Chapter Twenty-Six

Sandor could not take his eyes or hands off Losfend, his obsessive lust for the boy on display for all to see. Their lovemaking a few hours before serving to arouse rather than quench the captain's sexual desire for the boy – it was as if Sandor was under a spell.

Levit was quietly angry. He resented Losfend for taking his place, and despite Sandor's attempts to prove it otherwise, he understood that nothing would be the same anymore.

Alina was thoroughly amused, knowing what she had done and enjoying the concupiscence that Sandor struggled to control. She sent Losfend away; otherwise, she would not have Sandor's attention.

"What did I tell you? You were meant for each other, Losfend is beaming; he's never been so excited and happy since I met him. I'm sure we'll get great results if you keep at it."

"I don't see how it could be otherwise, after such a romp I should be drained in every sense of the word but on the contrary, I've never felt in better shape, only wanting more. All the weariness of our travels and before that, the weight of weeks of fighting… gone. I must admit that he is a very special boy, like no other."

"It is more than that, I think it would not have worked that way with someone else, you're attuned to each other. I believe Magic is leading us; there have been too many coincidences. Powers are at work and I think they are on our side."

"We would certainly need that and after what I experienced I might agree with you. It was magic indeed; there can be no other word to describe it."

"Poor Levit el, I fear he'll be spending a few very lonely nights from now on."

"Don't say that, I love the boy, I'll keep taking care of him."

"Of course, what else can you say? Tell him he's welcome to visit my bed at any time; I'm certain this will happen sooner than you think. The link with Losfend is too strong; I saw it as soon as you were done. There will be no place for Levit, whatever you do, it is sad but true."

"I hope you're wrong and I'll try to prove it."

"We'll see. Now it's time to leave and resume our journey. Where has everybody gone?"

***

While the princess and the captain talked, Levit and Losfend were left together sizing each other up. There was some animosity on the part of Levit, who felt dispossessed of his loving relationship with Sandor. It had happened in a matter of minutes, without warning, and there had been no need for words: the boy had known it as soon as he had seen them. They were like newlyweds, touching, looking at each other with longing at every moment. He had seen the efforts of Sandor trying to hide this sad reality but it was impossible. There would be no going back, he had no way to fight it, what was done was done. He felt like crying.

"Do not fear," said Losfend taking his hand, he still loves you. No magic can break that. He has been overcome by the power that lives inside me, but it will pass and everything will be like it was before if you accept me by your side."

"What?… What did you say?" asked Levit, looking at the younger boy with teary eyes.

"I say you should not worry, all will be fine: you have lost nothing."

"How do you know that?" Levit did not want to believe what he had just heard. Was Losfend mocking him? Besides taking Sandor away from him? It was cruel.

"I'm telling the truth. You know that I'm a special boy. Trust me."

It was certain that Sandor's reaction had not been natural. Levit looked at the man talking a few paces away. They had been together only a few weeks, two months at the most, but he knew him well. They had gone through many trials together and their ties were strong, and could not go away in a few minutes.

Even if what Losfend said was not true – everybody said that magic was leaving this world, one way or another – he would find a way to regain Sandor's love.

Now if it was magic that was at work he could not refuse Losfend's help. A tentative smile was forming on his lips.

"I'll trust you."

Losfend reached his hand out in friendship while saying, "Good, you see it's that easy."

The sensual touch as their hands met, instantly brought Levit's pricklet to a rock hard erection and he suddenly bent forward to kiss the younger boy's ruby lips with strong emotions. Losfend, in turn, wrapped one arm around Levit's neck, bringing the two together in a loving embrace and passionate kiss, while his other hand found Levit's crotch, rubbing it expertly and triggering a strong emotional reaction. Levit was taken over and losing himself in that moment when Sandor returned.

Sandor stopped in his tracks at this sight, he felt an overpowering desire to join them, undress them: make love to them. As his new and insatiable lust for Losfend took control of his thoughts, the effect was double, for Levit, now, was also the object of Sandor's craving.

The man's worries for the boy left him. Levit would not be rejected as he had feared, on the contrary, he would be an integral part of this new loving trio, and Alina would receive little for her efforts, as Levit would desert her bed for at least the remainder of their journey.

***

Tael was pounding Aeri's ass with great delight, he had not said one word to Berolt or touched him since they had awakened, while complimenting the other boy for his looks and talent at receiving his cock.

Tael had been playing games with his two pages. Each one had a very specific use and role. Aeri, the pretty one, he would fuck often and praise for everything he did, whether it was justified or not. He would ignore Berolt, except to criticize and chastise him unfairly as much as possible. He would play one against the other: it would make for a good distraction along the way.

Except for Hegron, Tael planned to fuck every boy in their troop, taking advantage of any occasion when they were separated from the others, as he had done at the outpost with Corran. He notably was very much anticipating raping the captain's boy, Levit, who was comely enough, he would be more wary of the Princess's eros, who, it appeared, could use magic. Hegron was still a thorn in his side; he needed patience for that one, although in the end, he would have his revenge one way or another and was determined to get more than the compensation they had deemed him worth.

As Tael's thoughts returned to the boy under him, he looked down to see the nice rhythm he had going, Aeri was a good fuck, the boy was on all fours, with his butt in the air, the perfect position, and with a sharp slap to each of his bum cheeks, he began to ride him harder. The only difficulty Tael had was tempering his enthusiasm to avoid hurting the boy, and stay within the limits he had given himself. The problem was that it was not in his habits, as he rather liked to elicit pain, and not only to show his boys who was the master but also because he simply took pleasure from it. Well, for a while he could certainly restrain himself since he would be able to play this game with the many other boys at his disposal.

He was getting close, "You're the best, Aeri, such a welcoming ass with lovely skin and body; I think I made the right choice with you. Not so sure about the other fat one though, I don't see what other use I have for him except for a pillow at night."

"Why did you pick him up then," asked the boy, rocked by the wizard's powerful thrusts.

"Out of generosity, I fear. I felt he was segregated among your group, I wanted to help but now I don't really know what to do with him."

"No, sir, believe me, he was well-liked and had his place among us. You are mistaken."

"If you say so, damn, your tight ass is a true delight, I don't think poor Berolt can compete. I like it rough and hard, tell me if it hurts."

"It is fine sir, do as you like."

"Good boy, you're the best." Since the boy gave his approval, he had no reason to hold back anymore, and for five long minutes, he pounded the poor boy's firm bottom, gaining in momentum until everything blurred. He did not doubt it was too much for the eleven-year-old boy under him but did not care. He finally reached his climax, crushing the boy under him, who collapsed to the ground.

"You're the best, boy," he said again, as he covered Aeri with kisses, not caring about the child's obvious discomfort, if not pain, after his final assault. "Can't wait to do it again. What about you?"

"I am at your service, sir," Aeri replied without conviction.

"Look, I'm getting hard again, get back in position. You're all stretched and ready for a second round, I'm sure."

Tael delighted in the look of distress taking hold of the boy's face. He loved the reluctant moves as he was getting back in position, slapping his generous cheeks as soon as Aeri was up again.

"I'm joking; I'm spent, thanks to you. Sorry to deprive you of that pleasure, we'll have a go later as soon as I'm back in shape. Let's see what the others are up to. Berolt, clean the place and pack everything on the horses, we'll be leaving soon."

***

Elegir entered the chasm with caution: this place reeked of an old and alien magic, which he did not like. He was used to being powerful and feared, always sure of himself. No one, nothing, dared resist him, and since this chase had started, he felt like he had lost control: it was unacceptable.

"What did the scouts tell you?" he asked Siturd, the head of the wreckers.

"Nothing good, they followed the runaways to the mountainside and discovered a narrow opening that led to some kind of labyrinth going deep inside. We sent two groups of ten warriors to explore and see where their trail would lead – not one of them came back. We were waiting for you to know what should be done next."

Elegir did not answer right away.

"Let's set up camp close to that opening in the mountain, do not send any more men. I will use my magic first to decide how to proceed."

What should have been an easy and major victory, capturing Hegron and Princess Alina together in a cul-de-sac with no possible escape was in jeopardy, and Elegir suspected there was more. Why come here to this strange and inhospitable place? Where could that unexpected passage lead them? To the other side? This would be a terrible blow to the Alliance. They would be in Alsoon, and Alina could seek help and allies among their neighbors. Hegron and Tael had vital information that they could use to seek asylum. That was the worst scenario imaginable. Fortunately, none of it was certain yet, a passage, a way to Alsoon through the mountains had never been heard of. They were perhaps only looking for a refuge in the labyrinth. There could be secret caves where they thought they could hide. He had to get to the bottom of it and fast.

An hour later, standing alone in front of the breach in the wall, Elegir was concentrating and readying himself to explore what lay ahead. He would need nourishment and would use the five children held close by to feed his magic.

Salgar was again watching the proceedings with concern. He did not like this place any more than the High Priest did. They had brought more troops and should be safe but it would be easy to lay traps in such an environment. He felt Elegir's own uneasiness, which was even more worrisome. His only wish was to be sent back to the army, away from these mountains and what they might hide. Unfortunately, it was more likely they would be sent forward to search that labyrinth. He looked intently at Elegir's face, trying to decipher his expressions and guess if his fears were to be confirmed with inauspicious news.

With a sign of the hand, Elegir was asking for a child, then another and a third, absorbing their life force with brutality in an instant, he did not show the usual pleasure he took from that act, only a necessity.

The whole thing lasted no more than ten minutes. The general saw him sagging slightly, before regaining his composure. He did not dare ask for the outcome, it would come soon enough.

Elegir stayed silent, pacing in front of the two captives left, and then he took one by the hand and went to sit with him, placing him on his lap. Salgar followed.

"What is your name, child?"

"Nox," answered the boy, certain that death was about to take him.

"What a strange name," said Elegir caressing the child's hair. "You are so pretty, would you like to keep me company for some time?"

The question was unexpected and the boy indeed handsome.

"As you wish, sir," he answered with a trembling voice.

"And would you give me willingly some of your life force?"

"If you want it, sir." His face had paled but he tried to stand straight and not show his fear.

"Come and kiss me then." Elegir's tone had lost its usual harshness, talking to the boy as would a gentle uncle.

Nox hesitated but finally raised his head and presented his lips to the man. He had no choice.

Elegir smiled and covered the boy's mouth with his own. This time, he was delicate and took only a sip breaking the contact after a minute.

"You taste good," he said. "I'll take you with me on our trip to Alsoon. Would you like that?"

"I don't know," answered Nox, surprised to be still alive.

"Good answer." Turning his head, Elegir called out, "Salgar!"

"Yes, my Lord?" The High Priest's behavior baffled the general: it was unprecedented to his knowledge and out of place in such a situation.

"We are going back to Cal Marat. Send messages to ready the army for the invasion. We are leaving this place."

"What about Hegron? the Princess?" asked Salgar, trying not to show his relief with his questions.

"There is an old magic in this place and it is stronger yet in the mountains. I have not been able to see through it. We must presume the worst: that there is a passage to Alsoon and the consequences will be terrible. We cannot wait; we must start the invasion as soon as possible."

"I'll give the orders right away. We can leave within the hour." He felt compelled to add, "Still nothing is certain, they could always be hiding in there, within our reach."

"They could, but it would be against every logic and we cannot take the risk. Anyway, Siturd with the wreckers will stay and keep trying to capture them."

It was apparent he did not believe one word of it. What had he seen with his magic? What would be the fate of the boy, Nox? What use did he have of him when so much was at stake?

***

"What is going on here, our boys are taking drawing lessons?" asked Leto, amused, as he entered Tristam's tent with William.

Licham, Hobb, Atlan and Betan were seated at tables, each of them with paper, a quill, and ink, busy trying to accurately copy the sigils that had been painted on their skin earlier, they were naked and serving as a model to each other. It was a lovely sight.

"You could say that," said the Magus, "and this is only the beginning. I ask of you to have all the pages and squires come here and learn how to paint those sigils, that is, after I am done with you and William."

"Really? Your experiments have been that successful?"

"Yes, you can say that. I have a few more tests to perform, mostly on William."

"William, again, I hope it doesn't hurt?"

"It should not."

"You're not sure?"

"Well, it might, but not much. As you know it is for a good cause."

"I know, still I am sorry for him. I saw the excruciating pain he went through when the Beast ripped him to pieces. I would not wish that on my worst enemy. Well with the exception of Melchior, to say the truth."

"I don't mind, if it is to ensure our victory, I'm ready for anything," said the prince with determination. "Why do you want them to learn to draw those sigils? Can't you do it yourself?"

"I would say it might even be dangerous to have too many people know of them or worse to learn how to use them," added Leto, concerned.

"I understand your reticence, this is not yet decided, and I think we will have to give it some thought before going further. I'll be a better judge of that question once the outcome of your fight with the Beast is known," replied the Magus.

"It is coming closer. Only one night left until the full moon," said William with a catch in his voice.

"That's the reason for your presence here; we have no time to waste, undress, and I'll get to work right away."

"What do you plan to do, exactly?" questioned Leto.

"I'll paint sigils on William's body as I did for those boys earlier. Then I'll test their effect on him and see how it interferes with the magic that already lives within. My hope is that it will make it stronger and more effective."

William had taken off his clothes and was standing naked and beautiful in front of them, catching the attention of Hobb, who stared with an appreciative look.

This caught the attention of Tristam, who knew from Licham, Hobb's intense sexual activity the entire day in one of the wagons. The boy was never satiated nor tired of sex.

"Stay attentive to your studies," he scolded the boy gently, you've had enough fun today. William, get on this table, and I'm sorry it is not as comfortable as I would like."

"On my back or my belly?" asked the boy.

"On your back, we'll start there."

Tristam had to say that he had no difficulty liking the work he performed on these lovely boys and he would have volunteered to treat all the pages in Leto's retinue if he had the time. William was certainly one of the most ravishing of the bunch, with his lean and perfectly proportioned body, his full and firm buttocks, his perfectly smooth skin that had taken a golden tint since they had been on the road. He did not resist letting his hand caress it as if to prepare it for the sigils he was about to draw. "Licham, bring me my papers." The boy jumped from his chair and hurried to gather his reference guides, this was not the moment to make a mistake.

Licham put the guides down on the table, brushing Tristam in an inviting way and bringing a smile to the old man. He was his little love, and however many boys were to lay on this table with their charms and appeal, Licham would stay his first, if not his only, choice.

"And what about me, Magus, will you draw those things on me too?" asked Leto.

"That is one more question that is not yet resolved."

"We're running out of time," said Leto, standing beside the table, his hand lost in William's golden locks."

"I know. I am quite certain that the sigils will protect anyone that wears them from our enemy's magic; perhaps they can do even more than that. It is the reason why I would propose to paint them on as many of your knights as possible. They will have to face the spells of our enemy's wizards on the battlefield. I have little doubt about that."

"That sounds like a great idea indeed but what about me?"

"The problem with you is very similar to the one I have with William. Like him, there is a magic woven inside you: the curse. Worse, that magic we must suppose came from the same source as those sigils. If I draw them on you, who will they reinforce? You or the Beast?"

"I see the dilemma and I don't like it. Still, I have been told that those sigils you use favor the good and their power is strengthened by our lovemaking."

"Unfortunately, magic is not, by essence, good or bad, it is an energy, a power that can be molded, used the way the wielder wants.

"But you told me Melchior obtained it through pain while you used pleasure and love, there's definitely a difference."

"There is, but I did not have time to assess it. At this moment nothing is certain, it could make you stronger, or on the contrary fight you and take side with the Beast."

"What are the odds?"

"Far as I know, it's a roll of the dice."

Tristam had started painting and the conversation stopped on an ominous tone. Leto was pensive and exchanged a smile with William who had turned his head toward him. Our love will prevail. We will be stronger than the curse. We don't need any more magic to win that fight.

It was almost an hour later when Tristam judged his work done. William's skin now adorned with sigils front and back, down his thighs and arms. They were pleasing to the eye and rather enhanced the boy's natural beauty.

"You have talent Tristam, I did not know there was an artistic side to your magic," said Leto, admiring the new William standing before him. Perhaps you should keep them, is it fitting for a prince?"

"I don't know," answered the boy, looking for a mirror but there was none, "How long will they stay?"

"Perhaps a month or two before they fade away but we can also wash them off if need be."

All the boys stopped drawing and looked at the prince. The work done on him was much more elaborate than what they had been given.

"What should we do now?" asked Leto.

"The same as we did," said Hobb. "Have sex! I'm ready to join." The boy's eagerness was clear in his voice and he sported an engaging erection he was obviously proud of.

"You're right, that is exactly what they will be doing for the next hour, or more if they wish to. I'm curious to see the result of that on the sigils. The Magus was learning with each experiment, refining his knowledge and the efficacy of his work, or so he hoped. "I'm sorry, Hobb, it is better not to interfere with them, they have a very special upcoming task," he added benignantly.

"Very well, this is one experiment we will gladly participate in, get dressed, William, and let's go find our bed," said Leto, his loins stirred by this sudden arousing turn of events.

"Wait, no need to leave, you can use my bed at the back and there is one more thing I want to try," said the Magus picking up a knife, "Come with me."

They followed, with Leto letting one hand course over the boy's glorious skin to settle on his naked butt before quickly pulling it back, thinking of the sigils there. There was no harm done, as the paint or whatever Tristam had used, was dry, and had not smudged.

The Magus, after entering the chamber, drew the flap isolating them from the other part of the tent.

Tristam, reaching out, said, "Give me your arm, William."

Leto, concerned, spoke up, "You'll hurt him, again."

"I've done much worse before, isn't that true, William?"

"Yes, he did, he wanted to be sure the magic worked. It lasted for days."

"I'm sorry, my Prince," said Tristam contrite.

"You must not be; you did your duty, just like now."

William put his arm forward and Tristam used the knife to cut the skin and see how fast it healed.

Nothing happened; the skin could not be cut.

"Is it a blunted knife?" asked Leto.

"Certainly not," answered Tristam, a large smile on his face putting more pressure on the skin that still resisted, "I never expected such an auspicious result.

"Will you try something more extreme?" asked William with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, eyeing a sword and an axe in a corner, ready for use.

"No, that will be all for now. I'll leave you to do your own, very pleasurable duty. Should I tell the boys to dress and send them away to better keep your privacy?"

"There is no need. We are all used to promiscuity."

Tristam left them and as he closed the tent flap, he looked at Lichan with longing.

***

When Rand woke up in the early morning, one of the boys, the oldest, was still with him in the bed, the other trussed up on the carpet beside it. It had been a very eventful night.

Melchior had been very displeased with the attitude of their host and the dinner had ended on a sour note.

"I do not trust this woman," said Melchior to Rand, "I'll tell the men to watch over the manor and not let anyone leave it."

"I told her boys to join me in my room as soon as their mother kissed them goodnight. Should I cancel the night's fun?"

"No, on the contrary, do whatever you want with them, the more extreme the better. It is the least that bitch deserves." The small man's eyes were pensive: an idea was taking form.

"But, what of the consequences? I planned to be rough with them within limits, so that they did not have to complain later." Rand's mind was starting to understand what Melchior's intentions were.

"It won't matter, by morning, when we leave, only death will reign over this place."

"Isn't it a bit risky? Won't it signal our passage, or at least bring unwanted attention?"

"With some luck, the bodies won't be found for a day or two. It's a small place with no more than twenty people at the most, only five guards, old people, women, children, the rest are gone to war with the head of the house, piece of cake for our men." Melchior's face was ecstatic at the idea of the coming mayhem and Rand thought he was overreacting. They had more urgent and important matters at hand than to punish that woman. Still, having his ways with her two boys had a strong appeal.

"What shall I do then?"

"Have your fun; just don't make too much noise until the deed is done. I'll take care of everything… come to think of it, wouldn't it be nice if people thought the king's men had committed the crime? I'll forge clues, it will add to the confusion. Anyway we'll be far from here before anything transpires from it."

Rand went to his room waiting eagerly for the boys visit and while stroking his young member devised a few games to perform with them.

There was a knock on his door less than twenty minutes later and he ushered them in, in silence. Stefan, the older brother, was obviously annoyed by the presence of his younger brother, Lutz, but he had no choice, he did not want him to make any fuss or let their mother know that he had left his bed.

"I haven't been able to keep him away, I'm sorry," he said in a whisper, embarrassed.

"You shouldn't be. You'll see he can have his uses, you did well." Rand had not bothered to put any clothes on, and his erection was well in view of the two children who looked at it with interest and bashfulness.

"How come?"

"Take off your nightgowns, both of you. I think you have a lot to learn."

Young Lutz followed suit immediately, happy to be part of the older boys' games and not sent back to bed.

Stefan hesitated. Rand had lured him here to talk of war and bloody battles, and the glory and honor they could bring. With those words, Stefan understood this was of a different nature.

"What do you want to do exactly?" Stefan asked, taking a step back.

"Show you what real men do after they've won a battle, what duties you'll have to fulfill."

"We've won nothing today."

"But you did, you had the audacity and stamina to come join me here, disobeying your mother. I know you want to go with the army and show your valor, and I can certainly help with that."

Stefan smiled, he liked being praised by the older boy, even if he knew what he had done was no feat. He did not take off his nightgown but went to sit on the bed.

"How can you do that? Our mother is definitely against it and she clearly resented your companion's presence and influence here. She'll not listen to anyone, it has been tried."

"There are other ways, you could run away and come with us."

"She would send her men to bring me back."

"We might not let them take you; you're big enough to know what you want to do."

"Could I come too?" asked Lutz, taken by the idea.

"Of course not, you're way too young," replied Stefan before addressing Rand again, "I thought you were going to Soonlure, there's no fighting there." The boy was naive but not stupid, Rand liked that, it was more interesting when it wasn't too easy.

"I'm not allowed to talk of that in too many details. Let me just tell you that there will be many occasions to draw a sword with us."

Stefan was hooked but still hesitant as to how to behave with Rand right now. Lutz was standing naked beside them his nightgown in one hand, listening.

"Why are you naked, you want to do things with us?"

"Sure do, that's the whole point of being away from your mother, besides the adventures and the excitement of battle."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't tell me you don't know what knights do with their squires? Haven't you tried it yet?"

"Well no, not yet, mother says I'm too young for it."

"I see you're a mama's boy with milk running down your nose."

"Certainly not."

"Show it to me, then, don't be afraid, you have to be ready to do your duties as a squire, I can teach you some of the basics, my pleasure."

"What's the hurry?"

"I won't take you with us if you do not show you're worth it. This will do."

"You're no knight, and I'm not your squire." Stefan had quite understood Rand's intentions.

"Who cares, once you've tried it you'll know why people do it all the time, knights with boys, boys together, and there's the girls too."

"Okay, I'll do it, if you let me go with you tomorrow."

"You'll go, sure thing, I can tell you," said Rand with a wicked smile. "Now take off your nightgown."

"What about me? What should I do?" asked Lutz, the little brother who did not understand all of what the older boys were talking about but wanted to be a part of it.

"I told you, not to come. You're way too young for this, go back to your room."

"No, or I'll tell mother," he said stubbornly.

"There's no need for that," said Rand, "You can stay with us, if you let your brother do it to you while I do it to him."

"Do what?" said Lutz.

"I can't do that," said Stefan, who knew what it was about.

"Why?" asked Rand.

"He's my brother and he's too little."

"Trust me, it doesn't matter, I do it with my brothers all the time, I have done it for years. He'll be a perfect fit for you. Anyway, a knight is as big for you as you are for him. Now take it off, show me what you got."

Rand was trying not to lose patience, he was in no hurry, he loved the idea of corrupting the boy without any coercion, make him do things he would soon regret. Of course, once the real thing started they might be noisier, but by then Melchior would probably be done and it would not matter.

Stefan did not want to take advantage of Lutz that way but he also did not want to miss a chance of leaving the manor for an adventurous life, and show his father what he was capable of. After all, it would serve the little brat well, he had told him time and again not to come and, what did he know, perhaps he would like it? He took off his nightgown.

Rand looked at the nice body revealed, the light from the candles reflected off the clear skin; there was just a hint of baby fat left with a promise of a lean frame to come; long legs, well-formed buns, he was hairless with a fair two-inch dicklet and fallen marbles. He was a comely lad who was on the cusp of puberty.

"Lutz, get on the bed, on your belly," Rand said, his hand taking hold of Stefan's two inches and rubbing them, "Feels nice, doesn't it?"

Stefan gasped, looking down as he felt himself grow. Rand's hand was on his firm cheeks one finger circling his pucker.

"I'm ready," said Lutz, not wanting to be forgotten.

Rand left the older brother and placed a pillow under the little boy to raise his butt. Then he came back to Stefan, who now had close to four inches in his hand.

Rand was himself at full mast. He slicked his index finger with saliva, knelt, and took the boy's meat in his mouth, liking the consistency and taste. They were naive and clean boys. His finger at the back slipped in and Stefan gasped again.

"You see how nice it can be. What did I tell you? Now go take care of your brother, just lie on him for now, I'll tell you how to proceed."

Stefan didn't seem to know what he had to do exactly, he got on the bed clumsily placing himself behind Lutz and sending a concerned look behind as Rand took position at his back.

"What should I do?" he asked reluctantly.

"Let me help, you'll see it's easy, once you're in."

Rand embraced Stefan from behind. While rubbing his own eager and hard tool in the boy's crack, his hands splayed apart Lutz's small cheeks and bending over Stefan's back, he spat a good amount of saliva on the child's brown pucker.

"Now put your thing on it and push it in; you'll see it's delightful."

"Will it hurt?"

Who cares?

"Perhaps a little bit, at first, but it won't last. I'll hold him for you. He asked for it, you said so yourself."

"What's gonna hurt?" asked Lutz, under them.

"Come on, do it before he makes a fuss and wakes the whole house." Rand took the affair in hand, so to speak. Seizing Stefan's erect cocklet, he gave it a few strokes, got it in position at the entrance, and pushed Stefan forward. "Just a little push and it's done. Easy."

Stefan had gone too far to backtrack and candidly forced his entry without caution. Rand was ready with his hand over Lutz's mouth to stifle a yelp of pain. The older brother was looking down and concentrating on keeping his cocklet embedded in his brother, pulling out slightly and pushing back in as new sensations took over his senses.

"Keep it in, all of it. He'll get used to it in a minute."

Lutz was tossing about trying to get rid of the boys at his back and the intruder in his arse but to no avail, Rand was squeezing his neck like a vice to hold him in place. Stefan was fully in, and soon, it would be Rand's turn to skewer the older boy.

Suddenly, shouts came from outside in the courtyard, lasting only a few seconds before they stopped abruptly. Without doubt, Melchior had done the deed, and now he could let the boys sing.

Rand let go of Lutz. It was time to take good care of Stefan, who was about to know what hurt meant. He followed the same approach, spreading the older boy's cheeks and spitting at his hole. It was not to ease the child's deflowering but for Rand's own comfort.

"Your turn, Stefan, and you better not displease me," he said in the boy's ear. He did not doubt he could manage the two boys by himself but he knew that cornered animals could surprise you. He had a knife ready, easily reachable, just in case.

Rand was merciless making his entry brutal and to the hilt in one go, the way he liked.

The unexpected pain shocked Stefan, almost to the point of collapsing, with only a small groan escaping his lips as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat suddenly erupting on his brow.

"Don't leave me, boy, I want to hear you sing," said Rand, slapping one of his plump cheeks, "We're just getting started." He did not wait and started rabbit fucking the boy, amused by the flailing of his arms and legs. With all his weight put in the balance, the two boys under him were pinned to the bed, powerless. Now Stefan was half shouting to be let go, half crying with his crushed little brother yelling and adding to the noise.

"It hurts, stop it, please, stop it!"

"Shut up. I won't until I'm satisfied with your service."

The boy kept hollering and swearing at him which after some time became tiresome. Rand punched him twice and since he did not stop, a third time. Then there were only moans of pain and shame more agreeable to his ears. He took his time before cumming, pulling out at the last moment and spraying both brothers with his young seed. He had thought, at first of slitting Stefan's throat and raping Lutz before getting rid of him the same way but the night was still young. He ripped the sheets with his knife and trussed Stefan with them while keeping an eye on a terrified Lutz.

That is when Melchior came for a visit pushing the door open without a knock.

"Are you done with them? They made quite a ruckus; you obviously did a good job of it.

"Half done only. I think I'll keep them a bit longer, lots of possible fun and games left."

"I thought the same, look who I brought with me."

It was then that two men pushed the disheveled mother through the door.

"Look how your precious boys are cared for! Isn't it wonderful? Do you want her for company, my boy?"

"No, I'll pass, got my hands full with these two," he answered, as he raised the little boy's legs and busted open young Lutz's pucker in one go, with a far ranging shout of pain as a result and the cries for mercy of the mother.

"We'll leave you to your occupations then. Come bitch, you'll entertain my men, I'm sure they'll find you to their liking."

By morning, little Lutz was a wretch, his blood staining the sheets and still trickling down his thigh to pool on the carpet. His brother had resisted Rand's assaults better than he did.

"Well, all good things have an end," said Rand, as he lifted Stefan's head to give him a kiss, "I must say you've both been amusing enough, but now it is morning and time to go. We'll go meet Melchior in the main hall for breakfast, I need to dress; I believe you'll find your mother there. Would you like that?"

Rand dressed fast and then cut Stefan's improvised restraints forcing him to stand up on wobbly legs.

"Do you think we should say goodbye to your mother? That would be the right thing to do. Now move!" Rand grabbed a large clump of Lutz's hair and proceeded to drag him, still trussed up, down the corridor that led to the main hall with Stefan leading the way. They took the staircase, the little boy bumping on every step all the way down, Rand never slowing his pace.

Melchior was eating breakfast, their mother hanging over the hearth by her arms, naked and bleeding. Stefan was crying as the guards held him back.

"Good morning, Rand. I'm sure you're hungry after such a night."

"I'm starving."

"We'll go as soon as you're done, there's cheese, bread, some fruits and meat."

Rand sat, letting go of Lutz, who fell to the floor in a crying blubbery mess. He motioned to the guard who brought Stefan over. Pulling the naked boy over his lap as if to spank him, he said, "I've become quite fond of this boy, could I keep him a few more days? I've been deprived of my toys since we left Trendel."

"I wanted the lady to see the demise of her sons before we left but knowing how he'll be taken care of by you, it will be as good, seems to me you made quite an impression on the lad."

"I did, it was… interesting," Rand was feeding the boy some grapes from his hand as you would feed your dog, "one for you… two for me… he's become quite obedient."

Rand devoured five slices of bread with cheese and meat besides the fruits and two cups of wine before becoming full.

"Time to end the little brother's life," he said as he stood up, "Shall I slit his throat?"

"No, we'll do it the king's way and chop his head off. There was another boy here at the manor, about the same age as your new toy. We'll need to bruise it some, as he doesn't look quite the same. I'm good at that, and once I'm done, we'll hang the lady.

Ten minutes later, they were leaving the manor with only death on their trail.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

As they made love, Leto was overcome by a strange sentiment regarding William: it was as if he discovered the boy for the first time. He marveled at the velvety skin, exquisite features, supple flesh, and lovely shapes. He had a full view of the sigils drawn all over the boy's body, and with the sun high in the sky, the light flowed through the tent fabric, giving the child an alien and exotic look that was arousing. There were few preliminaries, as his solid member was soon buried deep in William's bowels as the lord's pelvic thrusts shook his slight body. They kissed and embraced each other as if their life depended on it, which was close to the truth.

As their passion mounted and pleasure took hold of them, the sigils reacted and came alive; it was unsettling and captivating for Leto but did not lessen his ardor.

"Look, William, look what they're doing," he told the boy between kisses.

"Would you believe it, I can feel them coursing across my skin, as if it was your hands, it's incredible!"

They both watched the dance of the sigils, fascinated, Leto slowing his thrusting to use long strokes as his shaft brushed on the child's prostate. It sent shivers of pleasure up William's spine, his moans intensifying and soon brought the boy to his first climax.

They were far from done. Disregarding the sigils transformations and trying every position known to the man, their sweat mingling, their passion reaching new heights, they were the perfect lovers, aware of each like and dislike of their partner, the overpowering man respectful and mindful of the child's needs, William daring him to go further, faster, harder.

For a time the sigils and the reason for this bout of lovemaking could be forgotten until a new phenomenon occurred, just before Leto sent jet after jet of hot sperm deep into the boy's recesses.

William saw it first, incredulous. The sigils were slipping from his skin to Leto's, coursing now on the man's arms and chest as William felt the lord's last powerful thrust and his seed filling his bowels, he was rocked himself by an exquisite orgasm, speechless for a moment.

Leto was in a state of bliss, with his eyes closed, he brought the child's slight body to him, oblivious of all but the sweet sensations of his receding pleasure and delighted by this intimate communion with the boy.

"You have them too," said William, with a catch in his voice.

"What?" asked Leto.

"The sigils, they show on your skin." The boy was tracing them with a finger, following their intricate lines and curves.

Leto detached himself from the boy, looking at his chest and arms. William was right. The symbols Tristam had painted on the prince now adorned him as well. This was something the Magus had not foreseen.

Mystified by the phenomenon, Leto questioned aloud, "How can this be? Is it good or bad?"

William just stared and was at a loss for words, before shrugging in reply, "No idea."

Leto mused for a moment and then ironically stated, "At least the question of painting them on me or not is solved."

With suddenness, William broke the lull of the moment and blurted out, "We should tell Tristam!"

"Probably. Do you think these sigils can be removed, like yours?"

William had not thought of that, "You mean they could stay on you forever?"

Leto replied, "I don't know," as he was still engrossed with the sigils on his own body and kept looking at them.

William pointed at his own sigils as he got Leto's attention, "Look, mine have moved and changed too."

"Yes, I see that," as Leto's finger began tracing the lines and curves of the magic symbols on the boy's soft golden skin, "They're beautiful. You're beautiful!" Leto had a sudden idea, "Let me try this." He willed himself to change and take the appearance of the Beast, concentrating first on his hands but it was not working, as it should. He then tried with his whole body. The change was noticeable but incomplete and difficult. He abandoned his efforts and immediately was himself again.

"I was not able to transform as before," he said, "Could it be the sigils?"

"What else?" answered the boy, hopeful, with a large smile on his face. "They're working on our side it appears, they might prevent the Beast taking shape and help us break the curse. We can seriously hope it will be vanquished this coming full moon."

Leto was less optimistic, he did not want to take away William's hopes of a happy ending but he knew the strength of the creature living inside. Whatever, it bode well for their future and his ever present desire for the sweet boy was rekindled.

"Let's make love again. Tristam will have to wait."

***

The vampires were now very close to reaching their final destination with one obstacle remaining: numerous Alsoon soldiers had taken positions blocking the pass that led to Cal Marat, with patrols guarding the whole area. If they wanted to get through, they needed to be in the best shape possible.

Olgred had come to the conclusion that his men needed fresh blood, the boy meat they had been fed was not enough to quench this particular hunger. Vampires were superior to men in all things but the lack of blood could have dire consequences even for the most dedicated of them. Olgred had thought of sacrificing one of his familiars, Soren being the obvious choice, but finally rejected this idea. They were costly and somewhat dear to his heart. Also, he did not want his men exposed to their exquisite spiced blood, it was always better not to create a want that could not be satisfied. His two precious captives, Lord Leto's sons, Ladisk and Teo, were now in danger, as the vampires craving for blood could overpower any restraint his men currently held.

Olgred discussed his options with the shape-shifter Tecumek, who had been sent ahead to assess the enemies' defenses and knew the area. There were two: attack an isolated hamlet or one of the many small convoys supplying the troops protecting the frontier.

The hamlet seemed the best choice. Tecumek had visited one where he counted five women and ten children with only four men left to defend the tiny village. He stated he might have missed an old crone or a baby that stayed away from his sight, but he did not think there was anyone else in that place. He sensed genuine fear amongst the villagers of the coming war, as they were eager for news, asking him what he knew. Of course, he was just a refugee passing through.

"It will be rather easy, and a feast for you and your kind."

"We could stay there a day or two while we get back our strength and prepare to cross to the Cal," said Olgred, satisfied of Tecumek's words. "You will tell us how to proceed since you entered the courtyard and saw the inside of the hamlet. We should attack soon, when they are sleeping. Will there be sentries?"

"I doubt it, there are three buildings and a few empty barns, we will have to secure them at once; we don't want any of them to escape."

"Of course, and it should not be a problem, remember that for us night is like day and our scent for blood is well developed. We will have all the exits watched. It will not take us long to have all the humans dead or captured and under guard."

Breaking camp at sunset, they made the short ride to the hamlet, stopping on the edge of the wood and quietly continuing on foot with Tecumek leading the way.

Soren had deftly maneuvered to be the one left behind to watch the captive brothers Teo and Ladisk during the attack, while Olgred's other familiar, Crit, would take care of the horses in a thick copse of trees.

The opportunity to escape would never be better than now, with the vampires' absence, Crit out of sight attending the horses, and the Alsoon troops nearby, only Soren had the brothers' fate in his hands. Ladisk believed he had convinced the familiar that a dire future awaited him if he stayed with Olgred, but nothing was certain. The boy was still under the influence of the Sumok and after countless years of grooming, knew nothing but to serve his master.

"Will you do it? It is now or never," whispered Ladisk.

"Yes, I will do it." Soren had decided, it was his only chance at a different life, probably at life itself, "You must not hurt Crit, he is like a brother to me."

"We could take him with us?"

"No, he is still completely under the influence of Olgred; he would put us at risk and be a burden. I am sad for him, better to leave him behind."

"What about you? Why are you doing it?" Ladisk was still not quite sure if he should trust Soren. He had seen how dependent the familiars were to their master, how twisted their minds had become. Was it all make believe, a cruel joke he was playing on them?

"I've never met a familiar older than fifteen. One day they are gone without notice, sent away, so they say. I don't trust Olgred anymore. What I saw during the invasion of the Vale and here in Alsoon slowly opened my eyes. It's strange, I don't understand myself how it came to be, familiars are only meant to serve their masters, pleasure them. It is their only goal. You're the lucky ones to have met the only familiar that could think of rebelling and escape this fate."

"Enough talking, cut us loose, we must hurry."

"Agreed."

Familiars did not carry weapons, so Soren had taken one of Roagg's knives and kept it hidden in one of his saddlebags. Ladisk and Teo were free of their bindings in no time.

In silence, all three went to the horses and Crit, where the boy was checking one white mare's leg, and did not see them coming.

Soren's hand was on his mouth as Ladisk immobilized him.

"Teo, fetch the ropes," said his brother.

Crit put up a fight but five minutes later the familiar was securely bound and gagged.

"We'll take all of the horses, that way they won't be able to follow us, there are soldiers all around, they should be easy to find," said Soren, slightly out of breath.

"We'll make Olgred pay for what he did to us and the poor boys they raped, drained of their blood, or butchered, I'll order them to spare Crit," said Ladisk, one arm around his brother's shoulder.

"Order?" questioned Soren, "You are a mere boy."

"I told you, my father is the mightiest lord of Alsoon; everyone knows that. They will do as we tell them, you can be sure of that. You will be fairly rewarded."

"Let's get going, we'll talk of rewards later." The familiar knew he would have to first confront the lack of Sumok: it was to be a terrible trial that he was not certain he would survive. To his knowledge, no familiar had ever done what he was undertaking.

They left the trees at a gallop, pulling on the reins of all the horses. In the night, they were looking for a campfire that would tell them they had found the soldiers they were seeking, that they were truly safe and would soon see the father they had missed for such a long time.

***

It was a few days earlier that Alina and her companions had left Estraven and the journey out had been as strange and spectacular as the way in, perhaps even more so. The labyrinth of caves and pathways was about the same but if fast running water had been the barrier to cross on the way in, this time it was a river of fire. As they emerged from the caves and entered the labyrinth, they could already feel the heat inside the stone walls all around them, that went straight to the sky. It took them two exhausting hours to get to the flow of melting lava that blocked their way.

Princess Alina did not lose her calm or hesitate; she confidently stepped forward. As she came closer, a crust of solidified lava appeared and she set foot on it with apparent ease. Her horse was more difficult to coax into following her but she was able to quiet him down as she lead the way.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" she shouted at the little troop behind her."

Falling into cold, dark water or the idea of drowning were not pleasant but sinking into melting lava was even less appealing, nonetheless, one by one they took the newly formed bridge of solidified lava. The heat was fortunately also bearable and they hurried ahead wanting to reach the other bank as fast as possible, barely comforted by the idea that magic was at work and would protect them.

Sandor would have liked to be close to Levit and Losfend during this time and hold their hands but there was only room for one rider and horse at a time. He was the last one in line and hurried across to be reunited with his boys. Another labyrinth awaited them with the mountain height progressively becoming lower. There was no Chasm of Darkness this time. They entered a long and narrow tunnel with the entrance hidden behind a cascade of cold water. They were drenched to the bone when they emerged on the other side and were met by the warmth of a beautiful summer day, the sun high in the sky shining on them.

"We'll stop here to dry and to rest," said Alina.

The place was pleasant with a sunny clearing surrounded by forest and a bottomless pool of fresh water at one end supplied by the cascade. Soon most of them had discarded their clothes to lie on the grass, with the more courageous plunging in the deep water to get rid of the sweat and weariness of their journey.

"We've made it!" said a still unbelieving Astar, reclining with Safir against a tree.

"Yes, my friend, but what's next?" said Sandor, his question directed at Alina, as he watched the boys, among them Levit and Losfend playing in the water.

"First, we need to know what the situation is here, make contact with the authorities. Then I'll probably have to go to Soonlure to meet with King Aluser. I'll take Hegron with me; I want him to be as far from the Alliance as possible or any fighting. They must not take him back, ever."

"And what about us?" asked Sandor.

"You'll escort Tael to the front line where he will be the most useful at this point. I am certain that Aluser sent his army east to face the would-be invaders; that's where you have to go."

"I think you are right about that, we must help the army of Alsoon face the Alliance and hold them back," agreed Sandor.

"Let's hope we're not too late and that their defenses have not yet been breached. Do I have to remind you of how we were beaten from the first day?" said Astar.

"We were surprised, with no time to organize a coherent defense and facing an unknown enemy. They used magic and the draks to overcome us. Alsoon knows of their coming and is a much bigger kingdom. The knowledge we will bring them can make quite a difference," said Alina.

"What shall you get in exchange?"

"That is secondary if we consider this is the second coming of the Archons. Our only goal must be to win that war at all cost. The rest can be discussed later."

"Really?" asked Sandor.

"Well, I'll try to get as much as I can from King Aluser but this is definitely not my priority."

The captain trusted Alina to make the best deal she could despite what she had just said.

"You cannot go without an escort and what about Losfend el?" he said.

"Losfend el stays with you. As you've seen, you're made for each other and you might have need of his magic, I am certain it will develop in a spectacular way when you make contact with the enemy. Eleander and his boys will accompany me to Soonlure, they should be enough, as you know I am not without resources myself and anyway, King Aluser, as soon as he is aware of my presence, will make sure I am well protected by providing an escort. It is sad we have to go separate ways with no clear knowledge of when we might be reunited. As always, duty comes first but we will meet again in the near future, how could it be otherwise?"

"You are right, we will leave in the morning after the horses and ourselves are well rested. There must be a town or castle nearby; we will send birds flying to warn Aluser of your arrival."

"I know there's a road passing nearby and a few towns all around. Perhaps we should send Astar lev ahead to show us the way."

"I can do that. I think we don't have time to waste. I'll do some spotting with Safir so that you go straight to your destination in the morning. We will go right away. We should be back in a few hours and still have a few more left to get some sleep."

"According to what we learn we'll leave for Cal Marat where the next battle should be fought or wherever it takes place," said Sandor. "It will be the first time I've set foot in Alsoon."

"Not for me, I went there five years ago with my father. Valeans, I learned have a bad reputation there. We are said to be haughty, too rich for our value, and quarrelsome. We'll need to be on our guard and work to overcome that difficulty."

"I fear what they say of us is not entirely false but probably exaggerated," replied Sandor with irony. "I'll keep it in mind and now I'll go join the boys, that water looks quite inviting."

***

The size of Belvoir Palace was immense, the largest ever constructed, with many areas left unoccupied and neglected. You could find quite a few secret rooms accessible only for those in the know. Pages and squires being boys were among those, who at that age could not resist the idea of finding new and hidden rooms or corridors. It had become a challenge for them that they accepted wholeheartedly.

All Memphis, the squire overseer, wanted was some delightful time with Flint. Instead, when he arrived at the hidden chambers, the boys quickly assaulted him with numerous questions. What had been fun at first was now bothersome, the days were long, the place was dark and uncomfortable, the food scarce. The eighteen pages had been living there for five days now.

"What did he say?" asked Twit, one of the youngest.

"Will he protect us?" questioned Bohfest.

"Can we leave this place, at last?" demanded Aksel.

"Are the mercenaries leaving?" wondered Vouhg, who, by chance, had barely escaped being raped by them.

"Tell us," finished Kritton.

They all wore the white, blue, and green of the knighthood and nobility. They were here to serve but only answered demands of a sexual nature at their leisure, contrary to the pages wearing red, who could not refuse to please in any way the guest's desires.

"I'm sorry, but no. Orville doesn't care about us and there is no one else we can turn to here."

"What shall we do then? We can't stay hidden here too much longer."

