I had come to Morose two weeks ago, to impress the simpletons with my grand tales. I had spent an awful lot of time at the local tavern that was called the bard’s maiden. Surprisingly, these fools weren’t easily impressed, they all thought I was just lying, that this was some   elaborate scheme to get free drinks. Where did they get that idea? It is hard sometimes to understand how the simple peasant’s brains are working. Well, they had not been to kind this two weeks while I had been here, and I was down to my last pennies. However, I believed that they all would come around eventually. Farmers are simple folks, eventually they understand their mistake and come back apologizing with their tail between their legs, and then I would only ask for two wine glasses as an apology. Quite generous for a first-class hero like myself.

The bard’s maiden was a place desperate people came to be drowned in booze and breasts. No man in their right mind would stay here for long. I wouldn’t either, but the local lords didn’t want to take me in for some reason. You could see it in the men’s eyes, these were men who had given up on life. It was my solemn duty to tell these men that heroes like I still existed and were keeping the world peaceful. They had no need to worry about monster’s or corrupt wizards. Things like that was taken care of by the professionals.

The bard’s maiden had perhaps been a splendid tavern in its early days, but now it felt like the place was falling apart. The tavern had two floors, one for drinking, and the other floor was for sleeping and sex. If you had the coin, you could get the serving girls up there, but they weren’t cheap. Not that I needed money for that kind of thing. Two weeks at this tavern and one of the tavern girls had caught my eyes. Her name was Stacy. Her hair was black, and she had been blessed by two very impressive set of breasts. I had caught her eyes sometimes, and I could see immediately that she liked me. She wanted me; she probably could not sleep at night because she wanted me so badly. She lately had been saying no to customers when they had asked her to go up to one of the bedrooms. There could only be one reason. She was saving herself, waiting for me to make a move.    

I was sitting at my local table, entertaining a little crowd about my great accomplishments. I had my feet on the table. The table was greasy, and I refused to ruin my beautiful coat that had been with me for so many adventures. I would rather be caught dead than put my elbow on it. It would not hurt if these beautiful serving girls would sometimes clean up the tables, for a change, but the only thing they were cleaning up was themselves apparently. 

Finally, I had enough people at my table, and I felt that I could preach about my greatest’s feats.        

   “My name is Loran Log, you may have heard of me, after all I have accomplished more deeds than any normal man would do in their entire lifetime. If you aren’t familiar with my name. Perhaps you have heard of my deeds. It was I who stole the sangarian keys to the emperor’s treasure chamber. It was I who located the lost liberion library. Where I learned secret’s that had been long ago forgotten. I have stolen more maiden hearts, than any man could possibly imagi- “

   “What did you say your name was? Loran Log? Log! That’s a fine hero name that!” the man laughed and swallowed more beer from his tankard.

   “Where are those texts from the Liberion library?” another idiot asked.

I smiled and took a sip from my wine glass. Beer was only for simpletons.

   “In safe keeping my friend. Why would I take them to a regular tavern?”

The other man could not shut up about my last name. I stared him right in the eye to make him silent. I felt a desire to reach for my inner pocket, but no that would only cause problems. Balron would be able to locate it or one of his many henchmen. I was probably a little bit paranoid; I was after all not in Elvanon anymore, but you could never know for sure. I returned to shut this little squirrel up.

   “What matter does my surname make? It is for the bards to make me famous. Like Loran the clever, or Loran the bold. Or perhaps Loran the mighty? Only time will tell my dear friends.”

The people around me were about to lose interest in me and turned around to have a conversation with someone else. I sighed, in my glass while I took another sip. They hadn’t even as much as bought a glass of wine for me, and my glass wouldn’t fill itself. I had almost given up hope when the last listener left my table. My thoughts pondered on the question if I should leave early and try again another day. Or I could also go and talk with Stacy and make her dreams come true. I was after all a gentleman, and it wasn’t right to let her wait.

 However, my spirits rose when a man walked into the bar. The man was wearing a black hat with a white feather in it. I could see that under it his hair was brown, and he wore a red coat that made him stand out from the rest in the bar. On his back was a lute. I knew immediately that I needed him as one of my listeners. If I had him at my table, it would grab the interest of the rest of the men in the bar. I whistled at him.

   “Friend! Come and sit down with me and we will talk a little!”

The man ordered a beer and came to join my table. He reached out his hand and said,

   “I’m Nigel, and you are?”

