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| A KNIGHT'S TALE by hypno_me_please This is a work of fiction, by hypno_me_please. All rights reserved. This work can only be re-printed by permission of the author. hypno_me_please@yahoo.com A tournament! Our hero couldn’t resist that. His eyes eagerly scanned the poster. Ten gold coins to enter. That was no problem. Let’s see. Archery, Duelling, Wrestling, Boxing, Chess, this sounded like fun. He duly turned up on the appointed day and happily parted with his ten gold coins. His results were mixed. The duelling ended up with his elimination in the first round. In the archery he was knocked out in the semi-final. However in the chess he reached the final. He looked at his opponent, who still wore a suit of armour. He didn’t recognise the armour or the standard the page held. The chess games were played out with human player on a large outdoor board. Our hero had drawn white and could move first. He escorted his King’s Pawn two paces forward, the standard opening move. In reply the Queen’s Bishop Pawn advanced two paces. “Aha!” He thought, “The Sicilian Defence – a fighting defence which gives winning opportunities to both sides.” He continued with the main line, developing his Knights, opening up the game with the advance of the Queen’s Pawn and castling to safety. Black developed normally, if a tad passively. All the Black pieces were confined to the first three ranks. The black position was solid, but defensive. White couldn’t resist the challenge. Pawns were thrust forward toward the Black King. Black defended well. Soon it was clear that White had fatally weakened his position with the Pawn advances. Black exploited these weaknesses superbly. White was soon forced to resign. Our hero gallantly put forward his hand to shake the victor’s hand. “Let’s see who the victor is then.” His opponent took off a helmet. A mass of lovely dark blonde hair cascaded down the shoulders of the suit of armour. She smiled, revealing the most delectable lips you could imagine and her bright hazel eyes shone. He could hardly keep his eyes away from hers. One was a little greener and one was a little browner. He had never seen asymmetrical eyes before, and he was fascinated. A gasp of astonishment went round the playing area. Then she spoke, in a soft and gentle voice, which seemed little gentle water in a mountain stream. “Sorry if you feel deceived, but I wanted to prove that women have brains too!” The cup for winning the competition was duly presented to her. She introduced herself as Princess Julia. The Gladiator who she had just beaten introduced himself as Charles. They went in the woods for a walk. She asked him about the other competitions he had entered. He spoke to her freely and easily. It was nice to have someone take an interest in him. He explained how he was Charles, middle son of the Edward, the Duke of Mercia. He had wanted to prove himself to his father. He said how he hoped one day to be a Knight, but first he had to find a lady to serve. Princess Julia’s eyes lit up. He longed to have an intelligent Knight by her side. She wanted someone with brains as well as brawn. That was the real reason why she had entered the chess tournament. She wanted someone who could match her at her favourite game, and she had certainly found one here! She led him down the glen. A stream babbled past them. She started talking to him again, in the most seductive voice she could muster. “Gosh after all those competitions you must be very tired. Why don’t you sit down and relax a while.” He obediently sat down on the grass, his back against a tree, she knelt down beside him. She started stroking his hair with her lovely soft smooth hands. “Yes my poor boy, you must be ever so tired after all that work, after all that competing. You have done so well. Just feel my hands in your hair and relax a little for me.” She could feel his body start to relax. She continued. “Look into my eyes for a little while. That’s right. Look deeply into my lovely hazel eyes. That’s a good boy. You are doing so well. Now, breathe deeply like this, in… out.” She demonstrated how she wanted him to breathe and he started copying her, and was soon in the routine of these deep breathes. She started talking again. “Good now keep looking deeply into my eyes. Soon you will have an image of my eyes in our head. When you have, close your eyes and keep thinking of my eyes. Keep looking into my eyes in your mind’s eye.” She kept on gazing into his eyes and stroking his hair. Soon his eyes shut and he slumped down against the tree. She knew he was falling under her spell. Soon he would be caught in her web and there would be no escape! “That’s right my dear. Sleep for your lady, for I will soon become your lady. You are falling deeply in love with me. You love my dark blonde hair, my hazel eyes, my soft voice, my gentle touch. You love everything about me. You are deeply in love with me. You want to marry me. You want to serve me. You want to serve me for the rest of your life. Don’t you my love?” He grunted his consent and nodded. “Of course you do. You want it more than you have wanted anything else. You would die for