Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2022 20:38:42 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 130c

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"A Message on the Death of Queen Elizabeth II."

"Friends, you will all now be aware of the sad death of our Queen,
Elizabeth II. Operation Pied Piper as you are all aware, featured Queen
Elizabeth as a child, the Princess Elizabeth. Of course, none of what I
have written with regard to her is true and I hope I did not cause any of
you offence. I suppose when you write a fictional story, based in real
events in history you can run the risk of doing just that. It was recently
said to me by a reader of the story that all of the characters would now in
all likelihood, be resting eternally in the Mausoleum so lovingly
constructed in the fictional grounds of Castle Fraser. I leave you all with
that thought, ending by saying, "Thank you Ma'am, for your service and
compassion over 70 years."

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Davy wrapped his arms round me.

"Just reminiscing..."

Davy squeezed me and smiled at Darius, "I thought you two must have a past,
the way you react to each other."

I felt myself tense. Davy felt it and looked into my eyes. "It's okay to
love someone, Gethin."

I hugged him, "Davy, I have never told Callum about it... can you
understand?"

He squeezed me back and took Darius' hand, "We all have secrets..."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 130c - London


Forts continues the story

"Come on you three, what are you all up to? The Party is still going on."

I embraced the three of them in my arms. "Hi Darling." I kissed Davy.

"Come inside, you have to see this, Dima is dancing with Vlad."

Gethin grinned, "I have to see this!"

Darius smiled at me, "Is he really a priest?"

"Yes, he is an amazing guy. I love him to bits."

*

We went back into the suite through the heavy blackout curtains. Dima and
Vlad were no longer dancing, now they were making out on the couch. Vlad
jumped up, looking embarrassed as we entered, but couldn't hide his own
erection. I glanced at Dima who was making no attempt to hide his.

Davy rushed to the record player and put on the tune, "In the mood," by
Glenn Miller. He held out his hand to Gethin, who smiled, and looked at me,
"Can I?"

I nodded, laughing, "As long as he doesn't get jealous when I dance with
Darius."

I saw Darius glance at Gethin, who nodded and mouthed, "Go for it."

I held out my hand to him and pulled him closer to me. "Time to get to know
you better."

Darius winked, "Go easy on me."

I swirled him round and pulled off his house coat while slipping mine off
my shoulders. His eyes drifted down from my face to my wakening cock. He
winked again and placed one of his hands on my arse cheek, the other on my
back and then he pulled me tighter to him.

I glanced back as Davy changed the record to "Moonlight Serenade". Both of
them were now naked too. Gethin stood behind Davy, embracing him. His fat,
hard cock nestled between the crack of Davy's arse as he changed the record
and placed the needle arm onto the disc. Davy glanced round and looked into
my eyes, mouthing, "Remember, it is you I love."

As the record began, I replied, "I love you too." I turned back to Darius,
our cocks both now hard and standing up between us. He pushed himself
against me and ground his hardon into mine. We began kissing, our kisses
growing ever more passionate and feverish. Momentarily we broke apart, I
looked into his eyes, "Do you think you will cope with keeping me safe?"

Another grind against my cock, "Oh, I think so."

I felt a slap on my arse, it was Davy, "Come on you two, last one on the
bed is a Mary." I heard Gethin belly laugh, that was always one of his
sayings. Davy broke for the door, Gethin in hot pursuit. Darius seemed to
recognise the words and charged after Davy and Gethin. Vlad and Dima were
exchanging surprised glances. Dima suddenly began to scramble up out of the
chair. I grabbed Vlad's hand with one of mine and pushed Dima back into the
chair with the other.

"That's cheating," he shrieked after me as Vlad and I ran through to the
master bedroom, both of our cocks swinging wildly.

Davy, Gethin and Darius were grinning at us as we came through the door,
all of them already on the bed. Vlad and I ran and jumped up to join
them. Dima came to the door, hard cock in hand, "I think we need a rerun,
someone cheated... Didn't they... Your Imperial Highness!"

I laughed and grabbed Vlad, "That's not true, is it Father?"

"Don't you drag me into this... Your Imperial Highness."

