Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2022 09:01:44 +0100 (BST)
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Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 128c

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He turned away from me. I walked over to him. "Look, I know you are under a
lot of stress. We all are. After tomorrow night, all this will be over. You
have to keep it together until then."

He didn't turn round, just nodded.

I patted him on the back, "There's a good Chap. Oh, the rest of the
Champagne is safe to drink."

I turned and left. Standing in the corridor, I listened at the door, all
was quiet. I turned and walked back to the kitchen. He was too young and
inexperienced for this operation. I had told my bosses that when it was
first suggested to use him. It had been the King who had insisted it should
be Grand Duke Drageon. He felt it would make it all the more believable, as
there were bigger fish to catch.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 128c

"The truth is rarely pure, and never simple."  Oscar Wilde McPhee takes up
the story

I had to speak to Forts. I had hardly slept after what Dima had told me. He
had sworn me to secrecy, but was so excited, I could see he just had to
tell me.

I sat aghast as he told me about the Nazi officers and their offer to
Forts. I was stunned, how was my uncle involved in all this? It sounded
like treason, or did the government know? I wished Con was with me, I could
have asked him what he thought.

That must have been why Forts had snapped at me. He thought I knew about
it.

Now it all sounded like a done deal. How had Forts agreed to this? I was
sure Davy would kill him. I couldn't understand it. How many times had I
heard Forts say he would never agree to be Tsar and now, here he
was... Nicolas III. It just didn't make sense.

Then, there was the conversation I overheard between Forts and Masters,
that new butler. What was that all about?

It was no good. I made my way along to Forts' suite. I knocked on the
door. It was all quiet. I tried the handle and went in, no one was up
yet. I crossed to the bedroom door and knocked.


**

Forts continues the story

"Forts it's me. Can I come in?"

McPhee's head peered round the bedroom door. He broke into a broad grin as
he looked at the two naked bodies on the bed. He smiled at me sitting in
the chair. "Looks like they exhausted you."

I stood and stretched, "I wish. No, I slept on the chair all night."

"Really?" Chris winked.

"No, seriously Chris! And please don't say a word of this to Davy. You know
how he gets." I pulled the sheet round myself.

"Talking of Davy. Chris, you never told me this place didn't have phones."

"Yes, it does."

I shook my head, "Not according to your uncle."

Chris looked confused, "I am sure there were phones installed last time I
was here. How strange?"

I pulled the sheet tighter, "It's not a problem. What can I do for you?"

"It's about yesterday... Forts, I had no idea what my uncle wanted to see
you about, I promise. I just... I just don't want you to think I lied to
you."

"Chris, it's okay. I am sorry to have snapped at you. It's just that
everything is happening so fast."

McPhee stood watching me. I could tell he had something else he wanted to
get off his chest.

"Chris, you want to say something else. I can tell."

Chris sighed, "Forts, oh God, well, Dima... Well Dima, told me that it is
the Nazis who are offering to put you on the throne... I mean I am pleased
for you and that, but are you sure?... Siding with the Nazis ... I just
... I just... Don't think it's right."

So, McPhee didn't know anything about all this. I watched as he looked at
the floor, "Forts, I am embarrassed and sorry that I brought you here. I am
going to speak to my uncle about all this."

"No Chris. I would rather you didn't."

"Why?"

I didn't get a chance to speak more, as we both heard a groan from the bed
as one of the Germans stirred. He sat up slowly, rubbing his head, then
began shaking his colleague while chattering in German. The other guy
stirred now, too. Both looked unsure and confused as they glanced at me and
Chris.

"Your Imperial Highness..."

I walked over, "Good morning. You both had too much to drink and passed
out." I made a drinking gesture with my hand.

They obviously understood me. They exchanged disbelieving glances and then
one of them spoke again.

"Please forgive us. We had better leave you."

I nodded. As Chris and I watched, they both retrieved their clothes. One of
them walked to the panelled wall. His colleague barked at him in German. He
stopped and looked at me, obviously unsure of what to do next. I smiled. "I
think you will have to use the main door to leave, sorry."

