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Queery Tales; Where Rainbows Begin	By : shikiblade Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Fairy Tales Views: 23001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own rights to these stories. They were writen long ago and far away. These are re-tellings, but not for mass publishing. No money is being made from these stories.

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Chapter Two: Bulls and Boyfriends
For weeks Tanner learned the arts of pickpocketing, sneaking into and out of houses and other tricks of the trade. Also continuing to learn sexual activities, Tanner became very infatuated with men.
Soon came a time that Tanner was to be tested and accepted into the clan. His test was to steal three oxes from the farmer known as Salt Peter. Tanner went into the forest and soon enough found Salt Peter walking a bull towards the market. Tanner slipped into the forest and got ahead of him. When he got to a certain part of the road, he curled up and cried as Salt Peter got close.
“What is the matter?” Salt Peter asked.
“My dog has run off into the forest and I cannot find him,” Tanner answered, giving a sad look.
“Fear not, for I shall find it,” Salt Peter said. running off into the forest. Tanner took the bull and headed back to the cabin of the theives. When Salt peter returned, he discovered he had been tricked. He also knew that his wife, a very violent woman, would be very angry with him. So he snuck into the yard and took another bull and headed back to town. Tanner was ahead of him. He hid in the fores and waited, and when Salt Peter came close, Tanner called out in perfect mimickary of a bull.
“My lost bull. I’m coming!” Peter called. Tanner dashed around into the forest while Peter searched for the bull. Taking the rope from the bull Salt Peter had abandoned, he led it back to the cabin. Peter discovered he had been tricked and lost his second bull. With a heavy heart, Salt Peter went to the house and took his third and last bull without his wife knowning and went back towards the market. On the road ahead, he saw a man hanging from a tree, clearly killed sometime recently.
“Poor soul. You and I have had a difficult day. God rest your soul.” Salt Peter prayed and moved on. Tanner, the disguised body, climbed down from the tree with the fake noose and slipped into the forest. Getting ahead of Salt Peter, he climbed another tree in his disguise and made it look like he had been hanged. As Salt peter passed, he looked up at the body.
“Poor soul. You and I have had a difficult day. But wait! My eyes are tricking me, I passed this body back down the road. Is this devilry? I must find out.” Salt Peter tied his last bull to a tree and ran back down the road. Tanner climbed down the tree and cut the rope, taking the last bull into the forest and back to the cabin. When Salt Peter returned, he discovered his mistake and the trick he had fallen victim to. As he returned home, his wife was standing there waiting for him.
“Where have you been all day? Galavanting around in the forest while I slave over a hot stove. I look out the window and there are the three bulls, not one gone to market.”
Salt Peter ran to the yard and discovered his three bulls had been returned. He had little time to celebrate as his wife soon started laying into him with her wooden spoon.
Tanner, who had returned the bulls after showing all three of them to the theives, was given a silver ring as a sign of his membership to them. It was a simple design of woven bands with the symbol of Mars at the top, an emerald in the loop.
“This ring can call one of us to you should you need our help,” the leader of the theives explained. “But remember that you can also be summoned.” With a final farewell of hugs and kisses, Tanner was on his way.
Over many weeks, Tanner snuck around the many villages he came to, stealing many fine clothes and monnies, until he finally returned to his own home. Dressing as a nobleman, he went to his father’s home in the late evening and knocked on the door. Sure enough, his father answered, but could not see his son in the disguise.
“Dear sir, I wish to rest here tonight after my long day of travels.,” Tanner said, disguising his voice.
“Please move on sir, for I have nothing to offer you. I wish I could help, but I cannot,” Tanner’s father answered.
“I insist, for I cannot travel another step.” Tanner answered.
“Very well my Lord, but please do not search for much, for I have little to give.” Tanner’s father let him in and set him down on a chair and fed him some soup made of a few vegetables. Tanner ate and questioned his father on what had been happening to him in recent times. It seemed that his father had been able to maintain his lifestyle. And so on the conversation went, Tanner telling a few stories. Finally, as Tanner was offered a bed, he turned to his father and asked if he wished to see his sons again.
“More than anything in the world, but I cannot support them, so it is better they are gone.”
“But gone they aren’t,” Tanner said, dropping his disguise and chaning his voice back to normal. “For I have returned.
“Tanner!” exclaimed his father, but he was cut off as Tanner laid many bushels of money upon the table. Soon after the house was repaired and both father and son lived well.
But when the poor got ot being rich, it does not escape the attention of those aorund them, and it caught the attention of the local mayor, who also had three sons, but he lived much more respectably. He invited Tanner and his father over to discover the power of their riches. Of course Tanner had told his father the truth of his gains. True, the first reaction was negative, but he soon saw how it could aid them.
“So your son is a Master Thift?” the Mayor asked with an air of amusement but what was a clear undtone of dislike.
“Indeed. He can steal anything you care to name,” Tanner’s father explained.
Tanner, meanwhile, was talking to the three sons of the mayor. Two of them clearly weren’t impressed with Tanner, but the youngest son, Nolen, was rather taken by him. As time went by, the Mayor and his two oldest sons watched as their youngest became more and more infatuated with Tanner. Soon, Nolen came and asked his father for permission to marry Tanner.
“I won’t hear of it. You cannot marry someone as lowly as him.” The Mayor snapped. “I will not be related to such a lowly man.”
“Now father, I think we can reach an agreement. He is, after all, a Master Thieft. I’ll bet he can steal the wedding ring from under your nose, the Holy Water form the priest and your horse right out from under you.” Nolen said, having previously discussed this with Tanner.
“If you think that your boyfriend can do these things, let us see him do it.” The oldest brother stated.
“Yes, I agree,” their father said. “Let him steal these things. Now, go to your partneer and summon him and his father to me.”
And so the five men sat around and discussed the trial.
“We will place my family wedding ring in the kitchen, and we will all sit around watching it. Tanner, of course, will not be invited. I’d like to very well see him steal it from under not just my nose, but everyone’s noses. As for the Holy Water, well, I’d like him to not only steal it, but he will need to humiliate the Priest in my own yard. And my horse... I think I will wait until the first two tasks are achieved before I plan that one.”
“Oh, that shan’t be too difficult,” Tanner said with a relaxed smile. Nolen took his hand and held it. “But I want your word that if I achieve these things, I will have Nolen’s hand in marriage.” Tanner said.
“I agree,” the mayor said, extending his hand. Tanner reached over and shook it, and the deal was sealed.
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