Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2022 15:46:56 +0000 (GMT) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 134b 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 smiled, "We could get you dressed up like Santa." Forts grinned, "I was thinking Dad was nearer Santa's age. I will ask him." "All done. Here are the two brave soldiers." Harding came into the room smiling, holding a sleeping Draco, followed by the nurse holding Aaran. Forts leapt up and took Draco, holding him tightly, he kissed his forehead. A single tear rolled down Fort's cheek as he turned to Harding, "Thank you, Professor." ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 134b - Davy continues the story We arrived back at Castle Fraser with Draco and Arran, to be met with a bit of chaos. Vlad intercepted us as Marcus hurried past, nodding into our bedroom. "Forts, Davy, thank goodness you are back." Forts' expression changed, "What's happened?" "You and Davy have to get to Fort George. Gethin has rung, the King wants to present you with your medal tomorrow. Prince Dima, Athol and Archie are already packed." Forts glanced at me, raising his eyebrows, "Vlad, I want you there too." "But Forts..." "Vlad, get packed, please. I want you there." ** Davy continues the story Forts was checking himself in front of the mirror, "How do I look?" Denis stood back. I had to bite my lip to stop it from trembling. Forts looked amazing. Vlad had cut Forts' hair and really tidied up his beard and moustache. He was wearing a dark, almost midnight blue tunic with matching trousers. He has silver bullion shoulder boards with matching neck and cuff embroidery. Over one shoulder hung a short matching cape, secured with a silver chain. It, too, highly augmented with the same silver embroidery covering his tunic. The shimmering Order of St Andrew washed silk turquoise sash hung across his chest. Three Diamond 'order stars' glinted in the light on the top part of his left chest. I glanced down his body, from his hip hung a beautiful ceremonial sword, the one the Grand Duke Truorwskoy had presented him. Finally, he was wearing highly polished black leather cavalry boots with a pair of silver spurs. "You look amazing... absolutely amazing." And he did, every bit an Imperial Grand Duke. There was a gentle knock at the door and Prince Dima came striding in, similarly dressed to Forts, although not quite as resplendent. Dima was wearing the dress uniform of the Colonel in Chief of the Imperial Preobrazhensky Life Guards Regiment. His tunic was dark green with a red material chest plate and gold buttons. He wore the same black cavalry boots as Forts. It had been agreed after a few heated words between Forts and me that I would wear just a simple dark suit. I wanted today to be all about him, not me. He had finally accepted it, but wasn't very happy. I glanced at my watch, it wouldn't be much longer now. At that very moment, our dear friends Colonel Torcall Farquharson, Major Russel Martin, and Captain James Brandt came into the room. All three were dressed in their officers' dress kilts of the Black Watch Regiment and carrying their bear skins under their arms. Immediately after them, Athol came in his full-dress kilt and the regalia of the Chief of Clan MacDonald, with Archie behind, dressed like me in a dark suit. Torcall stopped and I could see his face fill with emotion as he looked Forts up and down. He didn't speak, just nodded and once he had composed himself, he winked at me and then turned back to Forts. "Your Imperial Highness, are you ready? Lord MacDonald?" They both nodded. Torcall smiled at me, "Davy, Your Grace, Captain Brandt will accompany you and Archie. If you need anything, speak to him." "Thank you Torcall... Can I ask, we haven't seen Gethin or Callum, are they here?" Torcall didn't answer. He just winked and turned for the door, "This way Forts, Athol." I saw Forts take a deep breath. Denis stepped forward and handed him his plumed Shako. Forts put it on his head and Denis adjusted it slightly. Forts turned to me, he took my hand and squeezed it, "I love you so much..." His voice faltered. I squeezed his hand back. And biting my lip once more, managed to say, "I love you too." Dima put on his flat cap, gave me a little wink and followed Forts and Athol out of the room. Captain Brandt smiled, "Come on, Davy, Archie, let me show you to your seats." It was good to see a familiar, friendly face. "Ah, Viscount Tilney," I addressed Brandt, tongue in my cheek, with a big grin. Brandt turned and winked, "This way. YOUR GRACE." He gave a slight nod of his head. I