The Champion's Companion Ch. 10

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The two in brown and grey had settled their differences. They had rearmed and now the one in brown was lying in a heap.

"Two down three to go" said Marcos dryly.

"Perhaps a little bet?" The general's officer offered hopefully.

"If the Prince loses would you send him to Lafaust?" Marcos asked the Queen.

"That's ridiculous; people lose their heads with their country." She said playing along.

"Nobles get taken as slaves too, but what would a noble who can't fight do in Lafaust? Our army and its new officers can't train with an enfeebled noble among them." General Creighton said disdainfully. "The King would be within his rights to kill him for malingering, that law is still on the books."

The man in pants was stuck down as he turned to run for another sword by the maniac in grey.

"Perhaps, he should go to Cardin and count the harvest, surely he can write and count." The general added now. They watched as the former guard was slaughtered after frantically rolling forward and slashing at the man in gray's legs.

The prince cried and screamed as the Hjordis pulled him down to his knees.

"What say you, Prince, of no lands or men?" The Queen asked stepping forward with her hands on her hips. "You and your army have been dealt a defeat. I would tell you that a great many lessons could be learned from the history of that great battle."

She stared at him for a minute longer then looked up to the Hjordis and waved her over to her side. The Prince exhaled loudly when the Hjordis sheathed her sword and came to stand behind the Queen.

"I hope you girls learned something also." The Queen said looking at her daughters. They both nodded gracefully.

Princess Saliss the older sister grinned slightly. "It was a unique battle that taught much on many levels. I have wondered who the prince from Sellis would marry." Princess Ruegin looked at her sideways in warning. "Since he and my dear sisters are only eighteen," Eighteen was legal age for marriage. "We have years to decide. I hope, despite his poor health, that he grows into a more worthy man in the coming years. Perhaps he can be of use in the defense of the laws of our great country." She looked over and offered her sister a smile.

"Well spoken. What say you Second-Princess Ruegin?" The Queen asked, intentionally catching Ruegin as she relaxed.

"I have unborn brothers much more worthy of the crown then him. He really would be a stain upon the crown if he wore it. However, I feel that he hasn't been pushed hard enough. Perhaps his body is weak, but great uncle Marnius the fifth was an excellent bowshot, even from a horse. The stories say he couldn't even walk on his own, but still beat King Vellon the Cartier every time in archery and racing. I heard, he even beat him in a wrestle." Marcos nodded thoughtfully.

Princess Ruegin continued. "Perhaps he should learn a different art to gain focus and concentrate the mind. Something that would be less trying and constantly demanding then armored swordfighting. It doesn't have to be archery, but all he does is ride all day and claim we all know nothing." She gestured to his pants. "He constantly bickers with the tutor. He always claims to know the truth of this world. He seems to think that Menthino is flawed because its trade, crops, laws, societal structure, and military are not identical to Sellis. He never wants to hear of the differences in regional neighbors, history, and climate. Perhaps, he should learn from the library where books make clear, plain, and...silent debates."

"I am so glad to have two such well spoken, graceful, intelligent, gentle, and beautiful daughters." The Queen gushed as she stepped over and hugged them.

The man in gray collapsed to his knees as they had been talking and seemed to mourn the loss of his 'enemies'. He was led out into the castle by the officers.

Marcos and Kaarthen left after the demonstration.

"That was actually an excellent example of a four man war. Alliances collapsed, nations were wounded." Marcos mused.

"Do you think it will help him?" Kaarthen asked finally as they walked the halls.

"He needs something, the politics are always shifting, and perhaps one day he will be able to return home. He won't be able to hold the crown, or even his house with his feeble grasp of things." Marcos said.

"Is he even sick do you think?" Kaarthen asked.

Marcos paused. "Who ever knows that could make some serious changes," Marcos said. "He refuses to be seen. Princess Ruegin has made some petition for him to be trained until it's proven what condition he has. That might kill him, but she seems to be gunning for that anyway."

"Oh?" Kaarthen said joking. Anyone in the castle has heard of a nameless royal making quiet inquiry for an 'event' involving a noble in certain guest apartments. The prince is the only noble who lives in those particular apartments at the moment, and only Princess Ruegin would be motivated enough to pull the strings.

