He took his time, relieving himself, thinking about their destination.

He had no knowledge whatsoever about nobles or their agendas.

“What does the Countess want? Maybe she needs some potions or something like that? Or she needs Mistress to spy for her... Maybe someone is stealing from her and she wants to find a culprit? Maybe there is a conspiracy against her...."

He stayed like that, engrossed in his thoughts, his limp dick in his hands long done its job relieving.

He broke out of it, and tugged his dick in then started walking back.

Then, he heard voices.

“Isn't this the nicest catch in a long time, eh boys?"

“Where is your carriage driver? Don't tell me you drove it yourself” another voice cackled.

Magnus stopped dead in his tracks. Suddenly alert, he sneaked to a large bush and peeked towards the small clearing where the carriage was. His Mistress stood next to the carriage holding flowers in her hands. Around her, he saw four... no, five bandits, talking and laughing. Magnus could see they were armed with swords, but the swords were all sheathed. Obviously, they saw no danger in one Lone Lady.

Magnus felt a chill along his spine. He had no chances against them.

His knife was the only weapon he possessed, and he left it on the driver seat even.

“She looks rich, doesn't she" a smaller bandit with big beard said.

“Yes, and so pretty too. We will have so much fun, won't we Lass" a big bandit with a scar on his face said.

“It is better if you don't resist it. Although I must admit I prefer it when they do” the scarred bandit said laughing throatily. His companions joined the laughter.

Magnus felt his blood rising. They intended to rape his Mistress, then probably kill her, and then take all her possessions. He was not going to let it happen. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he could turn around quietly, walk away and Live, but he squashed that thought with contempt. ALL he saw was a lady in danger. HIS Lady in danger. And he knew he will die before he lets them harm one hair on her head.

Feeling his anger rising, Magnus rushed out of the bushes like a charging bull. He crashed into the scarred bandit throwing him on the ground. He punched the smaller bandit that stood close, with all his strength. Bandit just toppled down, without a sound. Magnus turned to see the other three bandits drawing their swords. He quickly pulled the sword from the smaller bandit's scabbard and rushed towards his

Mistress, who watched the whole scene with a surprisingly calm expression. Magnus positioned himself between the bandits and his

Mistress, holding the sword awkwardly. The scarred bandit groaned, but he managed to get on his feet and pull his sword.

The bandit took in the strong youth in front of him and then spat and smiled.

"You are in way over your head, boy. I might even let you go if you drop that sword. Just drop it and walk away, no one will stop you.”