The Girl with No Name
Copyright 2013 by Edward -EC-
EC's Erotic Fiction - /~caligula97030/

(warnings: public nudity, sex between adults, corporal punishment, maledom, 
humiliation, war violence, occult, language)

Chapter Five – "The Bloody One"

There was an interruption of Danka's studies from the end of September until the 
end of October. The Church staff, like everyone else in the country, had to put 
forth all of their energy into harvesting and preserving food for the winter. The 
men hauled bushels of firewood and charcoal, along with fruit, vegetables, and 
vinegar to the women's residence throughout the month. The women toiled to 
convert fruit into preserves and pickle as many vegetables as possible. Danka was 
familiar with the fall harvest routine, but it was nice to have a large well-supplied 
kitchen as a workspace and decent food and seasonings as ingredients.

In the middle of October, Danka received a nickname from the Temple's top 
Clergywoman. 

Among the students and penitents, she was the only one that had no qualms about 
slaughtering animals. Danka's lack of sympathy towards livestock served her well 
in a household of squeamish companions: every time someone showed up with an 
animal the others were very happy to turn over the task of killing it to the 
newcomer. Chickens, rabbits, sheep, pigs...it didn't matter. The young peasant 
was quick with the knife or the cleaver and the animal was dead before it had a 
chance to realize what was happening. 

Danka received her nickname on an occasion when the Senior Priestess visited the 
residence, immediately after she had killed and gutted three pigs. The penitent 
was a savage sight at the moment, standing with a large knife and her body and 
face completely covered with blood. She immediately knelt, but the Priestess was 
so amused that she ordered her to stand up and return to work.

From that moment, Danka was known as "the bloody one" instead of "the new 
visitor". Receiving an identity from the Senior Priestess was an important 
accomplishment, because it demonstrated that the Clergy members had fully 
accepted the new penitent as a member of their community. She was not "new" 
anymore. The danger of anyone questioning her Public Penance had long passed.

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The coming winter became more of a hardship for the penitents as November 
passed and the weather became increasingly colder. The seminary students put on 
their dresses, but the penitents did not have that option. No matter how cold it was 
outside, they were prohibited from wearing any clothing. In theory the restriction 
included shoes, but in reality none of the Clergy were so cold-hearted that they 
would force penitents to walk around in the snow with no protection for their feet. 
Danka still had her boots and for the first time in four months was allowed to put 
them on.

Danka's world shrunk considerably after the first snowstorm. She and the other 
penitents spent as much time as possible in the kitchen, the only warm spot in 
their residence. The only other place to go was the study room, which had a 
fireplace. So...when she was not working, Danka read the books that the seminary 
student had assigned.

"The bloody one's" lessons resumed after the fall food-preserving rush had ended. 
The seminary student was as determined to teach as the penitent was to learn. She 
had mastered basic reading, so now it was time to move on to calligraphy, 
arithmetic, and the use of the abacus. During December, the penitent's mornings 
were split between the three topics. She enjoyed arithmetic and learning the 
abacus, but hated calligraphy. Her clumsy hands rebelled against the art of fine 
writing, so the penitent decided to ignore writing and concentrate on math. By the 
end of the year Danka had mastered adding and subtracting.

The seminary student was not pleased. She was determined to force the penitent 
to learn how to write cursive, because Danubians did not consider a person was 
truly literate without having that skill. She came up with a plan to force Danka, on 
her own, to want to switch over from writing block-letters to formal script. The 
winter solstice and new year were approaching, along with Christmas. (The Old 
Believers were not enthusiastic about celebrating Christmas, but there also were 
True Believers living in Starívktaki Móskt, so the Temple included Christmas in 
the December celebrations to keep everyone happy.) The multiple celebrations 
meant that lots of hymns and announcements had to be written on parchment and 
passed around. The seminary student volunteered to write out a portion of the 
announcements and tasked "the bloody one" to assist. Danka was directed to write 
page after page of lyrics. For several days she struggled to keep up writing in her 
usual block letters. Certainly her ability and comfort writing block letters 
increased with all that practice, but she was unable to keep pace with anyone else. 
She regretted not having learned calligraphy as she watched the seminary student 
and her companions write out page after page with relative ease. As Danka 
labored in frustration, the trainee glanced at her with an expression that clearly 
stated: "Now you can see why knowing how to write is important. This time, I'm 
not going to offer to teach you. When you are ready, you will have to ask."