me; you are so deeply in love with me. As you fall deeper and deeper you are getting more and more submissive to me. You want to just serve and obey me, don’t you Charles?” Once more he grunted his approval and nodded. “Good boy. You are a very good boy. In a minute I will wake you. You will offer me your sword so that you can become my Knight. You will offer yourself to me. You will then make arrangements for us to marry. Right, you will wake on the count of the three. One, you are starting to wake up slowly. Two, you are becoming more and more awake. Three, wide awake now darling.” He opened his eyes. She stood up. He knelt before her. He offered her his sword. “Dear, sweet lady, I love you. I love you more than life itself. Take me, take my life, and make it yours.” She took the sword and pointed it at him. “Do you swear to serve me and no one else, giving me, your body, mind and soul from this day forth?” The reply came instantly. “I do my lady, from the bottom of my heart, as long as there is breath in this body of mine.” Her reply filled him with happiness. “Good knight, from this day forth you will serve me, and me alone, now rise up.” He rose and stood before her. She rose on tip-toe to kiss his chin. He bent his head downwards. She kissed him again, this time on the lips. As she kissed him again he felt a wave of happiness fill him, and he could feel her energy and her strength pour into him, making him feel whole, making him feel like a man. He was suddenly no longer the wannabe son of the Duke of Mercia. He was at last a man in his own right, and one with a lovely princess to serve! “How do you feel” she asked him? “I feel wonderful, better than I have ever felt. I want to serve and please and obey you all the days of my life. I want to take you as my wife, to have and to hold from this day forth” She smiled and put her finger to his mouth. “Silence! You are a very good man and I would be happy to be your Lady and to be your wife, but save it for the marriage ceremony. First I want you to prove yourself worthy of me.” “And how shall I do that my Lady?” “In the archery you only had two out of the three bull’s eyes you could have had. With my help, if you put your trust in me, you will be able to get all three.” “How can that be, my sweet, fair Lady?” “Just trust in me and follow me.” She led him back to the archery arena. He reached for his arrows from his quiver unconvincingly. “One minute, before you shoot.”She put her soft hand on his. “Look into my eyes. That is a good boy. Look deeply into my lovely hazel eyes. That’s right. Lose yourself in them. Look deeper and deeper. You can do this Charles. Just keep thinking of my eyes, and how much you want to please me, and how much you want to do this for me. You can do this Charles, just trust in me and give it all your attention. Your mind will be completely focused on the target. Your aim will be sure; your arms will be strong and firm. Concentrate, relax and go for it my dear. He seemed to be in a dream world. “Yes my lady.” Robotically he reached for the first arrow, took aim and released. It went straight into the bull’s eye. She clapped enthusiastically, and jumped up and down. “You did it, you really did it. Now do it again, exactly like the first arrow.” Without a word he took another arrow out of the quiver, aimed and released again. Again it flashed into the bull’s eye. “Well done, good boy. You are such a good boy for your Lady. Now do it again, one more time.” Under her almost magical spell, he was able to repeat the performance. She jumped up and hugged him. “I knew you could do it with a little help from me. You are such a good boy! What are you going to do next?” She asked him. “What time do you have to be back at your castle?” “Not yet. First I am going to refresh myself at yonder tavern. Would you care to join me sweet lady?" "I would like that more than anything.” She replied smiling. He loved that smile. When she smiled his heart melted. Together they wandered over to the tavern. He tied up his horse and led her in. “I’m having pieces of chicken with bread and beer, would that suit you?” “That would be wonderful.” She knew that in many such establishments it was safer to drink the beer than the water. They received their refreshments and sat down opposite each other and ate and drank. “Have you ever been in love before?” She asked him. “I have actually.” He then explained to her, how when the Vikings were attacking Mercia, The King of Wessex had sent his daughter, Princess Alfreda to help. She was rumoured to be a descendant of Boudicia, who had led a British uprising against the Roman invaders. She had the same fighting spirit of her ancestor. She also wore britches, had short hair and rode a horse like a man. She led an army from Wessex and met up with army from Mercia under Charles on the banks of where the two kingdoms met. She had big blue eyes. Julia listened carefully as Charles explained how he once fell asleep listening to her, and thinking of her big blue eyes as he fell asleep. In the morning afterwards the combined armies beat the Vikings, but contact between the two leaders was broken in the confusion of the battle. Charles