Being Invited In by Host

Danulf’s attention was on the remaining attackers.  A big blonde man cleaved two men and had the remaining men around him fleeing in terror.  A small red headed woman wounded one of her attackers before he reached her.  Danulf had three men on the ground moaning in pain.  That was when a glimmer of moonlight shimmered in the sun, catching his attention.  The woman mounted a large dog.  Danulf got in an eyeful of bright white hair.  He had never seen such a beautiful color.  It distracted him for a moment.  He looked at her body-the ladies figure was something out of his dreams.  He felt himself stir with lust.  He realized with a shock that he wanted her, something that had not happened to him before.  But the last two attackers were almost upon her, and she seemed unable to fight back.  He took the pike and ran toward her.

     Danulf realized he would not get to the two attackers on time.  He spun the pike, throwing it at the men.  The pike flew through the air with a whistling sound, first hitting one of the men in the back of the head, then ricocheting to pierce the other in the arm.  Danulf ran forward to make sure the men were not going to get up again.

     The man, in the caravan tent, sat back watching the combat.

He started thinking that these individuals would do nicely for the task he wanted finished.  Smiling he got up off his pillow leaving the tent.  He walked toward the combatants.  He watched a man with jet black hair lift, a man with the stab wound, punching him in the face.  The man with jet black hair dropped the man, then the man with jet black hair shouted,  “Don’t come any closer.”

     “I am duly warned.  But before you deal with me as you did these dogs, know that I am the man who sent the letters.” He shouted back and smiled reaching out his left hand in greeting.  The man with jet black hair reluctantly accepted.  The woman on the hound heard what was said the turned the beast around.  The giant blonde man walked forward with the red haired woman.  “Let’s go to my tent and talk the particulars of the job I need of all of you to do.”  He looked each of the individuals in the eye, waved his hands toward his tent then lead the way into the shady coolness.