Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 20:15:45 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tom Browning's Schooldays 59

			 Tom Browning's Schooldays

				    By

				   Joel

			     Chapter FiftyNine


Saturday came suddenly as we were awakened by the noise of Jabez and Mehmet
bearing our pitchers of hot water. At least Jabez was the one who clanged
his pitcher down on the hearth.  Both of us had slept well, though excited
about the coming day, and we were alert as soon as we woke.  We were told
we should wash carefully and make sure we cleaned behind our ears.  It was
a great pity I could not reach down out of the bed to find a boot to fling
at Jabez's retreating figure.  We did hear that Karem was already helping
the young ones to wash and dress.  So a comforting visit to the jakes
preceded the chore of washing which we were busily engaged in when Jabez
returned alone.

     "I have left Mehmet with Karem to ready those boys," he said with a
laugh.  "They are talking with such excitement it was enough to rattle
one's brains."

     If truth were told I was excited, too, my eldest brother was to be
married!  I had attended a number of weddings in our parish church at
Careby but nothing as grand as this.  I was now ready to dress.  New
shirts, underclothes and white cravats were laid out ready.  Jabez brushed
down our tailcoats though they looked spotless.  We would be wearing the
shoes purchased this week and Jabez produced a box with silver buckles in
to clip to the front.  Finally, he tied our cravats for us and fixed them
with the new silver pins.

     "Do not spill grease from your breakfast on anything," he warned as we
peered at each other so neat and tidy.  He said that he and the other
servants would be dressing in new livery as soon as breakfast was over.  He
smiled.  "There has been no expense spared to make this a great day."  I
winked at Robin and patted my pocket.  His signet ring was safely there.
He nodded.  I knew mine was in his pocket.

     Just before seven o'clock we collected the three youngsters, who were
also in immaculate new suits, and processed down to the breakfast room.
Paolo and a cousin were serving breakfast and Uncle Dodd and Erasmus were
already there.  We were greeted warmly and told to make a good repast as
luncheon, or the Wedding Breakfast, would not be until one o'clock.  As we
were handed our plates of bacon, eggs, kidneys and fresh bread so Lancelot
appeared.  He was also most neatly attired and sported the cravat pin.  He
smiled at us.

     "Thank you, boys, I feel like a gentleman today!" he said pointing to
the pin.  Both Uncle Dodd and Erasmus harumphed.  They were both in new
suits, too, but unadorned, plain clergy black.

     "No flasks of creatures in your pockets, eh?" Uncle Dodd asked.  I
knew he meant the leeches which had appeared numerous times when he had to
treat contusions and the like.

     "Father, a physician never knows when he might be called upon, but the
answer is 'no' for today," he said airily.  "I will have balms and
purgatives ready here for those who might overindulge."  He looked at his
brother.  "Rass, you must not stint yourself as in the past.  I am glad to
see you now with a healthy appetite."

     "Thank you, brother dear," Rass said with a smile.  "I must get myself
in readiness for the joys of the St Mark's High Table, though I will not
take on the gluttonous role of Doctor Percival."  I remembered the etching
of fat dons which Uncle Dodd had on his study wall!

     Lancelot gave a snort of laughter.  "He was a good thirty stone!  I
heard that when he died they had to lower his coffin from his window for
the stairs were too narrow."

     Uncle Dodd nodded.  "He was already an ox when I was a Fellow but he
lasted well."

     "Good food never felled an ox," my father said as he entered the room.
"Good day to you all, and some of you look like Pharaoh's thin kine though
there be but five of you."  He waved us down as we five boys began to rise
from our seats politely.  He rubbed his hands.  "I will say I shall enjoy
this day.  Two daughters already off my hands and now a son.  But I fear
not, sons always need their father's purse to be at the ready." His pat on
my back was none too gentle but I knew he was in the best of humours.

     "Sam, take a seat or you will be weak through hunger and Mr Milton has
written ''tis miserable to be weak', and we cannot have misery today," said
Uncle Dodd holding up his fork with a succulent-looking kidney speared on
it.

     "That I will not be," father said and looked at the plate placed
before him.  "Master Bartoli, please convey to your grandfather my praise
for all he has provided us with on this visit.  It is a pity he is not in
charge of the Wedding Breakfast but he will have opportunity to savour the
offerings there."

     "Sir, thank you, I will tell him when I go down," Paolo said and
bowed.

     There was a comfortable silence while all the males did full justice
to a fine repast.

     As we stood to leave my father addressed the three young ones.  "Are
you ready for your duties?" he said with a great smile.  They all nodded.
"And you two," he said to Robin and me, "You are to shepherd Peter and
Philemon according to their mother.  She, I am informed, will be attending
Elizabeth and so cannot be responsible for those two ragamuffins."

     Oh dear, that may mean that Robin and I could not sit together as no
doubt the pair would wish to sit between us.  Something would have to be
arranged.

     As we left we were admonished to keep tidy and we had to parade no
later than twenty-five minutes past nine and the gong would be sounded
before to mark the time.

     The five of us repaired to Robin's and my room and though excited all
had a book to peruse from the piles given to us by Uncle Digby.  Robin
remarked that James looked like the young Cicero studying his book so
seriously and I wondered where he had heard or read that himself.  We heard
a church clock strike quarters then nine o'clock.  As all five would need
to use the water closet it was thought best to begin then so that when the
quarter struck we would inspect each other and be downstairs by the time
the gong sounded.  I said it was just like a military operation and Freddy
said 'Aye, aye, Captain' which Philip said sounded naval rather than
military.

     We were downstairs as planned before the gong sounded.  My mother
inspected us from buckled shoes to neat hair, even Lancelot who would be
travelling in the coach with us.  She nodded approvingly and said we should
wait in the Library until called to our coach.  The servants then appeared
in their new green and gold livery, each carrying their black cloaks and
tricorn hats.  We would have Jabez and Paolo as postillions on our coach
with Jacobson and Natty driving.  My father poked his head in and laughed
as he saw us all lined up from tall Lancelot to James an inch or so shorter
than Philip and Freddy.  Our cloaks and hats were handed to us as we went
down the front steps to be met by a most wondrous sight.

