Camila Winter The Heart of the Maiden (epub)

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.—Oh, but I do not accept, they hate me.Do not you understand? How do you expect the son to accept the gentleman who kidnapped his precious daughter at Christmas? Never would.'But I can’t abandon them now, they should know that I'm okay.The gentleman drank her wine and asked him to prove his.She obeyed and soon realized his mistake as he began to feel dizzy and drowsy.—You will be fine, my beautiful, 'he said and carried her to the bed that was broad and square at the other end of the room.The gentleman was not going to waste time.And wrapping it with kisses and caresses slowly began to undress.Intoxicated and sunk in a torpor in which he did not know if it was a dream or really was happening, she resisted and sobbed to let her go.But both had dreamed and hoped that the raptor then felt he could not stop or let go.It would be his, tear her dress, would steal the virginity as a villain, because the desire he felt for her was so strong that threatened him mad.Her porcelain skin, so soft and light.Her slender waist, her breasts full and high.A sharp pain in his arm and stopped her enthusiasm departed stunned to realize that she had bitten him with all his might and watched him with eyes blazing and furious.He screamed covering his arm and then he saw the fierce bite mark.— Damn cat biting! How dare you? 'He said.But Agnes had lost drunken with fright and was ready to face him, to bite him again if necessary.He quickly pulled the shirt and surcoat, and when Louis wanted to catch it again gave him such a kick that Count screamed in pain clutching his leg, and if at that point had not lost the desire nothing else could do.In order to be free, she fled.He ran through the house and opened the door without difficulty.The landscape of thick forest appeared before her and in the distance he could see the priory of Saint Martin.Just had to run and hide, it was a wonder that no one was around but had to be cautious.— Catch it her, bastards, who fled catch it her!—Heard the voice of her captor.And suddenly he saw in the distance everywhere, squires, servants armed with sticks, were a swarm.I could never escape.Prayed hidden in the hollow of a tree, there would be safe for a while.They seek everywhere, but by mid—afternoon had been removed from their hideout.And managed to escape from his pursuers by hiding and moving, always alert and stealthy as a cat in danger.I was cold and scared, and when night fell paused to mourn and regret everything that happened.He had been a fool, he never had honest intentions, just had hoped to seduce and then abandon it, or worse, to seduce her and make her his mistress.And all the time he had thought.I had been confused with his feelings despising those who approached her.He slept in the open, hidden by the green foliage, listening to the hooting of owls and night birds.At least she was safe, and closer to the priory.CHAPTER 2 º.The Priory of Saint Martin was a Benedictine monastery, and gave shelter to pilgrims and travelers.I had an orchard, a fresh water spring, and one of the monks elaborated tastiest beers in the region.The arrival of a young woman sobbing, with hair like gold in disarray and eyes the color of the sky, bulging, disturbed the peace of the abbey and caused consternation Abbot's: an old man with white beard and dark eyes severest of all Christendom.He was a devout and was determined to be, the rules of silence, obedience and celibacy were respected and fiercely in her convent to see the young damsel in distress just thought it was the demon of temptation and sin.Fortunately for Agnes, was attended by the lay brothers, the same who took care of the needy and travelers, who at first thought that she had lost her mind because did nothing but mourn and say meaningless phrases.Until gave fresh water and some fresh bread and taken to a cell away from the main building.—We must talk to Father Abbot, Anselme.I fear nothing will not be pleased to know that we have given shelter to a young lady who lost the case.But what could we do? He came to the priory for help.Anselme shook his head.Soon be ordained monks of the monastery and that decision could harm them.The abbot was a ruthless man and nothing sympathetic to the weaknesses of the novices and priests before ordering subjected to many tests to applicants.They knew in advance that the presence of the young would cause problems.And her suspicions were confirmed when they found the abbot in the refectory, conversing with other monks in a barely audible voice.When I was in private and found out what happened her dark eyes opened and fans.—¿Yand let escape the devil disguised maiden? You were so naive.Merciful God, have mercy on these poor fools and all of us!—Lord Abbot, she claims to be from Paris, in the town of White Horse said Pierre Anselme was hiding while moving his fat hands nervously.Of the two Pierre was the wiser, but what she had done just showed his weakness for the needy.What if the girl was indeed who he claimed to be? Abbot was asked but then shook his head.— And what would a young city in these lonely places? No.That can only be a trick of the devil to lose one of my children.Where is it? Bring her immediately.—Father Abbot, the cell is the gray building.The abbot subsided to hear those words.—Well, at least have shown some good sense to send her there.It would have been wise to leave the building where the monks pray and live in peace.Listen well, go see the girl to his cell to convince me not to lie, and that is who they say they are.Meanwhile you will say not a word to the monks of what happened.No one must know that this girl is in the priory.The brothers swore to remain silent while watching the impressive away alertly abbot.— Do you think he really is the devil disguised as a maid? Anselme said.Pierre shook his head at.—It was just a poor girl scared.But Anselme was not convinced and suddenly was afraid that the abbot had to face alone the eternal enemy [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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