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Sleeping Beauty Reloaded	By : dschinny Category: +S through Z > Witcher 2, The: Assassins of Kings Views: 1938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 8 - The First Point of View – Re-Decoration
Half an hour later, the witcher and the hunter cantered up to the mansion. The gate was opened by a guard who was wearing the colors of Midville. On the first look, he was just an older version of the one Gernot had met in the afternoon. Torches had been lit at the entrances.
In the center court a fire basket shone to the iron rings set into the stone trough and on Velita who and stood ready since she had heard the hoof beat. The dark mantle she had draped over her head and shoulders for warmth fell aside as she welcomed them and held the horses. The sleeves of her chemise shone like wings of lime stone in the fiery glow.
“Good evening Velita, sorry I forgot about the water supply,” Gernot dismounted, patted Cricket’s neck and went around to meet Velita who was dwarfed between a tall thoroughbred and a huge war mount, “I’ll show you tomorrow before we go out again. We will need tools anyway.” - “Thanks, Master Gernot. I would not push you about it if it wasn’t freezing.” – “Leave Cricket to me, take care of Roach.”
Velita let go and moved to pat Roach’s neck gently, to keep her hands busy prevented her from hugging the witcher and give away her feelings, “Dinner is ready for you, Sir Geralt, I just have to serve up,” she announced correctly.
The witcher had used the public moment to strip off his saddle bags and the sword package. At the same time he shielded Velita from views of the mansion and inhaled. She had washed and dinner wasn’t the only ready aspect about her. Her excitement was sweet allure. On the only set of clothing she had he could still gather the assorted scent of cut cabbage, fresh soil and a pack of dogs, the scent of the she-dog that stayed in the stable was the most prominent. He inhaled deeply at the promise of heated pleasure. “Lead the way,” he invited with just a hint of a smile.
Velita guided Roach to the third partition and let Gernot pass. She took the saddle off Roach’s back and threw it over the divider, unlatched the snaffle bit and went further down the aisle to gather the tack and clean it outside while Gernot took his saddle and laundry down the aisle and knocked at the saddle chamber. Geralt had dropped off his luggage and had his hands free to take Gernot’s saddle. He pushed it up on the support for the huntsman, “Thanks.” There was a deep short bark from the last box on the right and Gernot went to check on Arya. Geralt went to pick up Roach’s saddle as well before he sat on the wooden platform and undid his boots. He had to suppress a wince every time he saw Velita hoist up that huge thing.
Gernot bowed out after he gave Arya the attention she soundly required “I’ll go for dinner,” he smiled at Velita who entered with the cleaned tack, “Have a nice evening, you two.”
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Gernot closed the stable gate behind Velita and went over to the mansion’s basement to drop off his laundry. Cass took care of it, “You are late, but they didn’t bring back the dishes yet, go and have dinner up in the guard’s room. I bet they are waiting for you to entertain them with a good story.” – “Just what I need.” Gernot groaned. – “Do good and tell, do good and tell.” Cass shooed him out of her kitchen.
The captain and the younger guard had finished dinner and turned to drinking when Gernot entered the spacious room with the big sturdy table and the large tiled stove. Alfred was sitting on the bench, warming his back and had his injured foot comfortably up on a cushion. The swelling had slightly withdrawn, but it was still bloodshot and there were spots of red that pointed to a beginning infection. “Ah there you are, Gernot. I wondered,” he pointed at the chandelier that was lying on the middle of the table with just a single candle lit, “…where our chain went.” – “It’s in my pocket. I needed that for my fire basket. I’ll put it back once I have eaten.” He served himself two rolls of stuffed cabbage from the big pot and poured the third beer of this evening from the pitcher. Hopefully this would make him sleep soon.
The guardsman came over from the bench to sit at the table with him. “Good evening, I’m Kevin of the Midville guard,” he introduced himself. The hunter looked up briefly “Gernot Forester,” he continued eating. – “If you don’t mind me asking… I’ve heard you killed the monster. How did you do that with the chain of that chandelier?” – “I do mind, therefore I cut this short: leshen can only be hurt with fire, so I borrowed out an iron chain for a makeshift weapon. I did not kill the monster. I searched for it with my dogs and then the witcher killed it.” – “How?” – “He cut it to pieces with his sword.”
