In the heat of summer, under the dry oak along the river, I fished. It was a hot summer, yet a day to let the fields grow and the animals have a free time to themselves - a time that young men enjoyed, or so the elders say. I know the truth that I enjoyed it, fishing with my dog Vallejo sleeping lazily beside me.

My pole bobbed and wiggled, some small fish might nibble at my bait - but I'd yet to really find anything worth the time to reel in. My dog snorted as his long gold tail swatted the air, and I chuckled, feeling drowsy under the sun and shade.

My pole wobbled again, as I looked into the clear blue, and let a smile touch my face. I felt the cool brush out, pleasing my senses. I bowed my head to the cool on my face and the sun my scalp - and it helped me slip into a state that was closer to sleep than I'd have given credit to. It felt good.

And then I shifted, hearing the sound of wicker being shifted and the scent of wet skin. I grunted, grabbing for my pole and turned, to stare on the length of wet scale, marked red with a hint of orange. I stared, blinking, and trailed up, to the swell of hips and soft, dusky skin - flesh that made my cheeks flush with how exposed it was, and sight of a female back. She faced away - this half snake, half woman - she faced away and worked at getting my lunch basket open - the strewn sight of bread and ash-jerkied fish strewn about, eaten on.

And then a gasp. A gasp, as I looked up at into large almond eyes, and a lady with long ears and hair, who gazed upon me with curious surprise, and a flush to her cheeks of guilt.

A lady Lamia, a pilferer who was eating my lunch.

She had on little - but the snake-folk were not known for their wealth, at least, in this place. Her banded back shifted as she shied away from me, as though afraid of my presence and notice. In truth, I was a little upset that my lunch had been pilfered from me, but the nervousness softened me, as did the thinness of her sides and tail. She looked damn hungry, and the bruises on her body did not look old.

"Should have waked me." I replied, trying to act cool under pressure. She shied away from me further, the tattered wrap for her chest in bad need of repair, and it barely hid her large bosom. I looked away, wanting to pretend modesty, while busying with my pole. My damnable dog looked over, sniffed curiously, then rolled back onto his belly, to get some sun. Lazy mutt.

"Go ahead and eat. But, you should have asked. I might have been upset if you weren't so hungry." I reeled in and looked at the copper hook - which had a fish on it. I grinned faintly - lunch wouldn't be ruined after all. "Go ahead, eat. You could probably use it. Do you talk? Are you lost? We don't get many snake-folk in these parts."

"Ye-va dun-kalla monjessan." She replied. I squinted, that was no tongue I knew. She had an exotic look, darker of skin than the average of her kind - the few gypsy travelers who made rounds to our village.

"Really?" I asked, pushing the basket to her with a foot. "Facinating. If you've nowhere to go, I can take y' to the village. Lord Sheshka knows that those who watch for travelers will be blessed."

She gave a dry nod, perking on hearing a familiar name, I supposed. Sheshka, Lord of the Snakes, He who held the sun in his hood and let it rest from the journey, before being pulled across the sky by the Surya in the morning. They blessed any who guarded the lost traveler from harm.

"Come along." I said, extending a hand and offering it to her, as I rose. My dog grunted, but raised to his paws and stood, ready to return home. She shyly took my hand, and followed.

My village of Raesupl was small - many farms surrounding a central meeting place - which held the central hub of the elders and the learning places for the young. A temple to Sheshka and shrines to the other gods lay ready for any who would welcome worshipers. There were many roads, this was a common stop for traders heading north - but had few natural resources save for food and a great river.

We continued forward, she slithering beside me shy, her body warm and the scent of her musk present in the air. It was intoxicating, oddly enough - the sweetness of serpentine skin and a womans flesh made me dizzy.

We continued - to my home - a small place set on the edge of my fathers property, which was a great farm. At least the land was owned, even if taxes were high.

I continued along, letting the girl follow me home - where I let my father know I had a guest.

