Reunion

Within minutes, they heard a call from the fields and a middle-aged farmer waved at them from behind a plow. He unhitched the horses from the plow and walked them toward the barn. As they neared the farmstead, the man greeted them.

"Hey, Deidre and Lucas, I didn't expect you for another hour or two. And where are the food stuffs? And where did you get that horrible bruise, Lucas?" he asked. Suddenly, he noticed that Dante is with them. "Hello, Sir. I'm Jake Miller."

"My name is Dante," he said as he extended his hand; Jake shook it vigorously.

"Oh, Daddy! Lucas and I stopped for lunch and an ogre attacked us. Lucas tried to stop him, but got knocked out by the brute. Dante saved me from a savage **** by killing the creature. Lucas and I owe him our lives!" she explained excitedly. Jake looks dumbfounded at Dante and said, "You killed the Ogre of Yelfy? Congratulations!" He quickly grabbed Dante's hand again and pumped it even more than before. Dante grinned proudly at the man. "The rascal has been a danger in these parts for far too long. Everyone will be relieved to know he's dead. What can I give you for saving my trusted employee and my daughter and her honor?"

"Oh, nothing, my good man. We found the evil thing's lair and took his valuables. Here is a pouch for you," Dante said as he handed the belt pouch to the older man. "I have kept some for myself, which is plenty of recompense." He patted the bag at his side containing the rest of the items. Jake emptied the pouch into his hand and gazed at the coins and rings.

"Why do I deserve such riches? I didn't kill the beast," he said, incredulous.

"I got plenty for myself, and perhaps you might get Lucas a sword and some training to help protect Deidre when they go to the market. I might not be around next time," Dante replied, persuasive as always. With that said, he turned to Deidre and said, "Goodbye, Deidre. It has been a pleasure." He bent in a full court bow and kissed her hand chastely, but looked her in the eye and winked at her. She smiled and furtively licked her lips with that pink tongue that had recently licked his cock.

"Goodbye, Dante. May your travels bring you happiness," she said with a curtsy that would pass muster in a Lord's house.

He mounted Falco and rode away down the road. Just before loosing sight of them into the woods, he turned and waved at them. They were still watching him and returned the farewell.