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"Ponkert, look! There--by the roadside--a rose!" Elf's excited words drew him from his idle thoughts of the events that transpired since his emergency landing on this strange planet.
Tugging his loyal Richard, the cowardly mankil, to a halt, the Earthman watched as the girl slid from the back of her mount and trotted toward the deep red bloom.
He smiled to himself, remembering the weapons demonstration Tomar had provided the morning following their night of wenching in the Hortian pleasure houses. The ruler's skill with the various swords and lances of Keller had been enough for the Earthman to reconsider his decision not to take Elf with him. There was no need to duel to the death--especially when there didn't seem to be the least chance that he would emerge the victor from such a battle.
He also had to admit that during his brief stay in Hort the ribald king of that city had grown to be the closest thing to a friend he had on this planet. If for no other reason than that, he had no desire to lock swords with Tomar.
Besides, his decision to take Elf along with him had resulted in Tomar outfitting him with the finest equipment available. The long sword, battle-axe and dagger hanging from his waist were superb. Tempered steel that would stand up to the strongest blows of any foe.
Of course, there was Elf. The young girl had been more than valuable during their week's journey from her home city. Her knowledge of the terrain had saved him at least a week's extra ride. And her woodsmanship had provided a ceaseless variety of delectable repasts each evening. Not to mention her companionship. The girl was a veritable wealth of information about Keller. During their endless hours of bouncing on the backs of their sturdy steeds, he had never tired of her explanations of various sights they passed. She had also provided a history of Keller's development. From what Ponkert could make of the various legends and myths she told, Keller had grown from the remnants of a derelict colonial rocket from Earth. The lost voyage had long been forgotten by the mother planet, which was to his advantage. If the Earth's residents had known about Keller, they would have come in the teeming millions. Of course, this was exactly what he planned once he located Jan.
He fully realized places like Hort, and people like Tomar and his daughter Elf, would be the losers if such a venture succeeded, but then this was a dog-eat-dog universe and if he didn't look out for himself, nobody else would!
"Look, Chad!" Elf panted as she remounted her mankil, which bore the name Harl. Unlike his own Richard, Harl was a stunted animal and entirely docile.
"This is quite a rarity." the hazel-eyed girl exclaimed, holding the carmine flower out for his examination. "This rose grows wild in the forest of Hogue, but are seldom found. Some say the petals can be crushed and the slightest drop mixed with wine forms a powerful elixir--an aphrodisiac."
Ponkert smiled at his impish companion, "What would you want with a love potion?"
"Milord, I have no need of such a brew," she glared somewhat contemptuously at him. "But there are those that do!"
Her heels nudged her mount forward without another word. The girl's eyes stared straight ahead as she settled to the back of her mankil. The rest of the day's journey continued in much the same manner. The silence irritated him for some strange reason. Even when he suggested they stop for the night, she merely grunted and gave a curt nod of her head.
As he bedded their mounts down for the night, the girl went about lighting a small fire and laying out their equipment. With Richard and the diminutive Harl safely hobbled, he announced his plans of scouting the area for direwolf spoor. In reply, Elf curtly informed him of her intention of bathing in a stream running about a hundred yards from their campsite, and that if he needed anything further from her, he could find her easily enough.
More than a little perplexed by her attitude, the Earthman strolled off into the dense forest surrounding the small clearing in which they had made their camp. He had obviously said something that had insulted the girl and now she was retaliating by denying him her companionship. Not quite the way for a woman who had offered her life to him to act. Although he tried to shrug off the cold shoulder she had presented, it still bothered him for some reason which he couldn't explain.
Trying to take his mind off the girl, he pulled his sword from its scabbard and took a couple of swipes at an imaginary opponent that suddenly appeared before him. The imaginary villain deftly done in by his expert swordsmanship, Ponkert carefully examined, the fine workmanship that went into the blade. Laying the sword aside on the ground, he pulled out his battle-axe and admired it. Although he had yet to use the weapons, they gave him a feeling of security in this world of knights, kings and fair damsels in distress.
At last he slipped his favourite gift from Tomar from its metal sheath, as he placed the battle-axe on the ground next to his sword. The weapon was a long dagger that looked more like a bowie knife than anything else. It was of Tomar's own design and, like the other two blades, a figure of a half-man, half-wolf was etched into its silvered steel near the hilt. A werewolf! Tomar's own reminder of his destroyed ship. Also symbolic of the pack of direwolves he had defeated to save Elf, the king had explained.