I didn’t even bother to bring forth my hand.

   “I’m Loran Log! A man like you has definitely heard of me, I presume?”

   “Um, can’t say I have. What was the name again?”

   “Loran Log!” I shouted. Perhaps I had overestimated this man. Perhaps he was a simpleton like the rest.

   “Uhm, sorry can’t say I have. What have you done exactly?”

   “I’m Loran Log. My golden hair is more precious than the noble metal itself. My black coat is woven by a princess that was ready to do anything to win my heart. The god’s trembles before me, and the ladies swoon over me, and when they go back to their husbands, they feel only disgust, knowing that they never will be satisfied by their men again. I Have been with more than a hundred women. And many orgasms have taken place by my female companions under my cloak. Usually on a high hill where the stars were only witnesses.” Nigel’s expression was in absolute horror.

   “You have been with more than a hundred ladies?”

My smile was of the purest confidence, and I was delighted. Finally, I had this man’s attention.                 “That’s right. The women aren’t used to be with real men, so when they meet a real hero, they become like clay in my hand that I can shape and bend however I please.” I noticed to my annoyance that the wine was gone.

   “Could you perhaps buy me a glass Nigel? All talking is making me thirsty.”

   “But don’t you understand the danger! A hundred women!” Nigel took out his handkerchief, to get rid of his sweat on his brow.

   “You must be carrying a lot of diseases by now, and those poor women. Did they know the danger? Did you tell them how many women you’ve been with?” My smile died.

   “Women don’t want to hear stuff like that. I can see that you aren’t that experienced with opposite sex.”

    “That may be true but still! There is a good healer here in Morose, you should go to him right away. And all those body fluids, please tell me that you wash your cloak after you are done with the sexual act?”

   “Heroes don’t have time for that. We have tyrants to overthrow, and secrets long forgotten to find. Don’t you worry about my wellbeing; my body repels all the diseases.” Nigel looks with wonder ins his eyes.

   “Really?”

I nodded impatiently.

   “Really. So how is it going to be with that glass of wine? I…”

   “But that’s incredible! The bards should write songs about you. With a body like that and all the deeds you have done. Everyone should have to hear about your deeds. The bards could make you immortal!”

I was surprised but happy to Nigel’s sudden change in behavior.

    “You take the words from my mouth Nigel, and aren’t you by any chance a bard?” I pointed at his lute.

Nigel was startled. Then he looked down at his lute like he had never seen the thing before.            “Oh, I guess you are right. By the way, why is your coat several numbers too big?”

   “Glad you asked Nigel. I tell you if you buy me a glass of wine.”

Two minutes later Nigel was back with the finest wine in all Morose. It’s called the baroness’s daughter. But it’s called the red princess where I come from.

   “So why is your coat so large?” Asked Nigel once more.

   “It is so large because that I will be able to hide my muscles from unsuspecting folks. My muscles are harder than any steel, and my stomach is greater than any plate body. Once three men wanted to fight me, and when I took of my coat and they saw what they were up against, they fled immediately. A great magician never reveals his best trick first, and that philosophy can be applied to life as well.”

   “You certainly are a clever man. Mr. Log.”

   “That you have to be if you ever want to accomplish anything in this world.”

At that comment, Nigel looked a bit sad.

   “Now when you have heard my story would you please hear mine?”

My thoughts were going to Stacy the tavern girl, and what she had under her blouse.

   “Um… Very well then, but only for you Nigel.” Said I with only half an ear.

   “You see, I’m not really all right in the head.” Nigel pointed at his head with his index finger.           “I got kicked by a donkey when I was little and since then, I’ve had a hard time working at my father’s farm. I have often been caught daydreaming, unable to focus on my task for long periods at the time. One day my father had enough. He had three other sons that did a far better job than I ever did, and he said to me one. Listen son I have had it with you. You are more of a problem than you are worth. If at least you could marry some lady with a rich father, you could be of some use to the family. But which woman would ever want to be your wife? Be gone with you and do not come back here again before you have better yourself and understand what a woman wants from a man. That was almost one year ago, and I have been on the road ever since.” He took out his lute and played uncertainly a few notes.

   “Oh, please great Loran! No one understands women like you do! Help me reclaim my honor so I can go back to my father once again. I know you don’t really have time for me, but I have gold that I can pay for your troubles. Certainly, it must be worth for something?”

I nodded understandably. This man needed my help, and it was a hero’s duty to help people that were less fortunate.

