Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2022 19:17:32 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 114a

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Gary snuggled closer to me.

"Hang on, your whole body is freezing. You're really not well. Have you
been all hot too?"

"Just let me hold you. That will warm me up."

I flicked off the light.

"Okay, but we had better get you a doctor tomorrow, if you're no better."

Gary pushed his cock against my arse, pulling me tight with his arms. "I
know what would make me better, McPhee!"

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 114a – Nightmares


McPhee continues the story


Gary didn't know his own strength, he held me tighter and tighter against
him. He had never done this before.


"Gary, what's got into you?"

Thinking it was just sex, I moaned and pushed back against his cock, the
wiry hairs on his chest tickling my back, sending tingles all over me. I
reached back with my hand, gripping his eight-inch shaft and sliding my
fingers up to his bellend. His cock throbbed to my touch, his precum
coating my fingers.

"Fuck Gary, you're as horny as hell!"

I barely got the words out before I felt his body tense. Something had
changed in him. His hands grabbed my legs, roughly flipping me on to my
back. Forcing my legs apart, he violently pushed my knees open and then
flat to the bed.

"Hey calm down! Don't be so rough!"

His hands gripped my hips and dragged me forward while lifting my arse,
then sliding up the back of my thighs to my knees they rolled me further on
to my back, exposing my hole to his rampant cock. He lunged forward, his
bellend forcing in to my arse.

"Shit Gary, what the fuck, you're hurting me. You don't need to be so
rough!... I am up for it, but not like this!"

I fumbled for the bedside light again, illuminating him as he loomed over
me.

"Christ, Gary, your eyes!"

His eyes were blank, his face angry and contorted. I began to try and pull
myself backward, away from him.

"Gary, shit, calm down. My friend, you're frightening me!"

Without a word, he rammed his cock balls deep into me. The pain tore
through my arse. I cried out, struggling against him, trying to free
myself. I slammed my fists into his chest. Finally, the force of my
repeated punches caused him to sway backwards.

"Fuck Gary Stop! What's got into you?"

I hit him hard again. Wriggling myself free of his cock, I managed to leap
out of the bed.

"What the fuck Gary?"

His eyes still looked wild, then there was a hint of recognition of my
voice. Somewhere it had reached him, deep in his subconscious. I watched as
he shook his head, his eyes looking round, and then up at me. His face
changed immediately to one of concern.

"McPhee, God, sorry! I don't know what came over me. Mate, I am so
sorry. It must have been you turning the light off when I got into bed, it
spooked me."

"What the hell Gary, what's wrong with you?"

"McPhee, please, I am sorry, I am fine now, please, I need some human
warmth.... Please come back to bed and cuddle me."

I was still smarting. "You frightened me! Fuck Gary."

Gary hauled himself on to all fours and crawled over naked to the side of
the bed where I was standing. "Please McPhee, I'm sorry. Come back to bed."

"What was wrong with you?"

Gary shook his head. "McPhee, I don't know, but I am fine now."

He gave a cheeky grin and rolled on to his back, his head landing on the
pillow. Another broad smile. His large hard cock swayed above his balls,
leaking copious amounts of precum, which pulsed continuously from his
cocklips and ran down the thick shaft. He smiled patting the side of the
bed next to him. "Come on, let me make it up to you, you know you want to."

His hand slid down his hairy chest to his balls. Toying with them, before
it moved to the base of his shaft, squeezing it tightly, causing his
cockhead to flare and more precum to trickle down his shaft. He waggled his
cock at me. "Come on McPhee, please! I am sorry."

He was right, I loved it. Gary has an amazing cock. "Well, as long as
you're okay now. What came over you?"

Gary just smiled. I suppose I would never know. Little did I know at the
time, I wouldn't want to either.

"Well, as long as you're okay now." I wanted him to be okay.

I climbed onto the bed irresistibly attracted, or was it charmed, towards
his hypnotically swaying cock. He pulled his knees back and spread them
wide, giving me unlimited access to his cock and balls. Dropping to my
elbows, I moved close, immediately able to smell his ball musk. His pubes
and thick stomach hair releasing 'Au de Gary', my heart leapt. Slipping one
hand under his balls and with the other, I gripped his thick, warm shaft.

