Code of War

Code of War by Shayne Carmichael

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Code of War By Shayne Carmichael "It's not going to be that damn easy, Tarq!" Jacoby Bale raised the shield in time to ward off the edge of a sword. The reverberation shuddered through him with jarring force. A series of repetitive strikes followed as the older warrior sought an opening, and Jacoby succeeded in blocking every attempt. The power of each hit pushed Jacoby back, but he couldn't afford to reveal his strength. With considerable skill, he dodged the next swing and drove his own attack forward. The wooden swords they used wouldn't do any real damage, but it would feel damn unpleasant to be hit by one. "Enough, you two," Titus barked out, heading toward them at a leisurely pace. "We've better things to do. Time to pack up camp." Sergeant Tarq stopped the practice to ask, "Where to, Commander?" "The town of Crafton. We're meeting with King Erlin." "I'll get the men ready, Commander." After a sharp salute, Tarq handed his sword and shield to Jacoby, then turned and walked to the tents. "Bale, you're charge of my things. Get to it." Jacoby put the swords and shields away before he went to the main tent in the center of the encampment. He'd been with the mercenary group for almost a year and had gotten to know the commander's habits well. Though it didn't happen often, the man had an explosive temper when angered. 3

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"About time you got back here," Oran said as Jacoby entered. "You expect me to do all of this work by myself?" "No, Oran, I don't. I can handle the commander's things." Not wanting to waste any more time, Jacoby started to dismantle the bed. "Good. Don't forget to properly fold his clothes or there'll be the devil to pay." "I won't make a mistake, Oran." "If you do it wrong, it's your backside. So don't say I didn't warn you." Jacoby smiled to himself as he watched the whitestreaked, blond head bob and disappear several times behind an open trunk lid. Since the man repeated the same thing almost every day, Jacoby didn't bother answering. The last few times Oran hadn't been around to supervise, and Jacoby had done fine. While he hadn't planned to be the valet of a leader of a mercenary band, it was far better than what his life had been. But then anything would have been better. "I need to make sure the new recruits don't get lost in all the bustle." Oran left when he'd finished with the trunk. Once Jacoby had the bed packed in its crate, he worked on the low slung table and all the cushions surrounding it. He'd gotten quicker stowing everything away; however, he still took great care with the commander's clothes. "What I wouldn't give to be back in the days I carried a bedroll, a few changes of clothes, and my sword," Titus grumbled as he pulled back the tent flap and walked in. "You wouldn't be as well known as you are now." 4

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A wry smile crossed Titus' lips. "You do have a point." He paused, noting the packed crates. "If anything is broken or misplaced, I'll take it out of your hide." "I know, Commander." Jacoby didn't stop working. One couldn't describe Titus as kind, but the man was fair. Discipline was tight, but it had to be with a band of men who killed for pay. "Make sure the best outfit is on top, Jacoby. I'll have to wear it for the meeting, and I don't want to have to dig through everything to find it." As he spoke, he moved to his jewel case and opened it. "I suppose I had better pick a few things. Wouldn't do to meet with Erlin without overwhelming him with my garish taste." Jacoby swallowed his chuckle, finished folding the last of Titus' clothes, and closed up all the crates except the last one. Titus approached the open container, then tossed in several jewelry boxes. "That should do it. Go ahead and seal it up. I'll take care of the rest of my jewels." Jacoby kept his attention on the task at hand, trying not to be distracted by Titus' close proximity. He'd indulged in one too many daydreams about the dark-haired mercenary, but couldn't seem to help himself, like now. He eyed the hand resting on a sword hilt, imagining what those fingers would feel like on his ass. "You were doing pretty good with Tarq. You're one of the few who can stand up to the old bastard." An enigmatic smile quirked Titus' lips. "You'll have to fight me sometime so I can see how good you really are." 5

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Startled, Jacoby didn't know what to say at first, but he should have realized Titus might see through his sham sooner or later. "My skill isn't on par with yours." "Now I wonder why you would lie." Titus leveled a speculative look on him that Jacoby ignored as he picked up one of the crates to take it to a wagon outside. It seemed he hadn't done as well as he'd hoped in concealing his fighting abilities. "I can hold my own, but I'm no expert." There was a damn good reason for hiding his skill. Long ago he'd learned everybody would eventually turn on him. It was far better if others had no clue of his real ability. The way he dressed made him look heavier, an illusion he maintained. During the battles the mercenaries had gotten into, he'd kept to the back of the ranks where he'd be unobserved. "Everything is ready, Commander." Brushing past Titus, Jacoby headed out of the tent to where the horses had been readied for them. When he'd secured the crate, he walked over to his horse. Ever alert, he knew how close Titus stood behind him. The rest of the camp was being pulled down and the carts would follow them when everything was packed. Six of Titus' elite guards mounted their horses along with them, then fell in line behind the commander and Jacoby. Jacoby rode alongside Titus, eyes straight ahead. "Any reports of problems to expect?" Titus asked, gaze scanning the woods lining both sides of the road. "There's a band of brigands operating about two miles from Brisene, Commander," his youngest lieutenant answered him. Though barely out of his youth, Jerem had proven 6

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himself many times over during battle. The fair redhead had earned the respect of everyone, including Jacoby. "King Erlin's men were supposed to have taken care of them, but you know how that can go." "Erlin has never been known to be very reliable, Commander." Most of Jacoby's younger years had been spent in Crafton, the capitol of Asua, and he'd heard plenty about the royal family. "He isn't as much of a tyrant as his father was, but it's been said he's more interested in his food, clothing, and jewels than ruling a kingdom. He pays little attention to what his nobles do unless they fail him." "You came from there. If you had to guess, what would you say might be Erlin's reason for wanting to meet me, Jacoby?" "It's possible he wants help with his problems with Queen Steab. She's been raiding across the borders for years. I don't know if it's true, but I had heard she'd taken Chisea from him. If it's true, he'll want the port town back." Jacoby could tell by the man's expression that the commander was already considering strategy. "I suppose it all depends on how much the king is willing to pay for my services." **** The people around them gave the mercenaries disdainful looks as Titus walked down the hall toward the throne room. Since they were unimportant, Jacoby and the others ignored them. A wave of chattering voices rose as a guard opened a set of huge double doors. 7

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No expense had been spared in building King Erlin's castle. Everywhere Jacoby looked stood an expensive piece of statuary or furniture. Gild mirrors lined satin draped walls and ornately carved columns led the way to Erlin's black stone throne. The cost of the throne alone could have paid for Titus' army for the next ten years. "Your highness, Lord Talote and myself will be able to return Chisea to you within the fortnight. Our men are at the ready as I speak." "I doubt it." The king sat at his leisure, surrounded by the highest nobles in his court. He seemed no more than a pretty boy with blond curls framing an angelic face. As blue eyes flicked lazily over them in a prolonged study, Jacoby figured they were being more than sized up. When his lascivious gaze fell on Titus, the King straightened in his seat. The mercenary leader tended to draw more than his fair share of attention, but the king's interest did surprise Jacoby somewhat. "Welcome, Commander Blood." An impatient gesture from the king made his men move aside as he rose. The moment the others realized Titus stood in their midst, they objected to his presence. Erlin must not have warned them the mercenaries would be coming to court. "Your highness, what is such a creature doing here?" Disgust tinged the voice of a nearby nobleman dressed in lavish red velvet and white lace. Red ribbons on the cuffs of his jacket swayed in the air as he gestured at Titus.