"Are they looking for us?"

Memphis, after some hesitation told them, "It is worse than that. Orville has decided to auction you all to the mercenaries, tomorrow."

"Auction us? What do you mean? We are free boys, we can't be sold."

"Slavery was outlawed in Alsoon quite a few years ago."

"There are a lot more of them than of us. It could get ugly. They are savages!"

"All you say is true but that's what Orville ordered. I don't think he can sell us off like cattle, still he wants to break the rules and force us to serve the mercenaries that will pay for it and seems not to care of the way they will treat or use us."

Memphis still had difficulty believing it was really happening. He had never liked the man, who was as obsequious with the strong as he was arrogant with the weak. Did he fear the mercenaries? This made no sense; he was the one paying them. What could be his goal? What could he gain from it? Except tarnish even more Lord Leto's reputation. Could he be obeying the lord's orders? Was all that was said about him true? Was he a monster who killed children for his pleasure?

"I don't want to be given to one of them. I saw what happened to Septim and Hosling and they are big boys," stated Aksel.

"Fortunately, they'll never find us here," said Bohfest, in a way that sounded more like a question than a fact.

"We could escape, we know every way in and out of Belvoir. Those mercenaries are only watching the main ones," suggested Lygan, a pale-skinned smart boy with piercing green eyes and a mop of raven black hair.

"Where would we go?" asked Twit; the perfect contrast with golden hair, a deep tan, and light blue eyes.

"We could ask for protection from King Aluser," said Flint, who had settled comfortably in Memphis's lap.

"Orville and Lord Leto are not the best of friends, it is well known, but those mercenaries are here to fight for him. What if he gave us all back to them? That would be terrible," said Aksel.

"If we go, it would have to be all of us," said Memphis, "Orville was quite clear that if any one of us, pages and squires, did not show up for the auction there would be retaliation, against me first of all."

"What could be worse than what Orville wants already!" said Simur, a fragile looking boy with tears in his eyes.

Flint agreed, "One more reason to leave. Memphis, I don't want you to be flogged or worse, because you wanted to save us from that fate."

"All this doesn't make sense. How can Orville behave this way? Our fathers, and our families support, are needed. We don't wear the red like some of our friends; he knows it. He will have to answer for his actions at some point," said Kritton.

"We are at war, rules can be broken," interjected Lygan.

"We all heard the rumors about Lord Leto, the terrible things he does at Westerfield, that he eats children, if it is true, Orville has nothing to fear."

"Leto was here for a few days, and I must say, he scared me. Him and the people he brought with him."

Memphis decided his tryst with Flint would have to wait, as he had more urgent matters to attend to.

"I hear you all. I must confer with the squires and discuss with them our options, stay or leave, comply or resist, escape or fight. Let's not forget that our duty is to serve our Lord, we pledged to it. I cannot make a decision alone.

***

William was training with Farrad while waiting for the king, his father. They were fighting in a small arena in a secluded part of the palace. Their dripping lean bodies moved gracefully, leaving few traces in the sand at their feet. They were wearing some light leather armor plates on their shoulders, torsos, and thighs.

"Arthur, you're holding your shield too low," said Paragon, his sword master.

For everyone, he was Arthur, his brother, the first-born and heir to the throne. Few people could tell them apart; even Dada was often mistaken.

"I'm tired; we've been at it for two hours now." It was hot and the two boys were sweating profusely.

"Try to say that when you're in the middle of a battle," said Farrad, Lucian's twin brother, his sword hitting the prince's shield with a metallic sound.

"What battle? The fighting will take place far away from here while I'm secure in Soonlure. I sometimes envy my brother who was allowed to leave with the army and will know so many adventures." He paused, wiping the sweat from his brow before it fell in his eyes, imitated by Farrad who had the same problem. Their hair was sticky with it.

"You should not. You are the heir and precious to the kingdom," said Paragon.

"My brother is no less precious than myself, I miss him and Lucian."

"In times of war, no one is safe and danger lurks everywhere. You must be ready to face any unexpected event, while I hope you will never have the occasion to prove me right. Lucky boy, here comes your father. Your lesson is over, for now."

"How are the boys doing, Paragon?" asked the king, looking benignly upon the prince and his friend.

"Perhaps I should not tell you in front of them, but if truth be told, they are better than most and giving good heart to improve their skills. Of course they still have a lot to learn and need to grow quite a bit before we can make knights out of them."

"You make me proud, sword master, and I compliment you Farrad, and you Arthur, my son."

"Any news of William or the war," asked the boy, putting aside his sword and shield with a noticeable relief.

"Not really, except that the army is getting closer to Cal Marat and that our mysterious enemy has not shown himself yet."

"With some luck they might stop there and be content with the Vale of Destiny and its wealth," suggested Paragon.

"I would like you to be right, my friend, but none of our envoys came back and they sent none to us. I fear they do not have good intentions. I think they are digesting the Vale before paying us a visit and it should be soon."

"Why don't we join with the army? Your presence would boost its morale. Why have you sent Lord Leto instead?" asked the prince.

"Lord Leto is the best we have, despite being disreputable. We do not quite know who or what we are facing. You'll learn that patience and caution are necessary when you are on the throne and have the responsibility of a kingdom."

"I can understand that," said Arthur. He then picked up a jug of water that he shared with Farrad once quenched.

"You're a good boy, like your brother, and I am a lucky man to have the both of you by my side. Unfortunately, I will not have the time for our chess game today; we will have to postpone it until tomorrow."

"Then they can resume their training," said Paragon with a smile and a wink to the king.

"If it is necessary," said the boys resigned to their fate.

"Of course not, boys, not after what has been said. I give you leave to do as it pleases you until dinner," announced the king with Paragon's approval.

There was no need to say it twice. As soon as they had heard those words, they bowed to the king and then rushed to the armory to leave their weapons before going to the baths to relax. It was also the occasion for a more intimate moment together.

They had discovered the joys of sex after their twins had gone with Lord Leto and taken a great liking to it. It had not happened before since they had few moments alone. They had always been with one twin or another, not taking into account the pages, squires and guards serving or watching over them. The looming war had changed all that, now it was only the two of them most of the time. They were in a heavily guarded part of the palace, which very few people had the right to enter. They were free of their moves and games with only Dada to really worry about.

It took them less than a minute to get rid of their clothes, enter the water, and enjoy its refreshing power. An instant later, their lips were joined and they had one hand on a standing pricklet, holding and rubbing their counterpart. It did not take them long to climax and it was only the beginning.

"Do you think he'll do it?"

"How could he refuse? You are the prince. Most of them would do much more just to get your attention."

"He'll be the third one. You never have enough."

"Never! And don't tell me you don't like it too?"

"I can't say that but I could go along with having only you to play with. I must be more sentimental than you are, Farrad."

"So you say."

"The last one was so ticklish it was funny."

"He was at first, but then when things got serious, and he got the hang of it, he enjoyed it as much as we did."

"Why not call him again?"

"Because I like novelty. The new one will be perfect."

"Are you sure he is as innocent as you think."

"You never really know, that's part of the fun, but it is true that's the way I like them, innocent, to see them discover those feelings, like we did ourselves not so long ago. You'll see this one is really gorgeous."

"And no one initiated him yet? That's unlikely and you got me interested. When will you go fetch him?"

"I was to meet him and bring him here after your chess game but I could go as soon as we're done here."

"Yes, let's do that, I'm all excited now." Arthur/William's pecker was ready, poking Farrad's flat stomach."

"You do me, it's your turn," said the whipping boy, turning around and raising his pert buttocks ready to receive his prince.

William did not hesitate and plunged in still marveling at the heat and tightness that met his entry, they were now well accustomed to the joys of sodomy and their respective sizes did not require more than a bit of saliva or in this case, the soap they used to wash each other.

"Ouch!" said Farrad appreciatively, welcoming the blond boy's enthusiasm.

Arthur had bottomed in no time, taking his pleasure with fervor.

"Gorgeous, you said, we'll see if he takes it as well as you do."

***

It had been weeks since the gates of Cal Marat had been closed putting an end to the incessant traffic of caravans and merchants that passed through them.

Fifteen hundred knights from the nearby towns and castles bringing with them five thousand men had gathered and reinforced the fortifications in the valley facing the Cal to stop the expected invasion of the mysterious and invisible enemy that had taken the Vale. The pass was narrow, obstructed by the Cal with the valley beyond expanding slowly. A very long time ago, defense towers and ramparts had been carved in the mountains overlooking the valley giving the Alsoon forces a strong advantage with two strongholds said to be impregnable. One could think it would be easy to stop an attack.

Commander Trelaster, at the head of the Alsoon troops, had been waiting patiently for the king's army. Fifty of his soldiers were on their way to capture or kill the so-called vampires that had kidnapped Lord Leto's sons. The boys were now safe with him. He had sent birds to inform their father. It should have been a good day but it was not so. Now, for the first time, he had a better idea of what to expect of this unseen enemy and he did not like what he had been told … he did not like it at all.

The orders had first been to retreat and avoid the confrontation until the army arrived but how could he leave the nearby towns and their population without defense? It was out of the question even if many had already fled the area. With so many still there, he had been granted that demand: they were to stand their ground alone for the moment, and now this same morning the gates of Cal Marat had opened. Soon the fight would start.

The thing that worried him the most was what the strange and beautiful boy called Soren had said. They were not only going to face a human foe but also powerful and frightful creatures, aided by magic, among them the draks who would attack them from the sky and could transport troops behind their lines, taking them from behind. That knowledge required that he reorganize all his strategy and there was very little time for that.

Commander Trelaster could not count anymore on the superiority of their position, the traps they had set, the fortifications they had built. He gave orders, taking into account the boy's information, but, again, it was probably too little and too late, for them to be truly effective. Birds were sent to warn Lord Leto and the king of the situation.

His next decision was to send the boys away, to their father, Lord Leto. They were leaving at this moment with a small escort, the farther they could go from the fight, the better, but he kept with him the vampire familiar, Soren, against their demands. His reward would have to wait, he sorely needed his knowledge of the enemy now that the first confrontation was about to begin. The boy was not happy with it; still, he appeared more afraid than angry. He had no choice and he was getting sick too. The commander learned it was the lack of Sumok, a drug meant to keep him obedient and under the influence of his vampire master. Trelaster was admiring of the boy's courage and will, and hated himself for having to hold him back and use him that way but he had no choice. His duty was to his men and the kingdom.

"Sir, there's movement at the Cal's doors and on the ramparts," announced his squire.

"I'm coming," he answered. "Have our young guest well treated and given all he needs. Perhaps he should see our healer too. I want him to be able to answer any question I might have to ask."

"I'll take care of it right away, before I join you at the command post."

"Very well."

"Trelander did not have far to go, a few of his officers were already gathered there awaiting his last orders."

"Did you have time to make the changes that were needed?" he asked his aide de camp.

"It was very much on short notice but everything that could be done in time has been accomplished according to your orders."

"You did very well. Let's see what they look like."

Trelander took a view-scope, watching the Cal ramparts. For the first time, except for previous occasional glimpses, he could watch some activity in the Cal and he could really observe his enemy. Some looked as human as everybody else but others not at all. The boy it seemed had told him the truth: their foes were not the usual fare.

"Have you looked at them?" he asked around.

"We did, we spotted four different races if they can be called that, or different creatures."

"Did you see the flying ones, the ones called draks?"

"So far, they have not been seen today." It had been the talk of the previous weeks with such beasts occasionally seen from a distance by sentries or scouts, with no idea of what they could be exactly.

From his position at the foot of one of the strongholds, Trelander would have a good view of the battlefield on the valley below, his troops, and the enemy that was probably amassed behind Cal Marat's walls, ready to pour through the gates. The weather was sunny, with only a few white clouds in an azure sky, a perfect day to fight and eventually die.

On the ground below, everything was ready. Long lances had been distributed among the defenders to ward off the draks if they attacked the fortifications. Trenches filled with flammable tar, and others with pointed stakes awaited the enemy's assault. Detachments of cavalry were ready to charge whomever the draks transported behind their lines.

The encampments that would normally be manned by the pages and squires during the battle had been emptied. The boys would have been an easy prey for the flying creatures, they had mostly joined the front lines or taken refuge in the strongholds while some others had been sent as messengers to the nearby town and castles urging those that had not fled yet to do so, or prepare a defense in case the invaders breached their lines.

An ominous sound of drums started suddenly, resonating against the flanks of the surrounding high mountains as thousands of trasks and heartless with other creatures of different sizes and shapes passing the gates of Cal Marat to gather in front of its walls before marching forward. One thousand vampire warriors and two hundred wreckers followed them.

When the drums suddenly stopped beating a large number of draks flew over the Cal walls carrying more troops.

Trelander had waited for this moment. They were flying low enough and he had a surprise for them. Leto and his army had not yet arrived but he had sent his plans for war machines of a new kind that had been built and put to the trial during the last few weeks. Now he would know if they were as effective as he hoped.

Trelander raised his hand giving the signal that was relayed by flags all along the lines.

Ten machines fired at once, sending over a great distance one thousand thick and sharp bolts that filled the sky, meant, at first, to pierce the enemy armor or stop a cavalry charge, now thought to be as effective against the draks as long as they were aimed correctly.

The effect was devastating with many of the draks falling to the ground dead or wounded, taking with them and to their death the troops they carried on their backs. And there was more, the bolts that had missed their primary targets finished their course among the heartless, vampires, warts, wreckers and others, killing a good score of them and bringing chaos to their lines. The remaining draks could not react in time and gain more altitude, hampered by their load, they were hit hard by the second volley.

Trelander could hear his men cheering all around him: perhaps it was not going to be such a bad day after all.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The birds had come, three of them, the first one in the middle of the night: Leto's sons had been found and they were on their way to be reunited with him.

Lord Leto wanted to jump on his horse and ride at full gallop to meet them halfway, he had not seen his boys in so many years, but he could not do that. There would be a full moon this very evening and he had an appointment with the Beast. He would know by the next day if Tristam's scheme had worked or not. What a relief it would be if he could face his sons, Ladisk and Teo, without the burden of that curse on his shoulders; it had kept them apart for too long.

Leto was confident that William would survive this new trial thanks to Tristam's powerful magic, reinforced by the sigils, although he hated the idea of seeing him hurt again. Would he be torn to pieces by the claws and fangs of the creature when it took possession of his mind and body? Would their love be strong enough to vanquish the Beast and break the curse? Once and for all? Would he be free of it when he welcomed his sons?

They were close to Cal Marat now, three days march for the foot soldiers, and as the sun rose higher in the sky, the army began to break camp. The Blue Guard and Leto's knights would stay with him for tonight's ordeal and catch up with the rest of the troops after what was hoped to be his final confrontation with the Beast.

Those staying behind gathered in and around Leto's tent palace. William's knights and Tristam had gathered together with him. Close by, Lichan and the three boys wearing the sigils, as well as Lucian, the prince, and Focker were all quietly playing a game of Arog, leaving the adults alone to discuss important affairs. Gravenese was away in the camp, taking charge of the birds as they arrived with news of the kingdom or sent back with the Lord's orders. Etos was his go-between with Leto. They were all waiting for news from Commander Trelander, who had engaged the enemy forces: they would soon know better what to expect when they faced the Alliance. Then there was that strange tale that some Valeans had passed the mountains, an impossible feat. Princess Alina, the heir to the throne, was said to be among them and going to Soonlure to meet with King Aluser, while another group was coming their way to help fight the enemy.

As they waited, Leto wanted to know if Tristam had come to a conclusion: Would the sigils protect his knights from their opponents' magic in the coming battle?

"Tristam, have you decided on the sigils yet? What should be done with them?"

"Not yet, my Lord. There is too much at stake. We will meet the Alliance forces very soon and a mistake such as this one could mean our end."

"I agree that we should first see how it works with the Beast and will have to wait till next morning to know if this alien magic can be trusted and help us defeat the enemy."

"Perhaps it would be safer to take it off your skin," interrupted Tamerlane. "What happened is beyond our control."

"The question should rather be how to do it," replied Tristam. "When I examined William and the boys, their sigils, although they changed form and place, are still composed of the paint that was used to draw them, and can be taken off. Yours, Lord Leto, is of a different nature."

"Has it happened with anyone else?" asked Bertram.

"No, only the effects on the boys were tested so far, and they had already been painted on all of them." Tristam did not mention his own loving and sexual relation with Lichan, which had not resulted in the same way. The passing of the sigils from the prince to Leto was in fact, due to his attempt at augmenting their strength by using his own knowledge of magic and mixing the two. It was an unexpected side effect.

"I'll gladly volunteer to experiment with them. If I'm right, all it takes is a round of sex with one of the lads," suggested Tamerlane, always ready to enjoy new boys. "They are all comely enough." The man's gaze was now fixed on the boys, playing quietly and appreciative.

"This could be done, still, let me recall you that the pleasure, if not love, must be partaken by the boy for the best results," said Tristam.

"Count on me, no boy that shared my bed has ever complained he wasn't well treated. Most were sad to leave it," replied Tamerlane, slightly irritated.

"If you paint those sigils on Lucian, I will gladly participate in the experiment," said Bertram, "I must say that we love each other and should reach the full effect that we wish for."

"There can certainly be less agreeable ways to pass the time while waiting for the full moon," said Leto with a smile.

"There's more at stake than that." Tristam was showing clear enthusiasm, "If the effect could be reproduced, we would only need to paint the sigils on the boys and then have them mounted by the knights, so to speak, for the magic to be effective on both. It would save a lot of precious time."

"The more pleasure you have, the more effective it is?" asked Beltram.

"There's a lot we don't know yet, but that's the supposition, yes."

"I like that kind of magic," exclaimed Tamerlane. "When do we start? Let's call the boys and make our pickings. How many are there? I can call a few friends to join me."

"Perhaps we'll have to ask first, Tamerlane," said Leto. "The boys in question are survivors of the Dark Harem; we cannot treat them that way."

"I understand. Let's put the sigils on all the pages and squires still with us then; how long would it take?"

"Less than an hour each. Let's do it, indeed, and at the same time teach them how to paint the sigils, we should be down that way shortly. How many are left at the camp?" asked Tristam.

"I would say about sixty," said Leto.

"Let's bring them to my tent, we'll start right away; once they have learned it, they'll be able to pass it to all the boys that have left with the army." It seems Tristam's reticence to use them had been broken for now.

"I fear our enemy still has eyes watching us," said Leto. "I'll order that they are brought to you ten by ten; it will be less conspicuous and more easily manageable."

"The next few nights promise to be interesting indeed," said Tamerlane. "This is the first time I'll have sex on command. I think most of us will comply and ask for more. You've fired up my imagination and roused my senses. I'll bring my pages Silla and Estam to you right away, you can do your magic on them and I'll do mine with the pretty lads as soon as the ink has dried."

The boys, overhearing the adult's conversation, stopped their game and came over.

"Lucian is still free of the sigils; would you want to put them on him? Bertram?" asked William innocently.

"If you show me, I would be delighted." Although he did not like those magic things, this could be a new way to put some spice in their lovemaking through the knight, even if none were needed. He stayed back as Leto, Tristam, and the other boys left.

"Let's go then. Hobb and the twins will get everything prepared and I'll show you myself how it is done. I'll work on Focker and you'll just have to imitate everything I do with Lucian."

"I would prefer some intimacy; we could do it here away from the others," suggested Bertram who was a reserved man who disliked too much exposure.

"Of course, this will be much better," acquiesced the prince. "Focker, go fetch the quills and the ink, tell Lord Leto I'll join him later."

The blond page was gone and back in a few minutes. A large table, rid of its contents had been chosen to lay the boys on, Lucian already naked, was the first to climb on it.

"Your turn Focker, take off your tunic," said William, who was the chief of operations. "What part of the body do you want to start with?" he asked with false innocence, letting his hand course over Focker's skin.

"I'll let you choose," answered the knight, whose cheeks had reddened. He was nonetheless sensible to the exquisite charm on the two naked boys exposed.

"Let's start with the chest, then," decided William, first looking at himself in a mirror before starting to draw. "You just have to reproduce the same sigils, Beltram; it's rather easy."

"It tickles," said Focker, as the quill touched him. "It's rather fun."

William was quite fond of the page and it was reciprocal; they had learned to be intimate by often sharing Leto's bed. It was soon clear that they were both aroused and that the painting sequence was also an erotic game. Peckers were stirring and hardening.

Bertram, who was the only one still clothed, was in a similar state but trying to hide it, which amused the boys. One could wonder if it had not been the boys' scheme from the start. Embarrass the young knight and have him loosen up and shed away his famous shyness.

The prince, putting the last touch on the symbols with his quill, purposefully brushed Focker's erect pecker, before saying, "Seems we're done with the front, turn around."

Were the sigils already at work? Despite the heavy lovemaking of the past day and night, William was again in the mood for sex. "Bertam, you'll have to lead by examining and reproducing the drawings on my back; you've done very well so far."

Bertram, for his part, was trying to concentrate on his task but his defenses were crumbling, contaminated by the beauty, sensuality, and obvious willingness of boys who were all in an advanced state of arousal. The erect cocklets were now mostly hidden, but he was confronted with their three perfect bums ready for the plucking. Could he dare take advantage of the situation when one of the boys was his prince and another the boy he loved? What could the consequences be?

The boys did not care about such considerations, they were young and carefree, preoccupied with the present and what it offered them. Although, William, perhaps more than the others, was well aware of the hardships they would face in the next hours.

"I think we did quite a good job, Bertram. Lucian, Focker, get up and let us see how you look now."

"Do you think the ink has dried yet?" asked Focker.

"Let me see," said William, touching a sigil with the tip of a finger. "No smearing, I say it is time for some entertainment after all this hard work. Don't you agree, Bertram?"

"Entertainment…?"

"What is that bulge I see in your breeches?" continued William, giving the signal the other two were waiting for.

The three boys did not hesitate and seized Bertram who was not offering any resistance, to bring him to a nearby couch. They quickly undressed him and the man and boys were instantly swept up in a whirlwind of love, not knowing who was doing what with whom and each being as active as anyone else. It lasted for more than an hour before an exhausted Bertram came to his senses with two boys still in his arms, Lucian and Focker. Prince William was gone.

***

The vampires, led by Olgred, had easily taken possession of the farm the previous night, killing the adults and keeping the children alive. Drinking blood from the living was much more satisfying and young'un's blood had a richer, better taste. By morning, they would all be drained of it and as dead as their kin. Olgred would not burden himself with any captives this time, except for the two precious ones waiting nearby.

Tecumek had no interest in drinking the vampires' nectar and as soon as the situation was under control at the farm, he went back to fetch the horses. More than an hour had gone by, and he immediately understood something was amiss when his calls were not answered. He found Crit trussed and gagged. When he was freed, the familiar told him what he more or less had deduced himself.

It did not take long for Olgred to be aware of the gravity of the situation. They were, or would be shortly, on the wanted list, on foot, in enemy territory. They were doomed. This, with the shock of Soren's betrayal, was a fatal blow for the lord vampire who could only hope now for an honorable death, sword in hand.

"There are three horses in the barn, is there not a chance to stop them or silence them?" asked Roagg.

"We could try, but I fear their lead is too considerable," answered Olgred.

"Then you must take the horses and try to escape. All will not be lost," said one of the vampires. "Your lives are much more valuable than ours, yours, and Tecumek."

"No, I have failed. I lost the captives. How could I present myself in front of the council without them and having left you behind to die?"

"It is your duty, my Lord; you have no choice. Think of Tecumek; we cannot risk having him taken by the enemy."

"You are right, I must bear the shame of my failure in front of the council and help Tecumek get out of harm's way."

"Do not worry for me, my Lord, I can take any appearance I want; it is very unlikely that they would catch me. It is better that we travel separately; we will be less noticeable. Let's dress as those peasants and leave at once."

"We have three horses; who's coming with us?"

"Take your familiar and one of the blood bags; you'll need them to sustain you if you have to go into hiding for some time," said Roagg. "We are warriors, we do not fear death. It is an honor to die sword in hand and we will do our best to give you as much time as you need to get as far away from here as possible before we fall. We are only doing our duty."

"I should stay with you; I am not worthy of your sacrifice; I made a fatal mistake."

"You're not responsible, never has a familiar turned against his master. You must let it be known so that it doesn't happen again," said Tecumek. "We must go."

"Take this boy, he looks healthy," said one of Olgred's men, bringing the saddled horses. A twelvish blond lad well trussed up and gagged had been thrown over a black mare's saddle. "He is untouched and he will give you savory and abundant sustenance. These lands are rich, those peasant children were well fed and taken care of, they will make excellent cattle for the Alliance when victory is ours."

"Crit, you'll ride with the blood bag."

Without one more word, Olgred jumped on a pale gray horse and they were gone.

Tecumek followed on foot, having taken the appearance and clothes of one of the killed peasants.

The vampires closed the gate to the courtyard and while one of them stayed on watch, the others went to rest after drinking blood from the children; they were left alive for the moment. They still could have their use. The soldiers would come, that was a certainty, but it would take them some time, probably a few hours. After that, the fight would start and Roagg and his companions planned to hold them off for as long as possible. Fresh blood might be required.

***

The third wave of attackers had been broken. Trelander watched the creatures called a heartless retreat, leaving behind scores of their dead and others wounded or still burning, trying to escape the tar pits that had been their downfall. He was starting to think their defenses would hold, at least for today. His secret hope was that Lord Leto's army would arrive before they had to retreat, thus avoiding the invasion and the sacking of the nearby cities.

The boy, Soren, the familiar, had predicted their defeat, saying that all the might and strength of the Alliance was coming to meet and destroy them. The battle-hardened Commander, Trelander, did not want to share the boy's pessimism. Still, he feared it had only been a tactical test of their defenses and that the boy was right, with the worst yet to come.

The enemy, so far, had fallen in all the traps set for him but it had not sent forward all its forces yet. In front of the walls of Cal Marat more troops passed the gates into the battlefield to replace those that had been lost. The vampires and wreckers had not entered the fray yet, although the day was coming to a close and the sun was low in the sky. What surprises awaited them?

Commander Trelander had questioned Soren for hours the previous night, and now he could put names on most of their different opponents and their creatures. He needed so much more information from the boy, but it would have to wait; his squire had told him he was sick, the familiar was in no condition to answer any more questions. The physician taking care of him was at a loss, not knowing how to help him.

"Did you send the bird?" he asked Nevit, his aide de camps, too young to have known any battle yet.

"Yes, sir. We've sent six since the battle started."

As the Commander was deep in thought, his officer, Nevit, quietly and obediently stood to attention, waiting for the next order. The return messages from Lord Leto's army stated they would be here in three days, a short time for such a large force, but an eternity for those that had already engaged the fight. Nevit felt the concern that burdened his Commander and chose his words to try to cheer him up.

"The lines are holding well and our losses are few."

"Yes, and that is what worries me. They've captured the Vale and Cal Marat, the fortress in front of us, in a single day, for what we know, an incredible feat. Not one Valean has escaped to tell us what happened and how they did that. There is something very wrong there. That's what makes me wary of the situation. It's too good to be true."

"Will they stop the fight at nightfall?"

"There's no way to know that either. We haven't seen the draks again; they may be waiting for dark to send them against us when our weapons are much less effective to repel them."

"It's a full moon tonight; visibility should be good. The gods are on our side."

"Let's pray for that," said Trelander. "You're lucky; you have not known the Archon's war. Since that time and our victory, no one has dared attack us; now, there are few veterans left among our men. Still, they have stood their ground and fought valiantly. I'm proud of them."

"They did, sir."

"Bring me my horse, Hollis," he called to his squire. "I'll go to the front line on the plain and try to cheer our men during this respite, see with my eyes if they need some reinforcement. You stay here, Nevit, and warn me of any sign of an imminent assault of our enemy."

"Certainly, sir."

The Commander rode a splendid white stallion, standing straight, careful not to show the fatigue of the day, his squire by his side mimicked his noble attitude. The soldiers saluted him as he passed the battlements. They were showing some weariness but holding up well, ready to repel another attack; some had been wounded, wearing bloody bandages but still at their post, the squires and pages were armed and had fought alongside them. Trelander made many stops on the way to talk with many of them, to praise their courage and tenacity. He sometimes recognized the face of a veteran like himself and he shared quick memories of past hardships, he also exchanged words with the younger ones, even the smallest pageboy with a sword and helmet too big for him. He was proud of them all and they knew it. He was a respected and well-liked commander. Coming to visit their ranks with a single squire as an escort also showed them his confidence and fearlessness.

Under the protection of ten soldiers, Trelander went beyond the lines to observe up close the dead bodies of their felled enemies, those strange, fierce, and dangerous creatures that no one had seen before. The trasks and the heartless with others of which he did not know the name, along with the draks and the few humans and vampires that rode them and died together when shot down from the sky.

"Let's go back; I've seen enough," he said after a few minutes, wondering how it was possible that no one knew that such beasts existed and that they were now about to invade their kingdom.

As they returned to the stronghold, his next stop was to visit the wounded soldiers in the field hospital and Soren, kept in a separate room. He comforted the soldiers, stopping again to have a few words with them before moving on to Soren. The poor boy was suffering and delirious, often talking in a language he did not understand. He nonetheless spoke to him, caressing his brow.

"Soren, I want you to know that we found the vampires at the farm and that no one survived. We think that the lord vampire Olgred escaped with Crit, your said brother, and the face stealer you described to us. As you wished, I ordered that the boy be spared when they are found. We are still looking for them. I cannot thank you enough for the information you gave us before the battle, it helped us tremendously and still does. I am so sorry we cannot help you get better and I hope that soon you'll get rid of the vampire's poison and recover." He turned toward the physician, "Do your best and have someone by his side at all times. I want to be informed of any change, for the better or worse."

"Certainly sir, it will be done. He will be well taken care of."

***

Bertram was looking at the sigils on his skin, rubbing at them with a finger. The phenomenon now well-proven, an act of love was enough to have them pass from the boy to the man. The young knight did not really like that, as he had never been fond of magic. He was always wary of what he could not control or did not understand.

"Where did William go?" he asked Lucian.

"I don't know; I was way too busy with you to even notice he was gone." The boy was looking with wonder at the sigils, comparing those on his skin and those on Bertram.

"I saw him leave but he didn't say where or why," said Focker, with the knight's member buried up his chute, now deflating and Focker using his known talent to try to revive it.

Bertram kissed his neck. He was a charming boy and a wonderful lover, and the first boy he had touched since he had met Lucian. The boy did not seem to mind and showed no sign of jealousy. Were boys any different from girls in that matter? He had to say he did not have enough experience with either to come to a conclusion. And what about Leto? Would he mind that William participated in this sex fling? Would he be told? Certainly, the Lord and prince had matters more important to think about.

Focker's efforts were successful and Bertram's rod was now at full mast again. The knight was now giving strong pelvic thrusts and feeling his juices rising. Lucian, rather indifferent, seemed more interested in examining the sigils than anything else at the moment.

Bertram accelerated the tempo, his hands full of the boy's supple flesh. Focker was rubbing his erect cocklet on Lucian's thigh. They came together with a small cry of contentment that finally drew the attention of Lucian, who, with a finger, picked up one of the droplets emitted by the spent page before putting it in his mouth.

"Do you want to taste him too?" Lucian asked Bertram. "There's one or two more, quite clear and not very tasty yet, nothing like yours."

"No thanks, and let me tell you, yours is no different."

"Why do you keep seeking it then?"

"Because I love you."

"So you say. What are you doing buried to the hilt in Focker's rump and enjoying yourself?"

"Well, it seems I succumbed to your trap but I noticed you were not the last one to take advantage of the situation with William and this pretty one here," replied Bertram, with one hand kneading Focker's generous bum cheeks appreciatively.

"How come we all acted this way," wondered Lucian. "I had never touched William that way before, never thought of it."

"That is strange, as he is a beautiful boy," commented Focker, basking under the young man's caresses and kisses. "For me, I must say this is nothing out of the ordinary. I've shared Leto's bed with many boys, including the prince and some of his visiting guests; it is only natural."

Lucian was not certain it was so, as he replied, "Maybe, but I'm getting a bit jealous now. Can I get some of your attention too, Edwin?"

"Nothing would give me more pleasure," answered the knight disengaging from the page's welcoming bottom. "Sorry, Focker, I have some duties to perform."

With a wide grin, raised eyebrows, and a bit of a chuckle, Focker replied, "I don't mind, I've had my share already. I'll leave you two lovebirds and go see what is going on elsewhere." The page, after using a rag to wipe away the leaking semen dripping from his well-buggered pucker, put on his tunic and sandals, leaving Lucian and Bertram with a "Bye now."

Life for Focker was much better since Rand was gone and Lord Leto was himself again. Before he had good reasons to be afraid all the time, being the victim of Rand's mean pranks and Leto's mood swings, usually for the worse. He prayed with all his heart for his Lord to be victorious, this night, against the Beast. He was lucky that this day was one of freedom with few chores to be done.

Focker wandered over to Tristam's tent, where he heard plenty of laughter. Atol, a dark-skinned page from Belvoir, well known for being ticklish, was on one of the tables, with two boys trying to hold him in place while a third painstakingly put the sigils on him. The atmosphere was joyous with something more. All the boys were naked, with most boys on the tables having their peckers up, as well as those holding the quills. Tristam had some difficulty keeping it all in order. There was a strange mix of craziness, sensuality, and seriousness under that crowded tent. The task at hand was important, the sigils had to be done the right way to be effective, and no one knew what consequences a botched job might bring. Fortunately, Lichan and the Dark Harem boys were there to help him with the book of drawings he had done as a reference, going from table to table with copies made to give to the boys. Lord Leto and the prince were not in sight, and Focker, knowing how this magic worked, had no doubt they were together somewhere doing what all the boys present were about to do as soon as the ink dried.

Perhaps he should do the same, this was the kind of chore he would gladly do all day long, all he needed was the right partner, and he did not think Lord Leto would mind. There was a captain of the Blue Guard that he was rather fond of who came to mind, and he left to see if he was on duty…

***

Somewhere else in a quiet part of the camp beside a traveling dovecote.

Etos was glad to have escaped the painting sessions for the moment. Having recently learned that nothing came easy, he was very doubtful of the success of that experiment. If all it took were to draw a few symbols on one's skin to ensure one's protection or an easy victory, what would stop the enemy or anyone else from doing the same?

As Gravenese's messenger, Etos found the position most interesting, and not only because the man was attractive and agreeable, but also because he did not seem to consider him a simple factotum. Gravenese chatted with him, sharing the content of most of the messages they received, and there were more than he would have ever thought possible, coming from all over the kingdom. Some were of the utmost priority, those concerning Leto's sons or the battle in front of Cal Marat notably, and others, whose subjects were more obscure for him but important. He was regularly taking them to Lord Leto and bringing back answers. One thing that dumbfounded him was the training of the pigeons; they knew where to find the recipient of the note they carried over great distances and where to go when they were sent back. This was magic you could understand.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Gravenese, looking at him pensively.

"I'm thinking of the birds."

"If you want, I could ask the pigeon fancier to tell you how it works and show you how they are trained? Would you like that?"

"I would be very grateful."

"No need to be; I appreciate your company. You're a very handsome boy."

Etos blushed, the man was not the first to compliment him, and after all, he had been chosen as one of Leto's favorites, so this remark should not have had such an effect on him. Gravenese noticed his reaction and was pleased; he liked the boy for his looks, of course, but also his character and earnestness, always trying to do better, to prove himself. He knew it was considered a fault by some of his peers and a subject of mockery, he did not agree. The boy craved adult attention and consideration. Was it coming from his upbringing?

"Why don't you come closer?" asked the knight. The boy complied and the man took him by the hand to sit him on his knees. "Are you comfortable?"

"I am." The child was blushing, even more, his breathing accelerated. It was totally unexpected; he had never seen Gravenese showing any interest in a boy.

"It would seem your own little bird has been awakened somewhat. Do you mind if I take care of it?"

"What about Lord Leto?" asked Etos, looking around to see if anyone was watching.

"I'm quite sure he would agree, we're close friends, he has many other boys and let's not forget Prince William. You should not worry about that." Gravenese's hand slipped under the boy's tunic. "What I know is that your own little bird is needy."

"It is." Sex, for Etos, had always been mostly a means to please and at best, an exciting game. What he experienced at that moment was radically different: it was strongly emotional; it was wonderful. He settled, cradled comfortably against the man's chest.

Gravenese kissed him on his rosy lips, and as the boy opened them, their tongues met and danced together. The man's fingers continued to work on the boy's erect little bird and soon felt the spasms begin. They were followed by a sudden jerk of the child's body and then a calm sigh of contentment. Etos immediately wanted to reciprocate.

"Do you want my mouth or my bottom?" he asked earnestly, in character.

"No need of that; holding you in my arms is enough … for now."

"But I must…"

"No, learn to enjoy the moment; you have nothing to prove to me."

There was silence; Gravenese's hand was still playing in the boy's groin, gently using his fingers to knead his ball sack, stroke his thigh, and push his erect little member downward with a thumb. He was as surprised as the boy. His interest in pages and squires had waned after his marriage and he had become the proud father of six beautiful children. What did this child have to bring him into such a sudden state of desire?

"Is there nothing I can do for you, sir knight?" insisted Etos, feeling inadequate.

"You're right; there is more we can do but not here. We may have some time before nightfall and the confrontation with the Beast. Why don't you go see Tristam and get those magical sigils on your skin while I organize things here and find our replacements? With some luck, all the messages of importance have arrived and been answered already. Hurry up."

The boy hesitated.

"Sir…?"

"Yes? What's the matter?"

"Do you believe in those sigils, in their magic? How can it be so simple?"

"That is quite a valid question, Etos, but Tristam is trustworthy. I suppose that he knows what he is doing and has discussed it with Lord Leto. I can ask them when I come to pick you up in a moment."

Without another word, Etos scampered away, Gravenese watching him, his brows furrowed. What the boy had just said made plenty of sense.

***

Memphis had spent the night with Flint, making love with an earnestness that deepened the bond that joined them and by morning, he had made his decision. There was no way he would let Flint be the subject of the mercenaries' mistreatment, and this would be true for all the pages under his responsibility. They had to escape Belvoir, to ask for an audience with the king so that what Orville had planned that evening never took place. He kissed the boy's dark curls and then shook his soft shoulder gently.

"Wake up, my angel, wake up."

Flint stirred, saying, "What time is it?"

"Too late already with all that needs to be done."

The young boy stretched like a cat.

"Haven't we got enough time for more?" he asked, taking a seductive pose.

"You're playing the devil now, Flint," Memphis was tempted but resisted; they would have all the time they wanted once they were away from Belvoir. "We have an appointment with the king." They needed his protection and the squire had decided that he would be the one to go see King Aluser.

"What do you care about him? Let's escape together. Let's find a boat and follow the river to the sea and go to the isles; there isn't a more beautiful place or more gentle people."

Suddenly there was a lot of noise in the main chamber with raised and panicked voices.

"Let's get dressed and see what this ruckus is about," said Memphis, worried.

Before he had stepped out of bed, the door opened and Lygan entered.

"Hurry up; we must go," he said.

"Go? Where? What's the matter?"

"Lanfer came and left you this message; he also said that all the exits to the town were closed and guarded, even the secret ones, that the mercenaries were searching for us and knew where to look." The boy's beautiful green eyes were misty with tears and fear showed on his face.

"This is impossible," said Memphis as he read the piece of paper. Lanfer was a fellow squire, one of those he had conferred with the previous evening without reaching any real conclusion.

"Someone squealed; there's no other explanation," said Lygan.

"Who could have done that?" said Memphis, as he was reading the message that told the same story only with more details.

"You know very well; he's wanted your position for months."

"He would lose the respect of everyone."

"No one needs to know what he did. He's ready to be the first on the auction block and to be fucked by scores of those mercenaries to play the innocent."

Dressed now, Memphis and Flint followed Lygan to join the others.

The boys were in a panic, not knowing what to do.

"Calm down, everybody. It's clear they don't know exactly where we are; they would be here already. There are many places such as this one, and it will take them some time to find us. Time we'll use to get out of Belvoir."

"How can we do that? All of the exits are closed."

"We can fight our way out," said Swift.

"Against the mercenaries? Without weapons?" said Krytton.

"They may not know all the exits; no one has gone to see for himself. There are two close by. Lygan, can you go check them for us, and be very careful."

"I will." In an instant, he was gone.

"What do we do while waiting for him?" asked Twit.

"Give me a moment to think," replied Memphis at a loss for words. It was too late to seek the help of the squires or anyone else, it should have been done the previous day, and now he could only count on himself and the boys around him. The only solution he could see was to flee the palace by any means. If Lygan did not come back with good news, there was one last alternative, but they would not like it. "We can use the Serpentine."

"Never!" exclaimed Krytton.

"I don't want to die," said Bohfest.

"What is that?" asked Twit, only in Belvoir for a few weeks.

"The sewers," answered Simur.

"Not exactly, it's a river passing under the palace," corrected Memphis.

"But that's where used waters go," said Vouhg.

"That's true; still, it's not quite the same."

Everyone wanted to give his opinion.

"There are things in those waters; everybody knows that, deadly ones," said Krytton.

"You don't know that for sure," said Flint.

"No one wants to go there," said Vouhg.

"And for very good reasons," said Krytton.

"They'll never look for us down there," said Aksel.

"Does it lead outside?" asked Twit.

"It's dark, dirty, creepy, and dangerous. And how would we get there anyway?" said Krytton.

"What other choice do we have? Surrender? Suffer whatever the mercenaries want to do with us?" said Flint.

"Not speaking of the punishment that Orville will deliver upon us for staying in hiding and not doing our chores," said Simur.

"That may be better than to meet what awaits us down there," said Bohfest.

"Stop it, boys!" interrupted Memphis, "I've been there; it's just bad smelling water."

"You've been there? How come?" asked Krytton.

"There was a big storm some months ago, you certainly all remember that. Trees fell; roofs were swept away; people died."

"I remember," said Simur.

A lot of debris created a barrage and stopped the normal flow of the Serpentine. Workers were sent to take it out before the water rose to flood the upper levels. I went with them to help and out of curiosity, I found an access not too far from here. There were boats that we used that day. I see no reason for them to have been taken away; we can use them again. No creatures attacked us; we didn't even see any, except for a few rats. We should be safe and away if we can get down there."

"Are you sure of that?" demanded Krytton.

"As sure as can be. The only problem is getting to it discreetly, there's too many of us."

"Perhaps it won't be necessary, perhaps Lygan has found an unguarded exit," said Aksel.

"Let's hope so," concluded Memphis. "Here he comes."

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Memphis and all the pages assembled in the secret chamber had their eyes fixed on the new arrival.

"The two exits within easy reach are closed and guarded; to pass, we would have to fight," said Lygan, out of breath, having run all the way back to the secret chamber.

"To fight, we would need the help of the squires and others that would join our side; we don't have time for that, and I don't want to risk lives if it can be avoided. Those mercenaries are hardened and ruthless. I'm not even sure we would have a chance that way," reflected Memphis

"Then we must try the Serpentine," said Flint.

"If they are watching the exits, they are certainly doing the same for the Serpentine," said Bohfest, wishing to put an end to that alternative.

"We might be lucky. It is far removed from most people's interests; Orville, himself, would never set foot down there. It's even possible he doesn't know it could be a way out of Belvoir."

"If it's our only chance, we must seize it," said Lygan.

"Speak for yourself," replied Krytton.

"I'm sorry, but I fear there's no time for discussions anymore," intervened Memphis. "Anyway, all twenty of us going there at once would mean attracting unwanted attention and probably getting caught. I'll take Flint and Lygan with me; one or two more if they want to come. The others will disperse and hide. It should be much easier individually or two by two at the most, and I trust you to do that effectively; there is no lack of places for that around here. By the end of the day, I hope I'll have obtained an audience with the king and gained his protection. What do you say?"

"I know the perfect hideout; they'll never find me," said Simur.

"Me too," said Krytton.

"Let's hope it's not the same one," remarked Lygan with a smile, "I'll go with you Memphis, who else wants to come with us?"

"I'll come," said Mitar, a pretty boy with chiseled features and black curls who was usually silent.

"Very well, there's no time to lose. We'll go first, and then you'll disperse and try to find the best hiding places you can … and don't get caught," cautioned Memphis.

"How shall we know we can show ourselves again?" asked Bohfest.

"Wait until tomorrow after the auction. If we're not successful, at least you'll have avoided that," answered Memphis.

"Better that you come back with the king or whoever wants to help us. Otherwise, Orville will punish us severely," said Krytton, resigned.

"Yes, and let's hope they don't catch us; I don't want to think what would happen if they did," said Flint, taking Memphis' hand.

"Let's go," said the squire, "in silence."

"Wait," said Mitar, who went back to his cot and came back with a sling and a pouch containing metal balls.

"Do you know how to use that?" asked Lygan, surprised.

"Better than you would think, I won't let them catch me without a fight!"

"You're right, Mitar, and we might need this if we want to be successful," said Memphis picking up a clanking bundle beside the door. He opened it and distributed short swords to Lygan, Mitar, Flint, and himself. "There's more for those who want them. Let's hope they won't be needed."

"You haven't got a chance if you meet with those mercenaries," snickered Krytton.

"Good luck to you," said Simur.