“Forget it Kevin,” Alfred laughed on the bench, “Gernot isn’t the social guy. Since his wife has been gone, he just keeps his bitches close.”
Kevin knew the rule of thumb for hunters: You can take their wife, but never insult the dog. “The tabby lead and the big black packer in the stable are yours?” he inquired promptly.
“The black is Arya. She is the Count’s. The younger tabby is Bianca, Adda’s daughter. They are my mine.” – “Is Arya in the stable because she’s not yours?” – “No. The black runners are also the Count’s. They stay in the kennel, but Arya is in heat, that’s why she’s a guest in the stable and Velita takes care of her.”
“I’ve been told you lost two of your packers to the monster.” – “Yes. The rudes… the younger one was meant for Arya’s pairing, but in the insecure situation we could not bring in replacement. That reminds me I have to write a letter. Maybe I can avoid winter whelps or the total loss of this year. I will mail it tomorrow evening when I’m in Midville again. Do you have any messages to take?” – “Not yet, thank you Gernot.”
Gernot finished his meal and stood, “Kevin, could you please take the dishes down into the mansion so Cass can close her kitchen?” – “Sure.” The guard gathered the plates, “and could you introduce me to your dogs tomorrow so they stop giving me trouble on my watch?”
The hunter untied his boots to climb on the table, pulled the chain from his pocket through a loop under the ceiling, “Who gave you trouble?” he inquired from above - “The thick tabby did not like me to pass through the garden behind the stable to patrol the compound’s outer wall.”
Gernot attached the chain to the chandelier and went to the wall to fiddle the other end through two more two loops, “Velita took Bianca into the garden on the countess’ demand.” And she had announced she would take Arya outside as well when the other guard’s shift began. Go figure. He decided that the single candle was sufficient for tonight and pulled the chandelier under the ceiling, “Once you are tuned with the lordship’s daily chores and have established good relationships with the human personnel, I will introduce you to my dogs.” - “I will. Good night, Forester.” Gernot secured the end of the chain to a hook in the wall and went to his quarter to write a letter to one of the count’s neighbor and borrow a matching rude for Arya.
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The captain had watched the exchange from the bench around the tiled stove. “Didn’t I say it? Our hunter likes to keep his bitches around.”– “Does it works the other way round here? I have to fondle the two-legged before I’m allowed to pat the four-legged?” – “It means hands off the bitches in the stable! Arya in heat is as nasty as they come. She tried to bite me yesterday for just entering the stable. The Count has handed the other bitch to the witcher for the duration of his stay. Unless you want to cross blades with a wolf-school-witcher, you let him cover those bitches exclusively.” – “That hired help is out looking for monsters that might not even exist, while I take care of the whole mansion,” Kevin shrugged, “He’s got her all night, is it asked too much that I get to take her for a lunch break romp? The other guards enjoyed such favors from what I’ve heard.”
“The others are dead and you didn’t even understand the basics about witchers; To create a monster in their own bi-ped shape to reduce other monsters, ancient sorcerers mutated animals and human tissue and then let the lusty creature loose on monsters and mankind alike. Rule of thumb: before you hire a witcher, make sure you’ve hidden your maids well and negotiate the fee beforehand. Be careful because they defend what they think is theirs with instant. deadly. force,” The captain stressed, not because he experienced that personally, but had checked with library where the count had done further research on mythological creatures.
“What sort of man would fight over some cunt, if he can have her at will and there isn’t even a queue?”
“ ’Sir Geralt’ as Gernot calls him is everything but a man. A witcher is not an individual of our human species but an incomplete, sterile mutation. Nevertheless, for his carnal desires he needs females, mainly of the human race since they match his outer shape well.” - “Mainly?” - “Humans, interbreeds, bitches …who cares?” In hindsight, the witcher had extended a surprising amount of leniency towards the lusty carrier slaves who had chased his bitch around the block yesterday, but then Choi and Pike had a way to be …inviting.
“If this is true, doesn’t the Count worry whenever the witcher is going beasty on a woman, hurt her permanently?”