They both clicked to attention, "Your Imperial Highness." Then scurried for
the door.

Chris shook his head, "What was he looking for?

"Apparently, there is a hidden passage behind that wall. That is how they
got in. I found them both in the bed when I came through."

"Forts, I didn't know about any hidden passages. I am so sorry about all
this. I feel responsible. What is my uncle up to?"

I put my arm round him. "Don't worry. Hopefully, we can all head home
tomorrow. Now please don't say anything to your uncle. Oh, and can you ask
Denis to see me later? If I have to get dressed up for tonight, I will need
him to tell me where all the awards go."

Chris looked away, "So you're going to go through with it. Despite what I
said?"

I nodded. The voice inside my head was screaming, "TELL HIM!" But I knew I
couldn't.

Chris sighed and gave me a hug, "You know I will always love you, don't
you?"

I nodded. He shook his head again and left. I hated this even more. Now I
was hurting my friends too.


**

Gary continues the story

True to Professor Hamilton's word, my clothing was returned, and I was
given something to eat. The sergeant stayed well away from me, from then
on. I wouldn't say the other guards were friendly, but at least they were
civil.

I was woken around eight o'clock in the morning and served my breakfast. I
heard the two guards speaking about me in the corridor. One saying to the
other, "Well, it's selective madness... If he is mad. He seems fine to
me... Just another draft dodger, if you ask me."

Around ten o'clock, Professor Hamilton appeared at my door with two
guards. "Are you ready to leave then, Gary?"

I nodded.

"Now these two gentlemen want to restrain you. I have told them that's not
necessary. I hope you won't let me down."

I shook my head, "No Sir. Please don't restrain me... He doesn't like it
when I am restrained."

The two guards looked at each other, one made a winding motion with his
finger by his temple. Hamilton glared at him, he knew just who I was
talking about. We both knew that.

I sat with Hamilton in the back of the car. He smiled at me, "Comfortable?"

I nodded. "Where are we going, Professor?"

"Forts has paid for you to go to a small private hospital. I will be
helping you there. Forts was very worried about you, Gary. He cares about
you an awful lot."

I couldn't speak. I just nodded.

Hamilton continued, "Now, I really don't know how long you will have to
stay with us..." He looked straight ahead, "But while you are, you won't be
going back to the army. So, I suggest you concentrate on getting well and
take your time."

"Will I be allowed visitors and to see my wife and son Arran?"

Hamilton chuckled, "Yes. Forts insisted on it. He didn't want you
incarcerated, but helped."

I nodded, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, thank Forts."

"I will... I just don't know why I can't control..."

Hamilton put his hand on my knee, "Now, don't worry about that at the
moment. That's for you and I to work on later. For now, just sit back and
enjoy the journey."

A couple of hours later, we arrived at a pleasant-looking country house. I
was shown to my room. It was very comfortable, Hamilton glanced round, "I
hope you will be comfortable here. Right, I have to go and do some
paperwork. Gary, I am putting a lot of trust in you. I genuinely believe
that you want to get well. So please don't do anything to cause me to
regret that assumption. I will see you again later... If you do feel the
dark clouds... get someone to come for me."

He smiled and gave a reassuring nod of his head. "I will speak to you
later."

As Hamilton left, a male nurse in white uniform came into the room. He
smiled, "Hello, I am your nurse, Oscar. I am pleased to meet you Gary. I
hope you and I can become firm friends. Is it okay if I just run through
some house rules stuff?"

I nodded, "Pleased to me meet you, Oscar. I promise I will try not to be
too much trouble."

He winked, "Good. Okay, you are allowed to wear your own clothes while you
are here. I will wake you up at eight o'clock most mornings for
breakfast. Then we have a bit of time for reflection and then, morning
exercise. Tea and biscuits around eleven, then usually the doctors want to
see everyone. Then lunch around one O'clock. After that, another period of
quiet time and then afternoon exercise. Dinner is served around six
o'clock, after dinner and until lights out at ten o'clock you are welcome
to join everyone in the lounge."

