LANCED-A-LOT
By: Silenos
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Dear Reader: If you have not been following the story an explanation of where it came from is after the end of the chapter.
LANCED-A-LOT: Chapter 16
I walked away with the Fisher Father as Michael tended to the swooned Rump. "What do you mean Rump is going with you Sir?" the old man asked nervously.
"Your new lord has need of a page in the new castle that is to be built around the old Roman tower. It is where his residence will be. He wishes to honor those who have lived here before him by including them in his household." I said.
"But Rump is," he stumbled over his words trying to say what he couldn't politely say. "He's, he's, um, necessary to my other sons."
"Surely not? That is why we chose him. He seems the least necessary. After all, he is no bigger than me and hardly built for fishing." I countered. "Plus, think of the honor and favor it will bring the Village."
"But, Sir, we have no women here. Rump relieves all the men of their, er, tensions?" he protested.
"Oh, how? Does he massage them after a long day of fishing?"
"No, not that sort of tension Sir. Men's, um, particular, tensions. The lack of women, you see..."
"Oh!" I interrupted him as if what he really meant had just dawned on me. "I see, well, the men will have to ease their own tensions for now. However; I do believe they might all soon be finding wives."
"Wives? Who in their right mind would let their daughter marry anyone from here?" The man was astounded at the very thought.
"Ah, you see, my master has plans for this little place. While it is no more than a cove, it is well sheltered, and obviously the Roman's thought it had value or they would not have built what are now the remnants of a pier. Tell me, why did it fall into disrepair to begin with?"
"I was told by my father, and him by his, that when the Romans left there was no one to protect us from the wars* that ensued and no one who knew how to repair it. As time went on it began to fall apart and, other than us, there was no longer a call for anyone to have need of this place." He explained.
"Well that will soon be changing." I told him. "My master intends to turn the track leading here from the ford back into a proper road, and to restore the pier so a ship or two might dock even at low tide. He sees where the town of Castlemount, Gallanthole, and Mountview will provide trade. There will be more demand for fish as well. Prosperity is around the corner my man."
"Mountview?" The codger seemed confused. Indeed, I had only named the place off the top of my head. Actually, my plans for this collection of huts, was something I had not spoken of to Idris yet, but they had been in my dreams. They had to happen for his new lands to prosper.
"Aye, Mountview, it is your Lord's new estate and town to be built around the old Roman tower." I explained, again off the top of my head. The man stopped our walk to pause and think, the look of greed came into his eyes.
"And Rump is the price?" He leered.
"Let us call him the down-payment."
"The down what?" Obviously this man was ignorant of anything other than how to catch a fish.
"He is the beginning of payments. None of which will be too onerous, nor will they begin until after the pier is re-built."
"Oh." He seemed disappointed that more would need to be paid.
"Don't fret, as head of the village you shall collect the tithes for use of the pier and be entitled to a portion."
"I will?" His eyes popped wide as the concept of actual money coming to him sunk in. "How much?"
"Half a copper for every ten collected." I threw out. His eyes bulged so large I thought they might pop from the avarice consuming them.
With that we returned to the huts where I learned Michael and Rump had gone to bid farewell to the Piss God. I hastened to join them, anticipating just what that farewell might entail. I was not disappointed as I found them naked with Rump supporting himself on the shoulders of the God as he bent over with Michael in his tail, pounding away furiously. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" bleated Rump with every pump. I was not sure if he was speaking to the God, Michael or both. Not that I cared, the sight of Michael's shaft sliding in and out of the boys firm buttocks was enough to make me cast off my own belt and tunic, my lance already hard, wet and ready from the mere thought of what I might find there. I positioned myself behind Michael, who's hole was still lubricated from the previous night's adventures, and I slid my weapon in to the hilt. He threw his head back as I clung to his hips, matching his rhythm, and he groaned "Wonderful just became perfect, fuck me Bug!" I was happy to oblige. It was a furious need again, as my two bollocks slapped against his three our pace became rapid.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck him Sir Bug!" Cried Rump before grunting "I'm going to nnnnngggg!" as he splattered forcefully all over the God without benefit of his or anyone's hand. Michael, in turn let out a growl as with one last thrust he buried himself as deep as he could in Rump's arse and released. The tightening of his warm hole set me off in turn.
Unsticking ourselves from each other I realized as we caught our breath that we could not return smelling and leaking as we were and voiced this concern. "Oh, that is what the sea is for." Said a very happy Rump. So, taking our clothes and not bothering to dress we trotted down to the sea; none of the villagers seeming to notice or care about our nudity. We washed ourselves in the icy water, helping each other with our intimate and hard to reach places, which made our other intimate places hard again in spite of the frigid water. Rump offered his mouth for relief, but I stopped him.
"Enough, we can play later. We have been gone too long as it is. Michael, go with Rump and gather his things while I see what they have done with our horses." I instructed, and so we dressed and scampered to our tasks.
The horses were easy enough to find as they had been tethered on the only patch of grass in the village which they were making short work of. On returning with them I found Michael and Rump just exiting one of the huts with an older woman. She was obviously Rump's mother and the only woman I had ever seen in the place, she was quite tearful, "Make us proud," she said hugging the boy and giving him a quick kiss on the head.