     Our polished and gleaming coaches also had two mounted troopers at the
front of each with two bringing up the rear. A mounted officer raised his
sword in greeting.  Of course, it was Cornet of Horse Geoffrey Lascelles.
I saw the beaming smile Rosamund gave him as he bowed his head and sheathed
his sword.  Lancelot was laughing as we six settled ourselves in the padded
seats.  "Enjoy this, my lads.  It is not often you ride in the Colonel's
carriage with a mounted escort!"  All of us were at a loss to reply.

     As we moved off from Charles Street into Berkley Street I knew we
would travelling along Piccadilly to take the Strand towards Fleet Street
and St Paul's as I had heard this discussed at the table last night.  Our
procession also excited interest from the other users of the road and those
on the pavements.  Having mounted troopers to lead the way meant that an
immediate path was cleared with many shouts, mostly good-natured except for
one or two hackney carriage drivers who gave us the benefit of their
colourful language when confronted by such an unusual convoy.  I hoped I
wouldn't have to construe 'ya all fine as a cow-turd stuck a primroses!' as
one rattling cove bellowed at us but it was plain enough as even James
grinned at that.  We were quite out of the ordinary with all the flummery
around us!

     It seemed no time at all before we reached Ludgate Hill and Freddy
excitedly pointed as he had spotted the looming Cathedral through the
window. More troopers were ready at the bottom of the great flights of
steps to assist us out.  At the top my brother-in-law, in preaching gown
and bands, was waiting with vergers having greeted my parents and aunts who
had already arrived in the first coach.  The three young ones were taken to
where they would wait for their part in the proceedings while Lancelot,
Robin and I were led down the length of the nave to seats in the second row
of the bridegroom's side.  My nephews were there already and sat happily
either side of Lancelot leaving me and Robin sitting together.  It was
perfect.

     Gradually many others arrived and filled the seats on either side of
the nave.  Uncle Billy arrived and was in his full General's uniform with
the sash of his Order over his shoulder.  He turned and smiled at us as he
settled in the front pew next to my parents and aunts.  It was difficult
not to keep peering round but I noted that everyone was nodding and
greeting each other and there was quite a hubbub of quiet talk. Cedric came
down the nave with his mother and, I assumed, an uncle and we smiled at
each other and I was sure he raised his eyebrows slightly. The organist was
playing quietly and Robin whispered he had hoped we might have been shown
the organ.  "Another time," I whispered back.  He smiled as I patted my
pocket.

     Time passed quickly again as there was much to see even when sitting.
The soaring arches and columns made me wonder how it was that men such as
Sir Christopher Wren imagined these great buildings before they were made.
After a visit I had made to Peterborough Cathedral with my father and
wondered at the craftsmanship Steven Goodhew had explained that the old
cathedrals and abbeys were the work of master masons who were under the
guidance of an architect who laid out the plan.  The masons were then
responsible for the construction which was done in an orderly way with the
master mason measuring out each succeeding bay with his pole.  Steven had
smiled when he said that often a building would take tens of years to
complete and that many masons never saw the final result.

     At last there was a clatter and my brother Torquil followed by Terence
and young Freddy marched down the nave.  Both my brothers were in their
uniforms and looked even more handsome than usual with great smiles as they
were greeted by most of the guests.  Uncle Dodd and Erasmus with two other
clergy came from a side aisle and the choir processed into their stalls.
The clergy took their places either side of Torquil and Terence and stood
talking to them as they looked back towards the great doors.  "Brides are
always late," whispered Lancelot over the head of Philemon seated between
him and Robin.  We heard the great clock chime eleven o'clock.  There was
quite a murmur after that and I saw two gentlemen across the aisle with the
Branscombe guests ostentatiously take out their fob watches and laugh at
each other.

     There was a further clatter as the great door was closed and the
organist began a most merry march.  Everyone turned their heads and craned
to see the bride and her attendants.  Another wondrous sight.  Elizabeth
was in a shimmering golden dress with a veil and a long train and her
father holding her arm was in his naval captain's uniform with two medals
on his chest.  Antonio and Carlo matched the gold with the colour of their
Hussar jackets as they followed her holding up the train most expertly. My
two sisters with the two other Branscombe sisters followed, with Philip and
James before them bearing dark red cushions on which rested the wedding
rings.  As they reached my brother so he handed his shining helmet to an
attentive Freddy who stared up at him as he would be his hero.

     My brother-in-law James Canning stepped forward and the service began
with his greeting and intoning of the most famous words.  Everything then
went so smoothly with prayers led by Erasmus and the actual wedding vows
conducted by Uncle Dodd arrayed very formally in gown, bands and bag-wig.
As Torquil slipped the ring onto Elizabeth's finger so Robin and I placed
our signet rings on each other's little fingers.  For the rest of the
service we held hands without anyone noticing as they were all so intent on
watching the bride and groom.

     As the newly-weds went to sign the register so the choir sang an
anthem which sounded so ethereal in that immense space.  On emerging the
whole congregation stood as the procession was reversed.  Freddy and the
Goodhew boys waited at the doors until we reached them.  "I am so happy,"
Freddy averred, "I wish my father and mother were here."

     Lancelot had wanted to walk to the Goldsmiths' Hall as he had
contended it was only a step away in Foster Lane behind the Cathedral but
he said he had been told quite firmly that for an occasion like this there
would be too many pickpockets abroad so we would all ride just those few
yards.  There were many spectators as we emerged at the top of the steps
and I could see several urchins darting amongst the crowd.  No doubt
handkerchiefs and fob watches would be their targets.

     There were many guests I recognised as we promenaded around inside the
great hall of the Goldsmiths' Company exchanging greetings.  Amongst them
were numerous ones I had seen on my previous visit to London such as the de
Veres, the MP and his wife and the Lord and Lady whose names I could not
remember. The strange Baron was in earnest conversation with one of the
kilted officers and was sporting an even more outlandish uniform than
before. I bowed my head in greeting to him and he put his hands together as
if in prayer and smiled.  I espied and greeted a number of my parents'
friends and neighbours such as the Squire and Mrs Matthews, Miss Barnes and
the Jeffersons, minus Algernon.  They must be staying with relatives or at
hotels in the City as I did not think other than, perhaps, the Jeffersons
had a London residence.  However, there were two at least I had not met
before.  They were two youngish Crossleys.  Both worked in London, one in a
Government office and the other as a senior clerk in a counting house.
They were distant kin in that they were descended from a brother of my
grandmother's father-in-law so my mother said, talking to them most
animatedly.  They smiled and said they had strict instructions from
Grandmother Crossley to send full details to her of all that happened
today.

