Tap, Tap Tap, Breala’s nostrils began to cool themselves with the cool morning air as the firs colors and shapes began to appear. He rolled onto his stomach feeling the soft fur, made hard by the fact it was on the packed down camp soil. He began to slip back into the sweet plain of unconscious when he once again heard the persistent TAP TAP TAP as the trees above his camp gave up their rain droplets from the night before. He was awake, the damned annoyances of the forest had conspired against him for the last three mornings. Perhaps he had just been more tense lately? Lately there had been rumors of mutiny in the ranks, one of the tribes were beginning to grow too ambitious.
He sat up as a few thoughts began to race across his mind. He suddenly cleared it as his father had taught him to do years ago. A good warrior never became concerned with worry or annoyances, they only distracted him. He could taste the sour that comes to the mouth of men as they awaken to early. Well, he must be up early as Kamea was not there. He laid back down and closed his eyes as he awaited his handmaidens gentle voice to beken him to another day of preparation.
In the tent across from the Istvaeonian general Kamea was preparing herself to awaken her master. She had dressed herself in the best cloth she could find, it was almost pure white, and had once belonged to her older sister, and was very thin for Germanic cloth. She looked down to see both nipples standing proudly as if at attention, she didn’t bother to rub them out or to even put on her underclothing, she wanted them to look that way. She knelt down to retrieve a small leather sack she had placed beside her cot. She reached in and retreated a small lump of sticky tree sap, she broke off a piece and began to chew it as she hid the rest under her blanket. She could tell it was still early as there was little sound outside. Good the water trick had worked. She would be able to make herself beautiful.
Two weeks earlier, her sister had arrived with some sweet cakes from her parents as she had just turned fifteen. Her parents could however not make the trip as they had the crops to protect from thieves. They were pleased, however as that one member of their family could live a life with little to worry about. For the past two years she had been in servitude to the son of the high chieftain of the new Germanic confederacy. Her father was able to secure the position with the help of his friend the minor governing chief of their tribe. He had taken her to the capital on his biannual trip to report to the high chieftain Aleric. Kameas father had wanted her to live without the strife of hunger, they were not currently in famine but the village witch had predicted otherwise, an beside she would like it, if she was accepted. The local chief had had his doubts as she was absent the wide child bearing hips that most Germanic men were so attracted to. It didn’t matter that she was still curvy and had exceptionally large breast. She had grown up skinny and often teased the other children, but now she had grown and was of a pretty age. She would produce good strong children. And at the house of Aleric she was offered as a handmaiden. She was taken by the elder of his two sons, Breala.
Lately she had grown very attracted to him, she wished he’d take notice of her. But as the days passed he seemed to have no interest in her. Why? She was his personal handmaiden, and the only one at that! Unlike his brother he had but one servant, she new that virtue wasn’t a factor as he had not yet taken a wife, did he like men? No, she had never seen or heard of him being with another man. She began to believe she was unattractive, however this was not the case, any man could point that out after seeing her curvy waist complemented by her large perky breast and long black hair that she pulled back into a pony tale that fell over her fair skin. But she didn’t have much of an ass, was that it? As she sat with her older sister eating the sweet-cakes her mother had made a few days before she told her of these troubles and asked for advice. In return she was given a small leather sack full of hardened tree sap that her sister had chewed to give her breath a minty scent that drove her husband mad. She had also began to drink more water at night as to help her awaken in the morning.
Kamea filled two pitchers with Brealas morning drink, one with water, the other with beer, she wasn’t sure which he would prefer as his taste altered themselves from morning to morning. She still felt the pressure in her lower abdomen, it was still early, not many of the men were out. She walked into the little patch of forest near the little row of tents reserved for the generals’ servants. She loved the early morning, she longed for the feel of the moist ferns against her skin as he walked down a small path. She loved the smell of the European pines in the early mornings as it filled her lungs and seemed to empower energies. She found a small tree about a hindered feet away from the main camp. She hiked up her skirt and leaned back against the tree to support her as she squatted down and relieved herself. As she finished up she heard someone coming though the forest, she glanced to he left and saw a small group of about five people coming the small path. She couldn’t really make them out as they were still out of clear view but she could see that most were wearing armor, probably just some from the camp. Anyways she began to walk swiftly back to her tent.
As she neared the campsite she noticed that the men were beginning to awaken and a few were already walking around. Kamea suddenly grew aware of her nipples and crossed her arms in front of her trying to cover her excitement in a nonchalant way. She went to her tent and retrieved the two pitchers she had prepared for her master, as she walked out she held them in front of her breast, still hoping that no one would she the two protruding bumps, why was she growing so self-conscious of them? Just ten minutes ago she proudly adjusting them to be seen, she pushed the worry from her mind as she entered Breala’s tent.
She stood there for a moment right inside the opening to the world. They were the only ones there, she thought. She looked at her master lying on his stomach, completely oblivious to her presence. He was in a world that was not quite awake and yet not asleep. She saw a muscle on his hairy back twinge involuntarily, she squirmed a bit on the inside. “Breala, sir it’s morning” she said as softly as she could.
He lifted himself up with under the blanket, in the process showing a small portion of his buttocks. Kamea loved it when he did that.
The tired, and not yet ready general turned to see his faithful handmaiden kneeling down beside him, he smiled. Out of all the things he had brought on this march, she was the one that made him the happiest. He yawned trying to ask her if the soldiers were up yet. But she could decipher his speech, he had asked the same question on most mornings.
“they are just beginning to arise”
“good, what do we have in the jugs?” she held out the one in her left hand “this one has water, the other beer” Breala could taste sour in his mouth, he wanted something to wet his insides. He took the water, while Kamea took a few drinks of the beer. Sometimes it tasted good, sometimes not. The beer was gathered from around the new federation of tribes. It was an astonishing system devised by High Chieftain Aleric. The Germanics had been using the beer for centuries. It, unlike water, lasted on long marches. Today’s beer was particularly good, must have come from the west.
Breala sighed in relief as he put the jar down.
A guard stood about fifteen feet from that particular location, he was surveying the progress of the camp awakening. It was a good morning, all the soldiers, with the exception of one who had had a bit to much to drink the night before, were on schedule. Good, not to many floggings today. He stood their idle mindedly leaning on his long, double-sided axe making a mental record of the men’s attitude to latter report to his superior officers, when one particularly prominent-looking man approached him.
“excuse me, where is the general of this army? I need to speak with him immediately” he said in a quite boastful manner. The guard, who was taken off guard by this attitude turned to address a man in a heavy fur cape, surrounded by a small group of men who were presumably under him, and a blonde woman who appeared to be pregnant.
“and who just you might be?”
“my name is Baalic, commander of the fourth division, minor governor of the Dani tribe”
“do you have proof?”
“my men are my proof, now which tent is Breala in?” he said in a disdainful voice. The guard beginning to grow annoyed at this lack of respect, but never the less, this appeared to be something for Breala.
“wait here, I’ll fetch him”