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love with sweet corn. I think that if I hadn't physically stopped him, he would
have gone out and personally picked and eaten the entire crop that evening. And
there were no more seeds to be had in the century, at least on this side of the
Atlantic. Count Lambert was generous with his vast new supply of young ladies.
He had even asked them to see that I was well taken care of. Krystyana found
herself sort of whisked aside, and two most attractive young women joined me in
bed that night. It would have been a great erotic fantasy come true, except that
after an hour of fondling and fumbling, they both admitted that they didn't know
what to do. The count, thinking to do me a huge favor, had sent in two virgins.
Now, one virgin is a monumental undertaking, if you're going to do it right. But a
clumsy man can turn what could have been a fine lover into a frigid bitch. Two at
the same time, when I hardly knew either one of them, seemed impossible. Yet
the ladies were there and expecting something wonderful to happen. It turned
into something of an all-night tutorial session. In the end, I did the job
reasonably well, and I think the girls were pleased. The truth is that I really
preferred an experienced bed partner. This business of two virgins a night was
ridiculous, and moderation was in order. Say, one a week.
Chapter Fifteen
FROM THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF SIR VLADIMIR CHARNETSKI
When finally we left Okoitz, it was with a certain relief to all our party. Sir Conrad
seemed almost haggard from his overindulgence in Count Lambert's vast supply
of ladies, and Krystyana was not amused. Both Annastashia and Krystyana were
not pleased with the change in character of what was, after all, their home town.
For mine own self, I had stayed true to my love, though it was a strain. The ladies
of the mill were eager for the services of any true belted knight. Indeed, some
would do almost anything to get a new belt in their notch. Upon our arrival, we
found the people at Three Walls far better dressed than before. Every person
seemed to sport at least one new article of clothing, and the former slaves were
properly clothed. I could see that in a few months, the women would have
everyone in fully embroidered peasant garb. On arriving, Sir Conrad did a very
strange thing. He called his people about him and announced to them that his
horse, Anna, was human, or close to it. She had been created by some band of
wizards from the distant past, or perhaps she had been transmuted into the form
of a horse. Sir Conrad's explanation was not at all clear to me. In all events, he
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who acted oddly with regards to their horses, even keeping them in their houses
and tents. Some later speculated that Sir Conrad had come from Persia.
He also swore Tadaos the former boatman, now called the bowman, and eight
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saying that he wished to discuss some expansion of the Pink Dragon Inn with the
innkeeper. Frenchizing, I think he called it, though it involved building a second
inn in Cracow, and not at all in France.
He began to make many such quick side trips, and though I was loath to let him
go unprotected, due to my oath to the duke, the truth was that I simply couldn't
keep up with him. That horse of his was magic.
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love with sweet corn. I think that if I hadn't physically stopped him, he would
have gone out and personally picked and eaten the entire crop that evening. And
there were no more seeds to be had in the century, at least on this side of the
Atlantic. Count Lambert was generous with his vast new supply of young ladies.
He had even asked them to see that I was well taken care of. Krystyana found
herself sort of whisked aside, and two most attractive young women joined me in
bed that night. It would have been a great erotic fantasy come true, except that
after an hour of fondling and fumbling, they both admitted that they didn't know
what to do. The count, thinking to do me a huge favor, had sent in two virgins.
Now, one virgin is a monumental undertaking, if you're going to do it right. But a
clumsy man can turn what could have been a fine lover into a frigid bitch. Two at
the same time, when I hardly knew either one of them, seemed impossible. Yet
the ladies were there and expecting something wonderful to happen. It turned
into something of an all-night tutorial session. In the end, I did the job
reasonably well, and I think the girls were pleased. The truth is that I really
preferred an experienced bed partner. This business of two virgins a night was
ridiculous, and moderation was in order. Say, one a week.
Chapter Fifteen
FROM THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF SIR VLADIMIR CHARNETSKI
When finally we left Okoitz, it was with a certain relief to all our party. Sir Conrad
seemed almost haggard from his overindulgence in Count Lambert's vast supply
of ladies, and Krystyana was not amused. Both Annastashia and Krystyana were
not pleased with the change in character of what was, after all, their home town.
For mine own self, I had stayed true to my love, though it was a strain. The ladies
of the mill were eager for the services of any true belted knight. Indeed, some
would do almost anything to get a new belt in their notch. Upon our arrival, we
found the people at Three Walls far better dressed than before. Every person
seemed to sport at least one new article of clothing, and the former slaves were
properly clothed. I could see that in a few months, the women would have
everyone in fully embroidered peasant garb. On arriving, Sir Conrad did a very
strange thing. He called his people about him and announced to them that his
horse, Anna, was human, or close to it. She had been created by some band of
wizards from the distant past, or perhaps she had been transmuted into the form
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exact same manner as he had sworn the rest of them. All of Sir Conrad's people
loved him and most also felt a little fear in his regard. Certainly, none objected to
this latest strange thing. We had all heard fireside stories about Persian princes
who acted oddly with regards to their horses, even keeping them in their houses
and tents. Some later speculated that Sir Conrad had come from Persia.
He also swore Tadaos the former boatman, now called the bowman, and eight
men, some with wives and children, who had been ferrymen on the Vistula. Then
he made a speech, saying that all these people were now full citizens of Three
Walls, and could enjoy our entertainments and our church as well as anyone,
thus giving official sanction to Anna's churchgoing habits.
The next day, after our morning's fighting practice, Sir Conrad left for Cieszyn,
saying that he wished to discuss some expansion of the Pink Dragon Inn with the
innkeeper. Frenchizing, I think he called it, though it involved building a second
inn in Cracow, and not at all in France.
He began to make many such quick side trips, and though I was loath to let him
go unprotected, due to my oath to the duke, the truth was that I simply couldn't
keep up with him. That horse of his was magic.
And my oath required me not only to protect Sir Conrad, but to spy upon him as
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