Then they were gone, hurrying along the dark corridors, taking hidden passageways, listening for any suspicious sound. These abandoned and deserted parts of the palace were now teeming with mercenaries methodically exploring them. They seemed well informed of the location of the secret doors that could lead them to the hiding pages. They were on the hunt and excited by the promise of a good catch. It was probable that those that fell into their hands would not have to wait until the auction to be used and abused.

Almost spotted on two occasions, Memphis and his companions narrowly avoided a confrontation using their youthful agility and speed: the reigning darkness in these parts and the loud mercenaries helping greatly.

"We're almost there; the access to the stairs is just beyond this archway. Wait here, I'll go have a look," said Memphis, leaving the three younger boys behind.

As he came closer, he felt misgivings take hold of him. He saw some light ahead and heard the distant sound of voices. There were guards at the entrance; it could not be otherwise.

Memphis was right; as he sent a glance beyond the archway, he could see two men bathed by the light of torches set in the wall, only two but enough to make their passage impossible. He did not dare take the risk of having one of the boys injured or killed; certainly, not Flint and he could not do it alone.

"Can we go?" asked Flint when he saw him come back.

"No, there's two men guarding the access."

"Shall we fight them?" asked Lygan without enthusiasm, tightening his hand's grip around his sword pommel.

"No, we can't do that; we're no match for them."

"We could try something else," said Flint.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Lygan.

"I could show myself, have them run after me. They'll never catch me and you could pass through once they're gone," suggested Flint.

"That's a neat idea," said Lygan appreciatively while it displeased Memphis enormously.

"Yes, it's a good one, but I got an even better one," said the usually silent Mital with assurance.

"Tell us," replied the squire, now ready to accept anything to avoid endangering or becoming separated from Flint.

"With this, I can take them out easily." The boy was holding his sling, it was certainly not a child's toy, but Memphis doubted it would be enough to stop the mercenaries, notwithstanding it supposed the boy did not miss.

"Are you sure?" he asked, thinking that if only one was incapacitated, he might be able to manage the other: he was good with a sword.

"Well, I never hit a man before," said Mital, suddenly less affirmative, "but animals are no easier targets."

"How close to them do you need to be? They're about thirty/forty feet away from the archway."

"That's no problem; I can reload fast. They're not gonna see it coming."

"Will it kill them?" asked Flint, uneasy with the idea.

"That's the point, isn't it?" replied Mital.

"Unfortunately, that would be for the best; you're right," agreed Memphis.

"Let's hope we're not caught after that," added Lygan.

Memphis was more and more convinced it was the best thing they could do if they wanted to escape Belvoir. If Mital missed one of his targets, he could run back to them. They would stay hidden behind the archway and wait for the unsuspecting mercenary. The surprise effect would help them dispatch him easily.

"What if there's more of them you haven't seen?" asked Flint, realizing what was at stake and finding the idea of killing them less appealing.

"That's a risk we must take," answered the squire.

"If they're here to fight for the king, is it a good idea to kill two of them?" Lygan asked again.

Memphis had no valid answer to that question, it seemed the longer they waited, the more reasons to turn back they could find.

"I don't know. We must escape; the others are counting on us; we have no choice. Mital, you do your best. If one of them comes for you and you miss, bring him to us. I'll take care of him. Let's move on, now."

In silence, they reached the archway connecting with the corridor where the two men were waiting. Mital passed his head, observing with attention the distance and their position. Then he placed two metal balls in the leather sling. His moves were fluid and precise. It was clear he had not been bragging when he had said he knew to use it. He looked surprisingly calm in such a situation.

Suddenly, he stepped into the dark corridor, where he would be barely visible to his two targets. If they noticed anything, it would be the hissing of the twirling sling in his hand. He let go and without waiting to see if he had been successful, he immediately reloaded. When he raised his head, he saw that one of the men was down and the other was running at him in an eerie silence. Without flinching, he twirled the sling again, letting go at the last moment. The two metal balls hit the bearded man right in the middle of his forehead. He showed surprise, let go of his axe, and fell back, not two feet from the boy.

Memphis was stunned, as well as Lygan and Flint. Their view of the silent and solitary child drastically changed from that moment.

"Bravo, Mital!" was all Memphis could say as he stepped beside him and looked at the man on the ground. In the gloom, he could vaguely discern two small holes trickling blood on the man's forehead.

"Do we leave him here?" asked Lygan.

"No, help me pull him out of sight, boys," answered Memphis, "better no one notices them if they come this way."

With some effort, all four of them pulled the heavy mercenary all the way to the second body then through the door before pushing him down the steep stairs that led to the Serpentine. They heard his body hitting the stone steps and then a splash.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," said Mital, who had shown extraordinary self-control so far, way beyond his years. "I killed that man."

"You had no choice; we are very grateful for what you did," said Lygan holding him, one arm around his shoulders."

"Let's do the same with the other and take the torches; we will have need of them," said Memphis, all business.

The second man was much lighter and not much older than Memphis, who had tried to avoid looking at his youthful face. Moving him would be much easier. The only problem was that he was not there anymore."

"He's gone!" exclaimed Flint.

"I missed him; he'll bring back reinforcements," said Mital, strangely comforted. Killing was not to his liking after all.

"Let's hurry then; we have no time to lose and must be as far away from here as possible when they arrive," said Memphis, taking a torch and handing another to Mital. "I'll lead the way. Watch your steps, those stairs are old and in disrepair."

In silence, they went down, reaching the dark waters of the Serpentine in a few moments. There were a pontoon and four boats awaiting them.

"What's that smell?" asked Flint, putting his hand to his nose.

"The sewers," answered Memphis, already untying the ropes to three of the boats and releasing them to the fast current. "One is enough for the four of us; get in."

"I don't know how to swim," said Mital, pausing.

"Nobody's perfect, and don't worry, I do. The plan is not to go in the water but in the boat. Come on." The squire gently brought the younger boy forward, helping him to get in the boat safely.

With the boys in the boat, two holding torches and one a paddle, Memphis asked, "All set, let's go!" while not waiting for an answer, he quickly untied the boat when it abruptly launched into the fast-moving waterway, rocking the boys in their seats. They did not need paddles.

With wide eyes and white knuckles, Mital had a firm grasp on the gunwale with one hand while trying to hold the torch steady with his other hand. He stayed silent and fearful. The other boys, clearly apprehensive, held on as the water whisked them into the unknown.

"How far to the exit? Where is it?" shouted Lygan over the roar of the water echoing off the stone walls.

Memphis shouted back, "I don't really know, as far as the great river Soon, I would say."

"You don't know?" said Flint, "That's halfway across town."

"There may be a few exits before that; I didn't go very far the last time."

"At least we're moving fast. We'll be away from Belvoir long before they can try anything to stop us," said Lygan.

"What if there's some kind of gate stopping us somewhere?" asked Mital.

"Why would there be such a thing?" said Flint.

"To keep people in or avoid trespassers," said Mital.

"We'll see to it once we get there. I see no reason for one; we're in Soonlure after all," answered Memphis, using his paddle to keep the boat away from the tunnel walls.

"In fact, you don't really know where we're going. The tunnel's getting narrower," remarked Lygan, which caused the water to move even faster.

"Yes, I know, it's just that I'm not aware of all the details."

"Let's hope we don't get stuck; we won't be able to go back against this current."

Memphis was starting to regret his choice of the Serpentine after all he had heard from the boys. Had he done the right thing? He had never navigated the underground river, mostly staying on the pontoon and hearing what the workers said. They had definitely talked of an exit. He had seen them take the same route; there had to be a way out.

"Light ahead!" he suddenly exclaimed with a large smile. He may have made the right choice after all.

The tunnel dumped them into a large round cistern, and looking up, Memphis saw the light coming from an aperture situated high in the ceiling. There were rungs set in the wall to get there and looking downward, he froze. On the iron rusted platform at the bottom, he saw it, the stranded body of the mercenary with two river dragons of a size he had never seen, easily three or four feet long, their elongated jaws, furrowing and tearing the body apart. As they approached, a third came out of the water to join in the carnage. Rats that wanted to join in the fray stayed away; they were probably the usual main course of these creatures.

"So, there really are monsters down here. Let's keep away from them," said Lygan. The boys were familiar with river dragons, but those they knew were less than a foot long and more of an annoyance than anything else; they could bite if you were not careful, nothing more. These could probably kill you.

"Do you think they could sink the boat?" asked a very frightened Mital.

"No, I don't think so," answered Memphis, who was not so sure of that. "Anyway, it's better to stay clear of them. We'll take the next exit. What did I tell you; there are exits all the way to the river. We just need to find the right one."

"Look ahead, there's a bifurcation," announced Flint. "Do we go right or left?"

"It doesn't matter; both should take us to an exit; steer left," affirmed Memphis. He was not about to show the boys his rising doubts as to the end of their adventure.

***

Melchior and Rand entered the city disguised as merchants and driving a wagon where they had concealed, besides other things, the boy's plaything, Stephan, and the Archon stone catalyst still simply called "Boy." Their escort was both preceding and following them at a distance, as they were high on the king's wanted list and well known in Soonlure. Melchior had dyed his hair white and he changed his features somewhat, the color of his eyes, the line of his jaw. Traveling with the shorthaired boy, Rand, he was not likely to attract attention. The checkpoint at the south gate was not as tight as one would expect in times of war, a welcome surprise for the small man that bode well for what was to come. If all went according to plan, the city could be theirs shortly and King Aluser would be dead.

Orville was awaiting them in a secondary courtyard of the palace. Belvoir was a very quiet place after the bustling activity it had known during Leto's stay. A noticeable difference for a well-advised person was that the regular guards had mostly disappeared, replaced in great numbers by more exotic uniformed sentries. Melchior would have a word with the chamberlain about that. He did not want outsiders to notice any changes. The king had spies like everybody else, and it was imperative that everything appeared normal with business conducted in the usual manner.

"Welcome, Melchior, I did not expect you so soon, but I'm delighted to see you."

"Good of you Orville, as you well know, we had to change our plans drastically."

"But all for the best concerning yourself, my friend. You'll be able to see the fall of Soonlure and the death of King Aluser. Isn't that better than being with the army or being the factotum of Lord Leto? "

"Certainly, there will be some satisfaction in that. We have some precious cargo in the wagon, have it discharged discreetly and brought to our apartments. Where is the regular guard?"

"I feared it was not as loyal as required and had it retained in its quarters except for those I was sure I could count on. The mercenaries are replacing most of the regulars."

"Why do I see so many of them? What do you fear?" Melchior was suspicious that something was wrong, giving him a detestable feeling.

"Fear? Nothing of the sort. We had a problem with the squire, and pages overseer, Memphis. Our men are looking for him and the boys he took with him, that should be resolved within the day."

"You'll have to explain that to me, but first, I want to know if there is any news from our friends?"

"Yes, they should arrive on schedule."

"Very well, I shall refresh myself and settle in my rooms; then we will meet again. Make sure my men have the best accommodations."

"Of course, Belvoir Palace is yours after all."

"Who were those friends you were talking about? Who are you expecting, my father?" asked Rand as they neared their apartments escorted by two mercenaries and four pages.

"No, not your father; no one that you would know, in fact. Don't you want me to keep a few surprises for you?"

"Well, if they are good, why not. Still, I'm curious."

"As you ought to be, my dear boy. I'll think about telling you, but later and in private. For now, all I want is to rest and take a good bath, after that, I need to spend some time with Boy. What about you?"

"About the same I would say. I don't know yet if I'll wait for Stephan or go look for some other entertainment."

"Ah, the prerogative of youth and its endless energy. Are you tempted by what you see?" Melchior had not missed the lingering glances Rand sent to the pages preceding them.

"I am always attracted by novelty."

"Pick one or two if you want, they wear the red; they're here to serve you the way you want. Don't do anything too extreme though, wait for me to settle that with Orville first. We don't want any incident to compromise our stay and objectives."

"Very well, I can contend myself with Stephan for this evening; we've been traveling all day. I'll ask their names and play with them tomorrow."

"Truly, Rand, I would have loved to have you as my son. When we are successful, you'll have a place of choice by my side."

"Maybe you could adopt me?

"What an interesting idea, that could certainly be done. What would your father say?"

"Do we have to ask?"

"Of course not, you're right. Who knows, he might not even survive the next few days. Would you miss him?"

"Not in the least, as you've seen, he is not the most loving father one could wish for."

"I must recognize he is quite despicable, which makes him interesting and useful from my point of view."

"He is certainly greedy and capable; he helped you escape."

"He did, but who cares, as long as you're pleased."

After leaving Rand, Melchior had enjoyed his bath then spent some time with Boy, dinner was upcoming, but first, he wanted to have a word with Orville. They met in his office, away from prying ears.

"You're hiding something from me, Orville. What is it?"

"Nothing of importance, Melchior; it's being taken care of this moment."

"Stop beating around the bush. Spit it out, and be done with it."

"We're almost up to one thousand mercenaries in Belvoir. Besides having to feed them, we've had some problems with their drinking and their behavior with the servant boys and girls."

"That is to be expected."

"Yes, the page and squire overseer, Memphis, revolted and tried to hide some of the pages from me, from them, saying they were not properly treated."

"Who cares?"

"Exactly what I told him and to put the nail in, I announced that all the pages and squires, as well as the maids, would be put up on auction this evening, with no exceptions. I wanted to please our men and end the debate."

"I might have treated the situation the same way."

"One of the squires wanted Memphis' position and informed me where to find him and the missing pages and that they planned to escape Belvoir to seek help elsewhere."

"Where to?"

"It wasn't clear; the most probable was for them to hurry down south and ask their parents. From the beginning, I've made it quite clear that the mercenaries were here at the demand of the king to help in the war effort. They have no reason to seek support there."

"Good, well done. So, you have them now. What do you plan to do with them?"

"Yes, we caught most of them, but a handful was able to reach the Serpentine."

"The Serpentine, what is that?"

"Sewers, running underground."

"And?"

"They killed one of our men and found a boat."

"So, what you're telling me is that they, indeed, escaped," Melchior had adopted an icy tone.

"Well, not exactly. It's much more probable that they got lost down there with no way out. It's a true labyrinth of canals with most of the exits locked. They may never be seen again."

"That would be for the best. If word of the mercenaries' presence here reached the wrong ears only days before our coup, it would be a disastrous blow to our plans."

"That's very unlikely."

"But you don't know."

"I have activated our entire network, everywhere in town and in the king's palace. They have the order to eliminate them on sight."

"Will that be enough?"

"It should."

"I'll leave you the benefit of the doubt, for now. You had better not fail me on that. What will you do with the pages you recovered?"

"They'll be put on the auction block, like the others."

"You are way too lenient, Orville. You must make an example of them. I'll have Rand have a look at them, see if he wants to pick one or two as his playthings. Have the others executed before the auction. That will teach the others to comply with our rules. Ask the mercenaries to do it; that should make for good entertainment too. I'll gladly be present to watch it with Rand."

"As you wish Melchior, but we're short on boys at the moment. We have to think of the next days; bored mercenaries are never a good thing."

"How many did you catch?"

"Seven so far, we think there are about ten more still hiding in the palace."

"Those numbers won't make a difference, and with some luck, we might get into action sooner than you think. Execute the seven you got, minus the ones Rand would keep for himself; we'll decide on the others later. I'm getting hungry. Let's have dinner to better appreciate the show this evening."

"I'll give the orders to have everything set up along your wishes. You'll be called shortly when dinner's ready."

***

Hours had gone by since Memphis and the pages had left the pontoon, and it was not their pursuers that worried him: they were lost, something he had difficulty accepting. There were obviously codes along the way to navigate the Serpentine safely, codes that he did not know. After the first bifurcation, they met many more going right or left without rhyme or reason. He was starting to doubt his idea that they just had to follow the current and that it would take them straight to the river Soon and freedom.

The water carried all sorts of debris that he did not want to think about, and now, the current had come to a crawl, to the point that they had to paddle to simply keep moving forward. Then there were the smells and the river dragons. The stench could be almost suffocating in some parts, absent in others. The dragons were of the usual size most times, when spotted, but there were also gigantic ones and the boys jumped when they heard a big splash or saw one nearby.

It was all becoming a nightmare.

They passed three more exits. The first they could not reach, most of the rungs in the wall were missing, two others they found locked, and Memphis was unable to force them open with his sword. He had heard voices, and since they certainly were far away from Belvoir by now, he had thought of calling for help. No words had left his mouth. If Orville had told the king they had killed the mercenary meant to be at his service, the people would consider them criminals, and he did not doubt Orville had blackened the table: you could count on him for that. He concluded that all his plans were now reduced to nothing, even if they ever got out of this jumble of canals, that is.

"I'm hungry," said Flint.

"How can you be? I'd rather puke with that stench," replied Lygan.

"Yes, I feel knots in my stomach, thinking of those creatures in the water. I'm sure they could easily sink the boat. Let's hope THEY are not too hungry." Mital was still holding tight the gunwale, his torch sputtering: they needed to find a replacement, and soon.

"I trust Memphis; he'll get us out of here. He's never let me down," said Flint, taking the teenager's hand.

"I would say that's puppy love talking. I think we're in deep shit, in all sense of the term, if you see what I mean," said Lygan.

"I'm sorry boys, to have led you into this. It has not been as simple as I thought, but we'll find a way out sooner or later; it can't be otherwise." Memphis had to give them some hope even if he, himself, was starting to feel his anxiety rising.

"Better sooner then. I would not like to be still down there when night falls," said Lygan.

"Why, what change would it make? We're in the dark already," said Flint.

"Don't know, just a bad hunch I have."

"Light ahead," shouted Mital, his voice suddenly full of hope.

"Current is back too; let's hurry and see what's ahead." Memphis and Flint redoubled their efforts with the paddles.

They finally came into sight of an exit, and this time it was not up in the ceiling; it was facing them. There was no doubt they had reached the river and as they got closer, through a rusted iron grille sealed into the walls seven feet wide and as many in height, beyond which they could see boats sailing and the unmistakable sounds of the city harbor.

"The bars are too close for us to pass through," said Lygan trying to get his head between them, "we'll have to go back."

"Wait, it looks old and the walls are crumbling; we can try to force a passage, hold the boat in place," ordered Memphis. He was not ready to give up yet.

Memphis took out his sword and tested the bars to see if they could break, then attacked the wall at the grille anchor points. As he hoped, the stones were in bad shape and crumbling under his blows.

"It's working," said Flint.

"Yes, but it will take hours if not days to unseal it," remarked Lygan, sadly.

Flint let his gaze wander before fixing it on the dark water running through the grid, "Do you think it goes to the bottom?"

"What?" asked Memphis, resting his arm and looking at what he had accomplished.

"The grille, do you think it goes all the way down?"

"It should."

"What if it doesn't? We could swim under it."

"I don't know how to swim," said Mital, who had lost his enthusiasm.

"That's something that's worth checking," said Memphis, in turn looking at the dark water under the boat.

"How deep do you think it could be?" asked Flint.

"No idea and don't count on me to go look," said Lygan.

"I'll do it, wait for me, I won't be long," said Memphis before plunging in, still holding his sword.

The sound echoed with more splashes coming from behind them down the dark canal.

"Memphis!" shouted Flint, but it was too late. He had already disappeared under the water, still holding his sword.

He was back less than a minute later.

"Get back in," shouted Flint, "river dragons, we heard them."

"Careful," exclaimed in turn Mital, as the squire hurried to climb back in the boat, rocking it noticeably.

"You were right, Flint, there's a passage under the grille," said Memphis, catching his breath, "We can make it."

"I can't swim," repeated Mital.

"There's river dragons," said Lygan.

It appeared Memphis was not quite yet out of his problems.

***

Night had fallen. Lord Leto and Prince William entered the cage. It was large, twenty-four feet in diameter and made of the best steel the kingdom could provide. Its bars were close enough to stop the Beast but wide enough to let William slip out in case of need. They did everything possible to ensure that the Beast could not escape it. They positioned knights all around, armed with blunted poles that they would use to push it away and prevent the creature from getting near the cage door and bars to try to break free. Was it strong enough for such a feat? They did not know, but Tristam did not want to take any chances. It was meant to stay in the cage with no possibility of killing or eating any boy but William.

The love that the boy and the lord shared, charged with magic, was to prevent that from happening and force Leto to find the strength to regain his appearance before the night was over, thus vanquishing the curse.

Of course, the best would be for the Beast never to take form this full moon. Unfortunately, the sigils on Leto's skin were probably not powerful enough for that. Gravenese was among those who questioned their value when they had met earlier and the Magus had answered him.

Symbols had been used for centuries to convey magic and not by the enemy alone. However, more than complex sigils or combinations of them were required for any magic to be effective. Melchior, with suffering children as catalysts, used the Archon stone to store the magical energy induced by them. Tristam, after studying the alien sigils and adding some of his own, had used his vast knowledge to change and amplify their use and effect. Love, not pain was the vector now and the energy was not stored in a stone but in the catalyst's body itself. There was more; they were not drawn with any ink. This one had special properties that the magus had crafted during the last days. What appeared simple and easy was the result of years and years of study and practice.

Tristam hoped the symbols would help to weaken the Beast and protect William from some of its attacks. Although they expected the boy's suffering would be a major factor in helping Leto win the tug of war that was to take place between him and the Beast.

Everything was in place; all they could do was wait. The night was clear and the moon was high in the sky. Hours passed with nothing happening. It was a strange scene. Leto and William seated side by side in the middle of the cage, the knights standing all around, immobile and waiting, pole in hand. Tristam, pacing nervously, exchanged a word or two with them from time to time. They knew that in the tents all over the encampment, another kind of magic was taking place. Pages and squires were making love with their chosen man and the sigils on their skin were dancing and passing from the one to the other.

Suddenly, Tristam stopped pacing and stood with a thoughtful expression. Could there be a connection between that and the Beast's non-appearance?

"Lichan," he called, knowing that the boy, contrary to his orders to stay away, was hidden close by, "bring Lucian, Focker, Etos, Hobb and the twins and whatever boys not serving a man that you encounter on your way."

"What is it?" questioned Leto, standing up.

"I just had an idea, probably a stupid one, but we have nothing to lose."

"Tell me."

"I want you to make love with William and all the boys I called will join you by choosing one of the knights present."

"Here and now?" asked Leto.

"In front of everyone?" let slip Bertram.

"Yes, I just have a hunch, all around us, boys and men, are pleasuring each other, and the sigils are activated and exerting their power. I never thought, my lord, that, alone, those on your skin would be potent enough to prevent the Beast from appearing. Still, it is close to midnight now and we haven't seen any sign of it so far, so, I now believe the coupling of boys and men might affect the power of the curse. As crazy as it may sound, that's a possibility that we should consider."

"A peculiar idea, but I'm all for it," said Tamerlane.

"If the boy is paired with someone he truly loves and if the love is reciprocal, it should be even more potent," said Tristam, as the boys entered, "I don't have to tell you who to choose.

Except for Bertram, there was little embarrassment, perhaps only some awkwardness. Lucian, shedding off his tunic, went to Bertram. Etos, without hesitation, went to Gravenese. Lichan, to Tristam, Focker to the captain of the Blue Guard he had entertained earlier, the twins to Tamerlane as one, and Hobb chose a young and pleasant knight whose name he did not know. Two more boys followed, who found a welcome match among the remaining knights.

"And now let's proceed," announced Tristam, himself intimidated by the scene he had put in motion. "Those of you without a boy in your arms, stand watch and warn us if the Beast finally shows itself. I fear we may be too taken with our boys to be aware of it in time.

The knights had to take off some of their armor to be able to honor the naked boys, as they should. The preliminaries were short, the sexual energy palpable in the air, liberating them from any shame or restraints and giving free rein to their desires. The sounds of flesh against flesh soon replaced the ones of kissing and then the moans of pleasure between men and boys as the pelvic thrusts met with the firm mounds of the lads' bums.

Leto and William in the center of the cage clearly did not mind being the center of attention in such circumstances. Their loving embrace was tender and passionate. A slight hum and glow enveloped them: their magic was strong indeed. Their moves were well coordinated; they both perfectly knew their needs and wants after the intense practice of the last days and weeks.

Bertram, as could be expected had taken Lucian away from the others to the most shadowy place he could find. Despite this, for him, hostile environment and with the help of the much more wanton Lucian, he was able to overcome his shyness in no time and showed the boy his prowess at love in a very sexual way.

For Etos and Gravenese, it was different. Their mutual attraction was new and unexpected, and it needed a round of exploration first. The first contacts were tentative but determined. The man needed to reminisce his young years when boys were his usual fare. It did not take long. Etos, for his part, had no such requirements. His rear end, since he became Leto's favorite, was able to satisfy any man. The difference lay in the strange new feelings that filled him with joy and added gravity to the act, it was of a different nature and greater than when he was taking pleasure at servicing his lord. Maybe he was discovering the privilege of true love.

Hobb was an adventurous boy. Despite the hardships of a life spent for many years in the whorehouses of different cities and at the disposal of men and sometimes women, sex, for him, was still a way to enjoy life. Now, he had the added advantage of being able to choose who to practice it with, a big difference. The knight he decided to share his talents with welcomed him with open arms. To find mutual pleasure without a tomorrow was all those two would seek, but who knows?

"You have been chosen by the twins, Tamerlane, be gentle with them. They have known only boys until now; you will be their first man," said Hobb to the surprised knight leaving the lean and gracious boys with him. It was unexpected indeed, but Tamerlane was not of the kind to ask questions when a favorable situation arose. He opened his arms wide, embracing the two delectable lads and showed them all the attention and care they deserved. He could appear to some impetuous, harsh, even severe, but in this instance, he showed patience and genuine kindness. He treated the boys as his equals, their needs and enjoyment taking precedence over his own. His lovemaking was known to be boisterous and energetic, not this time, he needed to tame and reassure his young partners before giving way to its true nature and he succeeded perfectly. Silla and Estam shared his bed most nights, so two was the right number for him, and he was soon able to show his prowess with Atlan and Betan.

Tristam, who had tried to moderate his enjoyment of Lichan, in an effort to keep an eye on Leto and William, had difficulty doing so with the boy's enthusiasm and his own yearnings finally sweeping him away.

It seemed a strong dose of lunacy had taken hold of them all as the orgiastic scene developed and it did not stop at the first emissions of seed; the lovers were tireless and passionate. The sigils on their skin were dancing, magic was at work, certainly, but the night was far from over. Would it be strong enough to stop the curse?

Chapter Thirty

Tael, with a predatory smirk, was stalking Levit, who had been sent alone to fetch water. At last, the occasion he had been waiting for since they had separated from Princess Alina was here, just when they were about to reach their destination, Cal Marat.

Astar and Safir were preparing dinner. Sandor was quietly talking with Losfend.

With stealth and speed, he was on the move, his hardened member ready. He could not linger too long, it had to be a fast and intense fuck, which would be enough for now to satisfy his twisted mind and misplaced need for revenge.

As he was almost upon his prey, the boy turned around and saw him.

"Tael…"

The wizard's hand quickly clapped over his mouth, cutting off any other word or sound.

"Got you," said Tael. Although in a hurry, by fear of being discovered or because the prolonged boy's absence could bring questions, he took a moment to enjoy the fear and realization that appeared on the pretty child's face. "You're going to be mine, Levit el. The only regret I have is that you'll have no memory of it and that Sandor lev will never know it happened unless I tell him. Both would have brought me even greater satisfaction."

The boy was now a puppet in his hands, unable to cry for help or resist the assault but still very much aware of Tael's actions. He was going to be raped!

"Noooo…" he was able to whisper.

"How can you speak!" said Tael surprised, "You're a strong boy, few can resist the magic, all the better. It will be more fun."

The wizard harshly pushed the young boy against a tree, pulling down his stockings and exposing his rounded and firm bum cheeks. He slapped them with one hand, liking the sound it made before pulling out his leaking rod. He was about to push it in when he heard the characteristic sound of riders coming their way.

Tael was gone before they were in sight, enraged by the missed opportunity and leaving Levit alone and confused without any memory of what had just taken place. The boy was pulling up his stockings that had mysteriously fallen to his knees when he faced the riders crossing the shallow river.

They were soldiers, ten of them and on their guard.

"Boy, what are you doing here alone? Who are you?" asked one of them.

"I came to fetch water; I am not alone," answered Levit with one hand close to the short sword by his side. "I am Levit el of the Takur. I travel with Sandor lev of the Torsend, captain of the guard, at the service of Princess Alina of Destiny."

"Those are Valean names."

"Yes, we crossed the mountains."

The soldier laughed."In your dreams. No one can cross those mountains. Take me to that captain of yours."

"No need for that, I am here," said Sandor, accompanied by Astar, Safir, and Losfend. Tael was not far behind. The riders had made enough noise to be heard from the camp and bring them all.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" asked the soldier, looking with suspicion at the strange group of foreigners.

"We are looking for Lord Leto of Westerfield. Princess Alina sent us to help him in the fight against the Alliance."

The soldier replied with condescending amusement as he chortled, "The five of you? Well seven now." Tael's pages, Berolt and Aeri had appeared by the wizard. "And four of them boys. What makes you think you could be of any help?"

Sandor decided to put a stop to this mockery, raising his voice in an authoritative manner, "This will be for your lord to decide. One should not always trust appearances. Take us to him. We were told he was not far. You'll be rewarded, he should be expecting us."

"Even if I wanted, I could not do that." The man was not as assured as before. "We are not expecting Lord Leto's troops before three days, at least. I can have one of my men escort you to Commander Trelander; he'll decide what to do with you. We are searching for fugitives, have you met with anyone today?"

"No, we have not. Who are you looking for?"

The soldier hesitated before answering.

"That is none of your concern." The man was looking at them suspiciously, "Now that I think of it, it would probably be better that we all escort you back to Cal Marat and I ask you to give us your weapons. It should not be a problem if you are who you say you are."

They were tracking the creature, the so-called vampire called Olgred and another one that they were told could take any appearance and features at will. Who were these foreigners? What was that impossible tale? They were dressed as Valeans, certainly, but they could also be wolves in sheep clothing. He could not let them go as they pleased.

"You have nothing to fear from us and we can certainly give you our weapons, but let me tell you it is completely unnecessary. If we wanted, you would all be dead before you had time to draw your swords. Show them Lofsend el."

The boy stepped forward. His powers had grown spectacularly during these last days. He stretched one hand and a ball of fire appeared. It was intense and you could feel the heat more than ten feet away. The ball left the boy's hand to hover in front of the riders whose horses started to panic.

"What is that? Stop it," said the soldier with a voice lacking assurance.

"That's enough Lofsend el, good work. I think the message has been well received." The ball of fire suddenly disappeared as if it had never existed and Losfend did not show any sign of exhaustion that had previously followed his use of magic. "You know my name, soldier," continued Sandor, "but I haven't heard yours."

"I am Sergeant Madani," answered the man, obviously convinced by their demonstration of force. "Please excuse and forget my inappropriate demand."

"I am not offended. We are here to help you and defeat the Alliance, claim back the Vale, and free its inhabitants of the invaders. I would appreciate being treated with respect."

"You must understand that we are ourselves under attack and must show some caution."

"You were right to be cautious and suspicious. Now take us to your commander. Again, he must be expecting us."

As they arrived near Cal Marat they could hear the clamor of battle, another assault was taking place.

"The fight started this morning," said Madani, "and as far as I know they have not been able to breach our defenses."

Two soldiers had been sent ahead to warn of their arrival. Nevit, Trelander's aide de camps was waiting for them at the gate of the stronghold.

"The commander told me to bring you to him right away; we were forewarned of your arrival. You can understand he won't have much time for you at the moment."

A fight was raging on the plain below with the enemy gaining ground. For the first time they had almost reached the fortifications. A few draks were flying high above, careful to avoid the now dreaded bolts of the war machines installed at different points. They were not directly participating in the attack but rather gathering information thought Sandor.

"How many men do you have here to stop the Alliance," asked Sandor, surprised they had not already been overwhelmed, already having seen so many battles lost by the Valeans.

Nevit did not answer right away, wondering if he should trust the newcomers. Still watching the draks flying high above their lines, he decided that all he was about to say was already well known by the enemy.

"There must be a little over eight thousand men and boys fighting. People from all over are joining us every day. Leto's army should be with us in two to three days now. We must hold out until they arrive."

"If you do, it will be a real feat. We, Valeans, have been defeated again and again and were never able to contain the enemy."

"So far they have only sent their creatures against us. It seems they are still testing us, the commander thinks the worst is yet to come, perhaps tonight."

"He might be right."

Trelander was at his command post behind the battlements, field glass in hand, using different ways to communicate with the troops on the ground: he was surrounded by many boys using flags of different colors to give orders or were sent below as messengers if necessary.

"I was warned of your coming," he said without any welcoming sentence, still one eye on the action on the plain. "As you see we are under heavy pressure from the enemy. What can you do to help us? That's what you were sent here for?" He did not digress and went straight to the point.

"Yes, let me present you the wizard Tael. He defected from the Alliance and accepted to put his skills at the service of Princess Alina. I am Captain Sandor and I have a long and painful experience of fighting the Alliance. We will answer all of your questions and use all the means possible to ensure a victory, but let me tell you that those have been few so far and that I am surprised you have not already been defeated. The Alliance's might is beyond all you can imagine.

"Until yesterday, we knew almost nothing of our common enemy and we still have no idea of what happened in the Vale.

"We were taken by surprise. The enemy was everywhere at once. They used magic for that. Then it was defeat after defeat; we were never able to turn the tide or organize our defense, there was never an adequate response, it was a true nightmare, we were slaughtered by the thousands each time."

"This is a dark account you are giving me."

"It is the sad truth."

"I must say that if we had not been warned of what to expect we may not have been that successful ourselves."

"Warned?"

"Yes, by what they call a familiar, a human boy that serves vampires; you must have heard of them. He escaped captivity and I learned many things, thanks to him."

"A familiar, escape? That's impossible! They are totally subjugated to their vampire master. This is unheard of," said Tael.

"But it did happen. Without him, we would have been totally unprepared for the draks. Unfortunately, he is now sick and my physician has no medicine to help him, perhaps you could do something?"

"It's the sumok, a drug that the vampire injects when he draws blood. Familiars can't go without it for long; they can even die from the lack of it. I've seen it happen a few times. I might be able to avoid that and alleviate some of his sufferings."

"Please do. My squire, Hollis, will take you to him."

"Commander!" alerted one of the boys letting go of his flag, "in the sky!"

A group of about ten draks with their riders had assembled and they were going straight for the command post. The reaction was immediate and well prepared. Shields were raised as well as long lances to protect them from any projectiles and keep the creatures at a distance. A war machine armed with bolts, hidden under a tarp, was uncovered. Sandor saw, at once, that it would be ineffective. The draks were coming at them from high in the sky in a steep dive; they would be upon them within a minute. Those not holding a lance or shield were going for their bows or crossbows. They probably would be too late, though. Nothing could stop the assault.

Lofsend and Tael acted immediately. The boy sent several balls of fire to meet the assailants while the wizard recited a spell. Four draks caught fire in flight and plummeted to the ground while the others, continuing on their dive, crashed against an invisible barrier. They all fell just beyond the battlements to the ground below.

It had been swift and effective, Trelander was impressed as well as all those around him and looked at the new arrivals with a fresh esteem, and a welcome elation could be seen on many faces.

As if on cue, the attack on the plain had stopped and the enemy troops were retreating. Cries of victory could be heard coming from the fortifications.

"It seems we are done for now," said Trelander with a new hope in his voice, "I can't tell you how much I appreciate your intervention. Come with me, I want to hear all you have to say. Hollis, take the wizard to Soren and then bring him back to us when he has done whatever he can for him. From what I just saw; I am confident he'll save the boy."

***

King Aluser sent over one hundred soldiers to meet Princess Alina, with a message that he wanted to see her as soon as possible. The private note stated he was unable to leave Soonlure at the moment and his soldiers would escort her the rest of the way. They were one to two days out. Princess Alina felt the urgency and led the way at forced march.

On the road, she saw many troops on the move. They were not going east, to Cal Marat, which would have been logical; they were going to the capital like her or at least in that direction. It was intriguing. There was more going on than she had been told and she was very much looking forward to her meeting with the king.

She missed Losfend, having become fond of the little boy, but her evenings and nights were not lonely. Despite the tiredness of the journey, she found the energy to be entertained by Kervan or some other boy: there was no lack of them. It occupied her mind and helped her sleep. She also watched Hegron closely, and while she made no move on him, she considered him the most beautiful of the boys in her retinue. She was still unsure of what to do with him and of his future. The reasonable thing would be to have him executed. If what Tael said was true, he was a terrible menace for all the kingdoms … for mankind. They needed to avoid the return of the Archons at all cost, and she did not doubt that if she told that story to King Aluser he would not hesitate to end the boy's life in a minute.

From what she had learned in the last days and despite his upbringing, he was a kind and gentle child. Was her weakness for cute boys what saved him? What did he have to offer besides his pretty looks? He was starting to show magic powers and when you considered he was the offspring of an Archon, this was rather worrying. He had some knowledge of the enemy's nature and capabilities. Was that enough? Not in the least. Furthermore, now separated, he was no longer an asset against Tael. Yes, the future looked dire for Hegron.

The entourage stopped by a stream to water the horses and rest, bringing Hegron into Princess Alina's direct view, and as she gazed upon the blond-haired boy, a strange thought surprised her. Was there a likeness between Hegron and Lofsend? She had to be wrong, it could not be. They were both blond and it stopped there. How could they be related? Soon she could think of nothing else. No one knew Losfend's origins. Magic had come to him out of nowhere. Could he be the son of an Archon? Fathered just before they fell facing the army and under the sword of Lord Leto? No, it was impossible and now that she closely studied Hegron's features, the likeness was not really there.

Hegron was now looking at her with a questioning expression as she was trying to dismiss the idea. It had been planted, though, and it was growing as the consequences of such a fact came into light.

***

"No, I want to stay in the boat," said Mitar, who had suddenly lost a few years and spoke like a stubborn little child, "I'm afraid of water."

"I thought you didn't know how to swim," said Lygan, annoyed. What he was worried about were the river dragons.

"Why did you come, then?" asked Flint.

"We were supposed to stay in the boat," answered Mitar.

"You have nothing to fear," repeated Memphis for the umpteenth time. I'll take care of everything. You just have to hold your breath for two minutes at the most and we'll be on the other side. You showed us you were a tough little guy. You can do it again."

"You don't want to stay here all alone," stated Lygan. "That's what will happen if you don't come."

"I don't want to drown. There must be other exits, we just have to look for them," pleaded the boy.

"We don't have time for that, think of our friends at Belvoir, they're counting on us, we have to go, we cannot let them down. We're not half done yet, we still need to go to the king's palace and meet with him.'

"You can leave me here; I'll manage," insisted Mitar.

Memphis exchanged knowledgeable looks with Flint and Lygan during a long silence. He then observed the water around them, searching for signs of the presence of river dragons and found none. The current had receded again and the water was calm. This was the moment.

"Hold your breath," he exclaimed as he grabbed Mitar and plunged with him going as deep and fast as he could to pass under the grid and emerge on the other side with Mitar firmly held in his arms. The boy, before he realized what happened, was coughing water but safe and breathing the outside air. The other two boys joined them and swam fast to the nearest riverbank to avoid any risk that one of the dreaded river dragons had followed them or could also be waiting for fresh meat on this side.

"You almost drowned me," reproached Mitar with an expression that contradicted his words, as he was quite relieved to have left the boat and the Serpentine. He still held to the teen with obvious affection and comfort.

"Hands off," said Flint, reclaiming his property. "He's mine." He said it with humor but also a small layer of jealousy.

"Plenty is no plague," said Memphis who appreciated the attention and gratitude offered and liked both boys.

"We should hurry," said Lygan, its getting late.

"You're right; the palace is quite a distance from the harbor. Let's move."

The four wet boys took to the streets surrounding the harbor trying not to be noticed which was not easy. Fortunately, in this area the streets were small and crowded with people and merchandise of every kind, even more when they approached the Red Quarter where all the sailors came to spend their money. They were not the only children around, far from it, some simply playing, and others trying to make some money by any means available. Many of the boys, with some girls and others looking a bit of both, who stopped men and women just off their boat to sell their charms like in every harbor in the world, it was a flourishing business. As they passed them by, they were sometimes seen as competition and shooed away, which they found quite funny.

Less funny was the unusual number of men in arms they saw, looking very much like those in Belvoir, mercenaries they avoided as much as possible.

They soon arrived in a residential area and as they neared the palace the streets became wider and the people more scarce. Twice, they crossed paths with regular soldier patrols that looked upon them with suspicion and Memphis took the boys inside a small courtyard away from sight.

"Do you think they know what happened at Belvoir? That they are looking for us?" asked Lygan.

"No, they would have stopped us but it could be so when we get to the palace. It is better if I go alone the rest of the way," reasoned Memphis.

"No, we're not leaving you," said Flint.

"I'm the one that killed the mercenary and missed the other one. It's all my fault," said Mitar head down. "We could have reached the palace before anyone knew we had escaped and what happened.

"Don't say that, we're all in this together. If I can talk to the king, I am sure he'll take our side," replied Memphis, one hand on the boy's shoulder to comfort him. "You all stay here and wait for my return."

"Why stop when we've come this far," asked Lygan.

"The closer we get to the palace the easier it will be to spot us," answered Memphis, "and I have no idea how we'll be received there."

"It's a little late to think of that," said Flint. "I don't want to leave you."

"Perhaps we could follow you at a distance, join you if all goes well?" suggested Mital.

"Yes, that's the best way to do it and we can still stay together, kind of," approved Lygan.

"Alright, you win," said Memphis defeated, "I'll go first."

"I'm next," said Flint.

"And me," said Mital.

"That leaves me for last," said Lygan.

As Memphis walked the last mile to the palace, he judged that his method was the right one: no one was taking notice of the squire until he reached the guard post in front of the king's palace. The building was smaller than Belvoir and originally an impregnable fortress but as time passed, it was enlarged and embellished. He was facing the most recent part built less than a century ago that encompassed the main gate, a work of art with its two sculpted doors made of precious metals. It was certainly not made to stop an invading army and was watched by ten guards in parade uniforms.

"Halt," said one of them, "Where do you think you're going like that?"

"I'm Memphis, overseer of the squires and pages of Belvoir; I serve Lord Leto of Westerfield. I have important information for the king. I must see him."

"Who do you say you are?"

Memphis, felt relieved, obviously his name was unknown and probably also the recent events at Belvoir. The most difficult part was still ahead getting an audience with the king or at least one of his counselors. Before he could answer, Flint appeared by his side.

"I'm Memphis and this is Flint, we come from Belvoir. We must talk to the king; terrible things are about to happen because of Orville, the chamberlain, and the mercenaries."

"The mercenaries, what mercenaries?"

Mital was also there now.

"How many of you are there? You're wasting my time, boys, go away," said the man, annoyed.

"No, don't do that, we need to speak with the king!" insisted Memphis, deciding not to leave his place. Lygan had joined them and they stood their ground.

The soldier was rallying the other guards determined to chase them off when an officer alerted by the raised voices appeared.

"What is this ruckus? What do these boys want?"

"They want to see the king, would you believe that. They're talking nonsense, about mercenaries at Belvoir," answered the soldier, mocking the boys.

Against all expectations, the officer said, "Let them pass, I'll take care of them and listen to their story."

Taken aback, the soldier and his friends stood still for a moment before stepping aside to let the boys enter the gate.

"Can't let such pretty ones go without further examination," added the officer, eliciting lecherous smiles from the guards. "Follow me," he told the boys.

Memphis did not intend to let go of this chance even if the man's words were not of the most desired nature, he stepped behind him, imitated by the three others. Once inside, they were ready to use any opportunity to get to the king or anyone in power.

They crossed the main courtyard where all the important visitors met the king in person: it was vast and deserted. The officer guiding them was well accustomed to the palace, the few guards they met stood aside at his sight. Very much like in Belvoir, he took them through a maze of corridors that were at first large and well-decorated but became narrower and with walls made of simple stones as they approached the older fortress.

"Where are you taking us?" asked Memphis, getting worried. It was becoming clear the man was not interested in their charms, as he had said earlier.

"Didn't you say you wanted to meet the king," he answered with calculated irony.

"You mean we are going to see him?" asked Flint with wonder.

"Absolutely."

"Why?" demanded Memphis who had never thought he would really see the king or anyone of importance even after telling his story. "Who are you?"

Before he was answered, they arrived at the fortress at the heart of the palace, it was surrounded by a wide moat, and after they passed the lowered drawbridge, their surroundings became very different. The rugged environment of a stronghold under siege replaced the atmosphere of luxury and opulence. When the outer palace had been nearly empty, this place was crowded with soldiers in arms."

"But," said Memphis, "I thought the army had gone to fight in the Vale."

"You must not always believe what you're told said the officer. Wait for me here," he added, signaling two soldiers to stand watch over them.

They stayed there expectantly and in silence for close to thirty minutes, impressed at the idea of perhaps seeing the king but also concerned they had not been told the truth and were only there to please the soldiery like at Belvoir. After all, the mercenaries had been called to the city by the king.

Finally, their mysterious guide was back and asked them to follow him once again.