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"A base born mercenary has no right to be amongst us." A gentleman, wearing a towering white wig festooned with what looked like fruit, protested as well. Another foppishly dressed noble raised a handkerchief to his nose, complaining, "Why are subjected to this?" A sharp laugh from Erlin silenced them. "Because none of you can give Chisea back to me, Fortesk. He can." "But, your highness..." Before the woman could speak her mind, Erlin glared at her. "The next one who says a word will be at the front line fighting with Commander Blood." All of them fell silent as the king approached Titus. "I appreciate you and your men attending me on such short notice. As you may or may not know, I am surrounded by imbeciles who cannot return the city of Chisea to me." "It isn't hard to miss, your majesty." Titus replied tongue in cheek. As the two talked, Jacoby glanced over the group of nobles. Some of them hid their resentment, others not so well. No doubt they were offended by being subjected to an insult of the worse order. Jacoby had met more than his fair share of their sort. Jacoby, Tarq and the other men stood a respectful distance behind the king and Titus. However, they remained close enough to their commander to protect him if necessary. It was a good thing Titus dealt with the particulars. Jacoby wouldn't have had the patience to put up with the protocol and diplomacy needed in these kinds of situations. 9

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The group followed the two men, who walked at a leisure pace into an exterior garden. Titus and Erlin sat beneath a canopied table as everyone else stood at attention not too far away. A large contingency of court members were scattered around the garden, but none dared to stand too close to the colorful tent. Bright, red banners fluttered in the breeze, and the elaborately embroidered red and white silk of the canopy rippled overhead. When Jacoby looked up, he saw several faces in some of the windows of the castle. A servant approached Titus and Erlin, poured two glasses of wine for them, set the pitcher down, then withdrew with a deep bow. The king's guards watched the mercenaries as if expecting them to attack at any moment. However, Tarq and the men stared at the guards in the same manner, so nobody relaxed. Since he couldn't draw attention to himself by opening his watch and checking the time, Jacoby had to gauge the passage of it by the shadows gathering in the garden. The worst of the midday heat had begun to dissipate somewhat with a cooling breeze. Both the temperature and the heavy scent from the profusion of colorful flowers almost made one sleepy, but none of the men could afford a moment's distraction. There was no telling if the meeting would go well or not. While the tension might have been evident between the guards and mercenaries, Erlin and Titus appeared at ease, though neither showed much in their expressions. It wasn't hard to sense the restlessness and anxiety rustling through the assembled crowd as they whispered to 10

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each other behind raised fans and hands. A number of female gazes weren't as contemptuous as most of the males, but none of the men with Jacoby were distracted by the beautiful countenances around them. A collective sigh of relief seem to run through the nobles when Titus stood. To Jacoby's surprise, Titus motioned for him to approach. He stepped forward, keeping a neutral expression. "King Erlin wishes to speak to you, Bale." Only Jacoby could see the suspicious glance Titus pinned on him. The mercenary turned, then strode away without a backward glance. The rest of Titus' men followed behind their leader, leaving Jacoby alone. For a long moment, Jacoby didn't say anything, he stared at the monarch. Whatever could the man want with him? Curiosity held him in place, though he said nothing. Erlin returned the steady regard before his gaze dropped to Jacoby's chest. He reached out, fingering the metal medallion Jacoby wore. "This is a very curious piece. A rather expensive trinket for one such as yourself, wouldn't you say?" "I've had it for as long as I can remember, your Majesty." The king's interest made Jacoby suspicious, yet he showed no emotion. Though Jacoby wasn't sure if it was true or not, he'd been told it had belonged to his family. Hammon, the man who had raised him, had told Jacoby his parents had been murdered when Jacoby was two. Without another word Erlin let go of the medallion, walked past Jacoby, and headed back into the castle. Taking the hint, 11

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Jacoby left the garden and walked back through the castle, accompanied by baleful stares. When he reached the outside courtyard, he discovered everyone had left. They had also taken his horse. With several silent curses, Jacoby began the trek back to the mercenaries' camp. Either Titus thought Jacoby wouldn't return to them or the commander wanted to punish him. No doubt Titus wondered why Erlin had singled out Jacoby, but he wasn't sure why the man had. Maybe Erlin recognized the symbols on the medallion. Even as the thought occurred to him, he dismissed the idea. It would be stupid to believe someone of Erlin's rank would know anything about Jacoby or his family. They had lived in a poor farming community. The temperature had cooled and the walk wasn't as unpleasant as it would have been earlier in the day. It wouldn't have bothered Jacoby either way. He remained alert as he left the city proper behind and headed into the countryside. Though he passed several farms, it was quiet with dark approaching. Jacoby remained on the main road, ever alert to any potential danger. He still had to deal with Titus. It had taken only one look from the mercenary to let Jacoby know he was in deep trouble. None of it was his fault, but he wasn't sure if the commander would believe it. He couldn't even explain why Erlin had wanted to talk to him since Erlin had done nothing but look at the medallion. A betraying rustle of sound made Jacoby lower his hand to the hilt of his sword. To outward appearances nothing had changed but the slight position of his hand, internally was a 12

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different matter. His entire body prepared for swift action and his senses sharpened to determine the direction and distance of his potential enemy. The best hiding position would be a large outcrop of rocks to his left. A man alone would be thought to be easy pickings, and Jacoby knew it as he continued walking in an unhurried pace. It didn't take long for the men in hiding to reveal themselves. Both were dressed from head to toe in rough, indistinctive garb. One, brown hair tied back, leaned against one of the trees. The other, sword already drawn, walked onto the road to block Jacoby's way. His hair was obscured by a tied scarf. "Aren't you supposed to demand my money, then leave me alone if I hand it over?" Jacoby asked with a faint smile on his lips. "Dead is fine with us. No witness. Ain't that right, Ev?" His companion's lazy drawl answered him, "That's right, Iron." Jacoby drew his sword, sizing up the man who faced him with a confident sneer. Neither thief wore masks so they didn't doubt their own skill to dispatch him. The way Iron held the sword indicated some military training. With his shield and sword at the ready, Jacoby approached Iron. Before Jacoby could take a breath, the other man charged, blade aimed for his head, and Jacoby leaped to the side. For a moment his opponent was vulnerable, and Jacoby swung his sword to catch the thief from the side. However, at the very last second, the brunet sidestepped to the left. 13

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As he brought his sword around to strike at Iron again, Jacoby kicked out as well. Both blows hit their target at the same time, sending the thief to the ground. Iron jumped up from where he'd fallen and tried to rush Jacoby again. Shield up, Jacoby deflected the oncoming blow. The next move came at him so fast, Jacoby had to duck down to avoid it. When he came out of the crouch, he lunged at Iron, and the sword tip pierced the thief's gut. With vicious strength, Jacoby stabbed upward and twisted the blade before jerking it out. This time when he fell, Iron didn't get back up. A savage yell sounded from Ev, and the shorter man rushed Jacoby, sword slashing. Jacoby twisted to the side to avoid the blade, then spun just as his opponent did. For a split second Ev's face was exposed, and Jacoby used the shield as a weapon. Blood gushed from Ev's nose as he stumbled back and fell, and Jacoby moved to dispatch him. Ev rolled at the last moment, and Jacoby's blade buried in the ground. The thief was up, and Jacoby couldn't step back fast enough from the slash of Ev's blade as he freed his own sword. The very tip caught him across the cheek drawing blood. Scowling, he dropped to a crouch to avoid another strike. Before he straightened, Jacoby cut across his opponent's lower legs, and blood stained Ev's pants right above the man's boots. The splotches spread as Ev dropped to his knees. Jacoby grabbed Ev's head, slammed the man face down into the ground, then ran Ev through. 14

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When the thief tried to roll away, Jacoby kicked him and pulled out the blade. The fight was over. Jacoby had the choice of killing the man outright or leaving him there, injured. The thief was dead either way so it didn't matter what Jacoby did. He watched Ev try to crawl away. Death would have been more of a mercy, but Jacoby wasn't in a merciful mood. After he wiped his blade off on the nearby grass, he sheathed his sword and continued on his way. There were no more interruptions, and Jacoby made good time. Sunlight had long faded, the moon lighting his way when he entered the field where they'd set up camp. No one paid attention to him as he passed them and headed toward Titus' tent. He motioned to one of the regulars to bring water to the tent before he entered. The commander sat at his desk, going over the camp accounts. Jacoby didn't speak, he just prepared Titus' bath. He was aware of Titus' gaze on him, but the mercenary didn't say a word. Several men entered, carrying pails of hot water and filled the hip bath. The silence would have been enough to make a lesser man nervous, but Jacoby wasn't easy to break. After one glance at Titus and a nod in the man's direction, Jacoby finished setting out the bath supplies, then attended to Titus' gown and robe. Once the rest of the men left the tent, Titus stripped out of his clothes, tossing them on the bed. While Jacoby took care of the dirty clothes, Titus settled into the bath. 15

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Though he couldn't see Titus, Jacoby knew the man stared at him. If the commander had any questions, Titus could damn well ask them. It sucked as a stalling tactic, but Jacoby had no clue what to say. He didn't have any answers to the questions he knew Titus had. After he'd delayed for as long as he could get away with, Jacoby returned to the bath. Still silent, Titus stood and Jacoby poured a small amount of liquid from a vial to a soft cloth. In a light, impersonal touch, Jacoby washed the commander's chest, then knelt to scrub Titus' legs. "What did the king want with you, Jacoby?" Jacoby looked up to find an intent gaze focused on him. The commander's expression showed neither curiosity nor suspicion, but he didn't doubt Titus felt both. "He commented on my medallion, Commander." Once he'd washed Titus' genitals, he sat back on his feet, waiting for the next question. While his awareness of Titus might be heightened, he refused to show it. He'd been bathing the mercenary every night for more than a month. It wasn't easy to hide his desire each and every damn time, but he did. Truth be told, he'd hidden his interest in Titus for the better part of a year, but sometimes he wasn't so sure Titus didn't know. However, at the moment all he saw was the hard, impassive face of an inquisitor. "Your medallion." A look of disbelief crossed Titus' features. "Why would King Erlin care about your medallion? His exact words if you please."

