Authors: Carmella Jones
Chapter Four
It was just barely dawn when Agnes left the inn. Not even the old keeper was at her desk yet, and when Agnes left the quaint little place, she saw that the rest of the town seemed to still be asleep, barring only a few sentries who were on the lookout.
Regardless of whether or not Faolan might still be asleep, Agnes made her way to his cottage and entered the abode. An older woman, perhaps in her mid-40s, sat at the hearth. She was just lighting it to start the day's cooking when she turned up and smiled at Agnes in greeting.
"Well, young miss. If we survive today, I'll greet you as our hero, but today I will just be calling you young miss, if that's okay," she said.
Agnes smiled at the woman and nodded. "Whatever you'd like to call me, as long as it isn't an insult, is fine by me. Is Faolan here?" she asked.
"What do you want to talk with my boy at this hour of the morning for?" the woman asked. She must have been Faolan's mother. She did bear a striking resemblance to him, both in her curly and wild hair and her rather tall build. Other than that, she was a delicate looking woman, though she'd obviously worked hard for most of her life. Her skin was tanned and dry, cracking at the elbows and at the joints in her hand. She had labored in her life, that was for certain. Yet, her green eyes and honest smile made her beautiful regardless of that. If only Faolan had such a warm and inviting smile.
"I would like to know what his plans are for the upcoming battle," Agnes replied.
"And why do you worry your head over that, m'dear?" the woman asked in a soft tone and continued to tend to her hearth. The flames were just beginning to bud amongst the logs and the dry leaves. At this period, much like a baby, the flames needed tender care and constant supervision to survive.
Agnes was a bit dumbstruck by the question momentarily. "Are you worried that too many people will question Faolan today?" Agnes asked, trying to pinpoint the reason for the bizarre question.
"No, young miss. I asked the question because you would do better the see what you can help others around the town with rather than meddling in the men's affairs," the woman replied.
"Meddling? Ma'am, it is for my meddling that your town got the warning about the attack planned on your borders today. It is for my meddling that we have a spiked fence around the town. My meddling, it seems to me, brings about more good than would me walking aimlessly around town, offering whatever strength I can to help others," Agnes replied, a little indignant fire burning within her in response to the implied insult that she was incapable of being a part of the "men's" discussion on battle tactics.
This brazenness coming from a young woman surprised Faolan's mother. She didn't say anything at first, giving Agnes a bewildered look before she tended to her fire for a moment. "I guess they don't teach you noble women too much about manners. Then again, no one would have to, because you don't have to worry about offending anyone. You're above everyone else, after all,"
Agnes felt somewhat bad for what she had said now. Though she believed she had every right to be a part of whatever ragtag war council that the town could throw together, yelling at Faolan's mom was unconscionable.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry. I've traveled so far, and been the victim of a great deal of hardship recently. I didn't mean what I said," Agnes said softly, putting a hand on the woman's shoulder.
"Well, I can understand that you're under stress. I think everyone is right now," she replied softly. "Faolan should be downstairs. I got him up not too long ago, and he gathered some of his friends over to discuss plans. I have no idea if you'll even be welcomed to join the conversation, but there isn't any harm in trying."
Agnes went downstairs as per the instructions of Faolan's mother, and sure enough there were about five men, Faolan included, all discussing things in a sluggish, clearly sleep-deprived manner over the dim lighting of the oil lamp.
Upon her arrival, Faolan was the first to look up and notice Agnes, but he was not the first to speak. She could tell that Faolan didn't seem to really know what to say. One of his compatriots who noticed him looking up, however, had a few things to say.
"What are you doing down here? Don't you know we're discussing strategy, woman? Or are you trying to spy for the enemy?" the man asked, glaring down at Agnes. She was deeply insulted by all the insults levied against her because of her gender, but she pretended as though she were unfazed as she calmly approached the table. Once she was no more than five paces away, she spoke up.
"My name is Agnes Levin, and I'm the reason that you know about the impending attack. I'm also the reason your village is defended with the spike pit now," Agnes replied confidently.
"Oh? Did you dig the moat, find and sharpen the sticks, and place them? Because last time I checked, the whole town came together building that ditch," the man asked, and he seemed like he was going to continue when Faolan stopped him short.
"Perhaps she is a woman, but she's a damn intelligent one. I want her on our side, because she's proven herself to be quite capable. Agnes, we don't have an extra chair, but I'm sure Jerry will give you his seat. After all, he couldn't sit while a lady had to stand," Faolan said, his attention focusing on the man who was just berating Agnes.