I nodded. "Thank you."

He gave me another reassuring nod, "Okay, sit down and tell me about
yourself."


**

Forts continues the story

Denis came to me around seven o'clock and with Masters standing silently
watching. Denis helped get me all dressed up in my white tunic Guards dress
uniform. As he applied the last of the three brilliant stars of my various
awards, all carefully positioned to the left of the light blue St Andrews
ribbon, Dima and McPhee arrived.

Dima was in the Dark Green and Scarlet Red of the Colonel in Chiefs, dress
uniform of the Preobrazhensky Life Guards Regiment, the regiment I had
promoted him to. McPhee was in a black tuxedo with a black bow tie, evening
dress.

Dima stepped forwards, "You look very smart, your Imperial Highness."

I saw McPhee look away. All this was obviously still troubling him. He
waited until Dima went to get us all a glass of Champagne; yes another
one. He thought it would help steady our nerves.

"Forts, it's not too late to stop all this madness."

I took his hand and squeezed it. Wishing I communicate telepathically with
him. Dima returned with the glasses of bubbles and proposed yet another
toast, "To the restoration of the Romanovs."

McPhee barely spoke, "The restoration of the Romanovs." I noticed he didn't
drink from his glass, just put it down when he thought no one was watching.

Dima drained his, "Well, shall we make our way?"

I nodded. Masters hadn't taken his eyes off of me. He opened the door as we
approached. "Please, allow me, Your Imperial Highness."

"Thank you." He gave me a wink and thrust his chin forward and winked
again. Boy, that meant a lot to me.

*

I took a deep breath as we stood outside the room. How I wished Davy was by
my side. The doors slowly swung open. Before I moved, there was a fanfare
of trumpets. As it came to an end the strains of "God Save the Tsar" met
me. I glanced at Dima; he was nodding, smiling; Chris wasn't.

As the anthem came to an end, a clear voice announced, "His Imperial
Highness, Tsar Nicholas III."

I exhaled and stepped into the room. My senses were overwhelmed by the wall
of applause. I glanced round. I barely recognised anyone. My eyes focused
on the two SS Officers standing with Vassiiliov and Jules.

Jules crossed to meet me, "Your Imperial Highness." He leant into my ear,
"Forts." That caused me to smile.

"Come on, I want to introduce you to some of your supporters." I glanced
back. Masters was standing just inside the now closed doors, his eyes
slowly taking in everyone who was present.

As Jules led me down the line of guests, my head was filled with titles. At
least two Marquises, four Earls, three Viscounts and several Barons, but no
names that really made me think, wow. In fact, I hadn't heard of half of
them.

I was handed a glass of Champagne by Masters. I smiled at him, "Stay close
with those."

He nodded, "Certainly Your Imperial Highness."

Jules grinned at me. I smiled back, "Who is the chap you said I would be
meeting... The one who couldn't make it last night?"

He tapped his nose again. "You will see soon." He chuckled, "I am not sure
if he has to bow to you, or you to him."

I could see Masters was listening closely, he gave me a sly nod. I
continued circulating, accepting the warm greetings and promises of
support.

I tried to avoid Books and Daluga, but Vassiiliov brought them both over to
me. They both gave me the Hitler salute, I froze, there was no way I was
going to return that, I just nodded. I got another reassuring nod of
Masters as he sensed my unease. I smiled, "Gruppenfuhrer, how nice to meet
you again."

"And you, Your Imperial Highness."

There was no way I would ever tell them to call me Forts. Just as soon as I
could, I excused myself from their company. "Gentlemen, you will excuse
me. I must continue to circulate."

They both bowed as I moved on. Re-joining Dima and Chris, I saw Dima was
thoroughly enjoying himself. Chris wasn't.

