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CONTENTS
Chapter One: Meeting the Merchant Vivana
Chapter Two: The River Crossing
Chapter Three: An Overnight Stop
Chapter Four: Kasra’s Awakening
Chapter Five: Meeting an Old Companion
Chapter Six: Kasra Finds His Voice
Chapter Seven: Waylaid on the Road
Chapter Eight: The Prisoner in the Cage
Chapter Nine: An Unexpected Meeting
Chapter Eleven: Forebodings for the Future
Chapter Twelve: A Duty Finally Done
Chapter Thirteen: Duty Goes Beyond Persepolis
Chapter Fourteen: A New Journey Begins
Epilogue: Another Journey Begins
Chapter One: Meeting the Merchant Vivana
As soon as I saw him I was distracted from the business I had been doing—discussing the final disposition of some valuable goods we carried—and that never happened. But with him it did. As soon as I saw him he took my breath away. All thoughts of anything else left my head.
He had approached my camel master, Malenos, and within minutes he was hired; before I even reached them, the barbarian was hired.
I trembled when the barbarian looked at me as I approached them, and I knew there would only be grief for me if I delayed the moment of truth. Yes, the great barbarian who had arrived out of nowhere had me burning with desire for him, a desire such as I had not felt for years. And if he was to travel with us, I knew he must satisfy it. Otherwise . . . he would have to go. “Send him to my tent,” I said to Malenos as I passed them.
“Barbarian,” I said, trembling and having trouble forming the words as he stood before me in my tent. “Welcome. Sit.” I felt a bit more in control with him sitting down before me but had no idea what sort of man he was, or how to proceed, given he was fully armed.
And armed in every way. Armed with great beauty and size, with muscular strength, and a sword and bow that were not only of the finest workmanship but also meant for work.
“Greetings, Vivana of the Medes, I am Konan,” he replied, leaving me quite confused, as he was obviously no illiterate savage from the wilds of the north, and the name Konan brought up in my mind thoughts of that legendary giant, famous among men.
“Greetings, Konan. I am not a young man anymore,” I began, “but . . . there is a place for you in my bed . . . or I shall not need you and will pay you a portion and send you on your way.” I had been blunt. We departed shortly, and I needed him gone or to know where his place was before we left.
The barbarian smiled at me. Not only did his golden hair hang in glossy waves to his ears, not only was his skin the color of honey, but also his smile was open and engaging, showing healthy white teeth and narrowing his eyes and making them glitter with interest. And he laughed, a low rolling sound that had my blood rush to my groin yet again, a thing I would have thought impossible, because my manhood already throbbed and ached at the very nearness of him. No man before him had ever had this effect on me.