by Luke, Monica
As the two young men walked back to the table, Belon boldness went even farther, and without speaking, he put his hand on his sword and slowly walked over to the guild whose shoulder he dislocated scowling at him while the other two watched.
Their eyes filled with fear, they became speechless as Belon took his arm, pulled it and shoved the joint back into its socket, then turned and walked out of the room.
Chapter 22
Now gone for three nights, on the fourth morning, as Ovfren brushed horses in the outer stables, he stopped and looked up when he heard the horn blown twice, which meant someone was coming; then when he heard four more quick blows, almost beside himself with joy, dropped the brush and ran.
Two horns blow followed by four more quickly always the signal that their lord or king was close or back, he ran back into WorrlgenHall, and to the gate wall to watch and wait.
His heart pounding such that he could hardly stand still, Ovfren wondered if he should greet Ogorec at the gate, but fought against it. Their love for the other no longer kept hidden, they did not flaunt it either.
Ogorec seen in the distance coming down the road, Ovfren inhaled and his chest swelled, as he watched him always mesmerized by how he rode his horse.
Ogorec’s back ever straight and his chest out as he held his horse’s reins with his left hand and rested his right hand on his thigh and close to his sword, had he never seen him before that day, again he would have swooned.
“Look above you,” Baric said, when he noticed Ovfren on the gate wall looking down smiling; then looked at Ogorec.
Ogorec looked up to Ovfren, and smiled back; then rode through the gates, and after he did Ovfren hurried down the stairs.
“If you have no more need of me, my lord,” Ogorec said, “I will be in my chamber resting.”
“Aaaah resting.” Baric looked at Ogorec nodding his head, as he smiled. “No Ogorec, I will not need you this day or it after, and I shall see to it that he is not needed either, rest well.”
Ogorec left Baric and made his way to the stables to leave his horse. Expecting Ovfren to be waiting for him there, he looked around for him, but when he didn’t see him, hurried to his chamber.
As he walked down the hallway, such was his determined walk, he saw no one to the left or right of him, and once there after he pushed open door; his breath quickened when eyes beheld Ovfren anxiously waiting in the middle of his chamber.
“My words to you were your love would be waiting,” Ovfren said, as he stood breathing hard from running to the chamber, “I am true to my words.”
Rushing right to him, Ogorec forgot to close the door, and only pausing for a moment when he realized it, pushed it closed with his foot, and once again rushed to him.
“To shorten our journey we rode hard and did not stop much,” he warned, as he put his arms around him, “And is the reason for my foul smell.”
“I care not,” Ovfren happily said, as his arms held him tightly back.
“Our four nights made to only three,” he revealed, as their hold upon the other became even tighter, “Yet still, it felt like a season away from you.”
“I must strengthen my will, and not long for you as I do if you must be away.”
“But when I return,” Ogorec said, as he pulled back slightly to loosen the belt that held his swords, “I want made known how much you longed for me.”
“Trust that I shall,” Ovfren said, and helped him.
After his belt and swords fell to the floor, tenderly they stood and kissed in the middle of the chamber; then as Ovfren began to move backwards to the bed pulling Ogorec along with him, he stopped him.
“I am dirty,” he warned again, regrettably, “I do not want to be upon my bed or you this way.”
Ovfren only stopped for a moment, as his eyes looked beside Ogorec.
“Well,” Ovfren whispered, as he now began to undress him, “Shall we make use of the table?”
Later, after both had nothing left within them from their passion, as Ovfren laid waiting, he watched Ogorec wash up and shave before he got into the bed.
Mesmerized with Ogorec’s wonderful body, as well as, deeply in love with him, he watched him completely captivated.
“You are not heavy or light. So fit you are and handsome.” Ovfren gushed, as he looked up and down his naked body, “If I was not so worn from us on the table, again I would be begging for more from you.”
Ogorec smiled, and looked over to Ovfren.
“I must stay fit to keep pace with you.” He laughed.
