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An answer to Esu's 'Murder at The White Horse' challenge...

Notes on the names chosen: (based on info in 'Name Dictionary'.)

Brione [G] : The name of a flowering vine used in folk medicine
( English Name )

Egil [B] : Ardent, little fire
( Celtic Name )

Egesa [B] : Terror
( Anglo-Saxon Name )
====

Egesa
---

Brione was beautiful, and she knew it, but she ignored her
beauty--most of the time.

For weeks, however, she'd been feeling...  A need building, and now,
at long last, she'd found the true source of that need.

She spoke softly, even though there was no one to hear her words. "So,
Old Horse.  'Tis you, who has been calling to me.  I can feel your
need calling to mine.  Soon."

* * *

Egil had settled to drink his Guinness while he read the paper, and
was idly reading an article about the latest smashup near Stonehenge,
when he felt a light touch on his shoulder.

"Mind if I sit on the other side?"

He looked up, barely managed to control his gape, then nodded slightly
after he looked around.  "Go ahead."

She settled carefully, smiled, to his way of thinking, a little oddly,
then waved a delicate hand to get the publician's attention.

He shrugged, and went back to his reading, mostly.  Part of him was
wondering if he should say more...  But this was, after all, a pub, a
person's business was their own, and a man shouldn't be taking
advantage of someone's ill fortune, just because his hormones were
suddenly flowing again.  'Yer an ol' man, Egil.  Leave the lass alone.
She's probably a lot like you, and just trying to dry out a bit,
before she heads home to her family.'

When her food arrived, he couldn't help noticing it was haggis, and
that made him wince slightly.

She noticed his wince and laughed lightly.  "A pub, on a rainy day,
makes me want to live in my memories.  Brione, if you're wondering,
and...  Unattached and interested, if you're of a mind to explore."

"Egil.  Aye.  Wondering.  Lass like you, should be thinking of her
family, to my way of thinking."

He could feel her sudden focus on him as she paused in her eating to
study his face.  "Egil?  Not many folks name a male child that, these
days.  Are you?"

He knew what she meant, and he sighed a little sadly.  "Man doesn't
have a name like 'Egil', without eventually wondering what madness
made his parents gift him with it.  Aye, Brione.  Once, I was, but
these days, 'tis more that the fires mostly flicker, so if it's a
lover you're seeking, best you be chosing someone younger."

She laughed again, and reached to touch his nearest hand lightly.
"Ah...  Egil.  I'm seeking a lover, true.  I won't insult you by
denying that much.  This body was a jest of the gods, and I'm older
than I look.  I expect that someday, time will have its way, and
almost overnight, I will look and feel my age.  'Tis forward I am,
when the need is upon me, and this is one of those times.  Yea, or
nay, to the fitting of the parts, but if you could see your way to a
lingering cuddle, I'd admit myself grateful.  And why...  If the parts
fit, some folks say a lingering flame, when it's fanned to a raging
fire, is a gift from the gods, to be savored for the rest of your
life."

"Daft, I am, to be considering a romp with you, but a cuddle I can
manage, and if there's more, as you say, it will be a gift from the
gods.  Just...  Don't ask me to share your repast.  I don't know which
I loathe more, the name, or the food itself."

She laughed again, and lifted his hand so she could lightly stroke it
before she kissed the back of it.  Her head came up and her eyes
seemed to swallow his soul.  "Well, Egil.  I always have prefered new
memories to old ones.  I'll do what I can, to give you a memory you'll
find...  Treasurable, in some way."

"You're an odd one, Brione.  Most lasses would be put off by an old
man's blunt honesty.  You seem to soak it up and want more."

She smiled.  "You have the right of it.  Give me an old man's honesty,
along with his patient ardor, and I am content.  Already, I can feel
my need being...  Fulfilled."

* * *

Brione pointed at the hill that was partially obscured by the fog.
"There."

Egil squinted, then shook his head and smiled.  "You're daft, right?
No blanket, just lie on the grass like a couple of silly teens...
And...   Make love?"

She laughed, and he delighted in the sound of it, even though she
seemed to do it so easily and naturally.  "The need speaks, and when
it does, I listen.  Better there, than if I rape you where you sit,
while we're moving.  It's a pleasant evening, and the fog will hide us
soon, as well as muffle any sounds we make."

He laughed hugely.  "Righto!  I'm feeling some of that need, myself."

He found a place to park, and she smiled slightly but said nothing
when he carefully locked his car before they linked arms and started
walking in the direction of the White Horse.

"Ever been here, Egil?"

"A few times, when I was younger.  Always wondered about the why and
how.  Yourself?"

"Been many years, since I've been here, so this is something of a...
Pilgrimage for me.  Not often in the area, any more."

"Travel a lot?"

"Yes.  Something calls, and I go looking for it."

"Ever find it?"

"Found you, didn't I?"

