WORRLGENHALL

by Luke, Monica

  Again, Enek inhaled; then strengthened his will.

  “We cannot,” he bluntly answered.

  “Why?”

  “I have had a night to reason,” Enek’s again blunt words, but the words panged him from knowing he was intentionally being cruel, as well as lying, “And such a way is not for me.”

  “You are lying.” Ovfren knew, “And I know you are by how you returned my kiss just now. You want me.”

  “Want or not, I shall remain true to what I spoke,” Enek said frankly, “And to speak more of it is useless. I will hear nothing else from you, so be gone,” he added, then turned his back to him and began practicing again.

  Ovfren stood flabbergasted by the sudden change in him, but didn’t know what to say sway him.

  His pride wounded, he quickly turned and walked away, but as he walked down the corridor, he got more blunt words from another when Belon stepped out of the shadows in front of him.

  “Have you gone mad?” Belon chided, “What is wrong with you?”

  “What do you mean?”

  Angry with him for his foolishness, Belon grabbed him by his hair and pulled it hard to make him listen to him.

  “Ogorec loves you,” he scolded, “And here you are offering to bend your knees between the thighs of one you do not even know.”

  Insulted, Ovfren tried to strike him, but Belon moved his head out of his way and slapped the top of his head hard with the palm of his hand.

  “You severed Ogorec from me,” Belon continued his scolding, “And for a long time I wanted to strangle you with my bare hands…yet I know fate was fate, and that another was truly meant for me, and grateful I now am to you.”

  “I do love him,” Ovfren professed, “And shall always.”

  “I believe you do.” Belon knew, “Yet, I knew one day your mind would wonder.”

  Ovfren was silent, as guilt rushed though him, but so did jealously.

  “I know about you and him, and the kiss,” Ovfren finally blurted.

  “He spoke it to you?”

  “He did.”

  “Then all this was done to punish him?”

  “Yes,” Ovfren again blurted, “No,” he corrected himself, as he shook his head, “I do not know.”

  “I know his kiss to me wounded you,” Belon, trying to be as sympathetic as possible considering their past, said, “But if you truly forgave him, forget the kiss, if you cannot let him go.”

  “I forgave him, but I was angry still.” Ovfren realized, “And was well on my way to doing foolish a deed.”

  “Yes, you were,” Belon’s criticized, “And if such notions come to you again, I warn you.

  Belon caught himself, realizing he was becoming emotional.

  “End it or be faithful, and if not…”

  “And if not what?”

  Knowing he was being slightly haughty because he was scolding him, Belon grabbed Ovfren’s head and banged it into the stones of the wall just hard enough to make him know he meant his words.

  “Oww!” he cried out, and frowned, as he grabbed his head.

  “The next time it will be harder,” he warned and walked away.

  **

  Well into the night, all drank and enjoyed themselves, but Belon concerned about Aderac, refrained because he wanted to be able to help him back to their chamber without stumbling himself.

  As Belon mingled and waited until Aderac tired from his seemingly endless chatting, occasionally glancing over at him with a smile. To pass the time, he pleasantly talked with the guilds and with his men, but still disgusted by the sight of their earlier kiss, the two from Hemrock again tried to taunt him.

  “Do you wonder?” one asked, when Belon walked by, “If the King of Ivodgald has his way with sheep, as well as men?”

  “I shall reason the king is a sheep lover, as well as a man lover,” the other snidely replied, “Yet, I shall gather more with sheep than men for the reason he is so ugly.”

  Belon’s pleasant mood turned to instant anger from the insult to Aderac, and Aderac who just happened to look over to him at that moment, noticed his menacing scowl from all the way across the hall.

  “Cousin,” Aderac observantly said, and kept his stare on Belon, “Belon is troubled and I believe the men from Hemrock who are next to him have caused it.”

  Baric looked across the hall and saw Belon standing.

  “How do you know?” he questioned, “He is all the way across the hall. I hear and see nothing wrong.”