   “I hear that this new task, can one day be as immortalized as all my other deeds. Nigel, I will make you the greatest lover in the kingdom after me. I can already hear the bard singing about a hopeless man that wasn’t able to understand women, but everything changed that day he stumbled upon Loran Log. My friend we were fated to meet on this very day. Fear not, because all your troubles will be solved.”

Nigel wiped away his tears. “Really?”

   “My word is worth far more than any gold in the world. And after that since you are a bard will you write songs about me afterwards?”

   “I will, I’ll do anything.”

   “If you only knew how many women who have said that to me,” said I and wavered at Stacy so she would approach us.

   “Your first lesson starts right away. Nigel, you can’t drink that beer, that isn’t better than rat piss. No woman with any self-respect would ever talk to you.”

   “But I like beer.”

   “Forget about all that. You drink wine, otherwise you might as well stay sober for the ladies.” I wavered once more so the woman would hurry up. She was busy at another nearby table serving drinks.

   “Lesson two will be more of a demonstration. See that serving girl over there? I will engage in a conversation with the woman. Please notice how happy she will be when she gets the opportunity to talk with a man of confidence.” I turned away from Nigel.

   “Stacy! Come over! You have customers over here!”

 Stacy came over and bent over the table so she could pick up the used glasses and put them on her tray. While she was bending over you were almost able to see her nipples. I’m not going to lie. Stacy was one of the most beautiful women in the whole town, and the sight made me hard instantly.

   “Come and sit in my lap Stacy.”

She looked at me reluctantly. “Do you have any money today, Loran?”

I was almost going to reach for my paper in my pocket. That much I wanted her, but it wasn’t worth it. Not even for a girl like Stacy.

   “Oh, come on babe, we both know that money isn’t something you really care about. Come and sit in my lap, and we’ll make sure that we both are having a good time, and if I really feel like it, I might fix a room for you and me to spend the night. Lucky you.”

She slapped me harder than any woman has ever slapped me before. She turned around to serve other customers.

Nigel was looking at me questionably.  “What happened?”

   “You know how the fisher men sometimes let go of a fish, so they can catch a bigger one instead? Well, this is one of those moments.”

   “Ah, I guess that makes sense. If you had slept with her, it would have taken all night, and you would have gotten lost of an infinite potential with all the other women here in Morose.”

   “Finally, a man who can use their brain, Cheers!” A loud clang was heard when the glasses touched each other. I was growing fond of Nigel very quickly, he had stopped questioning everything I said, unlike the other fools in this tavern. How could a normal farmer understand a hero’s greatness? That task was up to the bards, and that wasn’t a small task, I began to realize.

“She is not going anywhere, no need to rush with women who spend all of their time on the same place,” said I to further drive home the point.

We talked for some more and appreciated each other’s company, and Nigel bought another glass of Wine when mine was empty. Shortly after that we caught words from a fisher man.

   “It’s true what they are saying around the town. The Seven ladies are coming here tomorrow. I guess we shouldn’t be too surprised. Morose is after all one of the biggest towns in the kingdom. I wonder how many of the men who will line up.”

   “I will!” said a man that had drunk a little too much for his own good. He was quickly silenced and forced down on the chair by his companions.

   “Do you know who the seven ladies are?” asked Nigel.

I shook my head.

   “I haven’t been in the kingdom for more than two weeks.”

   “So that’s why no one knows about your deeds yet? It hasn’t reached them, yet I suppose?”

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I nodded.  “But I guess we will know who these seven ladies are if we just listen further.”

The fisher man loved the attention he received. Some of the men even bought him beer. The fisherman, happy with his beer, resumed his story eagerly.

    “No one knows where they came from. They sought an audience with the king, and they quickly won his trust. It wasn’t long, until they lived at the court, and they quickly became the king’s lovers. There were many who was jealous of the king, but they controlled him with the art of sex, and therefore no one could lay a hand on him. He became so obsessed with them that he followed their every command. It wasn’t long until the seven ladies controlled the whole kingdom. One day however, they refuse to sleep with him. He was so mad with grief that he jumped from the tower. If he couldn’t be with them there was nothing left for him in this world. He didn’t have an heir, but before his death he gave the binding power to the seven ladies if something where to happen to him.”

   “How long was it since the ladies came to the kingdom?” asked one of the younger men.

   “Little more than a year, and the king died two months ago this week.”

