Jarvik stifled a string of curses and listened, trying to gauge the approaching danger. His weapons and clothes lay on the far bank. The heavy thud of booted feet trampling dried twigs and the low murmurs of male voices grew louder. It had been foolish to stop and bathe in the pond. But he had kept a galloping pace for many days in the futile hopes of curbing his boiling temper, and the temptation of a cool swim had proved irresistible. Tall pines and boulders surrounded the shallow pool. He swam into a narrow crevice and waited, sitting on the pebbles lining the pond’s bed. The morning sun blazed, and a swift breeze tossed pine needles across the high boulder to his right. A maiden appeared on the stone’s ridge. He stopped breathing and drank in the view of her profiled form. She began to disrobe, shedding wimple, half boots, and the drab brown cyrtel she wore. She removed a layer of thick padding wrapped from mid-thigh to just above her breasts. ’Twas all he could do to halt the growl erupting from his throat.
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