Chapter 18
Autumn Stream (Flashback)
The sun shone brightly that day, and the warm weather was a welcome change. The sky, visible through the forest canopies, was a brilliant shade of blue. It contrasted greatly with the reddish leaves of the late fall season.
It was the tenth day after their departure from Bellandia. The Arvenians had crossed several hamlets and villages along the way, but only the Lords, Knights, and their retinues could stay for the night. The rest of the troops had to make do with their simple tents pitched in the fields.
Last night, they camped just outside the forest, in a clearing where they built a large campfire and a field kitchen. The site wasn’t ideal, but the woods provided them with easy access to firewood and opportunities to forage for wild berries and eggs.
After breakfast, Lansius and Stefi began packing their belongings. The strong morning sunlight made the situation rather hectic, as some had decided to march earlier than usual. Several men with their spears and shields were already forming groups and waiting on the dirt road.
This far from the frontline, they marched at their own pace. While it seemed lax, but the rearguard who marched behind would ensure that nobody was deserting.
Stefi had taught Lansius how to pack his gear, and after more than a week of living on the road, he had mastered some simple tasks. Stefi untied the ropes while Lansius carefully pulled and wiped them off with a dry rag.
Ropes were costly, so care was needed to maintain them. They were literally the thing that held the roof over their head every day. Without ropes, the tent would turn into a large poncho. Made from braided natural hemp fibers, they were coated with wax to protect against mould and decay.
As Lansius worked with the ropes, Stefi gathered the bowls, spoons, and waterskins and said, “Pack them all up. I’m going to the stream.”
“Don’t take too long. Everyone is already on the move,” Lansius warned.
“No worries. We have Horsie, remember?” And then she left.
Indeed, she was right, Lansius admitted. He initially thought that only the rider would benefit from a horse, but he was wrong. As it turned out, having one would benefit the entire group.
Tents, battle gear, and foodstuffs were especially burdensome to carry. A pack animal could easily carry them, allowing the group to march faster and further.
Lansius continued to dry wipe the remaining ropes. Once he was done, he gathered them all and approached the horse carefully. After a week of traveling together, Horsie was already familiar with him, but Lansius was wary of the big animal. He approached from the front and only proceeded to the saddle once he was sure that the horse’s demeanor remained unchanged.
Although he winced at the horse’s strong odor, he put the ropes into the saddlebag and left gracefully with a relieved face. He repeated this process several times with the bedrolls, blankets, and their lantern.
Finished with it, he noticed Horsie nudging towards a patch of tall grass, so he pulled out his knife, cut them, and brought it to her.
As the horse ate, Lansius noticed more movements on the road. He spotted the usual group he had marched with had started their march. Even the traveling peddlers that followed their column were preparing to move.
Lansius patiently waited, but after a while, he couldn’t ignore it any longer. So, he rose, took his and Stefi’s bag, and tightened Horsie’s reins to ensure that she wouldn’t wander on her own.
Before leaving, Lansius took a good look at his surroundings to ensure that no one was eyeing the horse and their belongings. Satisfied that nobody was nearby, he made his way to where the stream was supposed to be, guided by its faint sound.
“Stefi,” he called, but there was no answer, so he tried again, louder. Still, there was no answer.
Realizing he had no other option but to descend the steep and possibly slippery path, Lansius cautiously checked the surroundings for any signs of danger. Despite being told that there were rarely any beasts in Arvena other than the occasional highland wolf, he took no chances. He was aware what was considered a monster by humans like him might be seen as a mere animal or beast by people of this world.
Lansius hesitantly began his descent as he found no evidence of danger.
At least there’s no goblin.
He remembered how Stefi had assured him that she had never heard of green-skinned monsters who walked like human and using weapons.
As the path became steeper, he grabbed onto branches to steady himself. Halfway down, he looked up and grew wary of having to climb back up again. When he looked down, the vegetation obstructed his view.
