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could think of was the lady in the tower.  He would ram himself into this one and think about the sable strands of silk he had been staring at for the past few days.  He couldn’t understand why he was so fixated on this particular girl when he couldn’t even really see her, just basically a figure.  A quite nice one, but just a figure nonetheless.  He suddenly looked at this whore and stopped himself.  Why?   He got up and backed away.  He couldn’t imagine why he was doing such a thing.  It wasn’t as if he had never found relief in the arms of a prostitute before.  She slithered over to him and rubbed her crotch against his swollen cock as her fingertips stroked his chest.  He grabbed her hands, looked into her eyes and instead of saying something seductive, he said in a controlled, but firm voice, “I can indeed understand everything you said and I tell you now, you  need to get out girl, go on now, do as I say.”  She winced, gathered her clothing and ran out as if the tent was on fire. After she was outside, she looked back with what looked like regret.  Eriik would probably live to regret his actions as well.
    Th e other men had no such problems. They were coupling with everything they could get their hands on, waiting in line at times.  After getting finished with one girl, some of the men would go to another tent to take on another.  They were having quite an enjoyable evening.  They couldn’t say much for the English warriors, but their whores were impressive.
    Eriik was glad his men could burn off their energy and frustrations.  They would need a release after these days of waiting and it would do them good when the time came for battle.  He rested, tried to sleep but only the lady paraded through his head.  He knew not if it was a dream or if he was wide awake.  Nevertheless, he was wondering if he was losing his mind. 

Chapter 5
     
    The days in the castle went by and everyone was on pins and needles.  The talk was of these heathens’ plans, and non-stop gossiping about the men themselves, mostly of their leader, the tallest and most muscular of these giants.  With his long, golden hair, he fought with a sword, axe, javelin, and bow expertly. The men were talking about his expertise with his weapons and how to defeat him but their women spoke of him in much different ways, usually giggling and blushing.  They knew he was their enemy, but couldn’t help themselves when it came to his obvious physical attributes.  When their husbands came along, their conversation changed to terror again, their feelings being a little of both.  Lillian and all the young ladies of the court were also terrified and fascinated with him at the same time.  Lillian couldn’t help herself when she ran up to the tower to sneak a look at him when no one noticed.  A couple of times some of her ladies in waiting accompanied her as they watched him pace up and down the field and practice weaponry with his men.  As they stared Lillian felt thrilling sensations that she couldn’t quite explain and realized that if her mother knew, she would be locked in her room for a week as punishment.  It all seemed so innocent up in the tower so far beyond his reach.  But sometimes she noticed that he would be looking back at her and could imagine their eyes locking even if it was too far away to really know.  She thought perhaps she was imagining it, but some strange feelings would jolt her stomach and between her thighs and while Lillian had never had these particular sensations before, they were very disconcerting.
    She really had no rationalization for such strange emotions and the tingling was not all that dreadful, so she decided to treat this like everything else she couldn’t, or didn’t want to explain, and place it in the back of her mind until another time.
    Eriik, on the other hand could n’t stop thinking of the lady of the manor with the pale, beautiful skin, and the long dark locks.  Surely it was