Finally Danka did break down and asked to restart the calligraphy instruction. 
While the change of attitude was too late to help her during the preparation for the 
December festivities, she was determined that the following year she would not 
have to go through the embarrassment again. 

She paused. The following year...was she planning to still be with the Temple that 
far into the future? So...what would the following year bring for "the bloody 
one"...the girl with the knife...the outcast...the former peasant...? Where would her 
Path in Life take her?

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The new year came and went. The final round of religious festivities was followed 
by several feasts that offered "the bloody one" the chance to try several foods she 
had never tasted before, including imported nuts, dates and figs. There was 
endless singing, poetry readings, and listening to music. For the first time in her 
life, Danka actually had fun during the end-of-the-year holidays.

Considering her alternatives, she began the new year under seemingly ideal 
circumstances: she was well-fed, living in a safe place, and rapidly making up for 
her deficient upbringing. The final task of learning how to write cursive was 
daunting and hugely frustrating, but she forced herself to push forward, knowing 
that her mentor had gone through great effort to obtain parchment and ink for her 
practices. The winter passed with her sequestered in the reading room, painfully 
writing over paper that already was covered many times over with letters from 
previous practices, or working on the new mathematical topics of multiplication 
and division.

When she was not practicing, Danka was reading. She now had the ability to read 
directly from the holy books of the Danubian Church. She memorized some 
Psalms from the Christian Old Testament, as well as key passages from the Book 
of the Ancients and the Book of the True Path. She could read the text from 
hymns, which helped her during the Temple's singing practices. In March, 
Danka's mentor handed her a book that described all of the important places in the 
Duchy, including areas in Lower Danubia that had been lost to the Ottoman 
Empire. Danka didn't have a clue what the Ottoman Empire was, so the apprentice 
handed her another book about Danubia's history. Now, this truly was amazing, 
being able to learn about different times and different places without actually 
going there.

The descriptions of cities like Danúbikt Móskt, Sumy Ris, and Rika Chorna made 
"the bloody one" anxious to see them. They sounded like fascinating places, with 
all those people and stuff to look at.

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"The bloody one" didn't think about how quickly nine months had gone by until 
her mentor started talking about the upcoming celebration of the March equinox. 
She tasked the penitent with producing copies of the Senior Priest's sermon, along 
with hymns and various announcements related to the day's events. Danka was 
reluctant to assume such an important task with her writing skills still not 
completely developed, but the student responded: "You will serve the Creator as I 
have instructed, I will be satisfied with your work, and that's the end of it. Why 
learn if you're not planning to use your skills to serve the Creator?"

So, for several days, Danka slowly and laboriously copied the text as instructed. 
She didn't produce her copies at a fast pace, but that was not a concern for her 
mentor. When she finished, the student looked over the sheets and congratulated 
Danka.

"You are now literate. You can read and write. Your Path in Life will demand that 
you work on your skills and improve, but my part is finished." Then she added: 
"We will go before the Senior Priest. I want to show him that you have completed 
this portion of your Path in Life."

A few minutes later, Danka nervously knelt beside her mentor in front of several 
Clergy members. When the two women knelt upright, the student handed her 
ward's papers to the Senior Priest. After examining them, he addressed "the 
bloody one".

"You declare before the Creator these papers are the product of your efforts?"

"Yes, Senior Priest. It is my handwriting."

The Priest handed the penitent a copy of the Book of the True Path and instructed 
her to read several paragraphs he chose at random. Danka complied and read 
aloud. He directed his attention to his student.

"You have done well, Apprentice. Your student is indeed literate and you have 
pleased the Creator and the Church with this tasking. You may consider it 
completed."

"Thank you, Senior Priest."

"The bloody one" now understood the trainee's motive for teaching her was not 
completely altruistic. As part of the requirements for taking vows, all Danubian 
Clergy apprentices were required to teach at least one completely illiterate person 
how to read and write. 

When they left the Temple, the apprentice noted Danka's disillusioned expression. 
She understood why the penitent would be upset, upon realizing it was not out of 
friendship that she had spent so much time teaching her. The apprentice also knew 
how, as a future Priestess, she needed to respond.

"Penitent, you will understand that whatever emotion you felt for me was 
displaced. I am not the one who gave you the opportunity to read. That 
opportunity came from the Creator. I was merely the Creator's instrument to fulfill 
the Divine Purpose in your Path in Life. If you wish to express gratitude, you 
should go into the Temple and give thanks to the Creator."

