This is chapter 2 of Naveen Knights, a story inspired by a work no longer found on Literotica entitled The Virgin Princess. Where did it go? I mean, come on - how can you go wrong with an army of sex demons, a lovely but frustrated princess, a horny witch, an oddly perverse wizard, and a queen into S&M? (Ok, the queen is my idea - but it works)

Sir Emrys Lewthwaite and his men slowly approached the village of Amergin. They were there on the orders of the king's chief advisor, Mycaelis Caimbeul, who had sent Emrys on a scouting mission to see why they hadn't heard from the residents of the villages of Rafer and Amergin for many days. When Sir Lewthwaite and his men reached Rafer they found the children, old men, and old women had been locked in a barn, and everyone else was missing. Emrys sent the refugees they found back to the Castle Naveen with two of his men while he and his remaining ten men followed the trail of a force that they suspected had attacked Rafer and were headed from Rafer to Amergin. Now at sunrise the men of Sir Lewthwaite are at the gates of the walled village of Amergin.

The men slowly rode through the village gates and saw what they expected for a sleepy country village at sunrise; nothing. No movement, no people, only a few sleepy pullets scratching up their morning feed. They hadn't seen a guard either, but few hinterland villages have actual guards; in fact Amergin is a rarity in the fact that it has walls and a gate. The tired men rode slowly between the small buildings looking left and right carefully for any indication of what happened to the force and captives they followed this far.

"Sire!" shouted one man, his call breaking the still morning calm. "I found them! I think..."

As one man, Sir Lewthwaite's men wheeled in the direction of the call. Nearly a week in the saddle nonstop greatly improved the horsemanship of these foot soldiers that were pressed into cavalry detail mere days ago. Emrys reached the spot first and nearly fell out of his saddle in shock when he saw what lay before him in the village square. There before the mounted troopers lay the adult population of the villages of Rafer and Amergin entangled in an orgy of sexual overindulgence the likes of which the men had never even dreamed of.

Men and women, women and woman, men and men, tangled in pairs, trios, and more. The citizens were rutting, fucking, sucking, sodomizing, licking, and biting in ever changing combinations and perversions. Emrys and his men were aghast as they watched the spectacle. All participants were covered in dust, dirt, mud, and the combined sexual secretions of dozens of people.

"This is a foul blasphemy unto the heavens!" shouted Terentius Kinney, the most devout of Emrys' men. Terentius leapt from his saddle and advanced on the writhing mass of humanity. "I order thee to cease and desist in the most holy name of the Great Maker! Stop your foul machinations and beg forgiveness now before you all be damned for all time."

"Terentius keep back!" shouted Emrys' sword master Galfridus. "They may be bewitched!"

But Terentius would have nothing of it, in his heart he knew he could save these people from eternal torment, and he waded into the knot of thrashing bodies while holding up the Aleph, the symbol of the Great Maker. A slim woman with boyish hips rose out of the entanglement, her tiny breasts were covered in mud and dirt, but her erect nipples could be seen through the filth. She reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy with one hand then in a movement faster than the men believed possible she pushed her fingers in Terentius' mouth.

Terentius staggered back and snarled while reaching for his sword. He opened his mouth to curse the woman but suddenly he paused. His eyes were burning with a fire of righteous wrath, but they abruptly softened, his hand at his sword hilt shifted to his buckle and he dropped his sword belt and began pealing down his pants. The woman smiled and wrapped her arms around him and they slowly sank into the writhing mob.

"Great Maker!" Galfridus hissed as the men watched one of their own lost to the possessed villagers.

The troop edged their horses back nervously, many making the sign of the mano fico; raising their fist with the thumb between the index and middle finger to ward off the evil eye. They nervously eyed a woman who was crawling toward them from the tangle of bodies.

"Run!" she gasped, "save yourselves." Her large breasts dangled between her arms as she slowly crept forward. Her eyes seemed to change from crazed to sane and back as she tried to formulate words.

"What manner of witchcraft is this?" demanded Galfridus as his horse skittered nervously.

"Demons," she gasped, "they descended upon us in Rafer, they took our young and our old, they raped and ravished us, and every one they touched was bewitched with a burning need." Her eyes glazed over and she reached between her legs and began to rub her pussy. "They tied us up and took us in carts here to Amergin. We were a full day in the carts, bound immobile and burning with lust but unable to satisfy our hunger..." she began to rub her clit harder, her breathing came in gasps.