“Stefi!” he called again, but the sound of the stream was loud enough to muffle his voice.
Lansius’ worry urged him to continue. He carefully descended the treacherous path, holding onto branches for support. Finally, with sweaty and reddened palms, he reached a flat area near the stream.
The ground was covered with gray river stones and black sand. The stream turned out to be wider and deeper than he expected. Lansius glanced up and marveled at how the lush trees had concealed the place.
Next, his eyes wandered at the stream which glimmered with the sun’s reflections. However, he spotted something. His eyes opened wide as he realized what he was looking at: a young woman, waist-deep in the stream, her bare skin glistening in the sunlight.
Their eyes briefly met, and Lansius quickly recognized her and her strong gaze, but then his eyes drifted toward two finely shaped round objects, which were normally concealed behind a black gambeson.
“I-I didn’t mean to,” Lansius finally snapped back, turning around with a reddened face.
Stefi said nothing but calmly rinsed her hair once more before wading to the banks. She walked toward a large boulder where she kept her clothes, grabbed her breaches and turned away. “Sorry, did you wait for too long?”
“S-sorry,” Lansius stuttered.
Stefi chose not to respond, but silently dressed up. Once she was done, she asked, “So, why you’re here?”
Lansius turned to face her. “I... oh, everybody had left.”
Stefi ignored Lansius’ slightly reddened face and said, “I probably took too much time… Sorry, the water isn’t cold, so I’m tempted to wash myself.”
Lansius nodded. “Can’t blame it. It’s been days.”
Stefi motioned for Lansius to pass her bag. As he did so, Stefi gave him his waterskin. “Better drink some.”
Lansius took a sip but hesitated to drink more, worried about the raw water. He typically made excuses to boil the water or mix it with wine to, hopefully, kill any pathogens inside.
Stefi put the utensils she had cleaned inside her bag. Afterward, she fished out a clean cloth and used it to dry her hair.
“Umm, shouldn’t we haste?” Lansius asked.
“Before we leave,” Stefi said sharply, and Lansius sensed a scolding was coming. “Lans, it’s best to keep this between ourselves.”
“I understand. Again, I apologize,” he said remorsefully.
Stefi shook her head. “I don’t blame you. It’s just that I had a friend who saw a woman’s thigh by accident. She reported him and he was forced to marry.”
Yikes...
“At first it was funny, but it didn’t end well for them," added Stefi ominously. “Also, if that happened to us, everybody would say that I’m taking advantage of you as my charge.”
Lansius bowed his head. “I swear, I’ll never mention it to anyone.”
"Well, let’s get going.” Stefi forced a smile, though her heart still pounded uncontrollably. Despite her words, marrying Lansius would be a blessing for a dead-end, masterless squire like herself. It was easy to tell that the man had no experience with women, but that only made her more protective of him. Despite how common it was, Stefi couldn’t bring herself to leech off a man.
Leading the way, Stefi showed Lansius an easier path upward. As she began to climb, she suddenly asked, “Say, since you saw mine, what should I do with you?”
Lansius shook his head and replied meekly, “You know I don’t have that much coin.”
Stefi looked at him. “Who said it had to do with money?”
“Eh?” Bewilderment was written all over his face. “You want to see me naked?”
Stefi giggled. “I’m a squire. I see men left and right, so that’s not a good bargain.”
“Then what?” Lansius was intrigued.
She motioned for him to come closer, as if to whisper something in his ear. He leaned in, eager to hear what she had to say. But before he knew it, Stefi had her hands on either side of Lansius’ face and was pulling him in for a kiss. It was sudden and unexpected, but he couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as her lips met his.
As abruptly as it began, she pulled away, a mischievous grin on her face. “I stole yours, so now we’re even!” she said, and nimbly climbed up.
“How- how did you know?” Lansius anxiously asked, but all he heard were faint giggles coming from her direction. He was confused by the mixed signals, but the big grin on his face didn’t lie.
