Terrible Company - Chapter 14 - Part 1

Chapter 14: Ubiquitous Access To Shared Resources

"So she says 'Quick.  Back 'ere'.  An' a'course Ah followed."

"Did anyone see you?" Ayen asked, steering his horse to ride a little closer to Mathilda's as the two of them rode alone.

The dark-haired dwarf shook her head.  "Hundreds'f cousins stumblin' abou', wit' no more'n a few boxes fer us to hide b'hind.  She put 'er 'and down my pants an' kissed me, and ugh... Ah tell ya.  Tha' woman's tongue."

"I bet it didn't take long for her to make you cum, did it?"

"If Ah lasted two minu'es, Ah'd be shocked."

Ayen bit his lip and groaned.

"M'vision was all blurry when Ah opened my eyes, an' all Ah could see was'r fire blonde hair.  She pu' 'er fingers in m'mouth, all we' an' sticky, an' Ah'll never forge' i'.  She whispered 'Swee'er than th' swee'est wine'.  Ah jus' abou' creamed m'self on th' spo' again."

"Daaaamn."

"Ah know."  Mathilda sighed wistfully.  "She was special."

"Now, just so I'm picturing this all correctly, Breta was..."  Ayen looked up as he slowed his horse to a stop.

"Breta was wha'?"

He stretched his arm in front of her, and Mathilda swatted at his wrist when his palm cupped her left breast.  She stopped next to him all the same, though.

"Ho there," Ayen shouted, and Mathilda tried to follow the line of his eyes skyward through the light forest around them.  When there was no response, he smiled.  "Val?  Is that you?"

"...Yes," came Val's voice, from way up in the trees.  Mathilda craned her head this way and that but couldn't see the big orc.  It was hard to judge distance with so many the echoes.

"What are you doing up there?"

"Just... uh... you know..."

"...No.  I don't know."

"...Testing you?"

Ayen snorted.  "How exactly are you testing us?"

"I didn't really think you were doing any scouting, so I... uh..."

Their horses, impatient to be moving, stamped their hooves and pawed at the hard-packed dirt.

"What were you going to do from way up there?  Drop something on us?"

"Something like that," Val said.

Mathilda snickered, and Ayen brushed at her shoulder with the back of his hand.

"Are you satisfied that we're keeping an eye out?"

"Yes."

"What are you going to do now?"

"Wait 'til you ride on, so I can climb back down with some dignity?"

The dwarf chortled, doing a significantly poorer job of keeping a straight face than Ayen was, and with a little effort both of them kept their horses in mostly the same place.  

After a minute, Val sighed and worked her way down through the branches.

It took Mathilda another minute after that to spot Val as she descended through a soaring Pale Orthans tree fifteen yards farther down the road.  The green-skinned Warrior dropped the last ten feet and refused to make eye contact with them as she brushed most of the leaves out of her hair and off of her shoulders.  She grumbled as she stalked back down the trail, toward where Katsa and Ivy were following with the cart.

"So," Ayen said, smiling as they resumed their slow pace.  "Breta."

"Aye?"

"She's about the same size you are?"

Mathilda squinted and looked up.  "Depends.  When she firs' took me under 'er wing, she'd been a' th' forge fer seventy years an' Ah was jus' startin'.  She was a bi' thicker'n me then.  Now, tha' reunion there was... ten years la'er?  We were...  yeah.  Abou' th' same size."

"And that's the same size you are now?"

The dwarf made an unhappy sound.  "It's been longer than Ah care t' admi' since Ah worked a forge proper, so Ah've lost some..."  Mathilda twisted her arms.  "Some definition, Ah guess.  Not much, bu' some."

"She sounds awesome."

"Bes' orgasms Ah ever 'ad."

"Oh I'm sure," Ayen said, "but I just mean that you two were close in addition to all that.  Like as friends."

Mathilda licked her lips and nodded, quietly.

"Do you miss her?"

" 'at's a poin'less warren to go down," the healer said.  "Ah don' 'ave a lo' of choice 'n terms 'o wha' Ah leave b'hind.  Ah go where tha' miserable bastard sends me an' pray fer th' day i' stops."

"Do you think it will?"

"Will wha'?"

"End someday?"

"Ah've got'a believe i' will, don' Ah?"

They rode on in silence for bit after that.