     The magnificent hall was set out, ready for everyone to be seated,
with glittering crystal, silver tableware and shining candelabra on each of
the tables.  I knew there had been discussions who would sit at the top
table for the families of the couple.  Uncle Digby was already seated there
at the end of the table which was raised on a low dais.  I saw the Duchess
was in animated conversation with him though she left him when she was
escorted to the table just to its side as parents, sisters, my brother
Terence, various uncles and aunts were placed with bride and groom at the
top table.  We boys, with Cedric, were placed on a table just below the
main table next to that occupied by my Uncle Billy, Lancelot, Erasmus, the
Duchess and six other favoured guests. One I knew was Lady Cornwallis
seated next to Uncle Billy as she had been in the Cathedral and at the
dinner.  I saw my sister Hatty and the Reverend James were at a
corresponding table with two other clergy, their wives, Erasmus and three
Naval officers in their uniforms but no ladies with them.  Our table of ten
was completed by two other boys about my age who were introduced as
Cedric's cousins.

     Although the meal was quite sumptuous I did not think it was of the
quality of Signor Bartoli's dishes.  It was most filling with the number of
courses and each of us was allowed a glass of wine except for the young
ones who had a deep red cordial instead.  I kept casting eyes around taking
in the finery of the ladies with their fashionable dresses and sparkling
jewellery. It was truly a grand sight.  I had Philemon on one side and
Peter on the other and they were quite entranced by all that was happening
as well.  I did hear one snippet of interest which they must have heard
discussed.  "Auntie Peg can't be here," Philemon announced nodding up at
the top table.  "She's very near..."  "...'cause she is having a baby,"
added Peter from my other side.  Yes, I had heard that, too, and had
thought it was a great pity she could not attend to see her brother
married.  "What's having a baby like?" whispered Philemon much to the
amusement of one of Cedric's cousins who was next to him the other side.
He answered for me.  "It's something you mustn't ask," he said and smiled
at me over the lad's head.

     The answer did keep Philemon quiet on that matter as he had then
spotted a table at the end of the Hall.  It held a good dozen or so of the
senior servants either in livery or black suits.  The two train-bearers
were sitting either side of a quite elderly man in a plain suit wearing a
short wig.  That, I thought must be their grandfather, Signor Bartoli.
Philemon put a hand up as if to wave but obviously thought better of it.
"I can see Mister Jabez there," he whispered, "He reads to us when we visit
Aunt Fanny's house.  I like him.  He makes funny faces when he reads us a
story."  He said nothing else as he was engaged as the rest of us with
making sure we did not miss any of the delicacies being served.

     At the end of the meal when covers had been removed so a red-coated
figure stood at the end of the top table and drew everyone's attention by
making three thuds on the polished floor with the long black staff he was
carrying.  It was reminiscent of the New Year's Ball.  "My Lords, Ladies
and Gentlemen, pray silence for Captain Terence Browning."

     My brother stood and looked around the room.  "My Lords. Ladies and
Gentlemen," he repeated, "It is my most pleasant duty to propose a toast to
my brother, Torquil, and his wife, Elizabeth.  However I must say a few
words first which will no doubt embarrass him greatly."  There was a murmur
of laughter and a little applause, mainly from two tables occupied by
officers.  "As you will be aware I am his younger brother though there is
another one even younger still."  I was relieved he did not point me out
but there were surreptitiously pointed fingers from some on our table.
Vengeance will be mine I thought!  Terence continued, "As a younger brother
I have had to obey Torquil from childhood onwards though he has never found
out who poured water into his riding boots when he was twelve, nor who took
the ladder away when he was in the branches of Goodman Castle's apple tree
filling his pockets two years later.  I confess now I did re-write his
construe in a fair copy of his hand, but with several stupid errors and a
rather rude word which got him switched at the venerable age of sixteen."
He bowed to Torquil who held up a clenched fist but was smiling broadly.
"However, I would obey my most military of brothers whatever might befall
us."  He held up a filled glass.  "Please raise your glasses to toast the
happy couple, Elizabeth and Torquil, and wish them a long, happy and
prosperous life!"  He repeated 'Elizabeth and Torquil' as everyone raised
their own glasses, which during that mercifully short speech attentive
waiters had refilled.  A heartfelt 'Elizabeth and Torquil' echoed round the
Hall as all responded.

     Terence sat and Torquil rose and took his new wife's hand in his
though she still sat.  He smiled at the row of relatives, old and new,
sitting at the top table then looked down at us all who were smiling up at
him.  "My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen, including all my relations, old or
new, our friends and even that brother of mine who I am sure will now
receive extra duties."  There was quite a cheer from the tables of fellow
officers.  "I will not bore you with reminiscences of how I bested a young
scamp many times but will thank you all for being with us today.  Elizabeth
and I thank you from the bottom of our hearts for all your best wishes and
the most generous gifts we have received.  Of course, we cannot fail to
thank our parents who have raised two exceptional people..."  There were a
few catcalls at this sentiment! "...but especially for all they have done
to make this a day never to be forgotten."  He raised his glass.  "First, I
propose a toast to our parents!"  We all raised our glasses, too, in
grateful thanks, especially me for having my loving father and mother.
Robin who was sitting almost opposite me looked quite tearful but was
smiling at the same time.  Torquil hadn't finished.  "A toast to all
present and to absent friends!"  He raised his glass again and my second
glass was drained as I responded with everyone else, 'To absent friends!'.
     A great iced cake was wheeled in and placed towards the end of the top
table.  Elizabeth stood and accompanied Torquil to where it was positioned.
He unsheathed his sword and between them the first cut of the cake was
made.  Elizabeth, who was nearly as tall as Torquil, leaned up and gave him
a chaste but firm kiss on his cheek.  There was a ripple of applause at
this.  Quickly, slices of the cake were taken by three waiters and placed
in small boxes and were distributed to all the guests by four more.
Everyone sat and chatted as Elizabeth and Torquil made the rounds of each
table greeting every guest.  We were not excepted and each received a
caress or a hug from Elizabeth and a handshake from Torquil.  Robin was
especially smiled upon by both.  He was accepted fully and acknowledged as
part of the now wider family.  I saw Freddy smiling up at Torquil as his
hand was shaken and Elizabeth patted his shoulder.  Philemon was ready with
a question.  As Elizabeth patted his shoulder he looked up at her.
"Please, do I call you Auntie now?" he asked very politely and we all
forbore to giggle.  Elizabeth bent down and kissed his cheek.  "And I shall
call you nephew," she replied.  "And me!" came a request from my other
side.  Peter was kissed in turn and sat with his hands clasped together
smiling broadly.  Cedric looked at him from across the table.  "Remember,
I'm your uncle now."  There was a giggle then as Peter looked from me to
Cedric.  Another uncle was a puzzle for him.