I suppose I could get out of further field work by helping this visitor of the village out - a blessing, in essence. I continued on - leading the girl into my home and held a hand out to her, inviting her to my table. I set aside rice to boil and the fish to cook, and handed her a cup of wine - cheaply brewed but meant for guests. She took of it and smiled shy, sipping of it and chattering to me in her native tongue. I was entranced by the soft of her lips, and the flickering sight of a forked tongue.

"Well, I am Bahata, and this is my home. Tomorrow I suppose we can find out where you have come from, and perhaps find a way to return you there. If you wish to go, perhaps it is not your dharma to return there. Perhaps it was to come here."

She smiled, unsure, but patient, perhaps glad for the food. I spoke to her, as the evening wore on, and invited her to my bed - where I would sleep upon a mat in the dining room. She said little, just a shy smile. I smiled in turn - feeling blood course to my loins unbidden. I shook it off, and let close the dividing curtain between she and I, and lay my head to sleep.

Awakening in the dawn, I found myself unable to move. I was cool with an open window permitting the breeze, and cool with the feeling of scale and flesh against my bare chested form. I looked down to a hand that held my belly, and another that rest against my armpit. Her head was tucked to my shoulders and her tail held me abdomen to foot in a squeeze that was pleasant to every one of my senses. Her scent had cooled but was exotic, a scent of the jungle and places she had been in the past. She was drawing the heat away from me, and savored me with a kiss on my back - though unconscious the brush had been. The dark haired woman nestled into me. She spoke in her tongue, strange words that made me wonder.

I was too comfortable to move, and did not wish to awaken the slumber of this sleeping girl. Softly I stroked her hand and drew it up to kiss her palm, then shifted a bit, to get comfortable on my back. Her head laid on my chest, holding me closer.

"Where do you come from, girl?" I asked soft, and stroked her neck. My eyes caught a strange brand upon her shoulder, and a chafing of skin at her throat, as though bound by too tight leather.

"You aren't a slave, are you?" I asked, suddenly disgusted by the thought. There were lots one were born to in life, and paths that must be followed, but Slavery was outside of the paths lain by the lords - and disrupted rightful paths of dharma. I hated it - all in my village did.

But slavers were powerful men, and held much in the way of might. I grunted, worried. Did I have what belonged to someone?

I looked to her. I decided it did not matter - let them come with a mountain of men or a thousand elephants, I would not let them take her. It would be injustice.

I was in love, as surely and truly as anyone could be. She was a gift from the Gods.

"Son. Son. I heard you had a guest, but did not expect to see you wrapped in coils."

I looked up to see my bearded father, who gazed down with a look of surprise and amusement. He spoke softly to me, to not awaken my guest. I flushed sharply, gazing upon him then down to she who slept against me, and I cuddled in close against her, holding her.

"Yes, father. She came upon me, and I found her eating my lunch yesterday. She looked hurt and tired, and I took her here, to let her rest and eat, before asking the Elders for what should be done. She bares a brand, and her neck is chafed."

"That does not bode well, Bahata. Is she a slave?"

"Slave or not, it is against the Gods to make one serve who commits no crime, and never are they to be abused. The brand, and the chafing, would violate this."

"I know, son. Let us take it to the elders. Her ... owner may come to reclaim her, and we cannot fight off a powerful man and his armies."

"Then we will not. I will take her away."

"You are wise, but trust the elders first." She gently hugged me, still drifting in the deep sleep of one who found safety.

"I will. But I will also trust the Gods."

The elders met that afternoon, after I had bathed, and she had annointed herself with honey and milk - to wash away the dust of her scales and hide. She gleamed beautifully, in a borrowed long robe from my mothers selection, and her hair had been done up in long series of braids as she had prepared herself in the tub. She went with me - as the Elders had asked, and was lead to the grand central hut, and into the shrine dominated by a mural of Lord Sheshka, who we asked for wisdom from.

"A Slave is not a good thing to have, nor is it good to risk the whole of the village for one we do not know, nor one who is not human." Argued one, an old woman sat upon a long divan. "She is not known to us, and may belong to one who could bring great harm upon our lands. Is the life of one worth risking all?"

