Part 2 Cerubian

The sweat flowed from his brow like a steady rainfall, it hissed like a snake as it landed on the hot steel. Father always said working the bellows would make a man out of him. It was exhausting work, after a day in the smithy he was too tired to do anything else. He was here today because father is a perfectionist in his craft. 

When he heard of the accident involving the new town magistrate. He was told the ceremony was to be delayed until the guest of honour recovered from the injuries he sustained. He frantically chose to redesign the pommel, and add more intricate filigree to the blade itself. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't so boring, father always told him that he had no talent for metal craft. 

He already chose to apprentice Tomas in the trade. While Cerubian was only qualified to make mundane items like horseshoes and tools, and sweat his ass off at the bellows. Cerubian had a crazy notion, as a joke the took the sword being prepared for the dignitary. He etched the symbol of the Danubian Sich. On the pommel. It would be his little secret. 

Part 2: Lupin

Twice in two days, Lupin was getting very familiar with the Abbot's office. He memorized all the content's locations, Lupin had an excellent memory. There were many parchments on the grand desk. But those squiggly lines meant nothing to Lupin, their comprehension were far above him. 

In the hall he could hear the Abbot approach, even his footsteps sounded angry. The man entered and gave Lupin a withering look, Lupin cast his eyes downward in contrition. As the Abbot sat at his desk, he let out an exasperated sigh. Without even looking at the boy directly he spoke.

"Lupin what was your task today?", he began."Reverend Father, I was to go to the river to collect reeds for basket weaving", replied Lupin.

"And where are the reeds you collected?"

"I left them behind, on the account that I was viciously attacked by a heathen!" He began his defence.

"I have has complaints from the Albescu family, accusing you of perversion"

"How am I the perverted one? They are the ones who took off their clothes like heathens. " Lupin found his case very strong in this matter.

"Nonetheless they accuse you of voyeurism and self degradation"

"I didn't even know of their presence until that little witch threw a stone at me!!" A fierce rebuttal from the defendant.

The prosecutor was unmoved by reason, "your actions caused an accident, almost killing the newly appointed magistrate"

"My actions?!! I was running for my life!! The witch was trying to kill me!!"

"Lupin!! Silence!!", the normally composed Abbot smashed the table with a cane making Lupin jump. But quickly settling himself he continued, "Lupin do you know how you came to be at this monastery?"

The boy was feeling optimistic  because he knew the answer to this question. His smile was as wide and as bright as the sun. "I know! I have heard many of the holy fathers discussing this very topic in the refectory"

"Go on"

"When they think I'm not around they often say, (imitating a old man's voice),{that monster is only here because he is one of the Abbot's by-blows}. I don't even know what a by-blow is, but it sound's important!!" , he stated with pride.The Abbot suffered a sudden fit of coughing his face almost turning purple. Lupin was concerned, "Father are you okay?"

The Abbot's equilibrium finally restored, "Eavesdropping and gossip are not acceptable behaviours Lupin!", said a very flustered Abbot.

"I did neither!! I was just scrubbing the floor, they were gossiping and dropping eaves"

"Forget what you heard and never repeat it to anyone again. Do you understand?" The boy nodded vigorously, " Lupin you are here because someone left you on our doorstep for us to take care of you. I have concluded that this time you might not be at fault"

"Really?", was the response of the astonished defendant.

"Lupin go to the vineyard and assist Brother Giovanni until further notice. Try to keep yourself out of trouble"

The boy genuflected repeatedly as he backed out of the office. When he reached the hallway he ran as fast as he could.

Part 2 Lebada:

Lebada wished that she could grow wings and fly away. Anywhere would be more preferable than listening to her mother's ranting.

"Honestly Leba! I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life! The whole village is gossiping about this! How could you be so foolish! A girl is supposed to conduct herself with dignity. I should send you to a nunnery! Maybe piety to god will chase the devil out of you! And to think that this involves that rogue of a boy! That mongrel is always up to no good! Pity the carriage didn't kill him, would better for decent folk if he was gone!" 

