LANCED-A-LOT
By: Silenos
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LANCED-A-LOT: Chapter 25
"Jaysus Sprite! Didn't know you had it in you." Bellowed Malificant from across the Hall "taking down two other lads at once."
The three of us, sprawled on the floor looked at each other in disbelief all with expressions on our faces asking "what the fuck just happened?" I had my suspicions but they would have to wait. The three of us stood and made our way to the Squires table where we wedged in, Sprite between Gwydion and me. The table was its usual bustling hive of rowdy, laughing, boys.
Brood, who was seated directly across from us looked over astounded "By God! I'd heard but didn't believe it. Seeing you together though, Jaysus, you two could be twins!"
We just smiled and leaned in to whisper between ourselves as we ate.
"What is going on?" Hissed Sprite.
"It is complicated." Said Gwydion.
"Very." Me.
"But..."
"Hush Sprite, Gwydion and I are brothers, only possibly more than that as we are lovers as well. As confusing as this may sound we both happen to be in love with you. It may be destined, or something else. We are as confused as you, and are still trying to figure it out ourselves."
"Um," the boy started to shake. "Gwydion, I love you with all of my heart; but I have started feeling the same way about Bug. I have been torn these last few weeks not knowing if either of you loved me or if it was all just sex play, which you know I like, but..."
"Hush, our love" Gwydion calmed him. "We both love you and have just not had the courage to say it before. However, this is not the time nor the place. We three must talk, but not here." He smiled and winked a tear at me which matched the ones I returned.
"After supper?" The boy quivered.
"Not possible, it is the wedding week and I must attend Idris to continue the charade." I responded.
"And I can't be in the Castle after the meal. Da will kill me if we don't go home together after this much drinking. He worries." Said Gwydion.
"Where does that leave us then? I am really confused and frightened about what just happened." Whimpered a tearful Sprite. At which point both myself and Gwydion put an arm over his shoulders, fighting for space and chuckling at the battle. The strange energy that existed between the three of us, the same that had knocked us down earlier, danced through us. This time it was more controlled, but it was still there. It seemed to calm the boy down.
"Look," I said. "In the morning, after Lillian has left, I can get away. Gallant and Idris will want some alone time, and I daresay so will Shik and Michael. We can't fool around at night with her in the next room so they will be hungry to be with each other. I can get away, so why don't we meet at the swimming hole and, um, work things out?" They both thought this an excellent plan, and we settled in to enjoy the meal.
Later I was about to exchange a jibe with Brood across the table when a Squire dropped his knife. Sprite looked at me with a grin and said "sorry Jack. Gwydion's on my left." He dropped his knife and disappeared under the table. I looked to my right and there was a comely brunette boy sitting next to me with a devilish grin on his pretty face. He dropped his knife too. Given the number of times I had already come that day the poor boy was going to have his work cut out for him. He seemed a likely lad and I had a feeling he was going to enjoy the job.
"What is going on?" Asked a puzzled Gwydion before his brows shot up and he let out a little "oh!"
"Tradition at this table brother." I responded as I felt my tunic being pushed up from below.
"One I think, oh, I could, unh, get used to" sighed Gwydion. Needless to say the boys still sitting at the table, and I daresay most of the boys under it, definitely enjoyed the rest of the meal.
Once Sprite and the other Squires had risen from under the table there was a small commotion as Idris and Lillian were heading off. Time to start the evening's performance. I bade my companions goodbye and scurried after my lord and master.
Unlike the actual wedding night there were but a few people at Idris' chamber door, though there was, again, a guard. Robin, Michael and Shik had followed me out of the Hall. It was strange, but the farther I got from Gwydion the energy which had possessed me all day seemed to dissipate and I found myself quite exhausted. While the others trooped into Robin's chamber I was drawn aside by Agatha who was one of the few outside Idris' door.
"When the show is over I will remain, we must talk." She whispered urgently. Whatever it was, it must be important so I nodded and entered Gallant's quarters.
I was not surprised to find Robin had already gone through to the other room. Shik, on the other hand, was on his knees before Michael enthusiastically servicing the boy's lance. Even if Michael had been on the receiving end of the "dropped knife" ceremony his extra bollock still caused him to have his needs. He was holding his tunic out of Shik's way with one hand as the boy was enjoying a second dessert for the evening. He smiled at me and motioned me toward the adjoining room door saying "be with you in a minute." Normally I would have joined in the fun but was just too depleted from the events of the day.
