Between Tradition and Modernity 10

Somehow, Lilly was reminded of the old saying about car accidents: you don’t want to look, but you can’t look away either.

It was terrible what was done to Lavinia and Marguerite, but it was also highly fascinating, and so, she continued to watch the torture of the two girls right in front of her.

The two men kept on teasing her by brushing over her sides with the silk cloths, and the poor girl had no choice than to dance at their will, squirming in her bonds. Lilly had flashbacks to her time at school, especially to her classmate Sandra. Sandra had been a tall and athletic girl, member of the female Basketball team – and she had been terribly ticklish. Sometimes, Lilly or one of the other girls had taken advantage of that, and it had always fascinated her how the tall, strong woman had turned into a helpless, squealing bundle, gasping for relief.

She remembered how she had first met Lavinia (was it really just two days ago?): the strict young Victorian Lady in her modest dress with the »stiff upper lip«-attitude. Now, there wasn’t much left of that Lavinia: her hair hung in dishevelled tresses, her nude body was glistering from sweat, and all she could do was groan and squeal whilst her breasts heaved from her panting.

Marguerite was more or less reduced to a plaything of Lavinia’s struggles, unable to withdraw, forced to join in her movements, and having to breathe and scream into her co-captive’s womb. Her hands now held Lavinia’s hips; not so much out of passion, but to be able to balance out her uncontrolled twitching and wriggling.

»At least, she’s finally getting out of breath! She’s moving slower now!«

Indeed, Lavinia no longer performed to an inaudible Techno beat, but now, it seemed that she was dancing to a slower tune. It looked a bit as if she was lolling around on a horizontal bedframe. Then, Lilly noticed more and more other details:

The men had withdrawn a little, but she was still squirming and writhing. She still made small chortling or sighing sounds through her gag, and Lilly couldn’t help staring at Lavinia’s breasts. They looked as if they were swollen, and the nipples were pointing at her, hard and erect.

»It almost looks like – oohh!«

The sigh had come out in reality, not only because Lilly now remembered what Laya had told her about the balm Lavinia’s crotch rope – and Marguerite’s gag – had been soaked with. The scenery had been so captivating that Lilly had all but ignored Laya’s caresses, but now, she felt that her own body had not ignored it at all.

As if she was returning to her own self, Lilly now felt that her own nipples had grown hard, and there was a blissful tingle radiating from her left breast that was still kneaded and massaged by Laya. And further down-

»Oouuhhmmmm!«

The crotch scarf had slid between her wet labia – when had that happened? –, and now, one of the knots was rubbing over her swollen clit whilst another one was teasing her inside, sending more blissful tingles through her body. Lilly couldn’t tell whether Laya had adjusted to her breath, or if she had adjusted to the rhythm of her pulling on the scarf, but both had built a terrible symbiosis. And now, as she accelerated her moves, Laya did the same.

»Oh my God, what am I doing, Ooohh! Ohh!«

Lilly opened her eyes she had reflexively closed, but the sight didn’t help the matter. Lavinia had now grabbed her wrist ties, pulling herself up so she could thrust out her pelvis with more impetus, moaning on each move forward. And Marguerite also seemed to have gotten enough of the potion now: Lilly could only see her sweat-covered backside, but she had now clawed her fingers into Lavinia’s buttocks, and she seemed to literally drink in her companion’s arousal. The fragrance seemed to get even through the scarf tied over Lilly’s nose.

»Or, maybe, it’s me!«

The tingle in her womb had reached an unbearable level, and the next time Laya loosened the grip of her crotch rope, Lilly pushed her body upwards with her legs and by pushing her shoulders against the backrest to keep up the pressure. Laya pinched her nipple, and then, she pulled, forcing Lilly’s pelvis down to the seat, and stoking the fire between her legs. Lilly groaned and when she felt the tension loosen again, she raised her womb once again.

With her mouth so thoroughly stuffed, and with the cloth tied over her nose, Lilly had to hyperventilate, but somehow, the lack of oxygen added to her arousal, and the bright points and stars dancing in front of her closed eyes were like the fields of Elysium. She was driven by the fear that she might faint before she reached the peak, and she accelerated her moves, assisted by Laya who intensified her play with the crotch scarf as she felt that Lilly was getting to the ends of her powers. She pulled the scarf tight, so Lilly was pulled slightly from her seat. Now, the pressure became almost painful, but now, Lilly could ride the knots, and one was exactly where she wanted it – needed it!