My eyes focused on his throbbing thick lump of meat, my senses saturated
with his smell. Carefully, I studied each vein, each lump, bump, and
freckle. The tip of my tongue reached out to taste the wet glistening
shaft. Slowly, purposefully gathering up some of his nectar, glazing it
over my taste buds, making my mouth water in expectation of what was to
come. The taste bounced around my tongue, I groaned loudly.

"Here, sniff this. Forts gave them to me."

Gary held a small brown bottle under my nose. "Breathe deeply."

I closed my eyes and breathed as instructed. My heart began racing, my
mouth watering like it never had before. At that moment I wanted, no I
needed his cock. I bent it towards me, again breathing in the musky smell
of his pubes, the heat of his shaft. The substance heightening the feelings
on the tip of my tongue. I could feel his blood coursing through his cock's
veins as my tongue traced along them. His cock head seemed to swell before
my eyes, looking even bigger, juicier and meatier.

Looking up at him, I squeezed tightly, firmly milking up the shaft, his
cock rewarding me with yet more precum gathering at his cock lips. My mouth
parted and spread, hungrily devouring his meaty bellend. My mind doing
somersaults as its soft yet so hard, head stimulated and excited my
tongue. I couldn't stop myself, I was no longer in control. I felt I was
outside my body, licking and slurping his glans, my tongue running over his
bow string, along and over his glans ridge. I was in heaven. A groan
followed by a chuckle from above me had me pulling the meaty feast from my
mouth.

Gary smiled down at me, "You're enjoying that aren't you? Don't forget
these!" He gripped his balls sac, squeezing it a couple of times, causing
his balls to swell obscenely, deliciously. Before moving his hands behind
his head and laying watching me expectantly.

His balls, obviously feeling left out, moved involuntarily in his loose
sack. Grabbing my attention from his shaft and drawing me towards them. His
sack was smooth, it too glistened with some of the precum which had
dribbled down his shaft.

"Kiss them!" He hissed, one hand dropping to my head and easing me towards
them.

I opened my lips and kissed each of the large eggs.

"Here, take another couple of sniffs!"

The brown bottle appeared by my nose again, and once more, I breathed
deeply. Then, as my mind raced, and I lost it, I buried my face in his ball
sac. My saliva joining his precum, coating his skin and orbs. I sucked one,
then the other, into my mouth. Rolling them over and over, making sure my
tongue licked up all his ball sac's coating of precum and man musk. Warming
his balls for when they would give up their precious load.

I felt Gary moving. He leant forward, his hands took hold of my head and
lifted my face to his, his balls tumbling from my lips as he did so. His
tongue pushed into my mouth. "McPhee, I want to make love to you, okay?"

I felt myself nodding, as his hands gently manoeuvred me on to my back
again. Sensually, they ran up my inner thighs, the hairs on my legs rising
to his touch, tingling all the way to their roots. As once more, he eased
my legs apart and down. My cock swayed wildly as I thrust my hips up to
intensify his touch. Giving a little chuckle, he moved both of his hands to
my shaft, gripping it tightly, he squeezed hard. I drove my head back into
the pillow, my eyes tightly shut. His warm mouth engulfed my cockhead, the
rush was amazing. I nearly came in his mouth there and then, as he worked
my swollen cut cockhead, drawing more precum from my balls. Pulling his
mouth away from my cock, he sat back grinning, "Now to get you ready for
this!"

He waggled his hard shaft at me, then with one hand, he slowly slid his
fingers over my cockhead, gathering up my precum, his other hand milking
his own hard shaft for yet more. I gasped as his fingers touched my waiting
hole, dabbing the sticky nectar on to my pulsing rose. Gently, he eased the
tip of a finger into me, constantly gathering and adding more
precum. Intently working his finger deeper into me, before joining it with
another, and then another. My tender hole relaxing after its earlier shock,
opening ready for him. I clasped his hands, pulling them tighter to me, now
desperately wanting his cock to take me. Lifting my head from the pillow, I
moaned, "Please Gary, now."

He smiled and gave me a cheeky wink. Then moved closer, forcing down his
hard cock, zeroing it in on my waiting hole. I felt myself tense, just for
a moment, then breathe out in pleasure as my hole stretched to take his wet
flared cockhead. My rose swallowed up his bellend, I felt it expand inside
me once it was past my sphincter. He let out a groan of pleasure, matching
my own. Another smile and a wink, "Ready?"