Going through to Idris, Robin and Lillian I found them giggling. At the sight of me Idris nodded and announced loudly "Oh my sweet, I have longed for you all this day!" He might be a great Knight, but I hoped he would avoid the stage as a second profession.
"Not half as much as I have longed for you my love" Exclaimed Lillian equally as badly.
The evening's show was on! It was just as fun as before with Robin and I even pushing the bad so the headboard would bang against the wall rhythmically. Slow at first, then faster and faster, as Idris and Lillian, trying not to laugh called out such nonsense as "you are so tight" and "your lance is so long and hard" not to mention the ever popular "fuck me harder! Harder!". Finally, speeding up to a great crescendo Robin and I gave up our efforts as Lillian let out an impressive shriek, and Idris called to God. Michael and Shik, having finished their encounter, were standing in the door to Robin's quarters with hands covering their mouths as they tried to stifle their laughter. While I was sure this would grow old with the passage of time in that moment it was great fun.
Mission accomplished for the night we left Lillian to her rest and the we males adjourned to Robin's room closing the door behind us. While the others fell about chatting, for they could not be heard to make noises other than that, I opened the door and beckoned Agatha in. The others fell silent as I let She entered.
"What seems to be the problem?" I asked.
"When was Lillian assaulted?" She asked.
"Two months ago." Responded Robin which made Agatha shake her head and make a "tsk" sound. "Is that a problem?"
"A very large one, especially if the child is a boy." She said.
"How so?" asked Idris.
"Even the stupidest peasant can do math that simple. A child born two months early would not survive. If she bares a healthy brat there will be questions about its legitimacy."
"So, what are you proposing," Idris was beginning to show signs of outrage "that we will have to kill the child?"
"Mercy no!" Agatha was appalled "but we must either fake that and foster the child or find some other solution. Unfortunately I do not believe Lillian, or Marjorie, would stand for that. They might despise the father, but they have already come to love the child."
We all fell silent, pondering what could be done. I sat on the edge of the bed and worried the edge of my tunic trying to think of a solution. TUNIC! I leapt to my feet stifling a shout. If it worked my idea was pure genius.
"Agatha, you are known hereabouts as a witch is that not so?" My eyes lit up in excitement at my idea.
"A Healing woman, not a witch!" She was offended.
"Sorceress then and the Sorceress and I will go to Ceres the weaver woman where you will claim to have a vision that Lillian conceived on the first night and that it will be a miraculous pregnancy. The baby so eager to join the world that it will come early and be healthy. She will then spread the news of your prophecy throughout the village, and from the village it will spread beyond. This will be a miracle child." I explained.
"Nonsense!" Huffed Agatha "I know of the woman and she is too smart to fall for a story like that."
"Maybe, but she will accept it if I go with you and we enlist her." I responded.
"And what on earth would be her reason for doing that?"
"Because she would enjoy it and because I know her secrets." I said.
"Which are?" The old woman squinted at me skeptically.
"If I told they would not be secrets."
"Are you sure this will work?" Asked Idris.
"Without a doubt." I chuckled, thinking of how much Ceres would delight in being a part of this mischief. I did not want to think of what might happen if this all backfired.
Agatha left with a doubtful shaking head while the rest of us settled in for the night. Gallant and Idris on the bed and the rest of us on the bloody uncomfortable floor. My back, for one thing, would certainly be happy when this play acting was over.
This tale came to me from a wealthy friend who found it bound in his family's extensive bookshelves. Nobody could read it as it was in a strange hand and written in a mix of the common tongue and Norman French of its day. His family has lived in the same place, if not home, for centuries and are what one might consider landed gentry. My friend brought it to me in hopes I might be able to transcribe it into the English of our own time as that sort of thing is what I do. I have updated it only in that I have made such things as measurements, expressions, and such understandable by our reckoning today. What I found in my labors was quite startling. It would be wise for the reader to remember that mores were different then, and that the perception of "age" was as well. Average life expectancy was about 33 years, and people were smaller too, the average height being about 5'7". Insofar as I can tell these pages were written after the Norman conquest, but not by much. England, Scotland, Wales and Cornwall were all very much their own kingdoms, with petty kingdoms within, and Vikings could still be something of a nuisance in some parts even though history says their terror ended in exactly 1066. . Editing I have eliminated anachronisms and tried to make it common speech so much as is possible. EG: thees, and thous are replaced with you, me and us. Medieval English can be very confusing and I apologize if I have gone too far in the transliteration.