Princil's Magic : Chapter 4 : The Trial (Part 2)

Valdark sat imperiously behind the throne, appearing to watch the final death throes of Chanceleord and the other man who died with him. More interesting to him now were the reactions and feelings of the audience in this public amphitheatre of the Council Hall. The terror of the other captives who were forced to watch, who perceived now that there would be an end to there own souls, which might probably be just as horrible as these two. He scanned their minds for his own pleasure more than for any knowledge he might require. He enjoyed the sensations he could read. He also scanned some of his own people, finding a variety of emotions within their skulls, ranging from revenge and satisfaction to distaste and quiet disapproval.

He was reminded of the conversation he had earlier with the sorcerer Aribor. What would his reactions to the suffering of Chanceleord now be? Aribor had admitted to not wishing the merchant to die now. Valdark still suspected some connection between that man close to expiring and the appreciation of beauty which Valdark had read in him. He searched into the wizard’s mind, a common spell first, as he had done with the other minds he perused in this hall. There was indeed a strong distaste that this man should die. Searching now with more difficult spells he found there was a clear connection with the sense of beauty he had seen earlier in the sorceror’s mind. Aribor had not wanted the merchant to die. He displayed a really strong will for him not to die, but the wizard had accepted that the merchant would die. He had probably observed too many such executions than to be upset by the death. He knew it was inevitable. There was equanimity and little emotion in the sorceror’s mind for the merchant, as Valdark might have expected of a sorcerer who had drawn dark magic from as many victims as Aribor had.

Valdark conjured a stronger revealing spell and plunged back into Aribor’s mind. As would be the case in all wizards there were automatic screens which obstructed his view, but Valdark found ways around them, searching deep. He was after the sense of beauty which he had found so strong in the sorcerer earlier, which had surprised him so much. Aribor had long had a fascination for the female sex, which Valdark had noted in the past. Some warriors loved to slaughter and take revenge, and others were motivated by rape, or pillage, or the promotion of their King or masters. Aribor was one who was rewarded for his work by the freedom to search for sexual pleasure. Valdark liked to understand what motivated his brethren, the sorcerors and the warriors; that made him better able to serve his master and Grumandor. Aribor was a good servant and Valdark appreciated that the sorcerer deserved his reward. But this sense of attraction towards something beautiful and precious was unusual, something far more than normal.

Valdark entered the part of the brain from where the beauty appeared to emanate. A wave of excitement met him, images of naked flesh, the open cunt of a woman, pretty and tight, drawing him to her, flasahes of facial beauty, a serene sculpture with dark eyes and hair, a beautiful shaped nose and pretty mouth. The image was of perfection and strong. He saw the fascinating woman naked, and, through the mind of Aribor, indescribably beautiful.

‘Who was this woman?’ Valdark knew not, but there was no doubt that this was the one, a woman, who held a strong hold within Aribor’s mind. He saw the sorceror’s thick member, filling the beautiful woman’s mouth, pulsing with passion and seed shooting into the woman’s throat, and dribbling thickly from her nouth as she pulled away. He saw the slender beauty of a bronzed body rudely invaded in a few different places by the wizard’s fat cock. There were more scenes, many more, filling this part of the sorceror’s brain. It contained the sorceror’s current fantasies, or even perhaps realities, dominated completely by visions of this one woman.

Even Valdark was impressed by these visions. For a passing moment he too wanted to penetrate the woman’s flesh, as Aribor so obviously did. Valdark was reputed to be quite averse to sexual motivations due to a long life of wizardry and a reputed youthful interest in males. He had perhaps seen too much of life, and death, to be much moved by mere physical interests.

He understood Aribor’s desire for this woman, which was strong. He surmised she may be some woman of this city, whom the sorcerer had found, and who had somehow entrapped him. Was she a sorceress using the power of her attraction for her own purposes? It was possible. In that case Aribor’s desire that the merchant should not be punished may derive from the woman. Perhaps she was working for the citizens of Cromilil and Shalirion. Perhaps the merchant Chanceleord was an important figure in the government here, and she wished him to be saved. He worried that a loyal sorcerer, such as Aribor, could be turned so easily in his opinions, but it seemed Aribor had no plan to actually intervene, in any way, to save the merchant.

(Lost Writing :- Valdark confronts Aribor and gains his admission that he has become obsessed by the beauty Remzain. Valdark tells him he must give Remzain to the King before he is tempted to lose his loyalty by his obsession. His position threatened, Aribor has no choice but to acquiesce to Valdark’s orders. Aribor takes Valdark to Remzain and gives her up.)