I didn't speak, just lifted my hips, starting his cock's journey into
me. Simultaneously, Gary pushed forward and lowering himself closer to my
chest, our lips came together, our tongues passionately entering each
other's mouths. A sense of calm engulfed my body as he pushed deeper and
deeper until his balls pressed up against my arse cheeks. Another cheeky
grin. "Well, that's all of it. I hope it's enough."

I wrapped my legs round his waist, locking my feet behind his back, pulling
him deeper into me. Burying my face in his neck, I bit the skin,
gasping. "Fuck me Gary. I love you."

"I love you too, McPhee."

He turned his head, pulling away from my teeth, then stared in to my eyes,
"Hey, no marks, what would Maureen say?"

He gave another little chuckle as he pulled back and began thrusting into
me. At that precise moment, I didn't give a fuck what Maureen would say. I
don't think he really did, either.


**


Mishcon continues the story


This bed was a lot more comfortable than mine, but I knew I had to get up
soon. Forts had suggested a working breakfast. By the time I joined
everyone in the garden room, they were already seated. Dima, Davy, Athol
and Archie were joining us. Marcus was organising the footmen who were
serving breakfast, a job previously done by the chamberlain.

"Mishcon, good morning. Pull up a chair."

I nodded, adding, "Good morning everyone." Then I remembered. "Oh Marcus,
could you have the safe deposit box brought here too?"

A few minutes later, it arrived and was heavily placed down just to the
side of us. Forts was in excellent form. Jovial and smiling, constantly
reaching to touch Davy's hand or leg. Davy didn't look quite as well, his
evening's drinking was obviously still effecting him, and Forts seemed to
be enjoying every moment of it. The lovely breakfast was soon consumed, and
the plates cleared away.

Marcus stopped by Forts. "I will leave some pots of tea, just ring if you
need anything."

"Thank you Marcus, for everything. We can discuss who you think should
replace the chamberlain later."

Marcus bowed and gave a little wink to Forts and Davy, and then another
wink to one of the footmen, who returned it smiling. Looks that weren't
missed by Davy, who turned to view the footman. He smiled, recognising him
as the guy who had slipped into Marcus's room last night after Davy and
Forts had gone to bed.

I picked up my briefcase and opened it, laying it on the table in front of
me. Athol and Archie exchanged glances before Athol spoke. "Son, would you
rather Archie and I left, if you're going to talk business?"

Forts shook his head, "No, I am happy for you both to stay, unless you have
something else to do."

Athol smiled, pleased to be a trusted part of his son's new life.

"Forts, I have several things for you, including the safe deposit box."

Forts grinned at Athol, "Dad, it's never ending. I have asked Mishcon to
run things for me so I can return to the Castle with Davy as soon as we
can."

Athol nodded, obviously pleased his son had run the idea past him. "Good
choice, son. Mishcon has served me and our family excellently."

I was blushing, Forts gave me a wink. "What's first?"

"Your Imper..." Forts glare said it all. "Forts."

He nodded smiling. "That's more like it!"

"The Dowager Grand Duchess Katrina Truorwskoy has asked me to thank you for
your very kind offer allowing her to remain in the Manor. However, she
feels, if you have no objections, she would rather move into Drybeck
Cottage."

"Drybeck Cottage?" Forts looked at me.

"Yes, it is one of the houses on the estate, currently empty, she asked,
would you mind if she moved into it?"

Forts shook his head. "No, not at all. She can stay there for as long as
she wishes. But make sure I pay all the bills, understand?"

I made some notes. "That means that the Grand Duke and Duchess's apartment
here at the Manor will be vacant. I would suggest you and Davy move into
it."

"Okay, seems sensible, we can have a look at it later." Forts turned to
Davy smiling. "If that's okay with you?"

Davy still looked a bit rough, whispering deliberately too loudly, "As long
as it doesn't mean we are staying here full time." Forts squeezed Davy's
knee.

"No, don't worry. Okay Mishcon, what's next?"

"Well, I would like to run through the Grand Duke's Will. I also have a
letter he wrote for you, asking that it be given to you on his death."

Forts bit his lip and whispered something to Davy and then Dima. I waited,
Forts turned back to me and nodded. "Start with the Will. I will read the
letter later in private."