Davy's hands clutched me round the waist, he nibbled my ear as he laughed,
"Have you been cheating again?"

I stuck out my lip and nodded.

"Well, you know what to do." Davy skelped my arse with his hand.

"Ouch!" I clambered down and walked to Dima, who was still standing with
his hands on his hips.

I had barely gotten to him when he shoved me out of the way and raced to
the bed... "Mary... Mary... Mary..."

I watched them all and then clicked off the light switch and joined them
all on the bed. It really was pitch black. I felt my way back into the pile
of writhing bodies sliding my hands over smooth and hairy flesh, my fingers
touching mouths and hard throbbing wet cocks.

I began kissing a willing mouth, our tongues struggling to dominate. A hand
gripped my throbbing shaft and squeezed. I giggled to myself at the
absurdity of it. Unless it was Darius, all of them should have recognised
my cock. Maybe it was him. I let my fingers run over their chest, seeking
out nipples, feeling for any hair.

As I snogged, I felt my leg lifted and a head sliding between them and a
warm mouth easing over my cockhead. Whose mouth was that? It obviously
wasn't the guy I was kissing. I heard myself groan as my cock was swallowed
down his throat. It had to be Davy; he could do that. Then I heard him
giggle to my left. Fuck, who was it? It might be Vlad, but I didn't
remember him being able to do it before. Not Dima, surely? I dropped a hand
and felt their head running my fingers through their hair. It told me
nothing, all of us had short hair.

I pushed forward, deeper into his throat, suddenly feeling a wet tongue
lick across my taint. Shit, who was that? My throbbing cock was still
deeply embedded in the willing throat and my tongue was still duelling with
the original guy. Now someone was licking my hole; fuck, this was amazing.

The person I was snogging broke away, and I felt him shuffling up the bed,
a cockhead pressed to my lips. I opened my mouth for the precum soaked
bellend. It had to be Darius, I didn't recognise the cock, or maybe it was
Vlad? The cock pushed to the back of my throat; it wasn't huge, so it
wasn't Dima or Gethin's. I smirked in the darkness; Fuck, I hope it's not
Davy's he would kill me for not recognising his; no, it definitely wasn't
his... Well, I don't think so.

Firm hands gripped my arse cheeks and began to push my legs up towards my
shoulders. Their owner's tongue continued working my arsehole as he eased
my arse up. Above me, I felt a pair of hands grab my feet; they must belong
to the chap I was sucking. They held me in position on the small of my
back, there was a yelp from the chap sucking my cock as my knee collided
with his ear. I tried to recognise the voice, nope, it was no good, I had
no idea who any of them were.

I felt another pair of hands fondle my balls. My feet were released, and
the cock pulled out of my mouth. I felt the bed move as he moved down to
join the chap working my arse. I vaguely heard a chuckle and then two
tongues began kissing and licking each of my balls, then down across my
taint to my hole. A hissed voice told me to hold your legs up. I was so
lost, floating on a cloud of pleasure, who was I to argue?

I lay my head flat on the mattress, another groan and I felt the mouth
pulling from my cock. Simultaneously, someone shuffled up between my arse
cheeks and a hard, wet cock slid across my taint and locked into place by
my twitching hole. I reached down, feeling firm, muscled thighs,
tensing. My cock flopped down on to my stomach as the mouth released
it... Nooooo. I was enjoying that.

The mouth's owner whispered, "Wait." I felt them carefully swing a leg over
me and a hand grip my rock-hard shaft. It was wanked a few times and then
positioned at the entrance to someone's warm hole. I still had no idea
whose. I reached up expecting to feel someone's chest, but found my hands
on their back. While my alcohol befuddled brain tried to make sense of it,
I groaned as the cock poised at my hole was thrust into me. At the same
time, my cock began to slide into a nice warm arse as its owner began to
lower himself on to me. For the next few minutes, I was fucked while I
fucked.

A mouth sought out mine and another tongue began duelling with mine: Fuck,
this was amazing. But I still had no idea who was giving me this much
pleasure. My mind flitted between trying to work it out and just enjoying
the fun. Fuck.

When I thought I would go mad, the mouth broke away from mine and I heard
Davy whisper in my ear, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Fuck yes, it's amazing. I love you."

