Chapter 4

Cillian remained kneeling in the pond, washing the mess off his stomach, cock, and balls while Stace dried off with his jerkin and then gathered up the rest of his clothing.

“Thanks for the ride, stud,” he said. “Hope you see you again out here soon.” He turned and vanished into the shadows of the trees.

Cillian sat still for several minutes watching the place where Stace disappeared. It’d be good to have some new clothes, but Uncle Pepys would be furious.

He’ll never allow me to wear something nicer than Arten or Dodd. He’ll probably burn them. And if I get haircut, he’ll wonder where the money came from. Then he’ll restrict my movements even more, Cillian thought. Even keeping me in the dungeon until they get desperate for firewood or something else they can’t handle themselves.