     There was quite a hubbub as Elizabeth and Torquil returned to their
seats.  Everyone seemed to want to talk to everyone else.  Uncle Billy
beckoned me and Robin to stand by him.  "I hear you are both progressing
well at school."  He smiled.  "I know the military life is what neither of
you will want to pursue.  Remember, though, if ever you want anything the
General is at your command!"  We couldn't help but smile at this, as did
others round his table, for he then raised his left hand and twirled his
waxed moustache.  We bowed our heads in response to that instruction as
Lady Cornwallis turned and took our hands in hers.  She gave us the
sweetest of smiles.  "Do well," was her command.

     The Duchess was next as she waved her ear trumpet at us.  "I have come
well- equipped," she said as she put her other hand down to retrieve her
reticule from the floor.  An attentive flunkey picked it up and handed it
to her.  It was bigger than usual and was covered in a brightly coloured
floral pattern.  "I think there are enough," she said quite loudly making
others look in our direction.  "I counted ten on your table and boys are
always hungry."  From the depths of the bag she withdrew three handfuls of
sweetmeats and counted out ten.  "One each, Thomas, please deliver them."
Another bow of the head and a 'thank you Ma'am' from both me and Robin and
ten happy boys had a tasty present from a very kind lady.

     It was soon time for the assembled guests to depart.  Names were
called out by liveried servants as carriages and coaches arrived.  It took
time for all to be collected and I had time to make my way to the table at
the back of the Hall where I saw Jabez with Uncle Digby's four main
assistants, as I now assessed them to be.  Peter and Philemon had followed
me as Uncle Tom was supposed to be in charge of them.  "Mister Jabez,"
Philemon said as Jabez greeted them with a smile and a formal bow, "Please,
I have a new book for you to read to us."  Jabez nodded politely and said
it would give him much pleasure.  He screwed his face up then and set the
boys off laughing and they rushed off as they had espied Antonio and Carlo
who they must have known as well from their visits to Charles Street.  This
gave me the opportunity of meeting Signor Bartoli.  It was obvious he had a
presence which was not that of a servant and I made sure I greeted him both
formally and civilly saying my name.  I thanked him for all the good things
he had provided us with and he smiled and said in very accented English
that he was proud to be of service to such a family.
     There were just members of the two families left to gather together
before the last names would be called.  Cedric introduced his cousins to
Robin and me.  He did not mention we were lowly 'fags' at School but said
only that we were in the same House as he.  The two brothers were at a
school in Sussex which was near their home so they made daily journeys
there and back though these seemed to take almost three hours all told.

     There was a flurry of activity when Torquil and Elizabeth were ready
to leave.  I heard they were to stay at a new hotel in London for two
nights then travel to Careby to be there for the celebrations in the
village on Saturday next.  It was then the dreadful news was delivered.  We
boys would be leaving London early on Monday morning and would be only
staying overnight when we reached Careby Hall before departing the next
morning to Ashbourne.  Of course, School would be resuming on Thursday, but
we would not arrive there much before Saturday or Sunday so there would be
no celebrations for us!

     Coaches were at last called and after hearty handshakes from Captain
Branscombe and a delightful smile from the Honourable Constance we
assembled outside and took our places in the awaiting vehicle.  There were
many onlookers as we trundled off, but no mounted escort this time.  The
Saturday afternoon streets were full of carriages, hackney cabs, omnibuses
and many pedestrians on the footpaths.  It was odd, I thought.  However
much I enjoyed being in London I was never unhappy to return to the
country.  Even that announcement about our double journey did not
disconcert me.  I knew that Dr Johnson had said 'if a man is tired of
London he is tired of life'.  I felt that even if London contained all that
life could afford it was too clamourous, too populous, and most certainly,
too odorous for me.  A few days sufficed.  I wondered how Philip and Freddy
would settle in this city when they started their studies in art and music
quite shortly.  I and Robin would be destined for Cambridge without doubt,
but I knew that even after my three year's study there I would need to
travel to Edinburgh, Paris or Leiden to complete my training as a
physician.

     It was not quite an anticlimax arriving back at Charles Street but the
pomp and ceremony were now over.  There was but a light repast that evening
and we boys were enjoined not to stay up late.  The three young ones looked
tired though they were still ready to recall all they had seen, heard, or
even, eaten that day.  Robin and I were in our room by nine o'clock and had
a voluble Jabez to help us undress and place our clothing tidily away.

     "That was a day to remember," began one of his sentences, "'Tis a
marvel all told.  That big church!  I felt rightly humbled to sit and
listen to all those fine words and all that great music.  Your uncle, the
Rector, did say some kind things when he addressed your brother and Miss
Elizabeth." He paused and shook his head.  "Begging her pardon, I mean Mrs
Torquil Browning now.  'Twas a pity young Natty couldn't sit with us and
had to stand in the porch for the service for he was to be straightways
with the coach when it ended.  I'll make sure he hears what I saw."

