Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 11:41:14 +1300
From: arthur carkeek <artcart65@gmail.com>
Subject: pathos chapter 6

				  PATHOS


				 CHAPTER 6


				 BY ARTHUR



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The next two days passed by like something out of a dream world. Each
morning, after going through his normal stretching and flexibility
exercises: Andre would spend the rest of the day under a torrent of tailors
and lessons on Court Protocol.

The tailors had to outfit him for his new position as a Baron of the land
and his lessons on protocol were held by both Conrad and Aldred who were
familiar with what he would need to know for his meeting with the King.

The security for Andre's penthouse had been increased, it was now almost
impossible to enter without going through stringent security checks; the
importance of both the diary and himself had become the talk of the day in
every city on Pathos.

On the third morning, the operation of getting him and the diary to the
Palace City of Geramak safely was in full swing. The security detail looked
more like a military invasion force. Heavily armoured vehicles and fully
armed troops spread around to cover every avenue that may be used to attack
the Baron and his diary.

Nothing was left to chance, Conrad seemed to be everywhere at the same time
as he organised the convoy. Andre could only sit in the heavily armoured
limousine along with Aldred, and watch the goings on, it was still all
beyond his understanding.

The convoy of one hundred security guards stopped only once, as they sat
outside the Security Division Headquarters waiting for Leon, the people of
the city could only stand and stare at the spectacle.

Leon arrived carrying a steel box and flanked by two more armed security
guards. Leon got into the Limousine along with the two guards, placing the
steel box by his side he asked Andre.

"Can you place the diary in this box, I know we are safe but I want to take
every precaution to keep it safe."

Andre nodded and lifted the dairy into the box and watched as Leon snapped
a large padlock on to it; with that done, Leon sat back and sighed, the two
guards only sat straighter and more alert than ever.

With the Limousine placed at the centre of the large convoy, they left for
the Air Pad; the Limousine would drive directly onto the transport and be
followed by all the guards on foot; no one and nothing would get near the
vehicle.

The flight to Geramak took two hours, at the landing Pad were lined up row
after row of Imperial Troops, everyone of them in full battle armour and
heavily armed; as the Limousine drove off the transport, every single
Trooper snapped to attention, Andre could not believe his eyes.

The Palace city was just that; one single huge Palace. It was set out in
concentric rings and covered more than two thousand hectares. Each ring was
attached to the next inner one by short wide roads. It all looked like a
lot of wagon wheels inside each other and joined by short wide spokes.

Running through the centre was the main boulevard; it was wide enough for
ten vehicles to travel side by side and led directly to the central
hub. The centre of the hub was the Royal Palace, it also covered an immense
area of land and its tall towers could be seen from far off and well before
you came in sight of the main city.

Andre was stunned at the size of the Royal Palace city; its only purpose
was to house, protect and serve the King, all the surrounding homes and
mansions only serviced the main Palace; there were no other industries in
the city.

As the limousine progressed up the main boulevard they were surrounded by
the heavy troopers of the Palace Guard, for Andre it was all a weird dream;
a pleasure boy from the seventh quadrant just did not get to see this sort
of thing, let alone be the reason for such high security.

Even though the special guests were expected and had come under the direct
orders of the King, they still had to go slowly through all of the four
security check points and have their identity checked and confirmed. While
this was a little unsettling for Andre, Leon seemed totally at ease; it was
evident he had been through all this before.

Finally they arrived at the main Palace gates, the Palace Guards stopped
and let the limousine pass through until it came to the long wide stone
steps leading up to the huge open doors of the Kings Palace.

Andre thought there were about twenty wide steps up to the main doors; down
the centre was a red carpet and on each step on either side of the carpet
stood three guards in full armour.

With all the spectacle of the Royal Guards and the many attendants, Andre
looked down at his own clothes; these were the ones that had been made for
him just for this occasion.

His body suit was of fine silver silk, on his shoulders were a pair of
epaulets in silver and the fine tassels hung over his slim shoulders;
around his waist was a red silk sash.  His boots were of the finest black
leather and were high enough to almost come up to his knees; it was all
topped off with a pair of white silk gloves.

