kinds of creature； far less easily categorized； things that looked as though the Devil had had a hand in their design。 Lethal quarry； no doubt。 Indeed there were signs that the party had been recently attacked。 One of the horses had a number of deep gashes on its rump； and its rider had dearly suffered in the encounter。 His left arm hung limply； and a large dark bloodstain had spread from a place under his arm across a third of his upper body。 His lips were drawn back from his teeth in pain； his eyelids drooping。
Even if Katya hadn't named the leader； it would have been clear to Todd that he was of a higher social standing than his panions； his horse a more finely bred animal than those the others rode； its mane and tail braided。 As for the man himself； he was almost as beautifully coifed as his mount； his full； dark beard well…shaped； his long hair a good deal cleaner than that of his panions。 But these cosmetic polishes aside； he was in no better shape than his fellow riders。 His eyes were sunk deep into his skull and his body； for all the upright position he held in his saddle； was full of little tics； as though he were unfortable in his own skin。 In his left hand he held the reins of his horse。 His right rested on the golden pommel of his sword； ready to unsheathe the blade in a heartbeat。
Todd had never played in a medieval movie…his face was far too contemporary； and his acting skills too rudimentary for an audience to believe him as anything but a modern man。 But he'd seen his share of epics： the kind Heston had made in the fifties and early sixties： all rhetoric and pose…striking。 The men approaching them looked nothing like the well…fed heroes of those epics。 Their bodies were wizened； their looks so intense they looked more like escaped lunatics than hunters。
Goga raised his right hand （which was missing two fingers） and with a silent gesture slowed the advance of the party。 The men…sensing their leader's apprehension…proceeded to scan the landscape around them； looking for some sign of their enemy； whoever； or whatever； it was。
Todd stayed very still； just as Katya had instructed。 Had these men been gun…slingers； he would have described them as trigger…happy。 Plainly they were nervous and exhausted； not men to meddle with。
But even as he lay there； barely daring to breathe； he felt Katya reach down between his legs and proceed to stroke his balls。 He gave her an astonished look； which she returned with a mischievous little smile。 She stroked him back to full erection； and then subtly maneuvered her body so that he was once again fully sheathed by her。 The sensation felt even more extraordinary than it had a few minutes before。 Without seeming to move her hips she contrived to make waves of motion move up and down her channel； massaging him。
All the while； the horsemen approached； and the closer they came the more desperate they looked。 These were men who apparently lived in a constant state of fear； to judge by their expressions。 One of the Duke's four followers； the oldest and the most scarred； mumbled a prayer to himself as he rode； and in his hand he clutched a plain wooden cross； which more than once he kissed； for fort's sake。
Todd was somewhere between ecstasy and panic。 He didn't dare move； even if he'd wanted to。 Katya； meanwhile was free to play havoc with his nerve…endings。 He didn't move his hips； he didn't need to。 She had all the moves。 Her internal manipulations were being more elaborate all the time； driving him closer and closer to losing control。
Todd had always been a noisy lover； sometimes embarrassingly so。 （A memorable night with a girlfriend in a suite at the Chateau Marmont had been brought to a premature halt when the manager had called up his room to regretfully report that the guests in an adjacent suite couldn't sleep for all his moans。） Now the best he could do was bite his lip until he tasted blood； and will himself not to let a sound escape him。
The horsemen were so close now that he did not dare move his head to look at them。 But he could just see them from the corner of his eye。 The Duke gave an order； in Romanian： 〃Stai！ N…auzi ceva？〃 The men brought their horses to a halt； the Duke no more than four yards from where Todd and Katya lay on the ground。 Had it not been for the fact that the eclipse rendered the light here so deceptive； the pair would surely have been seen； and dispatched： a single blade skewering them both in an instant。 But as far as Todd's limited vision could tell； the men were looking further afield for their quarry； scanning the distant landscape rather than the ground yards from their horses' hooves。
There was another exclamation from the Duke； and this time a response from one of his men。 Todd had the impression that they were listening for something。 He listened along with them。 What could he hear？ Nothing out of the ordinary。 The cry of birds； wheeling overhead； the coarse breathing and snorting of the horses； the slap of the reins against their massive necks。 And closer by； the breathing of the woman beneath him； and…a smaller sound still…the rhythmical click of a beetle as it made its clockwork way over the small stones close to his hand。 In his mind's eye all of this around the tender place where their bodies met： the bird and the horse and the stones and the beetle； orbiting his pleasure。
He saw her smile beneath him； and with the tiniest contraction of her vulva she brought him to the point of no return。 There was a flash of brightness in his head； which momentarily washed everything out。 She came back out of the fog to meet him with her eyes half…closed； her pupils so full beneath them that they seemed to edge out the whites。 Then her lids fluttered closed pletely and he started to spurt into her。 He could not have stopped crying out if his life had depended on it。 No； it did。 And still he let out a sob of relief…
There was a shout。 The Duke was issuing an order。 It made no sense to Todd； but he looked up anyway； as his body continued its spastic motion； emptying itself into her。 The man who'd dismounted was now striding towards them； unleashing his sword。
The Duke spoke again：
〃Cine sunt acesti oameni？〃
He obviously wanted to know who the hell these people were； because by way of reply there were shrugs from the other men。 The last spasm passed through Todd's body； and with it went the idiot sense of his own inviolability。 The bliss was gone。 He was empty； and mortal again。
The man with the sword put his boot into Todd's side。 It was a hard kick； and threw him off Katya。 He rolled over in the dirt； which got a laugh from the youngest of the men； seeing the lovers wetly parted thus。
The Duke was issuing further orders； and in response another of the riders dismounted； his sword drawn。 Todd spat out a mouthful of earth； and made an attempt to push his rapidly wilting erection back into his pants before it became a target。 Katya was still lying on the ground （though she too had managed to cover her nakedness）； the first of the men who'd dismounted was standing over her； his sword dropped so that its point hung no more than two or three inches above her pale； slender neck
The first word out of Todd's mouth was： 〃Please。。。〃
The nobleman was looking at him with a strange expression on his face： part amusement； part suspicion。
〃I don't know if you can understand me；〃 Todd said to him。 〃But we meant no harm。〃
He glanced down at Katya； who was staring up at the blade。
〃He doesn't know what you're saying；〃 she said。 〃Let me try。〃 She spoke now in the language of the lord。 〃Doamne； eu si prietenul meu suntem vizitatori prin locurile astea。 N…am sttut ca este proprietatea domniei tale。〃
Todd looked and listened； wondering what the hell she was saying。 But her explanation； whatever it was； didn't seem to be making any great change in their circumstances。 The sword was still at her throat； while the second horseman was now within two or three yards of Todd； waving his own blade around in a highly menacing fashion。
Todd glanced up at the Duke again。 The trace of amusement Todd had thought he'd seen there had gone。 There was only suspicion now。 It crossed Todd's mind that perhaps