The Mercenary's Claim

The Mercenary’s Claim

By

Chula Stone

Copyright © 2013 by Stormy Night Publications and Chula Stone

Copyright © 2013 by Stormy Night Publications and Chula Stone

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Stone, Chula

The Mercenary’s Claim

Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

Images by The Killion Group and Bigstock/Gail Johnson

This book is intended for
adults only
. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

Chapter One

Western Europe, 1435

“That’s enough, Kirsten. Come away from the window. You can’t break the siege by staring at Lord Gregor’s men.” Lady Helena pushed a strand of her curling hair back up into its confining scarf as she looked down on the scene at the castle gate.

“But I’m tired of it all, Mutti! I’m tired of the noise and the dust and the stench. I’m tired of seeing that rabble at the gate of our beautiful Reichhold. I almost wish they would just bring that battering ram down from the hill and use it. Then Vatti could vanquish our foes in heroic battle! That would be glorious. This is just boring.” To Kirsten’s young eyes, Lady Helena knew that nothing could look bleaker than another day in a long siege. She had never seen the broken bodies brought back on litters from the battlefield or the widows crying in the courtyard.

“It’s not your dear father’s fault. We must set an example and hold up under the privations bravely, my daughter.”

“I wasn’t talking about the scanty lunch we just had or the meager dinner which is all we can look forward to. I’m talking about being stuck in this castle, in the walls, never being able to ride in the forest or picnic on the hills, never mind visiting my cousins or attending a tournament.”

“With all this fighting all around us, you want to see a tournament?”

“There isn’t any fighting. Just a few skirmishes around the castle walls here and there. In battle, my father would prevail! What glory he would win! No one would ever dare attack him again.”

“And if he lost?” Lady Helena’s voice grew serious and low.

Kirsten seemed not to hear her change in tone. “But he wouldn’t lose. He hasn’t lost in all these years of fighting. He has always been the gracious victor, granting mercy and governing wisely. That’s why the people love him so. Everyone tells me how much they love Lord Ludolf. I’m proud to be his daughter.”

“As well you should be, my child. Look out on those streets, those houses, those shops within the walls of the city, all teeming with folk. Your father must care for all of them. Look out on those fields and cottages outside the gates. All of those souls living in them are in his charge as well. Think of how difficult life must be in war.” Lady Helena looked down at the wool she was spinning into thread at the wheel. “Everyone must make sacrifices.”

“Well, I think we’ve all made quite enough of those, thank you. It’s time to get on with things. Vatti has soldiers and knights. Let them earn their keep.”

Lady Helena looked up sharply. “It’s time for your music practice, young lady. I want to hear your new song this evening after supper.”

Kirsten sighed as she rose. “Maybe that will help us forget the boring old food at our boring old table with the same boring old people.”

Lady Helena watched her daughter as she left the sunny sitting room. How much the girl reminded her of herself at that age, uncaring, unheeding, so self-absorbed. She had no idea of the world around her, which was as it should be, wasn’t it? She had raised her daughter to be a dutiful wife and mother someday, supporting her husband and offering a gracious example of firm discipline tempered by mercy to the peasants and laborers whom it was their duty to rule. Had she done wisely, to shelter her so thoroughly from life’s harsher realities? It couldn’t last, so like it or not, circumstances were soon to take the choice out of her hands.

The wool was spun and Helena was looking out the window when she saw her husband approaching. The same thrill that she always felt when she saw him, lean and straight, riding his warhorse like a conquering hero, coursed through her again. She wished they had the time and energy to indulge their inclinations as they wished, but she had more pressing issues to discuss with him. She could tell from the listless way he dismounted and handed the reins off to his squire that he needed to confide in her as well.

Knowing she would most likely find him there, Helena made her way to the map-room. As she expected he would be, he was banging his fist on the map table, pointing his gauntleted finger at the offending spot. “If we could just get word out! If Hugo would send but three divisions, I could break Gregor’s hold. With four, I could route him completely!” The captain standing by him indicated another area of the map, but Ludolf only stabbed the harder.

Apparently, he heard her steps. Turning to her, he cried in frustration, “Where are your brother’s forces? Where is the king? He promised help!”

“Yes, my lord. It seems as if we must admit that they may not be in a position to help us. I’m sure you noticed the battering ram on the far hill at the southern edge of the valley?”

“You saw that, did you, my lady? I told you, Steffan, she’s no fool. She noticed.”

“As did our daughter. If she did, others have. There’s no more time, Ludolf. If you delay too long, it will no longer be an option. Stores are dangerously low. Time for the spring planting is on us. If the siege is not broken, there will be widespread famine by autumn.”

Steffan, the young captain, bowed to his lady. “I could not agree more. It is time, my lord! With the plan I have laid out and fifteen hand-picked men, I can break through the line at the eastern gate.”

Helena flinched. “Not that idea again, Sir Steffan, please! It would be suicide.”

“I would be proud to give my life—”

“Says he who has not seen enough of it to know what he is sacrificing!” Seeing the hurt pride on his face, Helena added quickly, “I will not have the best and brightest in my lord’s realm slaughtered out of a misplaced sense of duty!”

“And I would not have my lady starve!” came back his quick retort. Steffan’s face, suffused with a crimson hue in his passion, showed clearly the loyalty that lay in his heart.

Helena smiled in gracious acknowledgement of his sentiment. “It need not come to that.”

Ludolf clapped his hand onto Steffan’s shoulder. “I know you would lay down your life for any of us, but I would rather spend that prize in a more fitting way. You’re right, Helena. It is time. If you are sure. The sacrifice weighs heaviest on you. It’s your dowry, your family’s legacy we’re talking about here. I won’t force you. We could fight.”

