Published at 2nd of September 2019 3:43 pm

Volume 1, Chapter 3 Part 2

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After everything was put in order, Wiltshire propped Walker up, letting him lean against his shoulder. In this manner, the two people walked together, heading for the edge of the woods.

“If you think that I will forgive you just because you’re doing this…” Walker was apparently greatly puzzled and confused by his gentle actions and made this ungracious comment with a gruff voice.

“Hush! Don’t Speak. That is, if you don’t wish for me to use this thing of mine to gag your mouth!” Wiltshire grabbed Walker's hand and pressed it against his own groin.

When he touched that organ - still fiery hot and hard --- Walker immediately wrenched his hand away, as if he had been scalded. Gazing at Wiltshire with the same look in his eyes as he would use to look upon a monster, he said: “Are you a horse or something? Obviously… obviously, you’ve already…”

Obviously, he had already climaxed countless times in his body, but incredibly, this man was still sporting an erection. Even though he was also a man, Walker could not understand how he could have such an insatiable sexual appetite.

“That’s why I told you not to speak! Now, bring me to your home!”

Walker began to shout loudly: “Are you mad! Why do you want to go to my home? My Lord Marquess, you should amass some good karma [1]! My younger brothers are not even fifteen-years-old yet!”

“Who said that I’m going there to have a look at your brothers!” Wiltshire was seriously affronted by him, “Dear Mr. Robinson, if you think that you can reach home safely without the need for any assistance, then you can crawl back by yourself from this point on!”

Knowing that in his current state, he would indeed find it impossible to walk home without assistance, Walker could only choose to suffer in silence.

The two of them slowly made their way out from the woods; it was already noon by that point and the field was now deserted. “They have probably gone back to the house to have their meals [2].” Walker's face was expressionless as he pointed out a small thatched cottage not far from the field, indicating that Wiltshire should help him over. Never before in his life had the Marquess ever attended to someone like this, but because this mess was of his own making, Wiltshire was obliged to do as he was instructed.

Upon entering that simple and crude shack, Wiltshire recognized at a glance that the three people who were crowded around the table having their meal were the old man and the two young boys he had seen previously. As for the wan-faced woman who was lying on the bed, she should be none other than Walker's mother.

When they saw Walker and Wiltshire come into the house, the three people put down the bowls [3] they were holding in their hands. “Walker, you were gone for so long, where did you go?” The elder of the two boys inquired while he curiously took the measure of Wiltshire at the same time --- although his hair was tousled and his clothes were in disarray, one could still clearly see that he was a member of the elite.

“Sorry to impose on you! I am the Marquess of Wiltshire, the owner of these lands.” Wiltshire told the old man, speaking in a refined and courteous manner.

The old man was evidently shocked by Wiltshire's declaration of his identity, and immediately rose up from his chair.

“Good heavens, it’s the Lord Marquess! Please have a seat!” He seemed to be totally bewildered and at a loss as he busied himself carrying a stool over for the Marquess to sit down. His panicked demeanour clearly communicated that he had never before had the opportunity to be in the presence of such a highly important aristocrat [4], especially at such close proximity.

When he noticed how his eldest son, Walker, was leaning against the body of the Marquess, the elderly man got a fright and hastened to reprimand him: “Walker, quickly ask the Lord Marquess to have a seat! Go to the backyard, slaughter that hen and cook it so that we can show the Marquess some hospitality...”

“My Lord Marquess had probably not had his midday meal yet, how about having some food at my humble abode?” He turned to address Wiltshire fawningly, using a tone of voice that was distinctly different from the one he had used to speak to Walker.

“Ah, that’s not necessary! I have already had my meal [5].” Seeing that Walker was making an effort to prop himself up, as if he intended to leave his side, Wiltshire grabbed hold of him: “Actually, we had just encountered bandits while we were in the woods and to save me, Walker took a fall from the horse and was unable to walk for a time. Therefore, I escorted him back.” Not even giving a blink, Wiltshire blithely told this lie and without much thought, he came up with an excuse to explain away Walker's debility.

“Is that so?” It had obviously been a blatant lie, but the old man seemed to believe it unreservedly: “My Lord Marquess is really kind-hearted. The previous matter concerning Winifred was only resolved thanks to your great benevolence, our whole family is deeply grateful to you!”

He already knew that it would have been impossible for Walker to reveal that he had surrendered his own virginity on behalf of his sister but when he imagined Walker attributing Winifred's safe return to his own kindness when asked, Wiltshire could not help but to find the scenario deeply funny.

When he saw that by his side, Walker's face had turned ashen, Wiltshire hurriedly restrained his laughter. Looking to change the subject, he looked at the woman who had been lying unconscious on the bed all this while, and said: “Is this Mrs. Robinson? Is she feeling unwell?”