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The equinox celebrations included the annual Blessing of the Crop Seed, in which 
all of the nearby farmers brought in a portion of the seed they wanted to plant for 
an official blessing from the Senior Priest. The event also was an opportunity for 
the Church to pass out experimental seeds, both for plants which had been cross-
bred and for imported plants that were entirely new. The Church maintained 
several experimental farms around the Duchy where penitents and apprentices 
worked with plant-breeders to find better crops and farming techniques for the 
country's farmers. 

The experiments incorporated an important part of the Old Believers' theology. 
The Creator had prepared the Earth for humans long before giving life to the 
Ancients, who were the ancestors of humanity. The Ancients were all-knowing, 
but their descendents rebelled against them and the Destroyer forced the younger 
generation to forget everything they had learned from their parents. The Creator 
recalled all of the Ancients to the Realm of the Afterlife. The Creator then 
commanded it would be up to the humans left on the planet to recover that lost 
knowledge, to learn how the Earth worked and how best to live in it. As a result, 
the Danubian Church was much more open to scientific discovery than its 
counterparts in the rest of Europe. To the Danubian Church, every new 
understanding of how a scientific process worked brought humanity closer to the 
Knowledge of the Ancients and ultimate redemption. Crop experimentations that 
resulted in better food were especially important for recovering what was lost in 
"humanity's great rebellion".

The return of warm weather also meant the return of the male penitents, most of 
whom had wintered with their families. Leading them was a very handsome, and 
very pompous young man dressed in new clothing and riding a horse. Danka 
noted the apprentice's disapproving look when the young man knelt in front of the 
Senior Priest. More shocking was a very faint hiss, so quiet that only Danka could 
hear it. It was very obvious the trainee did not like him.

The apprentice later explained the young man was the son of the Senior Priest and 
that his name was Bagatúrckt. "He's traveled all over...Vienna, Warsaw, Florence, 
Berlin... and in one of those foreign cities the Destroyer broke his soul. That man 
is lustful, proud, and greedy. He's everything we are not supposed to be. The 
Senior Priest is a fine man, but the Destroyer blinds him every time he is around 
Bagatúrckt."

"Bagatúrckt didn't study for the Priesthood?"

"He can't. The children of Clergy members cannot become Clergy themselves. 
That protects us from the vices of the nobility and keeps the Church open for 
everyone, not just a few favored families. When you behold a dishonored tool of 
Destroyer like Bagatúrckt, you can understand that policy is wise, very wise 
indeed. Bagatúrckt would bring the Destroyer into the heart of the Temple if he 
could take vows."

"You...you really hate him, Apprentice?"

"I do. We are not supposed to hate, but I hope the Creator understands that my 
hatred of Bagatúrckt is quite justified."

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As the weather became warmer, the apprentices put away their dresses and 
resumed their summer-time lives of constant nudity. The exception was Danka's 
mentor. Her dress was in sorrowful condition, but she kept wearing it. The same 
was true for her fiancé: his robe was threadbare and torn, but he did not seem 
worried about preserving it for another winter.

The reason became obvious when the apprentice cheerfully announced that she 
and her fiancé were getting married on the last day of April. The very next day 
Danka's mentor and her husband would be ordained as Clergy members. (May 1st 
was the traditional day that the Danubian Church ordained Priests and Priestesses, 
while June 21st was the traditional day new apprentices entered seminary studies.) 

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The wedding was simple and humble, as demanded by Danubian Church protocol. 
The only people present were the Senior Priest and his wife. The couple was 
married in their apprentice outfits: there was no special dress for the apprentice. 
The only other person present was Danka, who the apprentice had selected to hold 
a bouquet of flowers and her wedding jewelry. The couple exchanged vows on 
their knees. They stood up and Danka handed the traditional Danubian marriage 
jewelry to the groom: a silver ring, a silver necklace, and a silver hairpiece. The 
new husband took the items one-by-one and placed them on his wife and clergy 
partner. The entire affair was over in less than half an hour. The couple 
disappeared for the rest of the day to consummate their marriage.

