Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/To The Young Ladies
Erik was a dragon. He had been forged in the war and for him nothing was more natural than seize a sword and fight. Dueling as a nobleman. Putting the enemies on the ground. Obviously, as a warrior he understood the basic need of a soldier to collect the spoils of war. The hard work to kill a lot of stupid rebels. The usual prices of a war. And as a dragon he always knew: the world is forged in the fire of creation and only through the fire the change can happen. A fierce warrior must know. And he have to admit they would like to see more Dukes like the old Gregor with his one hundred seventy men on the battlefield, trying to win a battle. Erik usually only need the best eighty Stormwalkers to take down his enemies. But the beauty was the same. He had been in Trinbar facing the enemy hordes. A young elf and an old man. The same ambition, because Erik knew as a Duke should be ambitious. And how many of these men are willing to march into battle? Count on your fingers.
Erik was a lover. And why not? Why not love all the beauties of every beauty of life? Erik loved. He loved every face of his Goddess. In all the beautiful women he founded in his way. And why not? He was an elf. The most incredible creation of Elune. A noble of pure blood. Ancient blood. Dragon's blood, they used to say. With a secret name that if someone cares to pronounce, will make the earth trembles under their feet. The vulgar and the sacred. A noble. A source of lust. And if they knew, they would understand. Sleep a single night without the warm body of a beautiful young woman after a battle is certainly a sacrilege. Living without the wine, beer, herbs, women and all the pleasures of life was no life. Even for a commoner. A dragon is always much more than used to having only the best. Always the best.
Erik was a storm. A thunderstorm. Sometimes, a good rain. Tested and challenged. With a wide open smile on his face or spitting fire. The truth is only one: no one stood in his way and prevailed. The opponents fell one by one. They failed in their own incompetence and even in his failures, Erik prevailed because he was stronger. A cruel reality. Love and hate. Holding hands. A huge stormy cloud of his own ego. Love is so sweet.
But in this, I'm a rain-cloud,
Ours is a stormy kind of love.
Erik opened his eyes. He felt comfortable in the large harem's bed under his body. The soft caresses of the naked sleepy girls stroking him in his sleep. They sang very softly:
Erik was fifty years old today,
And Erik came foam from his tongue.
He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,
Is it true that I'm no longer young?
And the children call him famous,
And the old men call him insane,
And sometimes he's so nameless,
That he hardly knows which game to play...
Which words to say...
And I should have told him, "No, you're not old."
And I should have let him go on...
Smiling... babywide.
Erik smiled. He was not getting any younger and this was a fact. But he was an elf. A dragon. Ageing was a gift for him. He laughed and hugged his young concubines. And he sang to silence them:
I ought to get going
I shouldn't stay here and love you
More than I do
Cause you're so much younger than I am
Come up the years, come up the years
And love me... love me...
A younger girl keeps hanging around
One of the loveliest I've ever found
Blowin' my mind, stealin' my heart
Somebody help me 'fore I fall apart.
I ought to get going
I shouldn't stay here and love you
More than I do
Cause you're so much younger than I am
Come up the years, come up the years
And love me, love me love me
The things she's doing keep turning me on
And I've been happy to go right along
I know it's time that I said goodbye
I know I can't leave no matter how hard I try.
I ought to get going
I shouldn't stay here and love you
More than I do
Cause you're so much younger than I am
Come up the years, come up the years
And love me, love me...
And when he finished, he smiled and for some reason he whispered:
Erik Eyolf: "Sometimes I see that poor stupid hanged Priest smiling at me. I smile at him."
Erik growled and attacked his young lovers. Sirion was far away and the night would be long.