I opened the Will. "Forts, you already know that the Grand Duke made
several bequests including a considerable provision for his wife, and also
generous payments to Prince Dima and the Princess Anastasia. Originally,
the Grand Duke had left money for Princess Theodora, now the Dowager Grand
Duchess Petrovich. That bequest, however, was changed when she married, the
monies now to be placed in trust for her son." I knew from Davy's look as
the word left my mouth, I had fucked up and Forts knew nothing about the
sex of Theodora's unborn baby.

Forts looked at me and then at Davy, then back at me. "What did you just
say? Her son?"

I saw Davy visibly slump, his eyes closed. Forts noticed it too. He stood
as he looked directly at me. "Theodora is having a son! And you knew? Was
anyone going to tell me?"

Davy reached out, touching Fort's arm. Forts pulled it away. "So you knew
too? Was this one of the secrets you two have been sharing? WELL!"

"Forts, it wasn't like that."

"Would you mind explaining to me just what it was like then?"

Davy tried to take Fort's arm again, once more it was pulled away. Davy
shook his head. "Forts please! She made me promise not to say anything."

"Really?" Forts turned and glared at Dima. "I suppose you knew too?"

"Forts,"

Forts silenced him with a wave of his hand. "I want everyone to leave,
apart from Mishcon."

Athol was biting his lip. "Forts, son. Come on."

"I said, I want everyone to leave apart from Mishcon!"

Athol, Archie and Dima stood. Davy remained seated. Forts glared at him.

"That means you too!"

Davy kept his head down, his voice barely a whisper. "I am not moving until
you listen for once and stop making a fool of yourself. Now hear me out."

Athol and Archie sat down, Dima remained standing, the silence was
deafening. Forts swallowed hard, his mind processing Davy's words. He leant
towards him, "You are right. We will speak later, I am sorry." He squeezed
Davy's shoulder, then turned and nodded at Dima. "Dima, please sit down
too."

Forts sat for a moment and then turned to me. "Mishcon, sorry, can you
continue, please? Tell me what you know."

I took a deep breath and gave a quick prayer to the Gods of waffle. "Forts,
I am not aware it was deliberately kept from you. As I understand it,
Theodora had a number of tests done when she became pregnant. One of those
revealed she was carrying a baby boy. It was the Grand Duke who asked for
the information to be suppressed. I am sure there will be something about
it in the letter he wrote for you."

No one at the table missed Davy getting out his hankie and dabbing his
eyes, especially not Forts. He leant into Davy again and, wiping away a
missed tear, mumbled, "It's okay, I just got a bit of a shock, it doesn't
change how I feel about you. We will speak later." Then louder, "Everyone
knows I love you, silly."

Davy nodded and gave a little smile. Athol smiled at Forts. "Well said,
son."

Forts turned back to me. "Mishcon, please continue."

I picked up the Will once more, re-finding my place. "The rest of the Grand
Duke's estate is left to you, all properties," I scanned along the
line. "It looks like several palaces in Russia, estates in Poland, and
elsewhere in Russia. I don't imagine you will ever get those back. Various
Truorwskoy family jewels, I imagine they are in the safe deposit box. The
Grand Duke has added he hopes that any request to wear any of the jewels
from the Dowager Grand Duchess Katrina will be met favourably." I took a
breath, "It goes on to list awards, various swords and uniforms. Horses, a
stud in Sussex, and several vehicles, oh, and a train carriage."

Forts sat shaking his head. "A train carriage?"

"Yes, apparently the Grand Duke had one made for his exclusive use by the
Pullman Carriage Company when he arrived in England."

Forts stood up and walked to the French doors leading into the garden, he
stood looking out, then turned back to the table. "Davy, come with me, I
need a walk and some fresh air."

As the door closed behind them, Athol shook his head. "This is all just
overwhelming him. He wanted none of it."


**


Davy continues the story.


We walked out into a beautiful morning. Forts clenched my arm, smiling at
me as we walked along the path towards the fountain. "You know I am about
to say sorry again, don't you?"

I nodded back to him, forcing a little smile. God, I was feeling awful. My
head was thumping and the unpleasantness just moments ago had not
helped. Even the sound of our footsteps on the gravel was getting to
me. And just why, when you have a hangover, does the sun seem too bright?

"Do you forgive me?" Forts kissed my cheek. I felt myself take a deep
breath.

"Forts, there is something else I have to tell you."

We both stopped, and he turned to face me. "That sounds ominous. Is it
another secret?"

