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Aimee - b - Chapter
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AIMEE'
Chapter I
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The sound
of the door opening told Darynn that his student for the
evening had arrived. He put down the quill he worked with, moving
slowly,
and then covered the inkwell with a small stone cap. He turned
slowly,
anticipating the look of awe in the student's face (they always
looked the
same). But when he turned, he found himself surprised, because
he had
never before had a female student. "Well," he said.
He estimated
her age between fourteen and fifteen years. That age
where children become just perfect for teaching the ways of the
advanced
magicks he, of all the mages, understood best. Her hair hung
about her
face and down her back in a black frame of soft, tight curls.
He saw
beautiful, powerful slate blue eyes under that frame, and a tiny,
delicate
nose hovered above an equally small and expressive mouth. "Come
here,
child. Sit, over there, on that stool with the blue pillow,
yes." She
moved as he directed, and although she needed her heels on the
bottom rung
of the stool, she did manage to get onto it without help. "Now
then," he
said. "Tell me your name."
"Aimee',
sir." She held out an envelope.
"And
your master?"
"Teltirray,
Darynn-sir."
"He purchased
you?" He opened the letter, which indeed carried Mage
Teltirray's seal on it, as he listened.
The girl shook
her head nervously. "No, sir. Well, yes sir. I mean
I do not know. He removed me from an orphanage seven months
ago, but the
arrangement did not have the contract exchange of a slave."
"But
coin passed hand nonetheless," Darynn said, nodding. Teltirray's
last two students had been girls like Aimee'. They were always
girls.
Darynn disliked Teltirray, partially for his tastes and partially
for his
utter lack of social grace and manners. Teltirray's last two
"students"
had aparrently found the stress of living with him unbearable
and committed
suicide, and he had suspected from the start that Teltirray merely
drove
them to madness as a simple method of disposal. With Aimee's
appearance
and the instructions in the letter she held out to him, he felt
his
suspicions were confirmed.
Darynn examined
Aimee' carefully while deep in thought about a
personal dilemma that had not existed before she had walked through
the
door. He switched his vision; decades had passed since he had
needed to
say anything in order to effect such change. Under his eyes,
she appeared
as a conglormeration of green and blue masses, swirling lazily.
"By
Sphahis!" he whispered to himself, then caught his words.
This girl
radiated power, power he was very familiar with, and Teltirray's
current
plan became clear to him. Teltirray sought his skill not so
that he might
train an apprentice, but an odalisque.
Darynn became
convinced, and smiled to himself. Aimee' would get the
training Teltirray sought, but he would not get just an odalisque;
he would
get an houri, as well.
"So,
you have come to me to learn my magicks, Aimee'?" he asked.
"Y...
yes, sir. He told me you knew best the teachings in the world
about the magicks of the Satyrs and the Megass." She fidgeted
nervously in
her seat, still not daring to make eye contact with him.
He rose from
his chair. The sound of his seat rocking startled her
slightly, and she looked away. He stood before her and reached
out with
one hand to touch her under the chin, to reach into her. He
wished her a
calmness and she received it, turning her head back towards him.
"Look at
me, Aimee'. Tell me what you see."
Her eyes looked
into his and her gaze pierced him. Oh, Teltirray, he
thought as he let her in, you do like to play with fire, don't
you? "I see
a man. Young, but fully grown. Brown, your eyes, the same color
as your
beard and hair. You have a handsome nose, and a wide mouth,
but the lips
look thick, but not unhandsomely so. Your body, what I can see
of it,
shows care, well-shaped and strong. And you possess power."
"The
last. Your opinion, or that of rumors given to you?"
"Mine,"
she said firmly.
He smiled
and walked back to his comfortable chair, slowly lowering a
spherical shutter over the magically glowing orb that sat on
his desk.
He wanted the darkness of the room to make it seem smaller and
more
intimate. He wanted her trust above everything else. "I
want to tell you a
story, Aimee', that tale I tell all my students, of my first
encounter with
the Satyrs and of my learning of the ways of love, of power,
and of men.
That you should hear it intrigues me, because I have never told
it to a
female before. Your master tests me, and I do not like being
tested. But
do not relay that message to him. You may tell him everything
that
occurs... but that. Do you understand?"
"Yes...
yes sir."
"Good.
Now listen closely."
