A potion for a Prince - Satanic lust for Sex continues

Magdalene stuttered: “Our master the Prince has... erm... an ailment. There is something that troubles his soul and erm... affects... [cough] his... erm... performance shall we say...”

“I see” I responded, knowing full well what she was trying to say but enjoying her acute embarrassment....

The lovely Magdalene had been sent by the Prince to elicit a special potion from Brother Anselm. She had skirted around the matter for some time so Anselm decided it was time for some straight talking.

“Your Prince, the estimable Jose de Santa Maria Pinochet is a quite elderly man, in his seventh decade of existence and yet, he has a young and lusty bride, the vivacious Miss Sanchez. I presume that the Prince needs some help with his performance... in the bedroom?”

She looked me fully in the eye and realised that it was better to talk straight rather than skirt the issue because of some enforced false propriety that society imposed on us. “You are partly right Brother Anselm, though not fully. The gracious Miss Sanchez is to be untouched until the eve of the wedding when Prince Jose will know her. For now, it is the ladies in waiting, Miss Sanchez’s hand maidens who are to keep his bed warm. You and I, despite your monkish attire, are of the real world I think Anselm. The Prince has always enjoyed the company of women and will go on doing so until he dies, marriage or no marriage.”

I responded tactfully and ingratiatingly, “Does the delectable Miss Sanchez not mind? Is she happy?”

“Happy? What is happiness Anselm. There is simply duty. Maria has been ordered to marry the Prince. It will create a unified state and will protect our beloved country from ravenous neighbours. What’s more we will be able to have our own religion...” She stopped short, knowing she had said too much. This I could use to my advantage. She was on the verge of heresy and the infamous Spanish Inquisition would show her no mercy.

I had dark memories of the trial and sentence of a fellow brother who had been caught in flagrante with a local girl who was subsequently denounced as a witch by the wife of another man thought to be having physical relations with her. The trial bore no resemblance to any form of justice that I knew and the sentencing was cursory. I still remember the flames and reminding myself to be careful...

To be continued.

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