Unclasping his cumbersome cape and laser pistol holster, also provided by Elf's grateful father, and laying them on the ground, the Earthman balanced the dagger in his hand. Again an imaginary opponent appeared from out of the forest. Grinning he jumped at the mock foe, whose size and strength rivalled that of King Kong. Stabbing and lashing in a brilliant show of dexterity, the imagined villain was vanquished in a matter of moments.
Smiling, self-assured, Ponkert stepped back and admired his skill with the blade. His grin abruptly faded when an ear- splitting scream pierced the silent forest.
The cry for help had not faded before, the Earthman, clutching his dagger was racing through the thick brambles toward the source of distress-Elf!
Reaching the edge of the small pond, he was immediately met by the sight of a monstrous snake writhing and splashing near the shore to his left. Elf, struggling uselessly, was caught in the thickness of the creature's green and brown splotched rings. The gigantic snake, a waterboa, was methodically crushing the life from her body.
Hollowness filled him as he rushed forward toward the encoiled woman. His foolishness in the woods had left him armed with only the dagger he clutched in his right hand. A feeble weapon with which to slay a seventeen foot monster that had just slithered up from the swamps of hell!
With only the thought of freeing the girl from the twisting body, Ponkert lashed out at the hell-creature. The blade struck a deep groove in the shining green near one of its eyes. The action brought what he wanted, the snake's attention was diverted from Elf momentarily.
Like an unholy living whip of flesh, the waterboa's great triangular head struck out, its gaping mouth snapping closed on Ponkert's forearm. While the beast lacked the teeth that normally line a mouth, it had two wickedly curved fangs which it used to hold its prey. It was these that savagely sunk into the Earthman's arm, burning like twin daggers.
Transferring his blade to his left hand, Ponkert's right hand closed around the thick scaly neck of the creature, gripping as tight as possible to stop those dangerous fangs from adding further torment. Connected fangs in his flesh and a hand grasping its neck, the dagger-armed man began to step backwards in a straight line to avoid the coils that slithered free from Elf as the devil-snake turned all its attentions to the new challenge.
Repeatedly, the bowie knife-like dagger slashed out trying to cut its way into the white underside of the snake. The damage the Earthman inflicted was slight. Armor-like scales deflected the main impact of Ponkert's blows before the sharp point of his knife could sink into the vital flesh beneath.
Its bloated trunk completely free of Elf, the snake now whipped its heavy body forward, trying to ensnare its newest prey in its deadly twisting coils. Ponkert's legs carried him above the ensnarling living whip time and time again. However, he realized it was only a matter of time before the results of this uneven match became evident and he fell victim to the creature's deadly, crushing embrace.
His attention turned back to the snake's head. Again and again, he tried to drive the flashing blade into the loathsome eyes of the writhing creature. But again and again, his attempts were in vain, as the ponderous monster twisted and coiled away from the striking tooth of steel. Ponkert held back his want to scream out in agony, as the snake's movements twisted the fangs still held in his bleeding arm.
Almost before he realized what had happened, a slithering coil trapped his right leg. He went down to his knees, prepared for the ponderous mass of snake that would soon encompass his body. But before it could lash out with its ensnaring rings of scaled death, Ponkert felt a violent shock transmitted through the snake's mouth. The Earthman's eyes flashed up and saw Elf lifting a huge rock above her head. The rock descended with a fleshy thud onto the snake's thick back.
The new attack from the rear was all that was needed to again divert the monster's attention. Taking advantage of the opening given to him, Ponkert drove his blade forward, slicing it into the creature's eye. He felt the slight resistance of bone, then the dagger drove into the brain.
In an unearthly scream, the gargantuan opened its mouth, freeing its fangs from the arm it had held. Geysers of thick green blood boiled from the pit that had once contained its eye, as Ponkert scrambled back. Screaming again the monster convulsed and collapsed dead on the bank of the stream, its huge coils continued to quiver in reflex action.
Shaking visibly from the near-death encounter, Ponkert called out to the girl, who dropped her rock on the monster for one last time, "Are you all right?"
"Yes," Elf replied, her voice going at full quiver. "But your arm?"
Before he knew it, the girl was at his side, leading him into the cold stream. Her hands urged him to sink into the washing current.
"It's not poisonous," she said rinsing the blood and grime from his wound. "But it needs to be cleaned and bandaged to stop infection."
He didn't protest, but insisted that she also look after any possible injuries she might have sustained. Following his directions, she dipped into the water and washed the muck of the fight from her body. A body that Ponkert suddenly realized was nude!
"Nothing but a few bruises that will be sore in the morning. Nothing to worry about," she announced.
