We've ridden hard and fought well, with two towns taken and much spoils to divide.

"Balic! Can't complain tonight, you greedy turd!"

"Fuck you, Carna!" he sneers.

"Not enough young men..." I murmur quietly, to knowing smiles.

Horse tended, I push through the flaps of my tent. Palia hurries to tie them fast.

I groan, shedding the battles. Slapping my hands, deft fingers strip the silk cloth binding my breasts. Beside the fire, she anoints my body with warm oil, easing the ache.

Her magic renews my tired bones. Hunger rising fast, we each soon take the woman we love.