As the limousine door opened, Andre also saw the biggest man he had ever
seen. The man had to be nearly seven feet tall and wider than any bull
Andre had seen; he was dressed only in long black leather pants and had a
wide black leather belt across his bare chest. Fixed to the shoulder belt
were four wicked looking knives and in the man's hands he held a large red
pillow.

Leon leaned over to Andre and said.

"That's the King's personal assassin, put the diary on the pillow and he
will guard it for us; believe me when I say no one will get close to it
while he guards it."

Andre stepped close to the towering man and, with shaking hands laid the
diary on the pillow; Andre was not sure but he thought he saw a very faint
wink from the huge unmoving man, it did not stop Andre's shakes.

Leon, Conrad and Andre were led up the steps by the King's assassin, at
each step the six troopers came to attention as they passed. At the top of
the last step stood a number of formally suited men; Leon explained they
were the court attendants and would take them into the Palace.

Andre was surprised that the thirty young men gathered at the top of the
steps bowed to him when he came up in front of the group; the oldest of
them was a man dressed in what looked like a fancy red dressing gown but it
was very fancy with gold braid all over it; The man held a long black staff
with the gold insignia of the Royal Household at the top and a gold cap on
the bottom.

When Andre, Leon and Conrad had made it to the top of the steps, this man
turned and led them towards the open doorway.

Once inside the massive hall they were led further down until they came to
another set of tall wide doors; these were closed but the small group could
hear the sound of many voices coming from behind them.

The man with the staff, lifted it up and, with the capped end rapped loudly
on the wooden doors three times; it seemed almost immediately that the
noise from behind the door ceased; from inside came another loud voice.

"Who seeks audience with the King?"

"Kramar, bearer of the Kings Staff, I bring before the King one Andre
Severn, claimant to the Barony of Lyre."

"Enter Kramar of the King's Staff."

The huge doors were opened and Andre suddenly caught his breath; even with
the huge frame of the King's Assassin standing in front of him, Andre found
it hard to believe the size of the huge hall before him. Far above the
great hall, Andre could make out that the roof was made totally of glass
panes that let in the natural sun light.

At this point the man with the staff began to walk into the great hall, the
Assassin stepped to the side so that Andre, flanked by Leon and Conrad
could go before him, he then stepped in behind the trio; Andre could feel
the power of the man just behind him.

When Andre caught the full sight of the hall before him, he gasped again,
he almost wanted to turn around the run for his life; the hall was so long
and wide he felt he was alone in some mystic place; on each side in tiers
that went ten high, sat all the elite of Pathos; the gold and jewellery
alone would have fed every man, woman and child in the seventh quadrant for
ten years.

Far down at the end of the great hall sat six men dressed just like Andre
except they were wearing a royal blue sash with a gold fitting on it; the
chairs they were sitting on looked more like thrones than chairs, only the
one in the centre had no one sitting on it, instead there was what looked
like a painted picture of a young man; the frame was surrounded with a
black cloth; it was too far away for Andre to see the painting clearly.

With steady steps the small group was led forward, Andre could now see the
King as he sat on his throne two steps above the seven smaller thrones
below. Much to his surprise, Andre saw that the King, whom he had always
thought of as an old man, was in fact only in his mid twenties but it was
not difficult to see the aura of power that surrounded the young figure.

Finally they were at the base of the Kings dais, it was then that Andre for
the third time gulped with shock; there looking at him from the painting on
the seventh small throne was a picture of himself but about ten years
older; Andre almost fainted right then and there except for a gentle hand
from Conrad that held him firmly.

From the faint murmurs of surprise around the great hall, it also appeared
that every one of the two thousand people also saw the similarity, it took
a loud tap of the black staff on the marble floor to stop the murmurs and
all fell silent once again.

Kramar began the formalities.

"Your Highness, I present Andre Severn, claimant to the Barony of lyre."

The man stepped aside so that Andre could be seen clearly by the young
King; by this time Andre was starting to sweat from the momentous occasion;
the King looked down at Andre but gave no indication that he knew the young
boy.

"We have seen the results of the searches performed by the Security Office
and We have decided that Andre Severn may have a rightful claim; do the
Barons of this realm have dispute with these findings?"

It suddenly occurred to Andre that this had all been set up well before he
arrived; the youngest of the six Barons stood and bowed to the King.