They arrived at the tower after supper and moved to the library. Mara wandered the tower naked and found them through Kaarthen, using her own will as she does sometimes now. Marcos took his seat sitting sideways at the desk. Mara kneeled between his legs and went in for his cock. She quietly unbuttoned his pants and hefted out his cock with his warm heavy balls. She sucked each ball as much as she could since they had grown too big for her mouth. After wetting and stimulating them, she turned to the shaft. She suckled him in long savoring licks and sucks as he spoke.

"After the Queens demonstration, it's become clear the young prince needs leadership training." Marcos said quietly.

"He needs a lot of things. I would kill him if I were out on a hunt. He needs to be 'culled'." The former Huntress remarked.

She watched and felt Mara take him into her trained bottomless throat. Marcos' head wobbled slightly and his feet started to dance.

"Well it would seems, he is going to Cardin now and we shall too." Marcos muttered quietly trying to control himself. Mara was fucking her face onto him and making loud wet noises as she slurped.

"This will be like a dry run as I take a retinue on my travels." Marcos said and slouched back in his chair. Kaarthen looked at him happily and licked her lips. Marcos was near the end.

Mara really tried to work him quickly and Marcos was significantly harder than anyone she served before. In a weird way, the former sex slave admired his ability to always make her work. His status was proved to her by his long stamina.

Nevertheless, eventually as always, he exhaled noisily and thrust up into her shooting his massive load down her waiting throat as she clamped her mouth onto him and gulped him down. Marcos spoke up after that and Mara kept his cock in her mouth swirling the head trying to keep it hard.

"With the end of summer, the duties of the princesses take them to Cardin for the Harvest festival and storage inspection and inventory valuation. The decision this year was only complicated by the insistence that all princesses go. For security purposes, the Crown Princess and all the other heirs travel separately. That is not necessary on the barge, but in the confusion of the massive sprawling city of Cardin during harvest, it's pretty important." He explained. "The simplest solution was to leave Saliss. It was agreed since she had done this work five times prior she would only do the festival ceremony on the last two days."

"In two days we'll leave and for two weeks count and inventory the largest migration of people to ever happen annually." He said finally. "Mara let's get up stairs." He added grinning down at her. Kaarthen was glad he was affectionate to his fuck pet. Things for the girls were pleasant and the routine comforting.

Rinis, in situations like this discussion, could lay out her clothes and run a bath in Marcos' chambers as they returned from the library. Ein had lately discovered the upstairs library of forbidden arts. She spent hours pouring over the sciences of things like stars in the sky and the movement of energies. It had helped Kaarthen's understanding of the natural world, and in turn Kaarthen had helped her with the language of the gods. They both learned a huge amount about the details of the world around them.

For the up coming journey Marcos planned, Kaarthen was made to wear her Safi and the robe. She had tried just the robe and boots but Marcos didn't want her so exposed during the high profile visit. He did however agree the look of boots and just a robe was fine for anywhere else, so long as the princesses weren't being escorted.

The three angels had all progressed to extreme proficiency with their weapons. Marcos had confessed long ago that they were indeed worthy to accompany him.

Aside from carrying Lourndai, Kaarthen now carried a long curved double-edged dagger and two dozen small throwing knives. Marssel had dipped the long dagger in sappy poison resin she made for her. She was surprised to forget that all of these bubbly sexually preoccupied women could kill the whole city off if given time.

Kaarthen's 'three little angels' all wore fitted Safi. Over that, they wore robes similar to her and Marcos' trimmed so that the back came around the sides of the front. The sides that previously hung open became front facing slits. The robes hung to the ground as was proper for the style they wanted to mimic. The three were glad the armor padding didn't extend that far.

Marcos had suggested making their robes reversible black with elegant trim on the outside. Eventually the material got too heavy with the needs Marcos was foreseeing. Two robes were made for each. One black with everything a girl would need for the end of the world, and slightly shorter in length. Another in purple for Mara, dark green for Ein, and dark blue for Rinis. The robes also had fake sleeves, long stylish flaps with loose loops for the wrist and elbow. The style made them look like proper shapeless coy young noble women. Kaarthen had almost kept Rinis in black to act as a maiden or a servant.