     I was in my nightshirt now but went over to the table where I had
placed my gift from the Duchess.  I had plenty more to take with me to
Careby and to Ashbourne.  I picked up the sweetmeat in its wrappings.
"Please give this to Natty.  Tell him it was a gift from the Duchess," I
said.

     Both Jabez and Robin laughed.  "That I will do and I might give the
dear boy a kiss and say that was from her as well," the rogue said.  "He'll
more than likely wet his drawers at that!"

     Jabez did give both of us a peck on the cheek and we did the same to
him.  All must have been tired as Jabez bid us goodnight with a yawn,
turned off the gaslights as he went out and Robin and I slept soundly just
cuddled together.

     Sunday morning dawned but we did not rise until near half past seven
o'clock.  Mehmet brought our hot water and was much quieter than Jabez as
he entered.  We were both awake and greeted him most cordially. I said we
had seen little of him over the few days we had been here other than when
he was with the youngsters that time.  He smiled and said he had been
busily engaged with the 'young gentlemen' but Jabez had taken over that
duty this morning.  I surmised that all three would be proud of their
'young gentlemen' within a short time but had to suppress that thought as
Robin then asked if Master Branscombe had enjoyed his massage as much as
Freddy had.  Poor Mehmet reddened considerably at the question.  I had to
assume Jabez had not informed him of sharing the knowledge of Cedric's
predicament with us.

     "I have not had the pleasure of a massage," the artful Robin
continued, "Would there be time now before breakfast?" he enquired quite
brazenly.  "We were told last evening it would not be served before nine
o'clock this morning."

     I admit that Mehmet composed himself and that wonderful smile of his
was there.  "Sir, it would give me great pleasure and it need not be more
than twenty minutes or so for a simple massage.  If you would excuse me for
a moment I will fetch my oils and prepare myself."  He looked over at me
sitting up in bed.  "My brother is above in my room.  Perhaps you would
also desire a massage?"

     I certainly would!  Especially if Karem wore those tight yellow
drawers and I could spy that sadly-covered peg of his.  "That would be most
soothing," I said, "Please ask him and we will be ready with towels on the
bed."

     After Mehmet went to fetch his brother and those scented oils I knew
he would use I grinned at Robin.  "If I wagered I would say that ten to one
you would copy friend Branscombe."

     He turned and hugged me.  "I would wager one hundred to one that you
would dampen your towel before me."  He laughed.  "Let us not wager but
enjoy whatever might befall us.  I have heard so much of your experience
when last here and Mehmet seems a fine fellow."

     My shaft was already rising and I needed to piss so scrambled out of
the bed and hurried to the closet.  Robin followed me and was also in some
difficulty for we both grinned at each other when he finished and tapped
the end of his half-risen peg.

     "I must not embarrass myself," he said and screwed up his nose, "I do
not think that other boy will be disconcerted should you disgrace
yourself."  He laughed as he could not remain serious.

     I had not known Robin to be so wanton!  Here he was with two servants
who he had not known before this visit and he was ready to even contemplate
something which would shame most young men.  We could not question
Branscombe of his experience but he was older and seemed not to be abashed
from what Jabez had told us.  I had seen our rampant response that last
time and, no doubt, I would not be able to contain myself, so come what
may!  I could console myself that we would not be the first to spurt under
such circumstances!

     We removed the coverlet and placed two good towels each close to the
edges of the bed.  I placed two more logs on the fire to make a good blaze
though the room was quite warm already.  A rap on the door announced the
arrival of the pair.  As before they had those silken robes covering
themselves and I saw their legs were bare and they had soft black slippers
on their feet.

     Robin had not seen Karem before so I introduced him and Karem bowed
low and held his hands together palms upward in greeting.  He said he had
been very busy at the Baths but now had duties here at Charles Street.  He
looked at me and smiled and then flexed his fingers.  Mehmet was also
smiling as he placed the flasks of oil he was carrying on the side table
then bowed his head also in greeting.  "Please, sirs," he said, "If you lie
on the bed we can begin."

     We did as required and I watched as both divested themselves of their
robes.  Both were bare other than those tight drawers.  This time Mehmet
had green and Karem a light bronze pair.  In no time they had started on
our shoulders having poured a little sweet- smelling oil on us.  I closed
my eyes and luxuriated in the soothing feelings as Karem expertly pressed
and kneaded my muscles as he worked downwards.  He moved back up and my
arms were soon under his fingers.  My buttocks were next and that was when
I could not control my unruly shaft.  It hardened and I had to wriggle to
make myself comfortable.  I turned my head to look at Karem.  He smiled and
nodded.  I looked down at him and I was certain his own peg was swelling.
I looked back up and he shrugged his shoulders slightly.  Seeing his young
muscles move and tauten set me into a more heightened state.

     My thighs and lower legs were dealt with by Karem using first the
edges of his hands in chopping movements which rapidly changed to the
kneading and I felt all tension disappear.  That is, except for one
particular part of me.  Even when his thumbs massaged the soles of my feet
I did not squirm though usually I was extremely ticklish there.

     Now I had to turn over.  Mehmet and Karem must have matched in their
efforts for Robin and I turned as one as Branscombe and I had on the
previous occasion.  The wantonness had continued for Robin was as stiff in
that part as I was!  Neither of us attempted to put covering hands over for
the industrious pair were already pouring oil on us and our chests,
stomachs and lower bellies were under attack.  Hands passed our stiff pegs
flat against our bellies as our legs were then given final attention.
Perhaps it was the speed at which our massage had taken place that
prevented any slight disgrace.  I glanced over at Mehmet and sure enough
there were signs of arousal there also.

     However, there were smiles all round.  I had a half-sovereign each for
Mehmet and Karem and two naked oily lads hugged two most muscular others
thanking them for the experience.  I knew that Mehmet would be accompanying
Jabez when Aunt Fanny came to Careby after the Season ended.  I would have
to promise Karem a visit as well.  Of course, he could escort young Philip
when he returned from his studies.  It would be much easier when the
railway was completed.  When that would be I did not know?  Rowley Roberts
had said the surveyors had been seen so that time must be close. Perhaps I
could enquire of Uncle Digby if opportunity arose today.