"Baron Sarkan, you have dispute?"

"Sire, I would know the results of the DNA testing for confirmation?"

"Baron Sarkan, the results were 98% positive."

"Then sire I have no dispute."

The next eldest then stood up.

"Baron Median, you have dispute?"

"Sire, if the DNA result was 98% positive then can we know if the claimant
has the ability to dance as did Baron Lyre?"

"Baron Median, We have seen the results of the claimant's talents in this
area and we find them undeniable."

The next on line stood up.

"Baron Kraft, you have dispute?"

"Sire, has the claimant been recognised in any written line of descent?"

"Baron Kraft, while We have not seen with Our own eyes the written claim,
it has been brought to Our notice by the highest authority in the
Department of Security, that the claimant does indeed have written claim."

It was then the turn of the oldest of the Barons to stand.

"Baron Lykon, you have dispute?"

"Sire, we have all inspected the painted likeness of Baron Lyre, the six
Barons here assembled have no dispute with the claimant, Andre Severn."

"It is therefore Our duty to inform the claimant, Andre Severn that his
claim as heir to the Barony of Lyre is without dispute; it is to be written
that on this day We approve and avow that the claimant, Andre Severn, will
from this day forward be known as Baron Andre Lyre and shall be entitled to
all the estates and titles of that rank. We welcome Baron Andre Lyre to the
throne of Pathos."

The man with the staff then stepped aside and directed Andre to take the
centre throne, two Guards immediately took the painting of Massam Lyre and
carried it up to the King where it was placed reverently on a waiting easel
that stood by the side of the King's throne.

Andre was now shaking like a leaf in the wind as he stood before the centre
throne, beads of sweat fell from his forehead and his finger tips tingled
as though they had electricity running through them.

Before he could be seated, the eldest of the other Barons produced another
Royal Blue sash, this he placed over Andre's right shoulder so it hung with
the tassels by his left hip.  Andre took a quick glance at the sash and the
gold medallion attached to it. The medallion was in the shape of a small
harp, the elderly Baron whispered to him that it was called a Lyre; each of
the other Barons had a different style of pin.

Once he was seated, Conrad and Leon saluted him then stepped to the side of
the large stone dais where others waited.

Andre also noticed that the huge Assassin was now kneeling on one knee in
front of him but facing the crowd in the huge hall; the King spoke again to
everyone assembled in the hall.

"Ladies, Gentlemen and Courtiers, We thank you for your attendance on this
momentous day, We would now ask you to allow Us to speak with the Baron in
private and would look forward to your attendance at the Dinner and Royal
ball tomorrow evening, thank you all."

Everyone stood and bowed to the King before leaving amid a babble of
whispers about the young Baron; for Andre it only got more complicated as
the man with the Staff, along with the huge Assassin and the other six
Barons; led him out of the hall and into a smaller private passageway;
Andre was thankful for both Conrad and Leon by his side.

The hall led to another smaller room, there were no windows and only one
door that was guarded by four fully armoured guards.

The King led the way inside and his Assassin closed the door behind them
all. The room looked more like a comfortable gentlemen's study; heavy
leather chairs and fine tables sat around the room; as Andre watched, each
Baron seemed to take a particular chair as though it was reserved for him.

Andre was still in something of a daze as he looked around; above him the
ceiling seemed to stretch into dark shadows it was so high; he almost
missed the King's softly spoken words.

"Come Andre, sit here beside me, this is our special sanctum, in here there
are no titles and we can all relax."

Conrad and Leon were ushered towards two plain chairs near the closed
doors; the Assassin stood waiting patiently for the King to continue.

"Garahvan, would you place the dairy by the lectern, I'm sure Andre will
show us later; now have you selected a protector for our new Baron?"

The Assassin whom finally Andre knew as Garahvan, gave the King an almost
imperceptible nod but remained as still as a statue as he stood beside the
King's chair.

"Uhm...Your highness..."

"Now Andre, there's no need for titles like I said before; you must
understand that the eight of us are responsible for all of Pathos, there
are times when we just don't need titles to slow things down; especially in
here where we can relax without being overheard."

"Thank you, uhm..."

"Gustavo, call me Gustavo, that's my name, the others you will get to know
soon enough."

