The Prince's desire for the lusty Anna Maria reaches a nadir

Anselm had been confronted by the Prince and a henchman in the passageways that gave secret access to the dungeons. Skilfully he had outwitted his foes and the soldier lay dead and the Prince at his mercy, Anselm’s boot on his chest pinning him to the ground.

“Oh, yes. I am well versed for the forthcoming talks with the representatives of Rome” continued the Prince. I know all about their plans, their double speak, their double dealing. They have no intention of allowing us to live peacefully, our Cathar beliefs anathema and heretical to them and always will be. If they intend to begin a crusade against us then so be it, but we will be prepared!

“And I will not let Torquemada have the pleasure of enjoying Anna Maria’s pain alone. No, I will see the harlot under my knife, I will enjoy her agony, her torment. But before she goes to the gates of hell I will leave my mark on her.”

His eyes flashed like a cornered wild animal, his hatred burning bright, his fury pent up and ready to be unleashed.

“Which cell is she in?” Anselm asked and when the Prince was reluctant to reply he pierced his unprotected shoulder with the tip of his bloodied sword, and then stood on the wound to make his point.

“There, there...” screamed the Prince pointing at the wall a mere ten feet away.

Anselm was no murderer but he was in a quandary about what to do with the Prince. Let him live and he would pursue them. Dead, he knew they would be pursued anyway, by the Prince’s family, by the authorities. For a moment it seemed hopeless and a decision impossible but the Prince quickly made Anselm’s mind up as he pulled out a dagger from his boot and lunged upwards, catching Anselm unawares and piercing his side.

Anselm plunged his sword into the Prince’s chest and turned the blade. The death was neither pretty nor quick as the Prince squirmed and cursed before life ebbed from his veins and he fell back, dead.

Anselm checked his body for any further weapons and then he checked the henchman, a smile breaking across his face when he found something that would prove very useful indeed.

As we near the end of the tale find out tomorrow the fate of Anna Maria as Anselm confronts the deadly, sado masochistic Torquemada in this Silk Stocking Story.

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