chuckled, Touchι. Just out in the corridor, was another familiar face, "CALLUM, it's you." I threw my arms round him. "You didn't think I would miss this, did you?" It was so good to see him. "No one told me you had arrived. Is Gethin here too?" He nodded, "Yes, he is with the real important knobs. You will see him soon." Vlad was just behind Callum in his full black robes and Kalimavkion, the jewelled Panagia glittering from its chain on his chest. He smiled and winked at me. Captain Brandt ushered us out of the room. Up ahead I could see that Darius was now walking just behind Forts, ever present, he must have been waiting in the corridor. Although he was definitely entitled to wear a dress uniform of the Royal Marines, he was just in a grey suit, inconspicuous as always, the grey man. It made me feel good, my man was in his safe hands. Captain Brandt led us down various corridors until we arrived at a door leading us outside. I stopped, trying to take in the sight before me. A brass band and a pipe band were playing, and Soldiers, hundreds of them, were drawn up in ranks on the parade square, before a raised covered dais. I glanced at Archie, he just smiled. Captain Brandt led us up some small steps and I could see Forts, with Prince Dima, and Athol by his side, all of them talking with Torcall and, yes, it was Brigadier Tarquin Mackenzie, Colonel in Chief of the Black Watch. Darius was standing on the ground just in front of the dais, his head slowly turning as he scanned the area. Forts smiled as I approached. I still couldn't see Gethin, I wondered where he was. I didn't have long to wait to find out. At a barked command, the brass band began to play the National Anthem, 'God Save the King'. We all stood as three vehicles came onto the parade square and then drove down to the dais. They stopped just in front of it, and the doors were opened. Gethin, in the full-dress uniform of an RAF Air Marshall, stepped out on to the Parade Square and then held the door open for the King, who was next out of the vehicle. The two of them paused and waiting for the occupants of the other two cars. I turned to Callum, "Gethin's with the King?" Callum nodded, "Yes, his honorary equerry for the day." "Wow... So, who are they?" "One is the American Ambassador... the other is the Soviet Ambassador, they are both accompanying the King on his inspection tour." "THE SOVIET AMBASSADOR? Did anyone warn Forts?" Callum swallowed, shaking his head. "It looks like Torcall is now." I glanced back to the front of the dais and watched as Dima's face turned an angry red. He hissed something at Forts, who glanced round at me, shaking his head and then said something to Dima, who shook his head, then nodded but looked like he would explode. The four guests plus another male who was obviously an interpreter for the Soviet Ambassador came up on to the dais. The King introduced, first the American Ambassador and then the Soviet one to Forts, and Dima, and then Athol. I was pleased to see that Forts, and Dima barely acknowledged the man. Both of them stood stiffly to attention, seemingly peering down at him. I chuckled, the Soviet Ambassador was a bit of a short arse. I watched as Gethin leaned into Forts and said something in his ear; Forts nodded. Gethin then glanced round at me and gave a quick smile. I didn't return it. How could someone I loved and cared for so much be part of humiliating my partner like this? I now guessed why we had not been spoken to before, how would he ever have explained this? Forts and Dima wouldn't have come. Had everyone suddenly forgotten that the Bolsheviks had murdered most of Forts and Dima's Russian relatives? Gethin knew this and yet he was relying that Forts and Dima's breeding would not allow them to make a scene in front of the King. I wasn't sure how I felt about this; I felt betrayed for Forts. Callum gripped my arm, I pulled it away from him, shaking my head. He must have known too! "You knew!" "Davy, please." He whispered. "No, this is wrong!" I snapped back. The King took his seat next to Forts. From a row behind I couldn't really see or hear what the King whispered to Forts, but Forts just stared stoically ahead. The King turned from Forts; he looked concerned. He rose and crossed to a microphone to give a short speech to the troops. I could tell he was also feeling uncomfortable, his stutter seemed much worse than usual. We sat and listened in silence as the King extolled the virtues of our allies, both American and Soviet, before stepping back from the microphone. Another barked order followed, the soldiers all stood to attention, and