Camp Arcanum by Josef Matulich

Author:Josef Matulich
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Post Mortem Press

Chapter 14

Knight in Charcoal Armor

ELEAZAR’S CURIOSITY CONSUMED HIM. His own Halloween in Athens had been an unqualified success: he had found a lovely Lithuanian communications student with a diminishing facility for English as she reached her maximum capacity for alcohol. They had been able to communicate on a much more primal level and, in the end, created some truly magical memories. Even St. Marc the Asexual, with all his difficulties with the fairer sex, should have had equal luck amidst a dozen naked pagans performing a fertility ritual.

Eleazar tapped on the door of Marc’s trailer, as a courtesy. When there was no answer, he pressed his ear to it. With no sound of heavy breathing within, he almost absently-mindedly tried the latch. The door opened and he slipped into the trailer as silently as he’d ever been forced to sneak out of any other’s.

The inside of the trailer was only half-lit by dawn leaking through the parted curtains. Eleazar pressed the door closed behind him ever so gently. Turning back to what was laughingly called the bedroom in an Airstream, Eleazar picked his way through the dark landscape littered with tools, magazines, and discarded clothing. He stopped dead upon seeing a tableau worthy of a pre-Raphaelite painter. Brenwyn laid outstretched on Marc’s truncated couch in what looked to be blissful sleep. Her hair spilled across the pillow in waves of chestnut brown satin highlighted by dawn’s rosy light. Her cloak, which she had used as a blanket, had slipped to the floor. This left her exposed from the waist up. Her shift, as sheer as spiders’ web, covered everything and left nothing to Eleazar’s lurid imagination. As his eyes ran over her perfect breasts and belly, the more lustful lines from the “Song of Solomon” sprang to mind.

“And God created Woman,” Eleazar whispered. “I commend Him highly for the effort.”

An unfamiliar sensation interrupted his lecherous appreciation. He couldn’t be sure, having so little experience with the feeling, but he thought it might be guilt, or perhaps even shame. Whatever it was, it took all the fun out of voyeurism. Not knowing exactly why, he tiptoed precariously through the discarded clothing and debris on the floor.

Once he reached the couch, Eleazar gingerly picked up the cloak to cover her again. He moved slowly and stealthily like a ninja tortoise. Halfway through the operation, Brenwyn moaned and shifted in her sleep. She seemed to be having a very good dream. She smiled enticingly as she stretched and brushed Eleazar’s thigh with her fingertips.

Eleazar froze like a statue in all but one part of his body, which merely stiffened. Her noises of contentment nearly pushed his self-control to the breaking point. Once Brenwyn settled, he covered her up and tucked her in as well as he could. He exhaled carefully, shook his head and started tiptoeing back to the door.

You are a daft one, Eleazar, he thought.

He made two awkward steps and stretched for the third across a pile of debris when he heard Brenwyn speak up.

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