The
Elven Chronicles
Episode
Three
The
Fugitive Bride
Chapter
12
Erallendria
Ralasharia and Honoria barely survived the
next day. The draining of their
life force by the Grotharg shaman left them so weak they could barely place
one foot in front of the other.
That and the fact that a late autumn snowstorm decided to pay them
a visit nearly finished them off.
The snow came down in thick flurries that completely obscured all
visibility. It chilled them to
the bone and the only thing that saved their lives was the fact that the
Grothargs decided to set up camp early because of the
snowfall. Numb from the cold,
their feet bruised and bleeding, and exhausted beyond anything she had ever
expected possible, Honoria stumbled to the ground too beaten to go any
further. Only some stubborn will
to live had allowed her to make it as far as she had and now that she had
been allowed to stop she knew she could not get up and move
again.
Ralasharia was not much
better. Laden with chains her
every footstep must have been sheer
agony. But the Elven warrior
gave no indication of the pain and exhaustion she must have been
suffering. However, when the
order to halt came, she collapsed alongside Honoria and lay like one dead,
ignoring the fact that she was lying in a hollow full of melting
snow.
Seeing her fried so defeated
moved Honoria to one more effort to help her companion, but she fell back
after barely crawling one foot.
How can the shaman take anything from us now? she
wondered. We have nothing
left.
We have one thing
left, Ralasharia answered.
Our bodies.
Honoria realized that she
must have voiced her thought aloud.
But at first Ralasharias answer confused
her. The shaman had already taken
pretty much everything he could from their
bodies. They had nothing left
except
The implications
of that last thought hit her with full force and her mind recoiled in
horror. That would
mean
No. She could not accept
the fact that she and Ralasharia had been forced to walk to the point of
collapse just so they could be cut up and become part of some Grotharg stew
pot.
Unfortunately the gruesome
thought was confirmed within the hour.
The shaman approached followed by his usual
retinue. He looked at them, filled
with the energy he had stolen from his two cringing victims, his body straight
and strong, and his yellow eyes no longer glazed
rheum. He spat on the ground
at Honorias feet. Weak
Human bitch. Feeble
Elf. You no longer any
use. Tonight I take last of Human
and Elf magic. He gestured
and a couple of bitches took hold of each of the
heroines. They were not particular
careful about how they transport their meat taking each of them
by the heels and dragging the two women alone the
ground.
This is it,
Honoria thought. After
all Ive suffered now I am to be
butchered. She could only hop
that it would not be too painful.
Eeeeaaaggghhhh! the scream was inhuman and so
loud it threatened to rupture Honorias
eardrums. The bitch dragging
her dropped her feet and covered her
ears.
She had just enough energy
to raise her head. What she saw
amazed and frightened her. The
shaman was waving his harms wildly as she staggered forward the shaft of
an arrow jutting from his chest.
The arrow had penetrated almost up to the fletchings and as the shaman
staggered forward he turned in a complete circle and Honoria saw that the
arrow had gone right through his body and out the other
side.
The thargs around him; those
who were supposed to protect him ran wildly in all
directions. From seemingly out
of nowhere, more arrows arrived.
Two more caught the shaman and in spite of his renewed vigour he staggered
and fell, dropping almost at Honorias
feet. His death, and the continued
arrival of more arrows from out of the snowstorm, resulted in complete
panic. The Grothargs broke, both
the thargs and the captive bitches running for their
lives. Within minutes all that
was left of the Grotharg encampment were the bodies of the dead and the two
exhausted women. Then from out
of the snowstorm emerged shadowy shapes.
The first of these was a
creature so like Ralasharia that Honoria knew they had to be
related. From beside her came
a strained exclamation: Erallendria!
The Elf warrior stopped,
eyes of icy grey looking past Honoria.
Her mouth twitched.
Sister! she exclaimed.
They might almost have been
twins, except that where Ralasharias hair was fiery red,
Erallendrias was midnight blue.
Other than that they were almost identical, with the same height and
physique. The major difference
was that in dress Erallendria favoured red where Ralasharia had favoured
black. Erallendria had the same
wings-and-quiver framework strapped to her back, but the wings were dyed
a brilliant crimson, tinged with black.
The straps crisscrossing between her breasts and the leather of her
boots were dark brown. The skirt
dangling from her slender hips was a shade of red similar to the
wings. In her gloved hands she
cradled a bow, an arrow nocked to its
string. As with Ralasharia she
seemed completely oblivious when it came to covering her body, her uncovered
breasts swaying slightly as she moved.