They arrived to a well-guarded area that showed, despite the crude walls, some signs of wealth and comfort. They waited, standing in front of a large and impressive double door with two halberdiers holding their axe-blade spears crossed into an X. The boys were experiencing a strong mix of emotions they tried valiantly to control. Their hearts were beating fast, their breathing rapid and shallow. Was it fear? Excitement? Time stood still.

The doors opened, the halberds snapped back, two pages stood holding the doors. The boys stared at the large and impressive room, the walls covered with beautiful tapestries; candle chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, many knights were standing around a large table in the center. One of the pages announced their arrival, and the knights parted, revealing a bearded man with inquisitive blue eyes, dressed regally; standing at the head of the table.

Looking up, he said, "Come forward, boys, and tell me your story," inviting them to join him with a sign of the hand. He then moved to the end of the hall onto a raised platform where he sat on his throne chair.

Memphis and his companions, after a slight hesitation, complied and came to stand before the throne.

The squire started to talk haltingly at first but soon the words flowed without effort, depicting clearly and with some detail, the events that had brought them here and their requests.

"Atral," said the king, "What do you think of that? What news do you have from your brother Tamerlane?"

"The last bird said they were preparing for the confrontation with the Beast and then would hasten to Cal Marat where the battle rages since this morning. As for these boys: their tale confirms all that our informants told us in the last weeks and days, the enemy has allies in our ranks and is preparing a coup. The trap is set; we now have to close it on them once they've revealed themselves."

"There's quite a number of them we already know of."

"Yes, my king, but not all. We must eliminate as many as we can before they can alter our war effort. We were fortunate to pull the strings when Melchior fell and we were able to neutralize many of his spies. With some luck, they have no idea what to expect. "

"Do you think there is anything we can do for those boys at Belvoir?"

"I fear not, again, we must let them think that they'll take us by surprise. We cannot intervene."

Lygan had listened attentively to all that was said, he had not understood everything but enough to speak up, and with one knee to the ground and a bowed head, "King Aluser, you must do something or all our efforts have been in vain. There must be a way."

"Brave child, there is so much at stake, I'll make no promise, perhaps Atral can devise a ploy, but the good of the kingdom comes first. It cannot be otherwise."

"Thank you, my king," said Memphis who knew they could not hope for more. They had done their best; the rest was in the hands of the gods … and the king.

"Boys, my pages will take you to my son's chambers. You will keep him company until this situation is resolved. Perhaps that way he won't need to find new companions among my retinue to help him pass the time." There were smiles all around; the prince's recent escapades were well known among the counsel.

The audience was over and the king had many other matters to discuss in private. Memphis, Lygan, Flint, and Mitar left him to follow the two pages with one last glance at Atral to thank him.

***

Olgred had the human boy in his lap, with his extended canines sunk into the blond child's neck. He was seeping the blood slowly, with Crit by his side drinking the rich fluid from a deep cut Olgred had made in the boy's wrist.

The vampire lord had expected that the Alliance would break the humans' defenses at once, as it had done so many times in the Vale and elsewhere. To his surprise, it had not happened yet. He would simply need to wait, hidden, and show himself when it was done, and then be reunited with his kindred, but for reasons he could not fathom, it seemed it was not to be. They had not put all their might in the battle that he had observed from afar.

Olgred had devised another way to cross the enemy lines. He had cut his hair, killed a soldier, and taken his uniform. He planned to mingle with the defenders and use the confusion to go to the other side. Unfortunately, when he was ready, the battle had prematurely ended after the show of magic and the failed attempt by the draks that he witnessed. It appeared things were going all wrong lately. He had lost his prisoners, his men, and their predicted easy victory had not taken place. Now the humans were using magic!

He stopped drinking. He had to keep the human boy alive some more, he may need sustenance for a few more days, nothing was sure, and he hated that.

"Crit, you've had enough," he said, "come to me."

He let go of the slight body, discarding it without a second thought. The child, depleted of blood, half-unconscious, fell to the ground. Crit took his place.

"Do you want my neck or my rump?" asked the familiar.

"Don't you know me? I want both. There's not much else to do at the moment. Let us pass the time agreeably."

The boy freed the vampire's erect member and got in position, squatting over it, his back was leaning on the man's torso, his head slightly bent and turned for easy access.

The bite was sharp and came at the same time as the penetration. Olgred rode him aggressively, venting his anger at the day's events, trying to lose himself in the exquisite taste of his spiced blood.

Since Soren's betrayal, he was in doubt. Could he trust Crit? What happened that made Soren's rebellion possible? Had Crit been exposed to the same influence? He wondered how he could have thought of taking one of Leto's sons as a familiar. It was now out of the question when his grooming of Soren had failed, a boy that had known servitude from infancy.

Despite the brutality of the man's thrusts, the boy was in ecstasy, the Sumok running through his body. At that moment, his mind was numb to anything else.

"What shall I do with you, Crit?" said the vampire between sips. To have lost the prisoners was already a terrible shame, but for it to happen because of one of his familiars made it even worse. He was thinking of getting rid of him, and not being reminded of it each time his eyes fell on the boy. He could make a clean sweep of it before starting anew. He would acquire a new familiar and try to forget about it all. The only thing that prevented him from making a decision was his attachment to him, like with a pet, a good faithful dog. But what if he turned on you? Bit you, like Soren had done? He still had not made up his mind.

***

Gathered in the grand hall at Belvoir were two hundred boys and lasses. A stage had been installed to present them to the bidders.

Five hundred mercenaries were ready to watch and participate in the proceedings, the atmosphere was joyous among them; strong beverages were flowing and starting to have effects. There would not be enough merchandise for all of them even if they were not all present. Some of them had decided to bid together and later share their gain.

Melchior, after a light supper, had come early with Rand who was impatient to see the condemned boys and make his choice among them. He did not doubt they would soon envy the fate of those that were to die that same evening. They met with Brenkar who was the head of the mercenaries and some of his officers, seated comfortably with a good view on the coming show.

Contrary to many of his men, Brenkar was a learned man with an intelligence that showed in his words and his attitude. He was also respected and feared and did not need to give an order twice.

"Our men are ready for action, how long will it be before the order comes?" he asked.

"Mere days now, certainly," answered Melchior, "I can understand your frustration but we must wait until everything is in place."

"I'm not talking for myself. The men are getting restless and the longer it is, the more risk there is that our plans will be exposed."

"Yes, it could make the coup more difficult. I doubt it would change the outcome, though. That is the reason why we do not attack at once. With the arrival of our friends, our success and victory is assured."

"As long as we get paid, I can approve that."

"You've already been given a handsome amount and you'll have the rest as soon as the king's head rolls. Will you participate in tonight's auction?"

"I have two boys waiting in my chamber. Still, a nice morsel may tempt me. Like everybody, I am bored with the wait. We are men of action."

"Have you decided how you will dispatch the boys that participated in your man's death," asked Rand.

"Yes, but I think it's a waste. They would have fetched good prices and were not among the four responsible," answered Brenkar.

"Perhaps. Still, it should help keep the others in line. There's nothing better than setting a good example," stated Melchior.

"How are they gonna die?" asked Rand again.

"Let's keep it a surprise for now. Don't you like surprises?" returned Brenkar with a smile, one hand playing with his goatee.

"It depends. Can I go fetch those that were promised to me?" The boy could not stay in place, it seemed.

"As soon as Orville gets here, Rand, you must learn patience. What is he doing by the way?" wondered Melchior.

The chamberlain appeared only twenty minutes later and you could read on his face that he was not bringing good news.

"What is it?" asked Melchior.

"A few knights, on their way to Cal Marat to join Leto's army," answered Orville.

"What are they doing here?"

"Fortunately they did not want to stay. They are the vanguard of a larger group, among them the fathers or kin of some of our pages and squires who wish to come and visit them in the next few days. They will pass by Soonlure on their way to war. What should we do?"

"Isn't it unusual?" questioned Melchior while he thought of the consequences. "How many knights and soldiers did they talk of? When are they expected?"

"They did not say. Yes, it is unusual because of the distances mostly, but it has happened before. It is rather logical they want to see their sons before leaving to face the enemy."

"They didn't give you names, of course?"

"No, they did not."

"That makes for two problems. The lesser one, how many in their party, and could they come to the king's aid when we attack? And more importantly, what their reaction will be if we cannot present the boys they've come to see?"

"Why not simply get rid of them when they show up," proposed Rand.

"That could be easy but their troops will be waiting, probably outside the city. That would raise new problems."

"We cannot cancel the auction; we would have a riot among the men," said Orville alarmed.

"Could you discipline your mercenaries, Brencar?" demanded Melchior.

"It could be done, they've just started drinking, but it would not be good for their morale," replied the man.

"Let's split the difference, then. We stay the executions for now and take the noble children off the auction. We'll lecture them and make sure they don't talk too much when their fathers visit. There will be enough boys left to please the men," decided Melchior. Rand was not pleased.

"That seems reasonable," said Brencar. "That leaves all options open until we know what to expect. Once those boys, in fewer numbers, are available again, I would suggest you keep them for my officers who will be more appreciative of them."

"What about me, you promised me one or two. I'm bored with Stefan, I want new toys," pleaded Rand with a wicked grin.

"My boy, you'll have to wait some more for that but I can give you the first pick among the available ones this evening. Orville go with him and see that he can choose one or two before the auction begins."

They could soon see Rand inspecting the pages from where they were seated, having acquired some experience at Trendel, he knew what to look for to find the fittest specimens for his taste.

"What does he want to do with them?" asked Brenkar, curious, "He is barely more than a boy himself."

"He has often surprised me, for one so young, and he has a large appetite for new experiences. You wouldn't want to be among those he'll share them with and now let's start the auction."

Chapter Thirty One

Rand was fully enjoying the auction. The mercenaries were rowdy with no shame or limits. He followed the spectacle comfortably seated beside Melchior, with his two new acquisitions perched on his knees. Before the auction, he had chosen them young, a blond, and a dark haired for diversity that he knew he could easily control later even if he was a little tipsy from the wine that flowed freely. Rand was in peak physical condition for the boy he was, and knew all the tricks that existed to manage and overcome any resistance they might display to the games he planned for them. Tonight, they had better not displease him in any way.

Rand felt and loved the boys' fear and shock at the view of the mercenaries' actions.

The mercenaries were of all origins and shade of color, men, and a few women who were as ruthless as any other and mostly did their bidding for the older squires, while the men preferred the younger pages and girls.

Some of them, after paying for the boy or girl on sale, left hastily to enjoy their prize privately. Others showed no such modesty. With enthusiasm, they stripped them naked, if not already done on the auction block to bring the bids higher, and then cheerfully, with the audience as a witness and applauding, had their way with them. Sometimes a purchase was shared, which noticeably upped the entertainment. Two, three, or four hefty men would descend upon the poor boy or girl, penetrating and filling each orifice in no time and without care, solely for the pleasure of the audience, with the plaudits and cheers becoming ever louder.

"This could have been your fate, boys. You were lucky I felt lonely and wanted you to keep me company," he said, playing the part of the Good Samaritan. "I hope you'll repay me fully in bed later tonight."

They acquiesced, moving even closer, searching for his protection and looking warily at Brencar and the other mercenary officers around them.

Rand cajoled them, amused by their gullibility. He was tempted to leave, at once, and enjoy them fully but the spectacle of the auction was too captivating and arousing, he would stay until the end.

As the number of available boys and girls dwindled, it became clear that many mercenaries would not be able to purchase any bed warmer tonight. Orville was feeling the tension mounting, telling himself that maybe this auction had not been such a good idea. He was a resourceful man, though, and, before the situation could get out of hand, made an announcement.

"As you can easily understand, we do not have enough boys or girls to sell tonight and some of you will have a lonely night. Still, not all is lost, a new auction will take place tomorrow, and those of you that did not win tonight will receive a token worth fifty iron coins to use at tomorrow's sale. This will give each of you the opportunity to bid higher than today and be assured to have a boy or girl to take to your bed."

After cries of disapproval at his first words, there were shouts of satisfaction at the end, reaching an uproar as new barrels of wine rolled in.

"Well done, Orville, we could have had a riot," said Melchior. "It is getting late. I'll leave you now."

"I'll do the same," said Brencar, ordering that some of the officers stay until the hall emptied.

Rand stayed for the next four auctions. He was beginning to find the proceedings repetitive and he decided he wanted another kind of entertainment. Pulling by the hand the two unsuspecting boys, he hastened toward his chambers.

When Stefan heard Rand come back, he cringed in fear in his narrow cage. It kept him standing at all times, even when allowed to sleep. As he entered the bedroom, Rand looked straight in his direction, in the far dark corner of the room, placing his finger across his lips to tell Stefan to keep quiet.

In a short period, Rand had made the boy's life miserable, and more. He had mastered the ability to force his victims to bend to his will and he did not doubt Stefan would keep silent. Perhaps he was overconfident.

It was after a period of despair, when all Stefan desired was a swift death, a reaction quite understandable after seeing the brutal murder of his mother and little brother, that another phase had started to take hold. A burning hatred had taken shape: he wanted revenge, and it did not matter if he did not survive whatever action it took to reach that goal. Rand was first on his list, of course, Melchior a close second, followed by all the men that had raped and hanged his mother, beheaded his brother.

Despite the endless psychological and physical torture visited upon Stefan in the last days, he had not been disabled in any way. It appeared that Rand did not like damaged toys, even if the threat of castration, of removing all his teeth, an eye, a finger, or any other part of his anatomy was frequent, it had never been acted upon. When he was whipped, Rand was careful to avoid permanent damage. Still, Stefan doubted that it would last. Until now, they had been on the run, careful not to bring attention to themselves, not staying two nights in the same place. Here it was different, everybody in Belvoir bent their knee before them, and he had heard Rand asking for a replacement. His days were numbered. In fact, it could be hours. He had to act.

As Parius and Altis entered the poorly lit bedroom, they did not see Stefan's cage in the shadows. Rand closed the door as the boys hurried to take off their red lined tunics, determined to please their new master in every way possible. They did not want to be on the auction block the next evening and considered themselves lucky so far. They had some experience with men but nothing that could compare to what they saw their fellow pages and squires endure that night. Rand was a boy not that much older than themselves with a very manageable cock, they were confident they would be able to satisfy him, they might even get some pleasure from it all.

Rand, for his part was under the influence of all the wine drunk during that evening, and he knew it. He was thinking that it would be better to wait before having his way with the boys: he had overestimated his tolerance to wine and felt tired. A simple fuck and sleep would be more reasonable. He threw another glance at Stefan, barely visible in his cage, and again, put a finger to his mouth. The boy was awake, watching, and received the message to stay silent. He did not want to scare the boys already on the bed, on all fours, butts in the air and ready to receive him.

Yes, a double fuck, some sleep and then I'll have my fun with them.

***

The Beast was raging. It did not know what to do. The full moon was its ally but the magic all around and inside the cage sapped its energy. The sigils were dancing and it appeared they would not stop until morning. If it did not succeed this night, the Beast would fade into nothingness. There was no escape, it had to act now or never, it was very much aware of that fact. Over the past weeks, it had lost all influence over Leto's mind.

The Beast needed to kill and eat before morning: this was its one and only goal. It had to be a boy, and there were plenty around. The prince was within its reach but apparently could not be killed, protected by magic. In its last show of power, the Beast had attacked the prince without the moon as its ally. It had been a total failure, leaving it in a state of terrible weakness.

The best way would be to break open the cage, and once outside it would be able to maim and kill scores of boys, take one or two to play with and eat. This, it expected, would give it the force to overcome Leto's will and fully possess his human body. Perhaps later it could come back to the camp and have the time to enjoy more of the boys.

The Beast waited, waited for the men to lower their guard, waited for its strength to be at a peak. Hours passed.

Leto and William were making love. Their coupling was intense and passionate as it had been from the beginning. It appeared they would never tire of it and that the attraction they had for each other strengthened with time. It was not only magic at work, they were twin souls, reunited at last, and it was certain it would not end with the disappearance of the Beast.

They were not the only ones in a state of bliss, as moans of pleasure came from all directions and filled the tent. The knights that were on watch and not participating in this communion of love and sex had some difficulty to stay on alert, they were tempted to shed off their armor and join in the frolic.

The attack came without warning, the transformation being almost immediate. The Beast was there, replacing Leto in an instant, a furry mass of hard muscles meant for pain and destruction. At once, by pure reflex, it tried to bury its claws and fangs in the prince's young and tender flesh but the prince was faster, pulling away and running toward the large shield and pole that would be his only means of defense. He was to stay inside the cage and face the creature until Leto was able to vanquish it and the curse. The knights, with their long poles would try to keep it at bay as much as possible. As a last resort, he could escape the pressure for a moment by slipping his lean body between the bars but this was to be avoided as much as possible.

Shield and pole now in hand, naked, he courageously faced his formidable opponent while all around the lovers separated and took an offensive position. Men and boys, side by side.

Surprising everyone, the Beast ignored William and rushed at the cage, trying to break through. The knights immediately used their blunt poles, jabbing the Beast to keep it at a distance. The creature did not care, and despite five poles against its chest, it was still moving forward, pushing the knights back. As more of them came to help, the Beast, with a very human grin of contempt, broke two poles before seizing the other three in its large paws pulling the men holding them to him. They all let go, but one, stopped by the cage and escaping the creature's claws by chance, his shield pierced and cut like butter. He was lucky to come out of it unscathed, falling back and crawling to safety.

The Beast was now attacking the steel bars of the cage. If it could break them, nothing would stop it. The knights, with great care were still using their poles to try to push him back but with little effect. If they had been able to use real weapons, it would have been a different story but every precaution was taken to avoid wounding Leto during this stage. If William was slender enough to pass between the bars, the Beast could only pass an arm. It was straining to cut, break, or deform the steel bars that held it prisoner and open a way through.

William did not intend to let it escape. He was now rushing at it, poking it with his pole and calling him names, oblivious of the risks.

"You scumbag! Come and fight me! You, killer of defenseless children, you're choosing to flee rather than face me, a mere boy."

The Beast did not care. The boy was little more than an annoying bee at his back. He was concentrating on his task and could see the first results as the cage bars were slowly bending to his will. His strained muscles mastering the metal.

There was no way Tristam could let the creature get out of the cage, he reluctantly ordered the boys to prepare their crossbows. He then started to recite a spell to strengthen the structure.

The Beast roared in frustration as his efforts were brought to naught, he persisted without any result to finally turn back its wrath upon the boy in the cage.

"Prince! I'll dismember you limb by limb while my ribbed, bony member rips out your belly, I'll feast on your tender flesh. But that's not all, my jaws will crack open your skull and I'll eat your brain. We'll see if your magic can bring you back to life after that!" it croaked, spitting out saliva in anticipation.

"I do not fear you, Beast, and I'll fight you, defeat you, till you are no more," replied the prince, feet planted on the ground, shield and pole held firmly, his eyes fixing the creature's, hoping to see a glint of humanity and Leto's presence–their only chance.

The main battle was to take place there, in Leto's mind, and the tug of war had started as soon as the Beast had singled out William as its next victim.

If the sigils were not dancing anymore under the tent, they were still very much active all over the camp and their magic was as strong as ever. Taken by a strange passion, men and boys were coupling all through the night, going from one to the other seized by an unquenchable thirst.

Leto was finally able to come out of the dark recesses of his mind, where he had dwelt so far, gaining ground, and taking back what he had lost.

The Beast wavered, feeling his presence. It did not turn away from William, putting away any idea of defeat, it wanted to hurt, enrage his opponents, and the boy was the perfect vessel for that.

With one large and steely paw, it snatched the boy's shield while with the other it sent the boy flying against the bars. Everybody heard the cracking of bones, there was no blood, not yet. William was stunned but still conscious and in pain.

"Don't go away, little one, I want you with me for as long as possible while I play with you and take my pleasure," it said with a lustful voice.

The knights rushed to the boy's aid trying again to keep the creature away with their poles even if they knew it was a futile attempt. Some thought of catching the prince and have him pass through the bars to give him a chance but the Beast was already upon him, its claws digging in his flank and holding him tight by the hips, its ridged cock ready. This time, blood was running over the boy's white and smooth skin.

Lucian had his finger on the trigger of his crossbow, about to let the bolt fly. He could not bear to see his friend end that way without trying to save him.

"No," said Tristam with authority, standing beside him and placing his open palm over the crossbow.

The gigantic member poised to enter the delicate opening suddenly stood still as the creature's hold on the child relented.

William saw it first. The creature's feral eyes had been replaced; it was not the Beast looking at him anymore: it was Leto.

The poles, used fruitlessly so far, were finally effective pushing back the furry mass. There was a moment of incredulity as it thrashed around as if fighting an invisible enemy.

Tristam was reciting spell after spell. Lichan, kneeling on cue, had his mouth and tongue at work on the old wizard's rod. Their sigils, for once, were also dancing.

"It's gonna work, it's gonna work," repeated Lucian, not believing his words.

The Beast was now on the ground as if in pain. It seemed to be trying to reach for William again and finish what it had started. The boy was watching it with intensity, the pain from his broken hip and ribs fading away, his wounds closing. The hair covering the creature was disappearing; its hard muscles deflating; jaws and claws retracting; limbs shortening; its murderous cock losing its cartilaginous ridges. The glow and humming were back, stronger than ever, almost blinding, and deafening. It lasted for a few minutes followed by total silence.

Those within the tent blinked for a moment and were finally able to watch the cage and the two lovers inside, reunited and embracing each other. Outside the full moon still bathed the camp with its milky light.

"It is done," said Tristam, as his thick seed filled Lichan's sweet mouth. "Lord Leto has won. The curse is no more."

***

Elegir awakened unexpectedly, Had there been a shift in the magic or was it his imagination? He could not tell with certitude. The boy, by his side in the bed, was staring upward, his green as jade eyes wide open. He was a beautiful child. The creaking of the boat all around them and the sound of the waves broken by the ship's bow was the only sound to break the night's quiet.

"Do not fear, Nox, sweet one, it was only a bad dream."

Elegir was tempted to sip some more of the child's life force for a moment but abandoned the thought, he had already taken enough during their lovemaking this day, or should he say night. He caressed the child's dark blond curls as Nox went back to sleep, looking at the sigils on his skin, painted there by himself. Magic was leaving this world, it was true, but some humans still had that spark, Nox was one of them.

It had been so easy for Elegir to groom the boy. Nox had been terrified, certain that death was coming for him, an ugly and painful one, or perhaps afraid of an even worse fate. He would not die right away but first serve the vile and degrading whims of the fearful invader, a man of great power, who mercilessly killed three of his companions in front of the child's eyes. Since the invasion and his capture, Nox had witnessed atrocity after atrocity, but his fate had been very different. Once chosen by the High Priest, his life changed. He was treated with kindness and respect, given as much food as he wanted; clothes of a kind worn only by the rich, soft to the skin and embroidered with silver and gold threads.

During their journey, all Elegir had demanded was a small sip of his life force from time to time. Telling the boy it had the sweetest and best taste possible. Nox soon accepted the caresses and kisses from the man that had saved him, even though he knew he was also a cruel killer of children. Nox began to appreciate this comforting presence, rarely leaving his side, the man's hand soothingly seeking contact at every occasion. It was not long before the boy accepted the man's advances in the bed they shared, a pleasure Elegir now pursued several times a day. It was always with consideration, giving as much as receiving. After so many trials he felt secure and loved, pushing away any doubts or questions for the sake of survival.

Of course, there was a reason behind Elegir's behavior with Nox.

Elegir certainly did not love the boy and away from his eyes and ears, he pursued his dark deeds and drank the life force of the prisoners, held in the hold of the boat. Every day, a feeding ground for him, the vampires, and other creatures. All he needed was for the boy to love him, or at least like him as much as possible and have feelings for him. The Alliance's magic was based on pain and suffering but the elite knew that real power came from love. Something you could not easily impose on others. Now every sip he got from the boy was almost worth the killing of a common victim. His hope was to see the magic grow more powerful as time moved on.

The kingdom of Alsoon was five or six times the size of the Vale and would not be as easy to subjugate. Elegir supposed he would need such a resource when they reached the coast in the next day or two. Sailing along the high seas, they destroyed or captured any ship they encountered to ensure a total surprise. They would arrive at the estuary of the river Soon, where most of the shoreline was rugged and steep, protecting Alsoon from many invasions over the centuries. They absolutely needed to take the harbor to easily disembark their troops. From there, they would burn every town and slaughter the population on their way to the capital, within reach in a few days. The king would have no choice but to send whatever troops he had left to stop them, and once he did, their friends in the town would attack the palace, kill the king, and take Soonlure. Leto's army was too far away to be of any help and would be caught in the middle with the forces coming from the Vale at its back.

Elegir looked forward to the completion of this plan that had been years in the making. On the way to Cal Marat he had decided to lead the fleet rather than wait in the fortress for its arrival. This was only possible thanks to the draks. The mountains around the Vale were impassable, and they had to go through Cal Radul, the east fortress, before catching up with the one hundred boats sailing toward the coast of Alsoon. They were filled to the rim with warriors and creatures of all kinds. With the currents and winds on their side, the fleet was sailing swiftly forward. Two hundred more boats were on their way to join them once they had secured the harbor and its vicinity.

Glorious days were coming, whether the Beast had been successful or not on this full moon was of little consequence. Victory, once again was within reach. The goal of bringing back the Archons was of second importance to him and if Hegron was never found, he could deal with it. He looked at Nox, sleeping soundly, and thought of the pleasure he would feel when he took his life, such an amount of energy to be absorbed at once! He decided he needed one more sip as an appetizer and gently stirred the boy awake.

***

Memphis was watching the prince and Farrad speaking in each other's ears. They were having breakfast and he still could not believe his scheme had worked, that he had talked to the king, and that the king had listened to him; that he was now sitting at the same table as the prince, with Flint, Mitar, and Lygan by his side, in the Royal Palace.

The only shadow in the picture was that he had not been able to save all the pages in Belvoir and it was a big one. He kept telling himself that he had done his best but it did not appease him. He should have taken more of the boys with him down the Serpentine, whatever the risk. He should have pleaded with the king until he was given satisfaction.

"How do you pass the time at Belvoir?" asked the prince, smiling.

"We have our duties," answered Lygan.

"And when they are done? I suppose you have some free time."

"I spend as much time as I can with Memphis," said Flint, taking his hand, "but being the overseer, he is always occupied with this or that."

"You exaggerate, Flint, and there's the nights," replied the squire. He had seen Prince Arthur and Farrad looking at the pretty boy and wanted to make sure that their relationship was clearly defined. They could always try their luck with Mital and Lygan for now if they wanted. He was not in the mood to share yet. He had to say that the princely boy and his page had their charms but he did not want to upset Flint. If something happened and some tryst became possible he wanted it to have the agreement of the island boy.

After a day filled with so many events and emotions, they had been too tired the previous evening to think of anything but sleep. The ever-randy Flint that morning had not dared try anything either, he was quite impressed to be so close to the prince and did not know yet how to behave.

Since they arrived here, Memphis had felt the strange atmosphere that reigned. There had been another page present and it was clear that their arrival had disturbed their plans together. It was easy to guess what they were: the boy in question was particularly pleasant to the eye. Memphis hated himself for thinking that way. How could he enjoy this morning, being with the prince, with such lurid thoughts, when he should be thinking about his friends at Belvoir, being mistreated in the vilest of manner.

They were seated in a secluded courtyard outside at a large table set for the morning meal. It was a wonderful day with only a few clouds above an azure sky. The bedrooms they had slept in as well as the prince's had direct access to the courtyard. They could see the heavily guarded large door on the south wall that had led them in here the previous evening, and a few men in arms occasionally seen patrolling on the parapet that circled the prince's quarters. To the left there were a few stairs that led to a small arena where the boys trained and the adjoining baths.

"How long have you been here?" asked Memphis. It was a lovely place but also kind of a gilded cage.

"We moved to the fortress two weeks ago now, and I must say that I'm tired of it. I want to regain my freedom, ride my horse, and be able to roam the palace and the city streets," answered Arthur. "Of course when you're a prince, there's always someone watching over you, this is even more true for the first born, my b…"

Farrad slapped his thigh under the table as discreetly as possible.

"Yes, it's sometimes easier for William who left with the army. Arthur, as the heir to the throne has a duty to the kingdom."

Lygan had seen the mishap but had no idea what it meant, the others around the table, as far as he could tell, did not seem to register it and the arrival of the king soon caught all their attention.

"My son, boys, I have some good news for you." Aluser announced.

They all stood up before putting one knee to the ground and bowing their heads.

The king was accompanied by Atral, Tamerlane's brother and two pages, one of them the boy that was with the prince the previous day.

"Can we leave this place, at last?" questioned Arthur, the only one still standing up, "Or perhaps you won the war?"

"Unfortunately, no, not yet, on both accounts but we're working on it. Raise up, boys, no need of that here, we'll leave the formalities for the king's court."

"The good news concerns Belvoir," added Atral.

"You ordered Orville to leave our friends alone!" exclaimed Flint. Then realizing he had addressed the king directly, put his hand over this mouth, as his cheeks reddened.

"No need to be shy, you can speak freely, my boy, but no, it is Atral you must thank. The mercenaries in Belvoir are not under my orders. I did not pay for them, as perhaps some of you surmised already. They are here on behalf of our enemy and plan to attack the palace."

"We saw mercenaries in the Red Quarter too," said Memphis. "It explains why there are still so many soldiers in the fortress when everyone thinks they are gone. You're setting a trap for them."

"We are, indeed."

"How did you help our friends, then? Are they safe?" asked Lygan.

"We did our best and I designed a ploy with visiting family," answered Atral. "I cannot say that it is perfect but it could give them a few days of respite. By that time, the fight will have certainly taken place and we plan to be victorious. It should solve the problem."

"I thank you for trying, whatever the outcome," said Memphis, "and I would be glad to join your men when the fight starts."

"I will give you an even more important mission than that," said the king, "to stay here and protect my son. As I said our enemy is treacherous and could be hidden among our ranks."

"I am honored of such a demand but I am not certain to be qualified for such an important duty."

"As a squire you know how to handle a sword and you've shown your valor, I trust you to be up to the task."

"Thank you, my king."

"Well, there's more. In recognition of your goodwill and courage, yesterday, I have decided to elevate you, Memphis, to knighthood and the younger boys will not be pages anymore but have the rank of squires."

The four boys were speechless. It was unexpected.

"We only did what we thought was right," said Lygan after a long moment.

"That's the way a knight behaves. You are too young to become one but as soon as you come of age, it will be done."

"Thank you, King Aluser," they said in chorus, bowing again.

"I brought Tanil and Satin to serve and entertain you, my son, and your new friends. That duty is not for squires. I know that you are quite fond of Satin already and I must say that you have good taste, since he shared my bed last night. There will be no more need to sneak him in here anymore."

Arthur looked at Farrad, they certainly agreed on his father's choice of companion. He was the most gifted and prettiest of the five boys they had invited to join them to play their sex games these last days. The only one they asked for a repeat performance. The place was getting crowded with the new squires and the future knight, all worth Farrad's interest. It was unlikely they would be bored over the next few days.

Lygan, always inquisitive and with a question asked, "It has been several days that no more mercenaries arrived at Belvoir and everybody thinks that the army has left Soonlure. What are they waiting for? Why don't they attack?"

"That is an excellent question. Don't you think Atral?"

"I do and I would love to have a satisfying answer but I do not. We can only guess at their reasons."

"I would say they are waiting for something, someone," said Lygan again.

"This boy has brains. You and Tamerlane should take him under your wing and train him to join you in your task."

"I second that idea, Aluser, and if the boy agrees, it will be done. We are expecting, in the next day or so, the arrival of Princess Alina, the heir to the Vale of Destiny. It could be what they are waiting for."

"Another possibility is that they're holding back until one of my traitorous liege lords, openly, turns against me, adding his forces to the mercenaries, it could give some legitimacy to the coup. For now all we can do is prepare and anticipate their moves as best as we can."

"Artral, we saw the many soldiers gathered in the fortress but do you have enough troops to face such a menace?" asked Memphis.

"We have more near Soonlure. A few thousand men left the main army and marched back here, ready to intervene, with more joining them each day. The attackers will be caught in the crossfire," answered Atral. "They did not catch us off guard."

"Father, I learned more about what to expect, this morning, than you told me since the beginning of this war," said Arthur. It was more a statement than a reproach though.

"Yes, I know. I promise to do better in the future. In my defense, I'll say that we have had too few occasions to talk seriously and much of what was just said are conjectures and suppositions."

"Aluser, here comes Paragon; the prince's lesson is about to start, he'll have no lack of sparring partners. We should leave them alone," said Atral.

As the king was leaving, all the boys gathered in the arena, under the sun.

"You will find all the equipment you need here," said Farrad, leading them through an adjoining door and giving Arthur his shield, armor plates, and sword. "We will see what you're worth with a weapon in your hand and after the training comes the fun time in the baths, we're curious to see if you have any talent there too," he added, giving an appreciative tap on Satin's rump.

***

Soren was in a pitiful state when Tael saw him. The lack of sumok had changed the beautiful boy into a wretched figure, with bulging eyes, crooked limbs, and sunken cheeks.

The wizard had no precise idea of what should be done. He supposed death or other severe disagreements were a possible outcome for the boy. Usually when a vampire wanted to get rid of his familiar, their fate beyond a certain age, he used more expedient ways, the usual one being the draining of the boy's blood, a feast that they often shared with other lords, which made sense, who would want to waste such nectar. He had heard that it was also possible to see a familiar deprived of sumok for a few days, as a punishment, but it was rare. Familiars were the perfect slaves, dedicated to their masters and obeying their every wish.

Tael was intrigued. It was unheard of. No familiar had ever rebelled against his master, as far as he knew. Was it possible that the vampires did not want to advertise such incidents? He was not particularly inclined to help the boy, but he did want to know more of his story and thought that curing him would improve his reputation. It was already excellent around here, still more is always better. After that, with some luck and the right words, he would be able to ask whatever he wanted from Trelander. The sky would be the limit and he had a few ideas on the nature of some of his demands.

The exact composition of the sumok was unknown to Tael and logically he decided to treat it like any other poison. It required a few tries but finally he was making progress with the fever receding, the boy's features returning to their pleasant appearance as he plunged into a healing slumber. In the end, it had not been that difficult but he took care to convey the opposite and to feign an utter exhaustion after this achievement. He largely emphasized his accomplishment when talking to the physician that had taken care of the boy before him. He was certain Trelander would be informed of it all and he went to sleep beside the boy in an adjacent bed.

The fighting had not resumed and early the next morning Tael found the commander with Sandor talking in the grand hall of the stronghold. He did not doubt that the Valean had had the time to warn Trelander against him: it was expected. All they wanted was his knowledge and magic, they did not need to like him. As he crossed the hall, he felt all the eyes looking at him in a mix of awe and fear and he loved the feeling. His magic had made a big impression the previous day.

"How is Soren? Have you been able to help him?" asked Trelander, showing a sincere concern for the boy. They were having breakfast, away from the reigning hubbub, the hall was crowded, and he could see Astar with Lofsend, Safir, Aeri, and Berolt seated close by.

"He is much better. I cannot say that he is out of danger yet, but I am confident. If you agree, I'll stay with him in his room to watch over him as much as possible until I am positive that he's cured."

"Of course, that's very kind of you. Please join us." Trelander made a sign to one of the serving boys.

Sandor's interests lay with the next battle outcome as he questioned Tael, "When do you think we should expect another attack, we will have need of you on the battlefront."

"I don't know. I suppose that our use of magic has surprised the enemy and that they are rethinking their strategy. We might get some respite."

"That is very welcome news," said Trelander. "I don't expect anything more, though, they certainly know that Leto's army is close and I believe they'll do their best to break our defenses before his arrival."

Tael expressed his concern, "That's what I fear and there's a limit to what I can do. Sandor, What about Losfend el's capabilities?"

"He is much more powerful since … you know, but they are still limited," answered the captain.

Tael looked pensive, "You'll need to take good care of him then or perhaps there could be another way?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand," said Trelander.

"You see, magic needs energy and the boy, Lofsend el, gets it from being sexually stimulated. What I wanted to suggest was for me to share his bed instead of Sandor. The result of our coupling could be spectacular with the merging of our respective powers, for him as well as for me."

"It doesn't work that way," replied Sandor. It was out of the question for him to leave the boy in the hands of Tael.

"How do you know? I didn't know you were well versed in magic."

Trelander felt the strong dislike, if not hostility between the two men. He had been warned to be wary of the wizard but did not really know whom to trust yet.

"Captain, perhaps you should reconsider your position. It could make the difference between victory and defeat."

"Believe me, this is not possible. The boy will never accept it and I do not intend to force him. I am certain it would also be counterproductive, from what I understand it performs only between him and me. Let's rather talk about what YOU, Tael, can do."

"Does it work the same with you, do you need to have sex for your magic to become more potent?" asked Trelander, puzzled.

Tael was not about to let go of such an opportunity.

"Not to such an extent but it certainly helps me replenish my reserves and get a better focus."

"That is most peculiar," said Trelander.

"I never heard you say that before," said Sandor, always suspicious.

"Ask Aeri what he thinks of it. The poor boy, I've been pounding his ass day and night at every occasion to stay in shape. He sure has a sore bum. If I cannot have Losfend perhaps you could lend me a few of your boys, Trelander, the more comely, the better for the magic to be effective.'

"Certainly, I'll ask Nevit to gather ten of them, he is said to have good taste. But you did not answer Sandor. What can your magic do to help us?"

"Do not expect miracles but I can certainly be of use in certain situations like you saw yesterday."

"Could you be more precise? I need that information to see if I can take it into account in my strategy," insisted Trelander.

"Very well, you see there are two sides to the magic, the inborn and the acquired, your talent and what you have learned, if you prefer. As with most things, the conjunction of the two makes for the best. During the battle, I cannot say beforehand what the situation will require. In such cases, instinct takes over. That's probably how Lofsend's magic works since he hasn't ever been taught anything and that's how we stopped the attack yesterday."

"You don't help me, wizard."

"Sorry, but that's how it is, just send me where I am needed and I'll find the best possible answer to stop the enemy. Only problem is that I cannot be everywhere at once and my powers are limited. I'll do my best." Tael was not about to reveal what he could or could not do, by being vague he kept the upper hand on what could be asked of him.

"I'll need to speak with you again very soon. Sandor told me you were an expert on the Alliance, that kind of information is a necessity if we want to stop the enemy."

"You'll find me with Soren. I am at your disposal."

Trelander had a word with Nevit before he left to attend his many duties. At least the morale of the troops was at a peak after Tael and Lofsend's demonstration and you could feel it at every table in the hall.

Sandor went to sit with Astar and the boys, leaving Tael to eat alone. It was a hearty breakfast, and as the service ended, the tables emptied all around. The wizard did not care if the captain did not like him, if everything went the way he planned it would not matter and he would probably never see much of him again. He had to do everything he could to please Trelander first and then Lord Leto when he arrived, show them how much they needed him, that he was essential to their victory. If he accomplished that, then his future was assured and he would have all the gold and boys he could wish for, with a title, and his own lands. He could never have dreamed of such a thing with the Alliance and he had to grudgingly thank Hegron for it. He was in a good mood, almost ready to forgive the ungrateful boy, Sandor, and all the others, to forget to take his revenge and leave Levit and Lofsend alone. He had much more to gain by following other goals.

The demonstration was not long in coming when Nevit accompanied by the ten boys he had been promised came in person to his table. They were of different ages, some as young as ten, dressed as pages or serving boys, the others perhaps up to fourteen wearing chain mail, bow or sword. All were very pleasing to the eye, with a few of exquisite beauty.

"Nevit, Trelander was right, you have great taste, all of these boys look good enough to eat. I am honored."

"Since I did not know your needs, I brought you different flavors. You can make your choice, wizard." The young man seemed ill at ease and in a hurry.

"Have they all volunteered? I would not like to impose myself on anyone," stated Tael, taking his time and examining each one with close attention. They all looked rather tense, which did not displease him.

"They are doing their duty and I'm sure most of them would prefer to share your bed than be facing the enemy."

"Who could reprimand them for that?"

"How many do you want? Have you made your choice?"

"Yes, I'll take them all. Thank you very much."

"You'll take them all? I didn't expect…"

"I'm afraid I'll not have the time to copulate with each one of them before I'm needed on the battlefield but I'll try," said Tael, ending the conversation and standing up. "Follow me, boys, let's go enjoy ourselves, ten of you is the perfect number so that I can hope to be fully operational when the fight resumes."

Chapter Thirty-Two

The first rays of the sun started to break over the horizon, as Belvoir and the surrounding city lay dormant. A few flickering lights across Soonlure would soon lead to the daily hustle and bustle as people went about their business, ending the silent quietude of the night.

Rand, late the previous evening, had fallen asleep like a stone as soon as he had spent his seed in the blond boy Altus, after having had a go at the dark haired one, Parius. He was rough and did not use any lube but his member was not thick enough yet to provide much pain or any severe discomfort for the pages, who, in their short career, had served quite a few men already.

Altus, observing Rand's deep slumber, freed himself from his dead weight.

"We've known worse," he said in hushed tones to Parius. "Look, I bet he won't wake up until noon."

"He had too much wine. What should we do?"

"Perhaps we could leave, he did not tell us to stay. I don't like him, not at all, he relished every moment of the auction and the way our friends were treated."

"Bad idea, if he did wake up and we weren't here, I don't think he would like that."

A desperate young voice, whispering from the dark, caught the boys by surprise. It was Stefan. "I tell you, get away from him if you can."

Jumping from the bed, Altus whispered back in the direction of the voice, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Stefan. Help me."

In the dark, the two pages approached the sound carefully, at first barely able to see the cage and its prisoner, they spoke softly.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"What have you done to be caged like that?"

"What have I done? Nothing. I've had the misfortune to cross paths with this monster and his master, Melchior. They raped and killed my mother and little brother and I'm next. Please, save me, open the cage and flee, if you don't want to suffer a similar fate."

Altus and Parius looked at each other, not yet convinced by Stefan's words.

"Why should we trust you? Perhaps you're just being punished for something you've done. What will happen to us if we set you free?"

"You don't understand. Whatever you do, you'll end up like me, or worse. You might not even survive the night. I've seen him do it twice already, with my brother and another boy he found on the road. He tortured him for hours and slit his throat open when he got tired of it."

"Why are you still alive then?" asked Altus.

"I don't know, but once again, you better not be here when he wakes up; nothing good will come of it."

"What will you do if we set you free?"

"I'll make him pay, I'll kill him, I want my revenge, and then I'll do the same with Melchior and any other man that took part in the murder of my brother and mother."

"If you did that, then you would be signing our death warrant," said Altus.

"That's for sure," said Parius.

"We're sorry, even if what you say is true, it is better we try our luck with him."

The pages hesitantly went back to the bed not really sure of their decision, yet.

"He can't be that bad," observed Altus looking at Rand beside them. "He's barely older than we are."

"You can't leave me like this," insisted Stefan, refusing his defeat and raising his voice. "You must do something. I warned you, you have to listen to me. If not for me, do it for yourselves."

"Be silent, you'll wake him up," replied Altus coming back to the cage.

"What do I care? You will believe all I said in a moment. I don't think he'll be in a good mood when he is roused from his sleep," said Stefan, determined, having nothing to lose.

"Please don't do that; there must be a way; we'll find an agreement," said Parius.

"An agreement? What agreement?"

"Anyway, how do you expect us to open the cage, when we don't have the key," said Altus.

"You have to find it; probably with his clothes."

"I don't know; it's not that simple, if you kill him, we'll be your accomplices. I don't want that. We can let you go, but you stay away from him. You'll get your revenge some other time," proposed Parius.

"They'll know we helped him, they'll punish us," said Altus. "Better that we let him get woken up."

"I don't know, we could hide like Memphis and the others did," suggested Parius.

"They were caught again."

"Only some of them."

"Is it worth the risk?"

"Depends if you believe me," said Stephan.

"You saw what happened at the auction, how he enjoyed it all. I say we take our chances," said Parius.

"It's never going to work; we'll be caught and punished; better to leave it at that. You can't trust that boy," said Altus. It seemed he had come to a decision. "Shout all you want, it will not be our fault, you'll be the one that has to suffer for it."

***

Leto had retired with William and Focker, leaving Etos with Gravenese. They needed a few hours of sleep before resuming their journey to Cal Marat. He felt elated and had difficulty finding sleep, he was free of the curse at last and even if he could not get rid of the guilt that accompanied him all those dark and bloody years he knew those times were over and a new era was beginning. He finally closed his eyes for what felt like only a few minutes when Gravenese and Etos awakened him.

"My Lord, your sons are here, waiting for you."

Pushing Focker aside, Leto jumped out of the large bed and started to dress as fast as possible.

"I haven't seen them in years, one more reason to blame myself, I want to make a good impression on them. How do I look?" he asked his friend. He had put on a simple attire.

"You know, what they want to see is their father, you'll be fine whatever you wear," answered Gravenese. "Seems to me you're as anxious to see them as you were before your fight with the Beast."

"You're probably right. Let's go then."

"Shall we go with you?" proposed William, who had fast donned a tunic.

"Better that you don't," answered Gravenese, "I think they'll need some time together first. We should all leave them alone."

