Captain Antoine François Gonzague of the French army, who had come with his men to help and support in their fight the American Independence Army commanded by Captain James Parker, was looking through his long sight at two redcoats who were like every day they were watching them came out of the camp together to walk around.
A small blond, and a redhead.
But strangely it was not the little redhead who had attracted Gonzague's attention...
But the little blond.
He had noticed that as soon as he left the captain did not leave him out of sight, until he disappeared from his sight.
And that this little blond soldier was entitled to certain privileges.
Like spending most of his time in his superior's tent.
And that instead of grouping with the other soldiers...
And sleeping in a different tent.
He spent the night in his captain's tent.
And Gonzague had his own idea of what could be going on in the tent, between the captain, and this little blond guy.
You didn't have to be blind to understand that the redcoat commander had a crush on boys.
And preferably young boys who were just out of their teens.
When you saw the face of the little blond boy...
You could see that he was very unformed.
And not yet beaten like a man.
Gonzague had no doubt...
This English captain was a sodomite.
And thanks to this discovery...
He knew how to attack the camp.
And which pawn to use.
Nothing could be simpler.
He had to kidnap the blond boy.
And wait for the right moment when he would walk with the redhead.
But above all, wait until he was out of sight of the captain.
And then...
They would fall on them.
And Gonzague could see from the redhead's face that it would be a piece of cake.
A small satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He would finally be able to act.
In addition...
Gonzague was sure that if he had the little blond boy…
The captain would take no chances that he would be hurt.
And that he would not hesitate to surrender...
than to sacrifice the life of this little blond boy.
- Gonzague handed the spyglass to Parker, who took it, and brought it to his eye, looking where Gonzague indicated he should look with his hand. You see this little blond boy. Parker nodded, seeing the little blond soldier in his red tunic very clearly. He is the key to everything.
The key to everything...
This puny being.
Who had more the body of a young teenager than a man.
How could he be the key to everything.
It was simply impossible.
Besides...
It was better to attack the redcoat camp once and for all.
And stop waiting.
Because if they were discovered...
- That little blond guy... As you can see. A little evil laugh escaped from Gonzague's lips. He spends his nights in the tent of his beloved captain.
I'm sorry.
At his contemptuous words, Parker almost dropped the spyglass.
He spends his nights in the tent of his beloved captain.
Had he heard right.
It couldn't be true.
Just imagining the scene made him want to vomit.
But no.
It couldn't be true.
You'd have to be pretty sick to sleep with a boy barely out of his teens.
Gonzague must have been mistaken.
Was he forgetting that in the British army...
There were also family members of the soldiers of the independence army...
There were certain limits to be respected.
They were at war with the British.
But from there to say that they were sodomites.
There were limits.
And nothing said that they had sex.
Gonzague had better get busy finding a good strategy...
And stop talking nonsense.
- You'll see what I mean... Tonight…
By the look on Parker's face that made it clear he didn't believe a word he was saying, Gonzaga knew he would have to tell him the truth.
When Parker looked at the captain's tent and saw that the blond boy was spending the night there...
Then he would understand what he had been trying to make him understand.
That this English captain was nothing but a sodomite.
And that these people...
They had to be exterminated.
And tomorrow...
He would study his idea of strategy with his men...
And when everything was well organized...
They would kidnap the little blond and the redhead.
- Catch them.
At Captain Gonzague's command to his men, Eames and Olson found themselves surrounded by French tunics.
My God...
It couldn't be possible...
How could this have happened...
Wasn't there a soldier watching the area.
- And especially the blond guy... Gonzague pointed to Eames. He is the most important merchandise.
Pardon.
The most important merchandise.
Merchandise.
No, but she was not a commodity.
And she was going to make him understand that big, blue-coated fool.
- Eames... Olson nodded to her to be quiet, and waved his hand to go away, as he rushed to the soldiers. Go back to the camp.
What.
He wasn't serious.
Olson wanted her to run, and the only one in this situation.
It was out of the question.
She would never do such a thing.
- If you don't go back to the camp... Robert will kill me.
Pardon.
Goren will kill him.
But he was no good.
He would never do such a thing.
- Go away... Olson was yelling, making her jump. Now.
He found himself grabbed by two soldiers, one of whom held him firmly by the arm and neck, while the second, took out his sword, and placed it against his neck, pressing it, preventing him from moving, under the eyes of Eames, who was beginning to seriously understand the gravity of the situation.
She stepped back, hands against her heart, and listening only to her courage, pivoted on herself, and with a look back, dashed towards the camp.
But two powerful hands grabbed her by the arms, stopping her in her flight, and held her tight.