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"He said it was a very curious piece. A rather expensive trinket for one such as myself. I told him I've had it for as long as I can remember." "And this?" Titus bent down, thumb rubbing across the cut beneath Jacoby's eye. The touch aroused Jacoby, and once again he wondered if Titus was aware of the effect on him. "I ran into two thieves." "Is that going to be your story?" Titus continued the light caress as he watched Jacoby. "It's not a story. It's the truth." It was a point Jacoby wasn't going to argue about, nor would he show any reaction to Titus' touch. He soaped the cloth again and moved to wash Titus' backside. He couldn't force Titus to believe him, and there was no real reason for the man to do so anyway. They'd known each for almost year, and for most of it, Jacoby had stayed in the background. He still wasn't sure why he'd been chosen to attend to Titus. "So why would he be interested in a piece of jewelry?" It sounded as if Titus were musing to himself, but Jacoby spoke up anyway, "There is no reason I can think of, unless he thought I stole it. It's very old and valuable or at least, it looks like it is." "Let me see the damn thing, Jacoby." It took him a moment to rinse his hands, unfasten the necklace, and hold it out to Titus as the commander sat back in the water. After Titus rinsed off, he took it and examined it. "The stones are real. Very unique design. One I've never seen. So your family was rich?" 17

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"I don't believe so. My guardian, Neb Hammon, told me he found me in a poor farming community. The village was attacked, and my parents were killed. Before he died, my dad gave him the necklace." "A farming family." Titus gave him a dubious look. "I suppose they might have been rich at one time and fallen on hard times. But if they had, I'd think this would be one of the first things to be sold." "I really don't know, Commander." "And this guardian of yours, this Neb, where is he?" "I woke up one morning, and Hammon was gone. The servants told me to get out, and I left. We were living in Yarstar at the time. He still might be there since he's a rich merchant with several businesses in the area." Neb had left two good swords, and that was the end of that chapter of his life. It hadn't bothered him at all, and any memories were ruthlessly suppressed. Titus gave the necklace back to Jacoby. Even with a careful study of Titus' features, Jacoby couldn't tell whether the man accepted what he'd said. He put the medallion back on, stood with Titus, and grabbed a warmed towel to wrap around the mercenary. Not a word was spoken as Jacoby dried Titus off, then dressed the commander in a night shirt. The conversation had brought back events from his younger years. Ones he'd as soon prefer to forget about. Life with Neb had been hard. The man had treated Jacoby little better than he did his dogs, but one of Neb's officers had trained Jacoby to fight. For that, Jacoby would always be grateful. 18

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When their eyes met, Jacoby caught the knowing look in Titus', as if the man knew his very thoughts. He plastered a neutral expression on his face, turned away, and pulled down the edge of the covers on the bed. In silence, he snuffed the candles before heading to his own cot at the far corner of Titus' tent. In the darkness he undressed then slid beneath the blanket. Tomorrow would be time enough to worry whether Titus would allow him to stay with the group or not. **** The next morning Titus was already gone when Jacoby woke. He cleaned up as fast as he could, then dressed as he always did. To outward appearances, it was just another day to him. When he stepped outside the tent, he saw all of Titus' officers and a few regulars standing not too far off. "You won't get out of here without fighting, Jacoby." Titus grabbed the handle of the sword he wore and pulled it from its scabbard. "I want to see if you're ready to die for me." Jacoby scowled at Titus as he took hold of his own sword. He'd been doing this since his youth so he was used to fighting for his life. The perfectly balanced sword had been special made for him, and had cost him two years of his life at labor. Jacoby knew he was in a life or death fight, and Titus would give no quarter. He had two choices in such a battle. Win or die. The words repeated in his head with implacable monotony as they had many times in the past. "I get that sword when he loses." Tarq yelled out as others circled around them. "Nobody can beat the commander." 19

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He ignored the officer's cheerful voice and the jeering taunts of the others. All of his focus needed to be on the battle at hand. At first, they danced around each other, preparing themselves. Then Titus rushed forward, sword slicing through the air. In reaction, Jacoby leaned back as far as he could and the sword flew across the empty space where he'd been. Jacoby straightened before Titus could make another move. Sword to the side, he went for a backhand hit to Titus' throat. A pass of Titus' blade stopped it. Both of them were determined to live. Jacoby felt it in his gut and saw it in Titus' expression. Only one of them would walk away. Jacoby lunged at Titus, but the commander blocked the hit. Before Titus could react, Jacoby jammed an elbow in the man's face, forcing Titus back. Jacoby wasn't above dirty street tactics. Blood gushed from his nose, and Titus gave him an appreciative smile. "At least you're willing to do what it takes." They came at each other, swords clashing, and their blades locked. Once they were near enough to each other, Jacoby stepped in to put a well-placed foot behind Titus. He brought his knee up, punching Titus in the groin. A second later, he shoved Titus, making him stumble. Titus recovered quicker than Jacoby figured he would and taunted him, "You learned well despite living a life of comfort with a rich merchant." "I've been fighting all my life. Something a pretty boy like you wouldn't know anything about." 20

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Most often Titus was groomed and dressed as if he were a noble with no more than a leisure stroll on his mind. Once in a while he acted like it too, so the mocking comment fit. While Titus headed a ruthless group of legal bandits, it didn't mean the mercenary was the best fighter out there. Jacoby knew he was the best. "There's more to me than my face, boy." When Titus sprang forward, Jacoby parried the blade before he grabbed Titus' wrist. One good twist, combined with Titus' forward momentum, brought him down to his knees, then Jacoby slashed him across the chest. Titus knocked the sword back, leapt up, and advanced on Jacoby. More blood stained the once pristine white shirt, but Titus seemed unfazed. A bit of a smile played on his lips. "Not half bad, but you're still not good enough." "Kill him and have done with it, Commander!" One of the men shouted, and the others started to laugh. "You think you're just playing with me?" It was Jacoby's turn to laugh as he stepped forward to meet Titus' attack. An expert twirl stopped the blade from reaching Titus. A moment later Titus slashed across Jacoby's mid section, drawing blood. Less than a breath later, the pain of several more cuts burned across Jacoby's skin. "Yes, I am playing." Titus bowed as he walked backward a few paces. With determined steps, Jacoby advanced on Titus to force the commander farther back, Jacoby swung his sword but missed when Titus ducked. Titus tried to hit him, but Jacoby 21

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avoided it by rushing to the side and then passed Titus. In a split second he whirled, leapt into the air, kicked the bent over Titus and sent the commander face first to the ground. "So am I." Jacoby spun around as Titus scrambled off the ground. A feeling of satisfaction warmed through him. At least he'd shut the bastard up. The loss of blood began to take its toll on Jacoby with the inexorable weakening of his body. However, he still wouldn't give up. It wasn't in him. He ignored the pain and would continue to do so no matter how bad it got. Titus snarled as he attacked, sword held high. As it sliced down, Jacoby took a chance and grabbed near the topside of it. Once the momentum had been stopped, he curled his fingers around it and held tight. It bit into the palm of his hand as Titus tried to free the blade. Titus pushed forward, but Jacoby jumped back, still holding on. When Titus twisted the blade, Jacoby refused to let go of it. Grim certainty took hold of him. I will beat him. It's not my time to die. To free the sword, Titus stabbed down in an attempt to force it through Jacoby's fingers. Unable to jump out of the way, the tip jammed into his thigh. He had to knock the damn thing away to free his leg. Titus brought it back up, and Jacoby only had time enough to twine his blade to Titus' to stop it from reaching him. Their swords locked, and Jacoby was unable to free his. At such close range, it was easy to kick upward and catch Titus on the arm. Jacoby took advantage of Titus' surprise at the unorthodox attack and smashed an elbow into the commander's face. The 22

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moment Titus began to fall, Jacoby planted a foot on his chest and sent him flying. Titus hit the dirt, shifted position, then barreled into Jacoby's legs as Jacoby ran at him. Jacoby flailed and fell forward. Titus pressed the advantage and brought his sword down, but Jacoby rolled and stopped its descent by holding both ends of his own sword as a shield. Both had gotten in some damn good hits. They were wounded and tiring, but it wasn't enough to stop either of them. They fought, refusing to utter any sound when blows struck flesh. To catch a breath, Jacoby tried to step back. Titus tossed the sword to his left hand, then struck out with his elbow, smashing into Jacoby's face. The unexpected movement laid Jacoby out on his back, sword skittering from his hand when his wrist struck a stone imbedded in the ground. The commander could fight as dirty as Jacoby. Titus was on Jacoby, one hand around Jacoby's throat as his sword went through Jacoby's shoulder. A twisting motion buried it deeper. Jacoby managed to get his dagger out of its sheath. Through the pain, he stabbed wildly at Titus. The hand around his throat loosened, and Titus jumped up to get away. It was agony to move, yet Jacoby got off the ground, found his sword and brought it up. Unbearable pain shot through him, and he staggered, knowing he was about to fall. His life's blood drained from his wounded body, but he struggled on, refusing to stop. Win or die. Win or die. There is nothing else. 23