“And fight again and again. How much more are we going to weaken your realm with endless war?” Helena responded earnestly.

“It doesn’t exactly strengthen my realm to bargain away most of the profitable holdings,” Ludolf pointed out.

Steffan took a step back from the table. “In such a discussion, my presence is unnecessary. Shall I ring for the steward? Or a scribe?”

Helena could tell the young man wanted to escape before his disgust at the proceedings showed through his efforts at self-control. “Oh, but you are needed. You and your hand-picked squad are vital to the success of the mission. How else can we get the offer where it needs to go?”

“Lord Gregor sends an embassy every day, offering terms of surrender.” Steffan said the last word as if it were not fit for polite conversation. “I’m sure you won’t need me to make the offer to buy him off. He expects it. That’s why he isn’t attacking. He doesn’t want to spoil his future merchandise.”

Helena looked at her husband and knew it would be better for the men’s morale if they heard that the plan came from the lord they respected rather than the lady they revered. She merely smiled again.

Ludolf’s voice was stern. “Where I send you, you will go. You are the only one I trust to get through enemy lines and find Jager.”

Steffan’s head snapped up. “Jager? What Jager? Not the mercenary! Not Gustav Jager!”

“The reinforcements we expected are not coming. We can wait no longer without significant hardship and as you well know, years of war have not left us with many options. Jager’s men are the most feared fighters in the land.”

“For good reason. They have a habit of winning, but…” Steffan wiped a hand over his face. “Do you want to be associated with such a man?”

“It’s a business arrangement. I’m not inviting him to move in. He’ll serve his purpose and then leave, a very wealthy man,” Ludolf said in a weary tone.

Steffan scowled as he considered this new information. “He’s not to be trusted, my lord. It would take a very great amount of wealth to interest him in our situation. As you have observed, your financial position is no longer what it once was.”

“I will not let my people die of starvation or be slaughtered needlessly in hopeless battle when I have the means to save them such a fate. If afterwards, I am lessened by such a decision, let him condemn who will. I know what is right. I know my duty. It is dangerous, especially for you. Getting through the siege lines, finding Jager, leading him back here, all just for the privilege of facing Gregor’s men in a battle where we will still be outnumbered. None of this will be easy. What’s to keep Jager from throwing his famous knife in your throat before he hears your offer? I only ask it of you because my presence would just—”

“Never, my lord! Not while I draw breath would I allow you to walk into such peril needlessly. As you say, all other considerations aside, I would have much more chance of success than you. I am the logical choice. And if we can convince him, his men will turn the tables on old Gregor. Of that I have no doubt. There is no finer fighting force in the land.” Steffan could not keep the admiration out of his voice.

“I just hope you’re right,” Ludolf sighed. “So bring him and his men back. The offer is outlined in these papers, but it’s simple enough. We are offering him the village of Hauer, or what’s left of it, with Schoenfeld and all the fields surrounding it. And the lake. That should make it rich enough for even his blood.”

“The lake? On the border? Now, I see.” There was a definite lightening of the young captain’s mood. “I wouldn’t imagine a brigand like Jager being interested in land and holdings, but a lake on the border? I’m sure he’ll see the attractions in that. I’ll leave at once.”

“Wait until after midnight. Safer. Cover of darkness, men at their least alert.”

Lady Helena left the men to discuss tactics and strategies, musing along the way to the private rooms she shared with her husband.
I was hoping my brother or even the king would see fit to… but well, no use in that. No use at all. What’s done is done. We all have to make sacrifices. We’ve had more than our share of good times. Can’t complain when the lean times come. I am sorry for little Kirsten. Those lands would have made her a fine dowry. Well, as beautiful as she is, she’ll get a fine husband without that. Why, she’ll hardly notice that we’ve come down in the world. We’ll be together and this war will be over. This Jager will drive Gregor away for good and we’ll have peace. That’s the important thing.

* * *

“You called for me, my lord?” Kirsten yawned, sleepy eyed and muzzy-headed as she stumbled into the audience chamber off the great hall. She wondered why the fire was burning so brightly at such a late hour, when usually the ashes would have been banked and only a few red embers glowing. When she curtsied to her father, she nearly fell over and had to reach out a hand to steady herself on the edge of a table.

“Yes, Kirsten. There is someone here who wants to meet you,” her father answered. She could hear the tension in his voice.

“At this hour? Why ever in this world—”

Her mother interrupted her. “You must trust that it is important, my daughter, or we would not have called for you. Is that not so, my lord?”

Kirsten could tell her mother was inviting her father to talk in order to cover up some gaff she must be making, but she could not stop yawning or think clearly. It was cold and she started to shiver.

“Bring her closer to the fire. She’s cold. And I can see her better.” For the first time, Kirsten noticed a tall man, no, a huge man, dark bearded and sharp-eyed, standing near the hearth. “The voice is fine. No problem there.”

Lady Helena put an arm around Kirsten’s shoulders and drew her with her closer to the fire. When Kirsten hung back, Lady Helena whispered, “Wake up and shine, Kirsten. All our lives may depend on it.” This shocked Kirsten into awareness and she was suddenly as alert as she had ever been. Looking over she saw her mother smiling into her face but darting her eyes over to the dark giant who had spoken and knew beyond all doubt that this oversized person was somehow vital to their survival. She knew her duty and willed herself to action, as she had been trained to do since childhood. She cast her face down modestly, only barely daring to flick her gaze to his face for the briefest breath before forcing a smile of calm serenity onto her lips.