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Like the way a king emerges from his chamber to announce some long-awaited decree to his most loyal subjects, so Henrik, kicking open the steamed up french doors emerged from the master bath, arms akimbo, scabbard and sword lodged in the waistband of his robe.

"Master?" he called out.

Jorgen, sprawled naked on the bed, peered up distractedly from a copy of some script Henrik had left lying around. "Commander?" he replied unceremoniously, and began to stroke his limp penis with the exuberance of a Tivo user fast forwarding through an History Channel documentary.

"Master?!" Henrik inquired again, more ferociously, to which Jorgen was forced to reply more vigorously "Commander!" and then, Henrik satisfied, the two commenced what could only be described as violent swordplay at sea.