Jerry mumbled and grumbled and protested, but eventually he did relinquish his seat to Anges, and she sat down, smoothing down her ruined skirt and folding her hands on the table.
"We have scouts who report that the English are coming by a road that will lead them to the east of our town. That's not a big deal, considering the defenses lined up around the outside wall of the town. But perhaps we should also consider evacuating that side of town and taking everyone to the church to hide in," Faolan suggested. His plan was relatively sound--though it was very predictable.
Depending on the size, layout, and fortitude of the castle, lying in wait there may be an efficient solution to the problem. Agnes thought this at least, but several complaints were raised about the castle not being big enough to house everyone, nor was it capable of withstanding a protracted war.
"I can protect the church by myself. There's no worry of being overwhelmed once we're inside," Faolan said, his face turning red in anger at the group disagreeing with his plan.
"No, Faolan. You could take on any man in combat, but if they start hurling cannonballs for direction, or they just decide to lay siege to our town while we're all holed up in a castle, where would that leave us?" one man demanded. This did cool down Faolan's temper slightly, but Agnes could tell he was still definitely upset.
"Perhaps Faolan has an idea that just needs further refined, here," Agnes spoke up. All but Faolan rolled their eyes at her voicing her thoughts on the matter, but as long as Faolan seemed receptive, she didn't need anything else. "How many houses have basements dug out like this?" Agnes asked.
"Several places do. The pub, the inn, my house, and a few other houses. I would say maybe five major places in town have this underground area," Faolan replied.
"Good. Then if we could convince the entire town to hole up in just these underground spaces and let what Englishmen in who can pass the trap, they will think that we've all absconded. Instead, they will be surprised when we emerge and attack against all expectations," Agnes proposed. Faolan was yet again amazed.
Faolan stood up and turned to his compatriots. "Spread the word. Everyone below ground--now! We want to make the bloody Brits think that we just set that trap for them and ran for our lives," Faolan said, and though his men weren't happy about following an order that was ultimately from a woman, none dared to argue with Faolan. So, the order was carried out, and everyone in the town abandoned what they were doing for a subterranean hiding place instead.
Chapter Five
In the five locations around town that had the basements, Faolan assigned a few soldiers to each destination. This ensured that the British were attacked from multiple different angles, and were confused at every turn. Perhaps this was a dirty trick, but Faolan wasn't going to fight fair with men who were trying to steal his homeland away from him.
When the Brits did come, their announcement was the whinny of dying horses being impaled on the traps that everyone worked so hard to lay. However, that simple trap didn't stop the invading force, though it did cull some of their number. Agnes could only hope that the number that were removed from the force were enough to give the small town a fighting chance.
As the sounds of the British exploring the land above them became more obvious, the soldiers all prepared to attack, though they had strict orders not to strike until it was three in the afternoon, which would turn out to be a mere half hour after the British arrived. It was important to work as a team and get the job done with as few casualties as possible. To maximize that, they had to all attack at the same time, and in as coordinated a manner as possible.
The tension, excitement, and the fear, these were all in the air, just as tangible as anything. Agnes particularly felt this because Faolan was in her location, and he was intensely worried about the upcoming battle. However, this worry wasn't nearly as disconcerting as the screaming that she heard pour out of his throat when the time was upon them. This noise was somewhere between a human yell and a guttural howl from a wolf. The unholy sound was inexplicable until she saw that fur had begun to sprout from Faolan's body, and he slowly began hunching over until he was a beast on four legs.
Faolan became the largest wolf that she'd ever seen in her life within minutes. Agnes couldn't believe her eyes, even as she saw Faolan bark to address his men, and then hasten out onto the field. For a moment, Agnes was dumbstruck, but she wasn't going to let these soldiers fight all by themselves. So, she followed the soldiers out mere minutes after they left, and found them on the battle field, plunging spears and swords into one another. From the corpse of a British soldier, Agnes took a spear and joined into the fray.
Agnes was able to kill one Brit by driving the spear into his head while he was still confusedly processing the information that a woman was on the battlefield before him. This was one instance in which sexism actually paid off for. However, the dumb luck she had in her first battle dried up incredibly quickly, and she was soon surrounded by men with spears.
"This is the end," Agnes said softly to herself. "So much for Divine Providence. Well, God, take me when you will, I am yours," Agnes supplicated, wanting her last words on the planet to be in the glory of the creator. While at some point in the future, they may well have been, as she closed her eyes and covered her heart with her hands, the awful sound of screaming and bone crunching echoed around her.