   “I have heard that the seven ladies are beautiful, but killing himself over a woman? Well in this case several.” The young man was astounded.

The fisher man nodded in agreement.

   “I have never actually seen them, but they are described as the goddesses of sex.”

Another man interjected.

   “There is another version of the story. The other story is that he was poisoned and then pushed down from the tower, to make it look like an accident. But there aren’t many that talk about it. Is not as good story you see.”

   “Well, no matter. It seems clear that they were in for the power all along. The first story just makes them look more impressive.”

The young man could hardly contain his excitement any longer.

   “There is one other thing that I want to know about. Is it true that the man who manages too pleasure one of the ladies will have a wish granted? Any wish in the whole world?”

   “I’m aware of what you are referring to. The seven ladies are undoubtedly sorcerers, and then it would be possible for them to grant a wish.” The fisherman said that, like there was nothing more to think about.

“But why would they grant a wish for a good night?”

   “It is said that they are really hard to please, therefore they would be willing to grant a wish for a man who would be able to give one of them a good time. And why not? They have power and beauty; in their eyes, they probably have anything they want. This races the competition and gives them more to choose from. A simple wish is nothing for them to worry about. Therefore, they are traveling around the country to see if they can find a man that fits their needs.”

Nigel turned once more to me.

   “The god’s truly loves us, Loran!”

   “I beg your pardon?”

   “If we go there tomorrow, with your skill with women we are bound to succeed, and then we can make any wish we want! They might not take me but seeing you so casual around these goddesses will definitely be a good experience for me.”

I hesitated; I did not like sorceress. They might be associated with Balron. He was still looking for me, since I had killed his apprentice. However, the offer was hard to resist. If they took me and felt satisfied afterwards, I could make any wish come true. What was there to think about? Things like this were worth risking your life for.

   “Well let’s go tomorrow, these ladies have finally come to the right place.”

   “But what will you do, if one of the ladies is satisfied, and all the other wants have a share? Will your stamina endure it?”

   “No matter, I can have sex with all seven at once if they like. Poor bards, they are going to have their hands full with all the songs to make, when I’m done with this town.”

Nigel nodded.

   “Please tell me more of your adventures Loran.”

   “I’m here to entertain, your wish is my desire. Once I defeated a wizard that was chasing me by summoning a sea of fire. That was the last day any wizard ever picked a fight with me.” I told some more stories until it finally was time to sleep.

   “Let’s rest Loran, so we can do our best for tomorrow.”

We finished our glasses and went to bed.

   “Since I’m going to do all the work tomorrow you better be paying for my room as well.”

Nigel nodded.

    “That sounds fair.”

*

The very next day we went up early so we could head for the mansion the seven ladies were currently living at. Apparently, they were going to be here for two days before they would go on to the next city. Even though we were up early, were the town buzzling with people and their activities. Morose had a grand port, and the sailors had their hands full with loading the ships with new cargo. It didn’t take long before we reached the mansion. We had the sun on our backs and Nigel seemed to be in a particular good mood.

When we went into the mansion, we were greeted by a servant.

   “What business do you have here gentlemen?”

   “We’re here for the ladies of course.” Nigel said with pride in his voice.

The servant looked doubtful.

    “Really, you? You really think you have what it takes? These ladies have some acquired tastes, especially Lilith. Please tell me you at least have some experience, otherwise you are just wasting their time.”

Nigel got red in his face; he was angry.

   “How dare you! This is Loran! He has been with over a hundred women!”

I was grateful that he didn’t mention that my last name was Log. Stupid parents, but one day I’m going to make amends for it. Loran the lover sounded good, perhaps that could be my name known all throughout the lands? I looked down at my silver moon shaped necklace, the only thing I had from home. Feeling my annoyance ascending, but tried to think about the task at hand instead. 

   “They call me Loran the lover, and do not misjudge my trusty companion either.”

The servant sighted.

   “Very well proceed through that door. But these women are not to play around with. If you try to fool them, you will be sorry.”

Nigel had been staring at some paintings, but the words reached him back to the conversation.

  “Loran’s women become like wax in his hands! We need no advice from you!”

“Let it go. He’s only a simpleton how could he possibly understand.”

In the waiting room, there were only twenty men waiting. That made me nervous, shouldn’t more be here for a chance of sex and glory? Men were always horny, and an opportunity like this should bring more men. We noticed the young man from the tavern last night and proceeded to speak with him. Apparently, this simpleton’s name was George. 

