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Sacrificial Boy: Chapter 2 free porn video
While working in the herb garden, Aislin and Macha observed the arrival
of a small party from the Keep consisting of a wagon and a number of
mounted men. Two young Knights sworn to Lord Kelvin rode astride two
large destriers. The first, dressed in their lord's black and blue
livery was none other than the son of Lord Kelvin. The second Knight in
red and gold, thought to be a distant cousin from the north, had
recently joined the household last Summer.
As the group of men and horse came to a halt outside the village
Headman's cottage, two of the castle guards quickly jumped out of the
wagon to grab the bridle of the two-armored warrior's mounts.
"Take a look at those two, Nevan. Don't they make quite the lovely
pair?" The Knight in red and gold motioned with his mailed fist towards
the Wise Woman's Cottage.
Looking over his saddle, Lord Kelvin's son nodded. "I haven't seen the
one in the green before but I'm afraid cousin the other beauty is a
boy."
"Impossible."
"Nevertheless, this is what I have been told by the villagers. Look at
the way he is dressed."
"So she is wearing a long tunic instead of a dress. Anyway, these
villagers could be wrong you know. The rabble isn't usually the
brightest. Remember that lot of levies we assigned to Captain Hamish
last Spring? Idiots the lot of them." The Knight laughed. "Not that it
mattered, half of them died or ran away as soon as Roderick's heavy
horse hit our lines."
Nevan shook his head, trying to forget that battle. Those mercenaries
came out of nowhere to strike their line in the flank. If it wasn't for
his Uncle's own Knights counter charge it could have been a really bad
day.
"If you insist, Miles, since mother and father are away; perhaps this
evening we'll invite the two lovely ladies back to the Keep for dinner.
If they're interested that is."
"Why wouldn't they be interested? I haven't met a wench yet that didn't
enjoy being bedded by a Knight?"
Sir Miles rubbed his hands in anticipation as he continued to admire the
raven haired beauty. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Obviously the
feelings must be mutual, as all of the other villagers looked down at
the ground in respect but not this one. Keeping her head held high like
a Queen, she pierced his heart with those beautiful blue eyes. The
Knight concluded that his friend must be cleverly hiding his interest in
the girl as well. Not one to decline a challenge, the young Knight
decided that he would make this woman his own.
Nevan gave a small chuckle, knowing that his comments about the Wise
Woman's grandson were lost on his cousin. "We still have a job to do
first, Miles."
Waving his hand in acknowledgment, the Knight turned back around and
looked towards at the Armsmen in annoyance. "Well, what are you standing
around for, knock on the bloody door."
Aislin frowned when Rowena's father came out of the house bowing and
scraping before the two Knights. The three spoke for a brief moment
before the Headman suddenly ran off and began to gather some of the men
from the village. Upon returning, the Knights had already mounted and
were leaving the village with the wagons. The village men were
instructed to follow close behind.
Moving closer, Aislin felt Macha pulling him back. "Stay still, I don't
like how that one in the red and black was looking at us."
Before passing the end of the village, the Knight spun his horse around,
looked back towards the village then wheeled his horse back into place.
Although sorely tempted to follow the wagons, Aislin believed the Knight
was looking directly at him.
Deciding that he didn't want to be around when the group returned, the
young man entered his grandmother's cottage to collect a number of
sacks. Hopefully whatever errand the Knights had grabbed the village men
for had nothing to do with the black monolith.
**********
Spending most of the day deep inside the forest that surrounded the
village, Aislin found that thankfully he missed the return of the men of
the village. What they brought back was no surprise. While instructing
Macha how to remove the spikes off one of the Red Lance mushroom he
gathered, she explained that the Knight's passed back through the
village with the black obelisk in the wagon.
"Everyone came home unharmed, so perhaps we are worrying for no reason."
The young girl sucked her finger, learning how to de-spike the mushroom
had so far been a painful experience.
"I still don't understand why they decided to remove the stone in the
first place, most people know enough to leave them alone." Reaching for
Macha's hand, he studied it to make sure that none of the sharp lances
broke off in her finger.