we joined them all standing bolt upright as the band struck up once more, 'God Save The King,' then moved seamlessly into the 'Star Spangled Banner,' and then into the 'Internationale,' the new Soviet National Anthem. My eyes focused on Forts and Dima as the 'Internationale' begun, Dima appeared to be about to sit down, but Forts caught his arm and he remained standing. Gethin looked round at me, I could barely bring myself to look at him. I felt my lips forming the words, "I hate you." Gethin looked down and then straight back at my eyes. He looked sad and mouthed, "Wait," then added, "Please, don't say that." As the 'Internationale' played, I could see the Soviet Ambassador was grinning, he glanced down the row of dignitaries at Forts and Dima, a smug look on his face. I could feel Gethin's eyes still on me. I was just about to shake my head in disgust as the anthem finished, when the band, without stopping, carried straight into, 'The March of the Imperial Regiment of the Life Guards Sankt-Peterburgsky,' The official March of Forts' Regiment. Dima and Forts both grew an extra inch taller, their chests thrust out. The Soviet Ambassador was old enough to recognise the tune. His smug look vanished. He looked furious. Gethin's head slowly turned and looked back at me over his shoulder. He gave me a smile, mouthing, "Oh dear, how did that happen?" followed by a wink. I had just told him I hated him. I wasn't sure what to do, but nodded, and smiled back. I mouthed, "Sorry, thank you." How had I doubted him? I reached for Callum's hand; I had been bloody rude to him, too. He turned towards me, I made eye contact with him once more, and mouthed, "Sorry." He just nodded and gave me a smile, adding, "Davy, it's all politics." The Soviet Ambassador continued to glare down the dais at Forts and Dima. As the march finished, the King moved forward to the Soviet Ambassador. I could see the translator hurriedly translating what the king was saying, the King gesticulating with his hands, that he had no idea how that had happened. The Soviet Ambassador gave a curt head bow to the King, who shook his hand warmly. The Ambassador then walked off the dais, glowering at Forts and Dima as he passed them, before striding straight to his car, his flunky, scurrying behind him, and driving off. We all watched this in silence. What happened next would be important. The King turned back to the still standing Forts, a smirk spread across his face and he embraced him warmly. Forts was now smiling, he glanced back at me and gave me a thumbs up. Another barked command and the parade came back to attention and the band began, "God Save the Tsar." Remembering the words Theodora had taught me, I joined Dima and Vlad, singing my heart out, tears tripping me. How had I doubted my friends? * The King invited Forts and the American Ambassador to inspect the ranks of the Black Watch with him; the Soviets would never know. After the inspection Brigadier Mackenzie led the King, the American Ambassador, Forts, Prince Dima, Athol, Father Vladimir and the rest of us to where a small reception had been set up in the officers' Mess. I scanned the room, Forts, Dima, Athol and Gethin were on a small raised platform at the far end of the room, Darius hovering nearby. I was barely through the door when a familiar face, one of the stewards, sidled up to me and whispered, "Hello again, Davy." It was Sergeant Bob Cook, who I had met several times now. I said my hellos and desperately tried to ease my way through the crowd, my destination Forts. A hand stopped me, it was Callum. "Are you okay now?" I nodded, "Yes sorry... I didn't ..." Callum smiled, "It's okay, but I imagine you upset Gethin, you had better speak to him." I nodded, "I am sorry... But he could have warned us..." Callum gave a sly smile, "What, and risk none of you coming?" "You know us too well. Callum, are you all right? You seem very quiet. Is everything okay? I said I was sorry." He didn't actually answer my question, he just took my arm, "Come on, let's get you up to Forts. The most important ceremony is about to begin." Forts still looked amazing. He beamed as I got closer to him, "Davy!" He gave me a big hug and kissed my cheek. I didn't get a chance to speak to Gethin before he moved to the front of the small raised stage. "Your Imperial Royal Highnesses, Lords, Gentlemen... The King." Five ceremonial trumpeters played a 'Royal Fanfare'. The King came into the room closely followed by another male. I felt Forts tense beside me, he squeezed my hand tightly. I looked at him but he didn't get a chance to say anything, but it was