The tirade was endless, hour upon hour. A few times when her mother shouted it startled Lebada and she poked her finger. Blood soaked into the needlepoint fabric. Her mother snatched it out of her hand. 

"Foolish girl! You just ruined an expensive piece of cloth. What am I going to do with you? Your older sister is going to the monastery to tend to that poor boy who was hurt. You better pray he forgives your recklessness"

Lebada looked up into the sky, fluffy white clouds lazily floated by. There was a V formation of swans, returning from where swans go to escape the ravages of winter. Lebada wished with all of her heart that she could grow wings and fly. First thing she would do is shit on that boy's head.

"What are you smiling at girl? What is so amusing about this?....

Part 2 Sarpen:

This place smelt like sweat, and rotten cheese. It is amazing he could smell at all with a broken nose. Sarpen adjusted himself on the cot, his entire body screamed out in agony. Two of his ribs were broken, and the forearm of his sword hand was a wreck. He hissed a breath between his teeth, he might never be able to wield a sword into battle. 

How fucking ironic!! Forced to come to this shit hole of a village to receive a sword. Now he is a cripple because of it, he should burn the whole place to the ground. The door opened, Sarpen instinctively recoiled as if god could see into his blasphemous soul and sent an Angel to smite him. But it was no Angel, it was his uncle.

"Hello Lad, how are you feeling?" Inquired the Abbot.

"Horrible! I hate this place! Shouldn't you be addressing me as Lord, Uncle", each word spoken was laced with venom.

" Yes, I suppose so my, lord. One of the village girls is here to attend to your wounds. I have pressing business to attend to, if you need anything, summon the cellarer. We make the finest cheese in all of Romania here"

A girl entered the room with a wash basin, she was very timid. She curtsied, "my lord"

Sarpen's tongue licked his lips, she was attractive, for a bumpkin that is. Her sizeable breasts heaved as she nervously approached. Even with all his agony, he felt himself stir.

"My lord, I am so sorry this has happened to you. I am embarrassed that my little sister had something to do with it", she spoke meekly as she wiped his brow with the washcloth.

"That skinny naked girl is your sister? What is your name?" The words were spoken kindly, but the eyes were reptilian.

"Gosha my lord", she continued to wash him, she appeared to be feeling a little more comfortable, starting to relax. As she reached over him to wash his ruined arm, her breasts brushed against his shoulder. He stiffened immediately, for all his bravado with his friends, talking about his exploits with women, he was still a virgin. 

As she began to clean his chest, his heart was pounding inside of it. She smiled at him nervously, he felt emboldened, reached up and caressed her cheek. Her cloth was working itself lower to his abdomen. It was then he struck, he untied the lace of her bodice. Her milky breasts flowed out into view. She gasped in surprise, "my lord! We mustn't, this is a house of god!" She pleaded.

"This house and everything else in this god forsaken village belongs to me now. Including you!" His hand reached up and squeezed her breast. She blushed and whispered another protest, but when he slipped his hand under her skirt. She did not pull away, so she was a village whore, she was sopping wet already.

"Quick! before the Abbot returns" his lordship pleaded as he pulled away the blanket to reveal his erection. Gosha instinctively chuckled because of awkwardness. The insecure lord took this as an insult, but was willing to ignore it. At least until he was satisfied, for encouragement he slid his finger inside her. She moaned and spread her legs wider. Sarpen's heart was racing, when the girl's cold hand grabbed his cock it was too much. His whole body spasmed and he ejaculated right into his own noble face.

Gosha giggled uncontrollably, "my lord you were very eager!! Let me clean you"

Sarpen was livid, at himself, why does this always happen? Why is this whore bitch laughing? She is going to gossip this all over the village. I will become a laughingstock! "Just go!" ,was all he could articulate in his embarrassment.