  “I know all that has to do with Belon and moods.” Aderac asserted, “And I can see on his face that he is very angry.”

  Only seconds after Aderac spoke, Belon put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

  “You two will die this night!” Belon swore.

  “Dare I be cursed,” one spewed, “Should I dishonorably die by the hands of a man lover and not a true warrior?”

  When Aderac saw Belon rest his hand his sword’s hilt, he sprang to his feet.

  “Belon,” he called out from across the hall, “I am tired and want to go back to the chamber.”

  “Go to your sheep lover king,” the other taunted, and just as he half opened his mouth to laugh, he felt his body tilted and suddenly moving.

  Unable to finish his laugh, Belon suddenly seized him by his jaw and forcibly drove his body backwards. His boots dragging the floor leaving a scuffed trail until it ended with his back crashing into the wooden wall.

  Stuck to the wall as if a tapestry; his jaw still securely in Belon’s angry grip. He desperately he tried to break free, oblivious that Belon had withdrawn his knife and was about to bury the blade deep into his stomach, and seconds from killing him, those from WorrlgenHall grabbed Belon’s arm and pulled him off him.

  Instantly, the man reached for his jaw fearing Belon dislocated it with his strong hold and forceful drive, then he glared hatefully at him before lunging towards him, but those from Hemrock grabbed him and held him back.

  When he saw it, Aderac, holding his side rushed away from the table to the end of the hall with Baric, Ogorec, Laad, and others right behind them.

  “What is going on?” Baric questioned first.

  “We were only jesting as men do, great king,” one from Hemrock offered.

  Aderac walked to Belon and stood right in front of him.

  “Speak,” he firmly said. Looking right into his eyes, as if he could read his thoughts, and Belon knew he’d know if he lied.

  “They insulted you, and shall die by my hand,” his truth, as he angrily breathed through his nose.”

  Right away, Loth looked at Laad.

  “Did I not speak this would happen?” he questioned through the side of his mouth so others couldn’t hear him, “Shall I get the guards? This will end in much bloodshed.”

  “No,” Laad answered confident, “I am sure King Aderac will put the matter to rest.”

  Aderac looked at Belon, and saw the angst in his eyes knowing he longed to kill those who insulted the one most dear to him.

  “Honeeey.” He sang softly to Belon, moved.

  When Aderac lovingly spoke to Belon, this time the second man from Hemrock snickered, and when Belon heard it tried to get at him, but the guilds grabbed him again and held him back.

  “King Gegorad,” Aderac said calmly, when he turned and saw him now standing by Baric, “Are your champions’ servants or free to come and go at will?”

  “They are servants I bought.”

  “Ah.” Aderac nodded, “I shall give you twenty gold pieces for each of them, and buy them from under you now as we speak.”

  As the room hushed, King Gegorad was at a loss for words from his generous offer.

  “But,” he could only mutter.

  “You have others to use who may well still win the vying,” Aderac quickly added to sway him, “And selling these two will indeed add to your wealth.”

  “They are good fighters,” he however said, still reluctant to sell them.

  “I shall give you forty g
old pieces for each.” Aderac tempted.

  Unable to resist such an offer, since he bought them from traveling traders, and only paid twenty silver pieces for them both, King Gegorad nodded his agreement.

  “Welgord,” Aderac said, without even looking at him.

  The coin bearer hurried beside him.

  “Yes king.”

  “See that he gets his gold.”

  “Yes king.” He bowed his head and hurried away.

  “You are men of Ivodgald now, and I welcome you,” Aderac spoke pleasantly to them and aloud so all in the hall could hear before he looked at them again, “And in such, you must learn the laws of my kingdom.”

  During all this, Belon remained silent, unsure what or why Aderac did what he did, but didn’t speak against him in front of others.

  “Grand Commander Belon,” Aderac now said.

  “Yes, King Aderac.”

  “Do you know the punishment for mocking the king?”

  “I do.”