obvious he recognised the man with the King. The officers and assembled guests parted to allow them access to the raised stage. As they got to the stage, the two parted, the mystery male going to stand next to Gethin and Darius, where the three of them exchanged warm greetings. I could sense Forts' eyes were on them. The male looked over at Forts and nodded. Who was he? I didn't have long to worry about it. Quickly pulling myself together, I bowed my head as the King came to and stopped straight in front of me. He smiled and reached out his hand to me. "Davy, or should I call you Your Grace...?" He smiled, "Finally, I get to meet you. I have heard so much about you." I felt myself swallow as he continued, "I want to thank you for all the support you have given to this amazing man." He took Forts' arm. "Without you, well, I am sure you know. So, on behalf of a grateful nation, thank you." I think I just stood there, my mouth hanging open, "Thank you, Your Majesty." He nodded and moved to stand between Forts and me. The mystery man who had accompanied him into the hall stepped away from Gethin and Darius and moved to the front of the small stage. "Your Majesty, Your Imperial Highness, My Lords, Gentlemen. The King invited me to be present today, and I am overjoyed to be here to have a small part in recognising the achievements of someone I came to respect a great deal during our short time together." I didn't know the face. Who was this? Was he talking about Forts? He continued, "His Imperial Highness the Grand Duke, Prince Drageon Drageonivanov, Romanov. I am sorry, but for reasons of National Security, I cannot divulge any details of the operation he was involved in. Suffice it to say, we all owe him a great deal of gratitude for his part in it. Unselfishly, he put himself in danger, Gentlemen, I was there, I know..." God, that must be the chap Forts had mentioned. What was his name again? 'Masters', that was it. The King moved forward and 'Masters' handed him a small blue leather box. The King smiled, "Your Imperial Highness, please step forward." I felt Forts tense; he glanced at me and stepped before the King. The king opened the medal presentation box and took out the glistening silver George Cross on its dark blue ribbon. He stopped and smiled, "Now where to put it, you have so many awards already." Forts smiled as the King attached the medal to Forts tunic. They shook hands once more, and the room erupted into clapping, led by Gethin and Masters. Finally, Gethin stepped forward once more, and the room fell silent. "Please, refreshments will be served, while a number of commemorative photographs are taken." Gethin came over to Forts and me, "Come with me. There is someone I want you to meet." He took Forts' arm. I was obviously not going to be in the photographs. I stayed still. Gethin looked back, "Come on, you too." I glanced round for Callum, but couldn't see him. Where had he gone? Gethin led us over to Darius and the chap who Forts knew only as 'Masters'. Darius smiled, "Forts, Davy, please let me formally introduce you to my good friend and onetime colleague, Royal Navy Lieutenant Commander Tobias Heroux." He smiled before adding, "I now understand, retired." Tobias nodded and winked at Forts, "No more calling me 'Masters'. I am very pleased to meet you again, Forts. I wouldn't have missed this, you absolutely deserved it." He turned to me, "And you must be Davy, very pleased to meet you. You have an amazing partner, who I might say let slip more than once that he absolutely adores you and misses you when you are not around." I am not sure who blushed more, Forts or me. Forts glanced round, "Err, I thought you said you couldn't tell me your name?" Tobias smiled, "That was correct, while I was working with the British Secret Service." "You aren't anymore?" Forts asked. "No..." The word hung in the air. Before Forts could say anything, Gethin came up behind us and placed a hand on each of our backs, his head appeared between ours, "Now, that is something else I want to talk to you two about." Darius nodded. Forts looked at me, I could tell he had no idea what Gethin was on about either. I just had to ask, "Gethin, how do you three all know each other?" He chuckled, "I wish I could say it was a state secret, but alas, it is not that exciting, we all went to Eton together." I thought to myself, nothing happens by accident then... not really. Had Gethin planned this meeting? Then it came back to me, It was the Duke of Wellington, who famously said 'The battle of Waterloo was won on the playing fields of Eton'. Before I could ask any more