The Boy and the Dagger by Asger Lund

Author:Asger Lund [Lund, Asger]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Colts Foot Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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“Do you hurt much?” Rudi asked.

Francois shook his head. “Not now.”

“I see marks....” Rudi dropped his eyes to some welts and bruises and sores on the naked boy's chest and backside.

“Beating me was the second thing they tried. But I would just pass out, and then I couldn't sign a thing.

“What were you supposed to sign?”

“A declaration stating that all authority over the estates of Châlons-sur-Marne was to be entrusted to the Abbot de Girardeux as my guardian as long as I remained a minor. At first they tried to humiliate me. In the abbot's own apartment, as that hypocrite watched with his lips wet – he's too fat to see if he's ever aroused down there! – they tied me up, raped me, and with their hands they, well, made me give of myself time after time, until I was so sore that, even when they did it with the gentlest oils and the lightest grip, it was too raw to respond any more. And all the time they called me terrible names. So they threw me into this cell, and the next time they tried beating me. Every day I would be dragged up to the abbot's study, the declaration placed before me with a quill dipped in ink, and every day I refused to sign it. Last week I got so mad that when he bent over me with that flabby red face of his I spat in it – that's when I got those bruises you just noticed. So next he said he would starve me into signing. I'm a little thinner than I usually am. I don't usually look this skinny....”

“How did the abbot find you? Châlons is under the bishop's protection, isn't it?”

“I was kidnapped in Spain. I was lured down there looking for someone.”

At last the ankle band was cut through and pried open and Francois swung his legs down off the bed.

“I don't know if I can stand,” Francois said. “I've been so long without food I feel a little dizzy.”

“That's all right,” Torben said. “You need only crawl in that barrel and we'll do the rest.”

On their way out, rolling the casks toward their waiting wagon, Torben and Rudi received a nasty surprise. They nearly collided with Lepreaux and Sigismund Vogel, who were hurrying toward the abbot's apartment.

“Confound it, man, can't you look where you are going?” Vogel swore.

“Pardon, Master, pardon,” Torben said subserviently.

Rudi, however, was bending over his cask, and Lepreaux gave his shapely bottom a sound whack with the flat of his sword. Rudi jerked upright, reached for his non-existent rapier and felt Torben's restraining hand on his arm. Rudi let the anger settle in him but, when the men's backs were turned, couldn't resist making a lewd hand gesture after them.

They rode out of the monastery, with Torben in the driver's seat handling the reins. They bypassed the house of Lucas and, as arranged, fetched up in an old warehouse on the River Seine. Rudi rolled the barrel

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