"The Kingdom of Dashane cherishes fighting prowess above all else," the wizard told him, "in little over a week, at the midsummer festival called to celebrate Princess Flamia's sixteenth birthday, many brave knights and all manner of princelings from both minor and major houses will congregate to fight for her hand in marriage. In my laboratory, I have used the powerful Crystal of Pesch and my sorcerer's skills to give you the stature, physical strength and speed of reflex to best them all and claim the young Flamia. When you win the contest, Leopold will be honour bound by ancient custom to accept you as his prospective son-in-law and take you into the palace. Once inside, you will have all of the time you need to reek the full measure of my revenge upon them all."

The prince leant forward in his saddle. "Fear not my lord wizard, for I swear that I shall fuck all that are willing and ravage all that are not and at the end of my time in Leopold's palace there will not be one blue blooded lady who has not felt the full length of my great cock in all her intimate passages and the harsh caress of my scourge across her back."

"But remember!" Malpurgo counselled Vulkan to caution, "whilst more than a match for any handful of skilled men-at-arms in open combat you are not invulnerable. Find yourself trussed and helpless on the headsman's block, or caught up in a burning hayrick with a loose-legged goose girl and you will die like any lesser man. Disguise your sybaritic appetites from public view at all times. Use the mental routines I have taught you to control your urges. Masturbate as little as possible as such empty stimulation will only serve to agitate your mood, for only women's flesh can assuage your carnality. In the small chest are powders and potions that will help you subjugate, confuse and kill; I have planted knowledge within your psyche so that you will know how to use them when needed."