like mud," replied Elke, laughing and looking up at the canopy on her bed. "At midnight, you are relieved are you not?"
"Yes, milady," said Trinna.
"Will you go to — him?" asked the young noblewoman.
The handmaiden thought a short moment. "Would that bother you, Elke? I ask as a friend," she said.
Elke turned and raised her head up on one elbow. "Why would that bother me? I have received pleasure this night, and that will not be lessened by your receiving the same."
"Then, I say, yes, I planned to meet him this night, after midnight," replied Trinna.
The noblewoman smiled. "I envy you that, dear Trinna. That you are free to see whom you will, when you wish." she paused a long moment, "and bed them!" She broke into peals of laughter again.
Trinna smiled at Elke, running her fingers through her own chestnut hair. "I suppose nobility and peasantry are both two-edged swords," she said sagely.
"That they are, my dear friend," said Elke, a sober expression coming to her mirthful face.
"She said she wishes to see me again?" asked Juan, sitting upon the bed and watching the lovely Trinna remove her tight corset.
Trinna smiled over her shoulder at him. "Yes, she's very taken with your — skills," she said. Pulling the corset off, and releasing her large, round breasts. She turned about, now only wearing a sheer cotton slip.
Juan's eyes widened as he took in her well-rounded breasts, and their dark, large nipples. "You are magnificent, woman," said Juan, folding his arms around her waist as he sat and nuzzling into her bosem.
She stroked his neck and murmured, "I will bring her here to you tomorrow night."
Juan's hands slid up the outsides of Trinna's long thighs and then gripped her rump. "I would rather have you here, again," he said.
"I will have to come, also, but I doubt the lady will wish to share you," said Trinna, kissing the top of his head.
Juan looked up at her, his eyes nearly pure black in the center. "Why did you offer to get us together, I wonder?"
"Milady seemed very depressed that she would loose her innocence to some old man who would just hump her and then fall asleep atop her," she replied. "Now, even if married off to some fossil, she has known the affection of a man who knows how to give it. Besides, a treasure like your lovemaking should be shared, not hoarded away for only one person to enjoy."
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