“…We raced down the hill towards where the Romans had made camp, shrieking and hollering like a bunch of demented banshees….”
“Didn’t your dresses get tangled up?” asked Chastity.
Todhmhii rolled his eyes heavenward, knowing what was coming next.
“Oh, no child! Most of us were as naked as the day we were born.”
“What about Boudicca?” interrupted Muliebral. “Surely the Queen wasn’t naked?”
Lannau considered her answer, as if dragging up the memory from the dusty depths of her addled brain. “You are quite right, child, she wasn’t. Boudicca, as I recall, was dressed in a skimpy chainmail outfit, that covered her feminine parts, if barely, but left her unencumbered.”
“Ram droppings!” muttered Todhmhii, into his mead.
Despite her aging years, there was nothing wrong with Lannau’s hearing. “May the sky fall on my head if I tell a word of a lie. I swear it by all the Gods… In fact,” she added, “I believe I still have the garment in one of my chests. I’ll go and fetch it, if you like.”
An image flashed through Todhmhii’s brain; one of the wrinkly near-naked Lannau, prancing around in an alluring fashion, dressed in a two-piece chainmail outfit that was both impractical as armour and left little to the imagination. In fact, Todhmhii concluded, the only benefit of such an outfit being worn on a battlefield, was that it would be very distracting. Perhaps, it was for that very reason that Queen Boudicca had worn it… if indeed she had! The image of Lannau in such an outfit would haunt Todhmhii’s dreams for days to come. More so because, to his horror, he discovered that his loins had become disturbingly aroused by the vision.
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Look for "Muliebral The Bold" in the upcoming anthology, Dreamtime Damsels and Fatal Femmes, by the Dreamtime Fantasy Authors!
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