*All characters are over 18 years old*
By the year 1651, Guillaume Allard taught himself how to live free. Raised in an orphanage from infancy, he knew how to fight to survive. Bigger and stronger boys found it was better to leave him alone than risk his controlled and calculated revenge. As Guillaume grew up, he found that protecting the younger and the weaker children gave him strength in numbers. Alliances meant peace through strength.
Becoming bored with the monotony of school lessons, tales from the New World beckoned Guillaume. So, he ran away from the orphanage and became a stowaway on a ship bound for the Hudson Bay colony. The sailors were a hard lot, but fair for the most part. They put Guillaume to work, performing tasks a boy could manage, although they were some of the dirtiest jobs. Through numerous trials and errors, Guillaume learned important lessons, like do not empty the slop buckets into the wind. He did his chores without complaint and to the best of his ability, garnering the respect of his shipmates. Always curious, he asked questions when time allowed. Knowledgeable sailors were typically glad to teach. Navigation by the sun and stars intrigued Guillaume. Soon he knew the important constellations and how to find true north, south, east, and west.
At the end of their voyage, Captain Marchand decided he enjoyed having a cabin boy and explained to Guillaume why he could not leave. Because he was a stowaway, he must stay aboard for five years to pay his debt. When the ship anchored, Guillaume escaped in the middle of the night by stealing the captain's skiff.
The freedom Guillaume found in the colony was both a blessing and curse. It was a blessing to go wherever you pleased, accountable to no one, and a curse that no one cared. Survival of the fittest ruled the day. Fortune was with him when he wandered into a Jesuit mission. They gave him food, shelter, and a purpose. As the years passed, he grew to manhood, tall and strong, doing physical labor, like chopping wood, learning to hunt, trap, and fish, living on God's providence. Their missionary ideology became his. He devoted himself to the care of the young, the sick, and the doing of good works. He traveled by foot with the missionaries and settlers to their outposts, where he met the native people, the Wyandot. Guillaume became enamored with their lifestyle of living off the land, one with nature. At first, the Wyandot's rejected Guillaume's efforts to befriend them. Then, one day, in the woods near the mission, Guillaume came upon French trappers impeding the movement of a young woman from a nearby Wyandot camp. When one man grabbed her from behind and another began pulling on her tunic, their intentions of rape became clear.
"Let her go!"
At first, the three men were startled, but when they saw he was just one young man alone, they laughed, and answered, "Go away! Mind your business."
"I said unhand her," he demanded, pulling the stone club from his belt as he approached cautiously.
Rather than let her go, the biggest man turned around, smiled, and said, "Just wait your turn, arsworm." The others laughed as he turned back to the struggling girl.
A fair fight was not an option. He hit the man with his club between the shoulder blades and kicked him between the legs. One down. Two left. The man holding the girl was reluctant to let her go. He began choking her to stop her thrashing. The second assailant pulled his dagger and slashed toward Guillaume stomach. In one motion he dodged the blade and made solid contact with his attacker's temple. Down he went. The last man released the girl to join the fight.
Guillaume readied for the attack, while yelling, "Go! Run away!" But the girl just fell to the ground unconscious.
"You're dead, boy!" growled the last man, as he pulled a flint lock pistol from his belt and fired.
Guillaume dodged, and the shot went wide. Furious, he charged the man through the black powder smoke and clubbed him over the head.
The first attacker revived and charged with his blade at Guillaume.
Overcome with rage, Guillaume put him down again. This time he would not get up. The young man looked at the carnage around him and vomited. He'd never taken a life before. Now, from the looks of their deformed skulls, he'd taken three.
The girl lay still. Guillaume saw her chest rise. She still breathed. When he bent down there was a sharp pain in his side. Adrenalin had cloaked a wound momentarily, but the gash revealed itself with a warm gush of blood. As the pain worsened, he decided the first thing to do was return the girl to her people.
Cradling her in his arms, he headed in the direction of the Wyandot camp, hoping to save the life. When the camp came into view the girl began to revive. At first, she began to struggle.
"You're safe. I'm taking you home," he said softly, trying to calm her even if she didn't understand a word he said.
Hearing his voice and recognizing her champion, she relaxed and closed her eyes.
The wound throbbed. His leggings, wet with his blood, grew heavy. Guillaume cleared the tree line, and yelled, "Help!" before falling to his knees and laying the girl on the grass. Her eyes opened. Guillaume smiled down at her, happy to have made it this far. He took a deep shuddering breath. The air smelled wonderfully fresh with the newness of spring. Nature bloomed all around. So different than the dirty streets of Le Havre. His head swam. There were yells and angry voices approaching, but weakness overcame him, and he fell back into darkness, believing this was heaven on earth, but now he was on his way to God, and heaven above.
Guillaume's eyes fluttered open. The room was dark and smelled of wood smoke and bodies. Was he back in the orphanage? No, he remembered the fight and... the poor native girl. He shivered with chills. Sweat covered his naked flesh. 'Infection', he thought. Plenty of men died from unseen blood poisons. He felt down to the pain in his side. The knife wound was cover by some kind of grassy poultice.
Guillaume heard someone nearby groan. He lifted his head to find the source. A few feet away he saw the silhouette of a bare-chested woman moving up and down. Her breasts bounced wildly as her motion increased. Her long hair, wild and free, covered her when she collapsed. There was someone underneath her. Arms appeared, wrapped her waist, and rolled her over. Against the faint fire light, Guillaume could see the man's penis penetrating the woman repeatedly. A shocked gasp escaped his lips, as he dropped his head and turned away, embarrassed. When he opened his eyes again there were eyes looking back, inches away. He gasped again and his body jerked away in fright. Then he groaned from the sudden pain that shot like lightening from his side.
"Sshhh," a gentle finger was placed across his lips. Soft, foreign words were spoken. The speaker rose on an elbow to run a hand across his chest, stroking gently to calm his pounding heart. From the faint outline Guillaume saw the soft curve of breasts beneath black hair. Quickly he closed his eyes and tried to relax. The embarrassing situation unavoidable until he could move without pain. He sensed movement and opened his eyes a crack. The girl beside him got up, stepped over him, and walked away. In that moment, he saw she was nude and closed his eyes against further sin.
There were distant whispered words, in an unintelligible language. A few minutes later Guillaume heard the soft footfalls return. This time he kept his eyes shut, as his neighbor sat next to him. The sound of dripping water was followed by a cool cloth dabbed across his forehead. She spoke gently, soothing his fevered brow. The cloth was removed and refreshed from a bowl. When it returned to his body, she rubbed it across his chest, washing away the sweat. She continued down his torso, frequently renewing the water. The room was silent except for the occasional splash of water or a snoring sleeper. So feverish was he that Guillaume didn't realize he was naked and exposed until the cool cloth laved down across his stomach to his thigh. Raising his head quickly, Guillaume covered his cock with one hand and grabbed her wrist with the other.
"Stop."