Chapter 18
Autumn Stream (Flashback)
The sun shone brightly that day, and the warm weather was a welcome change. The sky, visible through the forest canopies, was a brilliant shade of blue. It contrasted greatly with the reddish leaves of the late fall season.
It was the tenth day after their departure from Bellandia. The Arvenians had crossed several hamlets and villages along the way, but only the Lords, Knights, and their retinues could stay for the night. The rest of the troops had to make do with their simple tents pitched in the fields.
Last night, they camped just outside the forest, in a clearing where they built a large campfire and a field kitchen. The site wasn’t ideal, but the woods provided them with easy access to firewood and opportunities to forage for wild berries and eggs.
After breakfast, Lansius and Stefi began packing their belongings. The strong morning sunlight made the situation rather hectic, as some had decided to march earlier than usual. Several men with their spears and shields were already forming groups and waiting on the dirt road.
This far from the frontline, they marched at their own pace. While it seemed lax, but the rearguard who marched behind would ensure that nobody was deserting.
Stefi had taught Lansius how to pack his gear, and after more than a week of living on the road, he had mastered some simple tasks. Stefi untied the ropes while Lansius carefully pulled and wiped them off with a dry rag.
Ropes were costly, so care was needed to maintain them. They were literally the thing that held the roof over their head every day. Without ropes, the tent would turn into a large poncho. Made from braided natural hemp fibers, they were coated with wax to protect against mould and decay.
As Lansius worked with the ropes, Stefi gathered the bowls, spoons, and waterskins and said, “Pack them all up. I’m going to the stream.”
“Don’t take too long. Everyone is already on the move,” Lansius warned.
“No worries. We have Horsie, remember?” And then she left.
Indeed, she was right, Lansius admitted. He initially thought that only the rider would benefit from a horse, but he was wrong. As it turned out, having one would benefit the entire group.
Tents, battle gear, and foodstuffs were especially burdensome to carry. A pack animal could easily carry them, allowing the group to march faster and further.
Lansius continued to dry wipe the remaining ropes. Once he was done, he gathered them all and approached the horse carefully. After a week of traveling together, Horsie was already familiar with him, but Lansius was wary of the big animal. He approached from the front and only proceeded to the saddle once he was sure that the horse’s demeanor remained unchanged.
Although he winced at the horse’s strong odor, he put the ropes into the saddlebag and left gracefully with a relieved face. He repeated this process several times with the bedrolls, blankets, and their lantern.
Finished with it, he noticed Horsie nudging towards a patch of tall grass, so he pulled out his knife, cut them, and brought it to her.
As the horse ate, Lansius noticed more movements on the road. He spotted the usual group he had marched with had started their march. Even the traveling peddlers that followed their column were preparing to move.
Lansius patiently waited, but after a while, he couldn’t ignore it any longer. So, he rose, took his and Stefi’s bag, and tightened Horsie’s reins to ensure that she wouldn’t wander on her own.
Before leaving, Lansius took a good look at his surroundings to ensure that no one was eyeing the horse and their belongings. Satisfied that nobody was nearby, he made his way to where the stream was supposed to be, guided by its faint sound.
“Stefi,” he called, but there was no answer, so he tried again, louder. Still, there was no answer.
Realizing he had no other option but to descend the steep and possibly slippery path, Lansius cautiously checked the surroundings for any signs of danger. Despite being told that there were rarely any beasts in Arvena other than the occasional highland wolf, he took no chances. He was aware what was considered a monster by humans like him might be seen as a mere animal or beast by people of this world.
Lansius hesitantly began his descent as he found no evidence of danger.
At least there’s no goblin.
He remembered how Stefi had assured him that she had never heard of green-skinned monsters who walked like human and using weapons.
As the path became steeper, he grabbed onto branches to steady himself. Halfway down, he looked up and grew wary of having to climb back up again. When he looked down, the vegetation obstructed his view.
