bickering?” Betsy wanted to know, since the conversation was still in Italian and she was still only learning to speak the language.
“Yes, ma bella, just like an old married couple,” Gabriel chuckled. “And doubtless they will continue all the way to Egypt before we get any sort of break from their noise.”
“I heard that,” said Gaal-det with a brow raised in his direction.
Smirking, Gabriel replied, “I made certain that you did.”
*
“You must know that we cannot all cross the water in your truck,” Gordral scoffed as they sat in a banquet hall of the castle discussing the details. “It would be much better if we just traveled underground. Besides, did you not tell me that your truck had already gone back with the men you did not bring down here?”
“Yes, but—well, do you not grow tired of the lack of starlight?” Gabriel insisted. “Do you not wish for fresh air and maybe even some sunlight?”
“I haven’t seen the sun in three hundred years,” Gordral told him. “I have truly become a creature of the night, if ever there was one. I even acquired my sisters by dark of night. The surface has become somewhat alien to me and to my men. Yet must we go wherever the lance goes, for we have been tied to it irrevocably.”
“I see,” said Rico. “Then perhaps your way is best for now. But the real question is, do you know the way?”
“To Egypt, yes,” said Gordral. “But I suppose we’ll have to come outside once we get there.”
“Very well, then, if there’s nothing else to discuss, I would like to begin the journey within a few hours if we may,” Rico said. “Have your men prepare and then let us know when you are ready to set out.”
“It is agreed,” Gordral said, shaking Rico’s hand. He then turned and shook Gabriel’s as well.
“I believe Betsy and I will return to the chamber we were given for a short nap,” Gabriel said, rising and taking his wife’s hand. “Have someone inform us when it is time, will you?”
“Of course,” Gordral agreed. “And try to remember that the caves echo this time, won’t you?”
Smirking, Gabriel replied, “Good thing we didn’t tell her that.”
“Indeed,” the knight said, nodding towards Betsy before he walked away.
“What were you two just saying?” Betsy wanted to know.
“He hopes our nap is restful,” Gabriel improvised. Betsy didn’t believe him, but since she couldn’t prove otherwise, she simply nodded. Her husband brought her with him out of the hall and to their chamber, drawing her with him to the bed awaiting them there.
“Do you want to get kinky in a cave again, Gabriel?” Betsy giggled as his body covered hers.
“You know that I do, my bella,” he chuckled. “But perhaps this time we should not ring the rafters quite so much.”
“Ring the rafters?” she scoffed. “If I did, it’s only because you know what buttons to push. He was telling you he heard me, wasn’t he? That’s what I thought he said. I have been practicing, you know.”
“Why don’t you practice something on me instead?” Gabriel teased her.
Betsy willingly unzipped his pants and began to dine on his flesh. Chuckling, Gabriel threaded his fingers through her hair, offering her as much encouragement as was needed to get him ready. When he felt that her ministrations had accomplished the desired effect, he flipped her onto her back, yanked off her pants and underwear together, and entered her, thrusting until her desire matched and exceeded his own.
“Yes! Yes!” Betsy told him. “Right there!”
When they’d both finished yelling, Gabriel laughed outright.
“What’s so funny?” Betsy grumbled.
“There went the rafters again,” he told her with a huge grin.
“Somehow I don’t really feel bad about that,” Betsy admitted. They both burst out laughing again, and then there was a knock on the door.
“I was sent to tell you two to get dressed since we’ll be leaving within the hour,” said the
“Yes, ma bella, just like an old married couple,” Gabriel chuckled. “And doubtless they will continue all the way to Egypt before we get any sort of break from their noise.”
“I heard that,” said Gaal-det with a brow raised in his direction.
Smirking, Gabriel replied, “I made certain that you did.”
*
“You must know that we cannot all cross the water in your truck,” Gordral scoffed as they sat in a banquet hall of the castle discussing the details. “It would be much better if we just traveled underground. Besides, did you not tell me that your truck had already gone back with the men you did not bring down here?”
“Yes, but—well, do you not grow tired of the lack of starlight?” Gabriel insisted. “Do you not wish for fresh air and maybe even some sunlight?”
“I haven’t seen the sun in three hundred years,” Gordral told him. “I have truly become a creature of the night, if ever there was one. I even acquired my sisters by dark of night. The surface has become somewhat alien to me and to my men. Yet must we go wherever the lance goes, for we have been tied to it irrevocably.”
“I see,” said Rico. “Then perhaps your way is best for now. But the real question is, do you know the way?”
“To Egypt, yes,” said Gordral. “But I suppose we’ll have to come outside once we get there.”
“Very well, then, if there’s nothing else to discuss, I would like to begin the journey within a few hours if we may,” Rico said. “Have your men prepare and then let us know when you are ready to set out.”
“It is agreed,” Gordral said, shaking Rico’s hand. He then turned and shook Gabriel’s as well.
“I believe Betsy and I will return to the chamber we were given for a short nap,” Gabriel said, rising and taking his wife’s hand. “Have someone inform us when it is time, will you?”
“Of course,” Gordral agreed. “And try to remember that the caves echo this time, won’t you?”
Smirking, Gabriel replied, “Good thing we didn’t tell her that.”
“Indeed,” the knight said, nodding towards Betsy before he walked away.
“What were you two just saying?” Betsy wanted to know.
“He hopes our nap is restful,” Gabriel improvised. Betsy didn’t believe him, but since she couldn’t prove otherwise, she simply nodded. Her husband brought her with him out of the hall and to their chamber, drawing her with him to the bed awaiting them there.
“Do you want to get kinky in a cave again, Gabriel?” Betsy giggled as his body covered hers.
“You know that I do, my bella,” he chuckled. “But perhaps this time we should not ring the rafters quite so much.”
“Ring the rafters?” she scoffed. “If I did, it’s only because you know what buttons to push. He was telling you he heard me, wasn’t he? That’s what I thought he said. I have been practicing, you know.”
“Why don’t you practice something on me instead?” Gabriel teased her.
Betsy willingly unzipped his pants and began to dine on his flesh. Chuckling, Gabriel threaded his fingers through her hair, offering her as much encouragement as was needed to get him ready. When he felt that her ministrations had accomplished the desired effect, he flipped her onto her back, yanked off her pants and underwear together, and entered her, thrusting until her desire matched and exceeded his own.
“Yes! Yes!” Betsy told him. “Right there!”
When they’d both finished yelling, Gabriel laughed outright.
“What’s so funny?” Betsy grumbled.
“There went the rafters again,” he told her with a huge grin.
“Somehow I don’t really feel bad about that,” Betsy admitted. They both burst out laughing again, and then there was a knock on the door.
“I was sent to tell you two to get dressed since we’ll be leaving within the hour,” said the
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