I was beginning to think that this person, whoever he was, was going to be
a no show when the same chap who announced me called the room to
attention. We all turned to face the door. Jules came and stood by my
side. I felt Vassiiliov appear on my other, easing Dima, out of the way. I
looked round for Chris. He was standing at the back, still facing the
floor.

The two trumpeters put their instruments to their lips. As the Royal
fanfare was blasted out, they walked in. I felt myself swallow.

"His Royal Highness King Edward VIII."

Jules whispered in my ear, "He will be restored to the throne when all this
is sorted out."

I didn't get a chance to reply, as McPhee gasped. "Christ, it's the Duke of
Windsor!"

His uncle glared round at him. The room erupted in polite applause as
Jules, just like he had with me, crossed to welcome... Er, the King.

He brought him straight over to me. I had no idea what the protocol was.

Edward was smiling as he reached out his hand, "Jules was just telling me,
I don't know if I bow to you or you to me, either." He laughed and shook my
hand, "I am very pleased to meet you at long last. I have been watching you
for some time. I was very sorry to hear about the death of your wife,
Theodora." I was going to correct him, but Jules shook his head. Edward
continued, "But a blessing, she left you with a son and heir, young Prince
Drageon. Soon we will be calling him the Tsesarvich."

I had lost my voice. Edward smiled, "Surprised to see me, I see."

I felt myself nod. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"I hear you were at Balmoral. I hope that stuttering brother of mine and
that awful wife of his made you welcome."

I wasn't sure how to answer that, I just nodded slightly.

He chuckled and turned to greet Vassiiliov, "Prince Helix, good to see you
again. How are you enjoying living under the rule of our friends?" He
nodded towards the Germans.

Vassiiliov smiled, "All the better when I get to meet true gentlemen and
Royals like yourself again, Your Highness."

Jules interrupted, "You will remember Gruppenfuhrer Books and Oberfuhrer
Daluga. Both of the Nazis gave him the Hitler salute.

I couldn't believe it. King Edward returned it. "I do. Very good to see you
both again, gentlemen. It's been too long."

Books smiled, "Hopefully not too much longer."

Edward smiled, "Let's hope so. Especially now we have Grand Duke
Drageonivanov with us now."

They all looked at me, nodding. Jules spoke again, "Sir, let me introduce
you to everyone else."

I watched as he led King Edward off to meet some of the other
guests. Masters stood close to me, handing me another drink, "Well done. It
is nearly all over now."

I wasn't sure what that meant. Did he mean the doors were going to burst
open and everyone would be arrested? I had no idea.

A short time later, as I grew more nervous wondering what was going to
happen, the room was called to order once more. I was invited to stand next
to Edward, who addressed the room.

"Gentlemen, our hour has come. You have all now met the final piece of our
carefully crafted jigsaw, the future Tsar Nicholas III. He will reignite
the Russian royalist spirt. With his support, I have no doubt Great Britain
and the Empire will join forces with our true brothers in Europe, Nazi
Germany. With our Fuhrer leading us, we will turn and crush the Bolshevik
scum and instal Tsar Nicholas III to his rightful place as Tsar of all the
Russias."

The room erupted in clapping. Eventually, Edward managed to get them to
quieten down.

'Now, I want you all to go home and await the call. Thank you all and God
bless you all.'

More clapping. I had lost sight of Chris. I eventually saw him sitting
downcast in one of the chairs. I was about to go over to him, when I was
led away by Dima and Vassiiliov.

Thirty minutes later, the evening came to a close. Jules came over to me,
"Well now you know."

I nodded, "Yes, but I am not sure what happens next."

Jules took my arm. "You go back to Castle Fraser and wait. And remember not
a word to anyone."

I nodded again.

*

I returned to my room with an ebullient Dima. He just kept ginning and
punching my arm, "You're Tsar. You're Tsar. God, do you believe it?"

We shared a few more drinks and, feeling tired, I called an end to the
evening. Suddenly the radio was turned on and, quite loud, Masters came and
sat down next to me.

