The Champion *ON HOLD*

Chapter 8- Kicked Out

A/N: Just a clarification, Baelegh, is pronounced like Bay-lee. Also the picture on the side is of Avery's horse, Gus. I wasn't sure how many of you knew what a sooty buckskin would look like and to save you the effort of having to google it, I provided you with a picture of what I imagine her horse to look like. I do hope you enjoy the newest installment of The Champion.

It was about an hour before Commander Baelegh came back. He had a fair amount of snow dusting his head and shoulders and he looked tired. Following him were what looked like servants. Two carried a large brass tub, and several more came behind carrying buckets of steaming water. The two carrying the tub set it behind the screen and person after person poured steaming water into the tub. She watched as they left and even more came in.

"You may bathe tonight. When you are done, my servant here will clothe you." The commander said, gesturing to a pretty young woman about her age. In her arms was a bundle of cloth. Avery nodded and stood. The commander stood there for a moment before walking briskly out of the tent, leaving a gust of cold in his wake. Avery shuddered and began to take off her weapons. Her Mosin was the first to go, followed by the shotgun. She unclipped the pistol from her belt and set it down, followed by her hunting knife and ammunition bag. She dug in her pockets and pulled out more ammunition and the leashes and set them down as well. When she looked up, the servant was eyeing her in surprise.

"What?" Avery asked suddenly, almost defensively. The servant jumped a little and looked away.

"Nothing, M'lady, it's just. I did'na expect a noblewoman such as yourself to carry so many strange weapons." The servant seemed embarrassed.

"Where I come from, women, no matter their rank, can carry weapons." Avery stated, although if she thought about it, that wasn't exactly true. She didn't really feel like going into detail about permits, laws, and restrictions with a woman who would no doubt have no idea what she was talking about.

"If you would get in the bath before the water grows cold, M'lady?" The woman said, still seeming to be embarrassed. Avery nodded and moved behind the screen. She was surprised when the woman followed, but she'd seen enough movies to know that way back when, if you could afford it, you could hire servants to bathe you. Avery took off her shirt and used the tub to prop herself on while she pulled off her boots. Her socks soon followed, along with her pants, leaving her in a bra and panties. The servant woman eyed her underwear interestedly.

"What?" Avery asked. The woman pointed to her bra.

"What is that?" She asked looking curious.

"It's called a bra. Where I'm from, women use them to secure their breasts. They have all different kinds. Some enhance the look of your breasts, others are simply used for comfort, and there are kinds to hold them tight to your body so when you run or do some other exercise they're not in the way all the time." Avery explained. She turned around and unhooked the clasp, dropping it down with the pile of clothes on the ground.

"We do not have anything like that here. Would you mind if I looked at it so that I may fashion one similar for myself?" Avery shrugged in response.

"Go ahead, I don't mind." The woman smiled and moved to one end of the tub.

"If you would get in the water please?" Avery pulled her panties down and climbed into the hot water. It was like heaven. She sunk down into the water and sighed.

"Oh this is wonderful," She moaned in pleasure. The servant smiled and began to pour warm water over her head and rubbed what she assumed was a type of soap into her hair.