A Meeting of Like Minds

Arriving back at the camp, Kazo was surprised to see Ungonius out of his tent. The bandit leader was once again sat on his makeshift throne, but now the woman he had taken from Meadowfort sat at his knee, naked as the day she was born, her head resting against his thigh.

Stood before Ungonius was a man that Kazo immediately recognised. It was the balding man that had been peeping on Marianna the night that Kazo and his men had spiked the village’s water supply. In the light of day he was even more unimpressive to the urkan. The man was certainly no bandit, wearing a well made but much worn tunic over a pair of soft lepsi boots. He was balding with a distinct paunch, a sign of a soft life, the kind Kazo hated people for having.

“Kazo!” Ungonius roared happily, “Come meet our new friend!”

Kazo pulled Marianna towards Ungonius, the woman, now fully under the control of the concoction came without fuss. As they approached, the man turned and recognition dawned on his face as he looked at Marianna. Kazo wanted to laugh in the man’s face and scream ‘She’s mine!’

“This is Omlin. ‘e’s from Meadowfort. The crafty devil worked out we were addin’ somethin’ to the village water.”

“Yes...My Lord. I saw your chaps about the village and night adding whatever it is to the wells.” Omlin said with a smug sneer.

“Haw! Get that Kazo. You and your urkan boys got rumbled!” Ungonius laughed uproariously.

“What is he doing here?” Kazo asked with gritted teeth. He wanted to grab the wretched aeln by his two arms and pull them from his fat torso.

“Said ‘e can ‘elp us. The people in Meadowfort will stumble around uselessly unless they ‘ave someone to give ‘em an order. Bit of a mess there right now, but Omlin ‘ere will get those stupid farmers back out in their field.”

“Sounds...good.” Kazo admitted, “But what does he want in return?”

Omlin’s eyes settled on Marianna.

“We will discuss that once 'e 'as everythin’ in order again.” Ungonius pulled Paleme up into his lap and slid his hand up her side to cup one of her breasts. He jiggled it in the palm of his hand. He kissed the base of her neck before looking at Omlin and Kazo.

“You can go now.”

Omlin scurried away without another word, leaving Kazo standing with Marianna looking at his boss. Ungonius was no longer paying attention to the urkan, to caught up in the pretty village girl he had dandled on his knee.

Kazo felt a moment of disgust watching Ungonius, but it was soon swept away when he felt the warm hand in his.

Fuck him, Kazo thought, he has his prize, but I have mine.

He turned and looked at Marianna. The woman was still completely under the effect of the leaf laced water, swaying gently on her feet and waiting for his command. Kazo growled animal-like, and scooped Marianna off the ground, rushing as fast as he could to the privacy of his own tent.