Blushing, she pulled back her hand with a smile. "If you want, we can
hold hands later but I think we need to clean off the rest of these
mushrooms."
Aislin grinned then reached into his bag, dropping a dozen more of the
prickly mushrooms on the small table.
"You didn't make her remove the spikes with her bare hands did you,
Aislin?" Ina approached with a smile on her lips.
"What." Macha gave the young man an accusatory look.
"Of course, that's how my mother taught me." Trying to keep from
laughing, he reached into a small brown sack before putting on a pair of
calf hide gloves. "Everyone learns with their bare hands, you need to
know how much pressure you can place on the cap. We don't want to harm
the plant any more than necessary. Also, these spikes can damage the
gloves just as easily as your hand."
Macha made a face then nodded. "Show me."
Starting from the gills of the mushroom, Aislin slowly moved his hand
across the cap. With each move, the small spikes covering the cap fell
to the ground.
"That slow?"
"That slow, any faster and more than likely you're going to either shred
your hands or the gloves."
"If the mushroom didn't have so many uses, I don't think anyone would
bother with them." Ina looked in the bag at the assortment of other
mushrooms and medicinal herbs and smiled. "I'm sorry I can't be out
there with you, Aislin."
"Gran, there is absolutely no reason for you go into the forest anymore,
I have two perfectly good legs."
Before the three could continue further, a rider rode into the village.
By the colors worn on his surcoat, he came from the castle.
"I wonder if it has something to do with the obelisk." Ina commented as
the rider was obviously making his way towards the cottage.
"I wish to speak to the one called Aislin," the man on the horse
commanded.
"Wonder what that's all about." Frowning, the young man walked around
the side of the house to greet the messenger. "I'm Aislin."
"You have been summoned this evening to dine with Sir Miles of Arklow. I
would suggest that you wear something more femininely appropriate."
"What...dinner? Doesn't he know that...?"
The messenger raised his hand. "A number of us in the Keep understand
your dilemma. The good Knight has in fact been told of your situation by
Sir Nevan, however he does not believe it to be true."
Ina, upon hearing the command, stormed towards the rider. "What nonsense
is this, Niles?"
"Mistress Ina." The messenger backed up his horse nervously. "I'm sorry,
but what I told to your grandson is true."
"Tell this Sir Miles that I'm sick, tell him I died." Aislin turned to
his grandmother in panic.
"Understand that this is not my decision. Mistress Ina, please see to it
that he is dressed appropriately. As you know, Sir Miles can make life
quite difficult for you and your family if your grandson ignores this
summons."
"Sir Miles or whatever he calls himself must be insane." Aislin turned
back towards the cottage, there was no way he was going to have dinner
with this Knight.
Macha ran forward to stop him. "You have to do this."
Spinning around angrily, it immediately deflated seeing the tears in her
eyes. "Why."
"Remember, my grandmother was at one time a Court Healer. I know what
the nobility is capable of."
"Gran?"
Ina shook her head sadly. "I won't force you, Aislin, however Macha is
right."
"Why would anyone think I'm a girl?"
Both his grandmother and her apprentice gave a small laugh.
Reaching up, Ina walked over and gently cupped Aislin's face. "I'm sorry
I laughed but I don't think you have much of a choice, sweetheart."
"This is stupid, you know that. Fine, I'll do it but I won't be happy
about it. What do I need to do?"
"Niles, please tell your master that my...granddaughter will be ready. Now
if you excuse us, we have some work to do before she is presentable
enough to be seen at the Keep."
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Aislin looked down, he wasn't particularly enamored about wearing a
kirtle but he could tell the high quality of the fabric. Used to the
coarse linen fabric of his daily ware, even the under garments, a cotton
chemise and what he was told was silk, felt quite nice on his skin.
"I never realized that you had my mother's clothes, Mistress Clar."