"Those are the words of a friend, Gravenese, too bad we must depart for Cal Marat shortly, I would have liked to spend more time with them first. The sun is up, raise the camp we must leave within the hour."

With much apprehension, the most powerful Lord of Alsoon took the few steps that would bring him to his sons.

The two boys themselves were weary from their journey riding fast one full day and night with few pauses. The excitement of seeing their father was what kept them awake.

As soon as Leto appeared at the entrance of the imposing tent palace, they ran to him, Ladisk leading the way and Teo following, having no real memory of what his father looked like.

"Father," they exclaimed.

"Ladisk, Teo! You've grown so much!" answered Leto gripped by emotion.

Leto opened his arms for them as they threw themselves at him, pulling them both up easily, and receiving their enthusiastic kisses that he reciprocated with warmth and affection. They each settled on one strong arm and without another word, he carried them inside to the dinner room where a lavish breakfast had been prepared.

"Let me have a good look at you. You must be hungry and tired, eat and drink whatever you want. You'll tell me everything that happened after you've rested."

"Is mother alright? Our sister…?" asked Ladisk.

"I have good news, Teresa was severely wounded by the man who took you; she's much better now and recovering. Your mother has been informed of your escape; she wants you back with her as soon as possible. She's been worried sick the whole time you've been gone. You know how she is."

"Can't we stay with you? Teo barely remembers you. We are your sons after all. Why didn't you come visit us all this time?" Ladisk was finding it difficult to hide his resentment and distress.

"I'm sorry. You have all the right in the world to be angry with me. There is a lot I have to tell you, it should explain why it has been so, perhaps then you will understand my motivations and forgive me. You must know I love you dearly and think of you each day. I've missed you more than you could imagine and in no way, you, your mother, or your sister are responsible for my absence."

"But now that we're here with you, if you love us, you'll let us stay," stated Ladisk, full of hope.

"I cannot do that for many reasons. I do not want to put you at risk in any way when you've just been freed and are now safe again. Besides, your mother would kill me if I didn't send you back to her right away."

Leto could see his son's face darken with each word he pronounced.

"But it will not be so. I have decided to take you with me to Cal Marat. We have been separated for too long, we must get to know each other better after all these years, whatever the consequences."

Close to tears, Ladisk and Teo embraced Leto again with renewed vigor, and at that moment, a strange emotion overtook Leto that he had not experienced for a long time–the boys' mother would be enraged at his decision. Holding the boys, his boys, in his arms, Leto knew her recriminations would be well worth it.

"Thank you, father. You will not regret your decision, we will make you proud of us," said

Ladisk, tears of joy in his eyes this time.

"I do not doubt that. In fact, it is already the case. I've learned a lot about your escape thanks to the messages I received from Commander Trelander, it certainly showed your cunning and courage.

Leto thought it would not be reasonable to let the boys ride with them that day to catch up with the infantry, they certainly needed to rest after an almost sleepless night and whatever trials they had gone through before. In fact, he and most of the knights and boys had also known a very short and trying night. He could not deny there was the temptation to call it a day and delay their

departure. Unfortunately, it could not be so. War did not wait. He had no choice but to follow that path.

"You need to stay here and rest. You'll follow with the supply wagons under a strong escort. I must break camp without delay to catch up with the infantry and perhaps push on to Cal Marat where the fight has started.

"There's no need for that, we can ride with you."

"Ladisk, it is only a question of a day or two, look at your brother, his eyes are closing of their own volition. No, listen to me, your father, you must rest, and I have to wage a war."

"As you wish, Father, you are certainly right. If you agree to keep us by your side it is not that much that you ask of us."

"Those are wise words, my son. You make me more proud of you by the minute. Let me hold you both, close to me for the time we have left. Then we will have to say our goodbyes but this time for a short period and I promise that after that we will be together until you get tired of me or want to go back to your mother."

They parted with regret shortly after when Gravenese came to say that all was ready for their departure.

"Very well, my friend, I am coming. You will not like that but I want you to stay with my sons and take fifty of our knights, you'll watch over them and the supply wagons."

"On the contrary, this is an honor that you trust Ladisk and Teo to me. Try not to win the war until I am back with you, though, my Lord."

"There's little chance of that, unfortunately, still I'll take those words like a good omen. You can keep Etos with you for company."

"Thank you again, my Lord. First time I feel attracted to a boy in such a way."

"It shows that it is never too late to discover some of the best things life has to offer."

"Ladisk, Teo, you will go with Sir Gravenese, he'll take you to my wagon where you can lie and sleep, I will see you very soon again, on the road to Cal Marat."

Close by, William was waiting, already mounted on a splendid mare while Focher was holding the reins of Leto's beautiful black stallion. Nearby, the column was forming: it was five hundred knights strong, not counting the squires and pages with them.

After a last and affectionate accolade, Lord Leto left his sons to mount his steed and lead the troops flanked by the prince and Focker. For his part, Gravenese sent his orders, and a detachment of fifty of his men left the column as Leto gave the signal for departure and the knights started to move forward at a good pace.

***

So little time for so many boys, thought Tael. What a waste. Still, he was determined to make the best of this opportunity. Followed by the ten boys offered to him, he headed back to Soren's room.

Barely awake, the familiar looked in better shape that morning, and with one more day of rest and healing, Tael would gladly add him to the bunch, as his top choice. Having access to a familiar's assets was extremely rare; they were delicacies vampire masters did not want to share.

There were five beds left empty in the dormitory, perfectly adequate and quite enough for the enjoyment of them all.

"Bare your skin, boys. I want you all naked, two by two on those beds. It will help me choose who's gonna be first to entertain me." All pretense of a need to replenish his magical powers were now forgotten.

It was amusing to see them take off their clothes, some with embarrassment others with enthusiasm or simple indifference. Tael wondered if there were some virgins left among the lot. Sex was certainly no mystery for these boys, boylove was a well-anchored tradition in every nearby kingdom, but some of the youngest might not have had a full practice of it yet.

As they shed off tunics, belts, pants, shirts, vests, and loincloths, he was able to confirm that they were all attractive and a joy to look at. There was a mix of blond and dark, long and short curls with all the tones and colors in between. Their builds were also different from stocky with some muscles to lean and delicate. Their skin smooth and blemish free, from white to golden, with a few a bit darker. Bums were uniformly generous and welcoming. Some of the boys showed a noticeable arousal with charming and partially erect peckers. A few had a little tuft of hair above them.

Obediently, they were soon exposing their charming and youthful assets for his inspection, it was a delightful undertaking that Tael embraced with enthusiasm.

"Are there any virgins among you?" Tael asked without a preamble. "Don't be shy; I'm not going to eat you. I love virgins."

There were no raised hands.

"What do you mean virgin?" asked a dark haired one, among the youngest, with a bowl cut and full kissable lips.

"Have you gone all the way, up the butt? If not, I'll consider you a virgin. And soon remedy that issue. I wouldn't want to hurt any of you," lied the wizard.

This time two hands were raised tentatively, one by the boy who had talked, the other by one of the tallest boys, slender, with darker skin, long raven black hair and a beautiful face.

"Come to me, pretty one," said Tael, pointing at him, I'll enjoy being the first to take your cherry. What is your name?"

"Sukumvit," answered the boy shyly.

"Come over, do not be afraid. You too, little one and do not worry, I'll be gentle."

"I'm Martin," said the bowl cut boy.

"You're a talker, I see. We'll use that bed, next to Soren." Then he addressed the others, "All of you instead of simply waiting for your turn, you can play with each other and show me what you can do. I'll love watching you enjoy each other."

Soren, the familiar, out of his comatose state was looking at the proceedings with astonishment. Wondering what it all meant. He went back to sleep with strange dreams as the Sumok was leaving his body.

Tael did not waste a minute, as he examined Sukumvit's lovely behind and parted his firm cheeks to test his bum hole with a finger coated with saliva while he told Martin to pull out his erect member and start using his mouth.

"I've already started," said the boy with a confident grin pulling out the gorged member with some difficulty from the wizard's breeches. "You're big," he commented before putting his tongue and lips to work.

"Won't it be all the more pleasant for you, Sukumvit," replied Tael with irony, feeling the older boy tense under his hands at those words. He obviously knew, with good reason, it would not be so. "On your knees with your bum raised, you certainly know how it's done."

As he coated his fingers, using a jar of grease on a side table, to ease his entry, Tael realized he had made a mistake. He should have kept the two virgin boys for last. He could have then enjoyed the pain he inflicted on them during their deflowering. After all, this was a large part of the pleasure he sought to gain from them, but this was impracticable in such a situation. If he forced the boy's tight ring and had him writhe in pain under him, it would not help his coupling with the following ones. Some might even leave and complain. It would not be good for his reputation, which was not yet well established. He had no choice but to use his magic to avoid hurting the boy, he did not have the time, patience, or wish for a painless entry if he wanted to possess all of them as he intended to do.

Tael had a look around at the couples that had formed on the other beds. None of those boys were shy or unaware of the pleasures of the flesh and they gave in to it with some enthusiasm. He decided to keep Martin for last and let his darker tastes show up in private. With luck, the Alliance would not launch an attack this day, or at least this morning, and leave him enough time to complete this pleasurable task.

"Let's get down to business, Sukumvit, we haven't all day. I'll make sure there is no pain for you but prepare yourself to be taken hard. Too bad you won't be able to enjoy any pleasure; that will be for another time." He truly liked the boy's looks and insecurity. He would make a perfect fuck toy and would gladly keep him for company later: he was of the perfect frame of mind, shape and size to bear some severe mistreatment.

The spell was easy and in place in seconds, Tael did not wait, pulling Martin off his cock, he plunged it forcefully into the offered fuck hole. In other circumstances, and despite the grease used to facilitate his entry, the boy would have screamed and thrashed in terrible pain. Tael brutally distended and pierced the tight and virgin anal ring relentlessly pursuing his march forward until his member was fully inside, feeling the strong spasms of the young boy's sphincter and colon. Although there was no pain, Sukumvit shuddered, his innards fighting back and trying to reject the aggressive invader.

"Calm down, pretty one, there will be no harm done," just some tearing and blood, perhaps, nothing my spells can't handle. It's a waste we cannot have more time together.

Tael was harsh and merciless in his assault; his sexual cravings had been at a peak since he had laid eyes on the boys. There was no way he could restrain himself and he went fast to the finish line. As he pulled out, mixed blood and spunk leaked from Sukumvit's battered hole.

Martin looked at the scene with dread. He was next and knew that this was not the right way to initiate a virgin. His pecker had gone down while all around the boys, oblivious of his actions, kept following Tael's instructions and were pleasuring each other.

"Get me back in shape, boy," Tael ordered Martin, wiping his glans on the bedsheets. "I've decided to keep you for last, with some luck we'll have the time to do it properly. I must say poor Sukumvit was a rushed affair but I can remedy that."

As he grabbed Martin by his hair to bring his mouth to his flaccid member, he used his magic to stop the flow of blood and repair Sukumvit's damaged bum hole. He had seen the worried look of the boys closest to him. He definitely needed to better control his drives with the next ones.

"You're like new, now," he said loud enough, caressing the boy's rump. "Sorry, Sukumvit, your beauty led me to it. I'll be more careful next time."

For the next two hours, one by one, he possessed all the boys with a surprising energy. He appeared tireless and never had enough, each coupling seeming to bring him more vitality. After all, his made-up story of accumulating magical strength from it may have had some veracity, consuming no less than three jars of grease.

Only Martin was left.

"Boys, you were all wonderful and I thank you for your services. You can go back to your other duties now. I may recall

The boys dressed and left in silence, Martin looking at them with envy. The wizard had been gentler with them than with Sukumvit but he still feared what his fate would be.

"Sukumvit, go see what news you can get, if there are signs the fight might resume, come back at once, I want to know if I can hope to have the time to take care of the two of you in a proper way," said Tael, who was sitting by Soren's bed and tending to the still sleeping boy.

"Yes, Master," said the boy, slipping on a loincloth and sandals to rush outside, leaving the small dormitory that reeked of sex.

Now that the effects of the Sumok were dissipating, the boy had recovered all his glamour.

He was indeed of exquisite beauty, certainly well trained and used to pleasuring men. Tael wondered what would bring him the best enjoyment between Soren and Martin. He would soon know.

***

Melchior barged into Rand's room, throwing a glance at the naked pages as he approached the bed.

"Still asleep," he said.

Rand stirred, his head was hurting bad and the light of day was painful to his eyes. "I think I drank too much yesterday."

"You certainly did. I see you haven't even used your talent on those two yet."

"Just had a go at their backside but don't worry, I'll get to it as soon as I feel better."

"You should rest for now. You're in no shape to do much else. Fortunately, you're not going to miss anything, the fleet will not land before tomorrow. Which means we should not see any action before one or two days. You'll have plenty of time to play with your new toys."

"I'll gladly do that and perhaps finish Stefan. I haven't found the proper way to do it yet."

"There are many interesting ways to achieve that. I trust your imagination to find a good one.

You've been careless though; I do not doubt our little friend in his cage has warned those two new ones of your tastes. You were lucky they did not get away, or worse, turn against you while you were sleeping."

"You're quite right, Melchior," said Rand. Suddenly fully conscious of what could have happened, he sat up in the bed with a grimace, "Damn headache, I've been careless."

"This will be a lesson to remember, but I'm at fault too, I should have warned you. I often forget how young you are."

"I'm in no shape to take care of them. Let's put them in the cage with Stefan until I've recovered."

"Is it big enough for three?" asked a dubious Melchior.

"Yes, I've done it before. I won't say it will be comfortable for them, though. Boys, you heard what we said, stand beside the cage while I fetch the key."

The pages' fate had been discussed as if they were not present, while, for their part, Altus and Parius had understood very well the meaning of Rand and Melchior's words. They were trying not to show their concern but trembling inwardly.

Stefan, it appeared, had said the whole truth and they had missed an opportunity to escape. Was it too late? Should they run to the door and go hide somewhere in the palace. Rand was in no capacity to stop them, but what about the other one, the small man certainly did not look fit for it either. Could there be a guard waiting outside?

On the other hand, despite all they had heard from Stefan, the two of them were still not convinced it could be that bad. Such evil was a strange concept for them. Somehow, against their will, and not daring to take the risk, they found themselves slowly walking toward the cage.

"Good boys," said Rand, who appreciated to see them obey, there was a beating pain in his head that was not going away.

Melchior, out of the corner of an eye, inconspicuously had also been watching the two naked boys attentively, as he positioned himself to block their access to the door. He was certain he could stop one of them, if not both. It would not be a real problem if one escaped, what mattered was that Rand was safe and that there was no dire consequence to his blunder.

Rand, key in hand, and Melchior were closing in on the pages now standing before the cage, where a defeated Stefan looked at them with an air of: Didn't I tell you?

Rand picked up a knife on his way, as he did not want to leave anything to chance this time. The two boys were young and probably easy to manage but you could never be sure of that. When cornered some could show a surprising strength and determination: he knew from experience.

"Make room, Stefan, I'm bringing you company," he said, as he opened the cage and pushed Altus forward.

The cage was small for one but for three it was more than cramped and the page had barely managed to enter when Rand forcefully pushed Parius inside closing the door on him. The metal bars pressed against the boys' young flesh, leaving their imprint.

"Well done, Rand," said Melchior. "Come with me, I'll give you something to ease your headache. You should be able to play with them shortly."

"I don't know, perhaps I'll leave them in the cage for the day. Don't they look great that way?"

"I see your point. You should not delay your games too long, though; we might find a more serious occupation soon."

"Do not worry, you told me I had a day or two, at least, before the attack. I'll be done by then. And don't forget my ultimate prize is waiting for me in the king's palace. Prince William's twin will be the focus of my whole attention, very soon."

***

Trelander knew at once that the decisive battle would take place in the next hours. The gates of Cal Marat had opened again and a large number of pitiful civilians were herded outside, women, men, children, old men, mothers with babes in their arms. The whips handled by their tormentors could not be heard at that distance but the commander knew the sound they made. Slowly but inexorably the enemy was deploying its troops in greater number this time and displaying the poor souls ahead of their lines.

"What a despicable way to make war. Sound the alarm," he ordered Nevit. "Hollis, run to the wizard and tell him to get in place on the plain as we said. He is our only chance of not losing the fortifications and stopping them from entering Alsoon." A small one, thought Trelander.

As the forces of the Alliance were taking position, Trelander's men prepared their defense while knowing they were already largely outnumbered. The setting up of the forces on both sides would take close to an hour, estimated Trelander.

It was dusk, night would soon be here and it was certain that the skies were soon to be filled with the dreaded draks. Torches were lit. Trelander, with his field glasses checked that his orders were followed on the ground

"What do you say, Sandor?" asked Trelander as the captain joined him on the battlement.

"I hope you have a few aces up your sleeve. I fear this time there will be no retreat; they are coming for us and will not stop until we are defeated. Any news of Leto's army?"

"No chance they can be here in time, unfortunately, it's only us and the wizard you brought with you. Can he work miracles?"

"I have no idea. I am quite sure he'll do his best, though. He has no other choice."

"And what about that boy beside you, Losfend?"

"He is just discovering his power. I can't count on him to change the balance. I told you all of that already."

"You did but I wanted to hear it one more time."

"It was a good idea to have half the men rest and not wait all day for an attack. They'll be somewhat fresh for this battle."

"Half of them, yes. How many do you estimate on the plain facing us?"

"I would say four to five thousand already, with more coming and probably even more waiting behind those walls. I fear I'll know one more defeat today."

"Our weak point is on the plain. Our men did wonders in the few weeks we had to prepare but we don't have the numbers to hold the fortifications. The strongholds are another affair we can resist for days, if not for weeks here."

"Why not leave the plain then?" asked Sandor.

"I cannot do that and let those monsters invade my kingdom. Leave our towns and villages at their mercy."

"Didn't you tell the population to evacuate?"

"I did, but many did not listen. No, we must try to stop them here until Lord Leto arrives with his army; there is no other option. This is the only place where we can do it; if they go beyond this point the whole kingdom is open for them."

"It is a lost cause."

"They are the best, don't you think?"

"I've had more than my share and I would like for it to change, this once. Believe me."

"If only there was a way to have them just lay siege to the strongholds before moving on, long enough for Leto to arrive. But that's wishful thinking."

"Listen, the drums have started," interrupted Levit, pointing with a finger. On the plain below, the enemy was starting its march forward.

Tael was watching the advancing army, Sukumvit and Martin by his side, wearing their helmet, with bows and arrows at their back, short swords at their belt. For his part, he was wearing only his wizard robe and did not have any weapon with him. He had spent a very nice afternoon with them.

Tael had come to the conclusion that there was way too much at stake for him to let his darker side take over and had treated them as well as he could while still enjoying their charms. He had avoided any unnecessary pain or discomfort to the surprise and relief of young Martin. Berolt and Aeri would have never believed their eyes and ears if they had been witness to this strange scene and change of behavior.

"Do not be afraid my little darlings, I'll protect you, you can be sure I don't intend to die this evening. We will be gone from here long before you have to face our foes."

Despite his words, the two boys, as well as the soldiers and squires around them, could only see the mass marching toward them, rows and rows of various and ghastly creatures, some humanoid and some not, preceded by the poor Valeans they had brought with them as their human shields. They had no idea how they could hope to overcome such numbers and not perish.

Chapter Thirty-Three

The Alliance troops were marching forward, an army of monsters, with the pitiful Valean citizens ahead of them, used as human shields. They would soon reach the sharp pile barrier facing them, beyond which lay the trous-de-loup traps with punji sticks, and finally the tar-filled trenches, but first would come the rain of arrows.

The officers on the fortifications waited as long as they judged acceptable before giving the order to let fly or to ignite the pits but so much was at stake. Trelander had made it clear, if the Alliance broke their defenses the whole kingdom was open for the invasion and to stop it would become a daunting task.

The other camp had no such scruples, as the whips cracked, the lances, swords and other instruments of death drove the doomed souls to hasten their pace–the Alliance archers fired their volleys.

Tael, alone, confronted with such numbers, did not have the power to drastically change the course of the battle. Still, he had a few aces up his sleeve that could give the defenders some advantage. He decided to favor a defensive strategy, perhaps less spectacular, but more effective in this situation. As the sky ahead filled with incoming arrows, he used the same spell as the one that had stopped the draks the previous day. It was of the same nature with its effect, due to the large area concerned, simply more diluted. The incoming arrows, instead of being stopped by a wall, were simply losing speed and soon falling to the ground, the few that reached the defenders harmless.

The next barrage came from the trebuchets. The sky now filled with large rocks and flaming cannonballs that exploded on impact. Like the arrows, most fell short of the fortifications, harmlessly hitting the ground. A few of the tar pits ignited from the explosions.

For a fleeting moment, smiles were on every face among the Alsoon fighters, after the dread at the sight of their foe's might.

The gazes of the defenders fell upon Tael, full of hope and newfound respect.

Trelander, from the stronghold, gave the order to raise the flag and a swarm of arrows rose all along the walls of the fortifications meeting halfway the second volley of the enemy. They fell mostly among the attackers, sparing the ranks of human captives, while once again those of the Alliance were ineffective. More arrows rained on the tight ranks of the advancing enemy from the stronghold's ramparts. Leto's machines firing their bolts at a good rate.

Sandor, Levit, Losfend, Astar, and Safir were watching the action from the battlements.

"Trelander chose the right moment, the range was perfect. He's giving some of these poor people a slight chance to make it through."

"Let's hope it is not at the expanse of a victory. Every inch of ground lost could cost us a lot," said Astar.

As the Valeans tried to pass the traps set to stop the enemy, the order to set fire to the tar pits was given. Lighted arrows soon followed.

"Half of them might make it, that's not so bad," said Levit.

"But some of the attackers are making it through unscathed too," said Safir.

"The Alsoon archers are good; they're picking them off quite effectively. It's frustrating to watch all that from a distance and not being able to intervene more directly," stated Levit, holding his crossbow.

"Don't worry, our turn will come sooner than you might wish," said Astar.

"Their main effort is against the fortifications; they want to breach them. They don't really care about the two strongholds. Perhaps we should go down there with as many troops as possible," said Sandor.

"Don't forget the draks, they haven't showed up yet, they could be upon us in minutes. They haven't used any magic either yet. It's quite surprising."

"Tael told us most of their wizards had been made powerless after the taking of the Vale," said Safir.

"I don't believe that and still don't trust that wizard. Anyway, it was weeks ago they must have regained some of their abilities by now," replied Astar.

"You're right, seems I've forgotten we're on the losing side again," said Safir.

"Don't say that. It's not good for morale," interrupted Sandor. "Look at those poor people running for their lives. What could we do to help them?"

"There's nothing we can do from here," stated Astar with a definitive tone.

On the ground below, the spectacle was saddening, only a few of the captives made it to the fortifications, where they were helped over the palisades. Most of the others had been stopped or killed by the defenders own contraptions, a score had been too slow and had burned in the tar pits or fallen in the hidden holes, pierced by punji sticks. Against their will, they had helped the assailants avoid some of the traps set for them.

Tael's magic was still at work and so far, there had been no evident casualties among the defenders, whose arrows for their part had killed or wounded scores of the enemies. It would not last, whatever the cost in lives, the Alliance combatants were closing in relentlessly. They were passing through the fire, jumping the trenches and barriers, marching over their fellows' dead bodies. Nothing seemed to stop them as night was falling and the battle continued into darkness except for the glow of the pits, the lighted torches, and the flaming arrows streaking the sky. The clamor on the plain was rising, a mix of drums, cries, roars, screeches and shouts, the thud of wood, the crackling and hiss of fire, the sound of metal clashing, it was a terrible and beautiful vision at the same time.

They were still close to a full moon but heavy clouds were obscuring it and the dark was soon prevailing as the first of the assailants reached the fortifications. Hand to hand combat had started and Tael's magic could offer no protection at that stage.

The tall heartless with their long arms and the trasks were the first to reach the defenses but more strange creatures joined them, the scaly fenders, the reptilian guhians, the massive trolians… Ladders were placed against the walls, and axes attacked the wood to try to make a breach.

Soon, inexorably, the whole line of defense was under siege and the incoming tide of the enemies about to take the advantage.

Tael was in no shape to do much more, his magic used on such a scale had taken its toll, and it was time to leave his exposed position and retreat. He had no intention to die this day, nor captured.

"Sukhumvit, Martin, we are going. There is nothing more I can do here."

The boys had been entranced by the wizard's earlier feat and could not hide their disappointment.

Tael, still wanted to make a spectacular exit, and used one last trick.

The spell he threw at the enemy could dissolve anything made of metal and it spread on a large portion of the battlefield in front of him leaving many enemies without weapon and armor. They were taken aback, not knowing what they should do, stalling the attack, and giving back the advantage to the defenders, forcing them to stop their advance first and then move back.

"What's going on?" exclaimed Sandor. "Do you see? Their center is retreating!"

"I can't believe my eyes but it is true!" Astar was as surprised as everybody else.

"Look over there!" shouted Levit.

A strange light had appeared near the gate of Cal Marat that revealed a gathering of men in robes such as the one worn by Tael.

"Wizards, what are they doing?" wondered Sandor.

An arch of light had formed in front of them.

"Nothing good, I fear, there's more than fifty of them," said Astar.

"There on the plain beyond the fortifications, the same thing," said Losfend.

A second arch was forming at the rear of the Alsoon defenders.

"I can't believe my eyes," said Sandor.

More Alliance troops, horsemen and foot soldiers, probably vampires were coming out of the gates of Cal Marat to enter the created portal where they disappeared.

"Where did they go?" asked Levit," they are gone!"

"Good riddance," replied Astar without conviction.

The answer to Levit's question was obvious for all of them, but for a fleeting moment they could hope to be wrong. It was not instantaneous but perhaps two minutes after passing through the first portal the enemy troops reappeared at the second, way beyond the Alsoon defenses and waiting to be in sufficient number to take them from behind.

"If they are caught in the middle, they are doomed, they cannot hold their position. This is a lost cause," said Sandor.

Several hundred were now ready to charge at the defenders, and Trelander, grudgingly gave the order to retreat. He did not intend to let his men be slaughtered.

Tael, seeing the wizards at work had urged his two boys to join him and use the escape tunnel without delay. They had over one mile to travel before reaching the stronghold and safety. Tael had never expected Elegir, or whoever was commanding the other camp, to use a portal again. It had been grievous and devastating for the wizards the first time. He had been wrong, he should have thought about it twice: the scale of the magic involved was nothing in comparison, the distance and the numbers transported much less. Still, why not use the draks instead?

Now the portals were gone, and at the sound of the trumpets, the formed ranks of vampires were marching forward. At the same time, the offensive had renewed on the other front.

All along the fortifications, the retreat was taking place in as good an order as possible. They were using the ancient and secret tunnel that joined the two strongholds. To build such a thing would have taken months if not a year; instead, they had just needed to create an access to it under the fortifications. Four had been installed regularly placed along the line of defense. Pages, squires, soldiers were hurrying down the ladders while the veterans were trying to keep the enemy at bay, leaving their position at the last moment, some choosing to sacrifice themselves for the sake of their fellow fighters.

Sappers were ordered to crumble the accesses when the evacuation was complete or if they were in jeopardy.

The plain was now under the control of the Alliance, the still resisting strongholds only a small hindrance that could be ignored.

"Now the question is whether they'll want to eradicate us or if they move on and start the invasion," said Trelander to his aide de camp, Nevit.

"Could they create another portal and get inside?" asked his squire, Hollis, a tremble in his young voice.

"I'm afraid that is quite possible but I think they'll try something else. Listen," answered Nevit.

The drums had changed their tempo and despite the prevailing darkness, hearing their distinctive calls and the flapping of their wings, one could guess that the draks had taken flight in the hundreds.

"Are they coming for us?" asked Hollis, holding tight his lance.

"I'm afraid so. Get ready," said Trelander.

Sandor and his companions had come closer to the commander and his retinue, Losfend preparing to use his magic again to protect them.

On the battlements, bows, crossbows, lances and shields were at the ready. Leto's bolt throwers were armed and directed at the sky, instead of the plain. Braziers were lighted to try to repel the darkness.

"Hold your fire until you see them," came the order.

"There's nothing to be seen with those clouds," said Safir.

"It will be too late when we see them, they'll be upon us by the time we can react," added Astar.

Trelander had foreseen that major difficulty and ordered flaming arrows fired. You could hear the flapping wings of the draks and their well-known shrieks but you could not see them.

"Losfend, light up the sky," said Sandor, his reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder.

Two balls of fire, one after the other left the boy's hands to explode a good distance from the ramparts and illuminate the night for a good minute.

"There they are," said Levit. "What are they doing? They are not coming our way."

"No, they are going south, ignoring us. How many are there?" questioned Astar.

"Hundreds, with at least six warriors on their back each," replied Sandor.

"Why? Where are they going?" asked Levit.

"I would say they are mounting a surprise attack against Leto's army," said Sandor. "They should reach them before sunrise. I understand now why they did not use the draks against us and created the portal. They did not want to lose any. We must warn Lord Leto or they might be slaughtered. Trelander?"

"I heard you, Sandor," said the commander. He was perfectly aware of the impending disaster if Leto's army was defeated or severely weakened. "I'll have birds, as many as possible, sent right away but I don't know if they can reach them in time, they also might be intercepted."

There was nothing else that could be done, except wait and hold the ramparts if they were attacked.

***

Contrary to what many would have thought the day passed without much happening among the boys. There had been glances, some groping during the training, smooth, lithesome bodies and tumescent organs seen in the baths that followed, all hints of things to come, but none of them had taken the plunge yet.

The visit of the king and his possible return, being in the presence of a prince, had put a stop to any unruly behavior by the boys to the chagrin of Arthur (William) and Farrad. The two boys had to learn how to manage so many guests at once. They were used to having only guest at a time, which was easier and manageable. Did they want a full out orgy, which was certainly an attractive proposition, or did they want to be picky and make a more eclectic choice? Anyway, Memphis was at the top of their list, the oldest of them all and perfect for a new experience.

"He's got a manly one between his legs, certainly worth a try," said Farrad. They were in the prince's chamber, readying for dinner.

"Much bigger than yours that's for sure, might hurt a bit at first," replied Arthur. "His island boy is a pretty morsel too; we could invite both for the night."

"I approve the suggestion; island boys are not that common in the palace. Do you want to add Satin to the mix?"

"No, not this time, I want Memphis to focus on the two of us, not anyone else. Satin would be a distraction. I don't know how long we will be cooped up here; let's keep the others for later."

"All this talk is quite arousing don't you think?"

"I must agree, perhaps we should do something about it."

"They are waiting for us."

"I am the prince; I can be late. Furthermore, in the state we are in, we should be done in no time."

Arthur was right, less than five minutes later they joined their guests with flushed cheeks. Sitting at the table the prince gave Satin and Tanil the sign to start serving dinner.

"Memphis, tell us again how you escaped Belvoir," said Farrad.

"I could not have done it alone. All of us played a part."

"It was Mitar that killed the guard," blurted out Flint.

"It was Flint that had the idea of passing under the grille at the end of the underground river," added Mitar.

"But it was Memphis that plunged in the dark waters, despite the presence of the river dragons, big ones, to see if it was possible," said Lygan.

"I heard of them, an annoyance, they can bite," said the prince, "but they are not known to be dangerous."

"Those of the Serpentine were monsters three to five feet long. I would not swim in those waters or even in the harbor after meeting with them," warned Memphis.

"Many children swim in the Soon, I did, before coming here," said Satin, "I never heard of attacks or any notable incidents with them. Those that I recall were small, the size of my hand."

"Perhaps the big ones don't leave the Serpentine," said Arthur concerned. "I do not doubt your words. This will have to be investigated once the current crisis is over. I do not want innocent children or anyone else to fall prey to those beasts. Satin go fetch some wine for our guests."

"We are not allowed to do that," replied the boy.

"You're right, but today is a special day with honored guests. I am sure, the king would agree. I'm taking the responsibility."

"Very well, as you wish my prince."

"Squire and knights certainly have the right to some wine. This is nothing new to you, Memphis?" asked Arthur.

"Indeed, we are allowed wine or more often beer, at Belvoir, even the pages can have a sip from time to time."

"You are lucky, my father is quite strict on that matter; Arthur and I have rarely had the occasion to taste those beverages, only on grand occasions or for a good reason."

"You said Arthur and I?" remarked Lygan.

"I did?" Arthur's cheeks reddened, "It was a slip of the tongue, it happens sometimes, we are so close, me and my brother."

"Same for me with Lucian," said Farrad, trying to draw attention away from the prince's blunder. "We both have identical twin brothers; it can be tricky. Why don't you tell us more about yourselves, your families, where you come from…?"

The ploy seemed to work as each of the boys started to answer Farrad's inquiry, and the evening progressed with more and diverse conversations helped by the wine that most of them came to appreciate as the hours passed.

Memphis and Flint were seated next to the prince and Farrad beside the young island boy. It had been clear from the start that it would be difficult to have one without the other, Flint apparently being the key to Memphis's agreement to join them for the night. The wine had been Farrad's idea, as he knew it was known to help win such decisions. A few sips of the one glass offered had been enough to get most of the boys slightly tipsy, Flint like the others. Farrad placed his hand under the table, caressing the boy's knee before slipping it under the tunic and becoming more familiar–it was not pushed back.

"Will you join me, for the night?" whispered a confident Farrad in the boy's ear, with two fingers at work on a distinctive building erection.

"I cannot leave Memphis," Flint whispered back.

"He's very welcome to join us. Do you think he would like that?"

"I suppose, but it's been only the two of us lately."

"How boring. The prince told me he had an interest in you. He'll certainly want to participate."

"The prince?"

"Himself."

"I cannot refuse the prince," said Flint sending a shy glance at Arthur in conversation with Memphis.

Farrad smiled, the deed was done and he was as eager to become more intimate with the charming island boy, as he was to experience the newly made knight's rod, perhaps even more so.

Dinner was ending, and Farrad discreetly informed Arthur of his success, he could not wait to retire to their chamber and further explore what Flint had to offer.

"The evening is still young," said Arthur, "maybe some of you would like to play a game of cards, or chess. There are many other occupations that are available here. Satin will show you. Memphis would you like to come with me? I have many other matters I would like to discuss with you."

The teen showed some surprise but he had no reason to reject the proposition.

"Can Flint join us?" He did not want to let him think he was being set aside.

"In fact, it was his idea," said Farrad bringing the boy forward.

Memphis knew the look and demeanor. The invitation was not for talking but for a much more physical activity. Flint, against all odds, leaning against Farrad seemed cognizant and quite willing.

The teen hesitated, not wanting to step outside of his prerogatives. Was he allowed to meddle with the prince? He was older and a knight since a few hours ago, trusted with the prince's welfare. He had never been one to go from boy to boy seeking an immediate gratification and was content with his exclusive relationship with Flint.

"Come on, Memphis, what are you waiting for?" Flint was holding hands with Farrad with an expectant look.

"You have nothing to fear, you heard the king. He doesn't mind such activities among us, as long as our safety is assured," added Arthur with an alluring smile.

"Even if I tried, I don't think I could refuse such an invitation," said Memphis, giving in. The prince was beautiful and charming with a clever head. He ought to know what he was doing and even the well-behaved Memphis was aroused and could not resist the call of nature.

Arthur took his hand, for all to see, walking towards his close by chamber, followed by Farrad and Flint.

The room was vast with a large bed standing at one end, the first moments were awkward, no one daring to take the first step.

Farrad, always the most assured, slipped off his tunic and was soon naked. He did the same to Flint, and then led him to the bed, boldly pulling him by his distinctive erection and sporting his own. He had made his choice, leaving Memphis to the prince, for now.

Arthur and the young knight exchanged one last glance and a knowing smile before shedding off their clothes and joining the other two on the bed.

There was room for more than four and each couple was able to demonstrate as much enthusiasm and excitement as needed without interference.

Farrad was not of the kind who needed preliminaries and using simple spit was already at work up Flint's bottom, whose legs where in the air and moaning under the boy's lively assault.

Memphis's approach, according to his nature, was different, the older boy by a few years, he was given the role of the leading man, but he took his time. His mouth and tongue, his hands put to use exploring and stimulating the young prince. While the smaller and bigger cocks were rubbed against each other, nothing was forgotten in his journey, the smooth skin, the long blond curls, the pert nose and fruity lips, the well-defined ears, the rosy nipples, the full ass cheeks and fleshy thighs, the hairless armpits, and the slender neck were given the appropriate attention.

Arthur was in total abandonment, loving the feel of Memphis's expert and strong hands on his body, the teen's mouth and tongue eliciting exquisite sensations in unexpected ways and places. It was quite unlike his previous experiences with Farrad and the pages, which were less refined, the boys usually seeking a fast release. He wanted the moment to last but also wanted more: to feel Memphis enter him, fill him with his love. It was going beyond a simple and pleasant game this time.

Beside them, Farrad had achieved his first climax, and was readying for a second one with Flint on all fours, his lovely behind up in the air being pounded with a fierce slapping sound.

"Please take me now," Arthur said to Memphis.

"I don't want to hurt you. I need some grease."

"Of course, there, on the table, hurry!"

Memphis had not seen the bottle in the semi darkness; he uncorked it and took a good amount to coat his member before applying it to the boy's dilating pink pucker, eager, it opened easily for one, then two fingers. It took a few moments to stretch the tight ring of flesh and reach the desired effect.

"On your side, it will be easier," said Memphis getting in position behind the prince. He had done it all already with Flint and a few others, he had learned how to proceed to avoid pain and instill pleasure. He felt the boy tense as his glans pressed against the opening.

"I never had a man sized one," said Arthur.

"No need to worry, I'll be gentle, you'll love it. Just ask Flint."

He kissed the prince's cheek while his right hand rubbed the boy's slender pecker and as soon as he felt the ring relax, he gave a shove and his cock head was inside. He felt the child spasm under his fingers with a first orgasm and received a few drops of clear fluid in his palm. He paused to give the sphincter time to get used to his member's girth.

"That's true, I like it!" Arthur declared as he caught his breath back. "You're much bigger compared to what I'm used to. Push it in, I'm all set."

"My pleasure and yours."

Memphis' progression was simple and trouble free all the way, the boy was a natural, accepting him with little cries of enjoyment, and in no time, his pubes were hitting on the kid's round cheeks.

"It tickles," said Arthur, "I'm truly filled."

"You are, my young prince, and I can do much better than that." Memphis was now as entranced as the boy; pulling back, he started thrusting in and out at a good rhythm.

Arthur was rocked and moaning with pleasure reaching a second orgasm followed shortly by a third when the teen himself was feeding his seed to his hot and silky entrails.

"Let's do it again," said Arthur with enthusiasm as he turned around to embrace Memphis and kiss him passionately.

"Nothing would please me more," replied Memphis sending a glance at Farrad and Flint still copulating with renewed energy beside them. It was clear he could dedicate all his time to the prince.

Without another word, he seized the boy's legs to place them on his shoulders, his young and stalwart member already filling up with blood and almost ready to plunge in again.

"We'll do it face to face this time, raise your butt a bit."

He grabbed a pillow that he slipped under the boy's midsection. He paused a moment, contemplating the beautiful child looking at him with longing and tried to fix this image in his memory. Then he let his cravings take over, his restored shaft penetrating the eager prince with vigor.

It was still early, the night was theirs, and nothing else had any importance. It was more or less the same for Farrad and Flint, and it was left to see if the two couples would mingle as the hours passed.

***

Rand, standing, contemplated "his work of art" on the bed drenched in blood. He could hear the two pitiful boys crying softly in the cage behind him.

"What was that boy's name already? Ah, yes, Altus, that was it. He took his time to die. I like it. We'll see if either one of you does better. Feels like I need a solid fuck now. Any volunteer? Do you think I should take a bath first?" He turned toward the cage looking at Stephan and Parius, a wicked smile on his face. He was naked and covered with blood, a glistening knife in his hand. "Then we'll have to decide who's next. This has been a most interesting day, full of promises."

Melchior's herb infusion had dissipated his headache in no time. He had been able to go for a hearty breakfast and then had joined the little man for a few meetings with the mercenary officers, informants, and allies participating in the preparation of their imminent coup. Taken up by all those occupations he had had no time to dedicate to his guests in the cage. It was only late in the afternoon that he had been able to play with them. Altus mostly, who had been a lively and fun specimen until the end.

No one could say he was not his father's son. Count Kyllian was himself expected in the evening or the next day at the latest. Would he be proud of Rand's developing leanings? He might find them too extreme and say it was a waste of money, given the price of a boy such as Altus on the market. His appetite for gold made him miss some of the most significant advantages of having the right of life and death on lesser beings. Rand did not intend to let go of his new passion, the suffering of those boys made him feel better, important, godlike, could he dare say.

He certainly needed a bath, that sticky blood everywhere was not too agreeable on his skin. He also needed a good fuck but he did not want to bother with the two in the cage. Altus' body was still fresh enough to satisfy him one last time. He went back to the bed, cut off the ropes, and turned the boy on his stomach. Standing, he took hold of his legs and pulled, bringing to him the desired arse. The boy seemed much heavier dead than he had been alive, his backside mostly spared and still rather pleasant to the eye. His hands kneading the dead boy's cheeks, he entered him in one go, it was still hot in there and perfectly adequate for a fast and much needed release. He was done in minutes.

"I'm going for a bath but don't fear, I'll be back my darlings, and we'll have a wonderful time together." He grabbed some clothes on his way out. He told the guards outside the door to get rid of the body, the sheets, and anything else to get his room clean of blood and of any trace of his deed; he wanted to start anew with the next one.

After he was gone, Stephan and Parius stayed silent. What could they say? Their fate was sealed. They had heard Altus pleading for his life and Rand laughing as he used his knife mixed with the poor boys cries of pain, it had lasted for such a long time; it was unbearable. Even Rand had tired of the page's shrieks and gagged him before resuming his labor of suffering and death.

"He is mad. How could we have known?" finally blurted out Parius.

"I warned you," said Stephan. You killed him. You killed all of us.

"We should have listened, I'm sorry."

"It's too late but I forgive you. The same thing happened to me. How can one believe such evil can exist?"

They were interrupted by the arrival of two of Melchior's men accompanied by two chambermaids carrying a change for the bed and cleaning stuff. They were clearly horrified at the sight of Rand's carnage.

As they wrapped the body in the stained bed sheets and covers, one of the men said, "The blood seeped through it all we'll have to change the mattress too."

"What do you care, changing the sheets should be enough," the other man replied.

"He said he wanted no trace left, you better not disappoint that one, let me tell you. You've seen what he did to that boy."

"You never went on one of the Beast's hunts, that's nothing compared to that."

"So you say, but I prefer not to upset Melchior's pet. Let's do it. Girls, our master wants this room impeccable as if nothing ever happened, get to work, you'll do the bed when we return with a mattress."

When they left with the body, the two girls looked at each other, and then around to evaluate the task ahead while avoiding the sight of the boys in the cage not wanting to think of what would become of them.

The men returned shortly to put the mattress in place and waited until the girls were done before leaving, closing the door.

The silence reigned again but for the slight noise made by the cage when its occupants moved.

"What did she give you?" asked Parius.

"Perhaps our freedom," answered Stephan showing a hairpin to the other boy.

***

"Listen carefully, Calter," stated Melchior in a sugary voice. "If you say one wrong word, you immediately sign the death warrant of Gregor, your cousin, and those with him as well as for all of your friends that we caught. I'll have you watch them die one by one before asking Rand to take care of you. He is a very imaginative boy and should be able to keep you alive and suffering for a very, very long time. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," said the boy trying not to show his fear.

They were in the antechamber leading to the reception hall.

"I'll listen attentively to everything you say, be very careful. Orville, we may proceed."

The doors opened and they entered the hall where three knights were waiting. One of them stepped forward opening his arms for the boy.

"Calter; come to me sweet boy. It is so good to see you after such a long time."

The boy had a slight hesitation before marching forward. Who was that man? He had never seen him before. Was it a trap?

The large man engulfed him in his strong arms whispering in his ear, "Memphis sends his regards." Then holding him in front of him, said for all to hear: "You've grown so much. Is he giving you all satisfaction? Orville?"

"There have been no complaints as far as I know. He is a fine boy and does his duties."

"Sorry to say, but your father, as well as the fathers of a few of your fellow pages could not visit today as you were told. They sent me instead."

At the mention of his father, the boy's eyes lit up.

"My father, where is he?"

"I'm not sure I should tell you. It is said walls have ears all over Soonlure. No offense, Orville."

"I perfectly understand."

Melchior, who was still at the top of the wanted list was a few steps behind, hidden among the chamberlain's retinue, listening attentively, a smile formed on his lips when he heard the knight's next words.

"We're among friends though and what I'll say will be known soon enough. They have been escorting Lady Alina Destiny to the king's palace. They must have reached it by now. Once they are done with their duties there, they'll come visit you and your friends, probably tomorrow. By the way, I expected to see some of the other pages to be able to tell their fathers they fared as well as Calter."

"I should have thought of it," said Orville, "unfortunately, it could be difficult to find them all on short notice, Belvoir is a large place. It could still be done if you wish and are in no hurry, within the hour, perhaps less?"

