Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2006 14:50:27 -0400
From: m yonge <myonge@hotmail.com>
Subject: eric a fairytale revisited chapter 4

On his way to the Palace Eric made a side trip to a place he
hadn't been to for sometime.  He quickly found the place
that he and his father had left some three years earlier.
Quickly bringing the old chest out of it's hiding place he
opened it and took out gold piece to the equivalent of the
4000 gold crowns.  This he put into his leather saddlebags
on his horse.

What was left in the chest was once again hidden.

At the Palace gate he was greeted with greater honour than
he was when he had arrived with Duke Richard a couple days
earlier.  The gate keepers had been told he was coming and
to give him every courtesy.  A servant immediately came and
helped him with his horse.  He was then led by another up to
the young duke's quarters.  However before he went up he
begged permission to see the Duke.

Moments later in the present of the older Duke John his
saddle bags in hand he bowed low.  "My Lord, I know that you
have forgiven my debt and will not ask that it be repaid.
You have done my Father and myself the greatest honour my
Lord I thus ask you to accept this gift from me.  A token of
my vow to serve you with my dying breath."

He lay the saddlebags on the floor before him, and bowed
himself low again.

The old Duke bade him rise.  "Sir Eric, it is you that does
me the honour,  I accept your gift.  You will be the knight
of honour that your own father was.  Would that my whole
duchy was filled with men of honour such as you and your
father.

Eric bowed and with permission left.

It was in Richards chambers moments later that he was really
welcomed.  They stripped and were in each other's arms,
their hard, desire aroused members greeting each other
between them.  Eric quickly gorged himself on Richard's hot
love seed, drinking it down as a man who had been starved of
food.  Richard quickly followed suit sucking Eric dry in
rapid order.

They lay together for some time until there was a soft rap
at the door.

They kissed and dressed quickly.  Rikard had arranged for a
worried Wilhelm to meet his new master.  In the hours prior
to Eric's arrival Richard himself had gone to the room in
the prison where they had housed the young man from the time
that they had apprehended him.   The Old duke had given
orders that he was to be treated with just the bare minimum
of respect accorded to the youngest son of a less than loved
courtier.

When Richard had gone to see the lad he made it clear that
he and the Duke were not happy with the way that Master Eric
had been treated.  He further made it clear that he had
better find some way to endear himself to the young Master,
to somehow pay compensation for the ill treatment that the
young son of a most loved Knight of the Duke had received at
his family's hand.

Wilhelm had not been allowed to speak during the tirade that
Richard had laid on him.  When Richard was finished he
simply left the young man to his terror.

As a result when his prison door opened again some hours
later to reveal two stern looking men, namely Sir Eric and
Duke Richard, Wilhelm was more than prepared to agree to
anything that was proposed to him.

He knelt before Eric and humbly begged forgiveness.

"Wilhelm, you may rise, I have chosen to give you one chance
to redeem yourself.  In the past while you shared your
mother's haughtiness and arrogance, you also showed me some
modicum of kindness so I am willing to show you the same"

Wilhelm looked up at Eric and rose slowly to his feet.  "How
may I serve you Master Eric?"

You have the choice to join your Mother and Brother in
eternal exile from this realm, or you will be my squire, my
servant, under the authority of Johan and you are to accord
him every courtesy and respect as my steward and your
better.  You will reside in the apartment above the stable.
It is furnished well enough for a squire, and certainly far
better than I was afforded in my own home as heir of the
manor.

Wilhelm nodded, but said nothing.

Eric continued " I am the "Lord" of the manor Wilhelm and
you will serve me as such.  You will never, and I mean never
make any contact with your mother or your brother again,
they are dead to you if you choose to stay.  You will never
divulge anything that happens, that you will be privy to
during your employ with me.  If you violate the terms of
your employment you will burn to the slow fires of Hell
Wilhelm. Your employ will last as long as you live.  How
long that is depends entirely on you.  Am I clear?

"Yes Er. Sir"

"Wilhelm"  It was Richard who spoke

"yes my Lord"

"If you violate the trust of my friend and the friend of my
father, and should my friend not find it in him to carry out
the punishment because of the kindness of his heart, rest
assured that I will supercede his order of clemency and
carry out the order and the fires of Hell will be your
fondest desire err you ever reach that place before my wrath
is finished with you."

"Yes my Lord"

Turning to Eric, Wilhelm continued, his voice obviously
showing his distress. "M'Lord, I do not deserve your
kindness.  I choose to serve you and will to the best of my
ability all my life Sir."