  “Grand Commander Belon they mocked their king.” Aderac smirked, and looked at them, “See that Raudgred punishes them.”

  Belon withdrew his sword, and when both realized what Aderac had done, charged Belon from the right and the left, which made Ogorec withdraw his sword to help him, but Baric grabbed his arm.

  “No, the king has sentenced them to death, and it must be done by Belon.”

  Both rushing towards him from different directions, Belon reacted quickly, and with his powerful muscled legs leaped high onto one of the tables landing steady on his feet, before he kicked one in the face sending him tumbling backwards.

  As the man did, Belon withdrew his knife, and with lightning quickness and accuracy threw it at him and after the sharp pointed blade lodged into his heart killing him instantly, he wasted not even a second on his attack against the other.

  Again, his muscular legs sprang him high with his sword in front of him to kill the other when he came down, and Belon’s strength great, another learned just how great, as foolishly he tried to block the pure force behind Raudgred by holding his own sword sideways above his head.

  His arm extended high in front of him to keep Belon from slicing down into him from above, he cried out in failed agony when the steel sliced into his shoulder cutting easily through sinewy and bone.

  As his shoulder lopped from his torso, it fell to the wooden floor making a loud thud, and as he spun and screamed in agony, Belon seized his other shoulder and turned him before plunging his personally made steel, deep into him, almost disemboweling him, completing what he started to do to him in the first place.

  After briefly scowling at both men’s lifeless bodies, Belon retrieved his knife and went to Aderac.

  “Are you hurting?” His first concern, as the ferocious man only seconds before, tenderly touched his face worried about him because he stood throughout the whole ordeal.

  “No, honey,” Aderac answered breathless, as he marveled at how fierce Belon could be; then suddenly become gentle as a lamb with him, “It is late, let us go to bed.”

  Loth side glanced at Laad, and knowing an, I told you so gloat would be on his face, didn’t bother to look back at him, “I warned you that with those two there is never a dull time.” He would not have been himself if he stayed silent.

  Again offering no comment, both men looked down at the two lying dead, and all eyes wide and spellbound, none knew what to say, so the hall filled with eerie silence.

  “Take the bodies away and clean up the floor,” Baric finally ordered, then noticed many standing gawking, “Let us all withdraw for the night, the vying begins at first light.”

  **

  After they kissed the children while they slept, once back in the chamber, Belon helped Aderac into bed, then got beside him and snuggled close.

  “Such a deed …” he praised Aderac’s cleverness, tenderly kissing the side of his head, then his lips.

  “I did nothing but buy two servants.”

  “Such a deed,” Belon only repeated.

  As both lay, Belon drew air deeply into his nose, but said nothing, and knowing him well, Aderac knew other thoughts filled his head.

  “Something worries you.” He knew, “Speak what it is.”

  “It was not the Segorans that took you,” Belon revealed “It was a tribe Lord Cadon gave gold to rob the travelers, and make them reason they were Segorans.”

  “How did you find out such?”

  “Laad and Loth caught one of them,” Belon continued, “And he confessed.”

  “He did this and all the while. “Aderac fumed, “Smiled in our faces.”

  “Such is true.”

  Aderac sat up when a thought came to him.

  “Then it is by his hand.” He suspected; then groaned loudly in pain from sitting up to quickly, “That King Thogor is dead.”

  “Do not raise that way again,” Belon chided, and gently used his hand to get him to lie down. “We believe yes.”

  “Such betrayal Belon,” Aderac said repulsed, as he lay again and looked over at him, “What shall we do?”

  “They harmed who I love,” Belon avowed. “And it does not set well with me that any of them still breathe.”

  “Be wary,” Aderac, as always, warned, “I love you, and I want and shall grow old with you.”

  “As I want and shall grow old with you,” Belon said, as he pulled him close, “Sleep my king, and beloved.”

  **

  Believing he was asleep, quietly Ogorec came inside; then put his sword away, but as he took off his shirt and boots about wash before bed, he looked over and noticed Ovfren awake and watching him.

