The Pauper's Prize

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The Pauper’s Prize By Mark Alders

Dedication This book is dedicated to my Aunty.

Chapter One vision became obscured by the ever Odoacro’s darkening clouds below him. He knew a storm

would break at any moment, but that wasn’t his main concern. With a vigorous beat of his wings, Odoacro flew faster toward the forest below, a sense of urgency overwhelming him. He knew his dear friend would soon join him in his nest, he could sense he was close. But he could also sense others in the forest, too. Men that weren’t interested in friendship. **** The dark clouds above the gallows eddied, directing attention to the already stark monument. To reinforce the misery the structure represented, a crow cawed in the distance. Pavel shuddered. He clutched the loaf of bread he acquired close to his chest, covering it as best he could with his tattered clothes. He hadn’t eaten 1

Mark Alders since yesterday, but the prize he held would satisfy his hunger for the moment. At least he would be able to sleep tonight without the incessant growling of his stomach. He had procured it from the local baker, a stout, bald man that sweated profusely and had a liking for young boys. Which presented a problem for Pavel. Being eighteen now, he was getting too old for the likes of the baker and he didn’t know how much longer he would be in favour with the man. Fortunately for Pavel, the baker still found reason to give him bread, for one last time at least. He could still taste the man’s salt upon his lips. Pavel passed the gallows and made his way off the cobbled path toward his friend’s home. He didn’t care about what he had to do get food in his stomach, he would now live for another day. Whether that meant he had to endure a man’s rough, heavy hands upon his naked body, or an eternity of puffing and panting behind him, then so be it. He knew plenty of other men in the village that would gain him favour even if the baker no longer wanted to. **** Wilhelm watched intently as a young man in tattered, moth-eaten clothes with dirt that looked as if it had permanently stained his skin, sidled 2

The Pauper’s Prize quickly out of the town gate. Moments later, the young man melded into the shadows cast by the trees that lined the main road to the township. The man’s name eluded Wilhelm for the moment, but that wasn’t important right now. At the forefront of his mind was where the man was going in such a hurry. What also crammed his thoughts was the simple notion that if he didn’t get a move on, the young man would give him the slip yet again. He was tired of waiting in the shadows of windows and doorways. Wilhelm breathed in deep and let out the air slowly as he began to make his way toward the imposing iron and wood gate. His thoughts went from wanting to know where the young man was going to what would happen when he caught him up. “Pavel,” he said, remembering the young man’s name. The word passed sweetly from his lips and elated him when he heard it. His heart skipped a beat. Wilhelm stopped. “Would he even be interested in me?” His stomach knotted and his mouth went dry. There was definitely something about Pavel that lured him. Something on a level he hadn’t felt with anyone else before. Again Wilhelm crowded out his doubts and kept on with his pursuit. Down the cobbled road he went, keeping his distance yet making sure he 3

Mark Alders never lost sight of the young man who caught his attention and all his thoughts, both in dream and while awake. He noticed how Pavel’s gaze darted about as he cradled whatever it was he had acquired. He wondered what he had done to gain an object that obviously held such value to him. Wilhelm bet it was food. He hoped he didn’t have to do anything too horrific to get it. If there was one thing Wilhelm knew, the poorer folk of the town had to rely on any means necessary to survive. When he ruled, he’d make many changes. On cue to his thoughts and feelings Wilhelm’s heart beat erratically once more. He licked his lips. Today had to be the day. There was no more time. As he came to the edge of the shadows that bordered the main road, he felt a heavy hand slap on his shoulder. He didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. “Where you going in such a hurry, my Lord Wilhelm? There are matters you must attend without delay,” his father’s viceroy said with his usual stern voice. Wilhelm’s heart no longer danced. Instead, it sunk right down to the pit of his stomach until he could feel the weight of it press against his bowel. He knew what business he had to attend to. Catherine had arrived and arrangements for his wedding to her had begun in earnest. 4

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**** The wind begun to bite and Pavel clutched himself tighter as he made his way through the forest. His mind wandered to other matters. He recalled how the Viscount’s son had been following him a lot lately. Actually, when he thought about it, he knew the Viscount’s son—Wilhelm was his name—had taken a shine to him. Many a time there were knowing glances and gentle smiles across the village square, especially recently. Pavel’s lips creased to form a nervous grin. He bet Wilhelm would give handsomely to have him, too. If the truth be known, he did find the Viscount’s son attractive and would probably offer himself without thought of reward. To be with someone for nothing other than to share an experience was indeed an attractive thought. Nevertheless, such luxury didn’t provide food. Thinking of his own pleasure wasn’t a good way to stay alive. As he felt the bread against his skin and smelt its unmistakable odour permeate through his dirty clothes, his thoughts came crashing back to reality and his hunger overtook his reason. He had to stop himself from devouring the bread all in one go. Someone else needed the bread as much as he 5

Mark Alders did. Besides, his friend that lived in the cave deep in the forest was all he had in the here and now. To live one more day with his friend by his side eased his mind somewhat about being used as a pervert’s play thing or having handsome men stalk him. Pavel had to keep his thoughts and feelings in the present. As he passed deeper into the forest of pine and sycamore, rain pelted down, reinforced by an unnatural wind that blew in from the east. Pavel took off his shirt and covered the bread as best he could. Preserving his hard earned meal was far more important than a little water over his back. The cave was now in sight.

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Chapter Two back was to the door. Not that he Wilhelm’s needed to see what was going on. He could

hear the commotion between his father and his advisor as plain as day. Catherine was obviously approaching. He chuckled to himself. If ever he wanted to know what was going on in the house, the library was the place to be. The room had always been like that, something to do with acoustics, which probably explained why his father spent so much time in here. Wilhelm heard the door handle click. He turned, and there before him was indeed Catherine. She held a gentle smile as she walked with smooth fluidity toward him. The creamcoloured casual summer frock she wore had a simple design of flowers as well as a subtle weave of lace that edged the material. She looked stunning in it. Actually, when he recalled all the times he had seen her, which had been many over 7

Mark Alders the years, he realised that no matter what she wore she always looked beautiful. Before Wilhelm could utter a greeting, she said, “What am I going to do with you, Wilhelm?” She sauntered across the room, stopping at the reading table that dominated the décor in the library. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” he stuttered. Of course he knew what she meant. It was something everyone in this town happened to be gossiping and speculating on. She was talking about the wedding. Or to be exact, whether or not there would be a wedding. He decided to keep quiet. He knew she appreciated that as a smile curled her plump red lips. Wilhelm had to admit he liked Catherine a lot. Unfortunately, he couldn’t bring himself to love her. Not in a way she deserved anyway. Did she know that already? Is that why she demanded to see him so soon after her arrival? “Your father’s all concerned, you know,” Catherine said. “The only thing he’s concerned with is the family name and the money that’s attached to it.” Catherine came up to Wilhelm and embraced him. Immediately the smell of camomile and honey filled his nostrils. As she looked up, her lips quivered and her brow creased, and even the filtered light streaming through the window couldn’t soften her concern. “You love another, 8

The Pauper’s Prize don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” Wilhelm gently pried her away. She deserved to know how he really felt. Her eyes told him as much. “It’s not you.” Wilhelm paused and cleared his throat. “Sorry. That sounded terrible. What I mean to say is that…” Again he paused, fiddling with his hands in front of him in an effort to try and get the words out. “That no matter how much we come to like each other, I-I can never love you in the way that you need.” “I don’t understand.” Catherine took Wilhelm’s hand. “Why not? What have I done?” He swallowed hard. This would be the first time anyone would hear how he really felt, and more importantly, the first time he would admit it to anyone willingly. “I cannot love you in the way that you need because I love…I’m in love with a man.” She looked as if the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders. “So the rumours have been true?” Wilhelm felt himself blush. “Is it that obvious I’m not attracted to women?” Catherine giggled. “Our supposed courtship has been going on for well over a year now. You haven’t exactly been beating down my door to take my hand in marriage, now have you?” He found that he, too, was giggling with her. “So what do we do now?” He grabbed her other 9

Mark Alders hand. “Nothing.” Wilhelm was taken aback. “I beg your pardon?” When she was about to answer him, the library door burst open. Wilhelm’s father and countless others flooded into the room. “Marvellous!” his father said with glee and a clap of his hands. Wilhelm realised what his father and the entire household staff saw. He was holding Catherine’s hands, and in their eyes was the positive sign they had been looking for before the wedding. Wilhelm’s spirit sank. This was not how he imagined it would happen. Catherine leant forward and whispered into Wilhelm’s ear, “That’s why we mustn’t do anything. We have a duty to our town, after all. Let’s just keep the truth between us for now.” “You’d do that for me?” Ever so softly, she added, “Oh, there’ll be a price for this.” She pecked Wilhelm on his cheek and turned toward the crowd. “I think it’s time I retired for the day. It’s been a long journey and I need to rest before we start the planning of our wedding in earnest. Would you like to show me to my room, Viscount?” Wilhelm was left alone in the library, the only sounds those of the excited voices of the household permeating through the library walls. He felt sick. 10

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**** The cave mouth loomed and Pavel noticed that the rain had eased and the storm had blown itself out. Perhaps that was a sign his luck may take a turn for the better. The bread was still dry. That was good. He breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the darkness. Large droplets of water dripped rhythmically down onto his face from his fringe, but he didn’t care. He didn’t wipe away the water either. He only cared about what lay beyond the still, dusty silence ahead of him. He was home and his friend Odoacro would be waiting. He couldn’t help but smile. “I’ve bought us some food, Odo,” Pavel called, the excitement in his tone clear. The still air was filled with a rumble, a noise not unlike the purr of a cat, only deeper and with more resonance. The sound, no matter how many times Pavel heard it, always bought him comfort. Many times he would fall asleep on Odoacro’s luxuriant fur, the heat of the creature all he needed to keep warm through the cold nights that were as common as the crows around these parts. Pavel saw movement within the gloom. “You don’t have to bring me food, Pavel. Look at you. You’re soaked to the bone…and what did you have to do to procure that morsel, hmm?” 11

Mark Alders “Nothing I’m not used to,” was Pavel’s short, sharp reply. “You’ve offered yourself to that fat baker in the town, haven’t you? I can smell his seed upon your skin.” Pavel blushed. “I do what I have to.” He pulled out the bread from underneath his clothes. “Do you want some of this or not?” “No. You need it more. You’re all sinew and skin. And besides, I have a feeling I will get plenty to eat soon enough.” Pavel had broken off a chunk of the bread. Among mouthfuls, he said, “I want you to eat, too. I need you. You’re my only true friend.” “I’m sorry, my dear friend, but I would need something more substantial than the morsel you have bought back. I know how difficult it has been for you to get it, so please forgive my impertinence.” Odoacro flicked his serpent tail and headed deeper into the cave. “Just forget I said anything. What you have earned will be more than enough.” Pavel looked at the bread. The baker had given him a small loaf. He felt anger rise up as he swallowed what was left in his mouth. “You’re right, Odo. I should’ve got more for what I did.” Pavel had a thought. Wilhelm would give him whatever he wanted for his services, even meat he’d wager. He couldn’t remember the last time he 12

