The Marechal Chronicles: Volumes I, II, and III (An Erotic Fantasy Tale) by Aames Aimélie

Author:Aames, Aimélie [Aames, Aimélie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Aimelie Aames
Published: 2012-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

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He watched the woman striding down the road. She moved quickly, her steps broad and full of purpose. Her hood was drawn over her head despite the warm weather.

The tree swayed under him, a gentle breeze shifting its great limbs and he imagined that it rocked him as a mother might with the warmth of the sunlight sifting through the leaves. From his position, high among the branches of the great oak, he could see for leagues in the distance, right to where the horizon cut away the dirt road, a dusty brown track that dwindled to a fine line before disappearing entirely.

He clambered down to the ground, licking his lips. A woman alone meant good things to Gaspard of the Green. She meant easy pickings and that was welcome since these past few weeks, travelers had been scarce and the few that he had spied upon the north south road had been too numerous or too heavily armed for him to risk.

A lone woman, though. She would do for him just fine.

He slipped along a well worn path, one that lead from the foot of the tree and behind a thicket from where he could not be seen from the road. From there, he stepped out upon a bend and a rise, carefully chosen for the fact that anyone on the road, especially those on foot, could not see the young man standing there, his sword drawn, until it was too late.

Gaspard shifted and shook his arms out, trying to loosen the stiffness that came after spying from his perch overlong. He was not afraid of a sole woman traveling upon the road. But, working alone remained difficult he had learned. Several months before, he had been part of a larger troop of highwaymen, many leagues to the north. As part of the band, his confidence knew no bounds, until, finally, the cruelty and merciless slaughter of those who resisted their plight of being robbed had left him cold.

Here, he could do what he had to do upon his own terms, without needless murder, even if it meant that the risks he took were greater on his own.

He might steal to live, but he was no murderer.

Several minutes passed, and then she strode into view. Instead of coming to a surprised halt at the sight of the haggard young man, sword bared upon the road before her, the woman continued her steady march, never breaking her stride until she stood just before Gaspard.

That's odd, he thought. Folk never do that. As they come over the rise, travelers, one and all, come to an abrupt halt, no doubt to study the young man before them and the resolve of his drawn sword.

Gaspard did not disappoint, as desperation could teach any man the grim truth of doing what is required to live. His resolve to take from others was unbending.

The woman stopped then, three steps away from Gaspard. She reached up to lift the hood away from her head and it was Gaspard who took a step backward without realizing it.

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