"Good, see that you do Wilhelm, in my absence you will be
under the orders of Johan the Steward of the Manor, I
repeat, see to it that you treat him with the same respect
that you will accord me"  Replied Eric.

"As you wish m'Lord"

"You may go, there is a horse in the stables waiting for
you.  Return to the manor.  Report to Johan, he will
instruct you."

Wilhelm backed away and quickly left.  That he was both
terrified and relieved at the outcome of this meeting was
evident on his face.

After he was gone, Eric looked at Richard and laughed.  "I
think he was more frightened of being returned to his mother
than the "fires of Hell"

They laughed and left the prison cell and back up to
Richard's apartment.  Once there Richard gave orders that
they were not to be disturbed before the evening meal which
they would eat in the apartment that evening.

As Richard drew the lock on the doors he turned and drew
Eric into his arms.  They kiss long and hard standing there
for several minutes, making love on each other's mouths with
their tongues.  Eric was the first to speak as they slowly
separated.

"I love you so much my Lord Richard, words can only just
begin to describe my ardour and passion for you.  I will
love you with my life and my body as long as I have breath"

Richard took him into his arms again  "And I you my dear
Eric, you will never again lack for love, I too pledge to
you my body, my life, my love"

Richard led Eric into the bed chamber where they helped each
other off with their clothes.  Fully naked they climbed onto
the bed.  Richard drew the bed curtains all around.  And
there in the privacy of his apartment, his bedchamber, of
his bed he gave Eric his undying love.

At Richard's whispered bidding Eric lay back on the bed.
Closing his eyes his love tortured body was washed in
Richard's kisses and licking.  Richard began at the crown of
his head, gently kissing his forehead and brow, gently
brushing his lips over Eric's closed eye lids.

Their lips met again, their tongues joining in a dance of
erotic love for a few moments until Richard moved on.

Eric felt his lover's mouth lip nibble it's way down his
throat and on to his chest.  He jerked slightly as Richard
in one movement suck firmly on one nipple and squeezed the
other between his thumb and forefinger.  He moaned out in
the pleasure of the action that filled him with such erotic
intensity.

As he moved from place to place on Eric's body Richard
murmured his love for the boy.  Just loud enough for Eric to
hear, in tones that only those truly in love would whisper
to the object of their intense emotion.   "Ohhnnnn my Eric I
love you so, I worship you with my love, I worship your body
with my own."

Eric reached down and gently massaged his fingers through
Richards hair, overwhelmed by the extreme passion that was
coursing through his body and centering on his manhood.  His
member he knew was stone hard.  It was aching with the
anticipation of what was to come.  He knew that he was not
just oozing as he normally did but he was pouring that
delectable slippery fluid that was always a precursor to the
violent eruption of his manseed.  He knew that the eruption
this day would be violent one and he revelled in the thought
that his dearest Richard would be savouring the hot fluid
spewing down his thoat.  That thought of it made his member
pulse.

It was at that very moment in his erotic moment of euphoria
that Richard engulfed his manhood into his hot wet mouth.

"OHHHnnn M' Lord Richard"  screamed Eric in spite of
himself.  He felt Richard take the whole member deep into
his mouth.  It was more than he could take, and though he
would have wished it to have lasted longer his hips jerked
up to force his member even further into the young Lord's
mouth and throat.  He was completely overwhelmed in the
moment and holding Richard's head tightly down onto his
manhood, released a vast torrent of his love milk into his
hot waiting mouth.  Eric groaned out loud in his pleasure,
his member pulsing immensely, like it had never done before.

"Oh. oh. ohnnnnn my Lord"  he panted  "Ohnnn Richard that
was like nothing that I have ever experienced before."  he
let go of Richards head and his whole body as it were
collapsed.

Richard for his part couldn't believe that force of Eric's
explosion of love into his throat.  He found himself gagging
and choking as he tried to swallow the life force of his
young lover down.  His mouth filled quickly and he knew that
some of the cum was dribbling out of his mouth onto his
beard.  His own member was on the verge of releasing it's
own but the concentration he was forced to take on what was
happening in his mouth had removed some of the intensity
away from it.

When Eric's member stopped it pulsing Richard continued to
milk the last of the seed from it before crawling up to lay
on top of his lover.  His member regained it's energy and
solid form as they kissed.  Eric lay panting for breath
still.  They shared the last of  his seed that was still in
Richard's mouth, coating his tongue.