I began my
life as a simple blacksmith's son and the very idea that I
might end up a mage never crossed my mind. I knew my place in
the world
and I knew that the worlds of mages lay far beyond my simple
reach. Never
did the twain meet.
I had a talent
for the smithy, make no mistake. I knew how to make
steel behave in manners never seen before or since, and I can
still do the
same today. I still smith as a hobby. And as a way of making
the tools of
my true trade, of course.
Do you know
where Daber Wood lies on the map, Aimee? No? Some day I
shall pull out my maps and show it to you, once you have learned
to read
the simpler ones. Yes, I intend on teaching you that as well.
Suffice to
say it should take many weeks and many forged rivers to reach
it walking.
My father
had many customers and when I came into my own often he sent
me to see to their needs. As I approached my seventeenth birthday
it
became apparent to both him and me that my talents would someday
surpass
his. Customers more often requested my presence at their needs
then they
did his. I must give him credit for his fortitude and his benevolence
for
never once did he express greif or anger at my inborn skills,
only joy and
happiness at what we both saw as my future success. He knew
that someday I
would have the skills to save him in elder years. And now, although
in
ways neither of us intended, I do. But we could never know what
would
happen to me that summer.
Father dispatched
me one morning to the house of a customer who lived
on the other side of Daber Wood. He called himself Thomas Cailleac,
and to
the knowledge of our town he had come into his estate and his
wealth from a
combination of family and the lucky spoils of war. He had often
called me
in the past year, admitting to me once that he enjoyed my natural
talents
as a worker of iron, lead, and silver.
Even starting
out first thing that morn the ride to his home would
take me well into the day. It would also carry me through the
thickest
heart of those Woods. The stories in town often called those
woods
haunted, or worse, cursed! Men vanished in those woods, and
sometimes,
late at night, the sounds of pipe and drum carried on the wind.
My father
often warned me about the Daber, telling me not to ride through
them after
dark. When visiting Cailleac I often rode through them in the
early
evening but often managed to break through them before complete
nightfall.
I reached
Cailleac before high noon. As much as I could tell, Thomas
lived alone although his house could easily have hidden a dozen
sleeping
chambers and staff. He extended his kindness as always, offering
me bread
and beer before indicating the work he wanted done. Iron frames
and lead
workings held the glass windows in his home in place but often
those frames
and working needed mending. He supplied the glass panes and
the lead but
he needed my skill to shape and work them properly. At least,
he always
said so. But Thomas had told me once of his life as a warrior
and I didn't
think him the kind of man to disdain simple physical labor.
I offered to
teach him the simple things that would make it possible for him
to do most
of the mending himself.
He laughed
heartily. "I like your company, Darynn. Sometimes I think
of breaking the windows myself just to have more excuses to invite
you out
here. But, your words have sense. Show me."
I taught him
the basics of lead and the dangers therein. Then he
showed me an iron fence that had rotted through and the bolts
that had come
loose in the last windstorm. Fixing that ruined masonry took
quite a
while.
I felt his
eyes upon me as I work. I make no exaggeration in that.
He wore tight pants of tanned cowhide, tall boots, the kind a
soldier
should own, and a simple tunic with a slit 'v' at his neck that
could be
drawn closed with a strap of leather. The heat of day sweated
the life out
of me as I worked and he brought me water, but as he offered
it to me I
could feel his eyes touch my skin where my shirt did not cover
me. And his
breath, like the scent of warm horses, carried to my nostrils
something
that I could not fathom.
For at that
age I had known the pleasant company of women but not
their intimacies. And the intimacies of men... pfagh! All I
knew of that
came from legends of evil, sickness, and death. What did my
town cleric
know? Nothing!
Forgive me,
Aimee. I forget that my cleric now thinks my kind of
knowledge 'corrupt' and evil, and I think he knows absolutely
nothing. I
must remain focused in my tale.
Have you ever
watched a man walk, Aimee? They all walk in almost the
same manner. All except Thomas. His boots should have leant
him a
strident, powerful gait. Instead, his power seemed elsewhere,
in his eyes
and his broad, massive chest. His stride came in short, careful
gestures,
as if he thought about every step before making it. For a man
so long a
soldier he looked uncomfortable wearing those boots.
"You
could stay the night," he offered me as I prepared my horse
to
leave.
"Father
will want me home."