"Would not the lords of heaven do the same for us, to protect us from those who would harm and bind us from our rightful dharma. We cannot let another do this, or we will be guilty of it by negligence."

It was for hours that they argued back and forth, discussing and debating the merits of helping and the merits of sending her away - all while we knewnot her langugage, and only her name.

Kammian.

"We could request aid of the lords and ask them to send protection, for we have evidence of wrong-doing performed in our home. It would benefit."

"And he might return her, and make us guilty of the same crime. We cannot impose upon him - for he is already at war with the lords of the north, by rule of our King."

He was, of course, right. She sat bewildered as we debated, and I attempted further to communicate - she had been hesitant with a name, but I found it fetching. She knew the word for food and for drink, for water and sky and then name of some of the gods. She was not a heathen.

The debate lasted three days - two of which I was present for, and a third where I worked the fields, and the lady of scales joined me, working beside me with quick hands, and an eagerness to spend time in the sun. I worked with her and she showed me a secret mantra to make the rice shake itself from the stalk, and yet still remain planted to grow more. It was with a days work we performed the work of seven days, and though tired, I was joyous for her gift - and kept it in a secret place in my heart. Each night I would sleep upon my grass-woven mat, and each morning I would awaken with her wrapped around me, like a lover. But never would I take of her, nor did she offer - I knew she saved herself, and though my loins ached and heart yearned, I let her perform at her own pace.

And at last, after seven days of working the plants and practicing the mantra of harvest, the Elders announced that they would guard her. She was a guest, sent by heaven, and we would honor the ways of our Gods, as they honored our devotion.

A good thing, I knew, for when I awoke on the first week plus a day, I found her shivering in a corner, and a terrible not played from a bulls horn - a note which rang terrible in the sky and made my home shake.

A single look out into the wood and towards the river told me of the terror we had brought upon ourselves - as I saw the masked faces of the Raksha standing in neat rows, held in metal armor and wielding great scimitars.

The village cried in horror, and I held her, to help stiffle her tears, as the lord of the Raksha called for his property to be returned.

To my shame, the elders agreed to return her, and they marched with the general to my door and knocked upon it three times, calling for the girl to be turned over. Three times they asked, and each I denied them - three times the face of the Raksha general grew angrier and his might grew great, until he hewed the door from the hinges with a terrible blow of his blade, and demanded that what was his be returned, and my blood in payment for defiance.

Defiance, which I redoubled, when I stepped from my room and held my knife, a knife which had once slain a tiger by plucking out his eye. I stood, and calling upon the gods, demanded the Raksha leave, for I had oathed to defend her, and would do so, as was the path of my dharma.

He laughed, until I attacked, and cut his hand. In rage, he struck me down and sent me back, blood leaking from my head and mouth. But I lived, and he stormed away, commanding his soldiers begin to burn the village.

I knew pain, and horror, but I knew I would not stand to let an innocent be harmed. And I stepped out, with the tiger-wounding blade in hand, and prepared to fight, and asked the gods to aid the girl, as I knew my life would end this day.

The soldiers came, their blades high, and their motions in unison - their approach with the ferocity of a bull elephant, and as terrible as the thunder during the seasons of rain.

But I stood, alone of the village.

Alone, until I heard a laugh behind me.

He was a creature of fur, and stood perhaps to the chest of a man, but his eyes were fierce, like the sun after an eclipse. In his hand lay a golden stave, as long as he was, and the creature of golden fur and a monkeys grin tossed it hand to hand, like a performing animal. He was swathed in a red robe and pants of white, while laughing again. His eyes were like lotus, as he stared with a grin that showed no fear.

"You fight to protect innocent?" He asked, his voice speaking the tongue of the heavens with a clarity that sent me shivering. He spoke as calm as though he were about to go for a walk to work his digestion, not face the ravenous hordes of raksha with only his staff and I with a simple paring knife.

"Yes." I said, nodding grimly and setting my face to stone. He laughed again, and waved a hand at them dismissively.