She continued even though she was having small climaxes during her monologue. "We were crazed beyond sanity with lust by the time we arrived here, and the demons gathered the folks of Amergin like they did us, but instead of ravishing the folks here they turned us loose on them and they marched off to Faolan. Our juices affected the villagers here like the demons did to us." She started to cry as she continued to rub her clit. "We carry the demon seed, a plague of lust!"

Just then a wild eyed mud covered man came up behind her, dropped to his knees, and unceremoniously mounted her. Without a word between them he began to hammer at her pussy as hard as he could and the look on the woman's face became one of blissful gratitude. "The demons had a wizard ruling them!" she gasped as her sanity ebbed away, "find the emerald wizard and avenge us!" and with a shriek she began humping back at the Wildman as hard as she could.

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Princess Amia Reynard moved through the palace at a snail's pace. Even though she was in a hurry to her favorite part of the day, literature lessons, she moved slowly. The last time she moved through the palace at a pace more in tune with her eagerness she was accused by her mother of trying to purposely outpace her hand maidens and leave them behind and was ordered to walk at "a pace more becoming that of a future monarch".

"Future monarch; what a laugh," she snorted to herself. Here she was, the princess daughter to the lowest ranking vassal king in all of the twelve kingdoms. Due to her father's low ranking amongst the royal houses, if she does get lucky enough to marry, she'll end up with an elderly bachelor prince who probably has to kill a dozen relatives just to be invited to the Candlemas ball.

"I'm eighteen already, and never have been touched by a man, let alone have had one propose to me," she moaned to herself. By the time she was eighteen Amia's mother had already married, bourn the king two children (her second, a son, died shortly after birth) and had been crowned queen of Naveen. The only thing Amia has accomplished is to help her mother's handmaidens embroider a tapestry of the Battle of the Four Ridges that was fought several decades years before and a thousand miles away.

She glanced over her shoulder at the two handmaidens that were following her through the castle and thought for a moment of trying to lose them in the twisting corridors, but decided against it. As fun as it would be, she was almost at Mycaelis Caimbeul's tower. Mycaelis Caimbeul was her father's most trusted advisor and her tutor, having taught her mathematics, literature and several sciences. Her favorite was astronomy, she loved the long evenings atop the tower looking through Mycaelis' glass at the moon and the stars. Her least favorite was herbs and plants, probably because she considered his garden was very unnerving.

And to get to Caimbeul's quarters in the northwestern tower of the castle, one had to go through his garden. The garden occupied one entire floor of the wide tower, and through a clever series of mirrors and windows it was the brightest and warmest room in the castle. She slowed even more as she entered the garden to allow the handmaidens to draw closer to her. Even though the room was filled with light, it always gave Amia an uneasy feeling. Brightly colored butterflies and exotic birds flitted from branch to branch in the exotic growth. Bright green snakes coiled around low hanging branches, vines and moss hung from trees, and small creatures skittered among the leaves, moss, and ferns on the ground. The air was so moist it was actually foggy which made the garden seem even stranger to her. Amia followed the winding path through the lush greenery, and even though the air was very warm a chill ran down her spine. Her mother would say that the chill indicated that someone had just walked over her grave.

The handmaidens seemed to enjoy walking through the indoor jungle, they chatted quietly between themselves and looked about happily, but Amia prayed and muttered under her breath the whole time wishing they were already through the garden, and finally after long agonizing minutes they were. After what seemed to Amia to be forever they reached the stair case along the northern wall that led them up to Mycaelis' private chambers.

The chambers of the kings advisor were filled with bookshelves on which sat hundreds of books and ancient scrolls, they lined the walls and divided the large room into sections. Each section was used for a different purpose, one for alchemical experimentation, one for literary research, one for military planning, and one for general purposes where she normally had her lessons. Amia looked up at the towering book cases in awe, they reached the high ceiling and ladders on wheels stood at the ready to allow a researcher access to any tome no matter how high its perch in the room. She made her way through the maze to the general purpose area where she normally would find Mycaelis standing next to the fire place. He usually was waiting for her in a manner which showed great displeasure with her tardiness regardless of how late or early for her lesson she was, however on this day he was nowhere to be found.