»Ooouuhhmmmm! Hhrrrrmmmmmmm! Gghhmmmmmmm!«

Lilly’s arousal balled together like a fist, and then, it exploded, and the girl twitched and spasmed, wheezing through her massive gag as she enjoyed riding the wave of pleasure until she collapsed, having fainted in the most pleasurable moment. Laya smiled and licked the sweat from her fingers, watching as Lavinia also was in the throes of orgasm.

When the redhead also hung in her bonds, panting and drooling down on Marguerite who tried to catch breath now the show was over, Laya slowly rose. Tonight, Amal or Jeevan would have to do extra duties – maybe both. She saw Ajala, her cheeks reddened and her lips moist. Obviously, she also had enjoyed the show, but her Royal blood didn’t allow her to become intimate with a servant.

»Laya, I will now – retire for a while! You and the men may relax, too, before we have to prepare our next step!«

Laya knew that she just wanted to be alone, so her fingers could find a way under her Saree, but Laya just bowed and then, she waved the two men towards her. Whilst unwrapping her Saree from her sweaty body, she purred:

»Would you be able to stand it if I were the only thing between you two?«

»Eh?«, the two men asked in unison, watching as the Saree fell. Laya took off the small Saree blouse and removed her damp loincloth, now only wearing the silk belt to tug her Saree in, and her sandals. She approached Amal and pressed her butt against his manhood, presenting her nude front to Jeevan. She could feel that Amal wasn’t indifferent to her close presence.

»I mean that we don’t have too much time, so, we could save some time if none of you had to wait!«

A sheepish grin appeared on Jeevan’s face, and he started undressing. When she felt Amal’s strong hands on her hips, Laya knew that he had understood her, too, and now, she would really be the only thing between the two men.

***

At the camp, Tiny Tim told the others about Princess Ajala and her plans, and which role the three kidnapped girls played in it. Blacksmith, however, was the only one who was fully invested in the political consequences. Nesrin was mainly interested in Marguerite’s fate, though she also wanted Lilly to be well. Tiny Tim spared the raunchy details and only told them that Ajala kept them as some trophies, but so far, the girls were quite well. It wasn’t a too satisfying answer, but Nesrin had to deal with it. In addition, she had to do the translation for Sayana, as Daisy had cuddled against Blacksmith and had fallen silent.

She didn’t trust the Gurkha in the slightest, and she was scared of him. Daisy could accept that he had kept them bound and gagged for the negotiations, until he knew if he could trust Blacksmith, but she could still feel the tingle in her arms, shoulders, and between her legs from the harsh bondage. This hadn’t been necessary – Tiny Tim had enjoyed tying them up and to humiliate them. The fact he had gagged them with each other’s panties fit the image, and though she had rinsed her mouth at the brook, Daisy brushed over her lips and shuddered. Sayana was right, this man was danger.

However, it was Sayana who seemed the least appalled by the Gurkha. She listened to him, or rather Nesrin’s translation, but it seemed that she was trying to read the man’s mind better. Now, Tiny Tim came to an end with his report:

»Right now, there are British troops at Kharabad, under the command of one of the girls. A Colonel Arbuckle!«

»My commanding Officer! Actually, I would be with him now, if things hadn’t – turned out a little bit different!«

He searched for Daisy’s hand and pressed it, to tell her that not all events had been bad. Then, however, his eyes narrowed.

»There is still one unanswered question – what is your part in all of this?«

Tiny Tim looked at them, and his face didn’t reveal his feelings.

»I can’t tell you all of my mission right now! As you may have guessed, I have pretended to be one of Princess Ajala’s followers, to get access to her meeting with the other conspirators. However, I am serving Britain, though in a different way than you! For now, all I can tell you is that my plans don’t interfere with your plan of freeing the girls, so, we can work together on that goal!«

Blacksmith wasn’t satisfied at all with that answer, but he was too much of a soldier to not be able to focus on other aspects:

»So, we have a fortress with one access – to which we have no key, and if we try to open the door by force, they will notice it!«

»There are two accesses!«

Now, Daisy looked at Tiny Tim, too. It was what she had suggested earlier. Blacksmith asked whether he knew something about the other entry, and Tiny Tim grinned grimly.

»I know where it is! Unfortunately, it is where they keep their horses – and the 20 men of the Princess’ personal guard. 20 men’s a bit of a challenge, even for a Gurkha!«

Blacksmith rose from his seat.