“Stefi!” he called again, but the sound of the stream was loud enough to muffle his voice.
Lansius’ worry urged him to continue. He carefully descended the treacherous path, holding onto branches for support. Finally, with sweaty and reddened palms, he reached a flat area near the stream.
The ground was covered with gray river stones and black sand. The stream turned out to be wider and deeper than he expected. Lansius glanced up and marveled at how the lush trees had concealed the place.
Next, his eyes wandered at the stream which glimmered with the sun’s reflections. However, he spotted something. His eyes opened wide as he realized what he was looking at: a young woman, waist-deep in the stream, her bare skin glistening in the sunlight.
Their eyes briefly met, and Lansius quickly recognized her and her strong gaze, but then his eyes drifted toward two finely shaped round objects, which were normally concealed behind a black gambeson.
“I-I didn’t mean to,” Lansius finally snapped back, turning around with a reddened face.
Stefi said nothing but calmly rinsed her hair once more before wading to the banks. She walked toward a large boulder where she kept her clothes, grabbed her breaches and turned away. “Sorry, did you wait for too long?”
“S-sorry,” Lansius stuttered.
Stefi chose not to respond, but silently dressed up. Once she was done, she asked, “So, why you’re here?”
Lansius turned to face her. “I... oh, everybody had left.”
Stefi ignored Lansius’ slightly reddened face and said, “I probably took too much time… Sorry, the water isn’t cold, so I’m tempted to wash myself.”
Lansius nodded. “Can’t blame it. It’s been days.”
Stefi motioned for Lansius to pass her bag. As he did so, Stefi gave him his waterskin. “Better drink some.”
Lansius took a sip but hesitated to drink more, worried about the raw water. He typically made excuses to boil the water or mix it with wine to, hopefully, kill any pathogens inside.
Stefi put the utensils she had cleaned inside her bag. Afterward, she fished out a clean cloth and used it to dry her hair.
“Umm, shouldn’t we haste?” Lansius asked.
“Before we leave,” Stefi said sharply, and Lansius sensed a scolding was coming. “Lans, it’s best to keep this between ourselves.”
“I understand. Again, I apologize,” he said remorsefully.
Stefi shook her head. “I don’t blame you. It’s just that I had a friend who saw a woman’s thigh by accident. She reported him and he was forced to marry.”
Yikes...
“At first it was funny, but it didn’t end well for them," added Stefi ominously. “Also, if that happened to us, everybody would say that I’m taking advantage of you as my charge.”
Lansius bowed his head. “I swear, I’ll never mention it to anyone.”
"Well, let’s get going.” Stefi forced a smile, though her heart still pounded uncontrollably. Despite her words, marrying Lansius would be a blessing for a dead-end, masterless squire like herself. It was easy to tell that the man had no experience with women, but that only made her more protective of him. Despite how common it was, Stefi couldn’t bring herself to leech off a man.
Leading the way, Stefi showed Lansius an easier path upward. As she began to climb, she suddenly asked, “Say, since you saw mine, what should I do with you?”
Lansius shook his head and replied meekly, “You know I don’t have that much coin.”
Stefi looked at him. “Who said it had to do with money?”
“Eh?” Bewilderment was written all over his face. “You want to see me naked?”
Stefi giggled. “I’m a squire. I see men left and right, so that’s not a good bargain.”
“Then what?” Lansius was intrigued.
She motioned for him to come closer, as if to whisper something in his ear. He leaned in, eager to hear what she had to say. But before he knew it, Stefi had her hands on either side of Lansius’ face and was pulling him in for a kiss. It was sudden and unexpected, but he couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as her lips met his.
As abruptly as it began, she pulled away, a mischievous grin on her face. “I stole yours, so now we’re even!” she said, and nimbly climbed up.
“How- how did you know?” Lansius anxiously asked, but all he heard were faint giggles coming from her direction. He was confused by the mixed signals, but the big grin on his face didn’t lie.