I began to nod, unable to hold back the tears which rolled down my
cheeks. I looked up into his eyes. He was smiling. "Come on, it can't be
that bad." He kissed my lips and wiped away another tear with the side of
his thumb. "Let us walk and sit by the fountain and you can tell me."

I really didn't want to. It would mean breaking a confidence with Theodora,
but deep down I knew I had to tell him. Keeping it secret was tearing me
apart. As we reached the fountain, Forts used his hand to brush the
seat. "Come on, sit down and give me a cuddle."

I sat down and stared at the ground. I knew he was gazing at me, I could
feel his eyes on me. "You don't have to tell me, it's okay, I won't be
cross."

I exhaled, then blurted it out. "FORTS! Theodora wants you and me to raise
her baby boy up at the castle."

"WHAT?... Us?... But why?"

Another deep breath. "She feels it would have a better life with us than
with her." Forts just stared at me. "Theodora said the thought of raising a
child fills her with dread. She wants to enjoy the rest of her life and
move to America once the war is over."

Forts stood, shaking his head. "Wow!" He turned to face the fountain,
picking up a small pebble from the side, he tossed it into the water. I
stood too, nervously I moved behind him. My arms round his waist, my
fingers stroking his side as he continued to stare into the foaming water
of the fountain. I rested my chin on his shoulder.

"Well, the baby is definitely yours. There is no doubt about that. Theodora
thinks we will make much better parents than she would."

His hand moved to take hold of mine, he gripped my fingers and turned his
head to me. His face broke into a broad smile. "Davy, we are going to be
parents after all!"

He spun to face me, joy in his eyes, he pulled me to him, tears rolling
down his cheeks. "Davy, we are going to have a family!" He pressed his lips
to mine. He was laughing, happiness beaming from his face. "We are going to
be parents!" He kissed me again, "We are going to have our own family! We
are going to be parents! This is so marvellous!" He gripped my waist and
danced round and round, pulling me with him. Repeating again and again his
new mantra, "We are going to be parents!" "We are going to be parents!"
Well, that wasn't the reaction I was expecting, that was for sure!

Grabbing my hand, he began pulling me back towards the manor. "Come on, we
have to tell everyone. Dad and Archie will be so happy for us!"

I stopped our little dance. "Darling no. You can't even tell Theodora I
have told you. Please!"

"But Davy!"

"Fort's, please no. You must keep the secret. Otherwise, you know Theodora
will come under pressure from the family to keep the baby herself."

He smiled at me and kissed me again. "Okay, mum to be! Right, come on,
let's get back. Lots to be done!"

I hugged him again and together we walked back to the Manor, our arms
tightly round each other, grinning like idiots.


**


Mishcon continues the story.


Forts and Davy came back into the room. Forts addressed us all. "Sorry
about that. I needed to clear my head. Mishcon, please continue, you said
you had a letter for me. Then, let's open that safe deposit box!"

Finally, I could pass the sealed letter addressed to His Imperial Highness,
The Grand Duke, Prince Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, over to Forts.

He examined it, turning the velum envelope over in his hands, his eyes
examining the 'Royal Seal'.

"You probably would prefer to open that later, in private?"

Forts nodded and placed the envelope in front of him.

"So that leaves us with the safe deposit box!"

Archie chuckled, "It's huge. It looks more like a trunk than a box!"

I reached into my waistcoat pocket and retrieved the key I had been
given. We all moved over to the box, although Archie's description was
nearer to the truth. I handed the key to Forts, he took it and turned it
over in his fingers. Davy patted him on the back. "Come on, let's see
what's in it."

Forts nodded, he smiled, "I am a bit nervous to be honest. Oh well, here
goes!" He crouched down and placed the key into the lock. It gave a
reassuring clunk in several places as he turned it. Athol smiled at
him. "Sounds like several locking points." Forts nodded, took a deep breath
and lifted the lid.

We all peered into the trunk. It was separated into three more metal
boxes. Forts looked round, "Oh well, Let's start with this one." He pulled
out one box and placed it on the floor. "There is another layer beneath
these boxes, too." Moving back to the box he had removed, he unclipped the
clasp and opened the lid. "It's full of lots of bundles of old paper." He
sounded somewhat disappointed.