The Pauper’s Prize had meat. “Hang on, I won’t be long.” “Where are you going? It’s cold and miserable outside. Come, sit with me. I’ll keep us both warm.” “I’m already wet and I can wait a little longer before I’m dry. Besides, I think I know someone who’ll help me get a lot more food than a measly portion of bread.” “Anyone I know?” Odoacro rumbled as if his voice held the power of the oceans. “Just wait here.” Pavel looked at the cave entrance. At least the rain had settled into a drizzle. “I’ll come back with meat. I promise.” **** Wilhelm needed to get out of the house, if only for a short while. He needed to contemplate the meaning of Catherine’s words. “What did she mean by the price that had to be paid?” he muttered as he set foot out his front door. The intense sunlight of midday drenched the street in warmth and reflected off the pools of water in the cobblestones. The storm had passed. He shielded his eyes. He’d gone to her door many times over the last hour or so, but couldn’t pluck up the courage to knock. He didn’t want to hear the words that the family name and the family fortune was more important than his own feelings 13

Mark Alders pass from her lips. He didn’t want to hear that Catherine was like his father. Had he got to her? Or had he bought her obedience? “Surely not Catherine. She understands me, doesn’t she?” He stepped out into the bustle of the town’s streets. Before Wilhelm knew it, he was at the town square. Many people milled about and he could tell the good word from the house had already infested the streets like rabbits in the farmer’s fields. The townsfolk all nodded and smiled at him as he passed. Wilhelm felt hot and began to sweat. They had never acknowledged him with anything more than a curious glare up until this moment. He remembered how they used to scoff at him behind their hands. He was known as the empty heir because he didn’t bed women and his reputation of not wanting a lady had been fodder for all sorts of jokes. It seemed the town of Corrus would get their wedding, after all. Wilhelm felt depressed and he could look at nothing other than his feet as he stepped across the square. A man knocked his shoulder and as Wilhelm looked up to apologise, he saw Pavel beyond the statue of his father that dominated the centre of the square. He gasped.

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Chapter Three ears pricked up. He could no longer Odoacro’s sense Pavel close to the cave. In fact, he’d

probably be well into town by now. He missed his friend already, but understood his desire to want to provide for him. Pavel had always been like that and he had always let him. That’s how it had been between them. He sniffed the air. Amongst the dust of the cave and the clear sweet smell of the air outside after the rain, he caught the odours of the men that paraded through the forest like a pack of drunken baboons earlier. Odoacro laughed nervously to himself and plumes of smoke wisped out of his nostrils. He was somewhat stunned by the hunters’ audacity and amused by their amateurish behaviour at the same time. Actually, what concerned him the most was the fact they were so close to the nest. Close enough to make him feel uncomfortable. He turned and headed deeper into the cave. 15

Mark Alders “Surely, if they want to succeed in hunting me, the great chimera of Corrus and all its Shires and lands beyond the Great Ocean, then they ought to be a damn sight better than what they are proving at the moment.” He found his bed and began to circle, pawing at the blankets as he did so. “I mean, it’s just ridiculous the amount of people that think they can hunt me without any knowledge of what they’re up against.” He laughed again, but this time his nervous chuckle echoed doubt. The smoke from his nostrils surrounded him and as he settled into his bed, he took comfort in the fact that Pavel wouldn’t be here when the men came. He found it hard to fathom that anyone would hunt him without thought of the wind or conditions of the environment as an expert should. He shook his head. The undisguised smell of them alone coming downwind was more potent than if they walked up and slapped him on his rump to announce themselves. “But even fools can be dangerous.” He buried himself into his bedding, his muscles taut and his senses focused on the entrance to the cave. He wouldn’t find sleep until the hunters were dispensed with. Odoacro knew from experience that his preparation and patience would be their undoing. 16

The Pauper’s Prize **** Wilhelm had never known Pavel to come into the town twice on one day. Had something happened? Rumour had it that he had a beast as a friend, a creature that lived in the forest in a cave that vented the roots of the Corinthian mountains. Some even said that it was the great chimera of Corrus that protected him. But he didn’t take much heed of rumours. Lord knows there have been plenty about him over the years, and most of them were malicious, spreading through the town like the disgusting smell of the hides being cured at the tannery on a still morning. Pavel headed straight for Wilhelm. Wilhelm was actually taken aback and took a step backward. He hadn’t expected that sort of behaviour so soon from the man of his dreams. He would have imagined the first encounter to be quite awkward and difficult. As Pavel drew near, his stomach churned. He found the delivery door of the Market Street Bazaar, a shop that was famous for selling everything from pickled rabbit’s feet to galangal roots. As he pressed his back against the door, it clicked open. He lost his footing and fell onto the storeroom floor, the dust soon finding his eyes. Wilhelm coughed as he tried to get up. “Are you all right, my Lord?” a man said as he 17

Mark Alders came over Wilhelm. “Um, yeah, sure.” He felt himself blush as he wiped his face with trembling hands. The man, obviously the store owner, offered his hand out to Wilhelm. He was short, fat and had a large Roman nose that sat uneasily on his face, as if it were made for a bigger man. Wilhelm accepted his offer of help and was pulled to his feet, an action that took him by surprise. “Can I offer you anything from my wares? You know, as compensation for your accident.” Wilhelm would have sworn the last word was spoken with sarcasm. He focused on the task at hand, which was to get rid of the shop owner so he could talk to Pavel in private. “I don’t think so…um, what’s your name, shopkeeper?” “Persious.” “Leave me for a moment, please.” Persious bowed immediately, yet his gaze remained fixed on Wilhelm. “Are you sure there is nothing else I can do for you, my Lord?” Wilhelm shook his head, but didn’t verbally answer the shopkeeper. As his gaze wandered to the world outside the storeroom, he could see Pavel approach the shop. “Go quickly. I need to conduct business, Persious.” The shopkeeper disappeared into the darkness behind shelving crammed with boxes and wares. Seconds later, a door slammed. He smiled. This 18

The Pauper’s Prize place would be perfect. He could talk to Pavel without the prying eyes and sticky ears of those that searched out gossip in the town’s streets. Which, he hated to admit, was everyone. Wilhelm gestured for Pavel to enter the storeroom. “I take it you’re looking for me?” he said as soon as Pavel was within ear shot. “I want to barter with you.” Pavel stepped into the storeroom, passing deliciously close to Wilhelm. So close he could feel the young man’s breath against his cheek. “What did you want to barter for…and with what may I ask?” Wilhelm shifted his weight. He couldn’t help but be affected by his closeness. “I need bread and fresh meat. In exchange, I offer you myself. You can have me anyway you see fit.” Pavel’s gaze lowered until Wilhelm swore he was looking at his feet. “My body is for your pleasure,” he added softly. “I see.” Pavel began disrobing. “Name what you want me to do.” Although this would be a dream come true, the man of his desires offering himself so freely, Wilhelm didn’t feel it was appropriate for him to take advantage of Pavel in such a way. His status meant he could have anyone, and plenty had offered themselves to him over the years since his adulthood. He didn’t want to cheapen this 19

Mark Alders moment with Pavel by accepting his offer so easily. There had to be another way. He also knew Pavel couldn’t afford to buy the food he required. The young man was resorting to the only means he knew how to survive. Wilhelm felt cornered. He had to make a deal with Pavel, otherwise he’d go to someone else, someone like the baker. But what sort of deal could he make with a man that had nothing? He certainly didn’t have any silver or belongings to speak of. As Wilhelm thought about it, he decided he would only want him because the feeling between them was mutual. He wanted Pavel to be his lover. He wanted him to share his feelings, his thoughts and his desires, like real lovers did. Clearly Pavel didn’t see things that way, for he was beginning to untie the cord to his trousers. His gaze still fixed on the floor. This was obviously business to him and Wilhelm felt terrible their first meeting had to be like this. He swallowed hard and placed his hand gently upon Pavel’s shoulder. “Please. Put your shirt back on, Pavel.” The young man looked up, the pain clear in his eyes. “But I have to pay for the food you’re going to give me.” “And what if I pay for it for you?” Wilhelm stepped closer to him. 20

The Pauper’s Prize Pavel snorted. “No one has offered to buy me anything without wanting something in return.” Wilhelm moved even closer. His lips ever so close to Pavel’s cheek. “Then I only ask for a kiss, my friend.” “A kiss? Is that all?” Wilhelm could feel Pavel’s chest moving with his, and as erratically, too. Pavel’s eyes were wide, and as Wilhelm felt the tickle of his breath against him, the young man placed his arms around Wilhelm’s waist. Clearly, Pavel liked his suggestion. “Yes. That is all I want.” “No one has ever kissed me bef—” More out of desire than anything, Wilhelm pressed his lips against Pavel’s. He pulled his body closer to him and immediately began to feel giddy. The next thing he knew, Pavel parted his lips with his tongue and was ever so gently moving it deeper into Wilhelm’s mouth. He groaned as their tongues connected. The sensation was exhilarating and over and over both he and the young man moaned with delight as they explored their kiss to its deepest level. The taste of him was exotic, a spice with a sweet after taste. So manly. So exhilarating. Wilhelm didn’t want this to end. Pavel moved his head at an angle Wilhelm didn’t anticipate. Before he could react, his teeth 21

Mark Alders knocked against the young man’s. Immediately they parted. Pavel placed his hand over his mouth, a pained look flashed across his face. “I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t quite,” Wilhelm stuttered, feeling his cheeks flush. He let go of Pavel. “That wasn’t how I expected it to happen. Again, I’m so sorry, Pavel.” Pavel let out a giggle. “Never mind. I think we need some more practice, that’s all.” Wilhelm smiled. “I’d like that very much. If you’re willing, of course.” Pavel smiled back. He took a step away from Wilhelm. The remnants of their saliva on his lips caught the light and he looked angelic all of a sudden. “I don’t think—I thought you were getting married soon? What place would I have in that?” “I don’t know just yet.” Pavel leant over and pecked Wilhelm on his cheek. “Then it’s been nice, but I’ll have to ask you for that food. I have made my payment by doing as you desired. When you’ve given it to me, I’ll then be on my way and out of your sight, my Lord.” “Take whatever you want from the storeroom,” Wilhelm added with a deep sigh. “I’ll pay for it.” But his thoughts weren’t in the moment. The young man was right. He was getting married soon. He couldn’t help but feel dirty as he 22