As he laughed too, Ovfren raised himself and rested his head on his hand while he waited, and when he glanced down, noticed the extra sword.
“You carry two now, why?”
“When one released from my hand in the Valley of Tul when my horse fell,” Ogorec answered, as he now climbed in bed, “I knew I would not be without one close to grab again.”
“Will you wear both always?”
“I will wear them only when I am beyond the walls with the king or lords.”
“So proud I felt to throw your sword back to you,” Ovfren said, as he put his arm across Ogorec’s stomach, who returned his embrace, as he reclined onto his back.
“You saved my life,” Ogorec said, now pulling him closer to him.
As both thought of it, Ovfren inhaled and exhaled pleased.
“And it is a balance I shall never allow you to repay,” he said playfully, “You will always owe me for it.”
Turning his head to him, Ogorec smiled.
“I will always owe you much for it and more,” he said, and tenderly cupped his chin, before a kiss followed, “It is you, who brought life into me and love.”
“Have you loved another, be it man or woman?”
“No,” Ogorec’s truth, “And, nor will I.”
Even more pleased hearing that, Ovfren laid his head on Ogorec’s chest, and looked up at him before he stroked Ogorec’s now low shaven face and beard with the back of his hand.
“I long to have been your first and only,” he whispered, as he did it, “As you are mine.”
From his words, Ogorec moved from his back onto his side, and looked at him.
“It cannot be undone,” he spoke tenderly, “But I will give you another truth.”
“Speak it,” Ovfren said eagerly.
“No woman and, though be it only one, man,” Ogorec confessed, “Has yielded me such passion that when added with love, only his whisper can make all within me spill. Strong willed I must be with you to hold my seed within me as long as I do and when done, I am weak such that I feel I can defend no one, but you if invaded.”
“Aaah,” Ovfren said, moved, “When you speak your heart to me you weaken me.”
“Then be weakened,” he said, as his eyes met Ovfren’s, “As I speak more truth. Ovfren, dare I fall on my sword than live without you.”
As they held each other, when Ovfren finally fell asleep, once he turned onto his other side; Ogorec eased out of bed.
Hungry because didn’t eat much from his hard back to WorrlgenHall; he decided to wait until he was sound asleep; then eat something and come back to bed.
After he eased out of bed and dressed, he intentionally left his sword in his chamber thinking nothing of it; then made his way down the back hallway to the gathering hall, but as walked, he passed Aron.
When he nodded to him, Aron nodded back; then after he took a few steps, he turned.
“Ogorec,” Aron said warily, “Egar’s brother is in the gathering hall.”
Ogorec stopped. “What of it?”
“Then I reason Ovfren spoke no words of it,” he said, “He fought with Egar in the men’s hall just days before.”
Ogorec’s expression showed concern.“Did he harm him?”
Aron let out a hearty laugh.
“Ovfren got the better hand, and banged his head many times,” he answered proudly, “You taught him well, and put to blazing that fire within him.”
Again, as Aron be
gan to walk away, he turned, “And I shall offer you this,” he added, “Two sought to do him harm for it and Belon stopped them.”
Ogorec nodded; decided not to go to the gathering hall, and instead went to the men’s hall to get something to eat, but as he walked, he saw Belon leaving Moura’s room.
Both about to pass each other, Belon looked at Ogorec, but said nothing as he walked, then when Belon was close, Ogorec blocked his path.
“What is with you Ogorec,” Belon commented annoyed that he did, “That you enjoy blocking my path?”
“Aron spoke to me just now of your deed,” Ogorec said, as he stood in front of him.
“And of it?” he questioned still annoyed.
“I want to thank you.”
“You can keep your thanks,” he scoffed, as he began walking again.
“Belon,” Ogorec called out, but Belon didn’t turn around, “Will you hate me all the days of my life?”
Belon didn’t answer, but Ogorec knew he reached something inside him, because his steps slowed, but he didn’t respond.
As he turned, and continued to walk to get himself something to eat, out of nowhere Egar’s Brother Osgorad, who was a high guild walked down the hallway with two other high guilds.