"Alas, we are expected at the palace, a question of protocol, there's not that many of us and most will continue their journey north, it is said the fight has started at Cal Marat. I'll try to visit again tomorrow and if possible, I would like to have some time alone with the boy. We were quite close before he left for Belvoir." The knight's hand was groping the boy's firm buttocks, which left no doubt on what he implied. "I wanted to keep him with me but his father preferred Leto's favor and sent him here, instead."

"Those are the facts of life, Sir Gregor, the boy will be all yours whenever you desire, once he has seen his father, of course."

"Certainly, I would not want to rob him of the time he needs with his father. I must leave now. I'll be back, Calter, for sure, be prepared."

As the knights left the hall, Melchior joined Orville.

"With some luck when they come to visit tomorrow, we will be ready to attack, this sham will not be needed anymore."

"Did you hear what he said about Princess Alina?"

"Of course, that is indeed surprising; we did not expect her so soon."

"We hoped to intercept her before she reached the palace."

"That's what happens to the best-laid plans. It also shows that our informants are not as reliable as before. We miss Count Kyllian's network, his contacts and gold made miracles, it's been turned upside down by the king's men. Same for me, all the people, even remotely, close to me have been arrested, killed, or put aside but it all ends very soon, the fleet will land shortly."

"Perhaps we should not wait for it and attack without delay. We could be discovered."

"What change would it make? We have close to four thousand mercenaries on our side. Still, you're right; if we can surprise them, it will be much easier."

"Do we hold an auction again this evening?"

"No, we must cancel it. I want our men rested and fit to fight; I feel it is getting close. Tell them they'll have as many boys and girls as they want when we are victorious."

Chapter Thirty-Four

Stefan and Parius's lives were hanging by a thread; they knew they needed to escape the cage before Rand returned or they would end up dead like Altus. Stefan fumbled with the hairpin, trying to pick the lock, failing miserably after multiple attempts, his fingers trembling.

"Let me try," said Parius.

As Stefan handed the hairpin to the page, he let go before Parius had his hand on it. There was a fearful gasp by both boys before Parius caught it just in time.

"Careful, we must not lose it," said the boy with a sigh of relief.

Stefan was desperate, "It's never gonna work, we're doomed."

"Don't say that." Parius was trying to keep some optimism but realistically he was no more confident than Stefan.

"I've never been taught to pick locks. I don't even know if it can be done this way."

"I'm sure it can, we just need to get the hang of it."

The page was not going to stop trying, he did not want to end up dead like Altus.

There was a small click sound and the two boys looked at each other, full of hope. Stefan pulled on the lock but it still resisted.

"Almost there," Parius said, not really believing his words.

Stefan held his breath as the boy's nimble hands went back to work. There was another click and for an instant none of them dared try the lock.

Finally, it was Stefan again that took the initiative and the lock opened effortlessly. They pushed the door and were free, stepping out of the cage, stretching their limbs and savoring their freedom.

"Let's get out of here," said Parius.

"Wait." Stefan was looking for a weapon, reluctantly picking the knife Rand had used to butcher Altus.

Parius found a short sword and was looking for his clothes but they had been taken away.

"Let's go before he returns. I'll show you the way," he said.

Stefan had a moment of hesitation. Should he wait for Rand and exert his vengeance? In the end his survival instinct won and he decided to follow the page.

"There might be a guard outside," he cautioned. "Let's have a look first."

They held the door slightly ajar, looking around and listening.

"We're lucky, no one in sight," said Parius, "Come on."

The two naked boys, staying close together and holding tight their weapons, walked silently clutching to the walls and stopping at every corner.

"This way," said Parius suddenly opening a concealed door, "I think we're safe for now." He exhaled the air he had kept in his lungs since they had started their escape.

"I should have stayed and tried to kill that monster."

"Try? you say. We must not try; we must do it. We must make sure he doesn't harm anyone else. I fear he would have killed you, you're no match for him. We must seek help. I know who to ask but I need to find him first."

"Who would that be?" asked Stefan.

"Memphis, he is hiding in Belvoir with some other boys."

"Let's do that."

"Not so easy, the mercenaries are everywhere. We must find clothes first, so that we look inconspicuous. It should not be too difficult."

Once again, the page led the way. After the excitement of the escape the boys felt exhausted but the night was not yet over for them.

***

The first rays of the sun were touching the tip of the many large tents that stood in a vast clearing surrounded by thick woods made of tall oaks. At least fifteen thousand of Leto's men were soundly sleeping after so many days of forced march.

The sentinels were at their post, patrols walked the alleys and the perimeter, watching with attention the dark forest all around. The first chores of the day were starting with a few boys going to the creek nearby to fill buckets of water. Others were feeding the horses of the light cavalry that had come with the infantry. The three thousand knights riding with Lord Leto would join with them the next day.

Banners of each regiment, knight, and lord flapped in the wind. Soon the wakeup call would resonate and the army would march forward again.

Sinister shadows suddenly fell over the sleeping campground with a swarm of flying creatures obscuring the morning sunlight, they broke the peace as a rain of arrows started to fall from the sky.

The blaring alarm was too late. The draks and their riders were now descending on the tents before anyone could leave them. The poles and cords holding them up ripped and broken. They fell on their occupants making them captive and incapable of defending themselves from the attack. Now the claws and beaks of the creatures were at work, as well as the lances, swords, and arrows of the vampires on their backs, targeting any movement or form under the thick tent canvas. It was a slaughter in the making.

The Alliance attack was a resounding success, not five minutes after it began the victory was overwhelming and undisputed.

Then the trumpets sounded.

General Salgar who wanted to witness himself the Alsoon defeat suddenly realized the battle had only begun. What he thought was a stroke of genius on his part, meant to let the Alliance roam free without resistance in Alsoon, was in fact a trap.

Leto's war machines on the forest edge were shooting their iron bolts at the draks, archers were decimating their surprised riders. All around the campground, soldiers were marching forward, shields and lances raised to engage in combat the disheartened attackers.

Leto himself, surrounded by his knights, was leading the troops. What could have been a disaster was becoming a splendid victory. Had the birds been stopped or arrived too late, had Salgar's scouts seen the fires and found the infantry camp earlier, everything would have been different.

Leto, as soon as he had been warned of the menace and its nature had sent his orders and ridden at breakneck speed with the cavalry to be with his men when the attack occurred, fortunately they were close enough. He now witnessed with relief the rout inflicted to the draks and the vampires.

The lord was grateful to Commander Trelander for the detailed reports he had sent after his first confrontations with the Alliance troops and creatures, enriched by the information given by the Valeans.

This would not end the war but it could stop the invasion or at least help contain it.

Salgar had no choice but to order the retreat if he did not want to lose all the draks. He judged that a third of their numbers, at least, were already lying on the ground, wounded or dead. He gave the signal and the horns sounded the end of the fight. Many more were lost as they tried to disengage and to escape the arrows and bolts that targeted them.

As they left the battlefield a clamor rose from the ranks of the Alsoon combatants welcoming their victory and celebrating Lord Leto.

The casualties were few among their ranks except for those left in the open and used as decoys in the camp. They would be honored before the army resumed its march, but first it was time to finish the job. They put all the wounded draks to death and took some vampires prisoner, although it appeared most of them preferred death to captivity.

It was well past midday before the troops were on the move again and scouts were sent ahead to see if the Alliance forces were coming to meet them.

***

It was early morning and William could not sleep. Well, not William, Arthur. He had to be careful and not let his tongue slip again. His backside felt sore after Memphis' three, or was it four, vigorous assaults the previous evening. He had not yet decided what he preferred, the teen's thick pole up his bum or his own slender cock buried in a boy. There was no need to choose, he did enjoy both, as they were both delectable.

Arthur had finished the night with the island boy, Flint, having found the stamina to fully enjoy the boy's tight and smooth buns, that he honored twice while letting Farrad enjoy the young teen's last amorous thrusts of the night.

Flint was still in his arms and he kissed affectionately the sleeping boy's sweet lips before leaving the bed. Glancing back, he saw Memphis entwined with Farrad, both in deep slumber, a contented smile on their faces.

Grabbing a tunic, Arthur headed out to the patio for some fresh air. It was quiet, the palace was still mostly asleep this early in the morning.

Out of curiosity he looked through the window of the guest chamber where the other boys had retired for the night. It was quite obvious from what he could see that the activities there had not been much different from his own. The boys were sleeping naked in each other's arms, the fourth one was out of sight, he could not be far, though.

This was no surprise; Satin had adopted with enthusiasm a similar attraction for sex after their meetings. Not invited to join Farrad and the prince, he had probably suggested that the other boys join him in that captivating occupation. Indeed, come to think of it, it was likely that the Belvoir boys had not much to learn about sex either. Nothing should be easier than to convince any of them to share a moment with Farrad or himself. What else was there to do in this place besides training and fucking!

Hearing a noise coming from the arena, he wondered if someone was there. He looked up to see the guards making their rounds. Everything appeared to be in order. He took a knife from the breakfast table and went to investigate. He found Lygan seated there, lonesome and sad.

"You're awake too? What are you doing here?"

"The same as you, probably."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't sleep, there are too many thoughts turning around in my head."

"What about?"

"The friends we left in Belvoir. What's happening to them. What's going to happen to us."

"You're safe here, you heard what father said. And Atral is taking care of the Belvoir boys, as best as he can."

"I know but it doesn't stop me thinking about them and being afraid."

"I understand, it is frustrating to be here waiting when others are risking their life for you. I feel useless, worthless, but I must obey my father."

"He seems to be a good man. I've read a lot about kings, their history in this and other kingdoms. How does it feel to be a prince?"

"It is strange, it is exhilarating, but at the same time, it is also a burden. One could think you would be free to do whatever you fancy when in fact you have more duties and less freedom than everybody else."

"I see. I don't think I would want to be a prince. I prefer to be who I am. Sorry if it sounds rude."

"Not at all, on the contrary. It is rare that people tell me what really is on their mind. They don't want to displease me in any way or they are trying to obtain some favor. Stay as you are and keep telling me the truth."

"Why do you pretend being Arthur?"

"What?"

"I heard you at dinner, it wasn't a mistake, you are William. Where is Arthur?"

"Lygan, let me tell you to never say that again. I have no idea what could happen to you. Some things are better kept secret. I don't know what the king or Atral would do if they heard you." The prince had paled and looked all around, making sure no one could eavesdrop on them.

"I understand, it will be our secret then. I'm sorry. You'll not hear one more word about it from me." Lygan, at once, had understood his recklessness.

"If there are some more ideas, such as this one, that come to you. Never say them aloud, be very careful and keep them to yourself. You can tell them to me only in private."

"I'll do that. My curiosity sometimes plays tricks with me. I need to control it better. At the same time, we are very much alone here."

"Believe me, we are not alone, the palace walls have ears."

"If you say so."

"I do … I'm hungry, what if we woke the pages, Satin and Tanil, and tell them to fetch our breakfast."

"Agreed, so, being a prince has its advantages."

"It does." Arthur's smile was back.

The two boys left the arena, a trust and strong friendship had been born between them, a few words had been enough, the prince even wondering if the boy beside him could not become, in a few years, someone such as Atral was for his father.

***

Sandor had gone to bed late. The strongholds were under siege but no attack had been attempted on either one. The defenders could see the Alliance troops passing in the plain below, holding torches to light their way. They felt useless and powerless.

Finding the boys already asleep in bed he could not resist wanting to make love to them. After all, who knew how much time they had left; for months they had been on the brink of death. It was a miracle they were still together and alive after going through so many trials and perils.

If their fate was unknown, one thing was for certain. The intensity of his couplings with Losfend had not diminished and had now extended to Levit, they were addictive and there were few moments when he did not think of them, craved for them.

As Sandor took off the sheets revealing the two beautiful and naked boys under it, he could see that Levit had submitted to the same desires, he was spooning the younger boy with his slippery cocklet at the entrance to the child's pucker.

"Wake up my angels," he whispered, one hand caressing a flank, the other a round bottom, as he gazed upon the boys' light and dark soft curls.

No other word was needed as they opened their eyes and smiled, their peckers rising up to welcome their lover. This could not end, thought the man undressing and joining them in the bed, such bliss had to be forever. They embraced him, one on each side with one big and two smaller cocks rubbing against each other.

"Which one wants to ride my cock?" asked Sandor.

"Let Losfend el do it; we might need as much of his magic as possible come morning," said Levit.

There was no need to say it twice, Losfend not waiting a second before he squatted and aligned the engorged rod straight to his hole. It disappeared without effort and to the delight of the man and boy who rode him hard and fast.

"Come Levit el, you earned some reward yourself. Bring your own magic stick and those marvelous mounds of yours closer, I want to enjoy them as much as possible."

Sandor, backing up his words with action, seized the young boy by the hips and brought his cocklet and young balls to his lips and then inside his mouth while his hands kneaded his firm buttocks. The boy settled down, his hands holding firmly the headboard for stability while Sandor not yet satiated rubbed his unshaven cheeks on the soft flesh of Levit's inner thighs.

"It tickles," said the boy, loving the feeling … all of them. Losfend was now holding him from behind, using him for support to accelerate the up and down movement on the man's rigid shaft. Against all odds it was Levit who climaxed before the man, sagging a little, while Sandor felt his erect pecker spasm in his mouth and saw the look of bliss on the boy's face. It was a dry cum.

The captain let go of the sensitive organ and concentrated his efforts on reaching his own orgasm by thrusting up when Losfend came down on his pole. He knew the magic boy had already known multiple dry climaxes himself. It was now his turn to achieve one.

The tingle was there but he could say it came without warning and with such strength that it cut his breath and left him panting for a whole minute.

Both boys fell on him covering him with wet kisses, the weight and contact of their smooth bodies, an always renewed delight. Against all expectations he was erect again in a moment.

"Your turn Levit el," he said, maneuvering the young boy under him, legs pushed back with his luscious bottom exposed. Losfend's fluids serving his purpose he entered the boy with determination and expertise, the long shaft progressing relentlessly until his pubes met the firm flesh of the twin cheeks. It took him only a few thrusts to reach an orgasm of the same magnitude as the previous one. He stayed buried in the boy's recesses and slept with the two children cuddled against him until late the next morning.

Sandor awoke with the sun already high in the sky illuminating their small chamber. The boys were asleep which was only natural, they had traveled for days and found war when they arrived here. His morning wood was still embedded between Levit's cheeks, it seemed they had not shifted position since slumber had taken them. He was tempted by another bout of sex but finally decided it could wait. He wanted to know the outcome of the draks attack and to discuss their options with Trelander.

The rather joyous atmosphere that reigned among those he met on his way, despite the circumstances, was a good omen. The disaster had not happened, but he wanted more details. He found Trelander on the battlements observing the enemy troops that surrounded the strongholds.

"How many are there," asked Sandor.

"Difficult to tell. I would say one to two thousand. Did you hear the news?" replied the commander.

"I was counting on you to get the whole story."

"The birds arrived in time. It was a severe defeat for the Alliance. Leto's army is as strong as ever and marching to meet our enemy. Its aim being at least to stop it."

"What can we do to help?"

"That's what I was studying now. The opposing force is not that big, certainly not enough to attack. They are staying put to hold us here."

"So, we could break the siege?"

"Probably but it would cost us. Also, we don't know what is going on behind the walls of Cal Marat. They could get unexpected reinforcements from there. Perhaps the wizard Tael and your boy Losfend could change the equation."

"I don't like Tael but I must recognize he made himself worthy of our hopes yesterday. It was not enough but he did more than I expected."

"We must talk with him and devise a plan."

"Let's do that," agreed Sandor.

Tael, for his part had spent an agreeable and active night with Sukhumvit and Martin. The boys had submitted to all his desires.

Since his exploits the previous day, like most of the Alsoon fighters, they were in awe of him. He had not saved the day but nonetheless had shown awesome magical powers. It felt strange for him to be seen that way, like he was all goodness. The Alliance society was brutal and promoted cruelty, the strong were revered and the weak despised and oppressed. There was no compassion or benevolence.

This new perspective had somewhat influenced his behavior that night. He had been rough and demanding without being brutal or deliberately seeking to hurt the boys.

Soren was still recovering, the wizard judged he would soon be the perfect subject for a harsher treatment. He was made to serve and he was used to the ways of the Alliance. He would make no fuss and endure whatever came to Tael's mind. The only constraint would be to leave no marks.

The news of Leto's victory was the talk of the morning. Tael had welcomed them with relief. His fate depended on the defeat of the Alliance; it was a good start. He was in a great mood when a squire came to fetch him for a meeting with Sandor and Trelander.

***

General Salgar landed in the middle of the sprawling Alliance encampment. His tent was ready and he rushed inside. He had barely escaped death that early morning: three bolts felled his drak and at the last minute he was rescued and taken to safety. He was bone weary after a sleepless night and a cursed morning.

Almost two thirds of the draks and their riders had not survived. It was a major setback. The draks were an important part of the Alliance war strategy, they had given them many victories.

If Leto's army had been vanquished the whole kingdom would have been open and ripe for the invaders with all its riches in gold and blood. That and Elegir's imminent assault on Soonlure would have been enough to crush the hopes of most in Alsoon like it had happened in the Vale.

It did not bode well for his future. The Alliance did not like defeats and even less those responsible for them. All the successes of the Valean campaign could be easily forgotten, and he would have no second chance. The upcoming battle would be decisive.

"Tell Lord Olgred to join me this moment and bring me a few bloodbags," he told the officers who had informed me of his presence in the camp and his request for an audience.

Ten minutes later the vampire lord was introduced as Salgar finished draining a five-year-old girl as an appetizer. A few more fearful children were waiting their turn at his feet.

"I needed that, pick one if you wish," said the general discarding the body and bending to put the next in line, a seven-year-old boy, in his lap, he struggled lamely knowing he was no match for the vampire.

"Thank you, I just had a sip of my familiar. I fear those could not compare with that nectar."

"You're right, they are simple cattle, only worth their weight in blood. What I like is the thrill of the kill when their breath shortens, their pulse accelerates, their eyes lose their focus and finally their heart ceases to beat. Not something recommended with a costly familiar."

"Indeed, they are meant to be of use for a few years, The kill is a rare and exquisite experience that doesn't happen until they reach a certain age and are about to lose their appeal. Still having one or two familiars does not preclude the enjoyment of a few kills on the side."

"I never had the patience of grooming one. I prefer more immediate pleasures," said Salgar, planting his canines in the child's neck, while holding him firmly. "It is strange how some taste better than others," he added. The boy was not wriggling anymore, he was now limp, wrapped in the vampire's embrace.

"Each individual is different, then there is the diet, it is an art that has been studied and perfected for many years, brought to high levels."

"We thought we had lost you. So, where are Leto's sons?"

The change of subject was abrupt but not unexpected.

"I lost them and I have no excuses. They escaped."

"How can that be possible?"

"I was betrayed by one of my familiars, he helped them. This should never have happened and I'll accept any punishment the council deems appropriate."

"This is unheard of. Do you have an explanation for your familiar's behavior?"

"None, unfortunately."

"We will need to investigate this but there are other matters that come first."

"If I can help."

"I'm afraid that after your serious failure your counsels are not welcome anymore. While waiting for a decision concerning your fate, you will be put in detention and deprived of blood. You will tell us all you learned during your journey in Alsoon, some of it might be useful. I'll be the one benefiting from your familiar's assets from this moment. Guards take him away."

Salgar pushed away the little boy in his lap who fell to the ground. Now let's see how Olgred's familiar tastes. Let's enjoy life before it is taken from us.

***

"Princess Alina, I am honored to finally meet with you, the handsome boy beside you must be Hegron."

"You are quite right King Aluser and I thank you for welcoming me and my companions." They had left their horses in the courtyard. Alina, Hegron, Kervan, Eleander and his boys were all weary but also happy to have finally reached their destination.

"The welcome is only natural in these difficult times. We have a common enemy, a lot to discuss and learn from each other."

"Yes, we have much work awaiting us."

"Perhaps you would like to go to your apartments and rest for a while. You've been on the road for days and it has been a perilous journey."

"No, there is no time for that."

"I quite agree with you. Your companions will be properly taken care of, they are mostly boys, I see."

"Yes, it seems I have been collecting them along the way. The knight, Eleander, will accompany me." She thought it more proper not to be alone.

"And I'll send the boys to stay with the prince." The king gave a few orders before facing Alina again. "Follow me then."

The princess's arrival had been as discreet as possible, with only a few men escorting the small group through the town, they also used a secondary gate to enter the palace, the king waiting for them away from prying eyes.

"Why all those precautions," asked Alina, as they walked.

"I understand that it can be surprising for you. You must not consider it as an offense or a way to belittle your status of heir to the Vale. We are in a quite particular situation here and awaiting an attack."

"An attack here in Soonlure? By whom?"

"That's the point. Do not fear, we are well prepared, in fact we are setting a trap for those who support our common enemy. It appears they have been at work in the kingdom for many years and we suspect they pledged allegiance to the Archons all those years ago during the first invasion."

"The Archons? They were eradicated!"

"So we believed, but they left their mark and still have followers and disciples among us."

"The Alliance used powerful magic when they attacked the Vale. We never thought it could be the Archons, they never reached the Vale back then and they were not seen or their name pronounced, as far as I can tell, since the Alliance invaded us."

"We never knew where they came from that first time but we do think they are somehow linked with the Alliance."

They had entered a large reception room with only one man present. "Here we are, let me introduce Sir Atral, my most trusted counsel. Please be seated, some refreshments and food will be served at your convenience. For this first meeting I did not want too many people around so that we can talk more freely and avoid too much protocol if it suits you?"

"It suits me perfectly; I've never been at ease with such things."

"Very well, let's begin."

"Could you tell me first if you have news of Captain Sandor and the wizard Tael. I had none since we separated, they went to Cal Marat to join with Lord Leto's army.

"They did, and last I heard, they are all fine." The king went on to recount all he knew of the battle and the other relevant events surrounding it. "Lord Leto is expected to face the Alliance forces shortly and we hope he will be successful once again."

"The reports you get seem very detailed," said Alina.

"Yes, they are," replied Atral. "Information is at the heart of any of our actions. Could you please now tell us what is going on in the Vale and what you know of our enemy. What are its strengths and weaknesses? Commander Trelander at Cal Marat recounted us a lot already but there is certainly much more to learn, thanks to you."

"Where to start?" said Alina, "At the beginning, perhaps. There was no warning, the Alliance attack was a complete success dividing and disorganizing our forces. Using magic they captured, at once, the two Cals defending our borders and then with the use of the draks they were everywhere, winning every battle, stopping any of our attempts to get back in the saddle. They conquered the Vale, slaughtering and enslaving my people. They showed no mercy. For them cruelty is an art and they treated us as animals, cattle to feed the vampires and the other creatures they brought with them. I fear the same is to be expected here in Alsoon if you cannot stop them.

"So, the Vale is lost."

"No, it is not. We are a proud people, we still resist in any and every way available, imaginable. We found refuge in our large forests, our hills, all the parts of our country where they did not set foot yet and we are fighting back with some success."

"What are you doing here, then?" asked Atral.

"I fear we cannot win alone. We need allies and since you are their next objective, I thought logical to come here first."

"And you were well inspired to do so. I propose that we treat each other as equals despite the poor state of the Vale and I will seek no advantage from this situation," said Aluser.

"I thank you for that, King Aluser."

"Let us have something to eat and drink, a light lunch, before we go into details and try to define a strategy to reclaim your kingdom, Princess Alina."

Aluser rang a bell and four pages entered the room bringing wine, meat, and fruits.

"Some water for me, please," said Alina.

"Of course." Atral gave a sign and one of the pages went back to fetch some while the others set up the table.

They started eating while talking.

"Tell me," said Atral, "How did you leave the Vale? What is your secret?"

"It is a secret, as you just said, sir, and it will stay that way."

"Still, if we want to help you and you know of a passage to enter the Vale, it could serve to send troops. I fear it will be some time until we can retake Cal Marat."

"I very well know that but whatever information I could give you on that matter would be of no use."

"Sorry for asking," said Atral.

"I would have done the same," replied Alina. "Now, tell me about the situation here and the attack you are awaiting."

"Certainly," said Aluser.

For the next few minutes, the king described what they expected to happen and the plan they had prepared, he was about done when there was a knock on the door. One of the pages entered and gave a piece of paper to the king.

"This is what they were waiting for, Atral," said Aluser, handing the message to the man with a serious face. "You will have to excuse us Princess Alina. Urgent matters are calling. We will leave you. The page will take you to your place of residence."

"Could you tell me what is going on?" she asked.

"A fleet has appeared off the shores of the Soon estuary. Over fifty ships and clearly hostile, they sunk everything in their path, from merchant vessels to the smallest fishing boat."

"The Alliance."

"What else, this is indeed quite unexpected and worrisome."

"Can you face them?"

"Landing on our shores is not easy. They need to capture the harbor to disembark their troops. Rigel is well defended behind solid walls, the garrison should be able to hold them back for a time," replied Atral.

"My friend, gather the council of war at once," said the king, "and come to think of it, perhaps you should join us, Princess, your experience in the Vale could be useful."

"I'll gladly help, if I can."

"Very well, come with me."

*****

Elegir was looking at the impressive harbor fortifications. Chains had been raised across the river to forbid any passage. The time had come for some magic.

Nox was by his side leaning against the rail. He was not dressed as a captive but as a prince.

"Is this the country you want to conquer?" asked the boy.

"It is. What do you think of it?"

"They won't let you in that easily." There was a certain satisfaction in the boy's words, despite the way he had been treated, he had not forgotten what had come before.

"It is never as easy as some like to believe. Would you help me?"

"Help you? Me? How could I do that?"

"By being sweet with me, for example. By going below deck and give yourself to me one more time. One last time.

"Is it that simple?"

"It can be."

Elegir took the boy's hand and kissed it.

"Come, my desire is stronger than ever. I'm tingling all over. How such a small boy can have so much power over me? I wonder."

"As you wish, my Lord."

They went to Elegir's large cabin at a hurried pace.

The high priest ripped away the child's few clothes and the jewelry adorning his lovely body. He felt the accumulated power encased in the boy call to him. He needed to act fast, not to let any of it escape him. Pinning the boy to the bed with the weight of his whole body, he looked into the boy's eyes as his erect shaft entered Nox.

"Give it to me!" he said.

Elegir saw Nox's eyes widen as his mouth closed upon the child's, sucking in the boy's life force in a few seconds. The desiccated child's face and body caved in under the priest's weight who was now looking at empty sockets and the rush of energy brought him an incredible orgasm. After a moment he raised himself and stood on shaky legs.

"Let's take care of that harbor, now," he declared with delight.

***

Chapter Thirty-Five

Elegir was feeling the magical power inside him boiling, wanting to be unleashed.

The fleet was facing the estuary, its progress due to be stopped by the heavy and solid chains linked across the two fortresses that faced each other on the banks of the Soon River. Those were old but massive structures that had never been conquered–until this day.

On top of their thick walls and towers, the garrison had gathered, ready to repel the enemy. War machines, catapults, were set and ready to unleash rocks and fire. Archers tending their bows about to let fly. The defenders were surprised by the boldness of the heavy ships advancing. It was suicide. As soon as they were in range they would be under fire and doomed with nowhere to go or land, the harbor would be out of their reach, beyond the chains.

As they were entering the estuary and nearing the bottleneck made by the river banks and the fortresses, the first projectiles started to fall, most of them missing their target.

Elegir was smiling. Mirroring his inner state, the water ahead of his ship was agitated, something was taking place, taking shape.

"Bring me ten of your blood bags, I'll need them once I'm done," he said to the deck officer. "Good, lively ones."

The officer did not hesitate to obey, although they were low on resources. If all went according to plans, shortly, they were sure to have more than they could use. His only fear was that those he provided would not match the High Priest's demand. He ordered to bring fifteen of the most fitting ones.

He was back just in time to see Elegir's magic at work. It was terrifying and beautiful at the same time. A creature was emerging from the sea, half dragon, half bird, at least fifty feet in length. It was made of water with the sunlight reflecting on its multicolored surfaces. It went straight to the chains breaking them all at once in a single snap of its maw. Then it raised its head and flew straight for the fortress on the left, hurling its mass at the indestructible walls and towers crumbling them as if they were made of sand.

Astounded, the soldiers on the ramparts, having seen their comrades fall and being crushed on the ground, at once abandoned their positions. The stampede was contagious as the panic seized them all. Large breaches had been made and no one had stayed to face or delay the invaders. The second fortress on the right knew the same fate.

The fleet, ignoring them, continued to advance to the harbor and the city beyond.

After the fury and the suddenness of the attack, an eerie silence reigned, disrupted only by the cry of the wounded, the occasional rolling stone, and the sails and rigging of the ships.

Its purpose gone, the water creature, harder than stone, its beak like a diamond, dissolved, like it had never existed, only its work of destruction and terror remained.

Elegir's figure sagged.

"Bring them to me," he said in a croaked voice.

The officer picked a small boy among the fifteen gathered and handed him to the High Priest who did not have the strength to lift its small weight. The officer had to hold his head in place as Elegir fed off his life force. Only after the third child, was he able to help himself to the next one, devouring them all ravenously and throwing their pitiful remains to the sea for the fish to feed on.

The harbor and town were now laid open to the invasion force. Only a few patrols made of boys and older men had been left to defend both, it had never been considered they would need to fight.

One could have thought, outnumbered and mostly untrained as they were, that they would flee. They did not, this was their town, their kingdom, their families that were menaced. They decided to resist to the best of their abilities until the surviving troops from the fortresses could reorganize and come to their help.

The large vessels of the Alliance fleet entered the harbor which was situated on the left bank at good speed, their steel prows sinking the ships anchored there that had not yet raised their sails to go upstream toward Soonlure. They did not stop at the tangle of wooden docks lifting and breaking them until they were stopped by the debris or upon reaching the bank itself.

The harbor was a lost cause. The town gates and wall were five hundred feet away. A sergeant had taken command of the defenders who were not fit to stop an army of any kind. The entrance to the town was where they would make their stand. The men had formed a line with shields and lances, behind them, the boys were readying their bows and crossbows. They were soon joined by many civilians and sailors armed with clubs, forks, hammers, knives whatever they could find. The goal was to hold back the enemy for as long as possible and give their families enough time to escape.

Elegir was finishing the last child slowly, enjoying his death throes, this one was ten or twelve years old, in better shape than the others and was able to put up some resistance. The High Priest found there was an amusing similitude with the townsfolk gathered ahead.

"Send them the heartless, gobians, and fenders. The order is to kill everyone, everything that stands in their way," he said, as he threw the lifeless and desiccated boy's body off the deck. "There will always be enough blood bags and pleasure toys left in the houses and on the roads leaving this doomed city. We will refill our kennels shortly."

Hatches opened in the boat's hull and ramps were put in place. As soon as they had touched ground, a running tide of nightmarish creatures appeared, skirting the debris to rush at the defenders.

"Let fly," shouted the sergeant, trying to keep a steady voice and not be impressed by the multitude of alien shapes and sizes of their adversaries.

They may have been terrifying and unsettling in their appearance, but they still fell under the arrows and bolts like any other beings which was reassuring for those facing them.

Their lances planted in the ground and their shields held firmly they waited for the imminent clash with determination.

In the town, chaos and disorder reigned. It was rich, and accustomed to quiet and opulence, no such thing had ever happened even during the coming of the Archons. No one knew exactly what was going on, only that the danger was real and coming at them.

The invaders were at the gates and nothing would stop them. The more cautious were gathering a few belongings, food, and water, taking to the road at once. Others were searching or waiting for a missing family member before leaving, a few did not want to abandon what had taken a lifetime to build, some filled a chariot or wagon with as many possessions as they could. There were also those who wanted more information before deciding where to go. To the capital? South? North? To the west?

What was at first only a trickle of people on the roads leaving the town was growing fast with carts, wagons, horses, farm animals, people of every age and shape, walking, running, riding, pushing until it choked the road that was not large enough to accommodate them all. Fear, panic, and despair were settling in.

Against all odds, the defenders won a small respite. About fifty mounted knights coming from one of the felled fortresses had reached the town at breakneck speed and hit the attackers by surprise from the side breaking their assault. More troops would follow on foot, mostly those who lived there and did not want to see their families at risk. The others would not fight, the odds were largely against them, without the protection of the fortresses, they did not have the numbers and one single chance to hold the town. To try would be suicidal. They would retreat in good order and wait for reinforcements, if it ever came.

The horsemen were able to stop the tide for a moment but they were too few to change the outcome, and they were soon toppled and slaughtered by wave after wave of the assailants as more ships were disembarking their troops.

When the heartless and other creatures reached the line of defenders the shock was staggering, it wavered but the creatures were not able to break it at once. The line held; every felled man being immediately replaced by another.

The defenders' numbers dwindled fast, they were facing the heartless that towered above them, who used their long limbs effectively, the fenders with their scaly skin deflecting most arrows, swords, or lance blows. The massive gobians pushed forward, trying to open a breach in the wall of shields.

The sergeant saw it coming but there was nothing he could do to prevent it. No more reinforcements seemed to be coming from the fortresses, if they came, they would be too late. One breach was opened and then another. It was the end, they had resisted perhaps one hour, it would have been minutes without the charge of the cavalry. Was it worth their many losses? He hoped so.

"Sound the retreat," he ordered the bugle boy that followed him, "We've done what could be done, it's everyone for himself now."

Those were his words but not his thoughts. As he moved back as fast as possible, he caught a falling boy and carried him under his arm through the gates, beyond the city walls and herded a few more ahead of him trying to bring them to safety. A sailor who had smashed many heads with his long paddle ran alongside him. Behind them, he heard the city gates closing with many more still on the other side whose death was certain. It would give the little group a few more minutes of lead, nothing more.

"Run, your life depends on it," he said to the boys with him, setting the lad under his arm back on his feet. "Don't stop for anything or anyone."

The town was mostly deserted with a few indecisive people asking for news or others still packing their cart or wagon. The lost ones calling for help or family.

As they reached one of the roads leading out of town it was clogged with a desperate crowd.

"This way," he shouted, leaving the road, and running through the fields; seeking out of instinct the protection of the forest nearby.

That was when the draks attacked the fleeing mass, making mincemeat of them.

As they reached the trees, the sergeant, the sailor, and the five boys with them did not pause, they continued to run until the clamor and shrieks behind them could not be heard anymore and even then, they did not stop, not until they were out of breath and strength.

***

Hegron felt all the eyes watching him and it did not upset him at all, he was quite used to it. Was he not kind of special himself? Not like a prince, like Arthur that he had just met, but for very valid, different, and important reasons.

All the boys in Alina's retinue had been brought to the prince's quarters. The reception had been warm and soon all the attention centered onto Hegron, even before he had stated his name and origin.

"It is becoming quite crowded in our sleeping quarters," said Farrad to Arthur in part, "still, I propose that we make room for this one, he is quite spectacular."

With his silver blond hair, his golden unblemished skin, his striking but sweet features, his near naked and lean forms, highlighted by his tattoos and some jewelry, his piercing but gentle green gaze, Hegron was sure to make a lasting impression on all those present.

"Come, follow me, Hegron," said Arthur, following Farrad's counsel, "you will settle with us. Satin, accompany the other boys to their rooms and make sure they do not lack of anything."

Farrad and Arthur were not the only one interested by the new and mysterious boy who came from the other side, the enemy side, of which they knew so little.

Memphis, after a night of unbridled sexual romp was more than eager to add him to the expanding list of his consorts, as the oldest and the better equipped he believed he would not be rejected, but was the boy already initiated to these pleasures? What were the practices of the Alliance? He had very little information on that. He was quite certain Farrad with his well-known wry smile thought along the same lines and Arthur's words confirmed he had at least two competitors for the boy's charms. Should he let the prince make his move first as precedence would want it? Still, being the first to open his arms to the beautiful boy, perhaps initiate him to the art of love and help him discover its pleasures was a task he would embrace with enthusiasm.

However, Memphis's mood changed fast when he heard the stories of the newcomers and the fate of the Valeans about to befall their own country. How could he think of his own petty pleasures when so much was at stake and he left the others to go train in the arena with Flint tagging along.

"Where are you going? What for? We have been told the master-at-arms is not coming today."

"Maybe, but a war is still at our door and we must train if we want to be ready."

"Memphis is right, we should all go train. The start of fighting is imminent, we should not miss any opportunity to be as ready as we can be," said Arthur. Somehow, he had heard Memphis's words and now they were all going to the arena, Hegron among them.

Memphis, despite his new resolve, did not want to miss this occasion to engage him in a conversation and see where it could lead.

"What is your weapon of choice?" he asked.

"My weapon? I'm afraid I haven't had the opportunity to choose one. In fact, this was not part of my education. I've never really used any except in a game, in a playful manner."

"You never practiced the sword or the bow?" asked a befuddled Flint.

"No … well … wooden ones, not the real thing, I was not allowed. But I'm willing to try. Although I have other means to fight that I discovered only recently."

"What are they?" asked Arthur.

"My voice."

"Your voice?" There were a few laughs all around.

"Don't do that, said Kervan, "I've seen him use it, it is serious, it is magic."

"Can you show us?" asked Memphis.

"Well, I haven't trained with it much either. I don't really know how to control it. I would not want to hurt anyone."

"He's bragging," said Flint. "Show us what you can do with a bow."

Hegron felt that he was being challenged, something he did not know about in his previous life.

"Wait, let me try something," he said, "Put some shields there at the other side of the arena and step away from them."

The pages, Satin and Tanil, curious to see what he could do, hurried to carry out Hegron's instructions.

"Well go ahead, now, demonstrate for us," said Flint.

It was clear no one expected much from it, the young boy was not sure himself of what he could do.

The sound left his throat almost of its own volition, the heavy shields were forcefully thrown away like straw, they were found deformed and one stuck in the other, the metal pierced like butter.

"Incredible," said Arthur, seeing the result and looking at the boy with a new respect, "You should practice to master that gift, it could be quite useful."

"So far, people seem rather afraid of it, that's why I have not used it much."

"Do you have other gifts?"

"Probably, but I don't know yet what they are."

A few of the boys around him moved away at those words, with embarrassed expressions.

"You must discover them and learn to use them," said Arthur with certainty and coming closer.

"Princess Alina advised me against it. I think she's a bit afraid of me."

"Well, she's wrong. You're now under the protection of my father, the king and he will see that matter the way I do."

"Let's hope so."

"Where does that power come from," asked Flint, impressed but suspicious.

"It is a long story, that I would prefer to keep to myself," replied Hegron, with good reason, being the offspring of an Archon would not be well received.

"Of course," said Arthur, "We will have many other occasions to discuss everyone's story. For now, we are here to train."

"Perhaps I could try something else for now, the bow, for example," suggested Hegron.

"Yes, let's see how you cope with that," said Memphis, choosing one that should not be too difficult to draw for a beginner. As their hands met for an instant, the teen felt a strange sensation. A mix of shock and pleasure at that simple contact that left him with the strong desire to renew the experience.

Memphis was in the middle of conflicting interests and emotions. What was to become of him? the teen wondered: there was Flint, then the prince and Farrad and now this magical boy, not counting the upcoming war, the responsibilities of knighthood, their friends still in danger and prisoners at Belvoir. He could soon be overwhelmed.

He was about to help the boy get the hang of the bow and arrow, a perfect occasion to touch his tempting golden skin and see if the phenomenon would happen again when Hegron, without waiting, took the initiative. He single-handedly drew the bow and fired the arrow. The target was set not too far from where the shields had been, at the other end of the arena, and the arrow went straight to its center.

There was silence.

"Beginner's luck," said Flint, who definitely was not receptive to the boy's charms or perhaps resented the attraction he exerted on Memphis and all the others.

"Probably," said Memphis, who did not believe his own words, "Let's try again."

Hegron took a second arrow and effortlessly achieved the same result.

"Seems to me we discovered another of your talents," said Arthur, who had never been that good with the bow. "Could we see what you're worth with a sword?"

It was turning into a game. What other talent would they be able to uncover?

"Well, that's quite a different matter. Could I be the sparring partner, Prince Arthur?"

"Certainly, Memphis, you are most welcome. Shield and sword, nothing too heavy to start with. Be careful not to hurt him."

"Honestly, I don't really know who is the most at risk," said Lygan.

Any training was forgotten for the moment, this was a much better entertainment that they all wanted to see.

Hegron did not know if all this was not going too far or could become dangerous. He had said that Alina was kind of afraid of him, for many reasons, and wondered if she was somehow right to be. At the same time, like everybody else, he was interested in finding out what he could do. For himself, he was not afraid to be hurt by the young man facing him. He knew the look, one of desire, but not like the blood lust of the vampires or the one he had experienced with Tael and a few others before him. No, he knew this boy would be gentle and had good intentions.

This attraction to Hegron, beside Farrad, concerned also the prince and some of the boys gathered around him, who felt the same lure.

"What should I do?" he asked. These were nothing like the wooden swords he had played with before. He could feel the sharpness, the weight of the weapon in his hand, of the shield. These were instruments of death. Lethal, if not handled with care.

"Attack me, do not worry, there is nothing to fear, I know how to protect myself, you can't hurt me and I have no intention to harm you either. We'll go from there."

Hegron stepped forward, Memphis admiring the elegance of his moves, this was a boy god; there was no doubt about it as he struck the teen's shield.

They started to exchange blows tentatively at first and soon with more assurance. Hegron's moves becoming more precise. Without a previous single lesson in the art of sword wielding he was easily matching Memphis and with the blink of an eye taking the advantage. In three sudden sweeps of his shield and sword he had the teen on the ground at his mercy.

"How can that be?" said Flint, "You did it on purpose, Memphis, you let him win!"

"I did not, why would I do that?"

"This is extraordinary," said Arthur, picking up a sword and shield. "Let me be next, I want to see that for myself."

Hegron was not the least surprised of the boys gathered in the arena and took a few steps back.

"Do you really want to do that? Is it safe?"

"I want it for sure, I'm quite good at that game. Let's see what you can do!"

Without waiting, the prince attacked Hegron, not holding back, but not overly aggressive. Hegron warded off all his blows easily while staying on the defensive.

"Come on, fight me, show me what you can do!" said Arthur.

Hegron was hesitant but was also finding some pleasure wielding his sword and entered the fight. The moves and strength came to him naturally without effort and he could guess each of his opponent's attacks before they took place.

Arthur did not want to lose face and was intensifying his blows, taking heedless risks. Farrad was getting worried. He was responsible for the prince and his duty was not to let anything happen to him. He was now realizing they knew nothing of this boy, his powers, or his intentions. He had to stop him. At least put an end to this fight.

Farrad stepped forward, sword in hand. Hegron saw him out of the corner of an eye. His body, his mind reacted before he was really aware of it. He swept the space in front of him with his shield, and without being even touched, Farrad was sent flying away, landing on the sand of the arena that cushioned his fall.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to do that," said Hegron, letting go of his sword and shield and running to the boy. "Are you alright?"

Arthur was right behind him, at once crouching beside his friend, his blood brother.

"Farrad, talk to me."

The boy was rattled but otherwise in good shape.

"Did you see that, I flew! And he did not even touch me. How did he do that?"

"Are you hurt anywhere?" insisted Arthur.

"No, I'm quite all right, I think so, at least. Let me stand up."

With the help of Arthur and Hegron, Farrad was soon on his feet and smiling.

"I'm sorry," repeated Hegron. "All of this should never have happened. It never did before. I don't understand. Why here? Why now?"

"I have no answer either," replied Arthur. "What I know is that my father must be informed of what took place. It is also certain no one here will challenge you again and I propose that you stand back for a time, while the others start their training of the day. I'll personally go tell my father and right now."

"How will the king react? Do you think I might be in trouble?" Hegron asked Memphis, as the prince left them.

"Why would you be? You did nothing wrong." The young knight saw the boy's concern and his hand came to his shoulder to comfort him. The touch was indeed sweet and delightful and turned into a caress. "Come sit with me and tell me more about yourself. You have only friends here and we will all support you.

Hegron liked the feeling of the teen's hand and realized he had been rarely touched during his young life, not that way in any case. He sat with Memphis beside him, whose hand was now caressing his thigh and he leaned against him, his head on the teen's strong shoulder, finding for once a caring presence by his side. He closed his eyes, thinking of all the hardships of the last weeks and hoping he would find, at last, a haven he could consider home and where he would not be treated differently than anyone else. He knew it was wishful thinking but at that moment that was what he wanted.

Memphis, beside him, was troubled but for a very different reason. His erection was tenting his tunic and he was fighting his desire to see his hand get bolder. Was it not the occasion he had wished for since he had set eyes on this wonderful boy?

***

After finding some clothes, Stefan and Pareus stayed hidden for a few hours before deciding to search Belvoir to find someone the boy knew and could trust. Fortunately, he had a good knowledge of the palace, its secret passages and little used corridors, so far, staying invisible to the patrols of mercenaries supposedly searching for them or any of the still missing pages who left with Memphis.

"Where are they?" asked Stefan, starting to question their aimless wandering. "It's been a long time; we should have met with someone by now."

It was true, not only were all the places they had visited been empty, but the palace itself appeared deserted without a single page or squire in sight when they should be everywhere. The mercenaries, for their part, were still very much present, they had been able to avoid patrols and posted guards on a few instances.

"You're right, it is unusual. There's something going on. Perhaps we'll have to leave Belvoir altogether and look for help elsewhere. There's one more hiding place I want to check, perhaps we'll be lucky."