From behind the Elf emerged
several other figures. One of
them, striding of the whirling snow, took Honorias breath
away. Tall, broad-shouldered,
with piercing blue eyes he might have been a demi-god for all Honoria
knew. Bare-chested, he wore
tight-fitting trousers that emphasized his narrow waist and muscular thighs,
and tight backside. His long
white-blonde hair was tied in place by a red band that circled his
forehead. Eyes of the most brilliant
blue swept over her before settling on
Ralasharia. Honoria experienced
a twinge of jealousy as he stepped forward and with Erallendria knelt by
the Elven maidens side. Other
figures came out of the whirling snow and suddenly Honoria felt gentle hands
lifting and carrying her.
She was carried by the Elven
warriors to a place where a small shelter had been
erected. In front of the shelter
was a roaring campfire that defied all efforts of the falling snow to diminish
the flames. She was laid on a
carpet of spruce boughs and some typically gauzy Elven covering was placed
over her. Reviving warmth pulsed
through her veins. Beside her
Ralasharia was laid on an identical bed of boughs while her sister and several
other Elves crowded into the tent.
She experienced again the power of Elven
medicine. Within a very short
time she was feeling strong enough to sit up, but the female Elf tending
her pushed her back. Lie
still, the Elf said.
Give yourself time to heal.
You will be brought food and drink
soon. And then you may sit
up.
Nearby Erallendria was tending
similarly to Ralasharia, while the strikingly handsome male Elf hovered over
her and held her hand. He murmured
quietly to her and once again Honoria felt the knife of jealously twist inside
her. But she forced down the
emotion, reminding herself that she should rejoice at her Elven friends
good fortune in having so handsome a
suitor.
As the Elf who had tended
her had promised, food and drink were brought and Honoria was helped into
a sitting position. She felt
well enough to do it herself, but her Elven saviours insisted on helping
her. Ralasharia was also helped
up. She still wore the iron bands
that the Grothargs had paced around her wrists and ankles, but the silver
chain that had limited her powers ha been removed as had the chains that
limited her movements. As the
food was brought Erallendria rolled a log into position and used it as a
stool so that she could more comfortably speak with
Ralasharia.
Well, big sister,
Erallendria grinned. You
led us on a merry chase. But
I see we got here in time.
She glanced toward Honoria.
I am surprised to find you with a human, but nothing you do
should really surprise me.
This is Honoria, Princess
of Sallia and Duchess of Magdoran, Ralasharia
said. She seemed somewhat subdued
in spite of her rescue and reunion with her
sister.
Peace, sister,
Erallendria said, touching Ralasharia lightly on the
shoulder. You will soon
be put right.
Some things cannot
be put right, Ralasharia said, her eyes filling with
tears. I was dishonoured
and led the Princess Honoria into a life of enslavement and
brutality.
You saved my life,
Honoria interjected, and served as an example of bravery and
sacrifice. I would be dead or
worse if not for you.
I see the Princess
is as noble in nature as she is in birth, another voice
commented. Honoria turned her
head to see the golden-haired male Elf watching
her. Warmth spread through her
body, centred in her loins and radiating to the rest of her
anatomy. She blushed that she
should have such feelings about a complete stranger, and one promised to
another at that. Her obvious
embarrassment, however, only made her flush more deeply until she was sure
she was glowing like a hot coal.
Keldar laughed
Erallendria. Look what
you have done to the poor princess.
Show some mercy and give her a chance to
recover. You dont have
to romance every beautiful woman you lay eyes
upon.
I must apologize for
my brother, Erallendria continued, turning to
Honoria. He simply cannot
control himself when he sees an attractive woman.
Unconsciously, Honorias
arm moved to cover her breasts. In
spite of the fact that none of the other women present had any sort of breast
covering, she could not overcome her Honoria cultural
conditioning. Keldar laughed
at her reaction. Ah,
Princess, he said. You
should not hide that which gives me such pleasure to
observe.
Honoria was completely smitten
and the revelation that Keldar was Ralasharias brother rather than
a prospective suitor left her emotionally
overwhelmed. She could not help
griming like and idiot or staring at the handsome Elf like some love struck
serving girl, instead of the woman of noble birth she was supposed to
be.
Get away from the
girl, Erallendria said, tossing a handful of snow in his
direction. She is supposed to
be resting and your presence has obviously not contributed to her
healing.