He kissed my cheek. Then gave a guttural groan over me as his body lunged
forward. I giggled, as I kissed him, "Are you being fucked?"

Another moan, "What do you think..."

That was it, I felt my balls tighten and my arse grip the cock embedded in
me tighter. A moan from the owner and he increased his fucking speed, his
balls soon slapping noisily against my arse. The chap riding my cock
obviously realised what was happening. I could feel his body shake as he
wanked faster and faster, powering his arse up and down on my shaft, his
arse muscles gripping my excited swollen cock.

"Fuck I am cumming," he bellowed out... It was Darius riding me! His arse
gripped my cock tight, and I exploded deep inside him, setting off the guy
fucking me... I felt his cock spasming inside me as he dumped his load into
my guts.

"Jesus Forts, your arse is so tight and hot." Ah ha, it was Vlad.


**


Dima takes up the story the next day

Around ten in the morning, we were informed that Mishcon was downstairs in
the hotel foyer waiting for us. I could tell Forts wasn't really happy
about all the meetings he had. He had wanted to spend the day with Davy,
Andrew, and Davy's parents, now that wasn't going to happen. He was just
sitting drinking a cup of tea, he still wasn't dressed and if I am honest,
he looked a bit rough.

"Forts, do you want me to have Mishcon sent up?"

Forts huffed, "Yes, you had better." He pulled himself out of the chair and
pressed the butler call bell.

"You rang, Your Imperial Highness."

"Carson, could you set up the small office for a meeting and put some tea
and biscuits in it... Thank you."

Carson never even flinched seeing Forts totally naked, "Yes Sir. Will your
guest be requiring breakfast?"

Forts grinned, "I know I will. Yes, is that possible?"

"Of course, Sir."

Carson bowed and left us. Forts stretched, "I had better go and have a
shower." He grinned, "Wake up, sleeping beauty."

I had already showered and shaved earlier. I was feeling a bit guilty for
having spent the night with Vlad next to me. Not that anything happened,
well, not after we all headed finally to bed.

A few minutes later Davy came through into the sitting area, carrying a cup
of tea. "Good morning, Dima."

I glanced at the clock, "Morning Davy. Forts hasn't gone back to bed, has
he?"

He chuckled, "No, he is just having a shower. He shouldn't be too long."

Davy had barely gotten the words out when Carson reappeared with Mishcon
and a young lady. "Mr Mishcon and Miss Abigale Tuffington."

I stood. Davy shuffled on the chair, trying to make himself decent. "Good
morning Mishcon, Miss."

Mishcon surveyed the room, it did look a bit of a state. I wasn't sure how
fresh it smelt, either.

Mishcon came to attention and bowed. "Good morning Prince Dimitri... Your
Highness. Good morning Davy... Your Grace. May I introduce Miss Abigale
Tuffington, my secretary, for today."

I watched Davy's eyes give the young lady the once up and down, before
acknowledging Mishcon and returning to his cup of tea.

"Carson, can you show Mr Mishcon and Miss Tuffington through to the meeting
room, please?"

Carson nodded, "This way, please."

I waited until they were gone, "I had better go and hurry Forts up."

Davy laughed, "Good luck with that..."

*

I went through to the master bedroom, "Forts, they are here."

Forts' beaming face appeared round the door, "Who's they?"

"Err, Mishcon and a young lady, his secretary."

Forts grinned, and raised his eyebrows, "Oh no, she is not pretty, is she?"

I nodded. Forts shook his head, "Has Davy seen her?"

"Yes."

"Oh, no. Oh well, help me with this tunic and let's go through."

I helped Forts with his tunic jacket. He always looked so dashing, his hair
was still a bit damp and his fringe flopped over his forehead. He stood
facing me, with that Forts' smile of his. "Will I do?"

"Certainly." I grinned.

"Come on then, I am starving."

With a renewed spring in his step, Forts bounded out of the room into the
seating area. Davy looked up from his paper and winked, "Behave yourself."

Forts turned to me, "Dima, do you believe it? He still doesn't trust me."

Davy grinned, "Just don't be too charming... My Prince."

