Chapter Two: Geneveve Piqoud Is Taken
The red dress her mother gave her, flowed and shone, catching the light in a way that made her gleam. This was not a happy moment for her, exactly, as her father, Lord Piqoud, was having her married to Lord Ghamboles - a union that she didn't like at all. But to be in this dress, tonight on her 18 birthday, put her in touch with her mother, long since dead. Geneveve at once felt both beautiful and loved while she wore this dress. It was only dampened a little by the touch of what she considered mad reasoning.
Her birthday ball was one of the biggest events of her life, next to her marriage, so it was done with a lot of pomp. She was lead into the ball room by a Lady escort and introduced properly. Then each unmarried nobleman would take turns dancing with her as troubadours played their instruments. The night became a little tiring, but she was able to summon enough fortitude to last the night.
It was at the end of the night that Lord Ghamboles took her arm. He was a tall, bulky man with a thick black beard and a pencil thin mustache. Dressed in noble gowns, he was here to show off more than entertain himself with her. She was sure of it.
And he danced like he had two left feet. His boots kicked her ankles and his rough beard scratched her face. He belched and swung her, twisting her wrist and pulling muscles in her side. Geneveve couldn't be more happy when the music number was over and they bowed before Lord Piqoud.
Stepping aside for her father, Lord Piqoud stood before and raised his hand, quieting the hall.
"Welcome to my daughter's special celebration, which could only be illuminated through good news! My daughter, Lady Geneveve will be leaving us by carriage at midday, once her marriage to Lord Ghamboles has been completed at St. Anthony's cathedral. Everyone should have had an invite at their places, so come with us for this Holy Union and join in the glory of what is to come!" Lord Piqoud said.
Everybody cheered, except of course, Geneveve, who longed for someone to rescue her.
***
"Lord Ghamboles is not interested in peace with Lord Piqoud," Guillme Rouchette had said. "He is feigning interest to get Lord Piqoud off his trail. What he wants us to do, is abduct Piqoud's daughter before the wedding, stopping the accord yet leaving Piqoud unawares of Lord Ghamboles plot. That's where we come in..."
Guillme was on a rope, climbing the wall of the castle by grappling, which he got from his pals in the village. He was thinking about his conversation with them, hoping that they'd help him do the job. Lord Ghamboles, in return, offered a good some of coins to do this, which Guillme couldn't refuse.
One foot or the other, one arm reaching while the other hand braces the rope tightly. Guillme was use to such dangers and loved the challenge. Luckily, he was able to go through with it. His "pals" gave him a sleeping elixir, which he was to touch to the Lady Geneveve's mouth as soon as he was in her chamber. They said it wouldn't be long before the Lady was under the spell of the potion until sunrise. After sealing a special deal with them, Guillme collected the extra things that he needed and had waited for dark.
At her window, Guillme crawled through, parting the curtains and drawing his dagger to be on the safe side. The chamber was dark and he was sure that she was sleeping before such a big day. When he was hovering over her, he poured the elixir into a rag and touched it to her lips. The beauty with the golden hair moaned into it for a moment and then went quiet. Seeing that the elixir worked, he grinned and wrapped her up in the blanket. He then wrapped the rope around her feet and looked down at two of his companions, who were waiting below for him. Then Guillme began to lower her, slowly, until his companions began to grab a hold of her. Once she was down, he began climbing down the rope as quickly as he could.
His foot slipped, almost sending him off balance. Almost crying out as the rope burned his hands, he gripped hard against the pain and willed himself to remain fast. After feeling ready, he began he descent again and reached the bottom without much more difficulty.
His companions had already placed the unconscious Geneveve in a wagon and covered her with straw, so Guillme climbed into the wagon and drove them back to the village. Once in the stable house of one of the hostels, he climbed down from the wagon seat and began to open the blankets. Lady Geneveve was still sleeping.
"What are you going to do with her?" Marius, one of his companions, said.
"I made an easy deal with the potion maker and his wife," Guillme said, chuckling. He patted the woman's body and added: "They know a farmer looking for an escate - a slave girl. For their services, I'm handing her over to them."
Marius grinned. "And what if Lord Piqoud looks for her?"
"He won't, because Lord Ghamboles is setting up a special surprise to ensure that doesn't happen."
"What?"
"I'm sure we'll all hear about it, don't worry. Meanwhile, take care of the horses and get some sleep. I've got a little more work to do..." Guillme said, turning to lift the Lady onto his shoulder.
***
Nizas village in Southern France is surrounded by lush vineyards, found between Marseilles and Montpelier, and Guillme loved the place. In fact, it wasn't too far from where he grew up. Lady Geneveve was kept drugged for the fourteen day travel, which was good because he didn't want to have to deal with the bitch. Once they came to the first farmstead he asked around and found the place he was looking for: the Beauchamp farm. The owner, Gilbert-Luc Beauchamp, was waiting for him, grinning with his crooked teeth and filthy hands.
Guillme jumped off the wagon, skipping the meet and greet, and uncovered the Lady, of whom was still passed out. Gilbert-Luc nodded when he saw the girl.
"Perfect. She's beautiful," Gilbert-Luc said.
"A ripe piece of ass, but she'll have to be tamed and trained. She's never worked in her life, after all," Guillme said.
"After a couple of butt-fucks she'll learn quickly. I have no worries," Gilbert-Luc said. Guillme liked him, laughing to show his approval.
"Got something to eat?"