His quarters were actually only two rooms, a small sleeping quarters and the much larger great room where all the books were stored. She searched through both rooms to locate him but he was nowhere to be found. She was about to tell her handmaidens that she was going to return to her suite when Mycaelis stepped out from behind a book cast in a dark green traveling cloak. He was brushing dirt and leaves off the cloak when he suddenly looked up and realized he wasn't alone. "You're late," he said.

"No I'm not," she started, angered at his accusation but he silenced her with a sternly upraised finger.

"Today's lesson will be held here tomorrow at the usual time. Please try not to waste my valuable time; your father isn't paying me to wait idle for you to decide when you're ready to learn." Anger washed through Amia, she opened her mouth to scorch the air with an oath so foul that her father's soldiers only uttered it in the most extreme of circumstances (like finding someone cheating at cards) but when Mycaelis raised his finger she found herself unable to speak. "Go now," he said in a quiet voice, "return when you're ready to learn."

More bitter curses sprang to her mouth, but Amia was unable to verbalize them. In fact she found her body moving to the door and down the staircase into the green hell of the garden. She stormed down the path ignoring her handmaidens who were bustling to catch up with her. She barely even noticed the shiver that went down her spine that happens every time she passes one particular point in the garden.

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Mycaelis Caimbeul watched the princess leave with a blank look on his face, the effete little snot would never find out how much he wanted to kill her. In fact he was looking forward to the moment when he will rip the expensive gown off her exquisite body and plunge a dagger through her perfect breast into her ice cold heart. Murdering her in front of her parents had a delicious enchantment about it, however that was a pleasure yet to come.

Before he could entertain the thought of ridding himself of the spoiled brat any further he had business to take care of. He shrugged off his cloak and neatly hung it from a hook, then standing before the fireplace he held an Azurite crystal in his right hand while he made a complicated gesture in the air with his left hand. The crystal flared with an intense dark green light then before him the air shimmered and a Drusi appeared amidst the shimmer. The Drusi snarled at the intrusion but Mycaelis insure that the Drusi was trapped in a tactile protest; a spell which prevented it from voluntary mobility. Mycaelis then led the Drusi through the large room into his sleeping quarters and once in there he twisted a sconce on the wall over the bed's headboard. The wall opposite his bed opened to reveal a foggy blackness that had a certain feeling of depth about it. They stepped through the opening and without fanfare found themselves in the private quarters of the Keep of Lady Caelia de Ancriis.

Caelia was sitting up in bed awaiting their arrival. When they appeared in her bed chambers she bonelessly eased out of bed and approached Mycaelis, her flame red hair spilling over her shoulders, her lush body barely covered by a wisp of cloth that concealed her curvaceous figure as well as fog. Caelia's large heavy breasts bobbled with every step she took as she approached Mycaelis and the Drusi. "Is this for me?" she asked.

"You wished to inspect one," answered Mycaelis coldly as if the sight of her body had no effect on him. "This one may have about an hour left."

"Interesting," she purred as she walked around the Drusi inspecting the hairless, scaled humanoid. With a flick she pulled off its loin cloth causing the Drusi to leer at her and show her its pointed teeth, but the tactile protest kept it from attacking her. She crouched down and inspected the demons erect cock closely. It was long and thick, emerald green fading to royal purple at the head, standing straight out from the demon's groin. The Drusi's scales got smaller as they approached its phallus, but on the penis itself they were large and more defined, which gave its cock a covering of smoothly rounded bumps. From her close vantage point she could see the glistening coating of Oil of Azulee on its cock; it was seeping from pores between the scales along the length of its prong. The bright purple head of his cock was smooth and free of scales, but twice the circumference as the shaft of the penis. The long thick cock trembled with the Drusi's every heart beat and the musky scent of the beast filled Caelia's head. Just the smell alone was a powerful aphrodisiac and she was having a hard time keeping her plan clear in her mind. "Will it obey me?" she asked.

In answer Mycaelis traced a cryptic symbol in the air in front of the Drusi's face. "It will now," he said softly.

"Good," she smiled, "follow me, beast." She walked back to her bed and discarded her filmy gown. She lay down on the bed and stretched as the Drusi stood next to the bed. Then Caelia reached out and with one long elegant finger she stroked the length of the monsters cock. Immediately her index finger began to tingle, and warmth began to spread up her arm. "Great Maker!" she gasped. The feeling of intense sexual need was more than she's ever experienced before in her life. Never had she ever felt more naked, more sensual, and more open. Her pussy began to moisten and all she did was touch the beasts cock!

