Nothing good

A Temple guard was waiting for Beldan when he left the room and for just an instant he felt a surge of hope but if the Oracle had been captured or killed Sir Werner would have come himself. Sending a guardsman instead was an acknowledgement that he had no good news to report. He heard the brief report in his small office suite and sent the temple guard back to the Templar compound. As expected Werner's report contained no information at all other than news that the convent had been searched and that checkpoints had been set up all over the city. The only new information was the name of a Templar Captain who appeared to be helping the bitches.

It had to be the Chevalier. Only they would have the nerve and resources to pull off a mission like this. He thought the fuckers had been broken, but like vineweed you could burn them to the ground and a week later they'd sprout up as poisonous as ever.

Master Sergeant Gymble's report in the morning would be far more detailed and Beldan was willing to wait until sunrise to hear from his man. Most importantly by then he'd know if he'd have to replace the Templar Warden or if Werner was capable of getting the job done. Additionally Gymble could start feeding him the news from his network of spies that covered the city with a web of informants. Someone must have heard something; not even the Chavalier could operate in his city without leaving tell-tale traces.

He slammed his palm against the desk sending papers and quills flying from the desk and nearly overturning the inkwell that sat precariously near the edge of his desk. A clerk knocked on the door immediately and Beldan summoned him in to attend to the scattered papers. He sat quietly until the clerk slipped away with a bow and then climbed to his feet and crossed the office to the comfortable chaise that sat under a portrait of one of the Lander's instrumental in forming the early Church of Xelta. He poured himself a tumbler of smooth single malt scotch and took a large swallow to calm his nerves.

Usually this seat helped him forget the stresses that came with his position, over a dozen novices had first spread their legs for him on this couch, more than any other place except his great bed. It wasn't just sweet little novices either, one of his favorite memories was of a small breasted wife of a rich merchant whose devoted husband had been caught trying to avoid the Church tariff. The woman had approached him to beg for leniency and he had led her to this private office and banged her on this cushioned couch for an hour before he even let her say a word.

The woman hadn't even been very pretty, but her love for her husband had been as plain as the buffalo moon in the night sky. Beldan had loved the look of shocked horror on her face as he slowly unbuttoned her dress. Even four or five years after the incident he could still remember the swirling mix of emotions as the chaste wife of this merchant realized that she might be able to save her love, but only by betraying her vows of matrimony. He had laid the teary-eyed woman on her back and pushed himself into her as he pulled and twisted on her sensitive nipples. He took another swallow of scotch and eased his hand under his robes. He had made the stunned woman use her mouth to clean and revive his member and then bent her over the armrest and had her pull open her cheeks while fucked her virgin ass for as long as he could before finally spending himself in her raw little shit-hole.

Beldan couldn't even remember if he had granted the loving wife's petition or not. Perhaps he had, but usually in cases like that the woman would be accused of bribery and sent off to prison to join the husband she loved so much. He abandoned his half-hearted attempt at masturbation and finished the now bitter tasting scotch angrily. How was he supposed to enjoy anything knowing what he did about The Oracle and the Chevalier spies that had infiltrated his own Templars.

He moved from the office into his bed chamber and stripped off his robes leaving them in a untidy pile on the floor as he flopped onto his great bed. He'd have to wake up early tomorrow to find out how the search for The Oracle and the Chevalier was progressing.