I was about to give my hand to help Rump up behind me on Agatha when Michael beat me to it saying with a smile "You can ride with me Rump." As he hauled the excited boy up. I had to chuckle, as I had thought, there was obviously something more going on between these two than a mere sexual attraction. It made me happy for Michael.
The ride to the tower, or should I say Mountview, was a short one with Michael chattering away to Rump about the duties of a Page. Having never ridden a horse Rump held Michael tightly around the waist, nestling his head against the older boy's back. I interrupted Michael long enough to suggest a swim in the river when we returned to Castlemount, our quick wash in the sea may have rid us of the come and smell of sex, but had left us all a different sort of crusty, and a new stink, this one of salt and the sea. The act would also help get the ingrained odor of fish off of Rump.
On riding up to Idris, Gallant and the Mason (who's name turned out to be Maq) they were standing by their horses and Maq's mule chatting as they waited for us. We dismounted and I presented Rump to Idris "Your new Page Lord Mountview." I proclaimed as Rump bowed as best he knew how.
"Lord Mountview?" Gallant raised an eyebrow.
"Yes Sire, this place has to have a name. It has a view of Castlemount and the mountains in the distance, therefore Mountview and as Sir Idris is to be the lord of the Manor he is therefore Lord Mountview." I explained which made both of them smile even as they licked their lips at the sight of the pretty Rump and his even prettier rump.
"Very clever, I suppose it will do." Idris snorted dismissively, but from the way he beamed I could see he was pleased with the name.
"Welcome Rump, we shall have to do something about your name, but I am sure you will find your new position satisfying." Greeted Idris.
"If not all your positions," leered Gallant before catching himself "...that is to say, as Lord Mountview's first Page you will probably have to fill more positions than a Page normally would."
Rump was not just a pretty face so he smiled and winked at Gallant boldly saying "I am sure I will enjoy all positions Sire, and I look forward to performing to your satisfaction." Both Idris' and Gallant's eyes lit up and I could swear I detected a swelling in their loins.
I turned to Maq asking "where is Gwydion?"
"He went on ahead, urgent business of some sort" he replied as he mounted his mule remarking , "Though I almost mistook you for him. You two bare a remarkable resemblance to each other."
"So I have been told. Will you ride beside me? I would like to speak with you about something I have not had a chance to discuss with Sir Idris, er Lord Mountview, yet." I asked and he agreed with a nod. He was a handsome man, not tall but strong with dark hair and dancing eyes that betrayed a like of laughter. I judged him to be of some thirty plus summers.
We set off for Castlemount with Idris and Gallant in the lead, followed by Michael and Rump then the Maq and me. As we rode I learned his name, and we spoke of my ideas for the fishing village and he said the pier, or wharf, sounded feasible and he would take a look. He also told me of Mountview, apparently it had been quite a substantial trading town for the Roman's, not huge, but substantial.
"It looks like it was pulled down on purpose, almost as if the inhabitants wished to leave nothing for whoever came behind them. That is not so unusual and I have seen it before when visiting places that have been intentionally deserted. The strange thing is all the stones are cut, so there must have been a quarry around here somewhere. Regardless, all I think we will have to do is re-assemble what is there and roof them." He said, giving me yet another idea.
"Can we put those chimney things in all of them?" I asked.
Laughing he responded "You and Gwydion think much alike, he asked the same thing. Yes, I think it is a good idea. They will keep the buildings warmer and cut down on winter drafts. What do you think is most important first?" His question was caged by a cocked eye as if he were testing me.
"A home for Lord Mountview, a kitchen, the tower, a stable with perhaps room for a smithy, and a house for the men." I replied.
"No Great Hall?" He seemed surprised.
"If the houses have the living area downstairs, like the ones in Castlemount, that will serve to start. Money is tight and you are building a new town. After all, it is not as if the place will become a bustling metropolis on its first day. The only thing I might add is some sort of Inn. With the Ford right there it might be good for weary travelers, and another source of income."
"Well thought young man. Are you sure you are not a merchant at heart?"
"At the end of the day we all are," I shrugged. "Everything costs something, and everyone needs a way to pay for it. Tell me of yourself and Gwydion Maq." I did not want to let on I was really most interested in Gwydion. The mysterious boy had been haunting me since first seeing him, and even more so since his appearance in the dreams of my fit, made me more than a little curious.
"Not much to say really, I apprenticed with a Mason in Normandy. When he was brought over here by a Knight I came with him. I met Gwydion's mother, a wonderfully magical woman, we had Gwydion. She disappeared when he was about two, which was no surprise. Travelling women are not wont to stay in one place for long. Since then it has been the boy and I. He has 16 summers now; and is as good a mason as I will ever be, perhaps better. I fear I will lose him soon as it is time for him to find his own path." He spoke the last with a hint of sadness though I barely noticed as a chill had run down my spine. The similarity of the story of our mothers was very strange.
*HISTORIC FOOTNOTE: On leaving Britain the Romans took order with them. To the Fisher Father the territorial squabbles that ensued would have seemed like wars.
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.