returned home wounded with the remains of his troops. He explained, - “But even now, years later, when I see the blue skies I think of her pretty blue eyes. When I see the black night sky I think of the little black circles in the centre of her eyes, and when I see the stars I think of how the light used to reflect off her eyes. I seem to be attracted to women, who are wearing britches, have blue eyes and fair hair. It is like I am under her spell. I really wish I could be free of that spell.” “Is that really, really what you want Charles? Do you want to be free of her spell? Do you want the memory of her removed from you forever?” “Oh yes my lady. I want it more than anything else in the world. It has been tearing me apart.” “So be it my lord. I’m sure that there is a way.” She was confident that she could lift the spell, even though there were several others in the tavern, and there was quite a noise! They continued with their meal. Night was falling. A servant wench came round and placed a candle on the each. Julia was pleasantly surprised that although she seemed to be a comely wench, worth of the attention of any red-blooded man, Charles didn’t seem an all interested in her as she floated gracefully from table to table, depositing a candle on each. Instead he seemed more interested in her, as they exchanged information about each other, and laughed and joked with each other. At length they finished their meal. She wiped her hand on a serviette and glanced at the candle, and started talking again in the soft, smooth voice of hers. “Isn’t that a pretty candle Charles? I love the way the flame flickers and plays in the wind. I find it very relaxing just to sit and watch. Once I start watching I find it so absorbing. I find it hard to look away. Don’t you agree with me Charles?” He grunted agreement. She glanced in his direction, and was glad that he seemed to have his eyes glued on the candle flame, listening to her every word, as if it were manna from heaven. “That is right Charles. Look deeper and deeper into the candle. Notice how it is giving you a nice warm feeling. Helping you to relax more and more. Take some nice deep breathes for me Charles. That’s right. In….. out….. You are doing soooo well Charles. Just relax a little bit more, as you drift downwards a bit more, listening only to my voice, looking at the candle and relaxing more and more. Notice how sleepy you are becoming. Your eyelids are becoming so very heavy. You are getting sleepier and sleepier. You find it soooo har to keep your eyes open. You are so relaxed, warm, and comfortable, just listening to me and putting your trust in me. Trust in me completely Charles. Let yourself go. Submit to my voice. Submit to my voice and sleep for me, NOW!” She clicked her fingers in front of his face and his eyes closed and he slumped down. She continued to purr. “Good boy. You are doing so well Charles. Listen to my voice, and go back Charles. Go back to that time you were with Alfreda. You are on the banks of the Thames with Alfreda. Can you see her Charles?” “Yes” “And what is she saying to you?” “She is telling me to look into her eyes. She is telling me to relax. She is telling me to sleep.” “I knew it!” she thought to herself. “And did you go to sleep for her Charles?” She was 99% of what the answer would be, but she was careful to word it in such a way as to not lead him. “Yes I did.” “And what did she say to you when you were asleep.” He struggled to remember, but after drifting a little bit deeper, and re-constructing more of the conversations, she finally got him to remember. “She said that whenever I see the blue skies I would like of her blue eyes. Whenever I see the black night sky I would think of the little black circles in the centre of her eyes. Whenever I see the stars I will think of the light reflecting off her eyes. From now on I would prefer women wearing britches, and women who have blue eyes and short fair hair.” “Is she saying anything else to you Charles.” “Yes” “What is she saying?” “She is telling me to sleep, and that I wouldn’t remember her chatting to me. It would all seem like a distant dream. But her words would sink forgotten into my very soul, and remain there for ever.” “OK Charles, you are doing very well. Drift a little deeper for me Charles. Continue to breathe deeply. Right as you breath out, you will breath out her words, and as you breath in, you breath in my words, my spirit, cleansing you of all influence she had on you. Her words will melt away like ice in the summer sun. Do you understand Charles?” He nodded agreement. “Good boy, keep breathing in and out for me, concentrating on what I have just said to you. After a few minutes of cleansing his brain, she woke him up. He seemed happier, refreshed. He smiled at her. “Many thanks my dear, sweet lady.” “My pleasure” she smiled back at him. So that is how they got together. Soon she was Lady Julia and he was Sir Charles. They married and moved into the gatehouse castle of the King of Mercia. They enjoyed playing chess together. He served her faithfully and obediently, - but more about that another time dear reader! |
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