Forts laughed and leant down to give Davy a kiss, whispering something in
his ear, which caused them both to giggle.

*

"Good morning Mishcon, Miss."

Mishcon leapt up as Forts barrelled into the room, closely followed by
me. "Sorry... Good morning Your Imperial Highness."

The young lady curtseyed. Forts gave her a nod, "Good morning." He turned
to Mishcon, "Okay, sit, sit... What have you got for me that couldn't
wait?"

Mishcon smiled and was about to speak when Forts turned towards the
door. "CARSON." He turned back to Mishcon, "You both don't mind if we make
it a working breakfast meeting, do you? I am starving."

Mishcon, flustered, "No, please, go ahead, Your Imperial Highness."

"Good... Mishcon, remember call me Forts, please."

Mishcon nodded. Carson took breakfast and tea orders and left. Forts
beamed. "Okay, go ahead."

His secretary handed Mishcon a buff folder, which he opened. "Forts, I
don't know if your father, Athol, informed you of the letter we received
from Grand Duke Alexi Krillp. It was right at the time of Grand Duchess
Theodora's death."

Fort's smile vanished, and he glanced at me. "Go on. I don't think dad
did."

Mishcon suddenly looked uneasy. "Forts, after the announcement of
Theodora's death and the birth of Draco, I received this communication from
a Grand Duke Alexi Krillp based in America. He demanded to know why your
name was shown as being the father of Draco, and not his relation, Grand
Duke Pavel Petrovich." Mishcon looked at the desk, "Err, Theodora's
husband."

Forts barked back at him, "Why didn't I know about this?" He turned to me,
"Did you know, Dima?"

"No, my Prince." I didn't. I could see Forts was furious.

Mishcon stammered, "I think, your father... Sorry, that is, we all
felt... You had enough to cope with ... What with Theodora's death and
looking after Draco."

Forts silenced him. "What does this Grand Duke Krillp want?"

Before Mishcon could speak, Forts turned to me, "Have you heard of him?"

I nodded, "Forts, yes. The Krillp family fled Russia to America at the time
of the collapse. I have only heard of them once since, and that is that the
Grand Duke stated he was the rightful heir to the last Tsar. But I thought
his name was Constantine Krillp, Alexi must be his son."

Mishcon spoke, "Constantine died in 1939, his son Alexi assumed the role of
head of the family and the claim to be the next Tsar."

"Tell him Forts has already been declared Tsar Nicolas III..." I hissed.

Forts shook his head, "Dima... No. He is welcome to that title. Go on
Mishcon."

"Forts, the latest letter is demanding an immediate response to the
original letter. He wants a full withdrawal of, err," Obviously
embarrassed, Mishcon focused on the letter, avoiding Forts' eyes. "Of the
ridiculous claim by this phoney, Prince Drageon Drageonivanov, to be the
father of Grand Duke Draco. And further, that Draco is immediately sent to
America where his blood family can care for him and not some," Mishcon
stumbled over the last word, "Social climbing imposter."

Forts sighed and slumped back in his chair, "And I am only being told about
this now?" He was trying to stay calm, but his voice was tense.

"Your Imperial Highness." I had never seen Mishcon so uncomfortable.

Forts exploded, banging the desk. Mishcon jumped back at Forts' sudden
explosion. "It's Forts! Forts! How many times!..." Abigale, who had been
looking more and more uncomfortable as the meeting went on, just burst into
tears. Forts took a breath, he looked irritated, but his compassion rushed
to the surface again. "Please Miss, I am sorry, please forgive me... Dima,
a hankie please for the young lady."

I handed Abigale a hankie as Forts turned back to Mishcon, "So, what if we
don't agree to his demands?"

Mishcon focused on the letter again, avoiding Forts' eyes once more, "He
will move to have the marriage of Theodora and Grand Duke Pavel Petrovich
annulled due to non-consummation and adultery... And Grand Duke Draco,
declared, sorry Forts, an illegitimate bastard, as he puts it, and then
move to have the Petrovich fortune removed from him."

"Can he do these things?"

Mishcon slowly nodded, "Ultimately it would be for the American courts to
decide. But yes, there is nothing to stop him taking the matters to court."