The induction into the Priesthood on the following day was much more elaborate. 
The families of both the new Priest and the new Priestess were present, along with 
the Temple's entire staff and several town officials. Danka and the other Temple 
women sang while the new Clergy members knelt naked for the last time in their 
lives. They handed over their tattered apprentice robes for the ritual burning. Once 
the old clothing was reduced to ashes, they received a final the blessing of the 
Senior Priest. Then, the Temple's other Priests and Priestesses brought out new 
clothing, a long black robe with golden embroidery for the new Priest, and a black 
dress with red trim for the new Priestess. The clothing totally changed their 
appearance and how the rest of the world would see them.

There were several other gifts for the new Clergy members, including new copies 
of the Church's holy books, staffs, and ritual cleansing bowls. The couple would 
take the items to their new home, but they would remain property of the Church. 
Danubian Priests and Priestesses did not own anything. They were committed to a 
life free of material possessions and lived off the generosity of their parishioners.

Immediately after ordainment the new Priest and Priestess would travel to a 
provincial village and take over a church from a Priest and Priestess who were old 
and whose health was failing. A squad of city guards showed up with two spare 
horses and a pack mule to escort the couple to their new home. "The bloody one" 
was the last person in the Temple to say goodbye to the new Priestess. According 
to protocol, she now had to kneel, just like she would with any other member of 
the Clergy. When the Priestess told her to stand up, Danka couldn't think of what 
to say. Finally the Priestess spoke:

"Penitent, the Creator cares much more about you than you realize. And...I too, 
am blessed for having known you. Your friendship was a gift that will stay with 
me."

The young Priestess did something not common among the Clergy, she kissed the 
penitent's hands. She then joined her husband and the guards as they mounted 
their horses and disappeared from the penitent's life.

Danka knew that she should have been happy for her mentor, but she was not. 
The apprentice had been her only friend in the Temple. The others had accepted 
her, but treated her with indifference. She knew that, with the apprentice out of 
her life, she'd have to assume the silent and isolated lifestyle of the other female 
penitents. She didn't want to live like that.

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Many of the Temple staff noted special goodbye given by the new Priestess to 
"the bloody one" and the penitent's teary expression as the entourage left the 
Temple. Among them was Bagatúrckt, the Senior Priest's flamboyant son. He 
noted how pretty the young penitent was, how she stood out among the drab 
women of the Temple. She was the perfect image of naked innocence, a young 
woman who clearly had no experience with men. He wondered if she was a virgin. 
She certainly looked like one.

Bagatúrckt's weakness was women. They fascinated him and he wanted to 
experience being with as many as possible. He wanted them, desired them, and 
momentarily loved each one he had been with. There had been countless 
Danubians, along with Poles, Prussians, Florentines, Austrians, Magyars...all of 
them lovely...each worthy of a poem or a song. He collected experiences with 
women in the same way other men collect books or antiquities. And from each 
woman he learned something, details about the feminine sex that assisted him 
with his next conquest. Yes, there had been so many, all of them beautiful, each in 
her own way. And now, looking at the naked little penitent kneeling at his father's 
Temple, Bagatúrckt knew who was destined to be the next object of his desires.

Before moving on an intended lover, Bagatúrckt observed her and people 
surrounding her to gather as much information as he could. His initial 
observations already had provided a lot of information on "the bloody one". Her 
nickname and how she got it indicated that she came from a lower-class 
background, because the daughters of nobility and guild members almost never 
killed farm animals. The girl's behavior during the departure of the new Priestess 
was that of a person who had lost her only friend. (Too bad it had to be with that 
particular apprentice, because that might complicate things. However, Bagatúrckt 
knew the "the bloody one's" mentor did not like to talk about herself, so it was 
unlikely she had divulged much information about their time together.) It seemed 
the penitent did not talk much with anyone else in the Temple and was totally 
intimidated by the ordained Clergy members.

As he led the male penitents to Temple gardens and conversed with them, 
Bagatúrckt picked up more information about "the bloody one". The new penitent 
had shown up the previous summer after walking into town from the west, 
carrying a bucket with a few apples. Whoever collared her had not given her any 
instruction about Church protocol. She was so ignorant that initially the Clergy 
were suspicious, but immediately after she arrived, the apprentice took 
responsibility for the newcomer and prevented anyone else from the Temple from 
interacting with her. Whenever the apprentice went anywhere, she took "the 
bloody one" with her. It seemed she enjoyed going out and getting away from the 
Temple. She spent the winter learning how to read, write, do arithmetic, and sing. 
Prior to showing up at the Temple she was completely illiterate.

