Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2022 13:23:01 +0000 (GMT) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 114b IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS Copyright and content notice No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author and publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the author or publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******* This Story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Any references made to schools, castles, entertainers and aristocratic titled personages are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or personages named are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ********************* 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?" ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 114b – Nightmares Davy continues the story What could I say to him? I put my arm round him, hugging him tightly. My mind raced back over all that had happened to us since that time I spied on him and Dickens in the shower at the Castle. I knew then I loved him and always would. Despite all the difficulties, he, well, we, had always overcome them. He had always triumphed, even after the attack by Mr Finley, he had bounced back. But what could I do to help him now? Most people would give their right arm to have his 'Problems'. Maybe it is true, money doesn't bring happiness. I snuggled closer, hoping my proximity was giving him some comfort. I stared out the window towards the fountain, watching the column of water forcing itself into the sky. The jets then tumbling back towards the ground, their upward flight momentarily beaten by gravity. Then, never giving up, they tried again. Images of Daphne's memorial flooded into my mind. Another idea of Forts, indeed it was even based on a drawing of his. The bronze doves, struggling skyward, symbolically overcoming gravity. The impassioned marble face of the girl yearning them upward into the sky. Daphne hadn't given up either. I became determined, nor would he. "Forts, you mustn't feel like that. Think of all the good that this wealth will allow you to do. Think of the opportunities. You have already done so much good. Sponsoring several children from poor backgrounds, helping them to get an excellent education. Then there are my parents and Andrew, all you have done for them. And me, what would I have done without you?" He looked down at me, his face was sad. "Anyone would have done those things." "Forts, no stop. You did them, no one else! Forts, you are the kindest, most generous person I know." He squeezed my hand against his chest. "Davy, it all frightens me. I came from having nothing. Well, from what I remember, now look at me, sorry, us. Wealthier than the King." "Well, that's an awful lot of good we can do. After the war ends, there will be lots of people, children, orphans all needing help. Just think about it." He squeezed me again. "And remember, we will have our own family too!" "With me by your side, we will be invincible!" Forts nodded, his face still wracked with doubt. I leant up and kissed him. "Come on, let's go and see what ideas the rest have." He gave a sad smirk. "Do we have to?" "Come on, don't be silly." I glanced back, several concerned faces were looking at us. "Come on darling, let's see what Mishcon says." Forts took a deep breath, "Come on, then." He leant down and kissed me. I love you Davy Thomas!" We walked back over to the table. The relief on Athol's face, palpable. Forts pulled out my chair. "Sorry everyone. This is all so unbelievable, it is taking a bit of getting used to." No one said anything, but everyone nodded. Athol and Archie both reaching over and reinforcing it with a hand squeeze. Mishcon spoke again, "Forts, Davy, I hope you don't mind, but while you were talking, we opened these other leather pouches. Basically, there are bags of cut precious stones, rubies, diamonds, emeralds and sapphires. Besides those, there are pouches of uncut stones, of all those types, too. Finally, there are three bags of assorted pearls and six bags containing solid gold Imperial Chervonetz coins. We haven't counted how many yet." I saw Forts glance skywards, shaking his head. Mishcon continued. "As you also saw, there are a dozen boxes of jewellery pieces, including broaches, bracelets, necklaces and a couple of Tiaras as well as the jewelled Kokoshnik." Athol reached over and took Forts hand, "Son, there is more in the bottom part of the trunk, too. Do you want to hear about that now or later?" Forts, still shaking his head in disbelief, looked at me. "This is going to be one hell of a foundation." I nodded, forcing myself to smile. Forts wasn't alone, the very idea filled me with dread too. Athol cocked his head. "Foundation?" Forts took my hand and with his eyes firmly on me answered, "Yes, Davy and I want to look at using it to set a foundation, to help those less fortunate than ourselves." I saw Athol's bottom lip tremble, "That's an