She brought her Oil of Azulee to her nose and inhaled carefully. As the musky scent filled her nose her mind was filled with images of making wild passionate love. Her head spun and she found it hard to concentrate she was so overwhelmed with passion. She bit her lower lip mostly to keep her jaw from trembling and brought her finger to her breast. She touched her nipple and nearly fainted from the sudden rush of carnal lightning that exploded from her nipple to her clitoris. Her nipple crinkled and hardened and her breast began to swell in a deliciously painful way. She brought her trembling finger to her other nipple and gasped at the jolt of pure desire that flashed from her large trembling tit through her entire body.

Caelia whimpered in need and arched her back as the lightning shot through her body; every nerve ending was alive and responsive. Every contact was the touch of a lover, even the slight breeze coming through the window was a tongue dedicated to pleasuring her body. Caelia's breasts swelled to the point where they stood up proudly from her chest like they did in her youth. Before she could change her mind she reached down and touched the Oil of Azulee to her clitoris and suddenly fireworks went off behind her eyelids. She could feel her pussy and anus desperately clutching, demanding to be filled. Her breasts ached for a mouth to suckle them, her body demanded another body to fulfill its desires.

Caelia was vaguely aware of Mycaelis walking round her bed slowly with an evil grin splitting his face. "That was just a drop, my dear sorceress," he hissed. "Imagine the aching longing of the villagers you had me loose my demons on, think of the sheer mind numbing rut of the future victims to come as the Drusi ravish them, and their sons and daughters."

"Dear Gods," Caelia groaned as her hands kneaded her swollen pillowy breasts. Her fingers were savagely twisting and pulling her long hard nipples, her areola were bright pink from her need and from her desperate pawing. "Lick me," she whispered. This time it was a request.

"You're in estrus, witch." He stopped at the foot of the bed, standing between her spread legs grinning up at her face which was twisted in delicious agony. "You're in heat, and cannot be satisfied by your hands alone."

"Great Maker please!" she cried, "eat me, lick me! Please?"

He leaned forward, his chin just above her flamed colored bush. "For a price," he hissed drawing out the word 'price'.

"Name your price and be done with it!" she whimpered. One hand lowered to her clit and began to rub in circled furiously but it just inflamed her passions even more.

"When we dethrone your brother I want half the kingdom, not an acre less."

"Yes!"

"Plus the gold you promised."

"Yes! Anything, just take me!"

Mycaelis grinned and slowly lowered his face to her crotch. The fresh womanly scent of her pussy filled his nostrils and a normal man would have eagerly licked her to a dozen orgasms just for the joy of hearing her cries of passion, bit Mycaelis is not a man of fleshly pleasures. His desires lie in the realms of power, both earthly and mystical. He began to lick her pussy, from her tight little anus to her trembling clit, but he drew no pleasure from it. He drew pleasure from having this power over her.

"OH GODS YES!" cried Caelia, "lick me, eat me... don't ever stop, don't move!"

Mycaelis didn't notice the inflection she used in her final words; he just continued to slobber on her vagina. Just because he drew no personal pleasure from sex it doesn't mean he is unable to perform. He went down on her pussy with the intent of giving her a mind shattering orgasm just to show her he could, and he was doing a fine job at it.

Caelia cried and shrieked in shear rut as his tongue danced on her buzzing, throbbing clit. He suckled the little nubbin causing high voltage erotic lightning to flash through her body. She arched her ass up off the bed and held Mycaelis' head tight to her vagina with both hands as she shuddered and shook while waves of sweet release crashed through her body. "OH GREAT MAKER YES! OH FUCK! OH GODS I'M COMING!" she wailed. Her magnificent breasts wobbled and shook as her body was wracked with spasms of sweet release. She continued to hold Mycaelis' head tight as she babbled incoherently while her orgasm crested and washed over her body.

"Sweet heavens that was wonderful," she gasped as she slowly came back to earth. The Oil of Azulee still caused desire to control her body, but the immediate passion was sated. She turned dreamily to the Drusi which was still standing next to the bed and pointed to Mycaelis who was still gently licking her pussy. "Fuck him," she told the demon.