- Do not hurt him...
Don't hurt her...
And why.
While they did not hesitate to put the blade of a sword on Olson's throat.
She raised her knee and with all her strength lowered her foot on the one of the soldier on the right who was holding her, and who by this gesture, let go of her while grimacing.
Eames took advantage of it by the same occasion, to give a violent blow of elbow in the ribs of the other soldier who dared to retain her, and who also dropped her, surprised by this attack.
She did not lose a second, and fled with all legs.
- Catch up with him.
At the order of their captain, the two blue coats, did not lose a second, and rushed in pursuit of the little blond.
My God...
Quickly...
Eames had to hurry up...
And go back to the camp...
To get help.
One, because she was in danger.
And two...
Because she had to get Olson out of that hanging lookout.
But most importantly...
The main thing to do...
Was to run.
And not to turn around.
Because if she turned around...
She would lose time.
And her attackers could catch up with her.
Good God...
Why did she have to fall into this hanging lookout...
Eames was seriously starting to hate this era.
At the vision of the camp coming closer, Eames began to feel relief.
But a hand grabbed him by the arm, pulled him forcibly against a chest, and a rough hand gagged his mouth.
- Now... You will follow me wisely.
Follow him carefully.
While the camp was only a few meters away from her.
No and no.
It was out of the question.
She couldn't let them do it.
She had to escape by all means...
And at all costs find a way out.
Besides...
She was almost at the camp.
And if she screamed...
She was sure that Goren would hear her...
And that he would run.
Eames lifted her knee, but felt something cold being put on her neck, and pressed.
- If you try anything... The soldier spoke in an icy voice, which sent a chill down Eames' spine. I'll cut your throat.
Cutting your throat...
At his words, Eames understood the horror of the situation.
She and Olson were lost.
And Goren would never be what happened to them.
- Follow me wisely. Nothing will happen to you.
Reluctantly, Eames resigned herself and let the French soldier take her away, taking one last look at the camp, hoping to see Goren's face, who would see her, and run...
But to his great despair...
It was not the case.
Captain Gonzague got off his horse, and went straight to his tent where the little blond soldier had been taken by force, where he had been tied up and bound at the wrists.
He entered the tent, and as he entered, the little blond man turned around, raised his chin proudly, challenging him, his big hazel eyes glaring at him.
- When your captain surrenders. You will be released.
Sorry.
His captain surrendered.
Eames had trouble hearing.
He hoped that Goren would come and give him back.
No, but he was not well.
In addition...
This French captain could not hope that she would let such a thing happen.
There was no way he and his men would catch Goren.
She would not allow it.
- He would never surrender. A small smirk appeared on Gonzaga's lips. And I won't let you.
Don't let him.
While he was tied up.
This young boy was not in his right mind.
- I'm sure that for you... He will sacrifice himself willingly.
Pardon.
What the hell was that supposed to mean.
Emaes saw the French captain approach her with a determined step, and put his hand on her chin, forcing her to raise her face towards him, and look at him.
- I know that between you and your captain... He squeezed her chin with all his might, making her wince in pain, tears welling up in her eyes. How can he do that with another man.
What.
Another man.
No but he was not well.
What did he think...
That Goren was homosexual.
No, but he was not well.
And if he had been.
What did he care about that.
Goren did what he wanted.
And he didn't have to answer to anyone.
- You like it on all fours, boy... Eames felt a violent anger rise up inside her. And to be taken by the buttocks.
This was too much.
Eames could not contain her fury.
- What... Me... To be sodomized... And by Goren... She screamed, her face red, under the smile and impassive face of the captain. Who do you think I am?
- Between two men there are not thirty six possibilities.
Between two men.
- One man... Me.
At his words, the smile of the captain snide changed into a triumphant smile.
My God...
Eames realized too late that she had just said out loud that she was a woman.
- I should have known better. You don't look like a man at all. And I can see why you spend the night with your captain.
What.
Spending the night with Goren.
No, but he was not well.
True, she slept in the same tent.
But nothing had ever happened between them.
Between Goren and her it was mostly friendship.
- I never...
Not letting her finish her sentence, he turned away, waving his hand to her, and headed for the exit.
So this little blond was none other than a woman.
And looking at it more closely...
Who was very pretty.
So why not take advantage of it.
He could ask what she gave to the other English captain.
If he promised to let her live.
But what a good idea.
And when he had used her enough...
He would send word to the English captain to surrender and retrieve the remains.
His victory over him would be total.
Just at this idea, an evil laugh came out of his mouth, making the two guards who were posted in front of the tent turn around.