   “How come there aren’t more men here George?” I asked.

He shook his shoulders.

   “I heard that many were sent away, that they smelled too bad. This is only the first day, some probably got the cold shoulder and decided to come tomorrow instead. Then you have to take into the account men who would get murdered by their wife’s if they showed up here.”

   “It’s still working hours, perhaps more will show up tonight?” asked Nigel.

   “Yeah, and the bastard wasn’t almost going to let me in. How did he treat you?”

   “He was severely glad to see us. He almost burst out in tears saying the day was saved.”

   “Really how come?”

Nigel shone up.

   “You were probably showing your muscles, that you mentioned last night. That sure showed him. You were right again, you can come far by the element of surprise.”

George started to look nervous. He wasn’t that strong build himself.

   “Really you? Ow man… Well there is still six left if one takes you. Perhaps one of them will pick me.”

   “And if they don’t, I buy you a drink tonight to make you feel better. Because I have a hunch that all seven of them are going to want to be with Loran.”

George spirits sunk, and he decided to leave. Nigel looked embarrassed.

   “I’m sorry Loran. I didn’t mean to ease the competition. You probably wanted at least two hundred guys here, so that your feat would seem even more great.”

   “Yeah, you talk too much sometimes Nigel. You are absolutely right. But a competition with twenty or two-thousands, makes no difference, I still win either way.”

After a while, a woman came in to check on them. She had some papers in her hand

   “Are you ready gentlemen? The ladies are ready to have a look at you.”

   “Certain you don’t want to have a round with me first? Would be a good warm up for what is to come.” I asked.

She looked at me from head to toe.

   “I wouldn’t hope for too much if I were you.” Her ponytail almost hit me in the face when she turned to the whole group “Follow me”, she said.

We came into a hall where all the seven ladies were sitting on a throne each. They made us line up in a single file. That the seven ladies were beautiful would have been an understatement. They were big breasted, with hourglass hips and Their lips were redder than any wine I had ever tasted. I had come to the belief that they were sisters. But two of them were blond, three were brunettes, and the last two had black hair darker than the night. They looked too different from each other to be related. I have a thing for black haired girls like the two sitting on the right or girls like Stacy. However, these women were so beautiful I didn’t care as long any of them would pick me.

The girl with the ponytail spoke up.

   “Gentlemen, please proceed to remove your pants.”

This wasn’t exactly something I wasn’t confident with. But I didn’t dare to think about what they would do if I refused. All the men removed their pants almost simultaneously. No one wanted to be first, but no one wanted to be last either it seemed. Suddenly there was a great gasp. All the women’s eyes had turned to Nigel. Even I was unable to not react. Nigel stood there with ease with the biggest member I had ever seen. My looked small in comparison. It wasn’t even a quarter as big. We shared a quick eye contact, and I could see he was confused.

    “Nigel how many times, must I tell you this? A great magician never shows his greatest trick  first. Mine gets enormous during erection, and that’s the only time it is needed for. If I had shown my grandiose right away, these women would have fainted by joy, and how would we have any sex with these then, I ask you?”

   “Sorry, Loran. I didn’t mean to.”

   “It is very fortunate that it’s I who do the thinking here.”

The ladies had aroused from their chair’s; they were eager to come and have a closer look at Nigel. One of the women’s voices were like honey when she spoke.

   “Never under all my years I have lived, have I ever seen a cock this big. He’s mine girls.”

   “Says who? You always want to decide first you slut! Why don’t I decide first for a change!”

Four of the ladies started to fight between themselves.

   “Be careful Samantha, that I don’t ruin your face with a hex. Then you might be lucky if even the pig boy’s want’s you.”

Samantha snorted.

 “Your magic got nothing on me. Go away Rose. The big girls are talking!”

The other three didn’t care about their friend’s uproar. They went amongst the other men, trying to find someone who would fit their preferences. One of the brown haired came up to me.

   “I heard what you said earlier. If you use that sword of yours even half as good as your mouth, I might find you useful.”

I was so nervous and excited, was I finally going to have sex after all these years. Being twenty-five with no sexual experience had taken a toll on me, and finally I had decided to go study under a wizard, if I was going to have no sex whatsoever. But that apprentice ship hadn’t lasted long.

   “I’m Helen, what’s your name?”

   “Loran the lover.”

She made a big smile with her white teeth. She cast her braid to the other shoulder.