»If I ride like hell, I could be in Bombay by midnight! There, I could organize an expedition force, and we could smoke out this  criminal’s cave by dawn!«

»But that would endanger Marguerite – and the others!«, Nesrin blurted. Tiny Tim nodded towards her, as if she had made a point he wanted to make, too.

»That’s one argument against such an attack! However, there are two more: the first is Jaspal Sahib!«

He waited for his audience to look at him before he explained:

»Aside from the Princely Family, Jaspal Sahib is the richest man in Kharabad, and he’s part of the conspirators! Well, the good man is nearly as old as the Nawab, but he still has some interests better befitting a young man!«

His glimpse at Daisy and Nesrin left no doubt what he meant, and the two girls shuddered. Tiny Tim told them that during the meeting with the Princess, there had been no doubt that Jaspal had been fascinated by Lavinia and Marguerite.

»Well, Ajala might love her new – toys, but she loves even more to attend her father’s throne. So, she will make sure that Jaspal Sahib will be loyal to her course!«

»By sending him Lavinia and Marguerite!«, Blacksmith finished the thought. Tiny Tim added that she would most likely do so during the next night.

»By now, the Colonel knows that she has his daughter, and tomorrow, the Nawab will show his hunting grounds to his British guests. There, it would be the easiest if they want to arrest him under a pretence and get him to Bombay without having to fight a minor battle. Tomorrow by dusk, the old Nawab could be at Bombay – treated with all respect, but under arrest. In the meantime, Ajala can take over the throne!«

»Doesn’t the Nawab have any sons?«, Daisy asked.

»Three, but two of them are in England, and the third one’s in Calcutta! Even the latter would need weeks to get to Kharabad – weeks in which Ajala can prepare for this! And nobody wants a civil war so close to one of the biggest cities of British India!«

Blacksmith nodded. Both British and Indians still remembered the horrors of the mutiny a few years ago, and there were enough resentments left that one spark could  light a giant fire. Then, he remembered something Blacksmith had said:

»You meant that there’s yet another reason not to attack!«

Tiny Tim showed his thin smile.

»My – employer also wants the Nawab to be replaced, though not by his wilful daughter. But with Colonel Arbuckle removing the old Nawab, half of my work is done!«

»Your employer? Didn’t you say that we are both fighting on the same side? You have sworn an oath, doesn’t that mean nothing to you?«

Tiny Tim also stood up, and though Blacksmith was nine inches taller, he didn’t seem scared by his opponent.

»I am a Gurkha, and I will fight to the death to fulfil my oath if necessary! However, whom are we fighting for? Her Majesty the Queen? I have never been to England, but I doubt you ever met her either! Or the General Governor? We both owe our loyalty to Britain, but we serve different representatives of that Britain! And the one I get my orders from wants a change on the throne of Kharabad, so don’t blame me for doing my duty as a soldier!«

The two men stared at each other, and it was Blacksmith who looked aside first. Tiny Tim said to the Lieutenant’s back:

»There’s another thing you might not like to hear!«

Slowly, Blacksmith turned around again, and the girls also looked at the Gurkha.

»If we succeed, once Lavinia is back with her father, he has no longer a reason to keep the old Nawab under arrest. So, it is important that we keep her – away from him for a few more days!«

This shocked the others, but none of them was able to say something, except for Nesrin who whispered a hasty translation into Sayana’s ear. Blacksmith took a few deep breaths, trying to cope with the conflict between politics and chivalry. Then, he stated:

»Before anything, we must get inside and save the three abducted girls! Do you have any suggestions, since a good armed attack seems inappropriate to you?«

Tiny Tim let his eyes wander to Sayana.

»She’s a witch! That should be something!«

Now, Blacksmith scoffed with disbelief.

»Are you kidding me?«

»But – she is a witch! C’est une sorcière!«, Nesrin insisted, and daisy also nodded. Sayana now looked at Tiny Tim, seeing a new facet of this strange man. Most Europeans either didn’t believe in witchcraft – like Johnny! – or feared it, but this man considered her powers as something real, something that could be used in a battle.

»Shall I try to find some brooms, so we can attack from the sky?«, Blacksmith asked ironically. Tiny Tim shrugged.

»Maybe, if her powers allow it!«

He noticed that his knife was still lying beside him, and he picked it up. All of a sudden, he turned towards Nesrin and asked:

»When I held the blade to your throat – did I cut you?«

He sounded all friendly interest. Nesrin felt for her neck and shook her head. The Gurkha shrugged – then, his right darted forward, at Blacksmith’s hand.

