She was exhausted and glad to be back.
“M, I am home,” she said quietly and slowed down her pace. She didn’t always see him right away, and he slept often. She dropped her heavy travel cloak on the floor and began to undo the laces on her dress. They were long, and her hands were cold, but she was determined. Her dress fell to the floor in a heap. Her thin shift was all the remained aside from the bandage on her hand, when she finally spotted him.
He lay asleep on her finest undergarment, which rested on her bed and had been bundled in a heap to resemble bedding as closely as possible. She smiled when she remembered it had not been washed before she left. Her shift flew over her head, and she dropped next to him, as gently as she could. His tiny body bounced and shook from side to side, but he only blinked and lifted his head. When he saw her next to him, he sighed contentedly, and whispered, “you are back”.
“How fared the Peace Talks?”
“Very well. We signed the compact.”
That seemed to awaken him. He turned his body from a curling sleeping position, to face her. She rewarded his effort with a descending fingertip. She placed it gently on his hea, and watched it dip before she moved down his tiny shoulder, arm, and manly thigh. She brought her finger back up his leg, and moved it between them. He gasped, but his eyes were on hers.
“We signed it in blood,” she continued. His body responded very quickly, and she could hear his breathing changing. He still watched her. He knew there was something she wasn’t saying. “And it is a fair agreement. We will have peace, and we will be able to leave the Precipice.”
“Oh- mmm- tell me the price.”
“Shh… do not ask me to tell you just yet.” She didn’t want to spoil the beautiful hardness of him. His hips had begun rocking against the tide of her fingertip, and his eyes shone with two kinds of intensity. He swallowed hard, and tried to push her fingertip away.
“Tell me now.”
She sighed, but kept her finger in place. His little hands felt like firebrands on the sides of her finger. Incredible, she thought, that such a being can be so cold, and burn so bright when we are alone. Her touch was distracted when she revealed the truth.
“She wants you.”
“She does? Cumandá the Breacher wants another small man for her collection. And you agreed to this?”
She sighed heavily, but never stopped caressing him. She knew she could conjure up renewed blood flow if she stayed the course. He didn’t fight her. Instead, his hands gripped the sides of her finger with renewed strength, and he began to match her rhythm.
“You do not have to do it. You have the Precipitant army at your command, and her troops are yours as well. You only have to say the word. You are their true Gad. She is only an interloper.”
“An interloper who calls herself a Gad, and pulverizes anyone who says differently. I saw corpses hanging on every road, and their only crime had been to call her The Breacher. Remember, sweet love: she killed all the Gads.”
M was close. His eyes were half closed, and his breathing was ragged. His hips moved faster, and she smiled, pressing her fingertip harder against his body. She turned it, and pinned him. He gasped, and looked at her, with feigned surprise. They had done this many times before.
“Sit on me, Rebel Gad. Sit on me, and make me yours again.”
“You are always mine. Now mark my fingertip, darling. Show me how much you love me, or I will never sit on you again.” Her fingertip began to knead him, and it wasn’t long before he cried out, his little face screwed in ecstasy, and then laughter. Somewhere else in the castle, puppies were born dead.
“I am glad you can laugh at a moment like this.” That sobered him up. He looked away for a moment, and returned his gaze to hers. “I am sorry about the pups.”
“What pups? Never mind pups. I told you that monster wants you, and you love and laugh as though nothing is happening.”
“She did not kill all the Gads. You are the last Gad, and you will rule again.”
“Please recall that she did kill me. I was dead.”
“Not dead enough. I would like to know one day… how you managed that.”
“I have told you before. I think you saved me.”
“Maybe. I do not understand how. I was there to collect your sisters, and you were the last one to fall. I stood over you, a young girl of twelve years, your body as long as a woman’s, but slight as a child’s. That stone blade, buried deep in your chest. I stood over you, and felt something I had never felt before when our eyes met. Something here.” He pointed at his chest.
“Maybe it was compassion.”
“I do not know compassion.”
“You do, when you take someone quickly. My sisters could have lingered in pain, but I saw their light dancing in your eyes. They were at peace. When I understood they were beyond danger, I wanted the man who had made them safe.”
“That is when I found myself a man, when I had not been one before. And that is when I found myself very small, a fraction of what I used to be, and by your side.”
“Where you have always been. Where you waited patiently, until I was of age.”
“It was not hard. You were nothing but bones.”
She arched an eyebrow, and laughed. “Bones, huh? I was bones?”
“And now you are full and round, and I adore you.”
She began to caress his full length again. She would sit on him soon, but not before she shared her plan.
“Her small men are older now. She wants young flesh to abuse. She claims she has the power of a Gad, but there are no new small men in all the land. There never will be.”
“Until I am delivered.”
“Until that day. She signed the Peace Compact with blood, so she cannot break her oath; but there are ways around the finer points. She will try to imprison me so as to force me to make more of you, for her.”
“There are no more of me.”
“She does not know that.”
“She knows very little, if she could not tell that your blood did not come from you, but from a Dibbit.”
“Success was worth one of my fingers. I am only glad the Dibbit was willing to replace it, and sacrifice itself. Sometimes they simply drop dead.”
“I wonder what else you are growing… making… in that horror farm of yours.”
She smiled magnificently, and said nothing. He wanted to smile with her, but contained himself. Who knew what else might drop dead, if he did.
“What is your command, my Gad?”
“I want you to travel to Gad castle. The Precipitant Guard will escort you to its doors. Then, once you are inside the walls, I want you to unleash pestilence.”
He inhaled slowly, but sharply. “On all the land?”
“No, not all the land. Only the castle. Men, women, children. And the Breacher. The Breacher, first. And when you whisper your True Name in her filthy ear, I want you to call her that.”
“It will be as you wish, my love. Now, sit on me and ride me.”
And she did.