"Right, listen! You leave tomorrow at lunchtime. Remember to say
nothing. You saw how high up this goes."

"But what happens now?"

"That's not your concern. You will never speak of it again. Do you
understand?"

I nodded, "But what about Dima and McPhee?"

"You have to ensure they say nothing. Especially Prince Dima."

"But Chris' uncle, Jules?"

"Is a traitor. He will be offered the gentlemen's way out."

Oh God.

"But the Germans and Vassiiliov?"

"No concern of yours now. Remember, you know nothing, Forts," That was the
first time he had used my name. "Look, you have to know nothing, or, well,
I am sure you can work it out." He hesitated, "Personally, I want to thank
you and wish you all the best for your future. I am sorry I was a bit hard
on you. But the King was right, your involvement brought out a lot of the
rats into the light. The Country owes you a debt of gratitude, young man."

I forced a smile, "Thank you. And thank you too, for keeping me on
track... I suppose I don't get to know your real name."

"I am afraid not." He stood, "Good luck, your Imperial Highness. Denis will
be along soon. This is the last time we will speak."

He gave a curt head, bowed, smiled, winked, and left.

*

Denis appeared moments later. He helped me get undressed and into bed.

I lay unable to sleep. I think I was just dropping off when I heard a heavy
thud, thud, thud, followed by an explosion. The room illuminated. There was
a loud whoosh, and the windows rattled. I leapt out of bed and ran to the
window, peering out into the night. There was the marked-out temporary
runway once more. This time, though, there was a pile of burning debris at
one end. I ducked as my room shook as I recognised the roar of a Merlin
engine, its blue engine exhausts firing out from the engine
cowling. Christ, it was a Spitfire.

I ran for the door in my nightshirt, I pulled it open. A dark figure was
standing in the corridor just outside my door. "Return to bed Your Imperial
Highness."

"But a plane has crashed."

"Return to bed, your Imperial Highness," he repeated.

I stepped back into my room and closed the door.


**

McPhee takes up the story

I don't know how they didn't see me. I was only sitting in one of the
armchairs. Most people had now left, including King Edward, the traitor.

I heard uncle Jules speaking to Vassiiliov and the two SS Officers. The
Nazis were enthusiastically thanking him for hosting the event and for
convincing the Grand Duke of his role.

Books laughed, "Vassiiliov, you can stop frowning now. I have told you,
Prince Drageon will never assume the throne. That's yours once Britain
joins us."

They all laughed. I was about to stand, but something made me remain
seated. The two Germans left, leaving Jules and Vassiiliov.

My uncle sounded genuine when he spoke, "It is a shame about Drageon. I
liked him... alas, he is too nice for all this."

The door burst open. "Don't move." I vaguely recognised the voice, God, who
was it?

"Masters, have you gone mad?" My uncle sounded stunned.

"Don't move. You traitor. You Vassiiliov, over here."

"But..."

"Get over here. Don't worry, the British don't shoot unarmed civilians or
Russian Princes."

I remained frozen in my chair, trying to make myself as small as
possible. I heard a commotion as Vassiiliov was obviously led out. The door
closed.

"You, on the other hand, your Grace. Well, King George offers you the
gentlemen's way out. I strongly recommend you take it."

I heard a clump as something heavy was laid on the table.

"The game is up, your Grace. You have lost."

There was an explosion from outside the window. I heard the curtains being
pulled open. My uncle cried, "My God."

"No, an RAF Spitfire. Your German friends are dead, your Grace. I will give
you five minutes."

I heard the footsteps as Masters left the room, leaving my uncle supposedly
alone.

I stood up. Jules glanced round. I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks,
"Uncle, why?"

"Oh, my dear boy. I am sorry you had to hear all this." He picked up the
pistol and put it to his temple.

I screamed out, "No uncle, please."

He smiled at me, "I love you Chris," and closed his eyes.