   “We will see about that.”

She took my hand and made me follow her to her private bedchamber. When we entered made, she a quick motion and her green dress fell to the floor. Her ass is hard to describe. It was like a work of art. Like some sculptor had created it out of marble. It was flawless. My first instinct was to spank it, but I wasn’t brave enough. My dick was so hard it hurt.

She turned her head to me, while she undid her braid.

“Seeing something you like? Come on, don’t just stand there, get that coat off, and we can get to business.”

I hurried to oblige, she was already laying down on the bed when I had taken my clothes off and dared to look at her once more. If her ass was fantastic her breasts were even more so. Those had been touched by the hand of God to be this perfect. She had been born under a lucky star or something. They were big but looked firm. I was so close to cum, but that would have been so embarrassing, the sex hadn’t even started yet.

I laid down on her, my dick was scraping against her beautiful belly. She looked hopefully and my courage grew. I was Loran the lover, and I knew my way around the girls. I went immediately to her breast and started to knead them. It felt so good! However, she didn’t look impressed. Wasn’t this the kind of foreplay she wanted? I reached her mouth to give her a wet kiss, but she rejected it, with her hand.

   “I’m not here for a romance sweetie.”

I changed the tactic and aimed for her neck instead. I started kissing her on the neck going slowly further down, a kiss or two, and then I started to kiss her breast. I perhaps put too much focus on her god crafted pillows, but I couldn’t help myself. This was the first time in my life that I had seen breast in full display, and I like what I saw.

She sighted.

   “You bore me, is this all you can do? Perhaps I would go out there and take someone else?”

No! I couldn’t be thrown out! Not now. I went down to her most sacred possession. I grabbed my cock and went to put it in, she helped me a little bit with her hands. I started to pump vigorously, going in back and forth, but not even that seemed to please her.

   “Is pumping all you can do?” She threw me off her.

   “I’ll show you how some good sex is supposed to feel little man.” She threw me on the bend, and she proceeded with putting my sacred weapon into my mouth. She clearly knew how to give a good head, and I orgasmed in a few seconds.

   “Wow that was fast. But in truth I’m not that surprised. Do you think you can go some more or is your stamina already gone?”

“Loran the lover can do it for as long as he wants, and I want to see where this is going.”

“All right I give you one more chance.”

She came on top of me and sat down on my cock that was still hard as a mountain.

   “Don’t you just lay there. Put your hands on my waist, I need someone that keeps my balance. She started to move her hips in a steady motion, and I helped her with holding her steady. It was the best feeling that I have had in a very long time. If not the best. I was glad Stacy refused to have sex with me. I had probably not been able to get it up now otherwise, and Stacy had probably made me do all the work. Her breasts were hanging like fruits from a three, and I wanted to suck on them so badly, but it was impossible, they were out of reach. Suddenly she gasped out a sound of pleasure.

   “I knew it! Loran the lover could make all the women swoon even though they were reluctant at first. And after a few minutes I came. I couldn’t go at it anymore.”

   “Well I guess that was that. It wasn’t a complete waste of my time. But I would have preferred someone who would have a bit more of skill.”

   “So, you grant me a wish now?”

She smiled and touched my dick one last time.

   “Oh sweaty, not a chance. The sex was not even bearable until I took command. Your skills leave a lot to wish for, I’m afraid. Please get out of my chamber I have no more need of you.”

I put on my coat realizing that in my eager I had left my pants in the grand hall.

Her eyes narrowed like she was about to realize something.

   “That cloak, is awfully familiar. Let me have a look at it.”

I was starting to become very nervous.

   “No, I did what you asked of me. I can see that you are satisfied now, and it’s time for me to leave.”

She rose from the bed, her breast giggling, by her sudden motion. I should have run, but they made me stay a second longer.

   “Sweetie, we know you can’t say no to me. Give me the coat and I let you to play with my breasts some more, or whatever you prefer.”

I understand the danger now. They looked for my former master’s coat. The coat of magic and she was suspicious that mine was the coat they were looking for. He had probably given a description of it to them. If she got a better chance to look at it, she would realize that she would be right. I reached for my inner pocket, and suddenly I found a paper, like I always did when I put my hand in the pocket. Even though I never left any paper in them myself.

She realized what was about to happen, and her body was suddenly ablaze by fire.

   “Give it to me!” She commanded.

On the paper was one word written, Himbria. Here goes nothing I thought.