amazing idea boys." Forts turned to Mishcon, "More work for you, I am afraid." He nodded, "It will be my pleasure Prince, and so generous of you both. Firstly though, we should finish all this other stuff, may I continue?" "Yes, best carry on, I suppose." There was a loud knock on the door. Forts glanced towards it. "Sorry, Dima, can you find out who that is?" Dima gave a quick nod and went to the door. We couldn't hear what he said, but he looked back towards us, obviously shocked. He stood back and Marcus came in with two men in suits. Marcus and Dima exchanged glances, Dima nodded at Marcus. Who turned to us all and announced, "Your Imperial Highness, sorry for the interruption, but there are two Police Officers demanding to see you immediately." I think we all stood as one, Forts looked round at me. "Police Officers? What have you been up to?" He gave a little chuckle, but he was the only one smiling. He turned to Marcus, "Bring them over, please. Dima, can you join us?" While Marcus fetched two more chairs, the taller of the two officers introduced himself. "Detective Superintendent Wilson from Great Scotland Yard and my colleague, Detective Inspector Davis." Athol couldn't contain himself. "Has there been a threat made against Forts, sorry his Imperial Highness Prince Drageon?" Forts looked at Athol, "Dad!" Wilson shook his head. "I know nothing about anything like that. I am here about the murder of the chamberlain last night." "The chamberlain?" Forts let out a nervous laugh. "You're joking?" "Most definitely not, Sir. The chamberlain was killed last night in what can only be described as an execution." "Execution?" "Yes, I understand he was employed by yourself until yesterday." Mishcon grabbed Fort's arm. "Prince, please say nothing at the moment." "But I have done nothing!" "Prince Drageon, Your Highness, please." Athol moved and stood next to Forts. "Son, listen to Mishcon until we find out what's going on, please." The officers explained what had happened and that the chamberlain had been heard to threaten Drageon and his father. The officers wanted to know more about that threat, why it had been made, that sort of thing. Several times Mishcon had interrupted, advising both Athol and Forts not to say anything. I watched the officers' faces. All this secrecy wasn't helping. It even looked suspicious to me, like we were hiding something. But, I knew why Mishcon wanted them to say nothing, if the real reason came out, it would lead to even more problems. Wilson eventually stood, realising he was getting nowhere with his questions. Strangely, he laid down the piece of paper he had been looking at as he spoke to us on the table, tapping it lightly. "I have to ask you all to remain at the Manor, while we investigate further. I am sure you understand." They both headed for the door, then stopped and Wilson turned back. "I may have to ask you all to attend the Police station at a later date." As Forts went to speak, Mishcon stood, "Yes Detective Superintendent, that should not be a problem. Please contact my office to arrange a suitable time for us to attend." Wilson nodded and they both left. Athol reached for the piece of paper Wilson had left. It was an extract from a formal statement written by the police Inspector who arrested the chamberlain. The extract read: 'On being led out of the building, the chamberlain shouted, "Look, they are all here. Sodomites every one of them. It's them you should be arresting. Especially that one." The chamberlain pointed and then spat towards the prince, I ushered him away. As he was led to the car, the chamberlain shouted out again. "You're all smiling now, but by the time I am finished, he will be ruined, him and his homosexual father. Perverts!" I then conveyed him back to the local Police Station.' "Oh God." Athol shook his head and handed the paper to Mishcon. ** Archie continues the story. What a morning! Athol went for a lie down, I needed fresh air. Having walked round the extensive gardens, I found myself sitting on the marble bench surrounding the fountain. My mind, lost in my own thoughts as I went over and over the words in that police inspector's statement, and what it might mean for us all. "Archie, sorry to bother you, but have you got a moment? I need to talk." I looked up, McPhee looked troubled, he obviously had something on his mind. I forced a smile and patted the space beside me, "Sure, it's not very comfortable, but sit down... Now what can I do for you?" McPhee sat with me for a moment, then looked straight into my eyes. "It's about Gary, I heard about the police visit earlier." I couldn't hold his stare, frightened my face might give away my own feelings. I looked into the fountain. "What about, Gary?" McPhee, usually so in control, shook his head and stood, his voice trembled. "Gary, went out late last night, he came back in all cold and acting very strange..." "Gary, was out? I thought he was feeling unwell and went to bed?" McPhee nodded, his lips tightly closed. Then