He nodded and smiled. As the girl helped him from the water, he realized that his first impressions of Elf, and those he had made during their week together, were completely off base.
Any thoughts he had gathered that Elfgwynne of Hort was a young, undeveloped tomboy were completely dispelled by her nakedness. As his eyes travelled over her pleasing curves while they walked back to the campsite, he realized that it was this girl's subtle beauty that had been slowly insinuating itself into his psyche during the past week and had caused his recent worry.
Elf was young, but far from underdeveloped. She was merely small boned. Her bare body presented the picture of a delicate, finely crafted Dresden china doll. Her lithe body moved in the regal grace he had first detected that day after he had defeated the direwolves. Her shoulders were thrust back fully displaying two firm, proud breasts that heaved as she breathed. Two delightfully pink, blossom-like nipples were prominently placed at the tips of the fleshy cones. While her breasts were nothing like the super tits of Jocelyn or Leda at the House of White Satin, they were far from lacking. They were high and firm with slightly upturned blushing nipples. In proportion with the rest of her body, they matched perfectly.
Her legs were just long and supple enough to be described as elegant. Her calves held a soft, muscular look and her thighs were fully developed, holding the strength to grasp and please a man. As they reached the blazing glow of the campfire, his eyes were drawn to the downy patch of chestnut fur that bushed below the sleek plain of her flat stomach. The flickering flames were caught in the droplets of water still held there and were ignited like a thousand sparkling gems.
Elfgwynne of Hort was definitely not a tomboy, his mind repeated. She was a woman! And a very desirable one!
"Do you think I need an aphrodisiac to win a man?" she questioned as he sat on the ground near the fire.
Reading the seriousness in her almost green hazel eyes, he suddenly realized the reason for Elf's earlier coldness. An expert woodsman, an expert swordsman and raised by her father, the girl had become a tomboy to the point of even wearing her hair cut short in the rough shaggy hairdo. But she was a woman and knew it. Still her almost manly life had left doubts in her mind about her womanhood and her powers of attraction for the opposite sex.
"No," he assured her in a soft but determined voice. "You have absolutely no need of that rose you found today."
"Are you sure?" she questioned, as she wrapped a white bandage around his forearm and tied it securely.
"Yes," he replied letting his eyes linger over the gentle curves of her body a little longer than necessary. "You are very beautiful. Probably far much more than you realize."
"And I have no need of the rose?" she continued
"None at all," he smiled.
"Good," she grinned, then changing the subject. "You're shivering!"
"It's the coolness of the night and these soaking wet clothes," he answered.
"Get out of them and get into your bedroll. That'll get you warm," she commanded.
Following her directions, he lifted himself from the ground and walked to his laid-out bedroll. With a little bit of diff1culty caused by his stiffening arm, he managed to strip down to his home-made jock strap, then prepared to climb into the soft bed.
"Get that off, too!" Elf ordered from behind him. "I don't want you catching a cold."
Glancing over his shoulder, he sheepishly grinned at the girl, realizing he had never fully stripped before her during their week together. But shrugging his shoulders, he pulled the jock strap and nutcup down, and dropped it atop the pile of his other clothes.
Elf walked to his side and gathered up the wet clothing and began laying it out before the fire to dry as he once again prepared to get into his sleeping bag.
"Did you know that these sleeping bags are of a special design?" she suddenly questioned.
"No," he answered, studying the bedroll with a puzzled look.
"They are," she continued in a nonchalant voice. "They are designed so they can be fastened together into one large bag--big enough to hold two people."
His groin lurched at the words that he had just heard and he turned to the girl still arranging his clothes by the fire.
Somewhat unbelieving and astonished, he questioned, "Elf, am I reading you right? Or did you just proposition me?"
Innocently, her eyes met his and she replied, "I know nothing of propositions, but there is a tradition in Hort that if a man saves a young woman from danger, he has the right... "
"... to bed the woman," he finished her statement. "Yes, I know. I've had a run in with that custom."
The sorrel-haired Hortian princess went on, "Twice now you have saved me from death and yet you have refused to exercise your privilege. I think that I have need of my rose."
"You don't have to use that damned flower," he said, trying to think of some polite way of telling this girl, that had just offered to jump into bed with him, that he had never seen her as a woman before.
"Is it because I'm a virgin that you find me so unattractive," she puzzled.
Virgin! The word blasted through his mind leaving him slightly more than a little unsure and confused. Fumbling for some answer, he blurted out, "A sleeping bag in the middle of the forest is no place to be offering your maidenhead. Besides, your father is a close friend of mine, what would he think?"
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