Keldar bowed to
Honoria. I apologize,
Princess. I will leave you to
heal. Perhaps I may be allowed
to look in on you when you have fully recovered.
I also must apologize
for my brother, Erallendria said as Keldar walked
away. Honoria could barely keep
her eyes off him, but tore her gaze away and tried to control the rapid beating
of her heart.
I am afraid that like
most men he thinks with a part of his body that is quite distant from his
head, Erallendria continued.
I will do my best to see that you are not bothered unduly by
him.
Honoria wanted to assure
Erallendria that she would not be in any way offended by Keldars attention,
but held her piece. It was bad
enough that she was affected this way by the handsome Elfs presence
without making herself look completely
foolish. Other than what she
had learned from Ralasharia she knew nothing about Elven
culture. It would be most unseemly
for her to become involved with a member of a society completely outside
hers. However, as she watched
Keldar disappear into the snowstorm she couldnt help hoping that the
Elven warrior would keep his word and pay her the visit he had
promised.
It snowed for two days,
and the Elves seemed content to stay right where they were, in spite of the
fact that they were deep in Grotharia.
The snow will conceal us, Erallendria
said. Even the Grothargs
do not go out in weather like this.
We are safe enough.
By the second day Honoria
and Ralasharia were recovered enough from their ordeal to rise from the spruce
bough beds. Time for a
proper bath, Ralasharia said.
Being wiped down with a cloth doesnt
substitute.
Where are we going
to find a place to bathe around here? Honoria
asked. Oh no, you dont
mean
Ralasharia didnt answer;
she simply led Honoria through the snow to the stream where the Grotharg
bitches had almost drowned her.
Honoria suddenly felt weak and her knees buckled as she remembered
what had happened to her during and after that
occasion. Suddenly there was
a touch at her elbow and Erallendria was
there. Come, she
said. You must not fear
to face your memories. The Grothargs
are no longer here.
With Erallendrias
help she made it to the pool, but now she faced another
barrier. I cant go
in there, she said, looking at the cold dark
water. Ill
freeze.
Ha, Ralasharia
scoffed. Without waiting to see
what Honoria would do she stripped off her clothing and plunged into the
pool. She was immediately followed
by several other Elves, both male and
female.
Honoria still
hesitated. The Elves casual
display of their bodies was something she had not gotten used to in spite
of her association with Ralasharia and she stood on the bank watching as
the Elf splashed in the water. Not
even when Erallendria stripped off her clothing did she follow, and then
there was a deep voice at her elbow.
Come, Ill help you
in.
Her knees almost buckled
again when she saw that it was Keldar, but this time it was not from fear,
but something else she could not exactly
define. The Elf warrior was,
as in the case of all the Elven males she had seen, wearing only skin-tight
deerskin breeches along with a golden band on his left arm and a golden torque
around his neck.
Come, he prompted again, guiding her close to the
pool.
Its too cold,
Honoria protested. I
cant go in there.
Did not my sisters
give you any
meadoc
to drink?
I have had only the
usual Elven fare, Honoria replied.
Sometimes those two
have a bit of a cruel streak. Here,
drink this. He held out
a small leather flask.
Honoria took the flask and
put it tentatively to her lips.
Warmth surged through her.
So much warmth that in spite of the cool air she broke out into a
sweat. Now, Keldar
grinned, as he stripped off his clothing, you will need to bathe to
cool off. He plunged into
the pool, giving Honoria more than a glimpse of his male
attributes. She found herself
colouring, and as more Elves doffed their clothing and joined the bathers,
she found herself standing stupidly on the stream bank while the others
bathed.
Come in, Princess,
Keldar shouted, rising from the water.
Honoria quickly looked away, but she had caught a glimpse of the area
between his waist and thighs, and his manly wand seemed little affected by
the frigid water. Certain that
by now she must be glowing, and sweating as it was the warmest of summer
days, Honoria shrugged out of her clothing and stepped into the
water.
Keldar immediately splashed
water over her prompting an immediate response from Ralasharia and
Erallendria. The other Elves
joined in and for a few minutes a fierce water fight ensued which Honoria
quickly joined. Finally, laughing,
and gasping she escaped into deeper
water. Once there she marvelled
at the fact that although she had almost died the time that the Grotharg
bitches had forced her into the water, this time the bath was merely
exhilarating. The water tingled
against her skin, but she found it invigorating rather than
numbing. Ducking her head she
tried to get her hair as clean as she could before exiting the
pool. She waited until Ralasharia
and Erallendria had climbed out, water streaming from their long limbs, before
exposing her body to the eyes of the other Elves, hoping that she would not
be noticed, but Keldar spotted her at
once. Arising from the pool,
water dripping from his long, golden, and other parts of his anatomy he joined
his sisters, but his eyes were fixed on Honoria.