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The Pauper’s Prize privy nearby I can use, Persious?” “Yes, my Lord.” The shopkeeper gestured to a door partially hidden behind storage boxes on the far wall. Before Persious could add any more pleasantries to their already stilted conversation, Wilhelm made his way into the room, slamming the door behind him. He pressed his back against the door once he closed it, sliding down to the chipped and worn tiles underneath his feet. No one could get in. “How could I have been so stupid?” Wilhelm cursed himself. The scene with Pavel played over and over in his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find a way how he could have done things to change the situation to a more positive outcome. Wilhelm closed his eyes. The image of Pavel, his short blond hair, his plump lipped smile, the sparkle in his vibrant green eyes that showed determination and caring and the rosiness in his cheeks filled his thoughts until he could think of nothing else but being immersed in the young man’s love. His hand wandered down to his groin. He would give all he had, all his inheritance and all of his name to have Pavel for one night. Such a night would be worth any price. Wilhelm ran his fingers under the cloth of his 25

Mark Alders pants, caressing his skin so he shuddered with the thought of what he would do when he had Pavel in his arms once more. Every breath he took, every movement of his fingers, all had Pavel as their driving force. He smiled when he ran his fingertips through his thick pubic hair, ever closer to his goal. “How can I get you to be mine?” Wilhelm groaned as he hastily fumbled with his pants. When satisfied he had freed his now-erect cock from its cloth prison, he grabbed it firmly in his hand. The warmth and touch of himself was comforting. He moaned as he pulled down on the root of it. His foreskin retracted to reveal his fully engorged glans. His urethra wept a single tear of pre-ejaculate and Wilhelm rubbed it over himself to use as lubricant for what he had to do next. He so wanted Pavel to be doing this, for even the memory of Pavel’s passionate kiss was powerful enough to make him yearn for more than what he could give himself. For the here and now, he couldn’t have Pavel. Relieving himself would have to suffice, like he had to do every day since manhood sprang up on his body. Women had never satisfied him and the house boys only performed out of fear of losing their jobs. He had been a victim since he had become a man. A victim of himself. Time for that to change. 26

The Pauper’s Prize Seconds later, the small restroom was filled with the gentle sound of Wilhelm pleasuring himself. A few moments after that, Wilhelm’s stomach shuddered, his muscles became taut and he released all he had all over himself. As the final burst of semen found his stomach, his bottom lip quivered and his muscles relaxed, spent. His ecstasy was cleansing, but short-lived. The guilt crept in again. Wilhelm couldn’t even look at himself, let alone enjoy the smell or touch of his freshly spilled sperm over his skin as he usually did. Quickly, he grabbed a cloth and rubbed the reminder of his guilt off his stomach. He felt like throwing up. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why did he have to marry Catherine? Why couldn’t two people that loved each other marry regardless of their sex or status? He pulled his pants up. Wilhelm left the privy. As his eyes adjusted to the din that was the storeroom, the door to the outside opened. Wilhelm could have sworn he saw a girl leave, but couldn’t be sure. The light from outside was too intense and he had to turn away. He was certain the girl was wearing a handmaiden’s uniform. One of Catherine’s staff perhaps? Wilhelm sighed, but in that moment made up his mind as to the course of action he 27

Mark Alders would take. He was going to follow Pavel and tell him how he really felt, no matter the consequences. **** The world outside the cave turned darker. Evening would soon be upon this part of the Earth. Odoacro got up off his bed to stretch his ancient legs. A click of a twig alerted him, and immediately he sprang to his feet, claws at the ready. A familiar scent soon filled his nostrils. A smell he’d known since the boy had come to him some ten years ago, abandoned, frightened and needing someone or something to look after him. That boy was now a man and his odour was punctuated with the hormones that raged through his body. “Why have you come back so soon, Pavel?” “I got the food quicker than I thought. Good food this time. Here, take a look.” Pavel thrust out the bag that carried his reward. Odoacro could sense immediately the moment Pavel stepped into the cave proper that the young man was happy, more so than he had been in a long while. The tone in his voice was more than enough to give that away. “You’ve met someone, haven’t you?” “Oh, come on, Odo. You may be good at 28

The Pauper’s Prize smelling, but surely you can’t smell someone on me that only touched my lips.” “You’ve been kissed? How delicious for you.” Pavel’s mouth fell open. “I didn’t say that.” “Yes, you did. And yes, my sense of smell is far superior to yours. I can even tell you what your last meal was.” “That wouldn’t be hard. I’ve only eaten stale bread from the baker this past year and whatever vegetables I can steal from the fields at night. You know that.” The chimera sniffed. “True. But I can sense the one who left his mark on you approach right now. You’ve been followed, my friend, and I think this person is definitely interested in more than just a kiss this time.” Pavel swallowed as his eyes narrowed. He clutched the bag of food tighter. “He’s come back to take away what he gave me, I bet. I didn’t exactly give him what he wanted, you know? Well, I don’t think I did.” “He? How lovely for you. And yes, Pavel, he has been near the cave since you arrived with your bag of rewards. He has been waiting for you and now he comes closer. If he wanted to take back what he has given you, as you say, I think he would have done it by now. And you’re wrong, my friend. I think you have given him everything he needs.” 29

Mark Alders Pavel turned to look behind him. “Wilhelm wants me? But he’s going to get married soon and the last time I checked it wasn’t to me.” “Go to him,” Odoacro purred. “But I don’t know why he’d want to see me…I’m a nobody. Why would he want a nobody that has nothing to offer?” Outside, heavy winds swayed the trees and undergrowth and angry clouds seemed to touch the canopy while the path that led into the cave reflected the darkened evening sky perfectly. “Well make your decision quickly, my friend. I’ll need to start warming the nest earlier tonight if the weather doesn’t improve.” **** Pavel also noticed the weather. He’d much rather stay inside the cave, mainly because there’d be no doubt it’d rain again at any moment. He was lucky he got back to the cave without getting wet this time and he certainly didn’t fancy getting soaked twice in one day. Why couldn’t Wilhelm come to him? What did he have to fear? “I think he wants you to meet him halfway. Then he’ll know if you’re as interested in him as he is in you. Ahh, courtship. It never changes, no matter how many times over the eons I see it.” Pavel looked down at the bag of food. Odoacro 30

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“Enter,” she chimed without looking up from her study. The one knocking on the door obviously entered, for the flame of her candle flickered. “I have news, my lady,” a woman’s voice said. Without turning to address the visitor, rather preferring to keep reading, Catherine said sternly, “Tell me everything, Harriet. Absolutely everything.” “It’s about Wilhelm. Your suspicions were correct.” Catherine looked up. “I see.” She turned to see her handmaiden kneeling on the floor, her head low. “Stand up, my loyal friend. Come. Sit here and tell me what you saw.” The young woman came to the chair Catherine offered. “I was buying the flowers as you instructed, the ones you wanted samples of for 32

The Pauper’s Prize your wedding—” “Yes. Yes. Get to what you saw, not what I sent you to do. I know that already.” Harriet cleared her throat behind her hand. “The shopkeeper came out from the storeroom complaining that Wilhelm was conducting business and he wouldn’t be able to get me the samples I needed just yet.” Catherine smiled. “And you asked permission to go into the storeroom?” “Yes, my Lady.” “You have done well.” Catherine closed her book slowly. “What did you see when you got in there?” “More than I should have.” “Of that, I’m sure,” Catherine said, her impatience growing. She wanted to hear the reason for Wilhelm leaving the house in such a hurry, but at the same time, she didn’t for fear of the consequences. If Wilhelm went to see someone else, the wedding could be jeopardised. She would lose everything, the money, the power and all the privileges that went with her new status. That option wasn’t even a consideration in her mind. She wouldn’t give up so much so easily after a lifetime of waiting. “Your Wilhelm was…kissing…another man.” Harriet turned her head, as if uttering the words 33

Mark Alders she spoke would bring about the wrath of her mistress. Those five words cut through Catherine with more impact and precision than a sword wielded by a master, even though Wilhelm had told her to her face he wanted men. To actually hear of it happening, struck her harder than she would have liked to admit. The shock of such a realisation rippled over her and she clutched at her chest. “Lord have mercy. Who was this…man? I must know.” “A beggar, my Lady,” Harriet muttered. Catherine caught her breath. She began to feel warm, both from the anger that seethed inside and of the realisation her efforts in securing her future were now quickly eroding away. “A beggar?” she asked through gritted teeth. “Yes, my Lady.” Catherine felt giddy. How could Wilhelm throw away all he had and all he could have with her to be with someone who didn’t even hold rank or social status? What was he thinking? “Have the Viscount summoned for me. I think it’s high time this childish behaviour of Wilhelm’s came to a stop once and for all.” Harriet got up off the chair and bowed immediately. “Yes, my Lady.” She watched as her handmaiden made her way to the chamber door. “Oh, and, Harriet, not a 34

The Pauper’s Prize word to anyone about this, you understand?” The handmaiden bowed once more before backing out the door, careful not to show her back to her mistress. Once the young woman left, Catherine got up and began pacing the room, muttering to herself. “All you had to do was say I do in a week’s time, Wilhelm, and all would have been well for everyone. But no, you couldn’t wait, you selfish fool.” She had to stop herself from shouting. She was furious. “Why must everything be left to me to sort out? If I had my way, this would have never happened.” About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door. This time the hand that created it sounded a lot heavier than Catherine’s handmaiden. “Please come in, Viscount.” “Whatever is the matter, Catherine? To call me at such an hour is most unorthodox, especially seeing as there is so much to do before the wedding.” The Viscount’s voice sounded flustered and sweat trickled down from his temples. He also rubbed his neck continuously with his handkerchief. “I’ve asked you here to talk about that very thing. It seems the wedding may be in doubt.” The Viscount stopped dead. His gaze, glaring and intent, bored into Catherine. “Where’s 35

Mark Alders Wilhelm?” “I think you need to sit down, Viscount.” “I shall do no such thing,” he snorted. “If you know where he is, tell me, Catherine. I’ll send my best men to go fetch him and drag his sorry hide back here, so help me.” “He’s with another man.” The Viscount’s mouth dropped open and Catherine could have sworn the man’s face contorted for a split second. “He’s what?” “He’s been seen being intimate with a beggar in one of the town shops.” “A beggar?” “Yes. A man who lives on the street,” she told him, as if he were a simpleton. The Viscount waved his hand angrily. “I know what a beggar is. But why? Why would Wilhelm do such a thing when he has you? He’s a stupid foolish boy, that’s what he is.” Catherine began to chuckle, she couldn’t help herself. “Seems I don’t have what Wilhelm desires.” “Rubbish! You have everything and more. And you can give us an heir. This…this beggar man most certainly cannot!” The Viscount did sit, but his demeanour didn’t change. Even the veins in his neck could clearly be seen. “Do you know the beggar’s name? Tell me, and I’ll make sure my stupid son never sees him again.” 36