They all carried a curved specialty sword and two similar daggers to Kaarthen's in their robes. Under or behind the armpit, the full length sword hung upside down. A twist lock kept the blade in. Marcos added a small pocket to catch the handle, but intentionally made it difficult to use since he didn't want any one messing with their robe when the time came. Ein and Mara also carried two dozen small throwing knives. Ein favored small stiletto like darts while Mara favored small knives with handles. The weapons became armor by themselves.

They were all fully dressed and prepared on the day when they met the two princesses and the boy-prince.

The princesses looked similar but Ruegin was taller and had darker hair. She wore gold and brown riding clothes that went up to the neck. Together they looked older then their eighteen years.

Nossin was lighter with wavy flaxen hair like Saliss. Her skin was also very pale unlike Ruegin and Saliss who had decent tans. Nossin was noticeably airy and frivolous. She wore riding skirts with a comfortable linen top that badly needed a modesty panel. The front was made of stiff coarse linen the wrapped in from the back over the sides of her shoulders and met in front loosely. She wore a white shawl with a pretty design over her shoulders.

Her bosoms didn't come near the size of Kaarthen or Mara's. Nevertheless, she had the cleavage the other two in robes didn't. She seemed unconcerned with Marcos who stood next to her breaking his neck trying to catch a pink nipple. He leered and grinned insipidly the whole time as the section officer in charge of the barge was introduced and a reported the planned schedule.

The Hjordis stepped in front of her eventually, blocking Marcos who was about to fall in to the princess' blouse. The two wore metal plate armor. It protected the neck, chest, waist, shoulders, and arms. They both wore buns as always, and had dyed their hair black. Their armor was cleverly covered by a tight padded wool blouse of brown and gold that buttoned over their armor. Only a black steel gorget around their necks was naked. It had an etched design to appear like a silvery necklace. The blouse covered down past their hips. They also wore black Safi pants and thigh high brown riding boots.

Kaarthen noticed that Princess Nossin's Hjordis carried a long straight dagger on the left hip with her rapier. Princess Ruegin's carried a small dagger on her left hip and two rapiers on the back of her right side. Both Hjordis' had several long, thin, pen-like, stilettos around their sleeves that appeared part of the striped design. From a distance, they appeared to simply be noble women in riding dress.

The prince rated his own bodyguard for the trip. He hadn't become able to defend himself yet. For discretion, they didn't assign a Hjordis. Rather than give him a detail from the Palace guard that was inconspicuous, the shift officer had saw the word prince in the title and sent them a walking stone tower. The officer had tried to dress him inconspicuously. After failing that, he then tried to make the two-legged tree into a warm rich uncle. The look he gave off was a well-heeled slaver. The giant would have to be guarded or the city guard would put a detail on him.

Marcos sent back the tall imposing Palace guard with the iron chin. He instead detailed Ein to protect the boy over his vehement and emasculating protests of fairness.

"Ein, you now rate to carry a rapier. Give the card the man had to the quartermaster and draw one." Marcos said.

The palace guard, who looked like a retired pirate captain, gave her his signed letter of authority over the boy making it official. The two princesses giggled at the spectacle. At nearly five feet Ein could kiss the shiny belt buckle the well to do barbarian wore. The palace guard, turned shady brothel proprietor, grew a new bulge as he looked down at her cute blonde head. She blushed and quickly ran off to get the sword.

The prince started tugging on Marcos to get attention. "Hey! How can she guard me? I demand to have a real guard! You're not treating my security fairly!"

Marcos swatted the idiot back. "No young prince, you're not treating your security fairly. The men of this kingdom do not travel with bodyguards they have squires and aide de camps. They do not dandy about in light riding gear across the kingdom, they are tasked in armor and tabards. I will not pull off a Palace guard for a post he isn't completely prepared to fill. You should be the one with a sword not the girl." Said Marcos, mimicking him with a well-bred accent. "If you continue to protest I'll have you ride in a convalescence carriage for the remainder of the assignment."

The pale prince shut up as Ein returned. Marcos knew he thought she was only his age. Not a six hundred year old former vampire trained to the razors edge of lethality. He considered taking away the poison dagger she had, but figured it would only help.