Bagatúrckt volunteered to escort the female penitents on their outings to the 
Temple gardens. The men did the heavy work, but the women were tasked with 
maintaining the flowerbeds and collecting the flowers that decorated the Temple 
during the summer. He observed "the bloody one" as she moved among the plants. 
She seemed sullen and lost in thought. Obviously she needed some cheering up.

He started slowly, asking "the bloody one" about her work in the garden and what 
she thought of it. Unwittingly Danka gave him a lot of information by responding 
that Temple work was very light compared with what she had been used to before 
leaving home. 

"Your home is to the west of here?"

"Yes, Master."

"So...how do you find your life here? Not in the Temple, but in Starívktaki Móskt? 
Does the city please you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Starívktaki Móskt is a nice city, but I find it small and a bit restrictive. I've seen 
other places...had dinner at the Duke's castle, and visited the lands beyond...to the 
west."

Bagatúrckt noted the curious look in the penitent's eyes.

"I understand that you find strange places interesting as well, is that not so?"

"Yes, Master...but I've just read about them. I...I haven't traveled much."

"That's a pity, because a young person ought to travel. There are so many things 
to see. It's sad to see a beautiful young woman like you pass her life away picking 
flowers in a garden."

Danka blushed at the thought of being called beautiful by someone as handsome 
and sophisticated as the son of the Senior Priest.

"You are beautiful, you know. I hope people have told you that, because it is 
true."

The penitent blushed again, because no...no one had told her she was beautiful. 
Whether or not it was true, people just didn't say things like that at the Temple.

"You...you really think so, Master?"

"I truly do. And please...I am not your master. It would greatly please me if you 
use my proper name, Bagatúrckt."

"Yes... Bagatúrckt."

"You are a rose in a field of dandelions and daisies. You are a swan among the 
ducks. You are a cathedral among the cottages. Yes, that is the nature of your 
beauty."

Danka was dumbstruck. Never before had she heard anyone talk like that, and 
certainly not to her. Bagatúrckt took note of the girl's expression and continued:

"You are a gift the Creator has bestowed upon the world, and woe will come to 
those who fail to appreciate the Creator's blessing."

The penitent totally forgot about her mentor's hostile reaction when she first saw 
Bagatúrckt. In her eyes the man was the nicest one she had ever met. He certainly 
knew how to make an ordinary girl feel special. Who else in Danka's life had ever 
bothered to do that for her? Before leaving, he kissed her hand and departed with 
a promise:

"I will write a poem for you tonight and bring you a present tomorrow."

Bagatúrckt would indeed write a poem from the penitent, although it was more 
accurate to say he would plagiarize one for her. The young man had studied 
poetry in his spare time and had a supply of poems stored in his memory that he 
could use on his conquest of the moment. It didn't take much to write out 
someone else's poem on a sheet of parchment with a couple of name replacements 
and hand it to some unsuspecting woman or girl. That night he grabbed 30 sheets 
of parchment from his father's study and wrote out 30 different poems that clearly 
referenced the penitent. He had not bothered to ask her name, nor did he need to 
know it for his intentions. Not knowing her name made the poems sound more 
mysterious anyway.

During his time at his father's temple, Bagatúrckt became "the bloody one's" 
world. True to his words, he had a poem for her each time he saw her. And there 
were presents as well: dates, salted almonds, Turkish delight. Increasingly he 
touched her, starting with her hands, then moving to her arms, shoulders, and 
back. Danka was so enamored with him that she never thought of resisting or 
trying to slow him down.

Bagatúrckt had a specific plan for the penitent. Because she was a virgin, he 
wanted to take her somewhere he could truly enjoy the experience of deflowering 
her. He did not want a quick tryst on a hillside or hidden in the woods: he wanted 
to save the penitent for a truly special round of sex. He would open her, as a 
present to himself. He would be the first man to enjoy her body and was 
determined that he would enjoy everything she had to offer. He would indulge his 
desires and take away every bit of her innocence. Then, he'd dispose of her, either 
by returning her to the Temple or finding some other relatively safe place to leave 
her. It wouldn't be the first time he had done that. 

Bagatúrckt did not see anything wrong with what he was doing. In his mind he 
showed every woman he had been with what it was to have true sexual pleasure. 
When he tired of them, always made sure they were left in a safe place. He knew 
the apprentice totally hated him, but couldn't understand why. They had a good 
time while it lasted and he made sure that she was safely brought back to the 
Temple before moving on.

