This week and in honour of the current blog hop about alpha males, I’m taking an excerpt from a short story that I’m struggling with a bit. You see there was a call for submission from Circlet Press to write short stories, 7k max, about villains, and I had this sudden mad urge to write about the Black Knight from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Remember him? “This? It’s only a flesh wound. Come back here and I’ll kick you to death!” But Circlet means erotica and comedy erotica has to be done with a very sure hand. So I’m doing my own thing as usual – ie violence and more than the average readers wants to know about armour, plus a character who is so completely alpha that he’s actually rather unlikeable. It’s called “A Taste of Copper” and if I manage to finish it you’ll be the first to know.
Here, after a brief bloody encounter, Olivier the squire, deals with his master’s injuries:
His heavy shoulders and chest gleamed with sweat, goosefleshing slightly in the chill air. The wound in his bicep gaped like a hot wet mouth.
Olivier knelt at his master’s side, and used a little of the hot water and a clean rag to clean around the gash. He searched the wound and removed a shred of thread from the torn shirt, then he took a silver needle and silk thread, seared one in flame and soaked the other in spirit, and closed the wound with three even stitches. Maheris breathed deeply through his nose, his right hand clenching on the arm of his chair until Olivier was sure the wood would crack, but he made no sound. Olivier pushed his hair back from his cheek with his wrist, grimacing at the scent of blood in the air, sharp as sucking a copper penny, mingling with the far more pleasant smell of Sir Maheris’s sweat.
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