Dima stepped forward, "Forts, those are old Russian legal documents!" Forts
handed him one of the burnt yellow-coloured bundles. Dima's eyes scanned
the Cyrillic writing. "This is the ownership documents of a Palace in
Petrograd, what used to be called St Petersburg and is now called
Leningrad, since the death in 1924 of Lenin." Forts passed him another
bundle, Dima quickly scanned it too. "This is the same, for an estate in
Poland."

Forts turned to me, "These must be the documents for the properties listed
in his will. There are loads of them in here."

I nodded, "It would seem likely they relate to the duke's properties. I
will get them all looked at by an independent Russian translator."

Taking the papers from Dima, I could see in his eyes, he hadn't liked my
last comment. Luckily, Forts spoke again, breaking a rather uncomfortable
silence.

"This one is newer!" He handed another buff folder to Dima, "What's this
one about?" Dima's eyes scanned over the writing. His face changed to one
of shock as he read it. Quickly he opened the folder, then snapped it
shut. He staggered, his face turning white. As he went to pass the folder
back to Forts, his grip failed him and several of the documents it
contained fell to the floor.

Forts jumped up, "God, Dima, are you okay? What is it?"

Dima bowed his head. "The Grand Duke had an investigation conducted into my
father. He was trying to find out what happened to your parents and
yourself."

"My God, what does it say?" Forts moved to comfort Dima, handing back the
folder to him.

It was my turn to speak. "Forts, I don't think Dima should see any more of
it until I have had it translated!"

Forts looked at me questioningly, snapping, "Are you doubting Prince Dima's
loyalty to me again?"

Athol glanced at me and then at Forts. "Son, Mishcon is right. It would be
best if we get it translated first."

"You too? Dima would never harm me. Can't any of you get that into your
heads?"

"Forts darling, it is probably for the best." Davy's voice was barely a
whisper.

Forts shook his head. "You are all wrong!" He hugged Dima and kissed his
cheek. "Dima, you have my complete trust and confidence, I want you to know
that!".

Dima stood back and gave a bow of his head. "Thank you Prince. But I
understand Mishcon's concerns. He is giving you good advice." Dima looked
round at all of us, "They all are!"

Forts hugged him again. "Okay, but you're staying by my side." Forts looked
round at the rest of us, his eyes challenging us to say anything else. He
pulled Dima closer. "You can translate all this other stuff for us."

Quietly, I placed the buff folder in my briefcase.

As expected, the rest of the box contained more old ownership documents,
including the ones for Dryford Manor and the horse stud. He handed these to
me. They joined the other buff folder in my briefcase. Forts smiled up as
he closed the box. "Well, I don't have to worry about any of these anymore,
at least."

He reached into the trunk. "Now for box number two." As we all watched,
Forts clipped open box number two. "This looks more interesting!" He pulled
out several leather pouches. The bases each looked about the size of a
tennis ball. He undid the leather strap securing the top of one and tipped
some of the contents into his open palm. He glanced back, "Old broken
glass?"

Athol chuckled and bent to pick one of the bits of 'glass' from Fort's
hand. "I think, son, you will find they are uncut diamonds, unless I am
very much mistaken." Forts sat staring at the dull stones, his mouth
hanging open. "Diamonds?" Davy reached for another bag and poured some of
its contents out. This time, multi-coloured, highly polished stones tumbled
out. Athol grabbed a couple. "Well, they look like more precious stones,
diamonds, rubies, sapphires and emeralds."

Archie was now on his knees beside Forts. "This box is full of these
pouches." He put his arm round Forts. "How's my very rich son?" It was an
attempt at mirth, but fell a bit flat. Forts just sat there shaking his
head. "I don't want any of this, none of it!" He gathered up the pouches
and put them all back in the metal box, and slammed the lid closed.

I reached out and touched his arm. "Forts, do you want me to go through the
rest of this stuff for you and give you an inventory of its contents?"

Before he could answer, Archie had already opened the other metal box. It
was packed tightly with what looked very much like jewellery boxes, each
emblazoned with a gold two headed Imperial Eagle. He opened one. It was a
magnificent lady's diamond headdress. Dima spoke, "It is a traditional
Russian Kokoshnik. Once just a lady's headdress, but as you can see, that
one was to be worn by Imperial ladies."

Forts got up and walked towards the window, his smile gone once more, he
stood with his back to us. Davy crossed and joined him. He turned again and
put his arm round Davy, shaking his head. "Why me?"


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