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Blood poured from the wounds he'd inflicted on Titus, and the man was just as unsteady on his feet. Both made one last desperate attempt to kill the other, but collapsed before they could reach one another. **** The sound of voices faded in and out and agonizing pain enveloped Jacoby's body. Darkness swallowed him before he could make sense of anything. When he surfaced he heard soft whispers, but he couldn't make out the words. Pain became numbness, and Jacoby floated in it. He didn't know where he was or why he was there, but he didn't care. The next time he came around, he felt a touch on his shoulder, and the words made sense to him. "Bale, you better fucking wake up or I'm taking your sword." Jacoby's eyes flew open, and he scowled at the damn sergeant. "Tarq, you touch it and I'll cut your hand off." The man's smirking face came into view. "See, I told you that would get him up." Doc Skull waved him away. "Get out of here, you lout. Let me attend to him." "How are you feeling, young man?" He asked as he examined Jacoby. Memories returned to Jacoby, and he sat up more quickly than he should have. Dizziness clouded his mind, but he shook his head to clear it. The very last thing he remembered was Titus falling face first into the dirt. "Where's the commander?" 24

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"Already up, and I warned him to rest. I've healed the damage to both of you idiots, but you're both still weak from the blood you lost." At least he hadn't killed the man. It wasn't a fight Jacoby had sought, and while he'd had no choice during the battle, he didn't want Titus' death on his head. Scooting to the edge of the bed, Jacoby planted his feet on the ground and stood. He swayed and a buzzing sound filled his head. Forced to grab one of the support poles of the tent, he waited until the feeling passed, then announced, "I'm fine." "You need to stay in bed at least another two days, Bale." Jacoby ignored the warning as he strode out of the hospital tent. When he entered Titus' tent, he noticed the man sitting at the writing desk. This time Titus addressed him right away. "Good, you're up and about. I'm meeting with Erlin in an hour, and you're accompanying me." The commander appeared to be his normal self: healthy as a horse and not one hair out of place. One glance in the mirror showed Jacoby looked like hell. He needed a shave and a comb taken to his hair. How long had he been out? "I was out of bed yesterday. You took an extra day." There was a smugness to Titus as he turned in his seat to face Jacoby. "Since Skull took care of you first, it isn't surprising." A sly grin crossed Jacoby's lips, and he didn't bother hiding it. "How long?" "It took him nearly three days to heal us. It was a good fight." A grudging respect sounded in the words. 25

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The first thing Jacoby needed to do was shave. He opened his trunk and pulled out his shaving gear. Uncaring whether Titus watched him or not, he took care of the several days' growth on his face. The usual healthy tan tone to his skin seemed a bit off color, no doubt the result of being injured. "You fought well." It was the only compliment Jacoby would give the man. He'd never seen Titus in combat since he tended to remain near the back where he would be unobserved. Titus had indeed fought with a skill on par with Jacoby's, something Jacoby hadn't expected, but now respected. Both men seemed to have gained a healthy dose of the emotion toward each other. "I believe you aren't working with Erlin for reasons of your own. Otherwise you would have walked out of this camp the moment you woke up." "I don't even know the man." After he finished, he washed off his face, then eyed himself in the mirror. His short brown hair stuck out at odd ends, but at least he appeared more human. His average looking, square jawed face stared back at him, looking only a little worse for wear. No damage there or anywhere on him. Doc Skull had used considerable skills to leave no scars. Jacoby was impressed. "I realize that now, but I believe there's a reason he's interested in your medallion, and I want to know why." Titus got up, approached Jacoby, and fingered Jacoby's chain. "It's not important, Commander." Titus examined the disc of metal and crystals, and Jacoby thought he needed to keep it hidden again. He had when he 26

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was young, not wanting to draw thieves. Once he'd gotten older and could handle whatever came his way, he'd worn it openly. The mercenary dropped the necklace, then gripped Jacoby's chin. "I'll find out what's going on. I hate mysteries, especially when they are around me." To Jacoby's shock, Titus kissed him, forcing Jacoby to open to the mercenary. It was a hard, brief yet demanding kiss, and Jacoby found himself responding to it. When Titus pulled away, he merely said, "Take your bath, Jacoby. I want you ready in ten minutes." He strode to the tent flap, pushed it aside, and yelled, "Ivar, hot water, now." A shout answered him the same as Jacoby did. "Yes, Commander." Titus left the tent and several men entered. Once the tub was filled, Jacoby didn't have time to dwell on what had happened, but it remained on his mind. It took no more than a few minutes for Jacoby to wash and get dressed. He didn't care whether the serviceable black trousers and rough white shirt were acceptable for a royal court or not. In short order, he left the tent and presented himself to Titus who was already on a horse. Thankfully, Jacoby suffered from no ill effects due to his fight with Titus. He mounted the horse with relative ease, riding alongside Titus as the commander headed to the road. Why in the hell had the man kissed him? What did it prove? Was Titus interested in him? For what reason? A quick side glance in Titus' direction revealed no answers to the questions. 27

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Since they had more important concerns, Jacoby stilled the irrational train of his thoughts. Only the two of them going to the palace late at night for Titus to meet with Erlin was a bad idea. He didn't like it at all and had no problem making the fact known during their ride. They should have more men accompany them. After Titus tersely told him not to worry about it, they continued on their way in silence. It was a short, but tense ride. On high alert, Jacoby did his damnedest not to be distracted, but Titus seemed unconcerned. No one paid them any attention as they rode through town to the castle's outer courtyard. When they stopped, two servants ran forward to catch at the horses' reins, and they dismounted. One guard approached them, and Jacoby walked behind Titus as they were led into the palace. They saw no one but servants and guards in the halls they walked. At least it wasn't going to be a public display. They entered a private sitting room, and Jacoby wondered what the hell was going on. It took a concerted effort not to show his thoughts when he saw Erlin wearing an elaborate dressing gown. Fancy though it might be, it was still pretty damn casual for a meeting between the two men. "Delighted, absolutely delighted." Erlin greeted them, hands extended as he stepped forward. He grabbed both of Titus' hands and held them a lot longer than necessary. A faint, mocking smile curled Titus' lips as he murmured, "Thank you for the invitation, your Majesty." 28

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"We'll be more comfortable in the garden. You can leave him here." The king waved airily in Jacoby's direction before he simpered at Titus. "I won't bite, you know." One look from Titus quieted the protest Jacoby had been about to make. However, he refused to stay inside and followed the two out into the garden. He glowered at Titus but remained next to the door while the men disappeared between some large shrubbery. Jacoby checked the time more than once while he stood at attention near the door to the king's chambers. The mercenary and the king were somewhere in Erlin's private garden, he didn't know where, and as time passed Jacoby got antsy. He could neither hear nor see them, and he didn't like being too far from the commander in the odd situation. It might be a trap for Titus. The idea kept running through his mind, but he forced himself to remain still. A slight breeze carried the fragrances of many different flowers in a heady mixture, however, Jacoby was in no mood to appreciate the beauty around him. He was too concerned for Titus. Jacoby knew the man could handle himself, but what if Titus were attacked by a large number? It had already been more than thirty minutes since Titus had told him to stay by the door. While Jacoby wasn't in the habit of disobeying the commander's orders, he couldn't deny his own unease. A squad of men could be in hiding in the garden, waiting for Erlin's command to attack. Young though he was, the king had a reputation for trickery, and Jacoby knew it was deserved. 29

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Shifting in his position, Jacoby strained to catch any possible noise, but all he heard were quiet coos from few nearby birds and the muted hisses of night insects. The more time went by, the more disquieted he became. His patience at an end, he walked into the garden, skirting the large shrubbery. He followed the small stone path for quite a distance before the sound of a grunt made Jacoby quicken his step. As he walked around an enormous shrub trimmed into the shape of a horse, he couldn't miss the two men. Frozen in shock, Jacoby watched the bizarre scene in front of him. Titus was bent over, holding to the rim of a huge fountain, and Erlin stood behind the Commander, fucking him. What in all the gods' names was going on? If the grimace of pain on Titus' face was anything to go by, Jacoby could tell Titus wasn't enjoying himself, but the king sure was. Jacoby's brain scrambled to connect the sight to any logical explanation. With a great deal of enthusiasm, Erlin continued ramming into Titus, oblivious of his audience. There seemed to be no others in the garden, and Jacoby didn't think Erlin would want any witnesses. The absence of any vocalization from Titus was in stark contrast to the keening cry that escaped Erlin with his orgasm. The king stepped back, taking a shuddering breath, and Titus appeared almost bored as he straightened, pulling up his pants. 30