"Hey, you! Stop where you are! Why aren't you with the others?"

A guard had seen them as they turned a corner, he was almost upon them. Instead of running away and trying to escape him, Stefan reacted by instinct, giving vent to the pent-up rage accumulated these last days. He jumped at the man, sending him to the ground by surprise. The knife that had killed Pareus was put to use again. With an unusual strength he plunged it repeatedly in the mercenary's body.

Alteus froze in place, out of fright or was it out of horror at the boy's sudden savagery? He did not know.

"He's dead, Stefan, leave him alone, we must go."

Despite the page's words it lasted until Stefan's hand could not hold the knife anymore. Blood was all over the place.

Alteus swung his head around, looking up and down the corridor and around the corner, "We need to get out of here, but first wipe up all that blood carefully or you'll leave traces of our passage everywhere we go. We'll need to find you some clothes again, and water to wash it out," he said, wanting to bring back some reason to his transformed companion. There was no need to talk of hiding the body it was useless with all that blood.

Stefan ripped off his bloody clothes from his body and then used the tunic to clean himself of the dripping and sticky blood, making sure he left no tracks when he walked, then he threw it away as if it was poisoned. He followed Alteus, naked, still holding his knife, slightly trembling but standing tall and ready to use it again if necessary.

"Alteus, we must hurry, these corridors will be filled with mercenaries shortly. How far till the next place?"

"We're almost there," Alteus replied, while picking up the pace, "Even if we find someone we'll now have to stay put and wait until they forget about us."

"They won't forget about us anytime soon I'm afraid. It's all my fault."

"No, it is not. You did the right thing, you fought back, I should have done the same."

"It's not an easy thing to do. If only it had been Rand under that knife."

"You'll have your revenge and I'll help you, I owe that to Parius, we came from the same village, and think of what those mercenaries did to us since they've been here. He deserved it; you can be certain of that.

Alteus suddenly stopped in front of a statue, "Here we are." He pushed a panel behind the statue that opened with a grating noise. "Anyone in there? It's me Alteus," he called out in a muffled voice.

It was dark in the chamber as they entered and closed the panel behind them.

"Alteus, is that you?" came a voice as a candle was lighted. "What are you doing here?" asked Simur, with Bohfest standing beside him, "Who's that with you? Why is he naked? Have you come to help us?"

***

The war council had started in earnest, the situation was serious.

Atral had exposed the facts, what they knew of them at that moment. The question was whether to send reinforcements to Rigel right away or wait until the situation in the capital is resolved and the mercenaries and their possible allies annihilated.

"Personally," he added, "I would send a regiment right away. We are about certain to have enough forces for an easy victory here. As much as we tried to hide it, I believe our adversaries know we have some troops still gathered here. Showing them leaving the palace would only help precipitate their attack. Once we settle that problem, we will be able to dedicate all of our attention on the new menace on the coast."

"There are two questions to consider, have we underestimated the danger here, and what do we know of the forces attacking Rigel. What chances do they have of setting foot on our land, what are their intentions," one of the generals said.

"It has never been conquered, I believe that fleet will soon learn it the hard way and will go looking elsewhere where it can land, which will not be easy. Their next target could be farther south, Milkweed, perhaps," said another.

"Why wait for the traitors' attack? We can go out and eliminate them, they are in Belvoir and the red quarter mainly; let's bring the fight to them," suggested a portly man.

"Fighting them in our streets, amid the civilians? Not giving their allies the opportunity to declare themselves? That would not be wise," contradicted another councilor.

"We must consider every option. In case they do land, do we have the means to face them without calling back Leto and the army?" asked another man.

"That would be leaving the north without protection and by the time they were here it would be too late anyway," replied the king. "But we have a knowledgeable guest, perhaps we should ask her what she thinks of what has been said."

Alina had listened intently to everyone.

"Thank you, King Aluser. I have the sad advantage of having faced the Alliance in the Vale and of having seen our knights defeated again and again. Our enemy is merciless and cunning, it uses magic on a scale we have not seen since the Archons coming. If they attack Rigel, it is because they think they can take it, probably through magic, like when they captured Cal Marat and Cal Ugol in a single day, isolating the Vale from its neighbors and creating chaos among our ranks. They had never fallen before either. I am sorry to sound so pessimistic but I learned to expect the worst when facing the Alliance. That is what you should do. Not knowing what tricks they'll play on you; I would send orders to evacuate all the cities and villages on their path. Warn everyone that if they stay, they will be slaughtered or used as slaves and cattle to feed the vampires and other hellish creatures in their wake. When you face them, you better be ready and bring forward all your might. They are not just conquerors come to take your kingdom: they are the incarnation of evil like you've never seen before."

"That is a dire speech, Princess Alina, and I must contradict you on one point. We have seen it before and not so long ago. We met with the Archons and we won. Let me think that we can do it again. You were right to warn us, though. What you and your people went through must serve as a lesson. I thank you for those words of wisdom."

"Is emptying our cities, putting our people on the roads, the best answer to this situation. Isn't it premature?" commented a counselor.

"The more you wait, the more you'll lose. Thanks to the draks, flying beasts that can carry several combatants, they can attack in many places and fast. Gather as many forces as you can, bring all the wizards and magicians at your disposal, if you face them too early and not with sufficient strength, you'll never be able to get back in the game. That's what happened to us Valeans," insisted Alina. "This is my counsel; you can do with it as you wish."

"I propose that we deal with one problem at a time. Let's wait for news from Rigel and get rid of the mercenaries first. This is certainly within our capacity," said Atral. "Let's gather as much forces as we can to face an invasion and warn our cities of the danger so that they can react faster if the events turned into our disfavor."

"As usual, you speak soundly, my friend. This is what we shall do," said the king, thinking they were done for the day. "Send a regiment out of the palace, warn the cities, call back all the forces we have available to stop an invasion. I will meet with our magi and see how they can help us. Unfortunately, Tristam is with Leto's army and not with us, he is the most powerful of them, the most trustworthy. Princess Alina, I want you to describe in detail all you know or have seen of our enemy. What kind of creatures we can expect to fight and how to circumvent them? What are their tactics and whatever magic they can wield?"

"You can count on me, all of my knowledge will be put at your disposal, your majesty. The best would be to do it now when all of your counselors and generals are gathered."

"I agree, give them a moment to relay my first orders. As soon as they are done, we will resume this meeting."

As the generals and Atral called the pages to carry their orders and have them sent to their recipients, Alina had a word with Eleander who had stayed silent by her side.

"What do you think? sir knight," she asked him.

"I fear they do not know what they are facing and what will befall them if they don't listen. I think my presence is not required. Perhaps I should go check on my boys?"

"You're probably right. It will be some time until I've told them all I know. Take your leave, I'll call for you in case of need."

As the knight was leaving, two officers entered, rushing toward Sir Atral. A slip of paper was given to him that he read once and then a second time. Before he was done, another was brought to him. He stood up and went to the king talking with one of the generals.

Alina was watching them and knew it was bad news. As much as they tried to hide it, their attitude did not leave any doubt of that.

"Lady Alina, counselors, please be seated," announced the king. "Rigel has fallen, the fortresses have been destroyed. The enemy has set foot on our soil."

"It cannot be!" exclaimed a general.

"Is that information verified?" asked a councilor.

"This is impossible, we've just been warned of the presence of that fleet off our coast. This is a lie!"

"I think not," said Atral. "We have different sources that confirm it."

"What happened? Have we been betrayed? How else could it be!"

"As Lady Alina stated, magic has been used," answered Atral, "and we hope to get more details very soon."

You could read panic on some of the men's faces around the table.

"What shall we do? If Rigel fell so easily. How can we stop them?"

"It is always the same, they are using magic and surprise to frighten us, make us feel unable to fight back, we must not let them impress us. They have not won yet, far from it," said Alina, her words not being too effective on her audience. Let me tell you what I know of their nature and forces.

As Alina spoke, a page came to the king.

"Yes, boy, what is it?

"Your son, your majesty, he is here and demands to be heard."

"Tell him it is not the right time for that. I'll try to see him later. I am not to be disturbed anymore." Then turning back to Lady Alina, he said. "Proceed, we'll listen."

***

The kiss came in the most natural way as Hegron and Memphis's lips came closer. It was sweet and gentle. The teen's arm was embracing the graceful boy and bringing him even closer, his hand finally bold enough to brush his lap and feel a stirring there.

"Perhaps we should seek a more private place?" he suggested.

"I don't know, this is kind of new for me," replied the younger boy.

"Really, how can that be? The list of your suitors must have been without end."

"It did not work that way. I was considered different, I was like a god to many, but it is true a few lusted after me, I've seen it."

"A god, in my arms, how intimidating!"

"Don't make fun of me."

"Never," said Memphis, planting a second kiss on the boy's parted lips. He then raised his head, looking around at the boys occupied with their training; Flint, sword in hand, attacking Lygan. "Come with me, I know where we can go, we should not be disturbed."

He took Hegron's hand, who followed without hesitation.

No one noticed them leaving except Farrad. He did not really mind, his interest for Hegron was not sentimental but more of a physical nature. He could let Memphis be the first to enjoy him as long as his turn came up later. The strange and beautiful boy was a prize he was determined to add shortly to his flirts as he called them. It was meant to happen no later than this coming night when they all shared the same bed and lovers.

Farrad's thoughts turned to one question. Would magic play a role in their coupling? Would the boy bring, willingly or not, that asset to the game? What form could it take? He was sure to ask Memphis at the first occasion. Then came a concern. What was the king going to do when he heard of Hegron's talents? He sure hoped he was not going to lock him up, away from them, for safety's sake. Anyway, it was too late, the dice had rolled, he would know as soon as Arthur was back.

***

Chapter Thirty-Six

Alina had been talking and answering questions for over an hour when the counsel ended. The king had given his orders. All the forces they could gather were to converge toward Sicophant, a fortress on the Soon River. There, they would face the invaders. The men around the table were standing up and leaving with serious faces. The king and Atral exchanged a few last words with some of them before coming to congratulate Alina for her precious help and information.

"Princess, all you said has been scrupulously listened to and will be studied, repeated and used as much as necessary. I have to thank you again," said the king. "But you must be tired, my pages will take you to your apartments. Of course, if anything happens you will be notified immediately."

"There is one more matter I wanted to discuss with you before withdrawing," replied Alina. "Something that only those closest to you must have knowledge of."

"You intrigue me, Princess, what is it?" asked the king as the room emptied. "Pages wait outside," he ordered, and Alina waited for them to be gone with only Atral left with them.

"I avoided the subject in the messages I sent to you on my journey to get here. Perhaps I should have told you at once earlier, it was my intention but we were interrupted by the news of those dire events."

Aluser furrowed his brows, guessing that what they were about to hear was important. "Indeed, please go ahead."

"One of the boys that came with me, of striking beauty, you certainly noticed him, is more than he appears."

"You're speaking in riddles. What do you mean exactly?"

"Maybe we should sit," said Alina, fearing the effect her words might have on the two men.

"Really? Is that necessary?" asked Atral with a smile.

"Yes, it is," insisted Alina. Atral's smile disappeared and the two men sat back at the table joined by Alina. "Are you sure no one can listen to us here?"

"I am quite certain of that," answered Atral.

"The boy in question is called Hegron, he has another name among the Alliance…"

"The Alliance?" interrupted Aluser. "You mean that you captured him. What is his other name? He must be someone of importance, I surmise."

"You are very right; they call him the 'Essence.'"

"What does that mean? Is he the son of one of their kings, of someone else?"

"He is the son of an Archon and I did not capture him, he came to me."

There was a heavy silence for a long moment.

"Why did you bring him here? He should be long dead," said Aluser. The word Archon was enough to inspire dread and fear even in the heart of those two men.

"That was something we discussed among our group, and not only because of his origins, but we finally decided to let him live."

"There's more to be told then. What is it?" said Atral.

First, Alina recounted in what circumstances she had met with Hegron and Tael, fugitives from the Alliance that could be made useful pawns in their fight, but soon it was time to give the last punch.

"We learned why they escaped and were ready to help us in exchange for our protection. Hegron's fate was to be sacrificed on the grave of Akatafelt."

"Why would they do that?"

"They want to bring back the Archons and presume that spilling the boy's blood on that grave will resurrect them."

"Do you believe it? The Archons have been dead for over ten years," stated Atral.

"I don't know, but that idea is enough to chill me to the bone and I am not sure it is a question of belief," affirmed Aluser. "We cannot take such a risk. The boy must die. The sooner the better. Atral, go fetch him and do what has to be done."

Atral was not too keen to carry out such an order, still he would do it, as was his duty.

"Wait," said Alina.

"Why?" replied the king, "We must get rid of that menace."

"That's what I intended to do at first and it may still become necessary in the near future but why rush it. We could have use of him one way or another. First, he seems to have magical powers that are at their early stages but might still become useful in the fight ahead. Second, we could have need of him to bargain with the Alliance. They do not know that we are aware of his final purpose and could want to get him back for a hefty price. It could give us time to gather more forces to face them. Lastly, he is a good boy in every sense of the word but I fear that it will not be considered in your decision."

"What Princess Alina said makes sense, perhaps we should postpone any hasty sentence," said Atral.

Aluser took his time before speaking. For him the name Archon was synonymous to horror and desolation, the simple idea of one of their offspring being alive and able to bring back those dark times was insufferable.

"Take him away from my son and lock him up, Atral. All I can think of for now is to cut the boy's head off; that's what you do with serpents. Perhaps by tomorrow, once we have a better knowledge of the recent events, I might listen to Princess Alina's arguments in a different light."

Atral left the room with Alina, leaving the king in the council chamber lost in his thoughts.

"Atral! Atral, the guards won't let me pass and talk to my father," exclaimed Arthur as he saw the man, "I've been waiting for hours."

"What is of such importance that you wasted all that time? But first let me present you Lady Alina our guest from the Vale. As you may have guessed Princess, this is Prince Arthur."

The buoyant boy calmed down and bowed before the princess.

Alina, in response, curtsied with a smile; the boy was charming and to her liking.

"I'm honored to meet with you, Prince Arthur."

"My best regards Princess Alina." Obviously, the boy's interests were elsewhere. "Can you do something please? I must talk with him."

"Just a moment, Arthur. Sorry, Princess, I fear I must take my leave from you and see what it is the boy has to say of such importance. I'll certainly see you later."

"With pleasure," replied Alina, passing her hand gently in the boy's lustrous hair as she left them following the pages."

"So, what is so urgent that it cannot wait?" asked Atral.

Arthur's words spun around as he recounted in detail the scenes in the arena. He finished with, "I must speak with my father."

"You're right," said Atral, one hand on the boy's shoulder. "Guards, let him pass."

"Won't you come with me?" asked Arthur.

"No, I have another duty to attend to." He left at a good pace, he was curious to see what that boy Hegron looked like and in a hurry to make him powerless to do any harm.

***

Hand in hand, Memphis had taken Hegron to the chamber he had shared with the prince, Farrad, and Flint. A distinctive smell lingered in the room and on the bed sheets after the night of enduring sex the four boys had indulged in.

Hegron noticed it, he knew instinctively its meaning, what had taken place there only a few hours before. That musky odor aroused the boy who was about to discover for the first time the pleasures of sex. This was no game or dangerous teasing like he had known with Tael, this would be for real and he felt ready.

Memphis was already erect as he laid the beautiful boy on the crumpled sheets.

"Have you done this before?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, not really," answered Hegron, "but I'm not an innocent, I've seen it done since my escape."

"Your escape from the Vale?"

"No, after that with Tael." Hegron did not go into more details, perhaps he had said too much already. What did it matter anyway? They all knew he was different, they had seen it, experienced it. Eventually his origins would be revealed. He might not have another occasion with Memphis. What was to be his reaction when the whole story was divulged?

Hegron felt Memphis kiss him delicately and he spontaneously opened his mouth feeling the teen's tongue come inside, exploring. It was a strange sensation, far from disagreeable. He felt one hand caressing his flank while the other played with his long cascading hair. It was so different from Tael's brutalizing attempts as he embraced Memphis, bringing him closer.

Memphis's arousal was heightened, with his erect cock a prisoner of his loincloth, yearning to be freed. In the same way, his heavy tunic prevented him from being skin to skin with this alluring boy that had taken up all his attention in the blink of an eye.

Memphis gently pulled away, getting rid of those cumbersome garments. Hegron, with only a sash round his hips was fast naked too.

They paused for a moment, looking at each other, the lithe and slender forms of the younger boy and the more developed teen's body hinting at the man he would soon become. Both were now fully erect; desire was all over their faces and postures.

Memphis had to hold back his craving to possess the boy right away, he was entranced by Hegron's overwhelming drawing power, his strange seductiveness. He had to recall the day he had first laid with Flint with all the tact and necessary precautions and try to do the same here. It was mostly a selfish move; he did not want to scare away this extraordinary boy and risk losing him.

"I want you," said Memphis. "Will you let me?"

Hegron had a good knowledge of the meaning of those words.

"Will it hurt?" he asked, at the same time willing to do it and afraid, even if Memphis was in no way like Tael.

"It might, but just for a moment, at the beginning, since it's your first time. I'll be careful not to hurt you and bring you as much pleasure as I can." The teen's hand was caressing Hegron's thigh and going up to seize and knead one of his precious cheeks, his fingers grazing the boy's pucker. "Will you let me?" he repeated, kissing the boy's brow.

"I will let you try; I'll tell you if it hurts."

"We will need some grease to ease my entry." Memphis went to the jar already used the previous night and not yet emptied. That is when he saw Flint at the door, tears in his eyes.

"Flint! What are you doing here?" His words were certainly inappropriate.

"Isn't it me that should be asking. I thought you loved me. You're a liar. How many boys have you gone with while saying I was the only one?"

"I'm sorry, Flint, of course I love you, don't you know it? You're the only one."

"Liar, how can you say that when I just surprised you with that boy."

"Because it's true, you must feel it, those sentiments are difficult to fake. Please believe me."

Memphis had pulled away from Hegron who looked alternatively at the two of them. The magic of the moment was gone, he was confused and all he wanted was to be elsewhere.

"That's not what my eyes tell me, look at you!"

Memphis' erection had not gone down yet, how do you explain that.

"It means nothing, like we did that night with Farrad and the prince, it does not change what we feel for each other. You were the first one to accept to share their bed, did I reproach you?"

"No, because you didn't care." Flint's tone was not as assured as before, the teen's words had perhaps started to reach their goal. "We were together to agree yesterday. This is not what happened now. Why? Did he bewitch you?"

"No, I won't say that, I was at fault, it is me that brought him here. I'm sorry, I should not have done it."

"He bewitched you, I tell you. Like everybody else with his tricks."

"I did nothing of the sort," replied Hegron. "I'm sorry if you were hurt, that was not my intention. I didn't know you were together. I'll leave you now to settle your dispute." Hegron picked his sash and left without a word for Memphis.

"You've been against him since he arrived here," said Memphis, "denigrating all he's done."

"He bewitched you and all the others, he's not what he looks like."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't like him and I don't trust him. I'm certain he hides something."

"I don't recognize you, Flint, you're such a sweet boy, come into my arms, I think you need some cuddling."

Flint resisted for an instant but this invitation was impossible to refuse and he came to Memphis who enveloped him in his strong arms and kissed his dried tears. All he had said was true, he loved this boy. His feelings for Hegron were of a different, more sexual nature.

***

"Count Kyllian, welcome, you arrived just in time. How many men did you bring?" asked Melchior.

"Close to two thousand, I left them at the city gates."

"I would have expected more. Is that all the dark council can do?"

"Of course not, don't you think it will be enough?"

"What do you say, Brencar?"

"The more of us the better, of course," said the mercenary commander, "but we are counting on surprise and speed rather than numbers for this. The remaining question is how many troops are still in the palace and where is the king. If we let him find refuge in the keep it could take us days to finish the job."

"Unfortunately, we have little reliable information on that," said Orville. "Could you tell us more Melchior?"

"Unfortunately, no. Tristam has it warded against magic. I have not been able to pass through."

"What we know is that one full regiment left the palace an hour ago and the king was not leading them. From our estimations that doesn't leave too many of them inside to defend it."

"We don't have a choice," said Kyllian, "we must attack and seize the palace to show the Alliance our value and our strength."

"I agree with you, Count, we will gain nothing if we just stand by and let them do all the work," replied Melchior. "We will start the attack on the palace at midnight. It seems that the city patrols have been reduced, a good sign they may be stretched thin on available troops. We should begin to neutralize them and do the same to the guard posts at the gates to let your troops enter, Count. That way we will be able to get in position near our objective without hindrance."

"We will be successful and it will be a fatal blow to the kingdom," said Kyllian. "Without a king it will fall to pieces. The council has taken all the necessary measures to insure chaos in every province."

"Only one of the twins is there, the other is with Leto. As long as there is one heir alive, the kingdom will hold together," said Brencar.

"That was the Beast's job to rid us of the other one. I fear it is a lost cause. Could it still happen at this point?" asked Kyllian.

"I'm afraid not, you're right, all indications show the Beast is no more," answered Melchior. "Anyway, we will execute the king and as many of his kin that we can find. His lineage will be extinct, this will be a good start."

"I will take good care of the twins one at a time, I'll bide my time for the second one and concentrate on Arthur for now," said Rand.

Rand had searched for his escaped boy toys for hours and was enraged. All the pages, squires and the rest of the palace personnel had been gathered and imprisoned in one of the great halls, he had asked for one or two to play with to compensate for his loss. It had been refused, Melchior telling him there were more important and urgent matters to take care of and that he had to learn to endure some frustration.

"We are not here to satisfy all of your wishes, my son. You will do what you are told when you are told. No more and no less."

Count Kyllian had not changed his attitude toward his son, as condescending and emotionless as before. They had never taken a moment to talk about the death of Rand's two brothers.

"Of course, father," said the boy, while thinking the opposite.

"What about the garrisons in Elspeth and Demeter?" asked Brencar.

"They are very much depleted of men and no menace to our troops," answered Orville. "It appears, Aluser is sending all his remaining forces to face the Alliance. He'll bring no reinforcements here. There's nothing that will stop us."

"Only a few hours left of waiting. We will leave you, Brencar, you have much to do yet," said Melchior. "Rand, will you come with me? You could play with Boy for a while."

The boy with no name was not much fun anymore, barely conscious of what was done to him, only his toothless mouth was of any use. A replacement was called for anytime now.

"No thank you, I'll follow your counsel and rest to prepare for the fight this night."

"Finally, some responsible words, my son," said Killyan. "For my part I will ensure the troops I brought enter the city as discreetly as possible."

Despite his words Rand had no intention of resting. No one was searching for Stephan and Altus anymore; they were lost to him for the moment but he did not despair to get his hands on them once they were victorious. Anyway, he had no intention to be deprived of the kind of entertainment he enjoyed. He went to the guard post in front of the doors that led to the imprisoned squires and pages and boldly ordered to enter.

The guards were surprised but had no reason to refuse. They knew him well; word had spread of his shady tastes and his status as Melchior's protégé. Rand did not linger, the guards used whips to corral the boys and girls along with a few men and women being held there, who sent him fearful but also hateful looks. His choice of two comely boys was swiftly made and he left with them without a question being asked.

"What do you want from us?" asked the bigger one, a young squire. He was observing his surroundings: Rand was alone, his only weapon a knife, the palace appeared mostly empty, this might be an occasion to escape. "Where are you taking us?"

"I need sparring partners to train for tonight. What are your names?"

"I am Bertil, I can certainly do that." You could hear a certain relief in the brown-haired boy's voice, "But Evan, here, is a page with no training and useless to you."

"Don't worry, he'll have his use, he's a pretty one. He can entertain us. Won't you Evan?"

"Yes, as it pleases you," answered the fair-haired boy respectfully. "Could you tell us what is going on? Why we were held in the great hall? What will become of us? Are the mercenaries here to stay?"

"That's a lot of questions. You were both part of the auction and probably have been mistreated. I have good news: the mercenaries are leaving Belvoir today."

"Why?" asked Bertil, not quite believing Rand.

"The Alliance has landed on the coast."

"They were attacking the north," replied Bertil.

"Things change. Still, it is good news for you."

The boys looked at each other, it was too good to be true. They had seen Rand at the auction, his glee and encouragements as the mercenaries brutalized the poor boys and girls on the auction block. He was not to be trusted.

"Here we are, the arena," exclaimed Rand with a wicked smile. He had no preconceived idea on what he wanted to do with the boys when he had picked them, he only knew they would be probably dead when it was over. "We'll find all we need here."

Rand did not question his need to torture and kill. This had always fascinated him, even before he arrived at the Elyseum and heard about the Beast or Leto's dark harem. Melchior's tutelage had only given him the opportunity to develop his appetite and skills. His plans were now well laid, he would incapacitate the younger boy by cutting his Achille's tendons, ensuring no possibility of escape, then deal with the older one in a fair fight. He believed he could not lose and taking a small risk would boost his excitement. He would try not to kill him too fast and fuck his more or less dead body before dealing with Evan. He had two good hours ahead to enjoy the two of them.

"Weapons are stored there," said Bertil, pointing with a finger. "The place is deserted, it's all ours."

"Good, we will not be bothered by anyone. Let's go."

As they were getting closer to the arena armory, a whistle was heard and two boys appeared out of nowhere who had been hidden behind the pillars. More boys were coming out of the armory fully equipped with sword, lance, shield, some with bows. Stephan was among them.

Rand could not believe his eyes. His knife was out of its sheath in an instant but there was nothing he could do with it. His only hope was to flee.

"Catch him," shouted Stephan, "I want him alive."

As Rand was turning around to run away from the mob, he was tackled to the ground by Bertil, hitting the tiles with force and knocking his head against a bench; he let go of his knife.

"You little scum," he screeched between his teeth. There was nothing he could do, it was too late, they were upon him.

That is when he felt a searing pain in his calf. Stephan had planted his spear in it and he shrieked in pain.

"You're going nowhere now, you monster. It's time to pay," growled Altus.

"Watch out!" warned Bohfest. "Guards."

Three mercenaries alerted by Rand's cry of pain had come to investigate. At first, they did not hesitate to come forward to confront the boys but soon retreated. Even if they were only facing untrained pages and a few squires, arrows were flying too close for their safety.

"Let's get some reinforcements and shields," said one of them as he ducked one more arrow and they were gone.

"We must leave this place at once," said Bohfest, "they'll be back any minute and in numbers."

There were fifteen boys in all, some had been part of Memphis's group, others had gone into hiding when the mercenaries had ordered them to gather in the great hall. They had found each other by chance before meeting with Stephan and Pareus who had convinced them to fight back and get weapons.

"What do we do with him? Slit his throat?" asked Bertil.

"No, he must suffer for all he has done," said Stephan. "We take him with us."

"Can he walk?"

"If necessary, we'll carry him," said Pareus.

"Why take such a risk, kill him, or leave him here, there's no time for this. Let's go back to our hideaway before they're all over the place looking for us," said Arthus, one of the squires.

"Turn him around," said Stephan in an ominous tone. "You're right, he's not worth any of us being captured or killed. We must end it now." He looked into Rand's eyes as he plunged his spear in the boy's belly and turned it causing irreparable damage. "You'll die but not right away. I hope you suffer for days before death takes you. Go to hell."

"Let's move," ordered Arthus.

They left at a run leaving Rand in a pool of blood behind them.

***

Gravenese held a naked Etos in his arms.

No moment was to be wasted when they could be together and alone. The man's rod was deeply buried between the boy's twin cheeks, slowly and barely moving in and out. He was still dressed, ready to answer any call for action. They were comfy, simply bewitched by the presence of the other, exchanging sweet kisses and caresses.

The tattoos were fresh on the boy's skin as well as those of the man. Everywhere in the camp they were dancing and changing– becoming more potent, this was to be a day of rest and love after the night's victory. They were meant to ward off the enemy's dark magic. They would soon know if they were successful.

Gravenese had always been wary of magic, nonetheless this time he had no choice, the stakes were high and he trusted Tristam.

"I want to come with you," said the boy.

"No, it is too dangerous, you'll stay with your friends and Leto."

The boy had pestered him since morning. Gravanese by nightfall would lead a party of guerrilla fighters. They were to harass the Alliance troops coming to meet the Alsoon army by any means possible. Their knowledge of the terrain and the deep forests of the area would help them. The draks were their main worry. Despite their diminished number they were still an important menace, capable to strike back fast and spot their presence when exposed.

"I know a few boys are going with you," insisted Etos.

"Yes, but just to watch the horses and some menial work, nothing of importance."

"That suits me fine as long as I'm with you."

"I don't want to lose you."

"And I don't want to be separated from you," repeated the boy snuggling against the man.

"Why don't you let him go with you, he is of age and you'll be together, what else can one ask in these troubled times," said Leto at the entrance to the tent. "I see that you finally discovered the pleasure of sharing a boy's love. I was getting worried about you."

"Indeed, it seems this beautiful boy won my heart. Do you need me?" said the knight disengaging from the boy with regret.

"Not really but since you'll be leaving shortly, I wanted to review our strategy with you. Our scouts have brought back some interesting information that could serve you."

"I'm coming, Etos, get dressed and prepare your things. You heard Leto; you're coming with me."

The boy jumped at the man's neck, kissing him with enthusiasm, and then did the same to Leto.

"Thank you, my Lord, I fear that without your intervention I would have stayed at the camp."

"As long as you both come back, I'll be happy," replied Leto. "I am certain that with you by his side, Gravenese will be less inclined to take unreasonable risks. Follow me my friend."

They walked through the camp to Leto's tent. High in the sky, draks were flying by, spying.

They met with three other knights who each would also lead a group of two hundred guerrilla fighters. A map was on the table in front of them.

After a few words of encouragement and recommendations to the men, Leto finished his speech with, "For evident reasons, as much as possible, you are not to leave the cover of the forest, which fortunately is dense and covers a lot of ground in this area. Again, one of your first tasks will be to prevent our enemy from entering the woods. Good luck to you all."

They left; and Leto was now alone with Gravenese.

"Look at the map, if we keep them out of the woods and they stay on the road or march through the fields, they will arrive at the bottom of the Minstrel Hills. That is the place I have chosen to stop them. They will be in a basin, surrounded and dominated on three sides. Our scouts tell us we will be of equal numbers, they have divided their forces, sending many troops to attack the nearby towns. It will help us greatly to win that battle. I want it to be decisive and to send what is left of them back to Cal Marat."

"Isn't it too obvious?" said Gravenese, "They fell in our trap once already. Will they do it again?"

"They don't know the terrain as we do and logically should feel superior to us after their success in the Vale. But we will also do all we can to convince them they have the upper hand, that we fear them. First, we will be moving the camp back south to the Hopi lake, which is a good defensive position. The camp, but not the troops. They will march under the cover of the night to the top of the hills that are heavily wooded, we will show ourselves only when we attack."

"But what about our war machines, how are you going to move them through the woods? And how do you plan to fool them? With the draks, they'll see the camp is empty."

"For the war machines, they are made of different parts, they will be dismantled and rebuilt once we get there, a few hours march. For the camp we are in the process of recruiting some of the refugees fleeing in front of them and they will take our place there using all our unused equipment. I will also have some of our engineers put them to work and build defenses. It should be enough to fool the draks watching us. The Alliance probably knows that more regiments are coming from the south and west to join us, they'll think we want reinforcements before we face them. It is a question of a day, two at the most, we can hope to be victorious by then."

"I like it, it could work."

"It must, we have to stop them before they bring more troops from the Vale."

"Have they started marching again?"

"No, they are still healing their wounds, it seems. We obviously killed a lot of their draks, which are an important asset in their strategy. They'll probably get on the move again tomorrow."

"Good, we'll be in position by then and able to do some damage as well as leading them to your trap," said Gravenese.

"Be very careful, they took the Vale with an astonishing ease, they might have a few more tricks up their sleeve, also, after their defeat they might regroup and augment their numbers or get more support from Cal Marat, it is less than a day away."

"I'm quite aware of that and you must take it into account yourself."

A captain interrupted them. "My lord, your sons have arrived."

"I'm coming, I was expecting them."

"I'll see you in a few days, Leto, and, with some luck, we will celebrate our victory."

"Yes, my friend, we will do that. Take care."

***

Atral entered the courtyard alone, he did not want to alarm the boy, the scope of his magical talents was unknown. Fortunately, the prince was safe with his father and whatever happened would be of lesser consequence if he got wind of what awaited him and resisted. Ten men were waiting on the other side of the door, ready to intervene if necessary.

He could hear voices and the clash of swords coming from the small arena and took the few steps that lead to it. All the boys seemed to be gathered there and there was quite a number of them. His eyes searched for a moment among the glistening and near naked slender bodies for his target, realizing he did not really know what the boy looked like. He would have to ask Farrad or one of the pages.

He was about to call to one of them when he felt a presence behind him.

"Who are you?" the boyish and clear voice said as he turned around.

Atral was speechless and incapable of uttering a sound for a long minute. He was now facing the beautiful boy that had addressed him. Beautiful, for Atral, was probably not a word strong enough to describe him and the feelings that sight had produced. It was physical, he felt it in his guts, his loins, the attraction was immediate, it was a tsunami, something he had never thought possible was happening. Atral had never fallen in love in his life. It had been a key choice on his part. He had decided that celibacy was what fitted him best with his responsibilities toward the king. He had no time to dedicate to a wife or Eros and feared that being attached to anyone would expose him, make him vulnerable. This was out of the question; his life would be dedicated to the kingdom and nothing else.

Not that he did not have needs like everybody else. Each week a different boy or girl was brought to him so that he could satisfy any longing for the pleasures of the flesh. His taste was for the dark-haired, olive-skinned ones of both sexes, the opposite of the young creature he was now contemplating.

"I am Sir Atral. Who are you?" he finally answered, knowing already the boy's reply. How could it be otherwise.

"Hegron."

"What a coincidence, I was looking for you," Atral was trying to hide his feelings and keep a neutral expression.

"Really, I don't know you."

"I came to fetch you; the king wants to see you."

"Why?"

"Don't you know? He talked with Princess Alina."

"I see, I understand."

"Will you come with me?"

The boys in the arena had stopped their games, they were now listening and watching them.

"Do I have a choice?"

"There is always a choice."

"I trust you, Sir Atral and I'll do as you say."

The man was relieved, he knew he would not have been capable of forcing the boy or harm him in any way. He was also distraught, he would never be able to carry out the king's order to kill the boy if it came, which he feared likely.

"Come with me then. Resume your games boys, Hegron will be back with you shortly."

"Sir Atral," said Farrad, "Have you seen Arthur? Did he tell you what Hegron has done?"

"Yes, to both accounts, he is quite an extraordinary boy, don't you think? And now we must go. Follow me Hegron."

As he passed by his side, the man's hand fell on the boy's shoulder and that first contact was electrifying. He pulled it back. Both had felt it and they exchanged a befuddled look before Hegron, shaking himself, started to follow. A few paces further he caught up with Atral and his hand reached for the man's larger one, a young child's gesture. A strange harmony took hold of them as they went through the portal.

The men on the other side saw them coming and soon let go of the pommel of their swords, seized by the same feeling of calm and balance.

"I have no more need of you," said Atral, "go back to your other duties," he told them.

He did not take the direction of the grim jail situated in the fortress basement but went to his apartments. Lethos, his right-hand man was there.

"Sir Atral, Who is this boy? Where did you find him? What a lovely creature, though not your usual fare, quite the opposite in fact. I am the one picking them up for you, you'll have to tell me if you wish for more diversity."

"This is different, the boy will be my guest for a few days. No one is to know of his presence."

"This goes without saying, sir."

"But you told me the king wanted to see me," said Hegron, not understanding.

"He'll see you in a short while, do not worry," answered Atral caressing the boy's cheek. "Come with me, I'll show you around."

Atral's apartments were modest compared to many other councilors. There was one office, a small dining room and a bedroom. It was decorated with taste and without ostentation.

"There is only one bed," said Hegron.

"Do you mind?" Atral was standing close to the boy looking down, his breath shallow, taken by strange emotions and a flamboyant desire for the child.

"No, you can do as you wish."

The double meaning applied to them both as Atral's hands were now exploring and enjoying the boy's soft skin and shapes. He bent over and their lips touched.

Hegron knew this was no game, it was quite different from his fling with Memphis. This time it was totally unexpected, profound and serious.

"I cannot stay, the king is waiting. I have a thousand matters to attend to," Atral was saying with regret, as his body, his hands, could not be detached from the boy.

It was Hegron now who was taking the initiative, unbuttoning the knight's cape that fell on the thick carpet, opening his tunic. They fell on the bed, now openly kissing. Atral trying clumsily to get rid of his clothes helped by the boy. Hegron was already nearly naked, a constant distraction for the man who wanted to embrace all of the tender flesh exposed.

It was rushed and intense, Atral's shaft was finally freed and rubbing against Hegron's slender boyhood, both gorged with blood and eager but not of the same size.

Without being prompted, Hegron raised his legs, and Atral's hands in response held them in place, his glans now leaking as they brushed against the child's virgin pucker. They exchanged a simple look before he pushed forward. There was no time for preliminaries and only the precum for lube. Hegron's pain was intense but accepted. His open-mouthed cry was silent as tears came to his eyes.

The ring was tight and it appeared not about to yield. As much as he wanted to possess the boy now and then, when he saw the child's discomfort Atral relented.

"Why," asked Hegron.

"Sorry, I'm hurting you." He was not a man used to excuses.

"I don't care, I want you inside. I can do it."

"No, not like that. You're a virgin, I don't want you to suffer from it, this has to be about pleasure. There are other ways."

"Do you want my mouth?" asked Hegron who would do anything to please the man.

"No, you're no whore, paid to please me. Get on your side and press your thighs together. It will do for now."

The boy complied and Atral came to spoon him, one arm around his chest while his hand seized his vibrant small boner. He rubbed his own shaft against Hegron's round cheeks and then slipped it between the luscious thighs, starting a delightful to and fro motion. At each passage his sensitive glans pushed on the resisting pucker. It lasted only a few minutes before he climaxed and spent his seed over the sheets. Hegron's orgasm was equally strong with some clear liquid spewing forth.

"I am sorry, I hurt you, I should have known better, I could not stop," said the man kissing the boy's dried tears.

"It was to be," said Hegron. "I love you."

The words were unexpected, absurd, but the man never doubted their veracity.

"I love you too," were his last words before he pulled up his breeches, closed his tunic and picked up his cape. They exchanged one last kiss; he was gone the next second. The boy on the bed, massaging the hole that wanted to be filled. had a satisfied grin on his face, he was certain Atral would return to him shortly.

***

Chapter Thirty-Seven

It had been two days since the siege had started. It was the night of all dangers.

Tael had spent most of his time enjoying the company of the boys at his disposal. His attitude toward them had kept improving and he was the first one surprised by the change. He had even called back to him Aeri and Berolt that he had put aside and neglected since his arrival, he had not shown them his usual scorn or bad treatment, on the contrary, those two with Sukumvit and Martin were now always with him with the addition of Soren who had recovered enough to offer Tael his services and charming body in gratitude for the wizard's care.

Soren was a prize of choice for the man, he knew that he could do whatever he wanted with him, all would be accepted. He was again the first surprised when, contrary to his earlier plans, he bedded the boy and expressed love rather than aggressiveness or cruelty. There was a profound change taking place, he felt it but was not able to understand how it could have come upon him. He was progressively abandoning the Alliance's motto of death and pain and seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.

Sandor, who had disliked him from the beginning and for good reasons had seen the change but was nonetheless still wary of him. It could have been one more artifice of the wizard. They had met a few times to prepare for what was to occur that night.

As the hour of the attack approached, Tael had chosen to spend the remaining time making love to Soren alone. He was getting quite fond of the familiar and was discovering with great pleasure his talents. Few, who were not vampires, had the privilege to lay with a familiar and discover what the result of years of training had produced. The boy was a sex machine that knew all the ways and tricks to give full satisfaction to his master. Tael was on a rollercoaster of pleasure beyond anything he had known before. He was like putty in the boy's hands who had taken the lead of their coupling. Every asset of Soren was put to use: hands, feet, mouth, lips, tongue, hair, thighs, buttocks, armpits, neck, cheeks, knees – all had a function and exquisite purpose. Tael had soon forgotten everything of his previous behavior when having sex with boys and could enjoy Soren without resorting to his usual ploys.

"You are exhausting me, my angel, I'll be in no shape to fight if it goes on like this much longer," said the wizard after his third climax.

"Do you wish for a pause?" asked Soren, whose feet were expertly reawakening Tael's shaft.

"Certainly not, who knows, if I perish, at least I would have known those moments of bliss unlike any other. Even Sandor might not be able to equal them with Losfend."

"What will it be then, my mouth or my love canal?"

"I think I'll try them both again and see later where I finally want to spill my seed."

With the suppleness of a cat, Soren offered himself to the man's restored member and Tael was soon buried deep in the boy's recesses whose muscles worked their magic while his satiny skin and sweet mouth were a delight to the wizard. All his thoughts were now centered on that moment, what had come before and what was to come later did not exist until there was a knock on the door.

Before answering he took the time for one last powerful orgasm and separated from the boy with regret.

It was Aeri, come to tell him that he was expected in the main hall. The preparations for the attack were about to be completed.

He dressed fast and kissed the boy goodbye before leaving the room.

The atmosphere in the main hall was tense when he arrived accompanied by his four boys equipped with bows and arrows, short swords at their belt and a large shield at their back.

Sandor was waiting for them with Losfend and Levit; Astar and Safir were by his side and Trelander was exchanging a few words with them.

"We are ready, the tunnels are clear, everything is in place," said the commander.

"Let's go then," replied Sandor.

"Good luck," said Trelander.

Outside a column of soldiers had formed and they took the lead. They went to the tunnels access and descended the ladders. Below, two men with torches were waiting for them to show the way. A few exits had not been destroyed and could still be used. There, they met more troops coming from the second stronghold and they went up in silence. Outside the night was dark and cloudy as they took their positions. Tael and Losfend were at the center, well protected behind a wall of shields. Archers were on both sides, several ranks of them. The goal was to hit the enemy hard and fast to prevent it from organizing and retaliating.

"Now," ordered Sandor.

First, a volley of arrows left their ranks, then it was balls of fire sent by Losfend that illuminated the night and exploded, setting fire to the tents and everything that could burn in the Alliance camp. More troops were coming out of the strongholds to push their advantage while the catapults and other war machines on the battlements sent more raining death and destruction upon the enemy. The surprise appeared total, not only because the attack was not expected but also because it did not come directly from the strongholds and they probably wondered if it was not reinforcements come to break the siege, adding more confusion and fear.

After a few minutes of battering and despite heavy losses the Alliance forces finally found the resources to reorganize and retaliate. Arrows and bolts left their rank and a counter attack was mounted.

The stronghold troops were now deployed and advancing with Trelander at their head and the enemy was forced to fight on two fronts. The Alliance had not forgotten the previous assault, their first lines were composed of Gubians and Trolians, who, with their claws, fangs and natural attributes could fight without armor or weapons made of metal, the heartless for their part held wooden clubs and pikes. So far there had been no sign of magic on the Alliance side as it had been hoped.

The battle issue was still uncertain but with a clear advantage for the Alsooners, whose arrows, bolts, balls of fire and other means of death fell enough enemies to break their assault. Tael for the moment had only set up his magic shield that protected them all. They had not lost one man so far.

Sandor and all those with him that had witnessed so many defeats in the Vale were incredulous and galvanized. The Alliance was not invincible after all and could in turn be defeated, being superior in numbers it seemed they had underestimated the determination and will to fight of their opponent. The battle was now turning into a rout for them.

The drums accompanying the counter attack had changed rhythm and their ranks were disintegrating, moving back in disorder toward Cal Marat.

Sandor was about to give the order of pursuit.

"Let's follow them to Cal Marat and kill as many of them as we can on the way," said Astar beside him, a smile, or rather a smirk, on his face at the prospect. "Perhaps we could take back the fortress."

Sandor was looking at Trelander's troops in the distance, in the reigning darkness it was difficult to know what they were doing, giving pursuit or keeping their position. If he listened to Astar and what his instinct dictated, they would be on open ground, exposed, leaving the strongholds behind them and without the possibility of a safe retreat. He suddenly had the strange feeling that it had been too easy, so far, he had seen only ferocious and merciless fighters who never left the battleground before a victory, at the same time he had never seen them lose a battle.

"Losfend, illuminate the night," he said to the boy, "toward the Cal."

He was immediately obeyed and three balls of fire left the child's hand to explode high in the sky. He could see that Trelander's troops were indeed trying to catch up with the fleeing enemy, marching fast toward the fortress. Sandor knew at once that it was a mistake even before they could hear the shrieks of the draks who had appeared above the Cal.

"It's a trap!" exclaimed Sandor. Back to the tunnels!"

"What about Trelander?" asked Astar.

"Tael, Losfend, try to safeguard his retreat. We will stay here as long as we can."

"They'll never have enough time to get back, the strongholds are undermanned, they will be taken," said Tael with reason.

"Is there anything you can do?" asked Sandor.

"We're too far away, magic has its limits."

Losfend had started sending more fire balls but indeed the distance was too great and they were mostly ineffective. Trelander had seen the danger and was fast backtracking. The gates of Cal Marat had opened with more Alliance fighters joining the ones that were now marching forward again.

