Brother Anselm - the final chapter

Hibernia was at the edge of the known world and Anselm could see that god had left his best work for last. The shimmering lochs that stretched out for miles, surrounded by stunning mountains and fertile valleys, vast and deep. The vast swathes of forest teeming with deer and game, a paradise where a man could live, where a man could live untouched by so called ‘civilisation’ and free to live as he chose.

Their journey to this place had not been an easy one. They were sought wherever they went and so had been forced to take a long and arduous circuitous route across the Mediterranean Sea to Morocco, where Anselm’s old Saracen friend Amir gave them shelter and enough gold to pay for passage on a ship to Ireland. From there they had taken a small sailing vessel to the West coast of Hibernia, arriving twenty miles to the north of a settlement called Torrid-one in order to avoid the English troops stationed there and then travelling yet further North through Ayrshire until they reached Loch Torridon where the abundance of wild life and the absence of people gave them reason to stop their journey and settled down.

He clutched the hand of his love tight and they looked at each other, a passion burning in their eyes. They kissed and fell to the ground, disrobing so that they could enjoy each other once more, their lovemaking framed by beautiful scenery and accompanied by the sounds of the copious wildlife that inhabited this wonder of nature known as the High Lands.

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They were content, as one and they knew that together they would forge a life, would build, and grow and she would be as fertile as the soil, producing children who in their turn would grow and build. The oft discussed and debated circle of life no less.

As they lay in the grass, bathing in the warm sun, a slight breeze cooling their cheeks they both thought back to their time at the monastery and the castle, their erotic adventures with each other and the many maidservants of the Prince and the peasant girls from the village. They thanked the lord for their escape from the clutches of the Inquisition and they prayed for the poor souls who had been less fortunate.

Life was for living and now they had their chance they intended to make the most of it and enjoy every last second. Turning to each other once more they held each other close as they embarked upon another chapter of love.

The end.

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