The Pauper’s Prize “I’ll call Harriet back in. She may know.” “You do that!” he snapped back without looking at her. Catherine rang a bell on her desk. A few moments later, Harriet entered the chambers. “Yes, my Lady.” “Harriet, close the door.” Catherine waited for her handmaiden to obey. When she was satisfied, she added, “Do you know the name of the man Wilhelm was with?” “The shopkeeper only said that he was the one who was protected by the…what did he call it? The…chimera, I think he said. He didn’t know the man’s name. Sorry, my Lady.” “The chimera?!” The Viscount jumped to his feet. “That’s perfect!” “How so, Viscount?” Catherine asked. “I have men hunting the beast as we speak.” A smirk crawled across the Viscount’s lips. “I think I’ll go join them. That way I can sort out all my troubles in the one fell swoop.” “And what if you don’t return, Viscount?” Catherine tried to put a concerned tone into her voice. “What then?” The Viscount reached the door, obviously eager to get on with his new purpose. “You will take charge, my dear, in my absence. Should anything happen to me, as you so eloquently put it, you will not be disadvantaged. Never fear, your place in 37

Mark Alders our house and the benefits that go with it, are yours to enjoy. Of course, you must keep your end of our arrangement.” “So long as I marry Wilhelm and produce a child, you mean?” “I’m glad we understand each other.” The Viscount left the chambers. From the hall, he added, “And I will do everything in my power to make sure this wedding goes ahead as planned.” When Catherine was certain the Viscount was out of earshot, she nodded for Harriet to close the door once more. “I have a favour to ask of you, Harriet.” “Anything you wish, my Lady.” Catherine smiled. “You will be rewarded well for your loyalty and service. I want you to know that. But I have one more thing to ask of you this day. I want you to summon Reinholt for me. I need him here as quick as possible.” “Yes, my Lady.” “I think it’s time I played my hand in this matter. I don’t like my fate being determined by others. I’ve waited too long for it to go wrong now.” Harriet bowed and left the chambers as quietly as she always did. Catherine went to the window. The streets below were awash with bright lit lamps. The sun had set. “Soon, if all I have planned works out, all 38

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Chapter Six doacro moved forward, stepping carefully over Pavel’s bag. He could smell the hunters presence outside, even stronger than before. There was also another scent coming to his attention and he believed it to be the odour of the young man who met Pavel in the town. He had recently been made aware of this new smell, thanks to Pavel having it all over him. But the scent this Wilhelm exuded right now was complex and somewhat unfamiliar. Odoacro didn’t like unfamiliar things. He could smell the young man’s pheromones and other numerous body odours, but there was something else there, too. Perhaps there was someone else with the young man who hid in the bushes. Perhaps he was frightened. No, the scent wasn’t of fright. Fright had an acidic quality to it. This was…he took in more of the air…this was spicy, musty and sweet all at once. Yes, the odour was like there was someone else with him it was

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Mark Alders Odoacro found himself smiling. That was it. The young man who waited for Pavel was aroused, drenched in his own ejaculate. The scent was that of sexual excitement. Wilhelm did indeed want Pavel, and on an extremely intimate level, too. How very curious. It seemed Pavel gave this Wilhelm enough to want more. “Finally, there may be another for my dear friend,” Odoacro whispered to himself as he watched Pavel stand in the rain. “And not a moment too soon either.” He noticed Pavel’s shoulders were slumped and he looked forlorn, waiting for Wilhelm to make his move. This was obviously wearing thin for Pavel. His mood exuded a darkness deeper than the sky above and the chimera could tell that the offering of food would only be a start. Pavel needed a lot more than that to survive. Every human needed much more than that to survive. Over the years, Pavel had been used, and even he knew that now. Hopefully, Wilhelm would turn events so they would favour Pavel, but Odoacro had a feeling things were going to be difficult before they got any better. How he wanted to comfort Pavel, let the young man sink into the warmth of his fur so he could lick him as if he were a pup. He knew Pavel liked that. The young man hiding behind the bushes 42

The Pauper’s Prize added a complication. His intentions were good, but what would happen when he caught sight of the great chimera? Sure, he was interested in Pavel, that was obvious, but Odoacro’s experience with humans meant that arousal and good intentions were not necessarily an indication of any future actions. A hunter could be aroused by the thought of a kill, after all. He was well aware what happened to the prey of humans. “Where is he, Odo?” Pavel called out, obviously anxious and a touch impatient. “He’s there. By the bushes. He really wants you, too, from what I can tell.” “I don’t need anyone. I have you. That’s enough,” Pavel snapped as he stepped forward. “You know I can’t give you everything you desire…Pavel, you need another who can look after you. You can’t go offering yourself for stale bread anymore. And you need more than friendship. You know this.” “What could be greater than our friendship? I’ve survived all right up to this point, haven’t I? What else do I need? I told you, Wilhelm will marry soon…then what? Where does that leave me?” “You need love from another human,” Odoacro said with a good dose of sadness in his voice. All his friends eventually moved on. That was the way of things being an eternal creation. 43

Mark Alders Pavel turned to look at the chimera, his eyes intent. “Are you saying that Wilhelm loves me so much that he’ll sacrifice everything to be with me? Don’t be silly. He wants my body for his own pleasure until he grows bored. That’s the way it’s always been with his kind.” “Possibly. It’s hard to tell completely. He is certainly giving off enough to indicate extreme interest at the very least.” Pavel snorted. “That’s impossible. I don’t know of any reason why he would risk his family’s reputation and wealth to be with me, let alone love me. I am a homeless pauper, remember? I don’t have anything to offer other than the warmth of my mouth around his cock. I bet Wilhelm wants to make me an offer for my body. He only lusts for me so I can beg him for a morsel of food to keep me alive long enough so I can go back to him again and again. I’d be his bit on the side. That’s what I bet.” “Then why don’t you ask him?” Odoacro had seen Wilhelm come out from the bushes. He was a somewhat attractive lad for a human, tall, well built and with hair as dark as the feathers of the crows. But the sight of the young man didn’t give Odoacro as much joy as what the young man felt for Pavel. He recognised him as the Viscount’s son, for the family resemblance was striking. A fact Pavel 44

The Pauper’s Prize hadn’t mentioned before. This knowledge certainly changed things. The chimera sighed. He knew the Viscount had been hunting him for years. Was this a trick to gain knowledge of Odoacro’s whereabouts? More than likely. The pelt of a chimera’s hide would make a Viscount an even wealthier man. So much so he could even rise to the rank of Duke. A prize worth almost any risk, including the prostitution of his only son. Was Pavel right in being suspicious? Had the Viscount sent his only son and heir to the cave to court Pavel in the hope of getting to the chimera? “Wilhelm?” Pavel said with an audible gasp, knocking Odoacro from his reverie. Odoacro noticed how Pavel’s voice broke when he uttered that name. Perhaps Pavel’s doubt was all a façade.

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Chapter Seven atherine was still at the window of her chambers when once more a knock at the door broke the silence she so cherished. “Enter,” she snapped. “You summoned me, Catherina?” a man’s voice said in a thick Germanic accent, as smooth as the handmade silk eiderdown on Catherine’s bed and as alluring. Her skin crawled when she realised who the one at her door was, but turned so as not to show disrespect to the man who held no loyalties. Before her was the tall, athletic frame of the man who would turn events to her favour, if she could pay the price he required. Reinholt wasn’t cheap. Then again, professional assassins never were. “Yes, I did.” She smiled. “Reinholt, you will play a big part in my plan to rule the town of Corrus. I want you to make sure the Viscount never returns from his little venture.” “And where has the Viscount gone at this late

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Mark Alders Reinholt offered a slight nod as he snatched the silver from Catherine’s hand. “Pleasure doing business with you,” he said, stuffing the coins hastily into his leather pouch that hung around his waist. “I can tell you that the Viscount will have a rather unfortunate accident out there in the forest. And his son, desperate to try and save him, will fail. He will have no choice but to come home. Rest assured, my Catherina, you will have your wish. Let’s just hope it’s what you really want, no?” “Make sure you dispose of the beggar, as well.” “Consider it done,” Reinholt said with a sneer. He left the chamber, closing the door behind him. The silence greeted Catherine once more. She realised she was holding her breath and her hands were trembling. “I need a drink,” she said as she rang the bell. **** “Before you tell me to leave, there’s something you should know, Pavel,” Wilhelm said as his lips quivered. He felt his stomach churn as he took in the sight of the creature who stood next to the young man. The chimera was as magnificent as he’d heard. Even through the rain, the beast’s features were unmistakable. It had the body and head of a noble 48

The Pauper’s Prize lion, a dragon’s tail full of shimmering green scales and the horns of a mighty ram. He could plainly see why his father had talked about hunting the creature many times. “Tell me quick,” Pavel said, his hands firmly planted on his hips. “I have little patience, and my friend’s claws can shred you to pieces in seconds.” Wilhelm licked his lips, before he added, “Can we go inside? It’s rather wet out here.” “Why have you been following me? You have given me my reward for what I have offered. Isn’t that enough? Why bother me again so soon?” Clearly Pavel and the chimera would need more than an excuse to convince them. Finally, he plucked up the courage to summon the words he needed to speak to be believed. “I ran away from home so I could…so I could be with you, Pavel.” “Come inside,” the chimera rumbled in a guttural tone. “Getting wet won’t do any of us good. And my fur takes hours to dry.” Wilhelm noticed Pavel shoot a glance at the beast. Did he need more convincing? Surely not. His kiss back in the storeroom was not only filled with passion, it was consumed by wanting, too. Perhaps Pavel was protecting the chimera. He had an idea. Inside the cave the air was warm and inviting. Not like Wilhelm had expected a cave to be. Sure, it was dark and dusty and only lit by a couple of 49

Mark Alders torches, but not to the extent it would be uncomfortable. “Now what’s all this about?” Pavel asked defiantly. Before he could add any more venom to his words, Wilhelm grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him close. As Pavel’s mouth fell open, probably from surprise more than anything, he leaned forward and kissed him. Wilhelm’s mind spun as his lips came in contact with Pavel’s. The taste of the young man was hard to pinpoint, but delicious. He tasted like bread and saliva and something unexplainable. It was wonderful. The water that dripped off his hair added to the experience. The kiss was wet and warm and exhilarating, just as he had remembered even though it went horribly wrong back in the storeroom. This time, Wilhelm was determined he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. He wanted this kiss to be perfect. He knew Pavel would be worth the risks he had taken. That stolen kiss and the promise of more meant everything to him right now. Pavel groaned, and as Wilhelm sent in his tongue to explore all the sensations on offer, he felt arms wrap around him, squeezing him tight. He obviously liked being kissed. He heard a chuckle coming from the chimera. 50