Two chests had been left behind, one full of his mother's beloved books
and other personal items the second, which he hadn't seen until today,
was full of clothes. While going through the outfits and other items in
the trunk, the young man became quite confused. The clothing alone
confirmed that his mother's station in life had been much higher than a
simple common village wife. However already pressed for time to get
ready for dinner, Aislin would have to hold off looking through the rest
of the trunk for another day.
Thankful for his grandmother's and the miller's wife's help, they
finally finished the last layer of his outfit, belting a particularly
nice dark blue sleeveless over gown.
Noting the older women's quiet stares, Aislin become very uncomfortable.
"I look like a fool right. I knew this wouldn't work."
"No." Ina looked at Clar for support. Still after a good amount of
complaining, and after throwing Macha outside, Aislin finally removed
his clothes and submitted to her will. Still at no time, did she believe
this would be the end result.
"As your grandmother says, truth be told..."
"I'm coming inside even if you're not dressed." Macha who had been
standing at the door the entire time, burst into the room. "By the
goddess Aislin, you look beautiful."
"What?"
The two older women nodded in confirmation.
Amazed, Ina inspected her grandson's gown. "If it wasn't for the fact I
changed your swaddling clothes Aislin, I wouldn't believe you were ever
a boy."
"True, I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it with my own eyes."
Clar let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. The boy was a
spitting image of his mother. "Aislin, you make a very lovely woman."
The young man frowned, not really sure how to take the compliment from
his mother's old friend.
"Come back to the cottage; let me fix your hair." Macha grabbed his
hand, dragging him out of miller's home.
"Wait, people in the village are going to see me."
"Why does that matter now?"
"I guess it doesn't." Aislin came to a stop a few steps beyond the
cottage. It came as no surprise that those outside already noticed his
new outfit.
"Ignore them; we still have things to do." Surprisingly enough, not a
single person had a disparaging remark as they passed through the
village. In fact, all of them looked upon Aislin in silence.
"How do you walk like that?"
"Like what?" Afraid to make eye contact, the young man stared nervously
ahead.
"Like a women, actually like a noble woman." It was as if Aislin's
natural grace had been suddenly enhanced, she thought.
"Do you remember the harvest festival? Lord Kelvin sponsored a tourney.
Quite a number of noble ladies attended."
"You were watching them enough to learn how they held themselves."
The young man was quick enough to note the irritation in her voice.
"Well, they were hard not to notice walking around in all their finery."
Macha nodded but the frown didn't leave her face.
Aislin gave a small laugh, which caused the young apprentice to blush.
"Actually, if I didn't walk this way I would have already fallen on my
face. No matter how nice it feels, it's quite difficult to move quickly
with all of this fabric around ones legs."
"The dress is very beautiful."
"Thanks, I guess."
Laughing, the young girl pulled Aislin into his grandmother's cottage
and into the back room. Making him take a seat, she began to braid his
hair.
"Your hair needs to be a little longer for this to work properly, but we
will make do."
Aislin closed his eyes, her hands felt nice. Suddenly he felt her soft
lips placed upon his. Opening his eyes, the young man found that Macha
had already gone back to fixing his hair.
"Not that I'm complaining mind you but did you kiss me for any
particular reason?"
"Because you're beautiful and because I wanted to."
"Very nice dear." Ina said interrupting the two as the older women
entered the cottage.
"I often helped my mother with her hair." Standing back, the young girl
smiled at her work. "One last thing."
"Ina, what happens if Sir Miles decides that...?" Clar looked down at the
boy, he might look like a girl but she was well aware what the Knight
probably had in mind for after dinner.
Aislin smiled. "Don't worry; I will inform him I am coming down with
melancholia."
Clar stood back shocked. What boy would think of even using the women's
affliction as an excuse?
Ina laughed at her friend's discomfort. "Remember, my grandson although
not a healer has been assisting me since he was young. Trust me Clar; he
is quite knowledgeable about how the female body works."
Ina's apprentice came back into the room holding a small bronze amulet
attached to a silver chain. "This is my mother's." She said as she
slipped it over his head.
"Macha reached over to hold Aislin's hands. "It will bring you luck."