blurted, "That's what he said, but he was definitively out." "Maybe he just wanted some fresh air?" McPhee shook his head. "No, I don't think so. He was acting so strange. He frightened me. Then the police... coming..." "It sounds like you think Gary was somehow involved." McPhee was obviously struggling with his emotions, "Oh God, Archie, I don't know. But where was he? Why did he act so strange? I never told anyone, but I always suspected Gary was behind... Oh God, this sounds so stupid." McPhee turned and looked towards the Manor, shaking his head. "Sorry, I am just being silly, how could he be? Sorry for bothering you." "McPhee, Chris, sit down. You're not making a lot of sense." I took his arm and gently pulled him back to sit down. "Now, what have you always suspected Gary of being involved in?" McPhee bent over, putting his head in his hands, his voice low. "After that time at the Castle, when I was knocked down by the 'Ghost's horse'... Sorry, this is just too ridiculous to carry on. You will think I am going crazy." I took his hand. He wasn't crazy, I knew that. The same thought had been troubling me after the sudden death of the chamberlain. What was worse, I knew Gary was behind all the recent appearances of the 'ghost of Castle Fraser'. Every time someone made a threat against the Lord of MacDonald, or his heirs, the ghost appeared and the culprit met a grizzly end. Gary had been present yesterday when the chamberlain threatened Athol and Forts, now the chamberlain was dead. I put my arm round McPhee. "Have you said anything to anyone else about this?" McPhee shook his head. I hugged him tighter. "Chris, I am sure you're mistaken. Best not to say anything to anyone else, they may misconstrue what you're saying and we don't want Gary getting into any trouble. Are you happy to leave it with me?" McPhee nodded. I stood, "Come on, let's get back and see what's to eat, I am starving." We headed back to the Manor, I would have to speak to Athol and get Gary away quickly, before anyone else started asking questions. * "Right, get him away, back to the Castle. What was he thinking?" "Athol, we don't know he was definitely involved." Athol shook his head, "Don't we? You know as well as I do it was him. I will speak to him once we get back, this has to stop!" I made sure Gary was on the next train back to Scotland. He didn't leave willingly, arguing he had nothing to do with it, but eventually agreed he would leave. As I said goodbye, he turned to me, his eyes boring into me. "You had better make sure nothing happens to either of them. If it does, someone will pay. Do you understand?... I said, do you understand?" I wasn't going to even answer that. I just nodded and left the room. ** Marcus continues the story. "Quick, in you come, neither of them are here." "Are you sure it is okay? Aren't you supposed to be working?" "Shush, I will say I am ironing if anyone calls for me. Now in you come and get into that bed!" Giggling, we both threw off our clothes, which formed an ever-growing untidy pile on the floor. I knew Denis from when I had been a footman at the Manor. We had been lovers then. I loved the heavy Russian drawl to his voice, especially when he had his mouth by my ear and he was on my back. Denis was thirty, so older than me by nearly eight years, but we had so much in common and loved each other deeply. He glanced up, noticing I had stopped undressing. "You had better be going to take off those socks!" He laughed and jumped on to the bed. I removed my socks and joined him. Denis was just over six feet, had a lovely toned body, short cropped blond hair. His chest just brushed with darker hairs, which formed a T shape across his chest and thinned as they reached his navel where they transformed into a thinner, darker treasure trail down to his trimmed pubes and his beautiful, uncut, six-inch erection. It wasn't the biggest dick I had ever had, but he knew just what to do with it. He pulled me into his arms laughing, "We should have waited until tonight, you know one of them will call for you, just as soon as we get going!" ** Davy continues the story. Athol and Archie had just left. They informed us that Gary had left the Manor returning urgently to the Castle. Forts, had asked "But why dad, is there a problem?" Athol had sounded evasive, "Nothing for you to worry about, son." "There's nothing wrong with Maureen, is there?" Athol had barked back. "I said that it was nothing for you to worry about... Actually, it is probably a good idea, none of us mention he was even here." "What? Dad, what's going on?" "Nothing, the less you know, the better. Son, please, no more questions, I don't want to have to lie to you." "Dad?" "Okay, I sent him back on an urgent errand for me, are you happy?" I knew we had just been lied to. Athol stood and took hold of both of us, addressing us both. His face was deadly serious, "Son, Davy, please, Gary was never here, okay? Please!" Athol was obviously struggling to hold it together, he turned