The Pauper’s Prize “Excellent. My friend, you have found another that needs you. See? Surprises and unexpected love can happen, Pavel.” Pavel broke away and uttered, “I-I…I didn’t expect that again so soon. I’ve…I’ve never been kissed so many times before. Not by anyone, especially not by the likes of you. Why are you doing this?” Pavel’s arousal was clear, the tattered trousers he wore didn’t hide much. “I told you, I wanted you. I always have. Surely, you must have noticed how I have looked at you? I’ve even followed you through the village on many occasions before I offered you those groceries. Don’t you remember?” The young man offered a shaky smile. “Yes…but I…I feel like our relationship should be more than…” Pavel looked up directly into his eyes. “My, Lord, you can have me. I’m yours to do with however you like.” That took Wilhelm aback. “Are you offering yourself because I ask of it or because you think you may gain reward from such an act? Sure, I can provide for you, much more than you can even imagine. But I don’t want you because you think I’ll pay you for your body. I did what I did because of love. Nothing more.” “But I need to eat, don’t you get it?” The chimera politely coughed. “Now, now, Pavel. Let the Viscount’s son show you the true 51

Mark Alders intentions of his heart. When he is done, you will not need to question him. You will know.” “If he wants me, he’ll have to offer something in return. I have greater needs to worry about. I have Odo to provide for as well, you know?” “I can provide for myself. No need to worry about that, my dear friend,” Odoacro said with a purr-like rumble. “And your cunning will see that you’ll survive, of that I am certain. You know, come to think of it, I’d enjoy warming you both. I can make sure you don’t catch a death of cold. Now enjoy your newfound friendship and worry about other things later, you hear me?” Wilhelm noticed that Pavel’s stare stayed fixed on him, even as the chimera spoke. The time was ripe to tell him what he really wanted. He suffered from a different kind of hunger, one that haunted his dreams and stabbed his every waking thought since he could remember. A hunger and a need that could only be satisfied by being with another man. Sure, he could have Catherine within a heartbeat, or any other for that matter. But a woman couldn’t give him what Pavel could. His desires had been with him since he felt the first signs of manhood change his body and was something he couldn’t ignore. “I don’t want you, Pavel,” Wilhelm uttered. “I want you to have me.” Pavel’s glare became filled with surprise. His eyes widened. “What did you say?” 52

The Pauper’s Prize “You heard me.” Wilhelm came close again. He could feel Pavel’s hot breath against his skin as he moved closer to take in everything about the attractive young man before him—his scent, his taste and more importantly, his gratification. Their cheeks touched. Pavel opened his mouth to gasp and their stubble rasped together, a noise that became amplified by the cave. Wilhelm, too, let out a moan of approval. This was even better than he dreamed. To have Pavel’s touch against his skin again was perfect. Just perfect. They both embraced each other once more. He brushed his lips against Pavel’s, gently at first, so as to tease. With another moan, he placed his lips firmly onto the succulence that was the young man. The invitation to do so clear. Pavel tightened his embrace to pull Wilhelm in closer, and he responded by running his hands under Pavel’s shirt. Never once did they let go of their sensual contact. Immediately, he noticed how soft and velvety Pavel’s back was. No wonder he was a prize to the perverts of the village. He was a beauty to both behold and to touch. But no more. He would make sure Pavel didn’t have to offer himself to anyone to survive. Not ever. Seconds later, Wilhelm’s mind filled with images and thoughts of dreamy giggles, knowing glances and ultimately of the need to be with 53

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conscious of the tatters that clung to his own thin frame like wet brown paper. To wear clothes such as Wilhelm’s would be a dream, the material looked exotic, full of colour and vibrancy. In the dim light, he also noticed how Wilhelm’s body, now without the cover of any status, was beautifully sculptured. His features had a striking softness to them. His body, almost hairless, looked ever so alluring. He could also tell he ate well, a far cry from the skin and bone of his own existence. The young man was indeed worthy of attention. He traced his gaze down Wilhelm’s frame to eventually rest on the sight of his genitals. The tuft of pubic hair was a lovely introduction to the spectacle of his cock underneath. Wilhelm certainly wasn’t shy, and he knelt so he had a leg on either side of Pavel, straddling 55

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The Pauper’s Prize Everything was perfect. But Pavel felt nervous. What if I can’t do this? He said with a stutter, “I do like what I see.” His anxiousness surprised him and he felt as though this were his first time with another man. “May I pleasure you before you lay me down?” Wilhelm asked as he leaned down and gently kissed Pavel’s navel. “I can’t believe I’m being asked such a thing by the likes of you. I’m…I’m honoured.” But as Pavel spoke those words, Wilhelm continued to kiss his stomach, taking hold of his cock and feeling the weight of it in his hand. “Oh, my Lord,” he added with a nervous giggle. Wilhelm kissed lower and lower, using his tongue, too. A trail of wetness led down, only to disappear within the silky depths of Pavel’s pubic hair. He couldn’t help but watch intently as the Viscount’s son adorned him with his affection. He’d never been treated this way and his stomach quivered beneath his lover’s touch. Filled with a sense of joy, he couldn’t help but smile. Pavel let out a gasp of surprised delight as Wilhelm’s mouth engulfed his cock, all of it. Pavel felt his foreskin retract and his sensitive head was now exposed and ready for the attention of his lover’s tongue. Wilhelm didn’t waste any time as he clasped his hand around the base of Pavel, pulling down on the skin even more so he could 57

Mark Alders roll his tongue over his most sensitive parts, including his frenulum. Pavel let you a pleased yelp. Somewhat delightfully, Wilhelm made delicious slurping noises as he worked the length of his swollen cock, too. Pavel giggled again, but covered his mouth. He didn’t want to seem rude. Not at all. He could even feel his cheeks grow warm as Wilhelm feasted on his cock, the groans and growls that resulted a sure sign of his delight. His stomach had gone beyond mere quivering. Pavel could see it move in rhythm as Wilhelm worked his lips over the entire length of him. The skin of his cock was so wet it glistened, even in the dim light created by the chimera. Wilhelm came away and his erection slapped against his stomach. “Now you are ready. I lay down for you, my beautiful Pavel.” Sure enough, Wilhelm sidled next to him so he became crowned by Odoacro’s mane. The smile he offered drove Pavel wild, and what’s more, he played with himself as Pavel got up to come over his newfound and unexpected lover. He had never seen anyone touch themselves because of anything he had done. This whole experience was new to him, and his fingers and toes tingled, reflecting his anticipation and delight. He had never felt such warm sensations during sex before. 58

The Pauper’s Prize “You offer yourself willingly for me?” Pavel asked. His voice broke as he spoke those words, and the last word was said with an elated squeak as he surprised himself. Wilhelm emanated confidence with every move he made as he opened his legs. No reply was needed. The Viscount’s son’s actions were more than enough to convince him of what to do next. Pavel had never taken another before. He had always been the one underneath. The one with his head buried in the pillow or hay or whatever so he would be silent and couldn’t breathe. The one who had his buttocks in the air, receptive without question to the abuse that would follow. The sight of Wilhelm’s readiness aroused him even more. His testicles began to ache. In one fluid motion, Pavel pushed his cock into Wilhelm’s rectum, careful not to hurt him too much by going in too quickly. Being covered in saliva made the motion easy, a courtesy most others didn’t bother about. Wilhelm let out a delighted yelp as he pushed in deeper. The warmth of the Viscount’s son around him was pure ecstasy, and he groaned so loud his echo answered many times. He thought he’d release his sperm there and then, but grabbed at the base of himself and concentrated so he didn’t. Pavel lost some of his erection as his thoughts 59

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The Pauper’s Prize moment, too. Pavel groaned. “Oh, my Lord.” “You’re so good,” Wilhelm said with a gasp. He opened his eyes. Wilhelm was writhing on the bed, arching his back and licking his lips furiously as he moved deep and hard inside him. He closed his eyes again quickly, now conscious once more of how soon this could be over. Everything was heightened, especially his senses. Even his mind couldn’t concentrate on anything other than that of the pleasure of his flesh, no matter how hard he tried. He felt a tingle rise up to consume him. Wilhelm had clenched himself tighter around Pavel’s cock. He’d even folded his legs behind his back to try and pull him in closer, to make him go in deeper. Ecstasy now prickled at Pavel’s skin, even more intense than the pins and needles he felt before. “I’m going to explode soon, Wilhelm.” His voice sounded harsh, even to himself. Pavel opened his eyes again. After much thought, he knew he wanted to feast on what lay before him. Why not? Why fight it anymore? As he did so, he saw Wilhelm release his seed all over himself, a great ribbon of glistening white fluid went from his stomach to his neck, and a pool had gathered in his navel. That was the signal Pavel wanted—no, needed, and he let go of all he had, too. As Pavel pumped more and more of his sperm 61

Mark Alders inside his lover, he collapsed onto him to embrace him. The warmth, sweat and manly smell off Wilhelm’s body was so welcome. He didn’t care that the stickiness of his ejaculate came with the embrace. In fact, it made it better. Pavel felt liberated, thankful and relieved all at once. His first time had been fantastic. Pavel kissed his lover, a kiss that conveyed his deepest gratitude and emotion, and one like he had never done before, full of intent and purpose. After an eternity of deep kisses, sensual touches and dizzy spells, he finally pulled his lips off Wilhelm. “Why me?” he asked softly. “I’m nobody.” Odoacro rumbled. “You should never question the actions of the heart, Pavel. They don’t come around too often in my experience.” Pavel slipped himself out of his lover’s warmth. Within a few moments, he missed the feeling of him around his cock. He wanted to make love to him again and again. Was his first time going to be his last? He hoped not. “I told you, I want to be with you, Pavel. What we just shared confirmed that for me.” “I don’t mean that…I mean… You’re the Viscount’s son. You could have anyone. But you and me? How can we make this work? Your father isn’t exactly renowned for his charity.” The chimera growled. “I can smell others 62

The Pauper’s Prize approach.” Wilhelm’s eyes widened. He looked agitated. “They must have followed me…I’m so sorry. I just want to be with you, my beautiful Pavel.” “Get dressed, both of you,” Odoacro ordered as he sprung to his feet. Pavel felt a chill and his skin tightened with gooseflesh as the warmth from the chimera dissipated. Odoacro had left the bed. “How can we stay together?” Wilhelm asked, his tone filled with dismay as he sat up. “It’s just impossible, Pavel. Impossible, I say.” “Nothing’s impossible.” A newfound determination swept through Pavel, and he couldn’t help but verbalise his awakened feelings. “We’ve just got to figure it out, that’s all.” Pavel got up. He could smell his lover all over himself. He could see it all over him, too. He liked this reward for what he did most of all. “You don’t know my father. He’ll hang me, that’s for sure. You as well. Especially if he finds out about…this…and what’s here in the cave.” “Yes, I’m quite a find,” Odoacro purred. “Rest assured, I will protect you both as best I can. And also know, what you both have, what you have both shared and experienced, is indeed love. Take it from me. I’ve seen eons pass and rarely have I seen someone risk everything. His life, the love of his father and his status, to be with the one he has 63