»He! Are you completely mad now, you Yak-fucking midget?«

He looked at the back of his hand. The scratch was barely an inch long and he could hardly feel it, but there were a few drops of blood. Tiny Tim wiped the blade of his Kukri before placing the weapon back in its sheath.

»If a Gurkha draws his weapon, it has to draw blood! Old tradition!«

»I can show you a tradition from my home!«, Blacksmith replied, balling his fists. Sayana stepped between the two.

»Johnny! I am still not sure about this man, but he needs us, and right now, we need him! So, save your anger for our real enemies!«

On Blacksmith’s list, the Gurkha was on top of enemies, but he opened his fists and forced himself to relax, oppressing his urge to slam his head against the rock as Tiny Tim began to ask Sayana about her supernatural powers.

***

Though she would have called herself a romantic, Lilly had never bevor swooned in her life, and she would have called it exaggerated if she had read that someone had done so from a climax. Of course, since she had only been physical with one guy so far (and had her own, »single-handed« experiences), her practical knowledge was limited, but she had always considered the earth-shaking orgasm to be a myth.

Until now.

Regaining her consciousness was like waking up from a beautiful dream, and even when she realized that she still was thoroughly gagged and tied to the chair, the warm, pleasant feeling was still strong. Lilly could sense that behind it, terrible thoughts were lurking: thoughts like »What did I do?« or »How could I let myself go?«, but now, she was just enjoying a lovely languor, and she chortled when she thought:

»That’s how Champaign bottles must feel when they are uncorked!«

However, her surroundings didn’t want to let her in her cocoon of pleasant dreams, as a cacophony of sighs, groans and grunts reached her ear. Unwillingly, Lilly blinked and at the second attempt, she also managed to raise her head.

Right in front of her, Lavinia stood on trembling legs, mewing and shaking her head, as obviously, the balm had worn off, and she was more and more obsessed by her embarrassment. The fact that Marguerite was still tied with her face to her crotch didn’t help the matter. The blonde was also screaming through her gag, and the vibrations added to Lavinia’s discomfort.

There was more grunting and sighing slightly away, and Lilly could only see some movement behind a column. On both sides, she saw the blurred body of a standing person move, and the sounds left no doubt what was going on. To her amazement, Lilly was sure she heard three different voices.

After some time, she saw two naked figures, obviously Jeevan and Amal, stagger away, and for a second, Lilly thought that these two had made love to each other. Then, however, a third person emerged from behind the column. She was naked, too, and she staggered once when she approached Lilly.

When she came close, she recognized her as Laya, and the Indian had literally written »postcoital« on her forehead. She kissed Lilly’s forehead before she went for a quick dip in the pond.

»She must have been – between the two men!«, Lilly thought, feeling even more confused. After a while, Laya returned, wearing a bathrobe. She sprinkled a few water drops on Lilly, and then, she started untying Lilly’s wrists and ankles. She giggled when the girl bent her legs and slung her arms around them.

»A little late for playing modest, isn’t it?«

Lilly was not allowed to touch her gag, and now, the men appeared, both looking fresh and relaxed, having washed themselves and in new clothes. They freed Lavinia and Marguerite and removed their blindfolds and crotch ropes, but left them gagged and stood behind them, half aiding them in standing upright, half forcing them to do so.

Now, Ajala arrived, sporting a silk bathrobe, and looking relaxed, too. On her order, Laya led Lilly over to the others, and the three captives were placed side by side, allowing Ajala to inspect them like a General with his troops.

Starting with Lilly, she just brushed a stray of sweaty hair from her eyes, but in Lavinia’s case, she let her eyes wander over her body that still showed the traces of her experience.

»Do you want to know a secret, Lavinia?«

She obviously took the redhead’s silence as an answer, for she lowered her voice, though she still spoke loud enough for all to hear:

»The potion – it’s just pomegranate-juice, mixed with a few herbs to make it taste like medicine! So, all the arousal came from deep within yourself, my randy English mare!«

Lavinia staggered, and she let out a whimper, but Ajala had already turned towards Marguerite, letting her eyes wander over her body and even crouching to closely inspect the blonde’s pubic area. Then, she rose, taking the girl’s head between her hands.