“Don’t worry, that’s just a cheap bitch fresh from the road dealer, barely broken in. The count has chosen wisely. The witcher is coarse enough to give her the news again; he won’t pamper her like Gernot. If she is infested or tests the witcher’s patience like she tested ours, he will not hesitate to put her out of her misery. In worst case, it is better to lose a single slave than have the witcher soil the whole bunch of the countess’ handmaiden including my niece.”
Kevin laughed, “Not to mention the stewards’ wife.”
“That perpetual nagger would be a witcher’s last resort before using a goat. Employing the mutant is as necessary as taking shit – if you cannot face it, look the other way. Once he’s got paid and had his lecherous appetites fulfilled, he will leave peacefully. Until then, its hand’s off or head off. Afterwards, you can enqueue.”
“Me… going second after an mutated animal had his way?” disgust came on Kevin’s face.
“… tsk, don’t judge me like that. You’re fourth rank at best. First of all, those mutations and potions maintain a witchers’ health - until the inevitable demise in battle – they also mean witchers cannot reproduce. Therefore it really is of no consequence who they fuck with. Second the Count will inspect his goods for damages. From what I have seen the witcher tamed her and will gentle her into a fine ride. Third I’ll put her through her paces; sample the training she’s been given before I give you guys clearance to bang her up… though she’s probably no use as a broodmare.”
Kevin poured himself another beer, but somehow, he had lost his taste.
The captain offered him closure, “No need to feel miserable about it, dirty work is a slave’s fate.”
“You think that woman in the stable sinned somehow and that’s why she deserves it?”
“I know for sure. She tried to stab me with my own knife, just when I took her in. She even spat in my face at my own table. And that just after I had spared her a long barefoot walk up here and allowed her to ride with me, with that thankless tease rocking around on my lap. It’s not that I required anything she hadn’t done before.”
“That’s gross. Did you buy her from a prison?”
“I don’t know how she ended up with the trader. The Count and I had been looking for replacement for the old gardener who died from a heat stroke this summer, when we spotted that nice ass among the other run down figures they sell for field work. Our garden here isn’t such a tough job, so we checked her out. Her muscle definition is less than any male in that price class and she is so old that she’s probably barren, but since her pussy is still juicy, she comes dually useful,” the captain laughed, “Even more so in winter once the garden work is done. Last summer we were worried if she was strong enough, can you believe it?”
“She’s doing fine from what I’ve seen.”
“That’s what I thought. And then it took a whole watch to catch the crazy bitch before she went out of the window, retrieve my knife, wrestle her down and hold her on the table for me to subdue her. Everybody involved got to drive the point home and she was quite a mess afterwards.”
“Such a fighter?”
“It was more of yelling and kicking, biting and spitting tantrum. No technique or strategy, but with a blade involved, it was difficult to round her up without permanent damage. I shouldn’t have left the iron at the trader because my first impression of her was docile. I should have kept her under tight control during initiation and then make her earn every bit of relief. That would have been better in hindsight. My little brother has never gone to war and doesn’t understand the necessity of discipline. He is interfering constantly, but thankfully...” the captain smiled playfully, “he’s brought our chandelier’s chain back. Among the two of us, the Count has ordered two custom sets of small sized manacles at the blacksmith today and we’re going to get one.”
“Prepared for everything, hm?”
“Believe me, once the witcher is gone, I’m going to re-decorate.”
Kevin took the dishes over to the mansion. Cass grumbled at him for being late. But on the way back, he colleague ambled over on his round, “Give me the news Kevin, is the monster truly dead?” – “Yes. The hunter found it and the witcher cut it apart with his sword.” – “The big white haired guy in the stable?” – “Yes.” – “I wonder when he’s done with his horse and comes over. I want to listen in on that tale.” – “He won’t socialize but spend the night in the stable.” – “What sort of hospitality is this?” – “He’s got a woman there.” – “You mean the thin slave who takes care of the horses and the garden here?” – “Correct. The captain just warned me a moment ago: the bitches in the stable are hands-off until that witcher leaves.” – “I’m not going in there, just taking the rounds as described in the hand-book. The Steward was more concerned about his sedan carrier slaves. He felt that they were up to something. We’re doing double shifts, means that I’ll come in at midnight to warm up.” - “I’m going to turn in soon, but I’ve set you a meal aside. Stay safe, I will take over at sunrise.”
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