" 'ave Ah told ye about th' time Breta an' Ah went t' Vendemere t' sell a car'-load o' ore an' tools?"

"I don't think so," Ayen said, smiling.  "Vendemere's a human city, right?"

"Firs' time we were off together where no one knew us, an' we didn' need t'hide."

"Oh.  No, you definitely haven't told me about that."

Mathilda bit her lower lip, summoning the memory, and sighed happily.  

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Katsa felt a tickle on the back of her neck as they rode down the main thoroughfare of the small, signless town.  Heavy cloud cover muted the sunlight, and she found herself guiding her horse just that much closer to Val's big stallion.

"I told you," Ayen murmured, as he looked back at the others.  "This place is off."

Katsa couldn't put her finger on it, and by the looks of it neither could Val or Mathilda.  Even Ivy, at the reins of the cart, looked perplexed.  The buildings looked normal, if a bit small.  The plant life looked normal.  It looked and sounded like a normal town.

"Why do Ah ge' th' feelin' tha' one o' these nitwits 's abou' to come up an' ask if Ah've accepted Jesus Chris' as m'personal savior?" Mathilda muttered.

"Or offer me a Chick tract?" Ayen chuckled.  "Did you ever read Dark Dungeons?  Oh my Gods."

"Not the time," Katsa hissed.

"They seem nice," Ivy said.

"Keep yer wits abou' ye, lass."

"Are you sure this is where we're supposed to be?" Val asked, leaning forward to whisper toward the dwarf.  "This is where Rhogan wants us?"

"Aye," Mathilda said.  "This's th' place.  Dunno why as ye', but this's i'."

"I am really starting to dislike that God of yours," Katsa muttered.

"Well he's aces by me," Ayen said.

"Yeah," Katsa snarked, "we really dragged you away from the jaws of death, huh?"

"I don't know what you guys think you saw," the thief whispered, half-turning, "but I know my mother better than you.  She didn't want me.  She wanted to use me."

"Spending the rest of your life having sex with a woman who looked like that sounds terrrrible."

Val jabbed Katsa in the ribs, drawing an offended squeak from the arcanist.

"She needed me to produce a royal heir with her.  Once that happened, I would have ceased to serve any purpose for her."

"Ewww," the big orc whined.  

Katsa rolled her eyes and sulked.

The tavern was not hard to find.  Mathilda and Ayen took the horses around back while the arcanist followed Val into the common room.  As soon as the big orc was inside she came to an abrupt halt, causing Katsa to run into her and Ivy to bounce into them both.

"Hello," said a chipper young serving girl as she came out from the kitchen.  "Can I get you a table?"

Katsa looked around, as did the others.  The room was not just empty of people, but of furniture as well.  "Do you mean that you'll literally get us one?"

"Well yeah," she laughed, snorting twice.  "They're not invisible."  She retreated into the back giggling to herself, and the three women shared a moment of pause.

"Would invisible furniture be less crazy," Val asked, "or an equal but different crazy?"

Katsa shrugged.  "They seem pretty comparable."

"Heeere we go," the serving girl grunted, two minutes later, as she wheeled a round table through the doorway and across the floor.  "And is it just the three of you?"

"Five," Ivy said brightly, and the serving girl's face fell just a little bit.

"Five.  Got it."  She moved the table over near the windows, cheeks flush with exertion, and let it come down onto its central stand.  "There," she huffed.  "Isn't that nice?"

"Uh h-."

"-seems really gr-"

"-bably better with some chairs."

Katsa and Val glared at Ivy.

"Coming right up!"

Mathilda and Ayen walked into the common room and stopped, staring at all the empty space with a similar consternation.

"It's weird," Val whispered, "right?"

"Where are the chairs?" Ayen said.

"She's going to get them now."

"Here's one," the girl called, as she carried a high-back seat.  She set it down next to Katsa and hustled out of the room.

"Do you want help?" Val called.  

There was no answer.

"This's... erm..."  Mathilda scratched at the back of her head.

"Minimalist," Ivy suggested with a lilt, and the dwarf nodded.

" 'at's i'. Minimalis'."

Ivy cleared her throat with a smile that got even brighter when Katsa turned toward her.  "Did you want to knock out the first part of your Fire Safety course while we wait?"

The arcanist blinked.  "You were serious about that?"

