Slender, with curly auburn hair and fair smooth skin, the goatherd stretched and yawned beneath the shade of the tree. As Thane rode across the stone bridge marking the entrance to the kingdom of Aquillus, his first sight was of the fabulous white walled city that served as the nation’s capitol.

His second sight was of the handsome lad dozing while his herd munched idly on the grass.

Thane’s sharp blue eyes looked him over. The goatherd was in his early twenties he judged. Lean and supple from a Spartan life carved out on the land. Thane himself was a virtual giant compared to the stripling. Six foot with a hard muscled torso, the warrior’s thick hair hung down to his strong shoulders and was the same pale blonde of his people, the wildmen of the Northern Tundra. His face was angular and coldly handsome with rich almost pouting lips and a sharp aquiline nose. His eyes glittered like the icy waters of his homeland. Years on the road had bronzed his skin and his torso was laid bare to the elements. His broadsword hung on his back and he wore dark breeches and tough leather boots.

A wolfish smile crossed his lips. After six months hard slog alone in the Barren Wastes the goatherd was a welcome sight indeed.

The first the lad knew that he was not alone was the dark shadow that passed over him. He opened his hazel eyes and stared at the sight of the big man stood over him. He quickly overcame his fear and grinned up at Thane. Cockily Thane reckoned. Here in Aquillus, ruled over by the all powerful Prince Gazelle, men lived without fear.

“Well met wildman.” The youth said in a melodious voice. He had a wide full lipped mouth and a small snub nose giving him an impish appearance. Thane silently thanked the Ice God for such a pretty gift.

“You not afraid boy?” the warrior asked gruffly, his own voice deep as the snow drifts of the North.

“Afraid master!” the goatherd’s laugh was like music, “In Aquillus all men are true friends, the comely ones even more so.” Clad only in a short blue tunic the lad opened his bare legs provocatively wider.

Thane fought hard to keep the smile from his face. All the stories he had heard about this place seemed to be true. Wreathed in the magic enchantments of Prince Gazelle Aquillus had become a paradise for those men who shared the Prince’s tastes. Tastes like Thane’s.

The warrior felt his cock stir. He had travelled half the world escaping a bigoted tribe and a cold wife to get to this point.

He fought to keep his trembling heart at bay. “What is your name boy?”

“Yanis master, and you?” the goatherd stretched his legs letting one brush against Thane’s boot.

The warrior could barely believe the audacity of the lad! Throughout the realm the wildmen of the Tundra were feared and reviled, but Yanis treated him like an equal. It only served to make Thane more eager.

“I am Thane.” He said huskily, his gaze smouldering.

“Master Thane.” Yanis purred tasting the name on his lips. Suddenly lithe as a cat he got onto all fours and moved his face toward Thane’s crotch. “Welcome to Aquillus Master Thane.”

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