"Night
falls already, Darynn. I fear for your safety if you walk
through those woods at this hour. It takes you four hours to
reach your
home from here."
"I only
spend the first two in the forest, sir. I will have no
trouble."
His eyes darted
back and forth, and the concern in his face warmed me.
But at the same time it made me nervous; did he know something
I didn't?
His nervousness said he did. Finally, though, he nodded his
head. "Take
care of yourself, Darynn. I will want to see you again."
He reached out a
hand and dropped payment in my hand. Seven silver, and
more than I had asked.
"And
you, Thomas. God bless you." I mounted my horse and rode
towards the woods even as the darkbess of night fell further.
As I rode,
I realized the error of my choice. For the clouds had
covered the sky and neither moon shone through to light my way.
At first I
felt confident, but fear began to push that confidence down,
so I lit a
lantern.
I saw that
I had strayed far from the road. I could not see it from
atop my mount. I guessed that I had ridden in a straight line
since
leaving the path and that if I turned around and road straight
back, I had
to reach the road again. As my horse walked, I heard thunder
in the
distance. At first it came as a slow rumble, then it grew louder
and
sharper and closer. Then a lightning bolt struck nearby; my
hair stood on
end, my skin burned. Naturally, my horse panicked and threw
me off. I
landed on the ground, cursing, and then as my horse flailed my
pack of
tools feel from his back and landed very near my head. A blacksmith's
tools weigh many pounds, and I realized that had they fallen
on my head I
would surely have died.
That thought
stayed in my head for a long time. The fall had stunned
me and I sat up to collect my wits. And then a young, boyish
voice rang
out through the woods. "A human, fallen from his horse!"
Another voice
sang, "What shall we do with him?"
And the first
answered, "Why, take him, of course!" Suddenly a small
crowd of young boys appeared out of the woods. The oldest looked
no more
than sixteen, and the youngest thirteen. I looked around, bewildered,
as
they threw a net over my shoulders.
I sputtered
and cursed as they drew the net tight. "Unhand me!"
I
demanded.
"Ah,
ah!" the eldest chided me. "You dared to walk through
our woods
at night, and now we have you for our amusement."
"What...
what shall you do to me?"
"You'll
see. You'll like it." He smiled, and fear gripped my heart.
The fall had stunned me so hard that only now did I realized
that none of
the boys wore any clothing. Hair covered their legs from the
waists to
their ankles, and those very legs ended not in feet, but in hooves.
Satyrs
had taken me. I knew the end of my life approached soon.
"I thought...
I thought Satyrs only took women."
"We take
what we want," the boy replied. "And tonight, our
Master
wants you."
"Your
Master?"
"You
will see." They hoisted my net between two poles and carried
me
through the woods like a stag trapped in a hunt. Which, in a
way, they may
have regarded me. We approached an open circle ringed with torches,
and as
we approached the winds seemed to die away. I knew that they
controlled
the magics of the woods, and here I saw the evidence.
The circled
grew out of the side of a hill, and set into the hill I
saw a throne, covered in shadows. A shape sat in that throne
but I could
not see who-- or what-- owned that shape. "Master,"
the eldest spoke, "We
have brought your prize."
"Good."
I expected their master's voice to frighten me, but instead
it did the opposite. I felt warmed by it, reassured by it.
And it had a
familiar sound to it as well, as if I knew this Master. "Remove
him from
the net."
They lowered
the poles and removed the net from about me. The Master
spoke again. "Strip him."
The boyish,
youthful satyrs tore my clothes from my body. I felt no
urge to fight them. Instead, I felt curiosity, wonder, reassurance,
and an
uncontrollable emergence of lust. "Bring him closer."
They did not
have to lead. I walked voluntarily and he noticed this.
"You want," their Master said. "I can see it
in your eyes and the way you
hold your body. Good. You will need that. Now kneel before
me."
That I would
not do. I resisted him. I wanted to have my curiosity
satisfied but not at the cost of my diginity. "Kneel,"
he repeated, his
voice firm and demanding. The boys grabbed at my arms and my
shoulders and
began pushing me down. And although I felt my need to resist
him utterly
strong and unquestionable within me, I also felt myself sinking
to my
knees. But still I looked up, holding my chin high and defying
him.
