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a visitor comes calling part #3 10/2/06 02:42 As tears spilled down her sun kissed cheeks, he gently place the amulet around her neck and cupping her face, kissed the top top of her head. "Be well, my child, Remember always you are loved"..... How those word had sustained her though the coming months. She learned to travel mostly within the confines of the forest, by the light of the day and to hide herself as the streaks of dusk settled. Avoiding the towns, but when she could not, donning her beggars cloth and scurrying though as fast as she dared. Never leaving a trail, her mind fixed. But she was lonely and in the deepest darkness of the night,as she huddled in what ever shelter she could find, the tears would come. Lord Julien D'Archer sat astride his horse, a weariness over coming his handsome face. He was tired. He had had enough of this uprising upon his lands. Finally quenched, the last of the documents of agreement signed, he awaited the rest of his men, longing only for a hot bath, some good food and a comely wench to warm his bed. They had made their camp in a clearing, each going about his duties and with a short time, a fine stew was bubbling, the meade flowing, the comradely of his party genuine. He felt that the works of this day, if the agreements were met on both sides, all would profit, be they surf or nobleman. All too soon, the stress of the day, descended on each man, and as darkness fell, the fires high, each sought his bed and the sounds of the forest quieted, just the snapping of the fires could be heard. Restless, Julien loved this time of night and often would roam before retiring to his bedroll. Walking a bit of distance he felt, rather than heard a rustling of branches near him. Quietly drawing his sword, he stood tall, waiting, listening, watching as a small figure peeked through the underbrush. Sheathing his broad sword, he watch in amusement, as the figure crept near the pot and a tiny hand reach out, snatching a loaf of bread. His amusement turned to dismay, when the little scamp also decided to take a jeweled knife. Quick as a flash, he reached the lil thief, grasping the tiny wrist, holding firm. Twisting violently she didn't have a chance, as he dropped to one knee and she was flung over the other, his large hand descending on the wiggling target, over and over until...... Julien realized his lil thief was but a slip of a girl!!! Turning her gently, he was taken back, when blue eyes clashed with those the color of violets... never before had he seen such a beauty. Not that she was beautiful, in the classical sense, but the earthiness and the innocence, quite took his breath away. She layed, cradled in his powerful arms, her bottom, feeling as if she had sat in the fire, her crying reduced to soft whimpering In a voice so gentle, its tone a rumbling softness, not one of his men had ever heard before, for indeed, they had arisen, and watched with keen interest, when the spanking had started, "Now my lil thief, who are you and how is it you would dare take what it is that belongs to me?"