     Our pitchers of water had been placed in the hearth so the two lads
filled our bowls.  They stayed to lather our backs to remove the oil and
after we had rinsed the soap there and on our fronts and legs they gently
dried us with the towels.  They bowed after replacing their robes and left
us all having broad smiles.  It was a matter of moments before Robin and I
were on the bed our mouths seeking those prizes which soon yielded our
pent-up juices in youthful abundance.  As we shared those gifts we hugged
and rubbed our still engorged selves with thrusts and bucking of our hips
against each other.  In that state of even more heightened arousal two
further spurtings occurred.  As we parted we were now fully relaxed with
Robin complaining we would have to wash again and the water was cooling.  I
slapped his bare backside and asked if he thought our exploits were not
worth that slight inconvenience.  "If you use your washcloth on me I would
be more than satisfied," he said and I was bussed again.

     It was then somewhat of a scramble as we tried to lave each others
bellies and chests at the same time until I slapped his arsecheeks again,
this time with the wet washcloth.  "Stand still," I commanded, "As the
elder I will wash the baby first!"  The unruly child immediately thrust
himself against me so our pizzles clashed.  Luckily, or unluckily for him,
I had the washcloth still and belaboured him until a dance round an
armchair let him evade me.  We were both laughing as we found suitable
clothes for church this morning.  I wondered where it would be though I had
spied a tower on one of our journeys and the chimes we heard must come from
there.

     Even with the adventures we still had time to sit awhile and peruse
another book from the pile which Uncle Digby had gifted us.  Robin yawned.
"I have slept well..."  "...but you have tired yourself since waking," I
continued.  "Young boys showing their prowess twice in the morning."

     He laughed.  "I noted you said 'boys' for that includes you," he said
and waved the volume he was holding at me.

     Truly said but I felt quite fresh and it certainly was not the first
time two lads had enjoyed such a time together.  Praise be and a hope of
many more times!  I just smiled and nodded at him.

     We heard the three-quarter chime and readied ourselves for the descent
to the breakfast room.  As usual there was a clatter outside and a
commanding knock at the door.  I got up and strode over and opened it.  Of
course, it was the three youngsters with Jabez carrying some stave of
office which he had used to rap on the door.  "Master Frederick says I
would make a good churchwarden," he said with a feigned look of
incomprehension, "but the only churchwarden I know is the long pipe Mr
Browning smokes."  A good lie.  Jabez had been poked in his ribs by Goodman
Andrews one of our churchwardens on more than one occasion when he feigned
sleep rather than the present incomprehension!

     "Then you will learn today," I said feigning sternness, "No doubt you
will accompany us and if a man with a long stave should see you are unruly
or not paying attention to the sermon he will take action."  I made jabbing
movements with a pointed finger.

     Freddy was laughing.  "I know Mr Jabez is making a jest.  I would wish
our footman was more like him.  He never smiles."

     Jabez waved the stave.  "Young sir, you call me a footman?  I am but a
lowly bootboy given the task of keeping young gentlemen clean and tidy."
He put on a humble voice.  "I must do well or Milady will cast me out on
the street and I will have to sweep the crossing again for tuppence a day."

     Freddy was not misled.  "Then I will take you with me to School and
you can make me laugh for thruppence a day and you can bring that snake to
frighten Lawson!"

     Jabez shook his head and put on a sad face.  "Nay, kind sir, you would
soon tire of your poor jester and then you would cast me out to live in the
stables with all those broken- down old nags and one day they would mistake
me and send me to the knacker's yard."

     James had been listening and giggling at this exchange.  "I warrant
you would make a good pot of glue and Mr Hine could sell you for tuppence a
jar."

     Jabez turned on him with a mock sense of rage.  "Ungrateful boy!  I
have seen you washed and dressed this morning even with those stockings
turned inside out to make them seem clean!"

     "That they are not!" riposted James, holding up a leg displaying a
good white stocking.  "Tuppence a jar?  More like one penny!"

     "What do you mean 'old nags'?" I entered the fray.  "I shall have to
inform my father of your opinions as at least four good mounts of his are
stabled there."

     Jabez was not abashed.  "Master Tom, once ridden by such as this young
gentleman they would be no more good than for a tinker's dray."

     Freddy was also giggling now.  "I would use you then as my pony.  A
good bridle and a whip to set you going would be sufficient!"

     "Is that so, young sir," said Jabez handing the stave to Philip.  He
caught hold of Freddy and in one move hoisted him up onto his shoulders.
"Just say gee-up and we will be on our way!"

     Freddy was enjoying this.  "Whoa, Dobbin!" he called out, "Who will
offer me five pounds for this fine beast?"

     We were disturbed then by Lancelot coming along the corridor.  He must
have overheard the last interchange.  "Five pounds!" he exclaimed. "I
warrant old Dobbin would win a hundred pound gallop at Newmarket any day."

     "Nay, Doctor Lancelot," Philip said with a grin, "I would lay good
odds he would trip and fall before he had gone a hundred yards."

     Lancelot laughed.  "And what do you know of odds, young man?"

     "I have heard Goodman Perkins bemoaning his losses and he not knowing
whether he was six to four on or against."

     Lancelot was laughing even more.  "Young man, Goodman Perkins is too
stupid a fellow to understand that and if you are aware of such things I
would not venture to make a book with you."

     This was most bemusing to the rest of us except for Jabez.  "I would
not take odds like that either way but evens for getting this lad off my
back and down to breakfast."

     Lancelot thumped Jabez on the back.  "Come down, Frederick, your mount
is tiring I fear."  He helped the lad down who then clung to Jabez's arm.

     "Thank you, I will have much to relate when I return to school,"
Freddy said, "Lawson says his father wagers and loses often and throws a
temper and he says he would not lay out good money to lose it like that."

     "Well said for your friend," said Lancelot, "There is little certainty
in wagering unless the outcome is true such as we know that breakfast is
ready to be served and my stomach tells me I am ready, too."

     "Good," said Robin who had been nudging me at the antics of Freddy and
Jabez.  "I wager I will be at the table before any of you!"

     He was true to his word as he rushed off towards the staircase and
when we arrived much more sedately he was seated with Paolo handing him a
filled plate.