I watched
him stand and approach me. As his face came into the light
I recognized it and I knew his name. "Thom." But
the same hair that
covered the boys covered him, and instead of feet I saw hooves.
"You... "
"They
call me the Lord of Satyrs of Daber Wood." He smiled, his
hand
reaching out to stroke my hair. His fingers touched me and I
felt the
first touches of his power within me. "And they name me
Thomorr. You may
call me that, my beloved Darynn."
I cannot tell
you what confusion lived in my heart, Aimee'. For I
knew they should kill me that night; few whom the Satyrs took
lived to talk
and those that did kept their secrets close. But at the same
time I knew
that I trusted Thom. Had always treated me well. And the lust,
Oh,
Aimee', the lust I felt I cannot describe. It took me over,
it fed me and
it burned me.
His legs looked
like the trunks of trees under their sheaths of thick,
curly hair. As I looked up I saw his sex, and I will tell you
shamelessly
that horses are not so blessed with such enormity, nor angels
with such
beauty. To measure it, I saw three hands of length to it and
a thickness
that rivaled my wrists. Behind it his sac hung, full and large.
Above
that a thick tangle of reddish brown hair protected his beauty
from the
cold, and above that I saw his lean, broad chest and belly.
He smiled, his
face calm and handsome; no woman could refuse him, as man or
as beast.
His hands
stroked his sex and it grew harder under his touch, although
I will not say it grew any longer. "You will take this
tonight," he said,
looking down at me. "You know how a woodsman splits wood
with a wedge,
Darynn? Look at this engine, Darynn. My boys, they call this
the
Boysplitter." He caressed his manhood with a closed fist,
running his
hands along the length of that unbelievable shaft, reaching the
end and
seemingly twisting as he stroked. "Kiss it, Darynn. Bless
this body.
Worship properly and you may learn the secret of living through
the night."
"Thom..."
I gasped, my toungue thick. All I knew instructed me that
what he asked was evil, but I knew that I wanted it. I wanted
him. I
wanted him to take me as he wanted to take me.
"Kiss
me, Darynn. Kiss my sex. Open your mouth and receive the first
of me."
I knelt, my
face upraised, and opened my mouth. He stepped forward,
one small step, and the head of his manhood pressed against my
lips. For
the first time I knew the taste of a man and I knew I would again
never
find satisfaction in the arms of women only. Hear these words,
Aimee',
that our lessons forbid the taste of our own sex with good reason,
for once
we have learned it we will never find satisfaction in half of
mankind
alone.
His very largeness
prevented me from taking all of him. I could not
fit more than the head of his sex into my mouth, but he seemed
to take
pleasure from that alone. I had my eyes closed and I did learn
worship at
his maleness, tasting him and sucking him. I felt the slick
mass of his
sex against my tongue and the power of his maleness there. I
smelled him,
his warm, loamy scent, rich and heady, washing over me with every
breath.
"Good
little man," Thomorr said as his hands caressed my face.
He
took his sex away from my mouth, but I wanted him back, I wanted
more. I
cried out with need.
He smiled
and directed his boys, "Hold him down," and they did
as they
were told. They pulled me forward and laid me across a stump
that I didn't
remember seeing when we entered the clearing. The very roots
came to life
as they pressed my palms to the darkened soil and very soon those
roots
fixed me into place, a part of the still-living but soon- dying
stump they
had brought me to.
Thomorr covered
my body with his, the enormity of his sex pressing
against my back. My fear rose and threatened to become blind,
unreasoning
terror. I had not anticipated his desire to enter me, to take
me. I had
thought about it only in esoteric, indistinct terms. I had not
come to
grips with his wish to press his sex to my anus, to push it into
me, to
fill me and to ruin me. "Thom..."
"Hush,"
he whispered into my ear. "You can take this, Darynn, I
believe you can. If you do, if you learn to take my sex and
to open your
body and your heart to me at the same time... if you let me become
a part
of you and share your part with me, then you will survive. You
have
strength within you that no one understands. You have magic,
Darynn.
Believe in it."
I did not
know what to say. I trusted Thomorr but only as I knew him,
as the human Thom Cailleac. I felt fingers playing with my buttocks
and
between them, caressing my anus with a warm cream. "Butter,"
Thom told me.
"It will make loving you easier."
My breathing
came faster and my head grew light. I knew fear, Aimee'.