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Bagatúrckt considered himself a man of the Enlightenment, but in reality he was a 
dilettante. He dabbled in pseudo-scientific projects and belonged to various 
groups of like-minded men around central Europe, which was an important reason 
he was traveling so much. During the summer of 1751 he wanted to travel into the 
mountains at the northern edge of the Duchy to explore and search for some 
special alchemy ingredients. Specifically he wanted to find and bring back 
samples of a rare mushroom that only grew along a single streambed in northern 
Danubia. The plant was known as the "the joy of the Ancients" and it was a 
unique species of hallucinogenic psilocybin mushroom. By the mid eighteenth 
century it already was rare, and botanists believe it later went extinct around 1820. 
Bagatúrckt's friends in Vienna doubted the existence of "the joy of the Ancients", 
so he wagered a purse of gold that he could find, preserve, and deliver samples of 
the unique hallucinogen.

Bagatúrckt wanted a trustworthy companion who was used to living outside and 
dealing with harsh conditions, so his best option was to find a peasant girl to 
accompany him on the trip. It was obvious that among the women of Starívktaki 
Móskt, there couldn't have been a better candidate than "the bloody one". She was 
pretty (which mattered the most), but she also understood outdoor life and could 
do things like cook over an open fire and handle dead animals. She wasn't close to 
anyone in the Temple and it seemed no one in the Temple would greatly miss her 
if she left. Also, she admired him (which was only natural and appropriate) and 
was willing to do what he told her to do.

After securing two horses, Bagatúrckt's next concern was getting "the bloody one" 
out of the Temple. For that, all he needed was the permission of his father. The 
Senior Priest acquiesced, as he always did whenever his son wanted something. 
Sure...you can take her. Probably will do her some good to move about...she 
seems a bit restless anyway.

Bagatúrckt approached the penitent with the happy news; that she'd have the 
chance to travel with him and see one of the most beautiful areas of the Duchy. 
They would travel to the northern provincial capitol of Sevérckt nad Gorádki and 
then keep going, into the highlands and the very edge of the country. He talked 
about the towering mountains and waterfalls, thick forests and ancient 
trees...about a land of mystery and magic. And she was going to see it.

So, on the first day of June the Senior Priest's son, accompanied by his favorite 
Temple penitent, departed Starívktaki Móskt. They were riding horses with 
special Church markings to ward off the Destroyer and potential attackers. 
Besides, Danka was still wearing her penance collar and remained naked, which 
further discouraged anyone from bothering her and Bagatúrckt. Danka's collar 
was another reason Bagatúrckt found her useful as a traveling companion. 
Because she didn't know if she'd be returning to the Temple, Danka took her 
bucket, along with a copy of the Book of the Ancients and the items Tuko 
Orsktackt had given her.

Traveling by horse, Bagatúrckt and his companion embarked on a two-day 
journey northward. They traveled through numerous villages and traversed 
countless farms and orchards. Bagatúrckt talked endlessly about his travels, 
rightfully assuming his companion was eager to hear more about the outside 
world and the experiences of a bold adventurer. When they stopped, he indulged 
himself kissing her and caressing her body. She was eager to be touched and 
eager to give herself to him. She shivered with pleasure when he fondled her 
breasts and touched her thighs.

They stopped for lunch and she listened to another poem he had dedicated to her. 
She cuddled in his arms and enjoyed the feeling of protection. As he held her, she 
imagined being married to the fine man, serving him and being everything a good 
wife should be. She'd go with him to all of those foreign places and do everything 
to make his life wonderful. She would strive to be the best wife she could be.

Now she knew why she had to endure so much suffering. The Creator was testing 
her and preparing her for best man a woman could possibly have. She no longer 
feared the future. She was happy, and she knew that there would be many more 
years of happiness with her beloved Bagatúrckt.
 

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Note: "The Bloody One" sounds more awkward in English than it does in 
Danubian. The Danubian word for blood is "grobáckt". The name 
"Dekgrobáckta" would literally translate to "the woman covered in blood". "Dek" 
is an affirmative prefix that is widely used in Danubian and converts many nouns 
into adjectives. The "a" at the end of an adjective often converts it to a nickname 
that describes a woman or girl.

- Maritza Ortskt-Dukovna -