     Rass joined us a little later and said his father and my father were
taking breakfast in Uncle Digby's study with him.  He informed us we would
attending the service at eleven o'clock at St George's Hanover Square as
that had a good reputation for the orderliness of its worship and he was
also acquainted with the curate there.

     Breakfast over we went back to our rooms, lazed about and read.  At
ten o'clock there was a rap at the door and there stood Cedric with Mr
Topping at his heels.  "Let me in!" he said dramatically.  "My mother is in
tears having lost a daughter to some military man.  My sister Isabella is
in tears as she thinks that other captain will have eyes for another if she
returns to Canterbury when the Season is done and Jane is in tears as she
doesn't wish to return to live with my aunt!  What is a poor boy to do?"

     "Sir," said Mr Topping bowing his head, "There is little one can do
with ladies when they fall to weeping or have the vapours.  Take my advice
and keep yourself a good arm's length or more away, preferably a mile or
two."  He turned on his heel and marched off back towards the staircase.

     Cedric was shaking his head.  "This house is strange.  There are
servants but why do I think they are not servants?"

     What could I say.  It was true.  I was more aware even just on these
two visits that other enterprises were being conducted and the footmen were
more than ordinary retainers.  Even now I was sure Jabez was being tested
with tasks which would lead to higher things.  I could trust both Robin and
Cedric not to divulge anything further but I would not share too many
thoughts.  "I would say my Uncle has interests which have to do with the
government.  His injuries were sustained when he was in government employ
in Florence and I would surmise he is still in that employment."

     Cedric nodded.  "I think my father is of that opinion, too.  He said
this morning I should listen carefully to all Sir Digby tells me as he is
sure it would not harm my future in Her Majesty's service to be under his
wing.  My father is very astute and I saw them in close conversation after
the luncheon yesterday and Sir Digby was looking in my direction several
times."

     "You are also most astute also to have noted that," Robin said, "I am
not breaking any confidences when I say I heard some of that conversation.
Sir Digby asked your father if you had truly chosen your career and he said
he had every confidence you would be a naval man.  I am sure Sir Digby had
another look in your direction when your father said that and then smiled."

     "Robin," I said forgetting I might be letting a cat out of the bag, "I
think you should also join any enterprise of Uncle Digby's, too!"  He just
grinned and Cedric was nodding slowly.

     To change the subject I asked Cedric if arrangements had been made for
him to accompany us back to Ashbourne.  His nodding slowed and stopped.
"Yes, I am destined to join the caravan tomorrow for which I am grateful.
My chest is being packed at this very moment.  I have clean clothing in
abundance and enough sweetmeats and chocolate to keep Maitland's mouth
occupied rather than him ranting on about my tardiness.  Oh, and there is
soap and enough soft paper to keep my arse clean until the term ends!"

     Both Robin and I laughed.  I imagined the mounds of soft paper
required for that most necessary task but did not comment.  Perhaps later!
But then, our chests were still waiting to be packed.  There would be much
scurrying this afternoon I was sure.  I pointed to the pile of books as
well as several parcels and packages of things we had purchased, of course,
mostly things to be eaten.  "That will all be a task for this afternoon."
I heard the church clock chime the hour.  Ten o'clock.  "Will you be
joining us for church this morning?" I asked Cedric most politely

     The nodding started again.  "Oh yes, I forgot to tell you.  That
man...," He meant Mr Topping I assumed.  "...said carriages would be at the
doors of both houses at half past ten.  I am ready now, my cloak and hat
are below."  He bowed his head.  "May I accompany you?"

     "Sir," said Robin most unctuously, "That would be our pleasure."
Cedric sneered at that kind sentiment.

     As we tarried longer I realised I was thinking more of him as Cedric
than as Branscombe.  It was something I would have to remedy once we were
back at Ashbourne.

     The service was most orderly, as Rass had said, with prayers said
distinctly and two hymns and a short sermon which was pleasing.  I heard
Aunt Fanny say to my mother that it was becoming quite a fashionable church
but she preferred the smaller chapel-at-ease nearer their house but thought
it better to show the families today as news of the wedding would be prime
gossip.  I had noted there were several ladies who nodded and then
whispered as we both entered and left the church.  Gossip!  That had
reminded me of Freddy's noting that the lady with Mr Gowring was...  What
was her name?  Not Mrs East as she had been introduced.  Yes, I remembered.
Mrs Ingleby!  There was only one person I could ask about this and that was
Lancelot.  If he was returning to Careby with us I could broach the
subject, perhaps.

     After luncheon Aunt Fanny took Freddy off not only to play the
pianoforte but also to write to his mother detailing all he had seen and
done this past week.  As we sat and read in the comfortable Library I noted
that Philip was not with us.  James informed me Philip had asked Mehmet if
he would allow him to draw him and was in their bedroom.  I had also noted
an amount of to-ing and fro-ing around my Uncle Digby's study.  Two rather
swarthy gentlemen in heavy riding-cloaks and strange close-fitting hats had
been ushered in when I had left the Library in search of a convenient
indoor privy as I needed a piss.  Mr Topping must have spotted my curiosity
as he closed the door to the study hurriedly and stood almost as a sentinel
outside.  He did nod in my direction and smiled.

     Philip appeared just as the tea trolley was brought to the Library by
Paolo.  He had a broad grin and was carrying his usual rolled-up paper.
After filling our plates and carrying cups of tea we crowded round as
Philip went to the Library table and with Robin's help unrolled the sheet.
It was a fine piece of paper some fourteen inches square.  They weighted it
down with a pen-holder, an inkstand and two small brass weights from the
scales there.  Philip pointed down at it.  "I was able to attach it to an
easel which was in the corner of the bedroom," he said as he moved one of
the weights and smoothed the page.  When I had been in their room I had
noticed an easel in the corner and as there were several framed ink
drawings on the walls I had guessed the easel and drawings were Nicholas's
left behind when he went to America.

     What was now revealed was a sketch of Mehmet's head, chest and
shoulders.  He must have partially undressed for Philip to have drawn such
detail of muscles on his chest and arms.  "It is not finished," Philip
said, "I had only time to make this beginning..."  This 'beginning' was
already in my eyes a finished drawing.  "...I have it in my head and with
this good light here I can continue."