The noise was deafening. My nose was instantly hit by the smell of
gunpowder. The door opened again. Masters came in just as I reached my
uncle.

"Leave him." He barked.

"Fuck off." I broke down, cradling him in my arms.


**

Forts continues the story

I peered out of the window at the burning wreckage, then winced as I heard
the rapport of a gun. At that precise moment, everything flashed before me,
I really thought I was next.

I jumped out of my skin as my door opened. I think I even cowered down.

"Forts, it's okay. You're safe. Nothing is going to happen to you."

I looked up, "Gethin, it's you."

I ran at him, embracing him in my arms as I broke down. He stroked and
kissed my head as he held me.

"Forts, you're safe. Don't worry, I am here to protect you. My poor boy,
what have they put you through?"

"How did you know?"

Gethin hugged me tighter, "Well, it's all secret, really. But Callum was
asked to put a couple of Spitfires on standby patrol above here. He thought
it was a strange request and contacted me for a confirmation. It is lucky
we are both in charge of the airfields up here. It all sounded very
strange. I made some enquires, didn't like what I was being told. Made more
enquires, getting nowhere really. Then I received a phone call from George,
Duke of Kent, remember he is a high-ranking RAF Officer. Well, you had just
met him at Balmoral, he said he had met you and hoped you would be
okay. Hearing that and your name mentioned got me worried. I finally banged
heads and was told what was happening. So, I came up to supervise things
myself and here I am."

"So, it was one of your planes that shot down the Germans."

Gethin winked, "Now you know I can't answer that.. I have already told you
too much." He squeezed me again "... what German plane?" He winked once
more, this time nodding.

"I am afraid you are going to have to revert to His Highness the Grand Duke
again now." Gethin ruffled my hair.

"I never wanted to be Tsar, anyway."

Gethin nodded.

"Forts, I have sent for Denis and Dima. I am sorry to say McPhee is in a
bit of a state. When his uncle was confronted by Masters, he chose to shoot
himself... Chris was in the room and saw it. I am taking you all back to
Castle Fraser tonight."

"McPhee, God, is he okay?" I began to sob again... "This is all my fault."

Gethin took hold of my cheek and stared straight into my eyes. "No, it's
not. Now come on, your friends need you."

I bit my lip, just as there was a knock on the door.


**

The phone rang out into the night, Rhys Evans leapt out of the bed. He was
the night duty staff member on duty. He grabbed his dressing gown and
hurried along to the staffroom, snatching the telephone from its cradle.

"Hello, Castle Fraser... No, it's Mr Evans, I am the night duty staff
member... Mr MacDonald is in bed. Who is speaking, please?... Air Marshall
Evans' staff officer?... God, Gethin is my brother... Is he okay?... Oh,
thank God... Sorry, yes, of course... I will wake Athol straight away."

Rhys put down the phone and ran all the way to get Athol. A few moments
later, Athol was standing by the phone, Archie by his side, both in their
nightshirts.

"Athol MacDonald speaking... A message from Air Marshall Evans?... Please
go ahead... What, he is coming here tonight?... He should be here in two
hours... His Highness Prince Drageon... sorry you broke up. Can you repeat
that? He is bringing them all back?... Sorry I don't understand... uh-uh,
he will explain all... But he wants me to get Davy, Robert, and Harding all
to be there when he arrives?... Certainly. Yes, thank you."


**

Athol continues the story

Archie and I hurried to get dressed. I sent Rhys to get the boiler going in
the kitchen and to hunt for biscuits. We waited an hour before Archie and I
went to wake everyone up.

We were faced with a barrage of questions, none of which we could
answer. We would all just have to wait until they got back.

Archie and Davy were standing by the window, looking out from behind the
blackout curtain. "That's his car, that's Forts' Rolls Royce." Davy called
out, rushing for the door.

I stopped him, "Davy, Gethin asked me to keep everyone here. He wants to
speak to us all before he brings them in."

"But..."

"Davy, no buts."


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