Forts closed his eyes, "Okay, so what can we do? I am not renouncing Draco
as my son."

Mishcon hesitated, "I am not sure Forts. If he drags this to court in
America... I think we need to engage an American legal firm... But that
won't be easy during wartime."

Forts stood and crossed to the window and stared out over the London
skyline. "Do it... Mishcon, is there anything else I don't know about?"

"No, Forts. I am sorr..."

Forts stopped him, "Never let this happen again... Understand? NEVER!"

Mishcon nodded.

Forts continued. "I need to think about this and speak to Davy and Dima
privately. Is there anything else you need to speak to me about today?"

"No, I just need a couple of signatures, Forts."

Forts quickly signed the papers Mishcon presented and then turned for the
door. "Thank you. Mishcon, Miss... Dima, can you see them out, please?"

*

Mishcon gathered up his papers and the two of them left with me. I escorted
them down in the lift to the foyer. We paused just outside the lift doors.

"Dima, I am sorry. I honestly thought Athol would have told Forts by now."

"No, he hadn't. That bastard Krillp. As if Forts and Davy, all of us, in
fact, haven't been through enough. What about employing some private
detectives to see if they can turn up any dirt on Alexi Krillp?"

Mishcon nodded, "I can look into that. If you think Forts would be okay
with it?"

"I am sure he would. There is no way any of us will lose Draco."

**

The three shook hands and as Mishcon and Abigale said their goodbyes. None
of them noticed the old man in a threadbare suit sitting on a chair
nearby. Silently he stood and, glancing at his watch, hurried off down the
corridor.

**

Dima picks up the story where he left off

I found Forts in the sitting room with Davy and Vlad. He had obviously told
them what had happened.

Davy glared up at me as I entered. "Did you know about this?" he snapped.

Forts reached for his hand, "Davy, Dima has assured me he didn't."

I reiterated it to Davy. "Davy, I knew nothing, I promise."

"So, what's to be done?" Davy looked close to tears, "I am not letting
Draco be sent away."

Forts knelt in front of him and took his hand. "Davy, that's not going to
happen. I promise!"

Vlad moved closer to Davy and put his arm round him and squeezed him.

He glanced at Forts, "Do I have your permission to speak to the bishop,
after all, he was the one who married Theodora and Pavel, and also
christened Draco."

Forts nodded, "If you think it will help."

Vlad smiled, "It can't do any harm."

The striking of Big Ben in the distance reminded me, "Forts, excuse me,
remember you said you would meet with the gentleman from last night, Count
Samara?"

Forts glanced up, "Shit, I had forgotten about him."

"Shall I get rid of him for you Forts?" I offered.

Vlad stood, "I don't think that would be right. Forts, you must see him."

Forts nodded, "Dima, can you get Gethin to come and sit with Davy? I think
you should come with Vlad and me, too."

Forts stood slowly, "Davy, will you be okay? I won't be long. Don't worry,
Draco isn't going anywhere. We have lawyers too..."

Davy nodded. I fetched Gethin through and he came and sat with Davy, while
Forts, Father Vladimir and I went to speak to Count Samara in one of the
hotel meeting rooms.

**

Father Vladimir takes up the story.

"Well, where is he?" Forts glanced at me.

"I am sure he will be with us soon. Forts please, remember that none of
this business with Krillp has anything to do with Count Samara."

Forts nodded and went to stand by the now open French windows, he looked
out on to the terrace.

There was a quiet knock on the door. I looked round, "Count, please come
in."

Forts was preoccupied, still looking out the window.

Dima glanced at me. "Your Imperial Highness, the Count of Samara, is here."

Forts turned, forcing himself to smile as he crossed and offered his hand
to the old Count. "Count Samara, thank you for coming to see me."

The Count bowed, "Your Imperial Highness." Forts stopped him, "Please,
Count, let's just sit. There is no need for that."

The old man took a seat. Forts sat next to him smiling, "Please Count,
permit me to introduce Prince Dimitri Chikenoff, and my spiritual adviser,
Father Vladimir."