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Without a sound, Jacoby melted into the towering shrubbery and made his way back to where he was supposed to have stayed. Why would Titus allow the king to do something like that? It didn't make any sense at all, especially since Jacoby thought the pleasure was one sided. Then again, maybe he'd read the whole thing wrong, and Titus liked that sort of thing. Were the two lovers? He leaned against the wall behind him and folded his arms across his chest. He didn't have long to wonder. Titus looked a little less pristine than normal when the commander emerged from the trees and motioned to Jacoby to open the door. Not by a flicker of a lash did Jacoby show any emotion whatsoever as he met Titus' gaze, then grabbed the door handle. He followed the commander, eyes glued to the man's back. Doubtful he'd get any answers to what had happened and why, Jacoby silenced the incessant questioning of his own thoughts. It was a secret he'd never admit to knowing, ever. **** "When do you think we'll leave for Chisea?" Skull asked Tarq as they sat around the blazing fire, attending to their weapons. Two days had passed since the visit to Erlin's garden, and Jacoby was curious as well when they would leave the capitol. "Within a day or two at the most, I'd say. Suppliers are almost done." Since the old man was the most knowledgeable about everything in the camp, the others trusted the sergeant's word. 31

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"Hopefully it won't take us long. Not sure I like the rest of it though." The others nodded in agreement with Jerem's assessment, but Jacoby wasn't sure what the youngest officer meant by not liking the rest. "Rest?" "It'll boost our reputation, Jerem. I can't argue with it," Tarq said before he answered Jacoby's question, "You weren't here when the commander made the announcement. If we succeed in winning Chisea, we've a year's contract to lead Erlin's army." "It'll cause a great deal of resentment among the king's men." Another one of the officers, Arlo, ventured his own opinion. He was the closest to nobility of any of them since he was the sixth son of the Lord of Astle. From the air of excitement Jacoby saw in the others, most didn't seem to care about any attitudes in Erlin's ranks. To be in charge of a kingdom's army would be an honor and lent an air of legitimacy to Titus and his men. Titus must have told them when Jacoby had been with Erlin so he'd had no clue about the arrangement made between the two men. He'd thought the mercenaries would be paid for returning Chisea to Erlin. It was their usual business. The gold would have been enough to keep them comfortable for a year or so. "This king is wiser than I gave him credit for. This isn't the first time one of the kingdoms wanted to hire us permanently, but Titus always refused. However, this is the first time a ruler is willing to bribe Titus with such a prize." "Aye, I have to agree, Tarq." Jacoby nodded in agreement. To be First Army of Asua was an incredible accomplishment 32

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for Titus. To gain the skills of the mercenaries and get the mercenary commander as his pet would be no small feat for Erlin, giving Titus a year's commission would mean little to Erlin. But it would be everything to Titus. It would cause resentment among Erlin's men, but Jacoby doubted it would bother the king. "I heard the forces holding Chisea have been reduced. There are rumors of trouble on Steab's northern borders. Might be an easier job than we think, but I'm not counting on it." When several women approached the fire, Tarq fell silent and the conversation become general among the men. It was time for them to enjoy a bit of leisure. Not the least bit interested, Jacoby stood and headed out for a walk in the surrounding woods before he went to bed. Somehow it didn't surprise Jacoby to realize Titus would sacrifice himself for his own ambition. The commander had never made any secret of his ambitious plan to take every kingdom he could once he had the power. At least to his men if not the general public. This would help Titus' plan along by leaps and bounds. The woods were quiet except for nocturnal sounds of small animals rooting for their food, and an occasional bird disturbed by Jacoby's presence. When he reached a small pool, he debated about a quick dip to wash off. The sound of the waterfall spilling over the high rock overhead beckoned to him. With no one about, it would be safe to enjoy a bit of a swim. 33

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After he stripped, he draped his clothes on a nearby branch, then sprinted for the water and dove in. The sudden chill invigorated him. He felt no envy of Erlin nor pity for Titus. The men had made an agreement to suit both of their needs. It would be to each to live with it. Who could say what he himself would do in such a circumstance? While physical relationships between males weren't unusual in the middle of nowhere with no access to women, they were regarded as unnecessary and abnormal when women were easily available. Many might perceive Titus as weak for allowing himself to be used by a man since there were an inordinate number of women at hand. However, none would dare voice any opinion on Erlin in the matter. He was royalty, and their ways were mysteries. Jacoby knew it would be wisest to keep his mouth shut. The others might not be as nonjudgmental as Jacoby. As he floated on his back in the peaceful calm, Jacoby considered the potential implications. It made Jacoby wonder why Titus had chosen him to play guard. He didn't think Titus realized he knew what had happened, but there had been a chance of discovery. Since their fight, it seemed Titus trusted Jacoby implicitly. At least Jacoby had proven himself to the man, though he'd revealed his true fighting expertise. It had been unavoidable, and Jacoby didn't blame Titus for the confrontation. He would have done the same if their positions had been reversed. 34

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The commander never mentioned the one and only time they'd kissed, and Jacoby wouldn't bring up the subject. It would be better to forget it, though it surprised him how reluctant he was to do so. The chill had faded, and Jacoby rolled to his stomach for a lazy swim toward the waterfall. It wasn't often he could indulge himself. The water wasn't deep, and Jacoby stood beneath the fall, relishing the almost painful pressure falling on him. No doubt the other men were long settled with the women of their choosing, and Jacoby needed to get to bed. With a sigh, he headed for the shore. He emerged from the water and stood, letting the breeze dry him off. The wind chilled his skin, goose bumps dotted his arms, and he shivered. "Cold?" The soft question made Jacoby freeze. He knew who stood behind him before he whirled around. "You hide too much of yourself, Bale." An appreciative gaze drifted over Jacoby exposed body. Titus was a man who took what he wanted, and it was clear who and what he wanted now. When he reached for his clothes, Titus grabbed his wrist and pulled Jacoby closer. The corner of Titus' lip curled in a half smile, and an intent gaze held Jacoby. Jacoby opened his mouth to speak, but Titus' covered it before a sound was uttered. A sharp desire rolled through Jacoby, and he returned the hungry kiss without thought. He was aware of burgeoning arousal in the hard press of their bodies to each other. The 35

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heady taste of Titus' mouth intoxicated him, and Jacoby wanted more. Titus' hands shaped to Jacoby's ass, and Jacoby stayed right where he was. He tangled his hands in Titus' hair as he hungrily assaulted Titus' lips. The pent up need rose in Jacoby until he couldn't think straight. He'd been suppressing it for too damn long. Titus ended the kiss abruptly. "You better be in my bed before I get back to the tent." His dick led the way as Jacoby spun around to get the rest of his clothes from the branch. Once he'd dressed, he returned to the camp without a backward glance. His cock was hard, and damn near impossible to ignore until he made it halfway back. Then his brain reinserted itself. Why in the hell did he obey that kind of order from Titus? Being the man's valet was one thing, but this? Aroused or not, Jacoby wasn't going to lose his head over the mercenary. It had been a long time since he'd lost control over himself in such a way, not since he'd been a callow youth. Scowling, he slowed his pace. It wouldn't be the wisest relationship to get into. There were repercussions all across the board. Somehow Jacoby doubted the mercenary wanted a one time lay, then everything back to usual. Titus had never struck him as the sort to do anything without careful calculation behind it. However, Titus stood to gain nothing by fucking Jacoby. Jacoby stopped, leaned against a tree, and took a calming breath to clear his racing thoughts and raging hard on. What 36

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game did Titus play? There really would be nothing in it for Titus to sleep with Jacoby. Unless the man was trying to insure he had the utmost loyalty from Jacoby. It would be an excellent way to guarantee it, plus it would make pretty good blackmail material. However, the last part worked both ways. Jacoby couldn't see Titus putting himself in such a situation without gaining far more than he might lose. Grateful the unreasoning need of his cock had subsided, Jacoby pushed from the tree and continued to the camp. Sex was just sex to him, but he wasn't one to appreciate being used until he knew exactly why. He entered the camp once rational thought returned to his brain. He gave a cursory nod to the guards on duty before he passed by them. Calm once again, he opened the flap and went inside. There was no one in the tent, so Titus was still swimming at the pond, and Oran was most likely asleep by now. After he undressed, he left the candles burning for Titus and crawled into his cot. It was a warm night and all he needed was the thin blanket on his bed. Jacoby mulled over his thoughts as he lay there. When Titus came in, Jacoby eyed the mercenary removing his clothes. Try as he might to control his own reaction, Jacoby failed miserably. Something about the lean, strong form attracted him beyond reason. "My bed is far more comfortable." Titus dropped pieces of clothing to the floor as he approached Jacoby's cot. 37

