Chp 17

They rested after the feast.

The next day the princess of the cold desert asked for an audience and was gladly granted. She was the daughter of enemies; truth be told, she wanted asylum, the princess informed her that she would pay for her board and lodging. Obsequious, she publicly presented to the countess a small trunk full of black pearls, emeralds, gold coins, rubies to throw away, incense, myrrh, storax, essence of roses in a drum. Grains of a delicious concoction from faraway Ethiopia she showed, grains of a plant from faraway Thailand she gave.

Of course immediately as to a sister the countess accepted.

At that rude and brutal moment the troll Igor a scimitar had crafted to please the young woman and thus conquer her heart. A growl towards the daughter of the cold desert he gave.

This one felt something inside that was breaking, the inside of her monumental legs sweated, her hips shook. It was that the end of her widowhood shortened. She would go to her rooms and her eyes did not hide their burning heat. "Macho" cravings she had. He had to find out. For decency towards the countess nothing asked. This restrained one did not give him any information. Among women there are secrets that are more hidden. She did not know who knocked at night on the doors of the serene countess with a smile that was not shy and eyes that sometimes gave away fire.

She was told in Latin that the troll at the inn where he was found, the rumor reported that a service, mother of three, barely half of the Troll thing endured.

That made the princess wet her lips, increased her trembling.

A dance of her land in honor of the countess danced. Voluptuous, curvaceous, that dance the countess understood. It was calling someone to action.

The countess to see how far her insinuation went asked her to perform the sword dance, which she did to perfection, totally naked between 4 torches she danced.

His hard-working knights had neither the capacity nor the strength to tame such a female.

The countess accepted. A new couple was about to be formed. Her house would respect her. They would know how to find ways and means. The princess of the cold desert knew how to keep up appearances. She would know how to act.

That's why Troll Igor in his naked bed rested, after bathing with ice water, a rough day he had had. Silently the door opened. Dressed in transparent silk the princess entered.

The naked man showed what she longed to see, touch and kiss. Both their tongues joined with unleashed passion. He lifted her up and in his arms he lifted her, then gently nothing outside left her. Brave woman she was. Both fought with ardor. She was never attacked in that place. He mercilessly broke her there and then. Fainting and content, naked in each other's arms they awoke. A satisfied female is the image of beauty, that was the face she showed...

With difficulty walking she went to the dining room to have breakfast and accompany the countess, who undisguisedly smiled. Appearances had to go on, so the woman understood.

However, urgent matters distracted the countess's attention. She gathered her officers. Important news she gave. It was the final part of the song

It was that a sealed letter she received. The old archduke accepted his fate. Request of marriage for his son he signed and he felt his death, so in the writing he made it known to him.

An emissary sent to the king with the news he expected to receive. The expenses and court expenses would be paid. It was the duty of the betrothed to pay, all that the princess of the cold desert gave, as a wedding gift all expenses accepted and incurred...no one would pay anything.

. A joyful caravan was prepared for the capital and on a Thursday afternoon, under an intense heat, they went to the old castle to look for the groom, who ran after little birds, without knowing what he would be required for, nor in what way he conquered such a beautiful woman.

III

The old archduke, an old man who had seen everything, was not deceived... He knew what the intentions of the beautiful countess were, his sad lands would pass to another owner and he would be thrown into the old cock's broth.

Reports of what was done by the girl he received. Who leaves eunuch to 400 fierce sons of the desert, no doubt a widow would be very soon, he himself headlong to the grave would go, a new royal archduchess there would be.

The old man with a mad son, with no arms to twist, from his own door, with sorrowful face for the second time saw that caravan that joyfully arrived, with announcements of death and funeral for him.