And then his legs were between mine, pushing mine apart. He
gave me no
preparation, no time to relax. I felt the head of his sex slide
between my
greased buttocks, finding my anus and pushing in gently. My
legs trembled
and I began crying. Tears squeezed from behind my shut eyelids.
I knew I
would die.
And he pressed,
his strength becoming greater. And as his greased rod
penetrated me, ripped into me, I screamed. I knew he had split
me. I knew
my life even then drained into him. And I felt the head of his
sex
penetrate deeper. He plunged further into my guts, Aimee', and
I felt
every inch as he did.
And I heard
his voice at my ear again. "You will not die, Darynn, my
sweetest boy, if you open your heart to me. Come, beloved, feel
the loving
strength of my sex within you, joining us. Feel the pleasure
of our
joining. Feel the heat of my body."
And I did.
I felt his chest against my back and his legs against my
buttocks. I felt the throbbing of his manhood deep within my
body. And I
cried. I wept for all the things I had lost in his ravishment.
But then I
felt something else come from deep within me. Maybe it came
from the tip
of his sex; they seemed in the same place. And that thing reached
my
throat and I felt joy within me. I began to laugh. I felt mirth
and
freedom, and I heard Thom laugh along with me. And then he pulled
his sex
from deep within me. I whimpered.
"You
want it back?" Thomorr asked me.
"Yes!"
I said. "I want it within me."
"Then
have it you shall!" he said as he pushed back into me.
Then out
again. Then in. His sex rubbed at the opening of my anus and
the head
rippled within my guts.
And then the
pleasure took me. I cannot describe the feelings as he
raped my restrained body, Aimee'. My body trembled at the obscene
invasion
of man into man, my legs shook with shock and my eyes filled
with tears,
but I laughed and I blessed and I loved Thomorr as he took me
with the
force only men can muster. My own sex was hard and rubbed painfully
against the wooden table he took me on. He knew he didn't have
to take
care with me and I didn't wish him to.
His body pressed
against mine like a force of nature destroying a
mountain. I fought my restraints not to get away but to get
at him, to
drag him deeper into me. And as he pressed his sex deeper into
me and his
chest to my back, I felt us being to merge, to breathe together.
I cannot
describe it any other way. We began to fall into each other,
and I felt
the meeting place of our bodies in my heart... in our hearts.
It
was more than a joining, more than a mating.
He grabbed
my hips and began thrusting madly. I wanted more and I
tried to tell him so but my voice would only make the sounds
of animals.
His sex ravished me and my hole burned at his pounding. My chest
rubbed
against the wood of the stump. My legs burned and my wrists
ached from my
wish for release. I felt possessed by his enormous manhood and
his
unquestionable force. He grunted with every pushing, jabbing
thrust that
sent a ripple of pain and pleasure along my back, between and
through our
bodies. Small gasps escaped his lips, a chant of "aye,
aye, aye," with
every thrust and when he screamed his pleasure I did too. For
I felt it.
In my heart I felt the coil of his climax explode and in my body
I felt the
shooting sperm of his jutting sex bathing my insides with their
magical
warmth.
And then I
lifted my hands. Free! They had released me! I turned,
but I did not see him. No one stood in the clearing but me,
and I felt I
possessed so much strength, so much fire. The fuel of his sex
burned
inside my guts and I needed to get it out. I took to my feet
and I began
running, chasing something, but what I don't know. I ran faster,
harder,
and then the voices began to surround me, boy's voices. They
appeared on
my left and on my right, running with me. My feet sprouted hooves,
and the
hair on my legs grew thick and entangled. And they led me now
and I
followed them. We passed through the woods as so much wind and
reached
another clearing, this one holding a large pool of still water.
They all
leapt into the water and I leapt with them.
We laughed
and we splashed and we joked in a language that I had not
known until that day. And we touched and I caressed them and
they me. And
on the banks of that pool our play dissolved into a long night
of play, of
men and of boys and of hands and tongues and shafts and holes.
And
although I never wanted the sun to rise, I knew it must, and
I knew that I
would return to the world of the living.
With this
play that lasted for a night's worth of forever I fell
asleep before the crow of the cock. In my belly and in my backside
I held
the eruptions of several satyrs, and in several satyrs they held
mine. And
as I curled up to lay my head on another's leg and sleep claimed
me, I
knew...