Looking into her eyes, he realized the two of them would need to sit
down and talk after he returned from the Keep. That is, if he returned.
Ina smiled at the two children warmly, but her thoughts were interrupted
by a wagon pulling up outside the door. "It's time, Aislin."
Nodding the young man stood, only to be surrounded by the three women
who fussed over him, adding one final touch, a long grey cloak to
complete the outfit. Finally presentable, he stepped outside and calmly
approached the wagon.
The two men in Lord Kelvin's livery sat in shock at the sight of the
beautiful woman who stepped out of the cottage. They had expected some
village girl dressed in some ill-fitting feast day attire but not the
lady approaching them. Without thinking, one of the men leaped off his
seat to help Aislin into the wagon.
"Please come this way, Mistress Aislin."
Thankful for the help, as there was no way he would have been able to
climb into the wagon by himself, Aislin thanked the young man. Little
did he realize because he was nervous, he spoke slowly which also
happened to be the mannerism of a higher station lady. "Thank you
Master...?"
"My apologies, I'm Phelan and that is Sean."
"Nice to meet both of you."
"Enjoy your dinner, dear." Ina approached the wagon as it started to
leave.
Rolling his eyes, which produced a giggle from Macha, Aislin waved one
last time as the wagon turned around to head back to the Keep. Once
again, the villagers stopped what they were doing to stare at the boy,
or at least who they always thought was a boy.
This lack of reaction didn't make him feel any better. Dressed in his
mother's clothes, Aislin half expected the villagers to turn violent. If
nothing else, the usual spiteful comments, however the lack of any
reaction was a bit unnerving.
Finally relieved, as the wagon crossed over the stream on a wooden
bridge that separated the Keep's lands from the village proper, Aislin
turned to appreciate the countryside. No longer barren in the clutches
of winter, he studied the Orchards off in the distance where the trees
were beginning to bloom.
"Mistress, I see that you are admiring the Orchards."
Lord Kelvin's lands were known for its apples, including the hard apple
cider produced ever year. The apples were also a much-needed source of
food through the harsh winters.
"Lord Kelvin's lands had a particularly good crop of apples last year."
"Yes he did. Although between you and me, Mistress, I would be happy not
to eat another apple for some time."
Passing another orchard, a group of men stood up as the wagon approached
with the foreman unexpectedly taking off his hat. As they continued to
draw closer to their destination, Aislin became more and more nervous.
Since the messenger arrived, the whole experience had been unreal.
However the reality of meeting a Knight whose obvious intentions were
much more than just a meal made him want to run back to the cottage. It
was one thing to dress up in his mother's clothes; it was quite another
thing to pass himself off as a female no matter what his grandmother
said.
Crossing a third and final wooden bridge, the wagon came to the edge of
Loche Glas, the small lake located on Lord Kelvin's land. On the water,
off in the distance Aislin could see the tall curtain wall, the outer
defenses of the Lord Kelvin's Castle.
"Mistress, have you been to the Keep before?"
"Yes a number of times, although not for dinner." Aislin gave a small
nervous laugh.
"Do you have relations in the Keep?" Sean asked while turning the wagon
towards the castles entrance.
"No, my grandmother and I met with Master Ibor while he was still
alive."
"The Alchemist." Phelan turned in his seat.
"Yes."
Looking impressed, the man pointed happily towards the castle. "Oh, see
Mistress, we are almost there, you should be with your Sir Miles in no
time at all."
Even to the uneducated, the castle's defenses seemed daunting. To be
able to pass through the gatehouse, the wagon had to first cross a long
wooden bridge, which in the threat of danger would first be destroyed by
the castle defenders. The bridge continued across the lake, becoming
part of the drawbridge. Although the strong wooden bridge allowed entry
into the castle, long thick chains could quickly raise it if the castle
ever came under attack.
Now approaching the gatehouse, to some it might seem welcoming, but to
Aislin its appearance was like the maw of some great beast. He realized
that the Keep could very well become his prison. Deciding that there was
very little he could do about it now, the young man sat back and tried
to enjoy the rest of the journey.
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