The old Count greeted us both. Forts reached for the Count's hand and held
it. The Count's eyes had not left Forts' face since he arrived. "I can
barely believe it is you. At first I thought it must be your father... you
look so like him... but I knew he hadn't survived, nor your beautiful
mother." The old man's gaze may have been fixed on Forts' face, but it was
obvious he was seeing way back. "Your mother was just so beautiful and so
kind."

I saw Forts swallow, "How did you know my parents, Count?"

He leant forward and stroked Fort's cheek, "He was so handsome and she so
beautiful." He turned to Dima, "I knew your father and mother too, Prince."

Dima nodded, "My mother is still alive, Count. She lives just outside
London. I am sure she would be pleased to meet you again."

Samara nodded. "That would be nice. Alas, the Grand Duke Truorwskoy
wouldn't allow me to attend any of the society events he arranged."

Forts sat forward, "But why?"

Samara shook his head, "I am embarrassed and sorry to say Prince, although
my family were only a minor one, and only distantly related to the Imperial
Royal Family, after the breakdown of our motherland, my father, may his
soul rest in peace, supported the Krillp Family claim to the succession."

Forts tensed, "The Krillp claim. Do you mean Grand Duke Alexi Krillps'
claim?"

Samara shook his head, "No, Prince, Alexi was only a boy then. My father
supported his father Grand Duke Constantine Krillp's claim... Not that
bastard son of his, Alexi."

This was the second time today that Forts had heard the word 'bastard.' He
glanced at me and Dima and then back to Samara.

"Count excuse me. I have heard that name just as many times as I can stand
today. Please, tell me about my parents."

Samara's face lit up as he remembered old memories. "Your parents came to
my family's estate a number of times... We had some of the best hunting and
fishing in Russia." His eyes glazed again as he sat silently. Forts
squeezed his hand. Samara continued, "Your father loved hunting... He was a
good shot too... We had a lovely time... Your mother was carrying you, I
remember. They were both so excited about your imminent arrival... You were
born shortly after they left... For the last time. I would have been around
thirty then." His voice faded.

Forts was still holding Samara's hand tightly. I noticed Forts glance down
at the frayed cuff of the Counts' suit and shirt. He looked at me and
nodded at it. It was the same suit that the Count had been wearing last
night. I had not noticed its condition then. It had definitely seen better
days.

Luckily it was my look Samara noticed and not Forts. He glanced down,
obviously embarrassed, and carefully moved his fingers, manipulating the
material of his cuffs covering the frayed area.

Forts noticed, shook his head sadly, and continued. "So where are you
living now, Count?"

"Very close to here, actually. With the little money my father brought with
him, he managed to purchase a small basement flat... After he died... I
took it over."

"How did you support yourself?" Forts sounded genuinely concerned.

"I had to work, Prince. My family barely escaped with our lives, nothing
else." He sighed and chuckled, "I got a job here at the Savoy. My breeding
made me an excellent waiter... once I got used to it."

"You worked here? So that was how the General Manager knew who you were?"

"Yes, Prince... I was always referred to as the Count, when I worked
here. I think the hotel liked to introduce me as Count Samara, it sounded
good. Alas, my previous position counted for very little."

Forts shook his head and glanced at me. "You don't still work here, do
you?"

Another chuckle, "No Prince, I am too old now. They let me go a few years
ago."

Forts glanced at Dima and me again. Before turning back to Samara, "Count,
how did you know I would be staying here?"

Samara looked momentarily concerned. Forts squeezed his hand, "It's okay,
you can tell me. I am pleased you found out."

Samara smiled and quietly said, "I hope you don't mind, Prince. An old
friend of mine works here at the Savoy. Before I was let go, I used to work
here with him. He knew of my family's past. Now, he kindly invites me once
a week and makes sure I have a good meal." A tear formed in Samara's eye.

Forts looked shocked, "What do you do for food the rest of the week?"

"I manage Prince, there is the ration." Samara smiled, but obviously didn't
want to dwell on the subject. He continued, "Last week, my friend mentioned
that a Grand Duke, Drageonivanov, Romanov, was going to be staying. Please
don't get him into trouble, Prince. He meant no harm. I knew the name, I
just had to see you. Please don't get him into trouble."