"Try something, anything," pleaded Sandor.

"Let me try this," said Tael, starting an incantation.

They all watched the draks slowly close the gap with the retreating troops, there were hundreds of them ready to pounce on them and more coming toward the fighters left around Tael and Losfend. It was a slow process to go back down those ladders and evacuate everybody.

The only good news was that the fireballs were now more effective and did more damage but it was not enough to change the issue.

Tael clapped his hands and stood straight, silent and concentrated, but nothing much was happening. All around him shields were raised and bows at the ready.

"There's not much time left before they are upon us," alerted Astar. "Either we stay and fight or we go to the tunnels this moment!"

"They'll be within range shortly," said Sukhumvit bending his bow.

Sandor felt a slight breeze rising, coming from behind him that rapidly gained in strength. This was on the ground but in the night skies it was ten times, and then a hundred times as strong, and continued to build up. The draks were swept away like straw by that irresistible gale and pushed back toward the Cal, their riders were unsaddled and lost.

The same phenomenon reached those about to attack Trelander's retreating men, in the same manner and with the same results.

Tael fell to his knees. He had saved the day or should we say the night and was exhausted, he was helped to stand again and walk. Losfend had equally gone to his limits and Sandor took him in his arms as they waited their turn to go down the ladders.

They had escaped a disaster by a very small margin but were finally able to return to the strongholds with mixed feelings. They spent the rest of the night on the battlements waiting for an attack that did not come.

***

The sergeant, Testar, the sailor, Wyfren, and the small group of boys that had escaped from Rigel had stopped before the rise of the sun and found a refuge under the thick canopy of trees.

"How can you think of doing such a thing in our situation?" asked Testar.

"It keeps my mind away from the perils at hand, Sergeant. Don't you think this boy is cute as pie? He would gladly serve you too, he admires you. Don't forget you saved his life."

They were talking in hushed tones, the four other boys with them were sleeping. They had been walking a large part of the night to be invisible to the creatures patrolling the skies and searching for people fleeing Rigel and the surrounding villages. The first rays of the sun would soon be seen on the horizon, it was time to hide. Testar was keeping watch over them, he had heard the sailor, Wyfren, having his way with Lance, the fallen boy he had rescued and carried under his arm at the gate.

"I did what I had to do, nothing more."

"You're missing out, I tell you. He told me he's been the favorite of a large part of the town militia but he is still as tight as a virgin while being talented."

"How would you know how a virgin boy feels like?"

"More than you can think. I have visited many harbor towns and far countries, some, where boys are not the prize of choice for bed companions and virgins are aplenty for those who know how to seduce them or have a few coins to spare."

"Lucky man, but now you should try to sleep, I'll wake you later when it's your turn to be on watch."

"Honestly, I don't really feel like sleeping, after all we've seen and heard. What do you think is happening? What are those strange creatures that have attacked us and feed on humans?"

"It is clear we're being invaded. We thought they were coming from the North, the Vale, but we were wrong. They're here now and with no one to stop them."

"Do we have a chance to escape them?" asked Lance fearfully, still held in Wyfren's arms.

"Of course, if we are careful and stay away from the road, towns and villages. They can't be everywhere. You need to rest though; we have a long journey awaiting us if we want to reach the capital. There we should be safe; the king will protect us."

"Aren't there other fortified towns between here and there?" asked the sailor.

"There are, of course, but after what happened at Rigel, Soonlure, in my opinion, is a much safer place."

After a moment of silence, they heard the flapping of heavy wings and the distinctive cry of the draks above, there were several passing by in the night sky.

"They're everywhere," said Lance, getting closer to Wyfren if it was possible.

"They can't see us," said Testar reassuringly.

"But perhaps they can smell us," whispered the boy.

"No, they're too far, remember they didn't pick up our scent at the village," replied the sergeant while Wyfren seemed less confident.

"They were quite occupied too," said the sailor holding the boy tight and caressing him gently.

None of them wanted to remember the scene they had witnessed the previous day. They had heard and could imagine what had occurred on the road when leaving Rigel and knew their good fortune to have run for cover in the forest instead of following the crowd of fugitives, but they had seen nothing of it.

It had been quite different at the village. Testar had friends there that he wanted to warn of the recent events and ask them for food and some necessities they might need for the journey, tell them to join their little group and to flee the area.

They had been about to leave the forest when they heard the shrieks of the draks above and saw them with their vampire riders appear in the sky and attack the quiet village. They were not alone, heartless had surged from the road running fast, brandishing instruments of death at the end of their long limbs that were immediately put to use.

The villagers were surprised at work, tending their fields or their cattle and in their homes, very few had the opportunity to try to escape. It was soon chaos and the start of a slaughter like none of them had the slightest idea could happen. Men, women, and children were cut in half, beheaded, dismembered and eaten by the draks, others were drained of blood by the vampires or killed mercilessly by the heartless. With the draks flying above, ready to pounce on those that tried to flee, it was impossible to escape a brutal death.

Nonetheless, a small group of children led by two women were running across the fields toward the forest in the exact direction where Testar and his companions lay hidden, they watched the scene unfold in front of them horrified and feeling utterly powerless to do anything. The fugitive's way was suddenly cut by a pack of ferocious heartless who herded them back to the village. The apparent confusion and arbitrariness of the attack was now revealing a semblance of order that let on some of the goals of the invaders. Not every villager was put to death, some were spared and gathered in a corral; replacing the cattle that had been there only minutes before. It was mostly comely girls and boys but also a few men and women, clinging to each other, hopeless and often crying. The vampires were in control and supervising the selection, deciding who would live and who would die.

Testar watched fascinated and could not believe his eyes, it was Wyfren who pulled him back and away from this horrifying spectacle. They ran again to put as much distance as they could from the village while being careful to stay under the cover of the trees even if it meant making a detour. After some time, they stopped, since they had no choice but to continue on open ground. So they logically decided they would only travel at night. They were hungry and thirsty, they found a creek with clear water and ate wild fruits and edible roots, then waited for the night, resting as best as they could after what they had gone through, trying not to think of the fate of the surviving villagers, of chasing away the brutal images that occupied their minds, of what would befall them in the next days or even hours.

The sailor with Lance still in his arms finally fell asleep like everybody else except Testar who kept the first watch. He had no idea where his family was, what had happened to them, his wife, his two daughters, his mother. Had they been on the road? Had they stayed in their home waiting for his return? Why had he chosen to save those boys instead of his flesh and blood? A terrible guilt was filling his heart although he knew he had had no real choice. No one could have known the terrible nature of these invaders, he had done his duty, what he considered the right thing to do, and that was all. He had little hope to see any of his loved ones again, he would have to live with it.

***

Melchior wanted to be among the first to enter the palace. He was among those that made their approach in two coaches, on the pretext of bringing the page Calter to his father. Coming forward on foot with Brencar and three of his men, with the boy in front of them, their palaver had been short, since, as soon as they were within range, they pulled out their weapons giving the signal for the assault which was also taking place at four of the secondary entrances. Melchior himself slit the boy's throat since he was of no use anymore as hidden mercenaries in the second coach shot a volley of arrows. The surviving guards outside offered a low resistance, almost at once seeking refuge behind the palace main gates.

The ram hidden in one of the coaches soon felled the ornamental gates as the mercenaries surged forward in numbers from every street and avenue coming to the esplanade in front of the royal palace, with Count Kyllian's own troops at their side.

Speed was of great importance for the complete success of their endeavor, if the king reached the stronghold at the center of the sprawling king's residence it could delay their victory by hours if not days. The effect of their action would be reduced and reinforcement could be called to help the king.

Melchior would have liked to have Rand by his side. The boy had been severely wounded and would have probably died without his intervention. The small man's dark magic had saved him and he had been able to stop the flow of blood. No major organ had been touched but the loss of blood could have been enough to ensure a slow and painful death. For the first time he had seen Count Kyllian show concern for his son, true, he was the last one that was still alive and nobody else could inherit the man's name and fortune. They had both vowed to find the boys responsible for his injury and have them regret the day they were born. It had to come later though; more pressing matters awaited. Rand had also disobeyed and acted selfishly; he would be denied his prize. Arthur's fate would be in the hands of Melchior, not an enviable situation as it was possible to see him replace a deteriorating "boy" for a certain amount of time. If a more expedite death was not required. He could also make a nice gift for the Alliance leaders.

The Royal guard tried to make a stand in the first courtyard, but by now, they were vastly outnumbered and had to abandon that position letting the assailants rush inside.

Melchior felt exhilarated, he had waited for this moment for so long. He was not able to use his magic, Tristam's wards were too strong, but he was confident. They knew where to go and their progression met little resistance. Two rows of mercenaries preceded him and Brencar, walking at a fast pace.

There was a second attempt to try to stop them in one of the reception halls and it was as ineffective and useless as the previous one, they were getting closer to their goal.

Melchior was no fighter, still, he wore a light armor and held a sword with Calter's blood on it, and in his excitement he had licked it and liked the taste, as he was trying to keep up with Brencar and his men who led the assault. Two other groups, one with Count Kyllian at its head, were responsible for preventing any access to the stronghold, in case the king was warned and abandoned his quarters. It was surrounded by a large and deep moat, and there was only one way in, across the drawbridge. The mercenaries moved swiftly, indifferent to the magnificence of their surroundings, they were smiling as no one dared try to stop them, whether, guard, soldier, page, or servant, who all ran away at their sight.

Brencar, as they neared their objective, separated from Melchior, taking with him half of the men. The council chamber was close and he hoped to find there, in this time of crisis, the king's generals and high counselors, all of his military staff. Its elimination would take them one breath away from a fast and complete victory.

Now Melchior was almost running along the large corridors, slightly out of breath to keep in step with the mercenaries around him, it appeared nothing could stop them.

"There he is!" shouted one of the men in the front, and indeed, in the distance, escorted by royal guards, the king was seen trying to flee.

"Is the prince with him?" asked Melchior, who due to his small size had his view of the fugitives blocked.

"Yes, there is a blond boy with him," answered the mercenary.

Melchior was jubilant, it had been so easy.

"They are going toward the stronghold, certainly," exclaimed another man.

"They'll never reach it," replied Melchior, thinking that by now Kyllian's men were in position to stop any attempt of the king to retreat there. He was at their mercy and they had none. "Hurry he might try to hide. There are certainly secret passages he can use; you must not let him out of your sight."

The man wearing the crown and the boy with him were bait, as well as the guards exposed since the beginning of the attack. They had all offered to give their lives to make sure the trap that had been set up fully closed on the traitors and their allies. All through the palace the same stratagem was used. The attackers were led further and further inside following a very precise canvas. All the escape routes were slowly closed around them. The loyal troops that had been hidden in the suburbs and outside the town were now closing in and eliminating all those of the rebels that crossed their path, soon the palace would be completely surrounded and the task slowly completed as they entered and started to cleanse it.

***

Salgar was in his tent with Crit by his side, caressing the familiar's soft curls while listening to the reports.

"The situation has not changed at Cal Marat, the two strongholds are still standing," said one of his aids.

"That's annoying but at least we did not lose too many draks, this time," replied the general. "I don't think they are worth more casualties or wasting anymore of our time." It was one more failed attempt for the General and he did not like that. "Tell Cassander to join us here with two thirds of his troops, I don't think their commander will try anything else for quite some time. We did not catch them in the open but we certainly scared them enough. They still don't know what they could be facing behind the walls of Cal Marat, which is good for us."

"Shall we march forward and engage the Alsooners? They are building defenses near the Hopi lake."

"No, there's no hurry for that. Let them come to us this time, this is much safer. They cannot let their people be slaughtered and enslaved, we have enough of their territory in our clutches to make them want to put an end to it. At the moment, the fate of the war lies in the south, once Elegir has taken the capital and killed the king, things will become much easier for us. Our main objective has always been to draw as much of their troops in the north as possible and keep them here. That's what we are doing and that's why we waited so long before entering Alsoon. Send the draks to harass them and attack their encampment with as little exposure as possible. That's all we'll do for the moment."

"And what about their guerrillas? They've been hurting us, notably by cutting our supply lines and hampering our raids. We're surrounded by deep forests, they come out and go back there as soon as they're done. Why can't we follow them in there?"

"Because that's what they want us to do. This is their country of which they have a much better knowledge than we do. It was exactly the same in the Vale, they had their own guerrillas. Reinforce the watch by the draks, and the escorts, that will do for now."

Perhaps Salgar was getting too cautious but he certainly did not want to experience another defeat. If his wizards had been able to help more effectively it could have been different but since the creation of the first portal, they were unreliable, true, it had granted them the capture of Cal Marat but the cost had been high.

"Because of the attacks, only ten boys have been brought here, many were lost on the way. Do you want us to bring them here now?"

"No, I want some time with Crit first and then I'll need to pay a visit to his master beforehand. I'll call for them later. Leave us now."

As soon as they were out of sight, Salgar concentrated his attention onto the boy by his side. Olgred had been right, those familiars were a delight in every sense of the word, for their blood as well as their sexual prowess. He had now every intention to groom a few to keep him company. With some luck he would find the perfect specimen among that first batch of boys and if not, it was no problem, many more would follow. He would also need a good trainer and learn to instill the sumok. He had never given it much importance and he lacked the talent and did not produce enough yet. Crit already showed signs of withdrawal, he would need Olgred to fix that until he was competent. A question of days.

His hand on Crit's head, slipped down to his neck and he pushed it forward toward his groin. The familiar did not need any further instruction, he knew what was expected of him. His nimble hands were fumbling with the man's breeches and taking out his erect member, his mouth and tongue went immediately to work.

"Good boy, keep going, make it wet, I'll take your boy pussy next."

It was sad but the boy would have to die soon. He had been a witness to Soren's betrayal and defection, and that event could not be tolerated nor advertised in any way, it needed to be obliterated at the same time as the boy. He should have killed him already but could not resist using his charms and talents for a few more days. He anticipated with eagerness the moment when he would drain the boy of blood and become inebriated with this nectar. He would wait until he had selected one or two replacements, although it would be months before their training and diet was to make them as worthy as Crit was. Would he dare keep him that long? Unfortunately, he could not, that would be folly. Perhaps he could find another? Vampire lords did not share or sell their familiars but sometimes they died like in these times of war. In his position, Salgar could appropriate the remaining familiar. They were usually put to death but an exception to that custom could be made, this was a possibility he needed to study.

Crit was performing exceptionally, taking down his gullet all of the general's lengthy shaft, something few had been able to do in such a manner. Salgar hesitated, perhaps it was the best way to be pleasured and the best place to deposit his seed?

Finally, he pulled the boy off, pushing him on his back and took him forcefully, ramming his cock in his tight chute to the hilt, loving the sound his pelvic thrusts made as it hit the boy's sweet flesh. His mouth was in the boy's neck, his teeth sinking in and piercing the child's delicate skin, finding at once the pulsing vessel that contained his aromatic life fluid. This combination was perfect, nothing could be better. He would have to ask Olgred for his trainer's name and the boy's diet, this he would follow to the letter.

Crit had his arms around Salgar's neck and his legs entwined behind his back. He was giving himself fully to the man, his only goal was his new master's satisfaction and all of his expertise in the art of sex was put to use. He did not mind the dizziness and other symptoms that came from the loss of blood and lack of sumok.

In a state of bliss, finally, Salgar pulled away from the boy's neck and filled his colon in one last rocking thrust with his thick sperm. He stayed inside Crit's innards for some time, still moving his shaft slowly in and out as it deflated, not wanting for his pleasure to dissipate.

Salgar had drunk more blood than he should, the taste was still lingering in his mouth, it was rich and spicy, it called for more but it was not possible now. It would come in due time.

He stood up and pulled up his breeches, closed them and his belt.

"Come lad. Olgred is waiting for us."

The vampire lord was kept in a cage and had lost most of his luster, he was undoubtedly miserable but did not want to lose face. He stood up when he saw Salgar and Crit, perhaps this visit would bring him some hope concerning his fate. He was hungry and had not been fed any blood since the previous day.

"Salgar, how nice of you to come visit me," he said with a forced smile, "and you brought me my lovely familiar."

"Yes, I may have been too harsh with you and I must thank you for this marvelous and very enjoyable creature."

"He certainly is among the best I've had."

"I can believe that. Who was his trainer? What was his diet? His blood is a marvel."

"It seems to me you have changed your mind and are ready to acquire a familiar yourself?"

"You are quite right. I would have gladly kept this one until I had my own ready but he was witness to Soren's betrayal and it has become impossible. I may keep him no more than a few days before he has to go."

"That will be a waste but I understand your reasoning. May I taste him one last time?"

"That's part of the reason I am here. I do not produce enough sumok yet. You'll have to provide it for me in the next days."

"A task I will gladly fulfill. Come to me Crit."

The boy complied; he had heard the two men clearly talk of his imminent death but it changed nothing of his dedication to his master.

Olgred caught his arm through the cage bars bringing his wrist to his mouth greedily and started to drink, injecting him at the same time with a good dose of sumok.

Salgar was at the boy's back, rubbing his groin on the child's rump, his hands at his flanks caressing.

"You're wearing him thin," said Olgred.

"Yes, I was insatiable just a moment ago. I'll have to feed him as soon as we are done here."

Under his hands he felt the boy's heart beating fast, he was unsteady, barely standing up, his free hand holding on to the bars for support.

Despite his thirst, Olgred had to restrain himself, the boy's death might make him less valuable to Salgar and he let go of Crit's hand, unsatiated.

"Feed him, he is about to faint."

"I see that."

"You need to learn to take better care of your familiars, they are costly and take a long time and effort to indoctrinate."

"I must say you are right. I'm used to dealing with blood bags, whose life usually has no real value. Did you feed them only blood?"

"Not only but it was a large part of their diet. I'll give you all the information you need." Olgred felt sad to see Crit in such poor shape. Humans could not be considered the equals of vampires but he had always had a fondness for his familiars and it was always difficult for him to part from them.

"I'll come see you again later and we'll discuss all that in detail. For now, I'll give Crit what he needs, I want him alive a few more days."

"Isn't the army marching south? It's been two days now."

"No, I want Leto to come to me and avoid another trap. It's a good thing, that way I have time to enjoy your familiar and to learn from you all I can about them."

Once outside, Salgar took Crit to the kennels. There was a constant coming and going there, as the vampires came to feed or enjoy some of the captives when out of duty. The dead were taken away and given to the draks and other creatures that fed on their meat.

The general chose a girl of about the same age as Crit who did not appear in too bad a shape while observing that, indeed, their reserves were getting low. He would have to address that problem.

Crit did not hesitate and slit the girl's wrist with the knife Salgar had given him. He drank with avidity. The general watched him with interest, the boy never thought of rebelling and using the weapon against him when he had clearly heard of his impending fate. Yes, he needed one or two of these perfect creatures for himself and would go see, right away, if any of the children brought to him this day could fit his desire and call for more, he had to make the best choice possible. He would give orders to replenish the kennels too.

***

Leto was enjoying a moment of peace with William and Focker. He was kissing the prince's sweet lips and fondling his lovely body as the page was pleasuring them both with his mouth. He did not want to think about the war at that moment, only of the two marvelous boys that kept him company and how he could give them back what they offered him so generously. But, against his wish, these thoughts could not leave him alone, there was an important decision looming that had to be made soon.

The news of an enemy fleet off the coast and taking the direction of the Soon estuary was worrisome. Fortunately, the menace of a rebellion and of an attack of the king's palace in the capital resulted in troops being redirected there instead of north. But would they be enough to repel the invaders or at least contain them on the coast? It was too early and the information too fragmented to draw conclusions.

Should Leto take the offensive and lose the advantage of his position, of surprise? With the draks hovering above, as soon as they left the cover of the forest all of their moves would be known by the enemy. Was there a route they could take to avoid it? Could they move at night? Would it be enough to fool the enemy? The messages that he received from Gravenese and the guerrillas were encouraging but it was not enough to stop the Alliance raids on the towns and villages within their reach, where they slaughtered and enslaved scores of people who had chosen to stay in their homes.

"What's wrong?" asked William, feeling that Leto's mind was not with them, "I think I know: you worry too much. I'm sure you'll make the right decision when the time comes. You want to study the maps again? You've done it so many times already."

"Perhaps it was all a lure," said Focker, raising his blond head and letting go of the man's cock.

"What do you mean?" asked Leto intrigued.

"They wanted us here in the north while the main attack was on the capital. Didn't you say a rebellion was to occur there too? What a better set up for a fast victory. Think of it, if we lost the capital and the king? What effect it would have on the rest of the kingdom."

"My boy, you are quite right," replied Leto, catching Focker under his arms and bringing him up and kissing him. "That's an idea that floated in my mind for some time. Unfortunately, it is too late to change anything to the situation now. We're too far from Soonlure to have any say about what will happen there. We can only hope that the king has enough troops and cunning to win that battle. But you've helped me make my decision. We must attack. We need to show those invaders that this is our homeland, our people, and that they are not welcome here. We must send messengers to every town and village we can and recruit all of the able-bodied men, women, boys and girls of age to bear weapons. We will free whatever land they've conquered, we'll take back Cal Marat and join forces with the Valeans beyond and chase them from there as well."

Leto left the bed, followed by the two boys, they dressed quickly and left the tent ready to set in motion what had just been said.

***

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Messengers were sent to every farm, hamlet, village, castle, and town within reach. The call to arms was answered. Volunteers of men, women, boys and girls, started flowing in. They were badly equipped for the most part but determined and willing to fight, many of those who had been able to flee the occupied territories joining them. Soon a force of more than twenty thousand was at Leto's disposal with more coming in every hour.

Now had come the time to retaliate and drive the Alliance out of Alsoon.

Of course, those mostly unprepared troops would be used sparingly, the main effort supported by Leto's army, but they would be valuable to impress the enemy and perhaps divert and keep the draks away.

Leto knew that as soon as they left the cover of the trees, they would be seen, a surprise attack was out of the question. Still, he could use the extended and numerous woods on their way for some strategic maneuvers. His knowledge of the terrain was an important advantage to win the next battle and make it a decisive one.

While the volunteers were gathered and organized, some of his best men were sent and prepositioned closer to their objective with the help of the guerrilla.

After two days of intense preparations, Leto, ready for battle, left his tent accompanied by William and Focker. Etos was waiting for him at the head of the column of warriors, holding the reins of his horse. Gravenese, already mounted was there too, they had been called back to march with the army. Lucian was doing the same with William's horse and would later join the squires and pages who carried the many banners of the rallied lords and regiments.

At first, the trees were all around them with their canopy nearly obscuring the sky. The column gained some order only when they left their cover. Leto rode with William and Gravenese. Behind them was Tristam, wrapped in a long blue coat and on his head the pointy hat of the Magi. Seated in front of him was Lichan in a white tunic. Next came Leto's sons, Teo and Ladisk, standing proud, escorted by Tamerlane and Bertram. Leto finally decided to take them along considering they would be safer with him than anywhere else and that it would send the right message to the army. How could he take along his young sons if he thought they could be defeated? A large part of Leto's military staff followed, accompanied by the squires and pages carrying the banners and then it was row after row of knights.

Another column marched parallel to the one led by Leto consisting of the foot soldiers and volunteers.

Now in the open, they were all vulnerable to the draks.

Archers and men holding pikes pointed to the sky were everywhere, ready to face an attack. Furthermore, chariots transporting the war machines rode alongside the columns, they could send their bolts by the hundred if a menace arose. Leto hoped it would be enough to discourage the enemy but was not averse to an early confrontation and confident of its outcome.

All of the men and boys now wore Tristam's tattoos. They had been dancing for several days now, strengthening their power and the bonds that joined their wearers of various ages.

"Look," said William, pointing with a finger. "There they are."

A group of five draks could be seen high in the sky.

"And they've seen us," replied Leto. "The enemy will soon know of our coming. The only question left is where we will have to face them."

"They thought we were at the Hopi Lake and not with such numbers, it will help make them insecure and perhaps somewhat afraid," said Gravenese.

"Is it a good thing?" asked William.

"Morale is a determinant factor; it is much better if it is on our side," answered Leto.

"At the same time, it can make them more cautious and have them avoid some mistakes," said Gravenese.

"But even that caution can be used to our advantage."

"We can trust you on that, Leto."

"All will be decided in the next forty-eight hours, William."

"I trust you to make us victorious, Leto."

"I'll do my best."

In the distance, they could see three of the draks separating from the last two, probably going to warn the Alliance forces of their presence and leaving the others to survey their progress.

***

There was fighting everywhere but the trap was slowly closing on the mercenaries and their allies. All of the escape routes were now under control of the king's men inside and outside the palace. The assailants were caught in a vice between the troops inside the fortress and those that had entered the city. They did not yet know it but they were doomed.

Melchior and his men would never catch the scapegoats that had lured them always further, always just beyond their reach. He was starting to suspect there was something definitely wrong. The king and his son were not going toward the fortress at the heart of the palace which at first, he considered a good omen, it showed that Count Kyllian had been successful and blocked the access. But he soon realized he was chasing phantoms of which they had glances from time to time before they mysteriously disappeared.

Out of breath, he entered one more courtyard and stopped, imitating the mercenaries just ahead of him.

Three large doors opened into the courtyard which was packed with the king's guard waiting for them, in each of the door frames stood the king and his son. These were the lures that they had run after for the last half hour.

The true king wearing his crown and battle armor was among his guards, sword in hand and ready to fight.

A clamor was rising at Melchior's back where more of the king's soldiers had appeared and were engaging the mercenaries. It was a lost cause since they were clearly outnumbered. He could see archers at every window aiming at them.

Melchior was tempted for an instant to order a charge against the king in a desperate gesture and with the hope of killing him before they were stopped. It was wishful thinking.

"Surrender and throw down your weapons," shouted the king. "Save your lives!"

His speech was directed at the mercenaries. Melchior knew what his fate would be.

The men around him did not hesitate, they were paid to fight not to die.

Melchior looked at his sword, the dried blood of the boy he had killed earlier without a second thought was still on the blade. He, who had the secret dream of becoming immortal was facing death. It could come fast, in the next minute, or he could give himself one more chance. It would be painful, they would torture him, they would try to make him talk, tell them all he knew, but Elegir was coming and as long as he was alive there was hope. He let his weapon fall to the ground, standing tall and proud, which was not much, he was a small and unremarkable man.

"Catch him, but be careful he is a dangerous snake," said the king.

Melchior smirked at these words; he had no intention to resist. His magic was inoperative in the palace, there was nothing he could do. He was soon chained and taken away under an imposing escort.

By then, King Aluser was already gone, many more tasks awaited him. Victory would soon be theirs at a minimal cost and he wanted to make sure that they spared the mercenaries' leaders: he had a proposal for them.

***

Rand was resting. He had seen death up close and still could not believe what Melchior had achieved with his magic. His wound had stopped bleeding and was almost closed. The pain was nothing compared to what it had been.

The mercenaries that had found him, used to such injuries, thought it was fatal. He had seen it in their eyes, even if nothing had been said. Melchior had saved his life and he hated that he had not been able to go with him to seize the palace and kill the king. If only he could put his hands on the prince and make him feel his rage. Could Melchior bring him back and let him play with the brat? He doubted it, he was angry at him and not likely to give in to his demands. It was true, he had been stupid and reckless. Still, how could he expect to meet with those boys, Belvoir was supposed to be secure.

Rand left the bed wincing; he was not healed yet, not completely, but it would not be long before he could lead a search for Stefan and the other boys that had wounded and humiliated him. He did not plan to kill them, not yet, he wanted to capture them and make them suffer, one at a time and for a long time. He smiled at that thought. Death would come only at the end, eventually.

Only fifty mercenaries were still in Belvoir. Forty of them were watching the main gates leading inside Belvoir and other strategic positions. Ten were left to guard the captive pages, maids, squires, and servants locked in one of the halls.

"Who goes there?" exclaimed one of them as Altus appeared at the end of a corridor before disappearing the next moment.

"What is it?" asked their officer.

"Didn't you see it? There was a boy out there."

"A boy? They are all in here," pointed another guard.

"Except those that attacked Melchior's pet," replied the first one.

"True," said the officer. "How many were they at the arena? Five, ten?"

"No one really knows."

"They're all boys, pages for the most part with a squire or two. I am sure there would be bonus money for us if we caught them."

"Where does this corridor lead?" asked the officer.

"No idea."

"It could be a trap?" said one of them.

"Why do you say that?"

"Why would they show themselves?

"To lead us astray and try to rescue the others."

"It makes sense, but there's money to gain. I saw that wounded boy, Rand, he wanted them bad."

"We're not afraid of pages who are still wet behind the ears. Let's go get them."

"We saw only one, maybe he's alone."

"In that case he'll tell us where to find the others."

"Very well," said the officer, "five of us stay here while the others come with me. Do not worry we'll share the bonus if we catch them."

These words gave satisfaction to everyone and soon only five men were left to guard the doors.

"It worked," said Stefan. The boys were hidden in one of the secret passageways and they were able to watch the mercenaries from a peephole.

"There's still five of them," said Mirtel.

"What about the others? Are you sure they won't be back?" asked Bohfest.

"Altus will draw them as far away from here as he can. He knows this place like the back of his hand; he'll play cat and mouse with them; they won't catch him."

"Good for him. There's eleven of us, let's do it"

"They're battle hardened, it will not be that easy."

"If we aim right, our arrows and bolts should do most of the work," said Mirtel reassuringly.

"Let's hope so, I was never that good with a bow. You're sure there's no way to get to that hall besides through that door."

"None that we know of unfortunately, those secret passages are many but not everywhere. I'll open the panel; shoot as soon as you're through and have a target."

Most of the boys' faces showed a clear apprehension as they held onto their weapons. It would be their first real fight. They counted on surprise and numbers to make the difference, and as soon as the panel was opened, they surged one by one into the corridor, shooting arrow or bolt.

The first arrow struck and wounded a mercenary, alerting the others to the boys filing out of the hidden passageway. Quickly raising their shields, they were able to deflect the projectiles that came at them, and with swords and axes in hand, they charged the boys.

They had lost the advantage of surprise, if they had done it all together the result would have been much different.

On the boys' side, the two squires and the two better trained pages with Stefan were in the first rank with shield and sword. Behind them, holding pikes or bow, seven more of them had the task of keeping them at bay. They were all afraid but stood their ground as the fierce men rushed at them.

The clash was brutal with two of the boys falling almost at once, an axe beheading one and a sword piercing the heart of another. The pavement became bloody and slippery while three of the mercenaries were killed, two by arrows and one by a pike.

The last man standing was now moving back toward his wounded companion close to the door. Retreat was his only hope. The mercenaries were outnumbered.

He did not make the distance and fell, two arrows sticking from his body.

The last and wounded mercenary was preparing to make a stand.

"Don't kill this one!" shouted Stefan. "I want to know what became of Rand. Surrender or die," added the boy toward the bleeding man.

The mercenary did not need to be asked twice and laid down his weapons.

As the doors to the hall were open, Stefan, Bertil, and Evan surrounded the man.

"Is he dead? Or is he still suffering?" asked Stefan.

"Who?" the mercenary replied.

"Rand, the boy we wounded. It was fatal. Is he dead yet?"

"Melchior's pet? No, he is not dead."

"Good. Where is he? Where is Melchior? I have a score to settle."

The mercenary was dazed and he was slow to respond, taking deep and gargled breaths while trying to answer. "Melchior's gone to attack the king's palace … The boy is fine, in his rooms … He was saved by his mentor's magic from what I heard."

"He's not dying?" Stefan was sure to be disappointed by such news.

"Who went to attack the king's palace? It doesn't make sense." Bertil shouted at the mercenary as his eyes closed and his head rolled to the side.

They did not receive an answer, the man had lost too much blood and fell unconscious.

"We should call a healer," said Evan.

"We have better things to do; let's go find Rand." There was a hardness in the boy's tone.

"They don't deserve our mercy," said Bertil. "Don't forget how they treated us, Evan."

"Show me the way to the guest apartments," said Stefan.

"Don't you want to wait for Altus? He'll want to be there," said Bertil.

"We don't have the time; I don't want Rand to escape us. I won't kill him right away, if it can be avoided. Altus will have his revenge too."

"Very well, Evan will show us the way. Septim, Hodor, come with us, I have a job for you," said Bertil, signaling two of the squires around them and sending a glance at the bodies of the two felled boys in the fight, "Better safe than sorry."

The little group of boys left at a hurried pace as the prisoners started to exit the hall to discover the bloody scene that had granted their freedom. A heated conversation was starting as they discussed what they should do. Weapons had been brought and were distributed and those of the mercenaries retrieved.

***

Elegir was watching the Alliance troops march forward. Their main objective was the capital Soonlure. Among them was a small contingent of humans, gubians, trolians, fenders, and trasks. Well represented and in numbers were the heartless and his elite wreckers, but the bulk of his forces comprised vampires. In the sky was a swarm of draks. Nothing would stop them.

They had ignored the fortified cities that could slow down their progress, content with the sack of the lesser towns and villages, that was enough to fill their kennels with slaves and blood bags.

So far, there had been no real resistance, only skirmishes. The scouts had observed a general retreat on the part of the Alsooners. They had been taken by surprise and probably would try to organize a line of defense at some point. The sooner the better, Elegir hoped, as they would be defeated and the road to Soonlure would be open.

This should be the turning point of their conquest. He intended to have the city burned to the ground and its population slaughtered. If the king and his son had not been taken care of already, they would know the same fate. It was sure to have a major effect on all those that wanted to oppose the Alliance, they would bend the knee and be enslaved.

The dark council, its members and allies, would help impose the rules of the Alliance but if needed he could do without them.

The news from the north had not been as satisfying as they hoped but it was not a matter for worry. The main battle was here, further south, even the Vale had been nothing more than an appetizer that had costed them more than its value. The Alliance's strength was still crippled by its lack of able wizards.

Fortunately, Elegir was here in the south, and could alone make up for that loss as he had shown at Rigel. He was eager to see the walls of Soonlure crumble when he unleashed his power. Children were his best nourishment with the strongest and purest life force. Nox could not be replaced, there was no time for that, and even if he needed twenty or more to equal that single boy it was no problem, he had hundreds of them at his disposal.

Elegir had a permanent supply of them as much for his pleasure as out of necessity and consumed a few each day. They were the fuel of his magical powers but they were also addictive and he could not go without them. This was the only downside to an otherwise delightful condition. Like with Nox, when they were to his liking, he often took the time to enjoy their other assets before taking their lives. In a way, it was sad that it always had to end that way but it was formidable to see them shrink and desiccate in his arms after having given him all he desired. How many had died that way, hundreds? No, thousands, that somehow, taken possession of, still lived in his flesh.

The act was also utterly sexual and he was feeling a stirring in his loins, he knew that it was time for him to call for one or two. He gave a sign and a lovely boy on the cusp of adolescence was brought forth, who would perhaps not feed him as well as the younger ones but who could certainly offer him pleasures of a different nature.

Five minutes later the boy was lying at his feet, unrecognizable. What a pity that he did not have more time to dedicate to such a pretty one. He was still hungry and signaled again. It was a girl this time. He was not against diversity.

***

Rand, with a chicken thigh in hand was walking toward the window overlooking the main entrance, his appetite was coming back, a good sign of recovery. He could not call a servant or better, a page but he had been left with a platter of fruits and cold meats. At any moment now he was expecting some news from Melchior, it had been hours since he left. It was not the first time he went to that window wishing for the arrival of a messenger. He was getting bored.

What he saw made him freeze in place and hold his breath.

The mercenaries guarding the entrance were lying on the ground with arrows sticking from their bodies. Soldiers were entering the palace in numbers and they wore the king's colors. This was bad news. It did not mean that Melchior had lost the game yet but it did not look good. What should he do? His first idea was to find a secure place and lay low until the situation cleared one way or the other. His second thought was that it was improbable they would bother to look for him, as the palace was deserted.

Still, he did not like the idea of being stuck here, incognizant of what was happening in the city. He strapped a sheathed sword onto his back, draped himself in a cloak and left the room.

Rand was about to go down the stairs when he heard young voices coming his way from below and recognized Stefan. Certainly, they were looking for him, there could be no other reason for their presence. He had no intention of being caught or risk being wounded again. He changed direction and found another way down; his side was hurting but it was bearable. He hated the idea of fleeing in front of the boy that had been his plaything for so long but his instinct of survival prevailed. They knew he was alive and he thought it was better to leave the palace, perhaps the town and seek his father's contacts. He knew of some of them not too far, they would tell him what the situation was and where to find Melchior. As a last resort, he could take the direction of the sea to meet with the Alliance, demand their protection. He had a hunch that things had gone bad, very bad.

There had not been any real fighting at Belvoir, the mercenaries had been fast overcome and surrendered. The personnel held prisoner in the great hall and now freed were all over the place. In the confusion he was able to leave through a secondary gate rather easily, trying to hide his altered gait.

There were a lot of people in the streets, often in groups talking of the current events but, from what he could hear, Rand was not able to draw conclusions. There had been fighting at the king's palace and in other strategic points of the city. People were afraid, they had heard rumors of an invasion on the coast, they did not know what to think. Was this related? What should they do?

Rand was not very familiar with the city and lost his way several times until he found a caravan of merchants hastily leaving Soonlure and its agitation. He blended in with them, as they made their way to the unguarded gates and left the city. Walking along the road until he was well clear of the city, Rand stopped to look at his wound. It had not reopened but it was swollen and hurting.

Troops were marching on the road to Soonlure, and as they passed, he saw the banners of different houses. He had never been good at remembering the different coats of arms, but he was nonetheless certain they were not on his side. Melchior was becoming a lost cause and he decided to take the direction of the sea even if he was conscious of the dangers of such a decision.

He had thought for some time to steal a horse or a cart of some kind to put more distance between him and the town and put less strain on his wound. This is what he did a little further down the road at a tavern, finding three horses unguarded and saddled in front of it. He took them all to avoid being chased for the theft. He was well advised to do so, as he would not have been able to have the horse gallop for too long. And indeed, as soon as he judged he was safe, he slowed down to a walk and let go of the other two horses.

He was feeling dizzy, tired, and feared that if the wound had not reopened on the outside there could be some internal bleeding. There was not much he could do about that and he could not stop to rest, not yet.

The night would fall shortly and he pushed on for two more hours of riding before finding a place to sleep, a stack of hay in a field by the side of the road. He was able to hide the horse behind a copse of trees. He did not wake until the next morning.

He felt much better by then and tried to push away his worries about Melchior, his father, and the fate of the rebellion. There was nothing he could do about that; he was still unsure of what he should do but felt a strong desire to see what the Alliance army looked like. He dreamed of entering Soonlure again, this time not as a fugitive but as a conqueror.

Rand discovered that the road was now clogged with refugees fleeing the arrival of the Alliance invaders. They were a sorry bunch, most of them on foot, their children in tow, pushing or pulling carts with their meager possessions, some herding cattle. Rand learned that they had been ordered to leave their towns, villages, and farms and seek refuge in the capital or beyond.

Rand also observed there were not only refugees on the road, there were soldiers too, full regiments and garrisons, the retreat was general and apparently concerned everyone. He did not want to be noticed and decided to leave the main roads. The Alliance was still two or three days away depending on how fast the army was marching and he would need to find food but it should be easy with all the abandoned farms on the way. His main concern was how he could make contact, let them know he was an ally and not be killed on sight. That, would be a challenge.

***

Night was falling over the city, the fighting was over, the mercenaries had surrendered, Count Kyllian had been killed and Melchior was imprisoned, about to be questioned. The king could only be satisfied.

There was more, Atral had met with Brencar and bought his support in the coming battle with the Alliance. The more troops they could muster, the better. No one really knew what they would have to face in the next days.

The few messages that had come in from Rigel and the cities in the path of the invaders were extravagant and contradictory. One spoke of a monster that had broken the chains protecting the entrance to the Soon River and crumbled the walls of the fortresses. That seemed impossible or rather no one wanted to believe in such a tale. What could you do against such a creature?

"It could be magic," said Atral. "Melchior might know."

"Do you think he'll talk?" asked the king.

"I very much doubt it but I'll try."

"I am missing Tristam, the Magi we have on our side are nothing compared to him. They'll never be able to fight such power."

"There is one asset that we could use."

"What? Who?"

"The boy, Hegron."

"What would you do with him?"

"I listened to Princess Alina. The Alliance certainly wants him back, this is a lead we could follow."

"To what end? You know what they want him for; that's also the very reason why I want him executed."

"If he can bring back the Archons, it means he holds powerful magic."

"Which makes him even more dangerous."

"Not if he is on our side."

"What guarantee can you have of that? I would not trust anyone with Archon's blood, ever."

"But you trust me and my judgment?"

"I do, but I don't like where you're taking me. Anyway, we will be facing the Alliance very soon and the boy, fortunately and to my knowledge, has not shown the talent we would need to face what we just discussed."

"Didn't Arthur tell you what happened at the arena? It is promising and could be worth being investigated."

"If we had Tristam with us I would probably allow it. Right now, I still wish the boy dead and the sooner the better. I did not expect to see you oppose me on that matter."

"You did not meet him."

"I do not want to. Did he put you under a spell, mesmerize you? I see no other explanation for your words."

"You may be right, I never thought of that." Doubt assaulted Atral at that moment. Could the king be right? Why, at first sight, did he feel such a sudden and strong attraction for the boy? He pushed those thoughts away before continuing, "After so many years at your service I have rarely been wrong. The boy, besides his very existence, is not a danger to us. I do not believe he is playing a double game. He is, as surprising as it can be, an innocent."

"He will not be the first innocent executed by reason of state. I hear your plea, though, and you never failed me. That is worth considering. The boy is in jail as I ordered?"

"No, he is under guard in my apartments." Atral was not going to lie to his king, it was too important a matter in many ways. "I am afraid I fell in love. Could you believe that?"

"I appreciate your honesty, my friend, but what you just said only deepens my concern. How much time did you spend with the boy? How could you know him, love him?"

"Yes, I recognize that it is uncanny, suspicious even, at the same time it is known that love works in strange ways."

"I am afraid you are right on that point. You are the only one I can call a friend, a rare thing for a king. Your loyalty has never failed me and I know that if I ordered you to kill the boy this instant you would do it, no matter what it would cost you."

"I would."

"Your counsels have also always been priceless and your dedication to the kingdom's interests is total. That is why I will give you a few days to prove your assumption."

"Thank you, Aluser."

"Do not thank me yet, just make sure you are not mistaken about Hegron. I must say that we are in such a situation that taking risks is unavoidable. What about Melchior?"

"I plan on going to see him shortly. He knows that the only thing that keeps him alive is the information he holds. I will see if he is ready to divulge some of it."

"That's unlikely but it is worth a try. We cannot promise him he will live, still, his death can be quick or long and painful."

"If he doesn't listen to reason he will regret it, you can be sure of that."

***

Night had fallen, the king's palace was quiet again. Flint was in Memphis's arms. Since the arrival of Eleander's boys, it was becoming difficult to find a place that could be private, away from the others. Memphis thought the baths, near the arena, the perfect choice to reconcile with the young boy.

"Are you still angry with me?" he asked, kissing the boy's lips.

"No, not really." Flint could be deeply angered but it usually did not last for long. "That is, if you promise me, it was just a fling, like with the prince."

"I promise, my little love."

"Why little?" Flint frowned.

"My only love, if you prefer." Memphis's words were sincere, he would give his life for this little boy.

"That's much better."

The young knight kissed the page again but this time it was more intimate, sensual, and Flint responded with enthusiasm, his hand grabbing the teen's growing member under his breeches.

"Do you think you will go to war with the king now that you're a knight? That would be quite an adventure."

"It's possible."

"Will you take me with you?"

"You're quite young," teased Memphis.

"I'm old enough, you would not leave your 'little love' all alone?"

"No, never. And finally, you like it, being called 'my little love'?"

"I don't mind as long as there's no one around to hear you." Flint undid the cord at Memphis's waist, and freed the teen's cock.

"I'll be careful." Memphis's breathing was getting shorter. He gently pushed Flint on his back. "I want you."

"I can see that," replied the boy, his hand now caressing the pulsing shaft. "What do you think happened to Hegron? Why was he taken away?" It was him now, teasing the older boy, delaying their coupling.

"I don't know, he impressed everyone with his magic tricks." Memphis was pulling Flint's britches down. "We'll use the bar of soap, there doesn't seem to be any oil around."

"I brought some." Flint pulled out a small vial from his pocket. He was as eager as Memphis and cut short his game.

"You little rascal, I love you."

"I love you too," said Flint, lifting his legs and closing his eyes, concentrating on the pleasing sensations that Memphis's fingers on his anus and cocklet induced. He let out a small sigh as they left him and were replaced by the teen's probing member. He was quite used to the proceedings and in no time, Memphis penetrated his tight pucker.

"Well, lovebirds, Don't you know the prince is waiting for you?" said Farrad, interrupting them with a large smile. "Hurry up, the night is still young and no one knows what tomorrow will bring, let's enjoy ourselves before it is too late."

"Yes, but can you give us a moment alone first?" demanded Memphis.

"Of course, but don't be too long."

Farrad was gone and the two boys kissed with passion as Memphis's probing rod went deeper, joining them by flesh as well as by love.

***

To Be Continued