"Thank you... uhm, Gustavo; but what do I do now?"

"Ah, first you relax, and then we would all like to look at the diary but,
before all that we have to get you a Protector."

"A Protector?"

"Yes of course, we can't have our Barons going around without their own
Assassin to protect them; we each have a chosen Protector, Garahvan is in
charge of selecting and training all of our Assassins; I can assure you
that he will find one that is just right for you."

"Uhm Gustavo, I am able to Protect myself, Councillor Leon has had me
trained for such events."

"Nonsense young Andre, you are now a Baron of Pathos and it is a part of
whom you now are, besides, you would not want to disappoint some young
Assassin of your company, would you?"

Andre could only blush at his lack of knowledge about the King's court and
its many protocols.

"Now Garahvan, who do you have for young Andre?"

For the first time Andre heard the giant of a man speak; much to his
surprise, the voice that came was as soft as a whisper of wind, for such a
large strong man his voice was almost lost in the silence.

"Tomach, Sire."

"Really, you would set your first born son as his Protector?"

Again the soft whispering voice spoke.

"Yes Sire, he is now sixteen and should start to earn his keep."

"Of course you have him close by?"

The faintest of smiles flittered across Garahvan's lips as he nodded.

"Well come on, let's see him?"

Somehow Garahvan gave a small metallic click with his fingers; Andre almost
missed it but, in the corner of his eye he thought he caught a faint
movement high up in the shadows of the vaulted ceiling; it then happened as
though the body had just appeared out of thin air; a young teen was
kneeling on one knee before the seated men.

The teen's head was bowed but Andre could see he was dressed just like
Garahvan, black trousers with long soft boots, naked chest with the wide
leather belt carrying four knives, but this time his head was covered with
what looked like a black cloth scarf.

At a signal from Garahvan, the teen lifted his head and Andre saw that all
he could see of the teen's face were the pair of dark eyes; the rest was
covered by the black scarf.

An almost imperceptible whisper from Garahvan and the teen lowered his
other knee and lifted his youthful body until he was kneeling upright, a
hand placed on each knee as he stared unblinking directly ahead; his eyes
showing no emotion what so ever.

In the same whispering voice, Garahvan continued.

"Baron Lyre, I give you my first born son, he is bound to protect you with
his very life, do you accept him?"

Andre was so taken aback he could not find his voice, a gentle nudge by the
King and he managed to stutter out a soft "Yes"

Garahvan raised his head and seemed to look up into the dark shadowy
rafters, in a voice filled with authority he called out loudly and for the
first time his voice partially echoed in the room.

"Who bears witness to Tomach the Protector?"

This time Andre did not miss it, the deep shadows of the high rafters came
alive as six similarly clad men seemed to appear kneeling on the floor,
three on each side of the young teen.  Garahvan continued in his new strong
voice so everyone could hear each word.

"Tomach, first born of my sons, do you accept the duty of Protector of our
King's chosen, Baron Lyre, until your death?"

Tomach did not say a word but instead drew one of his knives from the
shoulder belt and handed it to Garahvan. Garahvan stepped behind the teen
and took off the black cloth scarf until everyone could see the teens face.

Like Garahvan the teen was not only hairless but also bald apart from a top
knot of hair that flowed behind him, it was kept tightly in place by a
number of silver rings; Garahvan's rings were of gold.

Andre was more taken by the teen's dark beauty and his magnificently toned
body as well as what appeared to be a substantial bulge in the right place.

Garahvan took hold of the teens top knot and pulled the young head back
until the teens eyes were staring right at Andre, the gleam of the razor
sharp knife was not missed by anyone watching.

Garahvan continued once again.

"Brothers of the code, do you swear to do your duty should Tomach fail in
his?"

At this each of the other six stood up and seemingly flowed past the
kneeling teen, it was done so quickly and with such expertise, that none of
the Barons even saw the movements but, when it was over, Tomach had six
thin cuts on his face, three on each cheek bone that dripped a small amount
of blood down his chin.

It was then that Andre got the biggest shock; without thought, Garahvan
pulled the teens head back further and ran the razor sharp knife across his
throat, Tomach never so much as flinched as the cold steel cut his flesh.