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The Pauper’s Prize “Love? Love? Don’t make me laugh.” The Viscount did laugh, glaring at his friends to encourage them to join in. “How can two men not related love one another? That’s against nature’s law, that’s what it is. It’s disgusting.” Odoacro could see the other men step gingerly forward, the weapons they grasped in plain view. “Is that why you hunt me? Because I’m against nature’s law, too. Tell me when it all ends?” As Odoacro spoke, wisps of smoke curled around his head. “Come back here when all those who are different are wiped out and you are a very lonely man on a very lonely planet.” “Now!” the Viscount screamed. Odoacro could see exactly what the hunters were doing, their tactics were infantile. The man with the crossbow fell to his knees so that he could aim true. The one with the sword came to flank the left, the man with the mace, the right. The Viscount naturally took the middle. Odoacro had seen this so many times before, and from men worth far more than this rabble. Instead of wiping them out with a mere flick of his tail or a blow of his breath, Odoacro had an idea. Obliterating the enemy in this case would not help their cause. More from the village would soon follow. And besides, Wilhelm needed to restore his name as much as Pavel needed to eat. He let them attack first. A bolt from the 67

Mark Alders crossbow struck his shoulder, and as he let out a roar, one that moved the ground beneath his paws, the swordsman and the mace-man charged. He heard Pavel scream. The Viscount drew a knife from his tunic. “You will make me rich beyond my wildest dreams, chimera.” Before the swordsman struck, Pavel and Wilhelm crossed his path, coming to Odoacro’s side. “You can’t hurt him!” Pavel screamed. “He’s done nothing to you.” “Get out of the way, boy!” the Viscount yelled. “Olaf, attack the beast now! Finish him! I order it!” The swordsman and the other man couldn’t attack. Pavel and Wilhelm had thrown themselves onto the chimera, to become the beast’s human shields. “No, Father,” Wilhelm cried out, his voice weighted with his emotions. “Pavel’s right. You can’t hurt him. Just because you own land and have money, doesn’t mean you own another’s life.” “I can do as I please. A life is like anything, a commodity. Now get out the way, or you’ll no longer be considered my son.” “I thought you had already disowned me? I heard you say it with my very own ears only a few moments ago.” 68

The Pauper’s Prize The Viscount paused for a moment in thought. “Bah! Just get out of the way. I’ll deal with you later.” “No!” Wilhelm’s face was bright red, a perfect reflection of his anger. “Don’t say no to me. Move, Wilhelm. I’ll tan your sorry hide later for your disobedience.” Odoacro could see the agitation on the Viscount’s face. He obviously wasn’t used to being defied. Odoacro felt the sting of the crossbow bolt that had been lodged into his flesh and his leg numbed. He hoped this would be over soon. He didn’t like being uncomfortable. “I won’t move.” Wilhelm held out his hand. Pavel took it and together they both stood up, tall and defiant. “You’ll have to kill us both to get to the chimera.” “Then if that is what I have to do, then so be it.” The other men glanced at the Viscount. The one who had been referred to as Olaf stepped back. “I’m not a murderer, my Lord. Kill the beast, yes. That’s what you said. But I’m not killing an unarmed man for no reason. Not for what you pay me.” Odoacro could feel the Viscount’s anger building. It radiated from him like the clouds that generated a storm. “What? It’s only a pathetic pauper and his lover that stand between us. Are you going to let these 69

Mark Alders two worthless imps come between us and a fortune?” Spittle flew from his mouth as he spoke and his eyes bulged in their sockets. The swordsman lowered his weapon. “You said this would be easy, my Lord. I’m not here to butcher those who cannot defend themselves. I’m a man of honour. I have a reputation to uphold.” “Then give my son your mace, Erin. But if you do, you have lost your share of the spoils. And the same goes for you, Olaf. Your reputations, along with your meagre possessions, will still be intact, I can assure you.” Both men stepped away, leaving their weapons behind. Odoacro chuckled to himself as he saw them retreat. They were smart men. But smart men or not, they would be opportunists. He made a mental note to keep an eye on them. Wilhelm picked up the mace thrown at his feet. “Do you want to fight me, son? Is that it?” the Viscount spat. Wilhelm didn’t reply. Instead, he let out a cry and charged at his father, swinging the weapon wildly. There was a clash of metal, one that rang out to strike concern in Odoacro’s heart, especially with what happened next. Wilhelm obviously wasn’t used to wielding a weapon and the weight of the mace knocked him off balance as he swung to hit 70

The Pauper’s Prize his father. The Viscount merely stepped aside once their weapons parted contact. Wilhelm found the dirt. Pavel rushed to his lover. Odoacro smiled in the only way a chimera could, from the inside. Both of these young men had shown their worth. They had more honour in their smallest fingers than the Viscount could ever have. As Pavel helped Wilhelm to his feet, his father charged. The blade caught the torchlight as he raised it high. With a fluid motion, and before Wilhelm could get fully upright, he swung the blade down onto his son. Before the blade came down onto Wilhelm, Pavel came up between his lover’s legs and picked up the discarded sword. In one frantic motion, he thrust it up at the man. The Viscount, with his stomach exposed, let out a stilted cough as the sword ran him through. The knife he held fell to the dirt by Pavel’s side. “My, son!” the Viscount said with a bloodchilling splutter and a moan. He slumped to the ground, letting out one final gasp of air. “I’m not your son, remember,” Wilhelm spat. “But I’ll take back my inheritance and honour.” Pavel came up to embrace his lover. Both took each other into their arms and a heated kiss sealed 71

Mark Alders their joy and their relief. Odoacro felt the time was ripe for action, before anyone else decided to get greedy. “So what of you three, hmm? Do you feel the same as the Viscount? Is what you see here worth destroying?” The crossbow man raised his weapon, aiming it straight at the chimera. “More money for us, is all that means, beast,” he said with a sneer. Before the man could fire a bolt, Odoacro leapt over to him as effortlessly as if he were made of the air itself. He bought down his dragon-scaled tail onto the man’s head, cleaving him neatly into two before gracefully landing near the mouth of his lair. It was still raining. “Anyone else want to question their loyalties?” Odoacro shook a paw that had landed in a puddle. The other two men got onto their knees and bowed low until their foreheads touched the soil. The swordsman said, “We pledge our allegiance to Viscount Wilhelm, the man with the power of the chimera.” Wilhelm craned his neck to look at the men, but didn’t let go of Pavel. “You do?” he asked, surprise mixed in with his words. “Yes, my Lord,” Olaf said. “In that case, I want to be with Pavel. I want him to have everything I have. Oh, and I want the chimera protected so long as he is on my land. 72

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Mark Alders himself into his bed. “They have been put to good use, Wilhelm. No need to worry.” Pavel laughed. “They’re now fuel for the fire, hey, Odo?” Wilhelm hadn’t seen the chimera eat the bodies. Then again, he had been wrapped in Pavel’s arms. It was a wonderful feeling being so immersed in another that even time had no meaning. “I want you, Wilhelm,” Pavel said, knocking Wilhelm from his thoughts. “You can take me this time, I’m yours.” Now it was Wilhelm’s turn to smile. “Are you offering yourself to me?” “Yes,” Pavel whispered. “And what do you want in return, may I ask?” Wilhelm said with a giggle. Pavel bought Wilhelm closer. “My prize is you…forever and ever.” Wilhelm realised something wasn’t quite right. He sat up. “But there is one concern I haven’t addressed yet. One more important than my father.” “What is it, Will? Um, may I call you Will, my Lord?” “Of course you can, my beautiful Pavel.” He smoothed his hand across his lover’s cheek. “My main concern is Catherine.” “Your future bride, you mean?” Pavel said with a frown emphasised by the disgusted tone tainted 76

The Pauper’s Prize in his voice. “Why should she be of concern? From what I’ve heard she’s nothing but trouble.” Odoacro interjected, “You must go to her, both of you. I have a feeling there is more happening here than you know.” “What gives you that idea, Odo?” “Don’t worry, Pavel. She won’t be my future bride, not after what has happened, that’s for sure.” Wilhelm stood, offering his hand to Pavel. “Then again, I want you to know I never even entertained the idea of marrying her.” Odoacro stood, his nose in the air. “In answer to your question, Pavel my friend, someone else approaches the cave. That is how I know there is more going on.” Pavel pushed Wilhelm behind him. “Stay here, Will. I’ll go see who it is.” Wilhelm didn’t complain. It seemed Pavel had taken on the role as his protector, as he did for Odoacro. He had wanted all his life to be looked after, to be the one who would be kept. He was tired of having so much expected of him, being the Viscount’s son. No more. His man would care for him and give him what he needed both physically and emotionally. No woman could do that. Odoacro responded. “You both stay here. I’ll go see. This one is different. Not like the other hunters at all. He has managed to get close to my nest without being detected. A feat in itself, I must 77

Mark Alders say.” “A professional hunter, you mean?” Wilhelm said quietly. Odoacro didn’t answer. Instead, he roared. The cave vibrated and the dust that clung to the ceiling loosened to fall like snow around them. The chimera’s bellow was so intense, they covered their ears. Odoacro’s roar formed words filled with anger. “Show yourself intruder. I know you’re there. A dog in heat creates less stink than you.” Wilhelm saw the chimera move with lightning speed over to the entrance of the cave, as a cat would for a mouse. Odoacro’s mouth was ablaze with his magical fire. Had he caught the intruder? Wilhelm wasn’t sure. Everything happened at once, including the sensation of being pulled away from Pavel. When Wilhelm looked around, realising something or someone had indeed pulled him away, he discovered he was being held by a tall man with a cruel face. The thing was, he couldn’t call for help. The man’s rough hands were pressed hard against his mouth. Wilhelm heard Pavel scream. Odoacro turned and immediately his hackles stood to attention. “I see you’re no amateur, hunter. You threw your scent off your trail well. That little bag of stinkwood you placed at the cave 78

The Pauper’s Prize entrance worked well.” “I only come for Wilhelm, no?” The ugly man pressed into the back of Wilhelm’s leg with something hard. Wilhelm crumpled to his knees and as he came to the ground, a noose was placed around his neck and tightened. “You hurt him and I’ll make sure you don’t get out of here alive, you bastard,” Pavel yelled, spittle flying from his mouth. Odoacro came next to Pavel, wrapping his tail around his friend, obviously to stop Pavel from doing anything foolish. “What’s your name, hunter? I would like to know. Someone of your skill needs to have a name.” “The name’s Reinholt.” The noose tightened and Wilhelm gagged. “And I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ll be taking this boy back to Catherine now for the rest of my money. Oh, and I thank you for doing my job for me. It seems the Viscount did indeed come into an accident, just as I planned.” “Whatever the bitch is paying you, we’ll triple it,” Pavel said, his voice uneven all of a sudden. “Just let my Wilhelm go.” “As tempting as that offer is, my reputation is also important. When I have completed this job, you are more than welcome to hire me. We can then discuss terms, no?” 79