"Lass, I don't mind being a fling.  I never was the type of man who
wanted to hold a woman back when she felt the need to move on.  Funny,
in a way.  I've been the one to stay in one place all my life.  Don't
know if a woman like you would understand me when I say it's like I've
always known that this area is where I should stay.  Other people come
and go, but old Egil is like the hills.  People depend on him to
always be there, so I am."

"Deep thoughts."

"Man who don't waste his energy, tends to have them."

"True.  True."

She suddenly giggled and poined off to their left.  "There."

He studied where she pointed.  "I had the right of it.  The daftest
lass I've ever met.  Old Whitey had a penis, we'd be on it."

She giggled.  "And if I ask you to lie so you could get a close look
at his balls, if he had some?"

"You're a whimsical one, aren't you?  So am I, and you did say you'd
make this memorable.  Can't get much more whimsical than getting a
good look at an imaginary stallion's balls.  Hope he likes the rub job
from my back."

"See?  Magical night.  A gift from the gods, to treasure."

"Aye.  I'm not usually so whimsical, but you have an...  Aura, that
makes me want to be worthy of you."

"You are worthy.  Thank you, Egil."

She turned him so they could hug tightly, then she slowly started
removing his clothing.

Once he was naked she knelt and kissed his penis before she stood
again and smiled.  "Make me feel your love, Egil.  Make this...
Special, for all of us."

His eyebrows had gone up when she said 'all', but then they lowered
and he shrugged off her word as part of her sudden whimsey.

His touches as he slowly disrobed her were often lingering, and when
he gently teased her treasure, she arched in his direction, moaned,
then seemed to come back, and sighed.  "Not yet."

He chuckled.  "Soon, right?"

"Very soon!"

Once she was naked, they wrapped arms around each other's waists and
walked over to look at the 'haunch' of the White Horse.

"Between his legs, eh?  I can't remember ever being this silly when I
was a teener."

"Feels good, to feel young?"

"Yes."

He settled, then she worked him erect before she positioned herself
and slid down his length until her weight was resting on him.

They studied each other, and he spoke first.  "A lot tighter than I
expected.  Another 'gift from the gods'?"

"Perhaps.  Mostly, it's because I don't feel the need very often, any
more, so I...  Retighten."

"Odd way to say it, Lass."

"I know."

She started milking him, and he groaned slightly.  "Damn lot sooner
than I would have thought possible, if you keep working me like that,
Brione."

"Do you feel the heat, yet?"

"Heat?  No.""

"You will."

His eyes snapped open and he stared at her.  "Will?!"

"Yes, Egil.  This is the reason you've stayed here all your life.  You
are The Connection, and it is time for you to be...  Used."

He started to struggle, and found he couldn't move from where he was.
"What are you doing to me?!"

"It is not I, but Egesa, who is using you, Egil."

"Egesa?"

"You know him as 'The White Horse of Uffington.'  I knew him as
'Egesa', when he was alive and used as the model.  He is a stallion,
and his essence was transfered to the stone.  He lives, Egil, and he
has needs.  They are a stallion's needs, and I...  Though I am human,
I was his favorite mare.  I still am, and when he calls, I come, so
his needs may be...  Satisfied."

"My back.  I burn..."

"Good.  He needs the touch of flesh, so his member may enter this
world."

She stretched and raised her arms over her head, then she looked down
at Egil's horror filled eyes.  "If you live through what happens, you
will become the youth you were, and if you still desire my company,
you may be husband to my wife."

Her head tilted back and she shouted the name of her lover:  "EGESA!"

His scream was lost in the thunderclap of a lightning bolt.

Only Brione knew, or cared, that the lightning had gone from the
ground to the sky, through the two of them.

After her orgasmic spasms subsided, she lowered her head and looked at
the man who was now a corpse.  "You weren't 'The One', that was
promised so long ago."

She sighed, then stood and studied the charred area where his penis
had been burned away by the energies released.  "It was good, Egesa.
Thank you, my husband."

Then she walked over and carefully got dressed before she searched
Egil's pants for his keys.

Once she had them, she casually dropped his clothing next to his body.

A few minutes later she was driving away without a backward glance, or
regrets for what had happened.

* * *

The policeman studied the corpse and sighed.  "Seen some unlucky
folks, but that's downright unfair."

The other man nodded slightly.  "I always thought Egil had more sense,
than be out in a storm like that one was.  Looks like he was the
highest point on the landscape when the bolt hit.  Kind of hope he
orgasmed first."

"Be a hell of a rush if it happened at the same time.  Help me roll
the body over."

A few seconds later they both whistled sharply before one of them
whispered.  "Don't that beat all?  Tabloids are going to go crazy, if
they get their hands on the pictures."

Burned into Egil's back was the perfect image of a stallion's erect
penis.

Matching that image, was a freshly revealed white area on the ground.

The policeman said it.  "Well, I guess we'd better start calling him
'The White *Stallion* of Uffington."
---

End: Egesa

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