questions, Gethin spoke again. "Gentlemen, please excuse us, I have to take these two away. Forts, Davy, the King would like to meet Prince Chikenoff and Father Vladimir before he leaves." We gathered up Dima and Vlad, Gethin walked us over to the King and introduced everyone. The King greeted them both warmly and then apologised that he couldn't stay. Before he left, he spoke to Forts and me once more. Taking both of our hands, he thanked us once more, especially Forts. His parting words had me thinking again, "Stay safe Drageon, I am pleased to hear the news. I am sure my Secret Service's loss will be your gain." I looked round at Gethin, who just shrugged his shoulders and smiled. * Brigadier Tarquin Mackenzie arranged and hosted a meal for us all that evening. I had hardly managed to speak to Forts all day. But I have never been prouder of him in my life. After the meal, just when I thought I might get him to myself, Gethin came over to me. "Do you have time for a word with your old friend?" "Of course, I do." "Fancy a walk on the battlements?" Gethin asked. I nodded. I glanced back at Forts. He was laughing, his head thrown back with Dima, Vlad, Brandt, Torcall, and McKenzie. God knows what that mad, sex crazy Brigadier was saying to them. Gethin and I grabbed coats from the rack by the door. He smiled, "It looks a bit big on you." "It's not mine." I giggled, the champagne and copious amounts of booze I had consumed suddenly hitting me with the fresh air, making me feel lightheaded. Gethin grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him, my head cosily falling on the top of his arm. Even our footsteps were in step as he led me between the buildings towards the battlements overlooking the sea. He stopped suddenly and moved in front of me as he spoke, "Am I forgiven? I hope you don't really hate me. I don't think I could live with that... My little Davy hating me." I threw my arms round him, "No, you know I don't." Our lips met, and he kissed me. His tongue pushed between my lips as he walked me backward to the wall of one of the buildings. I melted, I forced my tongue into his mouth, my hands grabbing him, pulling him hard against me. What was I doing? I pulled away, "Gethin, I can't... I'm sorry." He stepped back, looking like he was wracked with guilt, "Of course, you're right... Sorry Davy." He quickly turned his head away from me, "Do you want to go back?" "Gethin, please, don't be like that, no I want to walk with you... but... but it feels like I am cheating on Forts now..." "But of course," Gethin straightened his coat, then mumbled, "And of course, he has never cheated on you..." "Gethin, that's not fair. He hasn't in a long time, well, not since Theodora died, and we started looking after Draco." Gethin pulled his collar up tight, "We probably should go back." "No, I want to see the sea with you. Gethin... Please... I'm sorry." I grabbed his arm and pulled him close, and half dragged him towards the fort's rear defensive bastions overlooking the Moray Firth. We walked in silence up the stairs, only the sounds of the wind, the crash of the sea on shore only yards away, and our footsteps on the old stone ramp breaking the silence. I was feeling bad, I stood, arms outstretched, leaning against the cold stone, staring out into the darkness of the Moray Firth, breathing in the chilly November evening air. I felt Gethin move behind me, his arms wrapping round me as he pulled himself tight against me. "Don't get cold." His nose brushed against my ear as his lips pressed against my neck, "I am sorry," he whispered. "Why would I even think you would still be interested in an old guy like me anymore?" I moved my hands and clasped his arms tightly around me. My head leaning back towards his, "Gethin please, you know I love you. I have since I first saw you at Castle Fraser in the staffroom with Athol." He nuzzled more into my neck, "That's right, Athol introduced you as 'Davy the asker of daft questions'." He gave a little chuckle. "So young and so horny. God, I loved making love to you. I don't think I ever bathed as much..." His lips brushed over my earlobe and he nibbled on it gently. "Gethin... please, you're with Callum." Gethin didn't answer. "You two are still a couple, aren't you?" I wriggled round in his arms to face him. "War changes people Davy..." "But you are both here... For Forts and me." "We are..." Gethin sighed, "Davy, nothing lasts forever." I felt my emotions surging in my chest, "No, you can't split up... You can't! You just need some time together... You never get any time off... The Wa..." Gethin put his finger