"I wrote it down in ink," Ivy said, tapping her notebook incredulously.

"I use fire all the time.  I think I know how to wield it without burning myself."

"We're not talking about you," Val said, folding her arms.  "We're talking about all the forest fires you started, and who knows how many people you've straight up killed with fireballs."

The arcanist swallowed hard.  "Yeah, but... you know about all of those.  The only people I've killed were... you know... bad people."

"Don't forget about all the innocent bystanders you've injured."

"Name one," Katsa grumped.

"At least three Ayen," Ivy said, flipping back through her notes.

Val arched an eyebrow at her.  "You turned that tavern in Jonehn into a death trap."

"They were all trying to kill us!" she squealed.  Then she pointed to Ayen, continuing  "Plus he started that tavern fire."

"It's not so bad," Ivy said brightly.  "It's just six three-hour sessions, and we'll be-"

"Eighteen hours?!"

Mathilda blinked, and covertly began counting on her fingers.  

Katsa looked like she wanted to say more, but stopped at a glare from Val.

"And that's two," the serving girl wheezed, setting down a second, mismatched chair.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" Val asked.

"No!" the girl said tiredly over her shoulder.  "I definitely love this."

The half-elf shook his head and spoke low.  "What is wrong with these people?"

Suddenly Val straightened, chin angled high, and sniffed.  And then sniffed again.  "It can't be," she grumbled, and quickly set off across the room wearing a terrific scowl.

Katsa, in no mood to be lectured, raced after her as the big orc turned down a hallway, past what looked like some rooms for rent, and stopped to sniff again.  

Val turned, facing the last door in the hallway, and kicked down the door.

"Are we playing Munchkin?" Ivy asked excitedly, startling Katsa with her un-announced presence.

Val took two steps into the room, her eyes alight with fury.  A young couple, naked on the bed, scrambled to cover themselves with the dislodged bedsheet while the old man in the corner curled both of his legs up in front of himself.

"You," Val growled.

The Narrator blinked and stared up at her.  "Not again!" he cried.

"What did I tell you!"

"It was an accident!"

"What did she tell him," Ivy whispered, and Katsa shrugged.

"Can we-"  The young couple on the bed froze as the arcanist extended her rune-embroidered gloved hand toward them, wrist arched, and shook her head.

"Why are you here?" the big orc snarled.

"It has nothing to do with you!  I promise!"

"Why do I not believe you?"

"I promise!"

"What did this guy do to you?" Katsa asked.

"He... described me once," Val said, and then quickly shook her head.  "It doesn't matter.  The point is, I told him I'd break his legs if I ever saw him again."

"And you haven't! Un-un-until today!"

"I didn't see you, but you were there.  I know you were."

The elderly man waved his hands frantically.  "No!  I heeded your warning!"

"I kept smelling you!"

"That's really creepy," Katsa added.  "On all counts."

"Ye's been following us for years now."

"My Gods," the arcanist said, her eyes unfocusing.  "Has it really been years?"

"Doesn't feel like it, right?"

"It feels like we've only been together for a few months!"

"Almost three years," Val said.

Katsa blew out a long breath.  "I'm getting too old for this."

The young man on the bed cleared his throat.  "You all obviously have a lot of catching up to do, so if you don't mind?"

"Oh let 'em go," the warrior said, waving a hand dismissively.  

Katsa frowned and folded her arms across her slim chest as the young woman wrapped herself up in the sheet and the two of them fled the room.

"Oooh," Ivy murmured, looking back down the hall.  "He has a nice butt."

The Narrator finally managed to get his fear under control, and casually tucked his exposed penis back into his pants before sliding around into a more normal seated position.  Val stood impassively before him, fists planted on her hips, and his initial fear at seeing her dissipated a little more every second.

"Why are you here?"

The Narrator blinked.  "The same reason you are, I assume.  For the festival."

Val turned and looked at Katsa, and then turned even further when she didn't see Ivy.  "Where did she go?"

"She went off after that young couple," the Narrator informed them.  "I think she intends to pick up where I left off, or thereabouts."

Val sighed and shook her head.  "Do you know what he's talking about?"

Katsa shrugged.

"You're not here for the festival?"

"What festival?" Val asked, facing him again.

Continued in Chapter 14 - Part 2

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