Yes, and join him in a meal as well.

“Good day to you” the priest said as he drew back the hood of his cloak, revealing his face.

Tragg had been born of simple stock, but had the features and bearing of the aristocracy. His face was long with a narrow nose and thin lips. His eyes were a cool, piercing blue, like deep mountain pools. And lastly, despite being a man of some forty-two years of age, the self taught priest had rich, black hair cut close to his skull. And while he’d been told in spite by those who had rejected him, he wore a short beard the covered his chin, as well as a mustache.

The two maidens looked at him tentatively, and the shorter of the two whispered something the priest couldn’t make out to her taller companion. “Good day to you” the taller girl said as the two came to a halt beside the road a few paces from Tragg. He nodded graciously and smiled at the flaxen haired beauties.

“I am a traveler, a priest, and I have traveled a great distance. I have bread, wine and cheese in my bag, and was planning to rest in the clearing to enjoy the sunlight, and partake of my food. I insist that the two of you join me, and tell me all that you know of your lands and people.”

The two considered him with a mixture of trepidation and wonder. After a few moments of awkward silence, the shorter girl, dressed in the blue stepped closer to him, pulling the other girl behind her by the hand

“I’m Amala, and this is my sister Hauna. I’m eighteen years, and just because she’s been on this earth for two more years than I, she thinks she can control me like our mother. The taller girl shook her head in disagreement, and her cheeks flushed red. “That’s not true Hauna, and you know it. It just that we must use caution among those that we do not know. I am sure that good priest would agree, isn’t that true, good priest?” Amala said with a pleading look in her dark brown eyes. She was wearing her hair down, and unbound. It blew in the gentle breeze, and she drew her fingers around it periodically, pulling it out of her face. He nodded, a warm smile spreading over his face. Her younger sister smiled brightly at Tragg, her face full of innocent wonder as her pulled his bag from his shoulder. Hauna wore her hair in pigtailed braids on either side of her head, the ends of which rested on top of her ample breasts.

“We would be happy to eat with you, good priest. But we must be brief, as we have to bring the milk in these pails to our neighbor who will be giving us some quail’s eggs in exchange. “ Hauna said as she led Tragg and her sister towards the meadow.

“My name is Tragg, and I am most pleased to have met such fair and friendly maidens.” as he walked behind Hauna up a narrow, well worn path, closely followed by Amala, whose dress Tragg noticed as he glanced over his shoulder was nearly transparent as she was backlit by the sun. He hoped the two would be swayed easily, and that upon seeing the jewel, and a few passages from the ancient book, he would be able to take them both. He chuckled lowly, glad the cloak hid his rapidly stiffening cock.

At the top of the hill he sat, and the two sisters set down their pails, and sat down on the soft cushion of field grass. They carefully spread out the skirts of their dresses, covering their legs. The sister were both bare footed, and they crossed their legs at the ankle as Tragg pulled the food from his knapsack. The jewel seemed hot, resting just below his throat.

“So tell me about this land, and yourselves” he said as he set the bottle of wine between them, alongside the wheel of cheese and the loaf of bread he had been given two nights before. Hauna leaned forward slightly and gave him a glimpse of her firm, young tits as she picked up the bottle of wine and uncorked it.