The old man heaved a sigh and his face took on a look of grief: “Yes. Emily is seriously ill, but we don't have enough money to pay for her treatment. It would seem that any further delays...” His expression looked very pained, and the two boys behind him also bowed their heads.

　　

Wiltshire surveyed the four walls of this bare-bones house. He knew that there were many impoverished people who died of remediable diseases simply because they did not have enough money to pay for medical attention --- from the looks of the woman, it seemed that she did not have the luxury of delaying treatment any longer if she hoped to survive. He sneaked a glance at Walker and saw that the corners of his eyes had turned slightly red; at the sight, his heart couldn't help but be moved.

He cleared his throat, doing his utmost to use a sincere tone of voice as he said [6]: “Mr. Robinson, ever since I had the good fortune of meeting your son previously, I have felt that he is very industrious and honest. In fact, the reason I have come today is because I want to recommend Walker for a job at a shipping company [7] in London that is owned by a friend of mine. Although the work will be hard, the salary is very high and there will be opportunities for advancement. Walker has just agreed to this, but what are your opinions?”

Seeing that the old man's face had taken on a look of disbelieving ecstasy, as if he did not dare to believe in this good fortune, Wiltshire decided to strike while the iron was hot. Reaching into his purse, he extracted a few gold coins [8] and placed them on the table. “This is an advance payment for six month's work, please accept it first and use it to treat your wife's illness!”

The old man had never before seen such a great fortune laid out before his eyes, and now, he seemed to be so agitated when he saw the display that he was on the verge of bursting into tears. A tremor came over his body, as if he were going to fall to his knees. He said: “My Lord Marquess, I have never imagined that there would be such a kind-hearted person among the nobility! I… I really do not know how to express my gratitude towards you!”

Catching hold of the old man just as he made to kneel, Wiltshire smiled and said: “Walker has just done me a good turn, it is only right that I should do this. Ah, it just so happens that I will be leaving for London tomorrow, he can travel with me. Could I please trouble you to help him pack?”

So saying, Wiltshire turned to face Walker and saw with satisfaction that the man was wearing an infuriated yet conflicted expression on his face --- evidently he knew that he was not in a position to refuse the offer. Deliberately, he used a sweet and cheerful tone of voice to exhort: “Walker, come to the manor door tomorrow and wait for me, we shall set off together. Oh yes! You must not forget to bring that kilt along with you, there will be many occasions in London that will require you to wear it!”

When Wiltshire saw that Walker had balled up his fists tightly --- as if he wanted to commit murder --- and looked as though he was about to breathe fire as he glared at himself, he actually felt extremely buoyant. He turned towards the old man, using a dignified tone, one that befitted his elevated status as a member of the nobility, he said: “Mr. Robinson, we have an agreement then. I shall take my leave of you.”

“I will be forever grateful to you, my Lord Marquess, I really do not know how I can begin to repay your kindness…” The old man's eyes were moist and his voice was trembling. It was obvious that in his eyes, Wiltshire had already become a great benefactor to his whole family.

The entire Robinson family initially wanted to escort him all the way back to his manor as a way to honour him; they only gave up on that idea after Wiltshire's repeated protestations. Even after he had ridden off into the distance, he could still see that the old man had not stopped waving at him but beside the old man, Walker only stood by stiffly, as he had done all along. The expression on his face was even more morose than the one he wore after the first time he had been raped by Wiltshire.

Wiltshire spent the whole night alone in his bed, secretly nursing his excitement and anticipation. He was looking forward to the arrival of morning, wishing that it would come sooner.

“Brad, go and have the carriage that was previously used by Her Ladyship, my mother, harnessed to the horses. This time, I want to use that one.” He had travelled to London many times before, but never had prospect of the journey ever made him feel so excited. He was just like a child who had just been given a beloved toy for the very first time; his mind was filled with evil plans about how he was going to toy with that man.

“But, my Lord…” Brad was clearly greatly shocked by his sudden whim. “Although that carriage has a very fine exterior, the seating compartment is too narrow, with your Lordship's physique, it would seem that...”

Wiltshire furrowed his brows and said: “Just do what I tell you, don't be so long-winded!” With a look of helplessness on his face, the servant bowed and had no choice but to do as he had been instructed.

When the small carriage that had been designated for the use of the womenfolk in the family had been made ready, a servant had also come to report that the Robinson family had arrived.

When he saw that Walker was dressed in heavy clothes suitable for travelling, Wiltshire could not keep the look of disappointment from his face. Last night, his mind had been filled with fiery images of Walker, being crowded against him as they shared the small carriage, while wearing only his kilt. Although he knew that this was just a silly fantasy, it still caused him to be tormented by lust as he lay in bed, so that he tossed and turned until he finally fell asleep late into the night.

Walker was visibly taken aback when he saw the small but exquisitely crafted carriage. And then, when he realised that two drivers had already occupied all the spaces outside of the carriage that could be used for seating, the expression on his face grew even more panicked.

