She woke to the noise of hoof beats, snorts, and whinnies next to her head. She turned and groaned, opening her eyes a slither to see that it was probably midday. Cursing inwardly, she sat up and wiped the sleep away from her face. Damn it - damn it!, she thought, moving her body closer to the bark of a tree to lean against. At morning light, she had told herself yesterday. There was a person, an archer who agreed to meet her at a nearby inn at noon, and if she hadn't shown up, he'd be gone. She cursed inwardly again pound a fist on the ground. "Oh? What do we 'ave here?" She heard someone say. A knight came into view, behind him three of his friends and someone she thought looked like a squire. "What's your name, girl?" The knight asked.
Eirene looked up at the knight. "What's yours? I'm at a disadvantage here, you're armed with men while I sit under a tree weaponless."
"Very well," the knight said. He introduced himself as Ser Dane, he was fat man; she was surprised his horse was able to carry him with armour, weapons, and all. His face looked like it was caved in with a hammer with small eyes, crooked nose, and small mouth, and he he had no hair. Bald, dumb, and ugly, she thought. The man next to him, Ser Laden he called him, lanky fellow, brown hair and horrible teeth; Ser Rovell was the knight on the far left. A green boy she reckoned, just turned knight. She could tell he'd never had his first kill yet. Ser Tim was between the two, he was rather handsome, she reckoned, were it not that he was a guy he might have had a chance with her. Then, finally came the squire, Lordling Tom. He was a frightened young thing who seemed to hate Ser Dane. And who wouldn't the man seemed grumpy, probably because of his ugliness, she thought a smile creeping up on her face. "So, who're you?" He said after introducing them.
"I am Mailene," she lied, standing up and picking up her bow. "Now what can I do for you fine gentlemen?" She felt slightly suspicious of them. Their host had already left, left them behind. She knew that couldn't be good, but perhaps they were only hunting and looking for a kill? C'mon, she told herself, really? She didn't believe it and so she picked up her arrow and knocked it into her bow.
"Oh, come now lassie," Ser Rovell said with a sad smile. "You're a smart girl, and no doubt you're good with your bow. But we're four knights and a squire. Do yourself a favour, get on the floor, open your legs, and close your eyes."
"Aye," Sir Laden said with grim, set jaws. "We've been without women for so long it'll only be a thrust or two inside ya and we'd be finished. We'll be out of your hair before you know it."
She looked at the men. She had half a mind to give in, to be done with it and let them have their way, but what would they do when they were done? She was scared, she didn't want to be ravaged, and she was still a virgin. She could only imagine what they'd do if they found out she hadn't been entered yet. "There's a brothel not a day's ride from here," she said, her heart in her throat, pounding with such ferocity she thought it would break out of her chest. "The women there will please you more than I ever could."
One of the knights nodded. Ser Dane however wasn't having it. "Get on the floor," he said roughly. "Or I'll shove my cock up your ass while Tom here shoves it in your cunt!" She didn't like that. That wasn't going to happen. Not here. She pulled the bow's string, aiming carefully at Dane. "Fine!" He bellowed, unsheathing his sword. She let the arrow fly and it drove into the ground right under Ser Dane's horse. She noted it didn't like that very much as it whinnied and reeled, it's eyes rolling. Before they knew it, they heard a pop and smoke obscured their vision.
The knights cursed as they tried to calm their horses, the young squire, Tom's simply ran off with him atop of it. She knocked another arrow and let it fly towards them, splitting into tiny little arrows in mid air. She heard someone scream in agony and other curse. The smoke cleared, two had small arrows in their neck, dead. Ser Dane had an arrow in his eye. He kept screaming and cursing in clear agony. The other was the fortunate one. The one that seemed to be the kindest of them all. "I'll give you an easy death," she said to him, walking over him as he tried to get up, and let an arrow fly into his head.
She left Ser Dane screaming in pain and took the four horses with her. She would get a load of money off of their weapons and mares, if she sold it to the right person.
It was late evening when she approached him. A smuggler whose name was unknown to her. She gave him three horses, the weapons, and everything else that was on them except the food. He gave her three large sacks filled with gold coins in return. She sighed with relief when the smuggler left. She would finally be able to afford an inn and some good food. Finally, she said to herself as she rode towards an inn.