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"True, but I find myself curious as to why you are interested in me." He propped his head on his arms as he stared up at Titus. "You never do anything without reason." "Being attracted to you isn't enough, Jacoby?" "You aren't the sort to act on a whim." Titus folded his arms across his chest. One brow quirked as he asked, "So why do you think I'm interested in you." "Not so much interested. More like wanting to insure my loyalty." "And it would bother you?" Jacoby eyed the long, hard cock not too far away. "No. As long as I know why I am being used." In a deliberate motion, he licked his lips as he rolled toward Titus. The gorgeous prick stood at attention no more than a few inches from his face. He propped his head in one hand, the other reaching for the flesh he wanted to taste. With an expert touch, Jacoby massaged Titus. The intensity of Titus' expression made Jacoby smile. For the time being, he had the mercenary's undivided attention, and he couldn't deny he enjoyed the power. He leaned over enough to lick at the head, savoring the salty flavor. Barely a breath later, he enveloped Titus in his mouth, sucking at the firm flesh. No more than a grunt escaped Titus before he pushed deeper into Jacoby's mouth. A hand moved to Jacoby's head, fingers tangling in the thick strands of hair. The thrust of his hips was slow at first, but in short time, the movements became more demanding, more urgent. Jacoby swallowed 38

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him, tongue flicking repeatedly across the sensitive underside. With considerable skill, he brought Titus close to the edge, then slowed, refusing to allow the man release. As he drew back his head, he pushed Titus back, then sat up. An impatient growl sounded before Titus grabbed his wrist and dragged Jacoby out of the bed. "Get in my bed. On your knees." Pleasure was pleasure to Jacoby. He didn't care if it came from fucking someone or being fucked. He chuckled as he went over to Titus' bed and knelt on the covers. The commander paused in front of one of his smaller cases and took something out. Jacoby glanced over his shoulder, and took hold of his own cock, giving himself a few quick strokes as he waited. The view of that body approaching him made his gut tighten in anticipation. Titus knelt behind him, one hand running over Jacoby's ass. The touch lingered before something cool and slick entered him. He realized it was Titus' finger as Titus leaned over to set a bottle of oil on the floor. The movement inside him left him gasping at the delicious friction. Closing his eyes, Jacoby drew a deep breath to bring himself under control. It had been some time since he'd had more than his own hand. A groan of sound escaped Titus, and Jacoby relaxed as the commander filled him. There was some pain with Titus' haste, but Jacoby enjoyed the burning stretch of flesh. He rocked 39

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back to grind against the mercenary to increase the sensation. The hard grip of Titus' hands kept Jacoby pinned. He looked over his shoulder and saw Titus' fierce downward focus of the joining of their bodies. The mixture of fascination and animal need enthralled him. Jacoby figured he looked much the same. There was no time or desire for words or slowness. Lust controlled both of them and any attempt to make it last longer was useless. Both men wanted what they wanted; it ruled their minds and bodies. Hand on his cock, Jacoby rubbed over it in rhythm to the forceful press of Titus' body into his. Titus tensed behind him and clawed at Jacoby's backside, signaling his release. Jacoby sped up his hand to quicken his own orgasm. Warm, sticky spurts coated his hand, and he shuddered with each one. After a moment spent to catch their breaths, Titus pulled out and plopped on his back. "We're leaving in the morning for Chisea. We both better get some sleep." Jacoby crawled out of the bed and went to his own cot. They had a hard few days ahead of them. It was nothing more than Jacoby had expected. **** As he rode behind Titus, Jacoby tried to squelch his misgivings. He'd dealt with his own feelings toward the commander for the better part of a year, and more so in the last month of being the man's personal valet. He'd always 40

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controlled himself around the mercenary, at least until Titus had gotten physical with him. Then it had proven damn near impossible. Under normal circumstances, Jacoby wouldn't have been one for much introspection about who he was attracted to or fucked. However, if he would have chosen a temporary fling or a relationship for himself, it wouldn't have been this one. Anything with Titus would be laden with a great deal of baggage, things Jacoby would rather not bother with. Simple and uncomplicated had always been his motto when it came to his sex life. The rhythmic sound of the horses' hooves on the road, and the occasional jangle of reins were almost soothing to him. This is what he was used to, had lived the majority of his time. It helped clear his thoughts somewhat. His life hadn't allowed for much in the way of fucking, but Jacoby had managed here and there. Once in a while things were serious; more often than not, they weren't. Jacoby had begun to think he had no real reason to sort it out, other than his own comfort level. It would be best to relax and go along for the ride. No doubt he would regret the decision sooner or later, but that was in the future. They had been on the march for the better part of a day and a half on less traveled roads. Titus, Jacoby, and four other men rode ahead of the others to scout the area. As Jacoby eyed a bend in the road, leading to rocky hills on both sides of them, it occurred to him it was the perfect place for an ambush. Jacoby eyed Titus when the commander 41

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stiffened as if in preparation for something. He wasn't the only one to have the thought. "Commander..." Before Jacoby could continue, Titus raised a hand, silencing him, then said in a quiet voice, "Men at the ready." All the men were on sudden alert, continuing down the small road. The blare of an enemy horn sounded off to their left, and everyone had their swords out before their attackers came into sight. There wouldn't have been enough time for any spies to inform Queen Steab of the mercenaries' advance on Chisea; besides none of the men charging them wore any kind of uniform to identify where they were from. Which meant it couldn't any of Steab's men. Who would dare attack them this way? Men swarmed from both sides and to the front of them. Even when Jacoby saw them, he didn't know who they were fighting, but there were no more than fifteen of them. Both sides were engaged, and Jacoby urged his horse forward, following Titus. He guided his horse to the left side of the commander as they rode forward to meet the charge of their enemy. It was an easy feat to control his horse with the pressure of his legs, sword and shield in hand to fight. As he fought, he noticed a man on horseback higher up the hill. A distinctive crown of red curls was hard to miss. The man, accompanied by two others, watched the fight. He recognized the man as a member of Erlin's court but didn't know his name. What the hell was going on? He shouted to Titus and pointed in the direction of the well-dressed gentleman. 42

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The commander scowled as he stared the man. After he dispatched two men near him, he gestured to Jacoby to follow him. The other officers had the fight well in hand. With a light kick of his heel, he sent the horse into a full out gallop up the hill, and Jacoby was right behind him. Swords high, they rushed the men. Jacoby almost laughed, seeing the noble's alarmed expression and frantic gestures. Before he and Titus reached them, the noble and his men wheeled around and were on the run. Titus motioned for a halt, and Jacoby reined in his horse. By the time they turned back to the main skirmish, the remaining noble's men had bolted as well. There was no reason for Titus to follow any of them. Jacoby knew the mercenary would take care of the man later and in his own way. The medic officer apprised Titus of everyone's condition. "No one was badly injured, Commander. Just a few scratches here and there." "Thank you, Ery. Now, why would Lord Kaln attack us?" Titus mused as they resumed their journey. "I doubt the bastard had Erlin's permission. The king wants Chisea. I don't think he'd risk angering you." "I agree with your assessment, Jacoby. Perhaps it was jealousy on Kaln's part." "Most of the Erlin's court resent you, Commander. You're not of noble birth, but you will have the highest military position in Erlin's army when we take Chisea. It's bound to earn you many enemies." "Possibly." It didn't seem like Titus was convinced, but he said nothing else until they reached the Nelsin River. He 43

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motioned his men to stop. "We'll set up main base here. Reams, ride back and let Captain Sothers know we've made camp." "I'll scout in advance to find out what we're up against." Jacoby knew a lone person could sneak in and out of Chisea with less problems if the city were on the alert. "Fine. But take no more than a day, Jacoby." "Will do, Commander." Jacoby directed his horse back to the road and continued on his way. An hour later, he reached a main road. There were far more horses, coaches, and travelers heading to the sea port. Even before he entered the city, Jacoby caught the tang of salt in the air. The walled city was fair size and very busy during the day. Jacoby passed under the open gateway, noting the number of guards at the gate. To his surprise, he didn't see any evidence of a large military presence. There might be truth to the rumors of Steab's problems. Or the Queen might be confident of whoever she had left in charge. After choosing the closet tavern, Jacoby tied his horse to the post outside, and tossed a coin to one of the children nearby. The towheaded boy looked to be the eldest and cleanest of the lot. "Watch him for me. I'll return in few hours. There'll be two more gold pieces for you if you and the horse are still here." The kid caught the coin, eagerly nodding his head. "We'll be here." Jacoby went inside the wooden building for a meal. He knew he might pick up a nugget or two about the situation in 44