to my lips, "Davy..." "Is that why Callum missed the meal tonight?" Gethin nodded. "Where is he now?" He shook his head, "I don't know, probably in the room Torcall gave us." I extricated myself from his grip, "Come on, we are going to sort this out..." My emotions bubbled over, "It's not happening, it can't happen... You both just need time..." Gethin sighed, "Davy..." "No, come on." * Gethin was shaking his head as we arrived at the room door. "Davy... this is pointless." "No... What you had is worth fighting for..." I hammered on the door. Nothing. "Callum, it's me, Davy. Open the door!" A few moments later, the door was unlocked and a dishevelled Callum was facing us, his eyes red and puffy. He staggered against the doorstop. I turned to Gethin and back to Callum, his eyes totally ignoring me and focusing on Gethin. Callum shook his head and turned back into the room. I followed him in, grabbing Gethin by the hand as I did. Callum picked up a practically empty bottle of scotch from the bedside cabinet. He then went to slump down on the bed, he miss judged it and crashed to the carpet. The bottle rolled off across the floor. Gethin pushed past me and dropped to his knees, "Callum, are you alright?" "Fat lot you care..." he slurred before sobbing. He struggled to pull himself free from Gethin's hold. His red eyes sought out mine, "He doesn't love me anymore Davy..." That was it, Callum completely lost it, turning and sobbing into the side of the mattress. "I never said that! You did!" Gethin was now trying to hold on to a now struggling Callum. I glanced round the room, there was a kettle and coffee making stuff. "Gethin, let me help you get him on the bed. I will make some black coffee." Between the two of us, we got a very drunk Callum up on to the bed. He was sobbing his heart out. I left Gethin sitting alongside him on the bed, his arm round Callum's back, supporting him to sit up while I made a pot of strong black coffee. Gradually, over the course of several hours and more than a couple of pots of coffee, I sat while Callum sobered up and the two of them spoke together more than they had done in months. That was all it took, the two of them taking the time to sit and actually speak to each other, with no pressure to perform after so long apart. Gethin's eyes were filled with tears as Callum told him he loved him more that life itself. I got myself up as Gethin leant over, and their lips met. "I will expect to see you both in the morning at breakfast... Now take it slowly... just cuddle." I glanced back as I closed the door. Gethin gave me a teary smile and said, "Thank you, Davy." * I glanced at my watch, God, it was nearly two o'clock in the morning. Forts would be wondering where I was. I hurried back to our room; the whole of Fort George was deathly silent. I opened the door, the bedside light was on. Forts was lying naked on the bed. His clothes and an empty bottle of Champagne lay discarded on the carpet. On the sideboard was an ice bucket, its ice long defrosted and now only filled with water. Beside it lay two champagne flutes, toppled perilously close to the edge of the table. I hurried over to the bed, "Forts, what's happened?" He grunted and slowly lumbered over to face me. His eyes were glassy, red and his face tear streaked. His hair looked like he had been dragged through a hedge backwards. He shook his head and glanced at his watch before looking up at me, his eyes appearing to have problems focusing on either. He looked angry; I had been expecting a smile. "Well?" he slurred, "Where have you been?..." He snapped indignantly. He shook his head again, "Oh... You don't have to tell me... Brandt told me he saw you sneaking out with Gethin... A good shag, was it? How could you today, of all days?" He shook his head again, "I thought you loved me. This was my special day... And I end up celebrating alone!" He looked broken-hearted, his bottom lip quivering under his moustache. He reached for the bedside lamp and flicked it off. His words slammed into me in the darkness... "I thought we had decided we would only have fun when each of us were there now. I was waiting for you to come back. I loved you." He slurred tearfully and began drunkenly sobbing. I was left standing in darkness. I still hadn't had a chance to speak. "Forts, I can explain..." He sniffed, his voice breaking like my heart, "Davy, go away." ********************** Folks, I really hope you're enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. Please email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 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