  “I reasoned you would be asleep,” Ogorec said, as he walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed.

  “I have been awake for some time.”

  As he raised and rested his body on his elbow, both looked at each other deeply in love, but afraid to hear what may come from the other’s mouth, and fearful of resentful feelings, both, for a while, had spoken very little to the other.

  “For days,” Ogorec finally put his worry into words, “You have not spoken more than five words to me at a time. Are you still angry with me?”

  Ovfren sat up more.

  “I was angry,” he confessed, “And wounded.”

  “Are you still?”

  “I am not,” he spoke truthfully.

  Glad that he wasn’t, he was still afraid to ask his next question, but he did.

  “Do you still love me?” Ogorec braced, as he looked into his gray eyes, “Do you?”

  “I do,” Ovfren’s truth, as he moved even closer to him, “And always will.”

  Ogorec smiled and exhaled relieved; then leaned to kiss him. When he did, Ovfren pulled him onto the bed with him.

  “I was about to wash up,” he said, but pleased that Ovfren again began to play with him as he always had.

  “We have been without words or passion for days,” Ovfren said, as he rose to his knees, “And that, my wanted one can hold.”

  “It can and shall,” Ogorec readily said, then held Ovfren with one hand and tugged at his pants with the other.

  “Get them off.” Ovfren panted impatiently, “I need to be buried inside you.”

  Finally, freed from his pants Ogorec got back onto the bed and on his knees with Ovfren, and as both looked at each other. So close their breath was on each other’s face, tenderly they kissed until each kiss became more passionate.

  Their masses throbbing from passionate kisses of want, Ogorec fell onto his back.

  “Thrust such that I cannot sit,” he now begged, as Ovfren hurriedly got between his legs.

  Once Ovfren put Ogorec’s legs firmly over shoulders, he began his thrusts.

  “I will make it so you cannot walk,” he said, as he pushed every inch of his aching for release-engorged shaft inside Ogorec.

  Ogorec cried out with each pounding thrusts to many to count, then both unable to form words, let their sounds speak for them until Ogorec’s
eyes rolled into the back of his head, letting Ovfren know he was about to explode.

  “Let it flow,” Ovfren said, while his body shuddered, “I am pouring inside you.”

  Both breathing heavy, Ovfren collapsed.

  “You were right. I will not be able to walk,” Ogorec confessed completely exhausted and pleased as Ovfren’s body rested on top of him.

  “Then I have done well,” he said, as he lifted his head and kissed him, “Rest a short time. I am about to do well again.”

  Chapter 50

  “I am here to take your place,” Augerd said, when he walked down the chamber hallway to the guild guarding the door to Lord Elgen’s chamber.

  “The king’s words were two are to guard him.”

  “The other is on his way,” Augerd lied, “All should be fine until the other comes.”

  Thinking nothing of it, the guards walked away; then once he made sure they were far down the hallway, Augerd quickly opened the door.

  “You have been found out,” he said hastily, when he rushed inside, “And after the challenge it will be made known to all.”

  “How?” Lord Elgen questioned, wondering what gave the plan away, as he sprang to his feet.

  “They captured Endric,” Augerd answered, “And hold him.”

  “Curses!” Lord Elgen cried out alarmed, knowing they would be undone for good, “Get me away from here!”

  “What of your brother?”

  Lord Elgen paused, while his mind weighed the disadvantages of trying to free him.

  “He stuck his knife to deeply and bled badly. He is to weak for the journey. We will have to bargain for his return.” Lord Elgen resolved, as he again quickly dressed, “Now get me out of WorrlgenHall.”

  “Wait,” Augerd stopped him and tossed him different clothes, “They will know you for sure by those clothes.”

  After Lord Elgen dressed, Augerd gave him a sword; then both sneaked down the back hallway and stairs towards the stables where Augerd hid two horses, but to get their quickly meant they had to use a more traveled hallway.

  “Follow me closely,” Augerd said, as he walked warily looking to his left and right.