"Boy, I fight bull elephents, and wrestled with Dragons, and stole the peaches from the Emperor of Heaven. These are but a game to me. Come, I will show you a mantra to never be harmed by the blades of evil men."

And he did, and taught me a second secret mantra, which I took to my heart, and he launched himself into battle. Each blow struck hard as thunder, a hammer blow from the heavens casting the raksha past the horizon in a blur of golden rod and monkey strength. Again he danced amongst them as I joined, leaping to battle with my knife, which had grown to become a great blade when I was not looking. I battled with the demons, who came to claim the girl I had oathed to defend, and I swung hard and mighty, cleaving through blades with a cry of triumph and praise unto the gods. The blades struck at me, but my skin turned them away when I sung the mantra, as taught by the monkey, who laughed brightly and set to work, slaughtering and sending all foes past the horizon, to join the stars.

When battle was finished, not even the raksha general stood, for he had fled and cast his mask to the earth, which was crushed beneath the foot of the monkey, who nodded to me. He held his staff across his shoulders and looked upon me with a sense of pleasure at a fight - as a man might look after laying with his wife.

"You fight good, for a man." He said, before glancing to the Lamia, who stared in awe upon me, my blade, and the monkey who rested against his staff. "And I see why, she is radiant as a thousand fires in a forest."

"Yes she is." I said, gazing with her by longing. "But we cannot speak, for I know not her tongue."

To which the monkey laughed.

"Then I teach you this one last mantra, that you must use only to speak to her. Take the leaf of a lotus and the clippings of a holy mans nail, and a single hair of the girl, and mix it into tea. Drink it, and you will be able to speak to her for as long as you both live. Tell no one this secret mantra."

And I nodded.

"Who are you, monkey?"

"I am the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, the Monkey King."

He laughed again, and I joined him, while inviting my Lotus to join me. She did, and knew she would no longer fear the evil raksha, as long as I was with her.

"Sun Wukong." She spoke, in tones awed. To which, he laughed.

"Yes, dear girl, I am." He said, and she smiled, for he spoke the tongue of heaven, which was known to all living things. She spoke to him at length, and he, on his golden rod, merely laughed and smiled and bade her speak as she liked. I waited, as I stood beside in awe of the great sword of gold, which was twice my forearm length but weighed only as much as a dagger. It had cut clean through steel and armor, and had not even a single scuff upon it.

"Yes, girl, you are right." He said to her, then looked to me with his eyes that burned brighter than the sun. "He has no evil in him, or I would see it and strike him down."

He demonstrated, and clove a great valley into the earth with a two handed chop, which stretched from the middle of the village to the river, deeper than a man tall, and as wide as a child from head to foot. The staff was lifted, and shook of dirt and water.

"She is right. I will give you a boon, for you have done so much for a stranger. What will you have?"

"I would have her be happy, and my village safe."

He nodded, pleased, and showing a grin wide enough to split his face. He then pointed to me with a long clawed finger.

"Would you have her happy, even if she were to love another, away from you?"

I felt pain, but nodded, honest, like the Gods would have me be.

"Even if I must suffer a thousand hells that she be happy, I would." I said.

"Good. For she admitted she has fallen in love with you, and would stay in your house, and take your seed to her womb as you have taken her into your home, and loved her without condition. Will you have her?"

"Forever, and ever."

"Good. She is yours, as you have already claimed her by might and mercy. She worries that you cannot have young with her, but, leave that to the Gods."

He winked, and spun his staff three times over head and struck the earth, and was enclosed by a great lotus, and the sound of his laughing.

I gazed to my wife, and saw her flushed cheeks and shy smile, and knew my heart was complete. I gave thanks to the gods, and honored them, as I took my wife from the great fields where the monkey had danced, and away from the trees splintered by his magic staff, and into the secret places of my hearth, where we practiced an ancient mantra, between man and woman.

And we were happy.

(Apologies if this isn't the most excellent of stories.  I attempted to follow in the path of Indian epics.  I hope it is worth your time.)