»Aww, you couldn’t finish, though you were more than ready! Poor, poor girl! However, true virgins have to wait!«

Marguerite couldn’t understand the insult, but Ajala now gave an order in Hindi and the three captives were led out of the pavilion, only to be lined up in the grass. Almost synchronously, Amal, Jeevan and Laya grabbed their respective victim’s wrists, twisted her arms and forced her to crouch.

»Relieve yourselves!«, Ajala ordered, leaving no doubt that she would also watch the procedure. Lilly and Lavinia mewed and shook their heads, and Ajala yawned and placed herself on a chair. Then, she took a jug and a cup and began to pour water from one in the other, obviously only to cause further irritation by the splashing sound.

»Fuck you, I am too tired for this game!«, Lilly thought, lowered her head and peed. When she had finished, she was led to one of the columns and got her hands tied behind it. Her legs were left free, allowing her to sit almost comfortably.

After a short time, Marguerite was tied next to her. Her cheeks were reddened; obviously, she had also followed nature. Lilly stretched her leg and brushed over the blonde’s foot with her toes, and Marguerite looked up, an expression of gratitude in her eyes.

»If you keep us waiting much longer, we will tickle you until you pee!«, they heard Ajala say, followed by a whimper from Lavinia. Then, the redhead was tied to a third column, her cheeks as red as her hair; obviously, she had decided to avoid getting touched even more and decided for the lesser of two humiliations, too.

Ajala and Laya now withdrew, and the men approached with a bucket and two sponges. They began to thoroughly wash Marguerite’s entire body, ignoring her weak protests and just pinning her legs between theirs so she couldn’t struggle. Obviously, they either hadn’t recovered yet, or they had been given strict orders, for though they washed the girl everywhere, they didn’t take further advantages and only touched her breasts, butt and private parts with the sponges. In the end, Marguerite seemed to almost enjoy the refreshment, and Lilly felt a bit envious. She was thirsty, having soaked all saliva from her monstrous gag, despite knowing it was Marguerite’s used panties, and she knew her body was covered with sweat and other liquids.

However, once Marguerite was washed, the two men withdrew and waited for the return of Ajala and Laya who had put on fresh Sarees. The Princess had also refreshed her makeup and put on some jewellery.

»Sorry, but only true virgins have to be clean! Randy mares may also smell like randy mares!«

Laya had brought a large wicker box, and the men now draped a blanket on the floor. Then, Marguerite was released and made to lie on it on her back. Amal held her shoulders whilst Jeevan had grabbed her legs. Laya now produced several scarves who all had white as the dominant colour. Then, she took a white silk band and tied Marguerite’s big toes together.

Then, the blonde’s legs were tied with the scarves, starting by her insteps. The second scarf tied her ankles, one went around her lower legs, and two were tying her legs above and below the knee. Each scarf was cinched, and Lilly guessed that though the cloth was smooth and soft, the bondage was tight and Marguerite sure was feeling quite helpless already.

The sixth scarf was tied around her thighs, and then, a longer one was doubled and slung around Marguerite’s waist before Laya worked the ends between her legs, applying a crotch rope. This time, it was not too tight, but snug enough to remind the girl of its presence on every move.

Two  more scarves were used to tie the girl’s wrists and elbows, and number ten was slung around her nape, crossed between her breasts and then threaded under her upper arms before it was knotted off, further pinning her arms to her torso.

»Amal, Jeevan, a hand, please!«

The men lifted the bound Marguerite at her feet and shoulders, and Laya now produced a white Saree with interwoven gold. Like all Sarees she or the Princess wore, it was four feet wide and seven yards long, allowing her to tightly wrap Marguerite’s body several times from her ankles to below her breasts. The Saree was tied in place with four more scarves, blue ones this time, and Marguerite had turned into a silk cocoon that weakly squirmed on the blanket.

»Jaspal Sahib may be an old man, but he loves unwrapping gifts, like a little boy!«

Marguerite’s gag was removed, and her head was lifted, so she could see her friends before she was blindfolded. Laya took a lump of cotton wool and twisted two pieces she worked deeply into Marguerite’s ears. Then, she placed two bigger pieces on her eyes and tied them in place with a narrow white scarf. Above, an entire white silk bandage was wrapped tightly and knotted off. Then, Laya left, only to return with something white and frilly. It was Lavinia’s knickers.

Ajala looked at the underwear and bent forward to inspect them closer. Ostentatiously, she then waved her hand and looked at Lavinia.