for the door, Archie following. As Athol left the room, Archie stopped at the door, "Chaps, it's called plausible deniability. You can't be involved in it if you know nothing. Just remember, your dad loves you both and wants nothing to happen to either of you." He nodded and left, closing the door. Forts and I sat staring at each other. Shocked at their news of Gary's sudden departure, concerned about our unanswered questions, but more troubling than that, Athol's demands for secrecy. Forts sat shaking his head, "What was that all about?" "I have no idea." "But why did Gary have to leave? And why aren't we to mention he was here?" I stood and moved behind him, he turned his face up to mine and kissed me. "Darling, I really don't know. Come on, let's get you more comfortable. Let me take off this tunic." Forts stood, undoing the buttons, I eased the jacket off his shoulders and took it. As I walked to hang it, the envelope Mishcon had given him fell out. "Forts, here is that letter from the Grand Duke for you." He came across to me and took the envelope. Turning it a few times in his hands as he looked at it. "Are you going to see what it says?" He sighed, "Yes, I suppose I had better." "Do you want me to sit with you?" Forts nodded, "Do you mind?" "Of course not! Marcus! Are you free?" There was a muffled call from his room, which I was pretty sure was preceded by the word "Shit" swiftly followed by "Give me a minute, I am ironing." Then it sounded like he was having a conversation with someone else, I was sure I could hear another muffled voice. "No problem when you're ready. It's just Forts tunic. I will leave it on the chair." "Thank you." His voice sounded a bit flustered as it filtered back to me. What was going on in there? I joined Forts in the chairs by the window. "I think Marcus has a visitor." We both grinned. Forts laughed, "No doubt the new candidate for chamberlain." More laughter from us both. I leant in to him. "Shall I insist he comes straight away?" "No, don't be cruel, leave them to it." We both giggled again. Forts took a deep breath, he reached for and opened the envelope, removing the hand-written letter. "Shall I read it out loud?" "If you want to, or you can read it first and then tell me what it says if you want to. I know it's a private letter to you." "Davy, I have no secrets from you. Ready?" I nodded. 'Prince Drageon. Fort's! (I love that name, sorry)' Forts stopped, exhaled, his eyes watering. He handed the letter to me. "You read it." I took the letter. 'If you're reading this letter, it means I am no longer with you. We never had the chance to really talk, something I deeply regret. If I live long enough, I hope to change that. You will never know how much joy it brought to my heart when we found you. God bless fate and Prince Dima. I loved your father and mother very much. You hadn't arrived when they fled Russia, with Dima's father, Prince Dimitri Chikenoff. I still can not reconcile how he fled abandoning his wife and children, but he was never the man your father was. Maybe I am being too harsh on him, it was a frightening, confusing time. Dimitri tried, but never quite had the strength of character either of your parents possessed. I spoke with him twice when he finally arrived in England, minus your parents and you. I never got a straight answer as to what had happened to them. It broke my heart to hear they were gone and you, only a baby, lost. By now you will have found the file in the safe deposit box, detailing the investigation I had carried out, first trying to find out what befell your parents and, importantly, where you were. It is a sad read. I refused to see Prince Dimitri again. You know he is now dead also, so we may never know his side of that tragic tale. Forts, Prince Dima, is not like his father, yet his life has been stigmatised and plagued by the rumours about his father. Please remember Dima and Theodora are your closest blood relatives, treat them well and look after them both. Both of them adore you, but then you know that. I am sure you now know that Theodora's baby is yours. Forts, Theodora and I spoke at length, it was me who arranged for you to be the father of her child. We both saw how much you loved Davy and realised that a marriage between you and Theodora would never happen. Fort's, please forgive me for tricking you. Your Romanov royal blood will give the baby, a boy, by the way, a direct claim to the throne, should the Tsar not be alive. I have instructed that on my death you are to be made a Grand Duke. I know you will use your position and considerable wealth for good. God bless you, my child. Please find it in your heart to forgive me for all I have done.' I glanced at Forts, tears rolling down his cheeks. I handed him the letter, he looked at it and held it to his chest, mumbling. "Yes, I forgive you." ********************** Folks, I really hope you're enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. 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