Andre could not believe what he was seeing although had he watched the
other Barons he may have got an inkling of the procedure.

Andre was in a daze as he looked at the bleeding teen, the boy was
beautiful in a masculine way, every muscle and sinew rippled with power and
speed but it was now marred by the six thin cuts on his cheek and the long
thin slice around his young neck.

It suddenly dawned on Andre that the cut on Tomach's throat was not as bad
as it first seemed, it was just deep enough to draw blood but not do any
real damage, Garahvan was certainly an expert with the sharp blade.

Next Garahvan presented Andre with the hilt of the knife, Tomach's blood
was still fresh on the blade; the King whispered in Andre's ear.

"Take the knife and then offer it back to Tomach, it will tell him that you
accept him."

Andre did as he was told, when Tomach took hold of the knife he bowed over
Andre's hand; suddenly Tomach looked up in fear at Andre but he did not let
go of the small hand he was holding. Tomach gave a long glance at Garahvan,
it was as though he was conversing telepathically with the huge man.

After a few seconds, Tomach let go of Andre's hand and then took his place
beside his chair but there was still a look of confusion in his young eyes,
Garahvan took up the
 conversation on his sons behalf.

"Baron Lyre, your Protector would like to know how you can carry the venom
of a Starburst Scorpion in your blood, he smelt it when close to your
hand?"

Andre felt his face heat up as he blushed, was he allowed to tell them his
secret or would he be breaking his vow to Leon; Andre looked over at Leon
where he sat quietly in his chair; Leon gave him a slight nod to say it was
alright to tell these men his secret.

"Councillor Sadan had me modified for the purpose of my own defence, the
Scorpion venom was one of those modifications."

Garahvan smiled at him and nodded, he then took his place beside the King;
Andre noticed a look of awe on Tomach's face as the teen looked up at him;
Andre could only blush a little brighter.

"Well young Baron Lyre, you are certainly full of surprises; now let's talk
of other things. As you know We are having a reception and ball in your
honour tomorrow night, would it be too much to ask you to dance for us at
some time during the evening?"

Andre was taken aback by the request but he knew he would not refuse; at
least these powerful men would still let him dance when he wanted to.

"Yes Sire, it would be my pleasure."

"Gustavo, please Andre, now down to other business. I have had my people
investigate the goings on of those men that were meant to be the executors
of Massam Lyre's estate; it appears I might have to come to you for a loan
if I need it. It seemed only fair that everything they took from your
estate is returned to its rightful owner; that's you."

The King paused for breath before continuing.

"Over the last three hundred years, since the untimely death of Massam
Lyre, your estate has accrued quite a fortune, both in land and credits; of
course it will now be well boosted by the confiscation of everything the
executors stole from you as well. Up to this point I can tell you that you
hold lands in the Southern Continent that cover some 80,000 square
kilometres. Here on this Continent you hold the Barony of Lyre; that
equates to some 50,000 hectares as well as large holdings in both the sixth
and seventh quadrant of the city of Pathos."

The King paused again as he got his facts right before proceeding.

"With the confiscation of the executors estates, you now own properties
including palaces, mansions and apartments in all the other quadrants of
the city of Pathos; to make it a little more simple Andre, you now hold
more wealth than any other individual on the entire planet of Pathos;
congratulations and I hope you will give me a loan when I need it."

The shock that Andre felt meant he did not hear the laughter of the King as
he finished his summing up of Andre's wealth; for Andre everything suddenly
went dark; it was sometime later he heard the concerned voice of Leon
whispering to him.

"It's ok Andre, you just fainted, do you feel better now, can you get up?"

Andre realised he was laying down on the floor of the room, all the Barons
and the King were standing around him as he came to; he reached up and
loosened his tight collar; the wonder never left him, a pleasure boy from
the seventh quadrant was now the richest person on Pathos; he could still
not get his head around it all.

Once Andre felt better and was back in his chair next to the King, Gustavo
smiled at him and continued on.

"Now Andre, I have to leave you in the capable hands of your new friends; I
need to begin preparations for the reception. The Barons will tell you all
you need to know from here on.  I have had Massam Lyre's Palace prepared
for you as it is now yours; it is where you will stay when in the city on
business. Now I must get away, thank you for coming to see me.  One more
thing before I go; can you show me the entries of descent in the diary?"