Agnes opened her eyes and looked around to see that Faolan had protected her from the terrible fate. It was incredible. However, she knew she couldn't continue this battle, and so she ran into the house that she had left and hid there until after the battle was concluded.
Chapter 6
"It looks to me like both of us managed to save the other's hide at some point. If you hadn’t given us the idea for the traps, I doubt we would have won," Faolan said, once they were back at his abode after a successful defense against the British scum.
"And if it weren't for your . . . power, then I know I would have been long gone. Thank you," Agnes said in an unusually gentle and friendly tone. "I owe you my life, Faolan."
"And everyone in town owes you theirs," Faolan replied confidently,
"No, they only
maybe
owe me their lives. You
definitely
saved mine, Faolan. How did you, or how can you do what you do? With the transforming?" she asked.
"Well, it's always run on my dad's side of the family. The oldest son becomes the heir for this power. The son then carries on the bloodline," Faolan replied.
"That's fascinating," Agnes said, and then a silence ensued while they ate their food and relaxed.
"I thank you again, from the bottom of my heart. The disrespect I showed you before was unconscionable," Faolan said, but Agnes just scooted closer to him and put her hand over his. "I understand how you must feel I bossed you around and you aren't used to a woman doing that. Yet, I was good at it, so you had a hard time refusing me. I understand why that put you in a difficult dilemma," Agnes replied softly.
Faolan didn't know what to make of this advance, but he had to admit, he was attracted to this strong, shapely, powerful woman. He'd never known another woman like her.
He slowly leaned in to give Agnes a kiss, simply to test the waters. Agnes responded by letting out a contented sigh and returning the kiss.
"Agnes, I don't want to ever lose you. You managed to do some incredible things while you were in control," Faolan said, but Agnes interrupted him with a kiss.
"No talking now," she said, breathless. She felt such an attraction to Faolan, even if he did annoy her on more than one occasion during her stay in this little town. He would get better, and see her in a more fair light. Of this, Agnes was sure.
"Will you stay with me, if we do this? Will we work together from now on?" Faolan asked. to Agnes, he seemed more womanly than she did by fretting over whether or not they were getting ready to do what they were getting ready to do out of feelings of love or lust. For Agnes, it was admittedly more of the latter motivation, but she was very fond of Faolan.
"Just don't go changing into a dog on me," Agnes replied and locked her lips with Faolan’s. Though he was shy, like a smiling virgin, he did know how to give Agnes what she wanted when he got into the rhythm of it. His hands began to gradually wander after they had been kissing for a fair while, and they explored her body. He massaged her love handles, ran his fingers over her plump but pleasant stomach, and then rested his hands on her breasts.
He spent ample time massaging her breasts and giving them all the attention they deserved, Agnes all the while moaning out in pleasure. The cottage next to them would undoubtedly hear what they were doing and instantly know what they were up to. However, as caught up in the moment as they were, neither could bring themselves to care.
After doing a thorough exploration of her body, which Agnes wished she could have compensated this fine gentleman for doing, he threw off his own clothes. Agnes’ had long ago been discarded.
Faolan began to gently run his fingers along Agnes' engorged clitoris to stimulate it further. The feeling was so electrifying, so incredibly good, Agnes nearly screamed out in rapture as she enjoyed the sensation. That wasn't to last long, however, because once Faolan managed to loosen up Agnes enough with his fingers, he slowly inserted his cock into her entrance.
The moan she made after that was followed by a series of quick and shallow breaths, obviously trying to cope with the feeling of pleasure that she was experiencing, which was new to her entirely. Those sensations only got better as Faolan picked up speed and began stroking her clitoris as he continued to fuck her. She screamed out in ecstasy as she felt her lower body contract and a wave of white-hot pleasure wash over her. She convulsed in that pleasure and shivered slightly when she was done.
Faolan, being a virgin, had never seen anything like this. So, he stopped thrusting and continuously asked Agnes if she was okay, though Agnes didn't reply until she was finished riding out the waves of her orgasm.
"I . . ." she began, but didn't finish right away. She was too busy catching her breath from all the moaning she had been doing. "I'm okay. You keep going," Agnes encouraged, wanting him to finish as well.
Faolan didn't need to be told twice, and so he kept thrusting until he came, then curled up with Agnes in his arms like a puppy.
"You're going to stay with me, and help me fight, right?" Faolan asked.
"As long as you marry me, then yes. You do plan on marrying me, right?" Agnes replied, meeting his question with one of her own.
"Of course," Faolan said with a chuckle. He wouldn't do it any other way.
THE END