Suddenly, in spite of the
cold air on her body she felt as if she was on fire, especially between her
legs. She dressed hurriedly,
not even bothering to dry her more than damp
skin. Her condition was something
that did not go unnoticed by Ralasharia.
Shooing the grinning Keldar away she asked: Did my sister not
give you a ward to guard against Keldars magic?
I know of no such
ward, Honoria panted. Even
though Keldar had moved a respectable distance away, she was having great
difficulty keeping her eyes off him as he pulled on his
breeches.
Erallendria!
Ralasharia called. You
are remiss. Why did you not ward
the Princess against Keldar?
Ah, Erallendria
replied. In all the excitement
I forgot that she would not be protected.
I will fashion one at once.
I dont
understand, Honoria said.
What is this ward?
All
Jauntaur
have some level of magic, Erallendria
explained. With Ralasharia
it is control over fire. With
me it is the ability to heal. With
Keldar
Well lets just say that Keldar exudes a certain magnetism
that draws women to him. All
of the women in our tribe are warded against him, otherwise hed have
to fight them off with a stick.
Even you wear this
ward? Honoria asked.
Well no, Erallendria
grinned. Ralasharia and
I and have a natural ward against him.
He is our brother.
Honoria returned the smile
and accepted the tiny silver pin Erallendria handed
her. This will do it?
she asked dubiously.
It works for everyone
else.
Honoria secured the silver
pin to her tunic. By this time
Keldar was nowhere to be seen, having disappeared into the falling
snow. She was almost a little
disappointed in that now she would not be able to test her
ward. However, the cold bath
had helped her work up an appetite and at Erallendrias suggestion she
headed back to the campfire to help prepare a
meal.
Today it was rabbit stew
along with some leftover venison.
The Elves seemed have no difficulty getting as much game as they needed,
but she noticed that they seemed to hunt only just
enough. There was no excessive
feasting as was common among Humankind.
From somewhere one of the Elves had gathered some wild onions and
Honoria set to peeling them and tossing them into the
pot. It was a job that she would
never have considered doing as a princess, but in the Elves egalitarian
society it seemed only natural. She
was halfway through the process when Keldar showed
up.
He had obviously been hunting,
a deer slung over one shoulder. He
flashed her and his two sisters his usual boyish grin and tossed the deer
on the ground. Taking out his
knife he immediately began to butcher the animal, cutting the meat into strips
and hanging it over the fire to cure.
Well probably leave tomorrow, he
explained. It doesnt
pay to sit in the middle of Grotharia for too long, especially since the
Grothargs know we are here. We
can take this meat with us just in case we dont have time to hunt or
game proves to be scarce.
Honoria simply gaped at
him. When he finished speaking
she realized that she hadnt heard a thing he had
said. He body was suddenly clammy
with sweat, and her heart was beating so fast that she feared it might jump
out of her chest. She was also
experiencing a powerful sensation in a lower area of her
anatomy.
Ralasharia noticed it
first. Honoria, what is
the matter? Are you
ill?
Honoria felt skin burn
crimson. She felt like she needed
to plunge back into the frigid bathing
pool.
Its
Its nothing, she
muttered.
Ralasharia took her arm
and led her a few steps away.
What is wrong? she
asked. Tell
me.
Honoria
flushed. Your ward isnt
working, she murmured.
For a second the redheaded
Elf just stared at her. And then
a slow look of understanding spread over her
face. I think I know what
is wrong, she said.
Wait here Ill get Erallendria.
She returned with her sister
within moments. Erallendria took
a long hard look at Honoria. By
this time the princess was trembling and had to sit down.
Slowly the Elven healer
smiled. She knelt beside Honoria
and took her hands in hers.
Theres nothing wrong with you, she
said. And nothing wrong
with the ward.
What is it them?
Honoria asked. I feel so
strange.
Erallendria turned her head
to look at
Keldar.
The ward only protects you against the magic of
Keldars animal magnetism, but there is one
thing it cannot protect you against.
What is that?
Honoria asked.
Erallendria
grinned.
True love.
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