They walked quickly to the canal. The palace had its own barge that had been prepared for the journey. The shape was a rectangle with a shallow draft. The sides had lowered walkways for crew. The barge sat on them like pontoons and giving it an elevated center. The center platform was a squared and was hip height to the men standing in the lowered aisles. The front area was enclosed for rain with a lowered room for service preparation. A sunshade of light purple linen had been rolled out connected to it. The luggage lined the back end creating a low wall. Between the luggage and the enclosed area, heaps of pillows made the journey comfortable. They were able to feel the cool breeze coming off the water.

They were able to sit in the shade and eat a light lunch. The tide had not yet turned and they rested comfortably. The young prince quickly became seasick and tried to get off the vessel. Marcos told Ein to restrain him.

"We don't leave the vessel until Cardin young prince, show some poise and self control." Marcos sneered.

He purposely sat in back near Princess Nossin on the right side of the ship. In the shade, her pink nipples were quite visible in the light linen she wore. He was blocked by her Hjordis who nearly sat on his lap to give her lady some privacy. Princess Nossin seemed untroubled by the events and reclined into her pillows for a nap.

Marcos eventually turned away and looked at the remaining people around him. Near the front, Ein sat with the prince who tried to keep his eyes closed and leaned back on the enclosure. Along the left side of the barge, the Hjordis sat next to Princess Ruegin. Kaarthen sat near them but faced more towards Marcos with mirth in her eyes. Rinis sat to Kaarthen's left looking back at the palace and over the water. She had pulled her knees up and looked like a shapeless ball with a head poking out. Mara sat looking directly at him, her legs were spread with her left knee up. If not for her pants and a pillow corner, he would have seen what she offered. He felt suddenly sensitive to how exposed they were. Motivating people to sex in this situation was hard with all the attention and the lack of privacy.

The tide, that came in all the way from Pessilberg drove the barge. In several hours, four liveried oars men would have to hook the low iron sawtooths along the sides of the canal to pull the barge. They had long poles with C shaped hooks to help push and pull. Working together, the barge would move at quick speed gathering momentum along the wall. The canal was fifty yards wide and the opposite side was walled and lined with the temples and warehouses that depended on the waterway.

The barge cast off as the prince moaned. Princess Ruegin spoke to Kaarthen and her Hjordis about the art of warehouse inventory, various crops yields expected, the problems of rats, other pests like thieves, and different styles of index. Behind Marcos, the Hjordis laid on her side to create a wall for her lady. Princess Nossin slept comfortably and untroubled.

Marcos scooted down and over, laid his head on the Hjordis' thigh, and snuggled up to her ass. The barge was very still and quiet as they glided north along with the tide. A slow tempo of soft clanks was heard as the boatmen kept the barge along the wall.

Hours later, the sun was setting and the clanking had picked up. The southbound traffic flowed along riding the tide out. The boatmen worked in unison now keeping the craft moving upstream now. The barge's pontoon design controlled drag and pitch, as the craft kept momentum against the current. The four boatmen worked with practiced ease mostly working to keep the speed up as they glided.

Princess Nossin was still asleep. Under Marcos, the Hjordis was so tense she seemed about to explode. He eased back, caught Mara's eye, and gestured for Rinis. He had them sit next to him at the Hjordis' feet.

Kaarthen watched through Rinis, as Mara leaned in, exposed his cock, and sucked it into her mouth. Their bodies made a wall blocking her, the prince, and the princess's vision. The Hjordis lying down was extremely aware of Marcos through all this. The sounds she heard were obscene. Kaarthen didn't even realize she had slipped into the woman's mind until she realized the Hjordis was a virgin. She also rarely engaged in Sapphic play.

Marcos' hands had moved up and cupped her ass. She wasn't allowed to stab him, but she pulled a stiletto and did it anyway. Marcos merely hissed and shifted lower and lay across her legs. The look he made over to the princess must have been pretty raw. The Hjordis leaned in and embraced the young princess for security. He wasn't as aware as the Hjordis or Kaarthen that for her to move would mean the debasement of the sleeping princess. Princess Nossin dreamed peacefully and rolled into the Hjordis, unwitting of the battle over her.