"My love" said Richard "Where did that wildness come from? I
have never seen such power coming from a man's member"

"You drew it out of me my dear Richard, I was unable to
contain my self in your hands"

They lay there quietly enjoying each other's company for
sometime when a soft knock came to the door.  Richard looked
up "Why would he disturb us when I told him I didn't want to
be disturbed."  He muttered getting up slowly.

When he opened the door he saw it Rikard.  "What is it?" He
said a little stiffly

"Begging your pardon M'Lord, His Lordship the Duke wishes to
join you for the evening meal in your chambers this evening
sir."

Though it message was given as a request Richard knew it was
an order

"I have a guest Rikard, Sir Eric is here"

"My Lord wishes to dine with you both M'lord"

"What?"

"He will be here at Evening Vespers.  The kitchen will bring
the meal up to your dining room shortly before that sir"

"very well Rikard, uh. did my father tell you what he wanted
to talk to us about?"

"Sir?"

"Rikard"  Eric heard Richards' voice rise with a hint of
annoyance  "Do not play me for the fool, Father does not
come and dine with me unless he has something to say."

"He did not say m'lord"

"You may go"

Richard came back from the door as Rikard bowed and left.
"What is he up to?  What does he want?"

Looking at Eric, "We will have to dress for dinner, I'm
afraid Eric.  Let us go and find something for us"

There was less time than they had hoped to have together.
Richard was clearly preoccupied with his Father's visit.

Shortly before the church tolled the vespers they heard the
bustle of the staff in the small dining room of Richard's
apartment.  The table was being set and as they watched
several servants came in carrying huge steaming trays of
food.  The old Duke liked to eat and he like a lot of
variety on his table.

Nothing was wasted of course because what the Duke sent back
was served to the staff later.

The church bells chime the time and the Duke strode in.
Richard followed by Eric met him in the hall.  Eric bowed
low to the Duke, who acknowledged him.

"Sit"  The Duke said when they arrived in the dining room.
All was ready.

"Richard I have come to a decision about your future"  The
old Duke never wasted time when he had something to say.

"Yes Father what is my future to be?"  Richard had heard
this many times before.  That his father worried about him
he knew, but if he would only let him decide for himself
what his future was to be.  He was the youngest of three
sons and two daughters.   As far as inheritance of title he
had no illusions.  The youngest sons and daughters were only
there to cement allies with neighbouring principalities,
kingdoms and duchies.   There were no eligible young women
for him within that group, for which he was grateful.  So he
was curious what his father had in mind.  He glanced over at
Eric who was sitting quietly.

The Duke looked at the young knight  and then back to his
son again.  "I know about you and young Eric here.  I know
what you do together, while I find it despicable and
disgusting, I have come to the conclusion there is not much
that I can do about it.  I love you my son, however we do
need to do something about your future, you cannot continue
to live here indefinitely.  Your brother will not be as
tolerant of your . uh. 'indiscretions'  with Eric as I am.
"No, it is time that we prepare a place for you. " The old
duke said with finality

"Wulfgan's wife has begged relief from his estate that was
forfeited to her when he left.  You know it the Mark of East
Phalia on the eastern border of the principality. With it
come 5 villages, 53000 morgan of land.  Wulfgan like his
despicable mother let the estate fall into ruin and I have
not received a crown of tax from it for several years.  His
wife by her own admission is not able to manage it.  I
expect you to reverse that sorry state of affairs. You will
receive the title of Margrave of East Phalia"

With that the duke set to eating.  Nothing more was said.
No one spoke to the old Duke while he ate.

When the meal was ended, the duke stood up looked at both
young men coolly.
He walked to the door.  Turning back as Rikard, bowing
opened it to him, he said to Richard, "I love you my son, I
wish for you to take a wife, to provide an heir, but of
course that is up to you. However, you will take up the Mark
of East Phalia"

Both men stood as if hit by cannon mortar.

"I have been exiled"  said Richard sadly.

"Exiled?  What does that mean?"  asked Eric

"It means that we are no longer welcome here"

Moments later Rikard returned to the room and bowed as
Richard acknowledged him.  Eric noticed that Rikard had not
knocked.  "M'Lord, I have instruction to see to your leave
taking.

"Yes Rikard, I am just gathering some garments to take with
me.   I will leave you to assemble the rest to send to my
estate."

The old servant looked sadly at the young master.  Of all
the old Duke's children Richard had been his favourite.

"Please see that my  horse and that of Sir Eric's have been
made ready.  We will leave this night"

Rikard bowed and left.

Moments later with a small sack containing some of Richard's
personal effects they took their leave.