"Of course Gustavo, it will be my pleasure."

Andre got to his feet and led the small group to the lectern, checking that
his new gloves were still clean; he opened the diary at the last
page. First the King then the Barons looked down the list of names, smiling
and nodding as they recognised some of them.

"They are all here, even Konra Karl."

"He is one I don't know Gustavo, who was he?" Andre asked the King.

"You really don't know who most of these people are, do you?"

"No, Mother never spoke of them."

"Gentlemen, let's return to our chairs; business can wait, our little
friend needs some history lessons."

Once everyone was re-seated, the King began his story.

"As you know, this all happened in the time of Gustav the 2nd; his eldest
son, the Prince Regent, first in line for the throne, was called
Tellac. When he was still a young boy and, in the fashion of the time, he
was given the opportunity to select a young play mate; his play mate was of
course, Massam Lyre. He was only eight years old at that time but already
quite an accomplished dancer as well as a pleasure boy. In those days the
boys started very young. Massam was from what was then known as the fourth
quadrant, so your upbringing was very similar. The fourth quadrant in those
days was much like the seventh today."

The King Paused before continuing.

"Tellac was immediately taken by Massam's ability and beauty, as you can
see for yourself in the portrait he looks very much like you in every
way. Now where was I, oh yes; now Tellac spent every waking hour with
Massam until it became impossible to see them apart and, of course they
were soon inseparable bed mates as well; as time passed, the two of them
grew only closer. The story I have heard is that Massam started this diary
at age fourteen; Tellac was then sixteen and had been given his first
wife. In those days as now, a wife was purely for the continuation of the
line; Massam was always Tellac's first love and remained so even after
Tellac took a second and third wife."

Again a short pause then the King went on.

"Now as to the diary and its entries, all the words and descriptions were
those of Massam but, the drawings were actually done by Tellac; he was
renowned for his art work, especially with a single hair brush. The end
came for both of them under very unusual circumstances; King Gustav the 2nd
was gravely ill, everyone did not expect him to live much longer and so
Tellac was due to take the throne on his death. Tellac was now thirty and
Massam was twenty eight; they still spent every night together as they had
done since boy hood and that was how they were found. They were wrapped in
each other's arms when the servants went in the next morning but both were
dead. This has never been released to the public so it must not leave this
room, even after all this time. Tellac`s second brother, Konrad, took the
throne; for Massam there was only his young sister left and she could not
hold his Barony so it went to the executors."

Another pause and then the King went on again.

"Now as far as our records go, some generations later, Konra Karl appeared
although he was never recognised as a descendant of Massam Lyre. It had
been a long time since the passing of Massam and Tellac so no one connected
them together. Konra as it turned out was also an excellent dancer and
became a very popular boy around the court of the day.  He was only fifteen
when he was noticed by the Royal Family and invited to dance at a reception
for the Royal court; he never made it. There have been many theories about
how or why but one thing is certain, on his way to the Palace to dance, he
was waylaid by someone unknown and murdered in the street before he could
perform. As he was from the fourth quadrant it was taken no further, it was
just one of those things that can happen; now I am not so sure it was that
simple seeing his name here raises some doubts in my mind."

"I know that every dance that Massam created and performed is written in
that diary; can you perform them as well?"

"Yes Gustavo, Mother trained me in all of them but of course the Terrsan's
are my favourites."

"That's good to hear, they are my favourites as well. Did you also know
that more than 50% of all dances today were created by Massam Lyre?"

"No, Mother never told me that, I thought they were in the book as a
reminder for teaching."

"No they were all his creations, that's why it was deemed to be an
historical treasure; when it was never found, even though it was known of,
it caused such an uproar; its loss and the death of Massam and Tellac
nearly brought the continents to a state of war. The only thing that
stopped any war was the fact it could not be found anywhere; no one guessed
it had been placed in the hands of Massam's only living relative, his
sister; it must have been her that kept it for the descendants and now you
have it back in its rightful place."

Andre was to stunned to take any more in, the revelations on this day would
keep his mind awake for days to come but for now, he had to get some rest,
there had been just too much for him to take in all at one sitting.

