Page 45 of The Sword and the Damsel
Alais gasped and clapped her hands together. The song about the cat at last! It was the best present of the day so far.
“You must be joking. For yourwife?”
Victor nodded with a mischievous smile.
Richard stared for another moment then shook his head and sighed. He checked the tuning of his lute, then began singing a long tale of two sisters who found a pilgrim in Auvergne who pretended to be mute. They thought him the ideal candidate to satisfy their lusts without any risk of being found out. To make sure he was mute, they went and got their cat.
“When we had drunk up all the wine,
They shed their clothes, and I shed mine.
They brought the cat up from behind,
Its claws dug in. It was unkind.
The ladies pulled it down my side,
It hurt so much, I nearly cried.
It scratched again. I almost screamed.
It hurt more than I ever dreamed.
They gave my flesh a hundred sores.
I crumpled down onto their floors.
But I would not cry out. Oh no!
Despite the way they hurt me so.
‘Oh, Sister dear,’ one of them said,
‘He’s mute, all right, and safe to bed.
So, Sister, let us bathe right now.’
The evil cat just said, ‘Meow.’
Eight days and more I stayed with them
And laid with them and played with them.
I fucked them both repeatedly:
One hundred eighty times, you see.
I nearly broke my saddle strap
And harness as they rode my lap.
They fucked me raw. It hurt so much!
But I could not ignore their touch.
They fucked me raw. It hurt so much!
But I could not ignore their touch.”