They were looking for Ovfren, but when they saw Ogorec in the hallway, figuring he would do, they spread themselves apart to block the hallway to keep him from passing them.
“Well,” Osgorad said, as he looked at Ogorec, “Is your night a restless one that you cannot sleep, or do you lurk the hallways looking for another young boy to rut?”
Remembering he left his sword in his chamber, Ogorec decided not to challenge all three of them.
“I am in no mood,” he said, although his anger grew, “Find someone else to tease or go to bed. You are drunk.”
“Drunk or not,” Osgorad said, as he pushed Ogorec, “Dare you reason you can command me? Vile you are to me.”
“I do command you,” Ogorec asserted.
“I know what you are!” Osgorad shouted, as he spat at Ogorec.
Angered, Ogorec struck Osgorad in the center of his nose; then chopped him in his throat, and as he instinctively grabbed his throat choking, the other two guilds grabbed Ogorec and held his arms.
“You should not have done that,” Osgorad warned him, after he coughed.
After Osgorad struck Ogorec across his face, about to strike him again, he stopped when he heard footsteps slowly coming out of the darkness.
“Shall we all die this night or soon?” Belon asked, “I am going to kill you Osgorad, and the two with you, but from it I will be put the death for killing fellow guilds, even ones so ugly and loathsome.”
Enraged, Osgorad charged Belon, and when he did, Belon struck him in the top of the head with the pommel of his sword, which knocked him to the floor, and while the others looked on, Ogorec broke free and grabbed one by his head and banged it against part of the stone, which dazed him; then tripped the other.
After he fell to the floor, Ogorec put his foot on his throat; then looked over to Belon checking on him.
As it all happened quickly, during the fight Osgorad tried to rise, but Belon unceremoniously helped him to his feet.
“Osgorad,” Belon said through clenched teeth, and his clothes in his grip, “I will be merciful to you this night. My sword wants to bathe your blood and I will deny it.”
After Belon shoved Osgorad over to his two friends, Ogorec stood over all three of them.
“All three of you are drunk,” he scolded, “Osgorad, hate me if you will, but raise your hand to me again, and drunk or not, I will cut it off; before I watch your head roll. Now go.”
As all three scurried away, Belon looked at Ogorec curiously.
“Watch your head roll,” he mentioned amused, “Now who over speaks words?”
“Me,” Ogorec teased back, before he shook his head, “My sword wants to bathe in your blood …is much.”
As both laughed, it made them think of the times they fought battles together taunting those they fought; then as both came back to what was real they stopped laughing.
“I pray you know, I did not set out of betray you,” Ogorec said somberly, as he looked at him.
“I know,” Belon said; then turned and walked away.
Ogorec no longer hungry, walked back to his chamber, and as he quietly opened the door, Ovfren sat up and looked at him.
Annoyed with him because he sneaked out of the chamber while he slept and didn’t tell him, as Ogorec undressed, he quickly turned onto his side facing away from him to go back to sleep.
Once he was undressed, Ogorec climbed back into bed; then moved closer to Ovfren to hold him, but he pulled away.
“Ovfren,” Ogorec said sternly, “You pull away like a brooding child, speak what is within you.”
At once, Ovfren turned, but when he looked at Ogorec, his eyes widened surprised when he saw the bruise on his face.
“Ogorec,” he asked, as he sat up, “What befell you?”
“I was struck,” he answered truthfully, “By the brother of the one you had words with, and whose head you banged.”
“I was going to speak of it,” he said, regretting waiting “After you had settled in.”
“He has been dealt with,” he assured him, “And do not fret over it.”
“Dealt with?”
“As I walked to get something to eat, Osgorad and his two friends blocked my way,” Ogorec revealed, “Belon dealt with one and me the other two.”
Again, Ovfren’s eyes widened, and he looked surprised, but not from his tale of Osgorad, instead, that he was with Belon who helped him.
“How did it come to be that he was with you?” he asked, as he rose jealously, “Late into the night.”