The King could easily see that Andre was overwhelmed, with a smile and a
shake of Andre's hand; he left the Barons alone to help the new Baron Lyre
find his feet.

The informal meeting soon broke up and, with his Protector Tomach leading
the way, he was shown a hidden passage from the room with the proviso that
he could use it any time he wanted to get from his Palace to the Kings when
required; he was told that no one apart from the King and the seven Barons
knew of the hidden passage for security reasons and ease of movements by
those same eight persons; of course now that also included Conrad and Leon
but they were also sworn to secrecy.

The underground passage did not go as far as Andre thought it would before
they came to a division in the passageway; Tomach led them down the left
passage and soon came to a great steel door; it took very little to push it
open and, after Tomach had gone through to make sure it was clear for his
Baron to come through, they all passed into Andre's new home in Geramak,
Massam Lyre's original palace.

One glance at the opulence that greeted him and Andre felt he could not
take any more; the world around him went black for the second time that
day.

Andre's eyes cracked open in an unfamiliar room; behind him he could feel a
lithe young, firm body, its boyhood firmly planted between his buns; in
front he could see the familiar shape of Aldred's head, his smaller body
spooned in close to Andre's. Andre could also feel the tight dampness
surrounding his own boyhood; Aldred had already started something and so
Andre did not waste the opportunity. The effect of his movements soon had
the body behind him following his own actions and, by the large feel he was
getting as it bumped his own hole, the body expected entrance; Andre
complied.

It was an hour later when they all surfaced for a rest; Andre was very
happy that Tomach had joined them in the bed, it seemed the young Assassin
was going to protect more than just Andre's life.

Andre sat up amid a few groans and giggles; he did not recognise the huge
room he was in. As far as he could judge, the large circular room had to be
close to 20 metres in diameter.  All the wall panels were dark and no
outside light entered; the ceiling was made like a dome and was high above
them; it also had the dark panels that blacked out any light. This made
Andre think it was still night time; he was soon in for a shock.

"What time is it and where am I?" Andre asked the two boys in bed with him;
it was Tomach that answered.

"We are in your bedroom and it's now midday."

"Midday! But it's as black as pitch out there, you must be wrong."

"No I'm not, the windows are charged with a magnetic power source, it means
it can alter the amount of light coming into the room, it might come in
handy when you bath or everyone will see your boy bits." Tomach laughed as
he rose from the bed to walk over to the sunken bath beside one of the
glassed walls.

The bedroom was unusual, not only in its size but in its configuration; The
huge round bed was at the centre of the room; the sunken crescent shaped
bath was by one set of panels; on the other side was what appeared to be a
lounging area; Andre could see on sign of any wardrobes or clothes closets.

"Where are my clothes?"

"Get up and walk over there behind the top of the bed, just ask the Palace
computer to raise your closets; it's been programmed to your voice
already."

Andre walked over to where he had been told by Tomach, in an unsure voice
he said.

"Closets."

A faint hum came to his ears and, from the floor at his feet rose four wide
closets, their glass fronts showing all the clothes neatly lined up on
hangers and racks; Andre had no idea where they all came from, he was
certain he had not bought them at any time in the past.

"Whose clothes are these?"

"Yours and ours, your Security Chief went shopping while you slept the
night and half the day away." The laughter in Aldred's voice was
unmistakeable.

For Andre it was easy to pick out which closet belonged to which person;
Aldred's clothes were all outrageous designs and colours; Tomach's were
simple and all black, the six pairs of long trousers which seemed to be
made from something resembling fine leather; six pairs of calf length black
boots with soft soles that made his movements soundless, even on cold hard
marble; and finally six turban like head wear with a long length of black
clothe to cover his face. Hanging on a hook was a spare knife belt and a
number of small black boxes sat on a separate shelf.

The last two closest were for Andre, they included what looked to be fine
clothes for special occasions along with many pairs of boots and shoes. In
the second closet were a large number of dance costumes as well as more
everyday wear; it seemed that Conrad had been very busy.

"So what do I have to do now?" Andre asked the other two.

"We bath first then some lunch; after that you have to select your Palace
staff, by then it will be time for you to get ready for the King's
reception." Tomach replied

"Do you think that Aldred can come to the reception with me?"