“I am really sorry. Because there is a problem with the left axle on my preferred carriage, the two of us will have to squeeze into this one.” He put on an airy expression as he explained matters to Walker; an expression that let him know with a single glance that Wiltshire was telling a barefaced lie. Wiltshire got his wish, Walker's facial expression changed to one of fury, but it was fury that he was unable to give vent to verbally.

“Walker, you can board the carriage first.” He motioned for Walker to enter the carriage before him, and handed his luggage to the coachman to be secured to the top of the carriage before he subsequently squeezed himself into the narrow confines of the carriage.

Although there were two rows of seats built into the opposing ends of the horse-drawn carriage, there was still a serious dearth of space when it had to accommodate two well-built men, who were both around six-feet-tall. Putting on a manner that suggested that he was finding it all to be uncomfortably cramped, he shifted and moved his right leg to the space between Walker's legs.

“This is much better.” His snow-white teeth were revealed as he grinned at the Scotsman, and casually shrugged off the fashionable overcoat he was wearing. “It’s a little hot, isn’t it?” Wiltshire had very long legs, in addition he was deliberately stretching them out, so that his knee was almost brushing against Walker's groin --- almost in a blind panic, the Scotsman tried to shift his body into a position where he could avoid that harassment, but he found that the space was so narrow that he simply could not budge.

“Walker, you have to work hard once you are in London, you must not fail to live up to the Lord Marquess's kindness!” Of course, Walker's father could not see how the legs of the two men were entwined. He raised his head to look up at his son, who was sitting in a magnificent carriage and the melancholia of their parting caused his tears to flow down his face without restraint.

“Papa, don’t worry! I will definitely work hard, you have to take care of your health and wait for my return!” Walker clutched at his father's hand --- criss-crossed with protruding veins --- and he could not help but to feel a wave of anguish sweep over his heart. Although he knew that Wiltshire had not extended a helping hand simply out of the goodness of his heart, but the money he had provided would indeed save his mother's life --- all he could hope for now was that Wiltshire's desire for conquest would be quickly sated, at which time Walker himself would be able to regain his freedom and he could then return home to reunite with his loved ones.

“Papa, you have to take good care of yourself, I will come back once I have earned some money! Wait for me!” The carriage had already pulled out of the manor gates, but Walker still leaned out to call loudly in the direction where his father and brothers stood, until the three figures had completely disappeared from view.

End of Jus Primae Noctis Chapter 3

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[1]: I’m not sure if the meaning comes through, but he’s basically telling Wiltshire that he should do a good deed by letting his brothers off so as to accumulate some good karma in preparation for being judged in the afterlife. It’s to do with the Buddhist concept of Narakas. Narakas are hell realms, and a being is born into a Naraka as a direct result of his or her accumulated karma and resides there for a finite period of time until that karma has achieved its full result.

[2]: A note on mealtimes during the 19th century: we now think of dinner as an evening meal but it was not always so. Dinner actually refers to the most significant meal of the day, which can be the noon or the evening meal. The fashionable hour for dinner began to be incrementally postponed during the 18th century. All these changes occurred first in London the further away from London one went, the greater difference there was in meal times, with rural Scotland lagging far behind, still eating dinner in the early afternoon at the end of the 1700s, when Londoners were beginning to dine at six or later. So, it is quite likely that Walker would think of this meal as dinner instead of lunch.

[3]: This is probably a more “Chinese” way of eating. Chinese people tend to hold their bowls in their hands throughout the meal, because we eat rice with chopsticks too, and the only effective way of doing this is to bring the bowl to the lips and use the chopsticks to shovel the rice into the mouth.

[4]: The ranks of the British peerage are, in descending order of importance: Duke/Duchess, Marquess/Marchioness, Earl/Countess, Viscount/Viscountess, Baron/Baroness.

[5]: Wiltshire would probably call a meal at midday luncheon (the abbreviation, lunch was only used from 1823), instead of dinner but it might not be part of his daily routine. From History magazine: “By beginning of the century, the upper class was rising from bed around ten a.m. or noon, and then eating breakfast at an hour when their grandparents had eaten dinner. They ate their dinner at perhaps five or six p.m. Then came supper, sometime between nine p.m. and two a.m.! The rich, famous and fashionable did not go to bed until dawn.” Lunch was regarded as a meal for the ladies and men did not routinely partake until the Victorian era.

[6]: Wiltshire uses a very polite way of speaking all throughout this speech. He’s using the respectful and formal form of all the words, such as “you” or “your son”. It doesn’t read much different in English, but it’s very different from the way he usually speaks.

[7]: At that time, Britain was in the midst of empire building, and shipping was a very lucrative industry.

[8]: Possibly referring to sovereigns, which are gold coins used as bullion. They were reintroduced in 1817 and each coin was supposed to contain 7.322381 grams of gold.

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