   “Himbria!” I shouted my finger was pointing at her. Her fire died and the same second she was thrown out the window. She hadn’t the time to say anything.

I started to bolt. This had all been a trap made up by Balrion, and the women were his tools. He knew I had left the country, and he also knew I was a womanizer. So, he made the ladies travel around the kingdom until I showed up. Balrion had been clever, this was definitely the easiest way to catch me. I made for the hall and there I found Nigel waiting.

   “There you are, did she grant your wish?”

   “We need to go; they are after me!”

   “What? I don’t.”

   “There is no time to explain, we better run. The seven ladies are looking for me!”

   “Oh, I was right then? After your deeds, all of them want to have around? We’re going to get so many wishes granted!”

I slapped him.

   “Listen to me, they will kill us if they get the chance. We have to run now!”

He didn’t ask anything more and started to run with me by his side. I hoped the rest of the ladies would be busy with some other activities, it would be hard to fight with seven sorcerers at once.

We bolted through the streets and the alleys, and suddenly we could hear some men shouting. The soldiers had been informed. Men were running through the streets, and they were getting close to us. The alley ended and we came out to the main street, there were a dozen men waiting. Ready with their crossbows. They fired at me, and when I thought that I would die, Nigel jumped in front of me and took all the bolts in the stomach. I reached for a paper faster than the men could load their crossbows. It was written Morondeus on the paper.

   “Morondeus!” I shouted will all my might. The men’s bodies started to twist, and they shouted out in pain, suddenly there were only skeletons lying next to the crossbows.

I knew, Nigel was dying but I had to offer my thanks. A lot of men had died, and the rest started to flee. I believed I had some seconds to spare for my friend even though I knew it was dangerous.

Nigel let out a deep sight.

   “None of your stories are true, isn’t it so?”

I had Nigel’s head in my arms, and my lips gave away a sad smile.

   “Not all of them. Remember, the fire that I summoned when I was chased? That actually happened. I studied for a wizard for some time, but when he realized that I would never become a real wizard, he forced me to leave. In my furry I stole this magical coat. I decided to leave the country hoping that he wouldn’t find me. He sent one of his apprentices after me, but I accidentally killed him with a spell the coat produced. I had no idea of the coat’s powers at the time. I haven’t seen my country ever since. Why did you save me Nigel?”

   “It’s hard to explain, but I couldn’t let you die. You were the only one that wanted to hang around with me. I believed that you were delusional, and that we perhaps could help each other. You spoke about your stories with so much confidence that I wanted to know where this was going. Perhaps you were after all a hero, I wanted to know who you really were. Being with you was more fun than being alone. It didn’t matter if the stories were true or not.”

   “Well, I thank you Nigel for saving my life. I’m glad I could be of some comfort in this dark world. Sometimes people prefer exciting lies instead of hard truths,” Like I do.

But Nigel didn’t speak anymore, he was just lying there motionless in my arms. I didn’t like it, but I needed to rob him of his clothes, I would leave Nigel with the wizard’s coat instead. Balros would look after me until he got his cloak back. He might search after me to avenge his apprentice, but I was doubtful, he had never been that fond of him. It was the coat he wanted.

I swiped our clothes and left. I was never going to see this kingdom again.

*

I had been on the road for some weeks, when I found a boy on the road.

   “Hello there, little friend. What’s your name?”

   “Bill what’s yours?”

   “I’m Nigel Salamander. You might have heard of me. I have done many impressive things. I died by several crossbow bolts and then was revived back to life again. It was I who stole the emperor’s keys to his treasure chamber, so I could ransom the keys for the largest treasure chest any man has ever seen in this world. Ladies swoon when they see me, and even the seven ladies wanted to have around with me, when they saw that I have the biggest member in the world.” I released my belt and made myself ready to drag down my pants.

   “Eww! Gross!” they boy was quick to change the topic. “I have some talents myself mind you”, he proceeded with taking out a small flute from his pocket. “I’m starting to learn how to play on the flute, my uncle is teaching me. I can a few tones already and I’m planning to learn a few songs and melodies when I get the chance. I can sing too; my mother tells me I have a beautiful voice. I’m thinking about becoming a bard instead, sure beats farm work if you ask me.” 

I used my broadest smile at the boy. I could already see that my luck was changing for the better.

   “I can already tell that we are going to have some good time together, Bill. I’ll have a lot of feats that you need to hear about.”

The end