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the city from the denizens. It was close to the evening meal and the place would be filled with dock workers and merchants. There were still a few tables left, and Jacoby chose one off to the side. He'd be able to hear everyone around, but be out of the way enough to avoid attention. A matronly waitress, light hair tied back in a severe bun, came over to him as he sat. As he ordered ale and a bowl of stew, she nodded, wiping her hands on her white apron, then returned to the kitchen to get his order. A middle-aged man near him spoke with disgust. "If there were another port this side of the Asage, I'd not come back to this place." "I'd be with you, Cag." A younger fellow nodded in full agreement. Both men were dressed in somber-colored, respectable suits of middle class merchants as were the others at the table. As Jacoby watched them, several men at the table nodded, then another spoke up. "This is the third rise in port tax. I'm making less but me and my men are working more." "Things'll get worse, Torbor. Mark my words. Heard tell the old Queen is after Cork and Staten. Now who's gonna finance that, says I." "It's been months since we've seen any of the Royal Army; when will they return?" Cag answered Torbor with a contemptuous smirk. "I think they've given up. Useless lot anyway."

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"What about the Guild fighters?" another asked. Unlike the others, he was clean shaven and looked to be a great deal younger than his companions. A sharp laugh sounded from Cag. "I wouldn't join that lot if you paid me, Ores. They'll just get themselves killed, thinking they can get rid of Steab's men." Several people nearby glanced at Cag in annoyance, and one voice rose above the others. "We can if enough men join us. We can't wait for the King to help us. It's time to do it on our own." The waitress returned with Jacoby's food, set everything on the table, then bobbed a curtsey to him. He smiled at her before he poured himself a goblet of ale and dug into the stew. "You're a fool, Barnes. You always were," Torbor sneered. "We've done a fair amount of damage to the bastards while you sit on your asses and do nothing." "I'll be alive long after they catch up with your fool ass and hang you, Jessed." Cag mocked the man Jacoby assumed to be a fighter. Or at least part of their organization. Jacoby finished his meal and motioned to the waitress for another bowl as he listened to the men espouse their cause. Most of the more well-to-do, older merchants seem to be on Cag's side. The others, dressed in common dock worker outfits, supported Barnes. Youth were always more passionate about their ideals, but they could come in handy. It would be to his advantage to speak with them when they were alone. 46

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The argument swelled between the two factions until Cag's group got out of their seats and huffed out of the tavern. Jacoby finished his meal, eyes fixed on the Guild fighter group. There were four men, and they appeared in excellent shape. The eldest had a few visible battle scars. All carried broad swords and the older man had a folded crossbow and arrows strapped to his back. One of the men noticed and pointed to Jacoby with his fork. "Man seems to be mightily interested in us, Alan." "Any reason, stranger?" Alan glanced over at him, and Jacoby could see a long scar marred the right side of the man's face. "Just interested in your group. That's all," Jacoby lazily answered him. The waitress set down another bowl and pitcher down for him. He tossed her two gold coins, one for the meal and one for a tip. A smile crossed her harried features before she turned to head back into the kitchen. Suspicion crossed Alan features as he asked, "Why?" "We might be of help to each other." Alan studied him at great length. Jacoby ate the rest of his stew at an unhurried pace, waiting for Alan to speak again. No doubt the man was assessing whether he should trust Jacoby or not. It was moments like these when Jacoby's disguise came in handy. While he carried a sword and shield, most assumed him too heavy to fight with any skill. He knew if the men agreed to talk to him, it would be because they believed they could kill him if he became a problem. After the long attempt to discomfort Jacoby failed, Alan said, "How might you help us, stranger?" 47

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"The name is Jacoby, and I'd rather talk elsewhere." "That can be arranged. Follow me." All of the men stood with Jacoby and left the tavern. Outside, the other three melted away in different directions as Alan led him down the street. The boy Jacoby had paid to take care of the horse still stood at his post, and Jacoby nodded to him as they passed. A moment later Jacoby asked a question he knew Alan wouldn't hesitate to answer. "Do you know how many of Steab's men are left in the city?" "Three squadrons. Two of the squadrons shipped out for Cork because we're the closest to the battle line. We've been told five squadrons are being sent here from Lidest. Three are going to Cork, two are supposed to stay here." "Any idea when they'll arrive?" Jacoby followed him into a small, dilapidated building. Rats scurried across the floor as they entered. Three men at a table paused in their conversation, eyeing Jacoby and Alan, but Alan ignored them. "Rumor says in less than a week." Alan headed to a hall, opened one of the doors and went inside. "No ears here but our own, so you may speak freely." It wasn't likely Alan trusted him at all, but then, Jacoby didn't trust the fighter either. Jacoby wasn't about to tell all to Alan, but a version of his purpose would serve well enough. "Let's just say I have a great deal of interest in freeing the city, and I have a few men who are willing to help achieve that aim. I want all the information you have on the squadrons." 48

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While Alan filled him in on everything Jacoby wanted to know, the man didn't let slip any information about his own men. It impressed Jacoby, and he never pressed for anything concerning the fighters. Once he had what he wanted, he parted company with the fighter and wandered around the city for several hours, examining structure and layout, noting places of advantage for an attack. After he returned to the camp, he filled in Titus on everything he'd learned. Since they couldn't enter the city en masse without arousing suspicion, Titus arranged for groups of five to twenty men to enter the city over the course of the next two days. Disguised as merchants, it was easy enough to blend into the marketplace and stay at local inns. Jacoby spent the time learning more about the rhythm of the city: when the gates were closed, the patrolling of guards, and numbers of men posted. The main body of mercenaries split into three camps and stayed to the north, south, and east of the city at safe enough distances to avoid detection. They'd been given orders to be at the city gates the following night at three a.m. It would be up to Jacoby and the men with him to make sure the city gates were open. Since the city was on a midnight curfew, there would be no one out on the streets, and the shutters of all businesses and homes would be closed. At the appointed time, Jacoby and two others were positioned close to the guard post at the north gate. Two archers were on rooftops nearby to take out the men on the wall walk between the gatehouses. Jacoby knew any guards 49

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atop the walls would be facing the surrounding countryside. When he heard the soft warble of a night bird signaling the archers were ready, Jacoby left his hiding spot and snuck up behind the two guards making their rounds. Jest and Malcolm, two of the mercenaries Jacoby had chosen, followed with silent stealth behind him. Since there were no warning sounds from above, the archers had done their jobs. It took little effort for Jacoby to slit one man's throat, and Malcolm dispatched the other before the first body hit the ground. Jest waited until they'd finished, then headed into the guard post, and Jacoby and Malcolm were right behind him. As Jacoby expected there were only two other men inside. Both leapt up from the small table they'd been sitting at, but before they could sound any alarm, Jest and Malcolm killed them. They returned outside to raise the beam of wood blocking the enormous gate doors. Since the patrols passed in fifteen minutes increments, and the guards they killed wouldn't report to the next post, they had no more than fifteen minutes on their side. Once they removed the beam, the archers melted into the darkness to deal with the guards farther down the wall walk. Jest and Malcolm helped Jacoby open the gate, then returned to the gatehouse to disable the portcullis and signal to the mercenaries hidden in the nearby countryside. It took considerable strength to get the gate fully open, and once he did, Jacoby saw Titus and his men were already on the road, advancing into the city. All of the mercenaries 50

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were on foot, steps muffled by thick cloth tied around their shoes. Jacoby had no doubt the men assigned at the other three gates and at the bailey had done their jobs. The mercenaries would be able to attack the military barracks without a problem. As yet there had been no alarms raised, so they still had the element of surprise on their side. It wouldn't last long and all the men around Jacoby were tense and on alert. The rest of Titus' men arrived from the south and east and joined the main body. As they approached the bailey, Jacoby could see the gates were wide open. However, a sudden clanging noise jarred the quiet night. Somebody had set off an alarm, and darkness gave way to rapidly lit torches. At Titus' direction, a group rushed in advance and flooded the main area in front of the barracks. Men, half dressed and cursing, dashed into the courtyard to meet the mercenaries. Others remained in the front courtyard to deal with any who made it out into the city street. There was little time to think now. Just slash and stab. Back to back, he and Titus fought with a fierce ruthlessness without regard for the lives of their enemies. Jacoby parried a swift, vicious attack and skewered his opponent a second later. A shove of Jacoby's hand on the man's chest sent the body flying back and another took his place, then another. Blood stained Jacoby's clothes, but none of it his. As Titus advanced into the crowd of men, Jacoby remained at his back. He had to step over fallen bodies, some of them his own comrades. It 51

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seemed like forever as Jacoby confronted soldier after soldier. Sword slick with blood, he killed any who came near them. Several officers of the Queen's army yelled orders into the fray, but after more than an hour of fighting, the number of Steab's men had dwindled. All around him, blood-spattered men and women fought for their lives. Screams and shouts mingled into one noise, indistinguishable on the battle field. All of a sudden the fighting began to falter and a silence fell over everyone. Jacoby spun around and saw Titus had jumped up on the parade platform. The mercenary was bloody, but triumphant. He raised the head of Steab's commander high for all to see. The battle was over, and the rest of Steab's men were in complete disarray. Jacoby grinned as he raised a blood-stained sword in salute to Titus. All of the mercenaries erupted in cheers as they lifted their swords. Unbidden, lust rose in Jacoby, no matter how hard he tried to deny it. Titus was an incredible sight, even covered in blood. After dropping the head in a sack and giving it to a messenger, Titus climbed down the platform steps. The head would be sent to Erlin as proof of their victory. Other messengers all over the city banged on doors and announced King Erlin once again ruler of Chisea. As medics combed the area for the wounded and dying, the rest of the men settled in. They would occupy the city and wait for reinforcements from Erlin.