I awoke in
the early morning with a start. And although startled and
long dreaming, I felt fully rested and refreshed. I didn't want
to look
under the blanket, but I knew I had to throw it aside and I did.
I still
had my feet and the hair on my legs looked the same as ever.
I felt fit,
although within my belly I felt warm as well.
I looked at
the room and I recognized the windows. Lead, and so I
realized I had spent the night at Thom's house. As I rubbed
my head in
confusion my fingers found a bump, probably from when I had fallen
from my
horse.
The door opened
and Thom entered the room. "Darynn? I heard you
shout."
"I had
a dream," I said.
He sat on
the bed and smiled. "Part of a dream," he assured
me,
laying his hand on my thigh. He wore no boots this morning and
I could see
his hooves clearly. "You did not dream last night."
"But
I still live."
"You
learned the secret to living," Thomorr replied. "I
need to tell
you something, Darynn. You have inside more power than I have
seen in
four centuries. You have a beauty that some of the gods cannot
match. And
you have a will that you can train to take advantage of both.
If I needed
to describe my feelings about you, Darynn, I would say 'smitten.'"
"Last
night we committed such evil. Your very existence belies that
evil." I lied to him, Aimee'. Although my upbringing had
ground those
words into my head, I did not feel them. I felt only trust and
a growing
sense of love for Thomorr, the Lord of the Satyrs of Daber Wood.
"You
know no such thing," he replied. "I only think of
action as
evil, not mere existance. Now I have committed what you would
call evil
in the past in my search for a boy like yourself. But we Satyrs
have
different rules and live by the laws of magic."
"If I
told the townspeople they would come here and they would burn
you out and they would try to kill you, Thomorr."
He leaned
back, his hands clasped about one knee. "Yes, I suppose
they would. Will you tell them, my beautiful Darynn? Or will
you keep
this secret, and return to me as we both will it, and let me
teach you of
magic? You have the born skill but no training. You have discipline,
but
not in the right talents. Let me teach you, let me show you."
"And
the cost?"
"You
lived the cost last night. You gave me everything. I would
not
dare ask anything more of you but your attention, Darynn."
He looked into
my eyes and that presence of lust returned and lived again between
us.
"But if you want to share my bed and my pleasure, Darynn,
I will whore for
you as no woman could ever give." He smiled as he spoke.
"Give
me privacy, Thom."
"Certainly."
He rose and left. Now alone I felt comfortable enough
to dress. I gathered my pack and left the room, walking towards
the
stables, hoping to avoid Thomorr. But he had anticipated my
needs and he
brought my horse to me across the stable's open field.
Without a
word I took the reins from him and I mounted the saddle.
"Darynn," he said as I turned around to leave. His
voice tugged at me, the
pain and the hope so readily near. "Will you tell them?"
I looked back
on him and shook me head. "I need time to think,
Thomorr. I... so much has happened."
"You
cannot go back unchanged. I cannot undo what I have done."
"I know.
I will not tell them."
"Darynn,"
he said. "I will summon you again, if only to fix my broken
windows and mend my gates and shoe my horses. But I will not
mention the
teaching of magic or the loving of men until you do. You must
choose your
path, as blacksmith or as mage." He smiled crookedly.
"Goodbye, handsome
Darynn."
I did not
speak another word to him as I kicked my horse, encouraging
her out of the gates of Cailleac and now, through the Daber Wood
by the
safe light of day.
Archmage Darynn
leaned back in his chair. Aimee' seemed to almost
squirm in her stool and the effect he thought quite attractive.
"Aimee'?"
"Sir?"
"That
ends your first lesson. Sometimes a student's life means
sitting and listening to your teacher rattle off a boring tale."
"Your
tale did anything but bore me, sir! I thought at points I might
cry in fear or sadness or even desire in the telling!"
Darynn nodded,
a smile crossing his face. "In any event, Teltirray
has heard it before. Or at least read it in the records of the
Guild. I
bid you, Aimee', take my story with you and think on it tonight."
"I will
sir. Do you dismiss me, then?"
"I bid
you goodnight, Aimee', but my students I never merely
'dismiss.'" He grinned.
"Yes
sir, I understand." She hopped off the stool and made her
way to
the door. Darynn gestured and the lock opened.
"Goodnight,
Aimee'."
"Goodnight,
Sir Archamge Darynn." |