Mycaelis froze in horror then tried to stand straight up, but he couldn't. All he could do was remain bent over the end of the bed and continue to service Caelia's hot wet pussy. Somehow the witch took control over his body and he was helpless to stop what was going to happen next. The Drusi came up behind Mycaelis and with those horrible claws tore open his linen pants, then finding that Mycaelis was wearing underwear tore open the seat of his braies exposing his vulnerable anus. Those horrible claws pried open Mycaelis' ass cheeks and the demon prepared to mount his bitch.

Caelia looked down on Mycaelis and grinned. "Maybe we should renegotiate our agreement?"

Mycaelis just closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable. The Drusi pushed the huge purple head of his cock against Mycaelis' asshole and waited for a moment as the Oil if Azulee took effect. Immediately on contact Mycaelis could feel his sphincter begin to go into spasms and try to clutch at the head of the Drusi cock. The heat of need spread out throughout his lower abdomen as the Drusi cock began to stretch open his virgin anal ring. Then in horror Mycaelis realized it wasn't the Drusi taking him, it was he who was pushing back on the huge demon cock!

"It's always hardest the first time," said Caelia in mock sympathy as she traced a gentle hand around Mycaelis' face. The shocked look of horror on his bearded visage almost made her laugh.

Slowly the thick knobbly pole penetrated Mycaelis rectum, the oils both lubricating its passage and spreading the fire of sheer rut throughout the unwilling mage's body. His ability to produce cognitive thought drained away with every millimeter of hot throbbing cock that pried its way into his ass. He thought the cock was going to start coming up his throat when the Drusi's groin finally pressed against his ass cheeks. That seemed to be a signal to the Drusi who clutched Mycaelis' hips and began to methodically saw his cock in and out of Mycaelis aching ass.

"Poor baby," Caelia taunted, "Maybe he'll take you to dinner when he's done stretching out your asshole."

Mycaelis tried to respond but all he could do was grunt incoherently in time with each skewering thrust of the Drusi's huge pole. He hated every moment of this, the violation, the humiliation! But the sensation of live flesh moving in and out of his bowels, his nerve endings tingling with every motion of that thick sausage that pumped in and out of his guts was overwhelming! His own cock was hard and throbbing, his nipples tingled with the need to be touched.

Caelia watched in mounting excitement as the man she detested was buggered by a foul hell spawn demon. Was her excitement due to the aphrodisiac in her system or was there something sick and twisted in her psyche that loved watching this self righteous prig get sexually abused by a beast? Either way the one thought that was overwhelming her senses was that her pussy was empty and was aching to be filled.

Caelia rolled over on her stomach and pushed her way down to the foot of the bed, slipping between the mattress and Mycaelis. She reached back and pulled away the tattered remains of his pants and found his hard cock and directed it to her hot wet pussy.

Mycaelis began humping excitedly at the touch of Caelia's hand on his tingling, throbbing cock, then when he felt her swollen pussy lips kissing the head of his cock he began thrusting wildly, pushing forward into her cunt, then back to take the Drusi's cock.

In response the Drusi clutched Mycaelis' hips tightly and slammed its cock into his asshole as deep as it possibly could. Mycaelis felt the demons cock lurch and begin throbbing as it injected him with volley after volley of the ultra potent aphrodisiac. "Gods NO!" Mycaelis wailed in despair as he felt his rectum filling up with the potent fluid.

"Is it good?" whispered Caelia as she smiled her wicked smile. "Can you feel the need burning in your loins?"

"Don't taunt me bitch!" shouted Mycaelis. His ass was now free of the skewering cock that held him prisoner for the longest moments of his life and he began to fuck Caelia as hard as he could. She rose up on her elbows and knees on the bed and he stood at the foot of the bed and began to hammer his cock in and out of her succulent pussy. His asshole gaped open; the demons spend slowly oozed out of his stretched open pore, bathing his balls and inner thighs in the fiery, tingling fluid. His mind began to shut down as the Oil of Azulee poured through his bloodstream and turned him into a creature of pure lust. All he could think of now was the aching need in his cock to penetrate deeply and viciously as possible, and the need in his balls to inseminate.