     Our books were forgotten as Robin, James and I watched and wondered at
the artistry as Philip's pencil darted here and there filling in detail
which already had seemed finished.  "I would only wish I could have drawn
more of him," the lad murmured as he shaded an area of darkness where
Mehmet's arm joined his shoulder.  "I was afeared to ask in case he would
be offended."  No one, that is, me, commented that Mehmet naked would be a
sight for sore eyes!  Philip stood back and surveyed what he had done.  He
turned to me. "I have not seen such muscle other than in that book your
uncle gave me of that Italian Leonardo.  Even Jesse Flagg, strong as he is,
does not sport such biceps."

     "Where did you learn that word for those muscles?" I pointed to the
depiction of Mehmet's upper arm.

     "Dr Lancelot lent me one of his books on anatomy and said any good
artist should know what lies under clothing!"  Philip looked up at me and
grinned.  "Leonardo drew more than just arms and legs."

     Robin prodded him in the back.  "Who else have you drawn?"

     Philip's ears went slightly red.  "Only John Harrison as he said I
could not draw him properly if he had clothes on.  I showed him what I had
done then I tore it up and put in on the fire for he said his father might
not approve."  He grinned.  "He does not know I could make another from
what I remember!"  He looked down at his drawing and quickly shaded another
part then put down his pencil.  "I am minded to make a drawing of the boys
on the horses in the river like one in the Leonardo book.  I could give it
to Mrs Matthews though she complains about them being naked."

     "You have an evil mind," Robin said and we all laughed.

     We settled down again with books and finished off any cakes and
pastries left from our first raid.  Freddy came in looking quite radiantly
happy.  He said he had played even more pieces and had written a letter to
his mother which my Aunt Fanny would enclose with hers.  "Your aunt said
come what may I would do whatever I wanted," he said then bit his lip.  "I
do not know what my mother might say."  Robin patted the seat next to him
on the chaise longue and Freddy went and sat by him.

     "You have good friends on your side so you must not fret or worry," he
said.  Freddy smiled and then went to chose a book.

     It was not long after that Jabez came in.  He was grinning broadly.
He went over to Philip who was looking at an atlas.  "Mehmet tells me you
have had him half-naked and his religion does not allow graven images
though he says he knows not why!"

     We all looked up at this.  Philip stood and took himself and the book
over to the table.  "There is my graven image of Mehmet.  I only know we
should not bow down to such things and I know we have not!"

     Jabez followed him and stood and stared.  His mouth opened but he made
no sound.  He shook his head slowly.  "May I fetch Mehmet to show him what
you have done?"  Philip smiled and nodded.

     Jabez was gone but a minute or so and returned with Mehmet who looked
rather flustered.  He bowed low as he entered the room and was led by his
sleeve to the table and the drawing.

     Mehmet looked down and gasped.  He put his hands together as if in
prayer and pressed the tips of his fingers against his lips.  He turned as
Philip came up and joined the pair.  Mehmet reached out and put his hands
on Philip's shoulders and gave him a gentle kiss on his upturned forehead.
It was a beautiful moment.  There were tears in Mehmet's eyes as he looked
towards the other three of us who had also stood and were now behind
Philip.
     "Sirs, that is most wonderful.  That is me as I know I am."

     A strange wording but in some way young Philip had depicted Mehmet in
exactly the way Mehmet thought of himself.  Mehmet was smiling now as he
sniffed and wiped an eye with a finger.

     "That is for you to keep," Philip said to Mehmet, "but I must show it
to Aunt Dodd first for she said you were a handsome young man!"  He put his
hand to his mouth. "Perhaps I should not have said it but it is true."

     Jabez was almost convulsed with laughter while our shoulders heaved as
well.  He put an arm round Mehmet's shoulder. "I say that, too!"

     Philip then said he wanted to make a drawing of Karem as well but that
would have to wait until he came back to London.  Mehmet thanked him and
said he would give the drawing to his father to make sure it was not lost.
Jabez then announced that dinner would be served at seven thirty and we
should be sure to make ourselves clean and tidy!  Servants are not usually
chased out of rooms by a pack of unruly boys.  No, we didn't, but from the
speed he left us there was, perhaps, that thought in his mind.

     We were ready, of course, well in time for dinner.  It would be our
last evening for this visit and I am sure my Aunt Fanny wished it to be
memorable.  We gathered again in the Library and there was one extra guest.
It was Geoffrey Lascelles, not in his uniform but in evening dress as all
the males present were.  I got a nudge from Robin who had also surmised
there was a romance here as Geoffrey and Rosamund were in close
conversation.  I saw my father smiling but he made no comment.  I nudged
Robin when it was time to process into the dining room. As the young boys
had gone to escort the older ladies so Robin went over to Rosamund.  I
heard her remark to him "There are some very handsome gentlemen here this
evening!"  One could not disagree.

     Dinner was also most handsome!  There was a potage, fragrant with
herbs, followed by two courses of three entr£Ęs each.  I did forego
two of the second course as I was filling quickly and knowing there would
be sweets to follow.  All through dinner there was much merry chat and my
Uncle Digby asked each of us boys what had amused us most on our visit.  I
think we all agreed it was that strange table and Rass said it should be
set up in a public place to warn people of such charlatans as the women who
fooled so many with it.

     Uncle Digby said it did not matter how many times people were told to
beware such chicanery there were always those who were hoodwinked by such
nefarious schemes.  My father just laughed and said a fool and his money
are soon parted and I was wary he might comment on our signet rings.  No,
he had noted them after the marriage and said he was pleased to see we had
copied my brothers with theirs.  I had smiled inwardly at that for ours
tokened more.

     We boys were enjoined not to stay up late as we would be setting off
in the morning before nine o'clock.  Lancelot was anxious to return to
Careby so would be in the coach with us and my father would ride alongside.
He said my mother would stay on another day and could spend his money
happily without him being present.  However all our Careby family would be
back in time for the celebration in the village on Saturday.  That is,
except for Robin and me.  Oh, and I forgot Natty, who would be accompanying
us back to Ashbourne!

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