Mark Alders Wilhelm closed his eyes. His vision had become blurry. Whether from the tightness of the noose or simply because he became overwhelmed with emotion, it didn’t matter. The result was the same. He blinked several times, trying to restore his sight. “Please, let me go,” Wilhelm croaked. “We were going to see Catherine anyway. You’ll get paid, I guarantee it.” Wilhelm felt warm. Sweat trickled off his nose and chin and the rope burned around his neck. All he could see was an intense orange light pervading everything in sight, even with his eyes closed. He tried to open them, but pain quickly forced him to keep them shut again. In the glimpse, he did get, Wilhelm noticed that everything, even the familiar features of the cave, had succumbed to this light. “What’s going on here?” Reinholt screamed, before he was abruptly cut off. Wilhelm felt the hold on him release. He fell to the ground and the dust quickly filled his mouth and he coughed so hard he thought he’d convulse. A gentle hand pressed against Wilhelm’s cheek. “Are you all right, Will?” Pavel asked. Wilhelm tried to get up, but couldn’t. He still felt warm and that warmth had drained him. Pavel placed a tender arm around Wilhelm and began kissing him all over his face. “I’m so sorry I had to do that, Wilhelm,” 80

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The Pauper’s Prize of his pursed lips and tightening his hold around Pavel’s waist. “You? The Viscount of Corrus and the lands beyond the Great Ocean? Scared of a little height?” Pavel said with a snicker. “Yes, that’s right.” “Oh.” Was all he could say in reply, not able to think of anything else. Onward Odoacro flew. Soon the lights of the Capital of Corrus could be seen on the horizon. At first, the city was a small speck that blinked into existence against the darkness. Moments later, everything below them was a mass of twinkling points of light, nearly as many as the stars above. In the middle of all the houses and buildings, Wilhelm’s palatial house loomed. “There’s a problem,” Odoacro roared. “What is it?” Wilhelm asked, his voice muffled by the fact he had his face buried in Pavel’s back. “Look!” Pavel yelped. “There are soldiers everywhere, especially near your palace, Will.” “And they fly the banner of the King of the Corinthian Empire,” Odoacro added. “King Theodore?” Wilhelm asked. “But why would his men be here so soon? He’s not expected for a few more days for the wedding. Surely, I would have known if he were coming sooner.” “I’ll have to land on the roof.” 83

Mark Alders “How are we going to get into the house then?” Pavel asked. Wilhelm pointed to a dark spot on the tiles. “That’s an access panel. I used to use it to get away from…things. Land near that, Odo. I’ll get us in from there.” He twisted his neck to look at Wilhelm. “I bet the view would have been magnificent from up there.” “I could see you just fine.” Pavel smiled. “You’re so going to get it when this is done, you know that?” Wilhelm replied with a nod and a quivering smile. **** The view was indeed fantastic from the roof and Pavel couldn’t help but marvel at how high they were. He could see everything, including a great view into the town square. “C’mon, stop daydreaming, Pavel. We need to get inside before we’re seen,” Wilhelm said. Pavel forced his gaze away from the streets below, adding, “What are you going to do, Odo, while we’re inside the house?” “I’ll wait here, my friend. Don’t worry, I’ll keep myself out of sight. I mean, I really don’t want to attract the attention of the King’s guards. I may be 84

The Pauper’s Prize an eternal creation, but swords and arrows still hurt, you know.” Pavel ran his hand along Odoacro’s rump. “I’ll whistle if I need you.” Odoacro purred. “When you’re ready, Pavel. When you’re ready.” Wilhelm had pried open the hatch. He stood proud and tall, smiling like Odoacro after a belly scratch. “I’m coming. Keep your fancy pants on!” Both men clambered down into the roof space. Darkness filled Pavel’s vision as soon as he was inside. The moonlight no longer provided enough illumination. Wilhelm immediately grabbed Pavel’s hand, which was just as well because he certainly wouldn’t have been able to find his way without his guidance. They walked gingerly across the rafters until Wilhelm squeezed Pavel’s hand, obviously a signal to stop. There was a sliding noise. Light from the room below flooded into the space. Pavel had to look away until his eyes adjusted to the glare. “This is the butler’s cupboard. Catherine’s chambers are across the hall,” Wilhelm explained as he began climbing through the manhole. Pavel followed. He soon found his lover’s arms around him once more, this time, for the purpose 85

Mark Alders of helping him down. The butler’s cupboard was a terrible description for what the room really looked like. It was massive. Well, to Pavel it was massive. There was so much stuff it was hard to make out one thing from another. At any rate, Pavel could live in here quite comfortably, no problem at all. Wilhelm opened a door. A hallway beckoned. “Follow me,” Wilhelm said. Not that he really needed to say such a thing. Pavel had no choice but to follow. He could imagine himself getting lost in the rooms of Wilhelm’s house quite easily. He had never seen such a big place, not even in his imagination. About one-hundred metres from the butler’s cupboard, Wilhelm stopped at a rather ornate looking door. He rapped on it a few times and waited. “Please come in,” a soft female voice said. “That doesn’t sound like Catherine,” Wilhelm said, a frown crossing his brow. Wilhelm opened the door. Standing next to the bed was a small woman dressed in what looked like a uniform of some sort, complete with apron and shawl. “Where’s Catherine, Harriet?” Wilhelm asked, his voice deep and authoritative and impatient. Pavel liked this voice. It was sexy. 86

The Pauper’s Prize Harriet looked blankly for a moment, before replying, “In the library with King Theodore. She has an audience with him…” But Harriet’s voice trailed off and she began to brush her hand erratically along the eiderdown, as if she were fusing over an imaginary crease on the fabric. “What is it, Harriet? Tell me,” Wilhelm questioned, again sounding impatient and emphasising his words by placing his hands on his hips. “We…we thought you were dead…just like your father, my Lord. She’s arranging to take over the Viscountship…seeing as she’s…she’s been nominated to do so should anything have happened to you and your father.” “But how did she know my father was dead?” Wilhelm asked slowly, as if his mind was mulling over something. “Actually, how did she come to the conclusion that I was dead?” Wilhelm turned to Pavel. “Olaf and the other man wouldn’t have got here with any news yet. We would have beaten them here.” Pavel raised an eyebrow. “Yes, you’re right. We flew. They were on foot!” “Quick, Pavel, we’ve got to get to the library. Odoacro was right. There is something going on here.” Again Wilhelm grabbed Pavel’s hand. Before he knew it, he was being rushed through doors and 87

Mark Alders halls and all sorts of rooms, only to end up at another ornate door. He would have definitely got lost in this house if it weren’t for Wilhelm. The library was the largest room Pavel had been through yet. At the window end, sat two people. One was obviously the King, his regal clothes and the many jewels that adorned him, complete with a golden crown upon his brow, more than gave that away. The other person, a women, must be Catherine. She was beautiful. “Excuse me, your Majesty,” Wilhelm said sternly and with a slight bow, “but what’s going on here, Catherine?” Pavel noticed how Wilhelm didn’t let him go, even as he traversed the room and approached them. “This must be the beggar we’ve all heard so much about,” Catherine said calmly. “How nice of you to prove to us all that you have indeed abandoned your responsibilities.” Pavel felt the weight of all the eyes upon him. He blushed, but stood defiant. The support of Wilhelm next to him gave him the strength to do so. “His name is Pavel,” Wilhelm spat. “And he’s by far a better person than you’ll ever be, Catherine.” Catherine shifted her weight on the chair. “Nevertheless, the damage has been done. You are 88

The Pauper’s Prize no longer entitled to rule here in Corrus, Wilhelm. Your actions have seen to that.” “You can’t rule here either. You need to marry me, remember? You are nothing unless you produce an heir in our name.” “That’s where you’re so wrong, my dear Wilhelm.” As she spoke those words, Catherine produced a parchment that had been hidden between her cleavage. “This letter from the family physician states quite clearly that I have indeed produced an heir. I was just about to show it to King Theodore so my ascension to the Viscountess could become legal.” “You lie! How could you be with child? I haven’t been anywhere near you.” Wilhelm glanced at Pavel. He squeezed his hand again. “And I wouldn’t want to either.” Pavel looked down at his feet. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to be pleasant. He felt for Wilhelm, but also felt completely useless standing next to his lover, unable to offer anything other than the warmth of his hand. “Your father did, Wilhelm,” the King interjected. “He and Catherine had to insure that the name continued, after all.” Wilhelm’s mouth dropped open. “You had this planned all along.” Catherine kept her stare upon Wilhelm, not even blinking. “And seeing as there are no male 89

Mark Alders members of the family left that are worthy, I will naturally take your father’s place. By the King’s decree, of course.” King Theodore nodded. “But Wilhelm’s alive!” Pavel exclaimed. “He’s standing right here.” He felt the compulsion to say something. He had to help his Wilhelm, no matter how feeble the attempt might prove to be. “Wilhelm forfeited his rights when he ran away to be with you, beggar,” Catherine snapped. “He holds no place here now. But rest assured, you will both be treated well, so long as you accept the consequences of your actions.” “You are a bitch,” Pavel whispered. Wilhelm opened his mouth, obviously about to say a few choice words, when King Theodore roared, “Guards!” Seconds later, six burly men in full battle dress, looking unimpressed and distant, entered the library. “Take these two men to my quarters. Make sure they are secure.”

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Chapter Twelve ilhelm was so furious, he felt like his feet were welded to the floor. Catherine had obviously planned this for a long time and was now reaping the rewards. Her pregnancy, the death of his father and the disposal of himself, all had worked to her favour. He felt used and he had played right into her hands, too, which made him feel even worse. He winced and a cramp twisted his stomach. Why couldn’t he have waited until they were married before he sought out Pavel? Then again, the very thought of being in the same room as Catherine made him want to throw up. She wasn’t only conniving, she was heartless as well. A perfect combination for those that seek power. As Wilhelm felt the guards’ heavy hands pull at him, an ear-piercing whistle filled the library. He turned to see Pavel with his index fingers in his mouth, blowing out the noise that deafened. He hadn’t even realised he’d let go of his hand as he

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Mark Alders was that mad with Catherine. Everything was a blur for Wilhelm, but as the guards surrounded them, both he and Pavel fought to stay where they were. Both thrashed their limbs and screamed at the guards to stop. Again and again the guards tried to remove them from the library, muttering obscenities as they struggled. They failed. Wilhelm wasn’t going anywhere, not without a fight anyway. Pavel obviously felt the same way. Wilhelm struck one of the guards, but was soon overwhelmed. As he was about to open his mouth in protest, to plead with the King for some sort of way he could get Pavel out of this safely, the main window of the library shattered. The noise was horrific, like the anger of the gods had been concentrated on one spot. Shards of glass rained down over everyone in the room. Catherine and the King caught most of the broken window as they were the closest to it when it exploded. Wilhelm pushed his way through the guards to try and shield Pavel as best he could, but many shards still caught their skin. There was now an eerie silence and as everyone looked at what caused the window to break, Wilhelm saw the most pleasant sight he could imagine right now. “Odo!” Pavel screamed. Standing on the massive reading desk, looking 92