"How is it?" she taunted, "do you feel like a human yet? Are you now just an animal like the rest of us?" To her glee her taunts caused him to shout incoherently and slam into her harder and faster. Caelia delighted in every pounding thrust, her round cushiony ass absorbed his angry thrusts and her pussy clutched at his impaling rod. To be taken so savagely and remain in control of the situation was the dream fuck she had always wanted. She felt the demons spend that was oozing out of Mycaelis violated ass and down his dangling balls being rubbed into her pussy stoking her flames of desire even higher.

"Yes that's right. Fuck. Harder. NOW!" she screamed in mindless rut as she pushed back hard with each slapping thrust.

With a roar of animal anger Mycaelis tore off the remains of his clothing and gripped Caelia's hips and drove his cock in as hard as he could, deep as he could. He wanted to hurt her with his punishing thrusts but she laughed in delight each time his groin slapped against her ass cheeks and his cock head pounded against her cervix. She began pushing back at him like a mad woman, her hair flying in all directions, her breasts slapping against each other and swinging violently with their insensible mating. Through the buzz that filled his brain he heard her screaming something about coming but at that moment his own damn burst. His cock leapt inside her pussy and with every twitch it felt like he fired a pint of pent up sperm into her clasping cunt. He bellowed his release at the top of his lungs as over and over his cock spit into her, filling her up, their combined fluids gushing out where their bodies were joined most intimately and covered their thighs.

Mycaelis collapsed on Caelia's back but she twisted out from underneath him. "You stupid bastard," She sneered at him. "You honestly think you can get anything you want out of me just by getting me horny? Oh, are you going to suffer. The effects of that Drusi's come will be with you for days, and I'm going to take full advantage of every moment and make you sorry you ever conjured that hell spawn."

As she leaned over and began to tell Mycaelis what her demands were, another pair of ears heard them too. Across the large room one of Amia's hand maidens crouched behind a large wing back chair and listened intently. The Drusi knew she was there but he was trapped by a tactile protest spell which kept him from doing anything without Caelia's direct bidding. As the handmaiden watched the pair on the bed stopped talking and Caelia mounted Mycaelis' erect cock and began riding him wildly. Her full breasts began bouncing in time with her bodies lunges, and the both began grunting in time with the collision of their groins.

Unnoticed by the couple on the bed the Drusi's time in this dimension came to an end and it dissolved to nothingness in a flurry of spiraling shadows. The handmaiden made careful notes of everything she saw and heard in a small notebook with a crude pencil, then she silently slipped back out of Caelia's room, through the foggy veil into Mycaelis' apartment in the Castle Naveen.

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Sir Emrys Lewthwaite looked at the horrible emptiness of the village of Faolan. The signs were the same here as before: the villagers were separated from their children and elderly, ravished by demons and then carried off to infect another village while the demons went on to yet another village. He looked at the trail that led off to the south west. He wasn't sure where they were headed, Edryd? Brychan? Both villages lay in that direction, they'd have to follow the tracks to be sure.

"I've never seen such an attack," said Galfridus. "They hit one village, and then take everyone to another village where they have themselves an orgy with their neighbors, over and over."

"It's not an attack," said Emrys thoughtfully, as if he were a very long way off. "It's a diversion," he added so quietly that Galfridus almost didn't hear. Emrys suddenly leapt from his saddle and walked his horse through the empty village, the only sound that could be heard was the children's crying for their missing parents and older siblings, and the elders trying to comfort them. Then Emrys straightened as Galfridus eased out of his own saddle. "I need someone who knows how to," he thought for a moment, "how to navigate through the intrigue of the palace."

"I may know someone who can fit that need," said Galfridus after a moment. He's a bad liar but Emrys never told him that.

Emrys crouched down and took a scrap of vellum from behind his leather breast plate and began to scratch it with the point of a dagger. "Find that fellow and have him get this to the king. No one else."

"Aye sir, will be a pleasure. Um, may I ask for a couple of days to visit me poor ol' mother?"

Emrys knew that Galfridus' mother passed away years before. "Make it a very quick visit, then meet me with every strong arm you can enlist in Wyndham as fast as you can." He handed Galfridus the piece of vellum.

Galfridus swung into his saddle and without a word raced off toward the Castle Naveen. Emrys shouted his remaining men to him and began giving out orders, soon they were racing off to the North East toward the town of Wyndham as fast as they could, Sir Emrys cursing himself for wasting so much time.