Chapter sixAn avalanche of flesh swept me off my feet.
Multi-colored veils and scarves, chiffons, silks, swirled about me. Rosy limbs flashed before my eyes. Rippling hair, blonde, auburn, black, poured like a cataract over me. Red lips, moist and pouting, greedily sought to plant wet kisses anywhere they could.
I tell you in all sober truth, that feminine onslaught of pulchritude made me blench like any outright coward far more, far, far more, by the Lady Fayreen the Abandoned, than any vove cavalry charge of the wild Clansmen of Segesthes!
Over I went and clutching hands grasped my feebly protesting form. In a riotous rout of shrill laughter I was carried off into the adjoining bedroom, thumped down on the bed, and smothered with eager ladies who in that time had contrived to discard