»Do you randy English mares never bathe?«

Marguerite was unaware of her fate, and Lilly, who had to choke on a similar pair of knickers for some time now, felt pity for the girl. Laya held the worn garment to her nose until she cringed it. Then, she pinched it shut and whilst Amal steadied the girl’s head, she slowly stuffed the silk mass inside Marguerite’s mouth.

»For a virgin, she has got a strong tongue!«, she mocked as she played with the girl’s desperate resistance, »Jaspal Sahib will be pleased!«

Once there was enough cloth in Marguerite’s mouth she could no longer bite or close her jaws, Laya used both her hands to stuff the entire knickers in. Marguerite chortled and grunted, and even inside her silk cocoon, one could see that she was panting. On an order from Laya, Jeevan brought something light blue, and Lilly recognized it as her discarded crotch scarf – the one that had played such an important role in the strongest orgasm she had ever had.

Laya wound it twice around Marguerite’s mouth before she left it to the stronger Amal to pull it so tight the knickers were pressed against the back of her throat and the silk cut into the corners of the girl’s mouth. However, Laya was far from being finished.

A white scarf was pulled over her hair, like a headscarf, and the ends were repeatedly tightened under Marguerite’s chin before it was finally knotted off. Now, she couldn’t move her jaw the fraction of an inch, and she could produce hardly a sound at all.

Another silk bandage was then wrapped around the lower half of her face, and when it had been knotted off, Laya left, only to return with a white, almost transparent piece of silk she playfully brushed over Lilly’s face with.

»The loincloth I wore when I played with you!«, she purred. Then, she went to Marguerite and tied it over the helpless girl’s nose. Then, a final scarf was draped over her entire head, gathered and then tied off at her nape.

»As long as she stays calm and quiet, she will be fine!«

A second white Saree was brought and doubled, creating a cloth that was four feet wide and three and a half yards long. Marguerite was placed upon it, and Laya closed the ends and twisted the ends. When these ends had been secured with two blue scarves, Marguerite looked like a giant candy – and she could hardly move or produce noise more than an ordinary candy could.

»That should keep her save on her trip to Jaspal Sahib’s summer residence! After all, we will have to transport her on horseback! Well, at least, she won’t be alone for the foreseeable future! As I said, Jaspal Sahib might be old, but he told me that he has always enjoyed breaking horses. He may now be too old for a wild stallion, but once and awhile, he may have enough stamina for something less powerful – a randy English mare for example!«

***

»I don’t like it, and the reason I don’t like it is that I don’t trust you!«

If Tiny Tim felt insulted by Blacksmith’s words, he didn’t show it. The problem was that the Gurkha’s plan was reasonable – but it meant that he would be left alone with two of the women, and Blacksmith had a bad feeling about that.

They would build two groups: one would have an eye on the exit at the stable and if riders would leave that looked as if they had Marguerite and Lavinia with them, they would follow them and attack them by surprise. In the meantime, the other group would try to open the door, find their way through the maze, and take possession of the hidden valley basin.

Now, it was clear that Blacksmith would part of the group that would follow the riders, simply because he was the best rider in their team. Also, it was reasonable that Tiny Tim would lead the other attack, as he was a capable fighter.

However, to get through the door and the other obstacles, he needed the help of Sayana and her powers – and because of the language barrier, one of the others had to join him. Neither Nesrin nor Daisy were keen on being together with the man that had so brutally bound and gagged them – and who had clearly enjoyed doing so! –, and Daisy also wanted to be with Blacksmith. However, she couldn’t ride whilst Nesrin, who had taken riding lessons as a girl, was an average rider.

Finally, daisy sighed and then, she kissed Blacksmith.

»He promised to be on our side – and we have no other chance than to trust him! Please, take care of yourself!«

Again, they kissed, and then, Blacksmith stepped close to Tiny Tim and grabbed his lapel.

»If you do any harm to her, or to Sayana, I will hang you by your testicles and let you dangle till the vultures have picked all your flesh!«

Daisy held him back and raised the rifle in her hand.

»If he tries to harm us, I will kill him! Now, take care that I will see you soon, accompanied by Nesrin, Marguerite and Lavinia, and all of them well and alive!«

After a last kiss and some hugging, Blacksmith and Nesrin mounted their horses and rode into the night. Tiny Tim turned to the two Blacks and showed an enigmatic smile:

»Now, let’s see what a Gurkha warrior, a beautiful witch and an equally beautiful black warrior Princess can accomplish! Ayo Gorkhali!«

Daisy took Sayana’s hand, but when Tiny Tim walked on, they followed him.

***