"Yes of course but, he will have to sit at another table, you will be with
the King and the Barons at the top table, they will all have their wives
with them. Colonel Conrad and Councillor Sadan will also be up there as
they are now considered your sponsors."

"But Aldred is very special to me, why can't he sit with me?"

"Because he does not have a recognised place in your family; wait, there is
one way you could do it and stay within Royal protocol."

"What way?"

"Have him declared as your consort, that way he can go where ever you go
and be accepted by the Kings court as a legitimate member of your
entourage; just as I am. I will be standing behind you as your Protector
just like the others will do with their Barons."

"That sounds good, how do I go about it?"

"After we bath, you have to call his father here, when he arrives you tell
him that you wish to take Aldred as your consort; if he agrees, and I see
no reason he wouldn't, then you bed Aldred right then so his Father can see
you have the full intention of having him share your bed and life."

"Is that all, I just have to have sex with his son in front of him to make
it official?" while the words were easy to say there was still hesitation
in the revelation he would have to perform in front of Leon.

"Yes, mostly, it will have to be recorded on the security records so he can
move about with you, but once you have fulfilled all of the requirements
then he is your consort, he goes where you go except for one place."

"Where is that?"

"The private chamber of the King and Barons, the one you were in
yesterday. Only the King and the Barons along with their Protectors are
allowed in there; yesterday Councillor Sadan and Colonel Conrad were given
an exemption because of your circumstances."

"Ok I see; well Aldred, are you game and most of all do you want to be my
consort?"

"Of course I do, you know I love you with all my being."

"I think he loves your mighty weapon more." Tomach laughed as Aldred
blushed; Andre jumped into the bath before they saw the redness of his own
cheeks.

As it turned out, an hour later and with Aldred having to take a second
bath, Leon was overjoyed to let him go as Andre's consort, the day had been
a good one so far; Andre now only had one more duty to perform before he
dressed for the important reception. Tomach had told him he would have to
spend a few hours selecting his staff for the Palace; they would have to be
here and on duty whether Andre was in residence or not. Andre was starting
to find that being a Baron of the realm was not as easy as he thought it
might be.

When the three boys finally got down stairs from the fourth floor where
Andre's bedroom was situated, he was surprised to see more than fifty young
people waiting for him; all were
 well dressed and stood like statues as the trio walked in.

"Where did they all come from and why so many?"

"They are all sons and daughters of servants that work in other Palaces;
they are trained from a young age to serve. The Barons and I am sure the
King also, has sent them over so you can select some as you own personal
staff." Tomach replied.

"But I don't even know how many I need, I haven't even seen the entire
Palace yet; how can I make a selection without knowing that?"

"Well if you will let me help you; you will need about six for the kitchen
and another four servers; next you will need about twenty for the many
bedrooms and then another six or eight for the cleaning staff; finally you
will need at least five gardeners and two chauffeurs."

"That must be nearly everyone here?"

"That's right, they have already been selected by the Barons and approved
by Councillor Sadan but the final decision is yours."

"But how do I know what to tell them all; I've never run a house let alone
a Palace before."

Tomach looked at the large group of waiting servants, seeing one that was a
little older than the rest and seemed to be standing a little off from the
others; he whispered in Andre's ear.

"The older man, the one that looks to be about 25 years old, ask him his
name and position; I think he will be the one to run the Palace for you."

Andre nodded and looked at the oldest of the young group.

"Sir what is your name and position?"

"Platon Sir, I am trained as a butler, Sir."

Andre glanced at Tomach and got a small nod in return.

"Thank you Mr. Platon, will you take over and get the staff to their
places, I will be relying on you to keep the Palace in order."

"Yes Sir, and thank you Sir, I will not let you down; if I may Sir, there
is one small thing that I should raise to your notice?"

"Yes Mr. Platon?"

"I am just Platon, Sir, I am here to serve your household and there is no
need to give title to my name Sir."

"Thank you...er...Platon, I'll try to remember that."

"Thank you Sir, now if you will excuse me, I will get everyone to work; and
thank you Sir for your confidence in us."

True to his word, Platon the new butler soon had everyone else scurrying
for their places of work; Andre's Palace now had a staff and started to
sound like a well ordered home.


TBC.


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