Word had been brought to Aeric that Willim the Apothecary’s wares were needed up at the Woldhaus, to sooth the boils on the delicate arse of the Lord of Highwold. Instructed to hie his self to Lord Duralain’s manor with the appropriate supply ofMoreWord had been brought to Aeric that Willim the Apothecary’s wares were needed up at the Woldhaus, to sooth the boils on the delicate arse of the Lord of Highwold.
Instructed to hie his self to Lord Duralain’s manor with the appropriate supply of tinctures and tonics, the feckless youth had also used the simple errand as a means to better his relations with Tuli and Nan, Duralain’s notoriously dissolute scullery maids. Thus, evening found the young apothecary’s apprentice cheerfully ensconced in the Woldhaus’ great kitchen, where the women of such disrepute held court.Warmly fortified against the day’s late-winter chill, and with the dregs of some Highwoldian stout dribbling down his tunic, Aeric’s pleasantly clouded mind had since lost all sense of time and place.
Propped upon a rough-hewn bench set close the kitchen’s roaring hearth, the red-faced, inebriated youth had completely succumbed to the heady attentions of the two scullions and had foolishly allowed the entire afternoon to pass. Indeed, after more than just a few jacks of the strong ale, the slatterns’ sly ministrations had done such an exquisite job of reducing the young master to such a slavering mass of flesh that the boy’s roiling sexual tension had ultimately boiled over- with his manhood still throbbing from the rush.
Yet, soused as he was, the apprentice wasn’t in any state to appreciate his good fortune.After the women’s little mischief, the spent youth’s normally sharp wits were lost in a haze of wood smoke, alcohol and youthful lust and he lolled drunkenly on the bench, half slipping onto the dank, rush-covered floor.
So muddled were his faculties that Aeric could not quite reason why his loins simultaneously ached and felt numb.Finished with the lad, Tuli and Nan culminated their afternoon’s amusement by mocking the privileged youth while finishing the preparation of their lord’s supper. To the experienced and wicked maids, young Aeric’s curled chestnut locks and handsome features demanded that they put the lad in his rightful place, as it was seldom that the women found themselves in a position where they could employ their whiles for their own wry enjoyment.Nan’s teasing had just begun in earnest when the Woldhaus’ redoubtable stable hand rushed through the kitchen’s back entrance.
Aeric, barely registering the sudden, sharp slam of oak on stone, and the ghastly chill that ensued, chose just that moment to complete his inevitable slide towards the greasy floor. After a few moments spent wrestling with oil caked straw, it eventually occurred to the slackened apprentice that someone was handling him in a manner much less agreeable than the buxom pair of maids, and that the particular person was his best friend, Harl.Gripping his smallish friend under the arms while shyly averting his gaze from Nan’s ample and overly exposed chest, the earnest stableman picked Aeric off the floor and dragged his inebriated friend outside.
In their wake, Aeric’s heels scored parallel tracks through the floor’s sodden rushes, much as a wagon would if it skidded through mud.“You must fly, Aeric,” Harl implored...