“Ovfren,” Ogorec was quick to chide, and try to calm, “No.”
“No.” He huffed, “Did you not speak you were with him?”
Firmly, but gently, Ogorec grabbed Ovfren and looked at him.
“Belon is first in command, and a guard to Lord Bayl. Our paths will cross such that I must be near him,” he said sternly.
“How can I stand against Belon?” Ovfren questioned anguished, “When even with no will of his own, his bravery is put to the test and he rises to challenge it each time with ease.”
“Ovfren no,” Ogorec again chided, “You will not lay here with me and reason within that you are less, and feel woeful for yourself.”
As emotion ran through him, Ovfren was beside himself, that again, Belon was the reason for dissention with them.
“Such quarrel is between,” Ovfren voiced worried.
“Quarrel yes,” Ogorec agreed, not wanting there to be, “And no reason for it.”
Deeply, Ovfren inhaled and looked at Ogorec, then resolved to rid himself of his jealously.
“Then I ask for a truth,” he said, as he looked into Ogorec’s eyes, “And never will I worry of you near him or fear him pulling you from me.”
“Speak it,” Ogorec said curious, but concerned what the question could be.
Slightly hesitant, Ovfren got out of bed; then walked to the window. The night air now cool, he wrapped his arms around himself to take way the chill of the night as he shivered, and to be able to look away should Ogorec’s answer wound him.
“When you see him,” he asked somberly, “Does the passion you shared with him come to mind over your passion with me?”
Ogorec inhaled; then got out of bed and took the fur they laid under, and wrapped it around his arms, as he walked to Ovfren.
“Look at me,” he softly commanded, as he turned him, then put the fur around them and pulled him close.
Slowly, Ovfren looked up.
“All that comes to mind when I look at him,” he answered truthfully, as slightly taller than him, he parted his feet to be even with him before he tenderly kissed his neck, “Is that he is not you.”
Ovfren closed his eyes to receive his tender kiss, and sighed relieved; then looked at Ogorec l
ovingly.
“I fear I will lessen its power to always speak of my love,” his soft words, as he looked at him, “Yet, the words soar from my heart through my mouth eagerly to you.”
“Umm,” Ogorec said, and pulled him even closer while they stood, “Speak those words? “
“You know them.”
“Speak the words,” Ogorec softly urged.
As he was about to speak, Ogorec took Ovfren’s hand and put his palm on his chest.
“Speak them,” Again, Ogorec tenderly spoke, “And feel this.”
“I will,” Ovfren said; then moved close to whisper it to him in his ear, “I love you.”
Ovfren’s palm flat to Ogorec’s chest; he felt his heart flutter when he spoke his words of love to him.
“Never,” Ogorec avowed, “Have words of love come from you, and my heart not beat faster from it.”
Overcome, Ogorec again weakened Ovfren.
“I know your rest has been nearly none,” he said, as he backed to the window, “But I want to feel you.”
“I care not to rest,” Ogorec said, as he followed with the fur still wrapped around them.
“My fierce love,” Ovfren whispered, as he reached behind him; then put his hand into Ogorec’s thick hair, “Thrust into what is yours, as I tell you of my love.”
“The wooden floor is to cold under our feet,” he said, as his body surged with want, “Let us get back in the bed.”
“Show me your strength, and take me to it.”
As both faced the other Ogorec kept his arms wrapped around them both to keep warm; then lifted him.
“Hold onto me,” he groaned, as he lifted him forgetting when he picked him up and threw him in the river how heavy he was, yet such was his passion for him, he did it easily as Ovfren held him tightly by putting one arm under his arm, and the other held his rear.
“Your body molds to me,” he moaned pleased, as he felt Ovfren press close to him while he carried him to bed, and his arms around him, he used one hand to hold the furs, and the other to lift Ovfren; then once he got him to bed, parted his legs to get between them.
“Ah,” Ovfren’s response when he felt the heat and weight of Ogorec’s body pressing down on him and between his legs knowing what was next.