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The mayor of the city and several council members approached them in haste. From their state of disarray, it was clear they'd been unprepared for what had happened. "I'm Mayor Quinel. Thank the gods you have defeated them." An elderly man clasped Titus' hand with a warm smile. "We didn't know when King Erlin would free us." Titus accepted his thanks and the cheers from the other men and women surrounding them with a nod, then introduced himself. "I am Commander Blood. My men and I were sent here to reclaim the city. We will remain here until the King sends troops to defend it. We will stay in the barracks until they arrive." Jacoby scanned the crowd and saw several of the fighters he'd met; one of them was Alan. The man stared at him in shock, drawing a chuckle from Jacoby. He winked before returning his attention to Titus. "Nonsense, Commander Blood. You must stay in one of the palace rooms. I'm sure King Erlin will expect us to offer you our utmost hospitality for bringing Chisea back to its proper place." The mayor beamed at Titus, then grabbed his arm to guide him to the palace. To his surprise, Titus motioned for Jacoby to walk beside him. Word had spread fast and the buildings they passed were now ablaze with lights, the once quiet streets filled with people. The blood covering Jacoby had become sticky and uncomfortable, but he ignored it. When they reached the palace, whatever carnage had taken place there had been removed, and there were servants scrubbing off any blood stains left behind. 53

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As they entered the palace, the mayor and council members paused in their effusive gratitude as a richly dressed couple stepped up to them. "I am Lord Hart, Royal Chancellor, and this is my wife, Lady Avelyn. You have our undying gratitude for aiding our city in its time of need, Commander Blood. We are planning a festival in honor of you and your men for tomorrow afternoon. For now, Keeper Avers will show you to your rooms." "Thank you, Lord Hart." Titus bowed politely to the woman. "Lady Hart." The beautiful blonde regally inclined her head in his direction, eyeing Titus in a coquettish manner. Before Titus could say anything, Keeper Avers interrupted, "Follow me please, Commander Blood." As the keeper led them up the main staircase, Jacoby noted the curious gazes watching their every move. It appeared most, if not all, were happy to be returned to the Kingdom of Asua, but it didn't matter if they were or not. Jacoby didn't have to be a mind reader to know an exultant triumphant lay beneath Titus' calm exterior. The commander was all that much closer to his desired goal. They walked in silence down a long corridor off the main stairs. At the last door, the keeper stopped to open it. "Here is your suite, Commander Blood. A bath has been readied for you in the bathing room. If you need anything else, let one of the servants know." Titus nodded in dismissal, then entered the room. Jacoby followed and shut the door behind him. The sheer luxury of the room was overwhelming. At least to Jacoby. 54

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In the center of the room stood an enormous, dark wood, four poster bed. Its deep blue velvet curtains were drawn back, and the bed looked invitingly comfortable. There was more furniture in the room than had the right to be there. A large writing desk off to the side stood ready for use. Numerous chairs, a sofa, and several book cases full of books filled the room. Through an open door way, Jacoby could see a table laden with food. A polished, black marble floor reflected everything within the rooms in its gleaming mirrorlike finish. Before Jacoby could say anything, a door opened and a servant came into the room. As she bobbed a curtsey to Titus, she said, "Welcome, Commander Blood. Your bath is ready for you." "My valet will attend me. You may leave." "Very good, Commander Blood." The young woman bowed once again before she left the room. After the door shut, Titus stripped out of his clothes and said, "Make sure we're alone." It took Jacoby no more than a moment to investigate the dining room. The table had been filled with sliced meats, cheeses, fruits and vegetables of every kind, more than enough to feed Titus' entire staff of officers. Trays of myriad deserts decorated the center of the table, along with several decanters of wine and jugs of ale. In the bathing room, instead of the tub he expected to see, there was a crystalline pool the size of two rooms, and fragrant steam wafted from the water. The damn thing 55

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appeared to be hewn out of one gigantic, clear crystal. It was unbelievable. "Nobody else here, Commander," Jacoby said as Titus entered, stark naked. "Get your clothes off and join me, Jacoby." The man stepped into the water, then sank into it with a hearty sigh. "Damn, this feels good." Without argument, Jacoby peeled off his dirty, blood stained clothes and joined Titus in the hot water. The heat of it surrounded him as he moved to the deepest part of the pool. "Some men could get used to this way too easily, Commander." "It's just one of many things to have, Jacoby. But never a necessity." "Aye. That's one way to look at it." He dove beneath the water, then surfaced and moved to the shallower part to get the vial of soap and washing cloth on the ledge. Titus floated on his back, eyes closed. Like a sculpted god of old, he seemed completely in his element. Something Jacoby understood, but didn't share. Like Titus, Jacoby was already hard as a rock and made no attempt to hide his state. He stroked over himself with a soapy hand as he waited to attend to the mercenary. The ache in his loins rose with the slow tempo of fingers over his cock. One eye opened and Titus gave him a lazy look, seeming to enjoy the sight of Jacoby's bobbing hand. Jacoby smiled a bit as he waited for an indication of whatever Titus wanted. 56

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The mercenary didn't say anything at first; he followed the lazy movement as his own hand brushed over the length of his prick. Long, silent moments passed, each arousing themselves at their leisure. No words were necessary. Titus twirled a hand, and Jacoby knelt near the ledge, water waist deep. He set the wash cloth on the smooth edge, waiting for the mercenary. The length of Titus' body molded to Jacoby's back as a strong pair of arms circled him. The trail of kisses Titus pressed to his shoulder made him shiver in reaction. A slight rock of Titus' hips trapped the hard length between the cheeks of Jacoby's ass, and Titus' hands pinched and teased Jacoby's nipples. Jacoby shifted position, spreading his legs more and ground back against Titus. A delicious ripple of sensation went straight to his groin, and he moaned with it. The sharp bite of Titus' teeth to the side of his throat and sudden pressure filling him sent a shudder through him. Hands on the ledge, Jacoby pushed back, impaling himself on Titus' cock. There was nothing in the world like this, and the thought flooded his mind, along with the stretch of his own body. Titus knocked away Jacoby's hand and took over pleasuring him. Caught between the two feelings, he covered Titus' hand, urging the mercenary on. Titus grabbed Jacoby's hip with one hand, fingers tightening to drag him back as Titus fucked him. Titus stiffened and Jacoby's balls tightened with the quickened pace of Titus' hand. They were at the edge and a guttural cry escaped both of them with their orgasms. Wave after wave 57

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crashed over Jacoby, and he wanted it to last forever as he lost himself in the vortex. Once they were spent, Jacoby pulled away to pick up the soapy cloth. Titus let Jacoby attend to him, and after Jacoby washed and rinsed the soap from his hair and body, Jacoby moved to get out of the water to grab a towel. "No, take care of yourself, then join me in the dining room, Bale." Through the open doorway, he watched Titus dry off as Jacoby took his own bath. The well-muscled back and ass fascinated him. He couldn't deny it. Being the lover of the mercenary leader wasn't the wisest thing Jacoby had ever done, but for some reason, he no longer cared. Titus tossed the towel on one of the chairs, then headed into the dining room without bothering to dress. Surprised Titus hadn't put any clothes on, Jacoby finished washing before he dipped beneath the water to rinse off. The faint soreness of his ass reminded him of the pleasure he'd been given. For now, that's what mattered as far as he was concerned. He grabbed one of the towels from the rack near him and got out of the water. After he dried off, he strode naked to the dining room to join Titus. It would be a long, interesting night.

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