Forts shook his head and squeezed the old man's fingers. "I can't imagine
what you have had to go through... It must have been truly awful."

Again, Samara smiled, "One does what one has to do, Prince, to survive."

Forts nodded and indicated for me to come closer. I did and instinctively
took the old man's other hand. Samara seemed calmed by my close presence.

Dima stood and looked towards the balustrade of the terrace. "Didn't the
Krillp family make sure your parents were okay financially... After the
collapse?"

Samara shook his head, "They knew my father knew their dark family secret."
His voice dropped as he said the words, then continued. "I think they hoped
he would just die quickly and quietly."

Dima turned to Samara, "Why didn't your father contact the Grand Duke
Truorwskoy again?"

"He tried Prince Dimitri, but he wasn't granted an audience."

Forts glanced at me; I knew he wanted me to say something.

I squeezed Samara's hand. "Did your father ever reveal the Krillp Family
secret?"

Forts glanced between Dima and me as Samara focused his eyes on me.

"He did, Father, just before he died..." The old man seemed to gather his
thoughts. "Alexi is not the son of Grand Duke Constantine, Father. His
mother had an affair with a groom from the stables. Alexi is the bastard
born of that union."

"Can you prove this?" Dima barked, suddenly moving towards us. The old man
looked startled...

Forts turned, "Dima, enough! Let Father Vladimir speak." Dima stopped in
his tracks and nodded.

I felt Forts' eyes on me, everybody's eyes, actually. "It is a serious
allegation, Count. Can you prove it?" I could feel the tension in the
air. Forts glanced at Dima again and then back to Samara.

The old Count went into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out an old
yellowed, worn envelope. He gave a conspiratorial smile, "My father was no
fool. These are sworn statements of servants, the midwife, and the doctor."

Dima stepped forward, "But why would they give sworn statements against
their employer?"

Forts barked, "Dima!"

The Count sat back, "No, it is okay, Prince." Samara's eyes focused on
Dima, "The world is a strange place Prince Dimitri, as your own family
knows only too well. It is safer for us all to trust in legal
documents... Not in goodwill."

I saw Dima's face. I spoke again, "Count, but why didn't your father reveal
the papers when the Krillp family refused to help him?"

The old man nodded, "My father had concealed them in an old book and then,
with his advancing years, forgot where he put them. I only found them when
I was looking recently for something to sell from our possessions."

I saw Forts shake his head. He closed his eyes; a tear rolled down one
cheek. He raised the Count's hand while lowering his own head. He touched
the Count's hand to his forehead. "Count Samara, I promise you will never
have to sell any of your possession again. Prince Dima will see to it on my
behalf."

Samara glanced at me and then back at Forts, aghast, "But Prince." He tried
to pull his hand away from Forts' forehead, "Please, you do me too much
honour. I am but a humble Count." Samara shuffled forward, slipping off the
chair as he dropped to his knees.

Forts leapt forward, "No. Dima, help me get Count Samara up." Forts was
already trying to lift the old man back up. Dima hurried forward and
together they got him back into his chair.

I reached for the old letters. "Count, would you allow me to read these?"

He nodded, "Of course Father... But they are in the Russian, Cyrillic."

I smiled, "I am as Russian as you, Count. My family also fled Russia. When
I was orphaned here, I was lucky to be taken in by Bishop Navarofski and
trained with him as an Orthodox Priest."

Samara smiled and took hold of my cross and kissed it, nodding. No words
were needed.

Dima came and stood by my shoulder as I opened the papers. They were old,
but correctly witnessed. We read through them together. Basically, the
servants' statements made it clear that when Alexi was conceived, Grand
Duke Constantine had been away for nearly a year. The baby couldn't be
his. The midwife and Doctor had been forced to lie about when the baby was
conceived... Grand Duke Alexi, although he had been acknowledged as the
Grand Duke's heir, was the only baby on the planet that had been carried
for thirteen months by its mother.

Dima grunted, and his bottom lip began trembling. He grabbed Forts, hugging
him tightly. "We have got him. THAT BASTARD ALEXI KRILLP. We have got him,
the bastard. If he wants to call my sister a whore... Just wait until he
hears his mother was one."


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