The Pauper’s Prize as magnificent as he ever did, was the chimera, his mouth open and his magical fire licking the air in front of him as he breathed out. “The chimera of Corrus!” King Theodore said with a gasp, stumbling back into his chair. “A thousand pieces of silver for the man that kills that beast,” Catherine screamed. Before Wilhelm could turn to see Pavel’s reaction, the guards charged at Odoacro, swords raised high. But that was the last he saw of those six men. An intense light spewed forth from Odoacro’s mouth, engulfing them. Instantly, they were vaporised. “Yes!” Pavel yelled, punching the air. Wilhelm didn’t share Pavel’s joy, for many, many more guards, some with crossbows, came running into the library. The reward of a thousand pieces of silver had obviously spread faster than the town gossip, and all of the King’s men wanted their share. The bounty was great, even for a man of wealth. Odoacro continued to blow out his deadly breath, and one man after the other became nothing but a mark on the ornate tiled floor. Wilhelm noticed the crossbowmen stood back, out of range of Odoacro’s magical fire, waiting patiently. He could see straight away what the King’s men were doing and couldn’t believe they employed such a tactic to tackle the beast. They 93

Mark Alders were sacrificing the men on foot to keep the chimera on the same spot, therefore giving the crossbowmen the best chance of killing the beast. Crude, but effective. “Odo! Watch for the crossbows!” Wilhelm yelped, all too late. At least a dozen bolts whizzed past them. All found their target. Odoacro roared in agony, his fire-breath cut off for a moment. That’s when the remaining swordsmen ran in and struck, slashing wildly at the chimera. A thousand pieces of silver would pay the whole regiment for many months, and Wilhelm felt helpless as he watched Odoacro regain his composure and begin disintegrating the men nearest him. He couldn’t go to the chimera’s aid for fear of being breathed upon, and he certainly couldn’t get near the crossbowmen. One bolt would kill a human. He could do nothing and felt helpless as he watched the King’s men in action. Another volley of bolts flew across the library, again all found their target. Roars of agony vibrated the foundations of the house, followed quickly by the sound of swords cutting mercilessly into flesh. “No!” Pavel screamed. “You’re going to kill him! Stop it! Stop it now!” Wilhelm held Pavel tight to stop him from doing anything foolish. It was all he could think of 94

The Pauper’s Prize doing. Pavel buried his head into his chest. “We can’t help Odo just now,” he whispered into Pavel’s ear. More and more men with swords poured into the library, replacements for the ones that had fallen to the magical fire. Again the crossbowmen raised their bows, but this time, as they were about to fire, Odoacro opened his dragon-like wings. As the captain yelled to aim, the chimera flapped his wings to fan his magical fire. Another dozen or so men met oblivion, even those that would have normally been safe at the distance they stood. Very quickly, the flames that spewed from the creature’s mouth spread beyond the swordsmen. The burning light reached clear across the library and Wilhelm had to find the floor to get out of the way, keeping Pavel underneath him as they lay on the tiles. He could feel his back get warmer and the unmistakable smell of burnt cloth filled his nostrils. “Fire!” the captain yelled. As the magical fire touched the crossbowmen, another volley was released, the twang of the strings echoed through the library. Wilhelm held Pavel as tight as he could. Thankfully, the arrows were blown off course and many found the walls and the shelves filled 95

Mark Alders with books. The crossbowmen who stood defiant were no more than blackened scars against the wall. Wilhelm smiled. “Quick, my friends, bar the door,” Odoacro bellowed. Wilhelm scrambled off his lover and ran to the door, not needing to be told twice what to do. “Quick, Pavel, give me a hand.” Both slid the locking bolts across their housings, and angry shouts from the other side let them know the room was secure for the moment. “It’s done, Odo! What now?” Pavel yelled. Odoacro didn’t answer. “Odo, what’s the matter?” Pavel repeated, his voice sounded strained. Wilhelm looked at the chimera. The creature was no longer on the table. He was near the King. King Theodore looked pale, as Wilhelm supposed one would with a hulking great chimera standing over them. But Odoacro didn’t attack. What was he doing? “What’s the matter?” Pavel reiterated. “Why aren’t you getting that man?” Odoacro turned. “Catherine has been struck by a crossbow arrow.” The chimera hung his head and sniffed at the ground. It was then Wilhelm saw Catherine. She was lying on the floor, covered in blood. A single bolt protruded from her chest. “She won’t last long, I’m afraid. She has but a few 96

The Pauper’s Prize breaths left within her.” “What?” Wilhelm said as he went to her. “But her baby? What will happen to it now?” Odoacro sniffed her body again, and with a voice that echoed sadness, added, “I did too good a job deflecting the arrows, it seems. And I’m afraid that once the mother dies, there isn’t much hope for an unborn child, especially one so young.” Wilhelm grasped Catherine’s hand. It was cold. “Why did you do this? We could have worked something out,” he whispered to her. Pavel went to Odoacro, running his hand over his hide. There were many dark spots, especially near his shoulders. “You’ve been hurt badly, Odo. I’m going to have to treat you before anything else happens, you hear?” “I’ll be fine, my friend. I heal easily. But I think there are more important matters to deal with here.” “There most certainly are!” King Theodore interjected. “Who will rule Corrus now? There is no Viscount, nor any heir. There will be anarchy amongst the people once news of this spreads, let me assure you. The state will be ripe for all and sundry to take over and pillage.” Wilhelm glared at the King. “What I think Odo means is that we have to try and save the baby.” At that moment, Catherine’s eyes glazed over. 97

Mark Alders She gasped, using all her remaining strength to whisper, “I’m sorry, Wilhelm.” The King looked taken aback. “How do we do that? I have never heard of any medicine that can keep an unborn baby alive.” “There is a way,” Odoacro said. All eyes turned to the chimera. “But there is something that needs to happen before I can perform such a task.” “Name it, beast. I will do anything to maintain stability in Corrus. I don’t have the resources to keep these lands, for I have enough troubles of my own. The people of Corrus need an heir to their ruling house, if nothing else.” “Reinstate Wilhelm as the Viscount,” Odoacro bellowed. “What?” the King roared. “That’s impossible. Two men cannot produce children. What will the people say?” Pavel had finished inspecting Odoacro, his hand painted with the beast’s blood. “We can adopt the baby…I-I mean, if Wilhelm wants to do that with me…that’s what I want, too.” All looked at Pavel. Wilhelm couldn’t help himself. He smiled. “That’s a marvellous idea. We shall do that. We shall adopt the heir. I would make it so with a decree. If the King does as Odo asks, of course.” The King frowned and his crown rose slightly as his brow wrinkled. “And I would have your 98

The Pauper’s Prize word, Wilhelm, that you would send the resources of Corrus to my aid if I should need it, just as Catherine had agreed?” Wilhelm nodded. “I shall uphold whatever agreement my father and my family had with the Corinthian Empire.” The King fell silent for what seemed an eternity, before finally adding, “Very well.” He came over to Wilhelm, placing his hand on the young man’s forehead. “I give you back your honour and your title. I name thee, Wilhelm Steinheim, Viscount of Corrus, its Shires and of the peoples beyond the Great Ocean and ally to the Corinthian Empire.” “Good. That’s settled,” Odoacro said with a sigh. “Now I can get on with it. The baby only has a few heartbeats of life left.” The Chimera’s fur began to glow, like his body was ablaze with his own magical fire. “What’s happening to you, Odo?” Pavel said. “What are you doing?” “I am using all I have left in me to become the life of this child. The baby will be born, accelerated enough in age so it can live unaided by the mother’s womb. That’s the best I can do.” “But…but what will happen to you?” Pavel’s voice broke. Wilhelm saw tears roll down his cheeks to wet his lips. His shoulders shuddered and he hugged the beast. 99

Mark Alders “I must do this, Pavel. It’s the only way to save the baby and help you and Wilhelm.” Pavel began to cry. His whole body shook with his emotion. “But you can’t leave me. You just can’t, you hear me? You and I are friends. Friends forever you said.” Wilhelm came over to Pavel. “Odo wouldn’t have done this if he knew you weren’t going to be taken care of. I think he had this planned, you know…” Pavel turned to Wilhelm, his eyes bloodshot and his face etched with his grief. “What are you saying, Will?” Wilhelm gently pried Pavel away from the chimera, an action that was quickly followed by him planting tender kisses on his cheeks and lips. The salt of his lover’s tears tingled his tongue. “I want you to marry me, Pavel. I want to spend the rest of my days with you and only you. I need you, you hear me? I need you so much I cannot live another day without you.” Pavel looked at Odoacro, then back at Wilhelm. The chimera’s body glowed more and more until the light had engulfed the creature. The chimera’s body become gaseous and whatever physical form was once the chimera became nothing but a luminous smoke that danced in the air around them. That gas floated over to Catherine. 100

The Pauper’s Prize She gave a final gasp of breath as the gaseous form entered her body. Seconds later, another light burst forth, this one so intense they all had to shield their eyes. When Wilhelm uncovered his face, he saw a baby, as normal as any he had seen laying on the dress that once covered Catherine’s warm body. She was no longer within the fine cloth. “It’s a boy!” the King said, coming over to pick up the child. “There is truly an heir now!” Wilhelm couldn’t be happier the baby lived, but he had something else on his mind. Something he needed to know and immediately, too. “So what’s your answer?” he said to Pavel. Pavel took Wilhelm by his hands. “I do. I want you to be my husband. You’re right, Odo had a plan…and… and he sacrificed himself for us. I’ll miss him so much.” Both kissed, deep and tender. Once more Wilhelm’s head spun with the sensations of his lover’s lips upon his. When they parted, the King offered them the child. They both held the baby. Wilhelm’s stomach quivered with the elation he felt and he couldn’t help but smile. “He has golden eyes, just like Odo!” Pavel exclaimed. “He is Odo, remember. Well, the spirit of Odo, anyway.” Pavel smiled. “Then that’s what we’ll call him.” 101

Mark Alders The King’s lips also formed a smile. It was the first time Wilhelm had seen the man do such a thing. “Let it be known, the heir of Corrus will be known as Odoacro Steinheim.” The King coughed into his hand. “And I take it I am the guest of honour at your wedding, Wilhelm?” “Of course, Sire.” Pavel pecked Wilhelm on his cheek. “I’m going to have to wear something nice then, aren’t I?” “Only the finest and the best for you from now on, my beautiful Pavel,” Wilhelm replied. He let out a chuckle. “So what will you give me for this new life I offer you?” “You’ll have to wait and see.” Pavel said with a wink and a gentle giggle as he looked down fondly at their baby. “But I know it’s what you need.”

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About the Author I’m Mark and I live in Perth, Western Australia. By day I am a public servant, but by night, when I get in front of my computer, I can be anyone. I let my imagination go. I can go anywhere, from the farthest reaches of space, to the dilapidated house at the end of the street, and anywhere in between. I write about people from all walks of life, from teenagers finding out what’s it’s like to be an adult or to adults that discover what it’s like to become a child once more. Characters move my stories just as much as they move me.