A remedy for the bedroom

It wasn’t long before Anselm received a note from one of the Prince’s retinue inviting (though there was no way to say no to a Prince) him to meet his Lordship who wanted to thank him for being of service. The monk quickly made ready, and taking more of the potion alongside other more exotic and heady concoctions, setting off for the castle courtyard only minutes away. He was escorted into the castle and then to the North Tower by a heavily armed soldier, wearing a corselet, clutching a nasty looking halberd and with a shorter sword attached to his belt. His face was masked by a mean looking bascinet helmet laced on to a chain mail neck and face piece.

It wasn’t long before Anselm was in the company of the Prince, in a relatively small room bedecked with all sorts of golden tapestries, thick rugs and a roaring fire bedecked with sumptuous velvet cushions flanking each side though much of his view was impeded by two sturdy looking carved ash seats. As he approached the Prince circumnavigating the chairs Anselm was taken aback to see Magdalene and another girl semi nude and basking in the glow of the fire, resting on the cushions. There was no sign of Anna Maria.

“Welcome Brother Anselm” said the Prince, his voice confident and strong. “I wanted to thank you in person for the medicine you provided for me yesterday, via the lovely Magdalene. I’ll make no bones about it, I’m not as young as I used to be or wish to be. My vice is women and it is well known. My curse is that I am famous for my virility and whilst there is nothing wrong with the head and my passion is as strong as ever sometimes the body cannot keep the promises that my lips and eyes make.”

I have some sympathy for him, thought Anselm. When a man lives for sex it must be a crushing blow to find that your body will no longer comply with your desires. And of course with a man’s masculinity measured between the sheets it is not only annoying but embarrassing too.

“I am pleased I could be of some service my Lord.” I spoke softly, my head slightly bowed. “I took the liberty of bringing more of the remedy with me.” I handed over enough of the mixture to ensure the rest of the Prince’s stay would be to his satisfaction.

Continued soon when Anselm gets to work on Anna Maria.

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