Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2023 22:42:18 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 145d

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"Did you get fresh milk every day?" Chris moved closer to Robin.

Robin shook his head, and he put his arm round William. Tears were now
rolling down both their cheeks as he mumbled, "No."

"Jesus!"

I turned and nodded to Chris. Davy stood and put his arms round the two
boys. "Come on, there is no need to get upset. Forts and I will get it all
sorted." Davy handed both boys a hankie.

I wasn't sure what to say, so went with something pretty banal. "Well, I
hope you are both eating better now."

The boys both nodded, finally smiling, just a little.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 145d –

Part 145d minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Mr Morrison – (Morrison) Manager of the London Boys' Home.

Calvin – (Cal/Calvin) 16yr old footman.

Mr Carpenter - private detective employed by Mishcon Solicitors.

**

Davy takes up the story once more.

After the meeting with the boys Forts was again beating himself up. "How
could I have been so stupid, so easily deceived?"

I tried to comfort him, "We both were. Don't just blame yourself. We both
forget that not everyone is as nice as us."

"Well, I will hopefully get things sorted out quickly." He leant towards me
and planted a kiss on my cheeks.

It suddenly dawned on me that the last time Forts had headed off to London
to sort out a problem, he had ended up being away weeks and I had
eventually followed him down to support him. "Forts I am coming too!" I
spluttered.

He smiled and took my hand. "Davy, I am not sure Athol will allow you to be
away again."

I stood, "Well, we will see about that."

"Davy!" Forts called after me. But I didn't stop. "I will see you later, I
am going to see him. It will be better if I speak to him face to face."

I marched off purposefully down the corridor to find Darius. As I passed
his room, Duke came out and scurried down the corridor after me. "Davy, is
everything okay?"

"Well actually, I need a lift to Castle Fraser, can you take me, please?"

Duke glanced back towards the meeting room.

"Well?"

Duke hesitated again, as if forming his words before speaking.

"Okay Duke, I am not asking you. You will take me, and now!"

Duke swallowed. "Certainly Davy. Just let me tell Darius where I am going
and I will get a car."

"Excellent, thank you, see how easy that was! I will see you downstairs."

*

Duke drove me over to Castle Fraser in the Austin 8. I sat up front next to
him. As I got in he apologised. I did too.

"Davy, did Forts mention if he was taking me to London with him?"

I honestly didn't know who he was taking. "I think he is speaking to Darius
about that now. Why do you want to go?"

Duke looked embarrassed. He glanced towards me and then stoically ahead. "I
owe it to Robin. I should have noticed what was going on... I am sure he
would have told me if I had seemed the least bit interested, too."

"It looks like we were all fooled, Duke. Don't blame yourself. You're
getting as bad as Forts."

Duke smiled and nodded. "It's still shocking though, how can adults abuse
kids like that... I mean fuck, stealing their food."

I had to smile and gave him a wink, "So Forts was telling me the truth. You
are a big softie under that hard exterior."

Duke chuckled. "Can I have no secrets?"

*

"Athol please. You have to let me go with Forts!"

Athol glanced at Archie and Nathan, then back at me. "Davy no. Nathan has
said you are falling behind with your teaching course as it is."

"Fuck the training course. Forts will need me."

"Davy! NO! You do realise that if you drop out of the course or fail it,
you will be forced to enlist. Have you forgotten why we got you into
training as a teacher?"

"I don't care."

"Well, Davy, we all do! My answer remains no."

"You can't just hold me here like a bloody prisoner!"

Athol sat down behind his desk. His face beginning to flush red like his
hair. I sensed movement just to my left, it was Archie. He put his arm
round me. I glared at him. "Oh, let me guess, you agree with him!"

Archie sighed and increased his cuddle. "Listen, we all realise you want to
support Forts, but there are a couple of things you need to think about,
too. The first, as Athol says, is your career and keeping you out of this
bloody war. What would Forts and the boys do if anything was to happen to
you if you enlisted? The second reason, and I hope you appreciate equally
important, is that there is no doubt that the Boys' Home in London will
have to be closed. When that happens, they will need to stay somewhere. Now
I know, the original plan was that you were going to supervise and have an
overview of the new home at Down House. Can you see how much more important
it is to have you here organising that, getting everything ready? I mean,
it will need staff, they will all need to be interviewed." Archie paused
and smiled at me, "I can't think of anyone better to do that than you, and
it will be a big help and weight off of Forts."

Athol spoke again. "Davy, I know Forts has spoken to Mishcon already. So
have I. He believes that the police will move to arrest the staff from the
Home immediately, especially in view of Forts' and your positions and
relationship with the King. What Archie is suggesting is really sensible,
as always."

Archie grinned and gave me another hug. "Do you think I could get him to
write that down?"

Athol belly laughed, "No way!"

Athol came over to me and held his arms open for a hug. "Am I forgiven,
Davy, the asker of daft questions?"

I knew all of them were right. But that still didn't stop me from worrying
about Forts. I nodded and hugged him tightly.

*

I returned to the vehicle and Duke. He closed the door behind me and got
behind the driving wheel. "Back to Pittodrie, please Duke."

Duke nodded, and we set off. After a few moments of silence, he cleared his
throat, "What did Athol say?"

"I won't be going. I am going to stay here and get Downe House ready for
the Boys moving up here... If that's what happens, plus I have to teach."

Duke nodded. I bit my lip and reached out my hand and squeezed his knee,
"Look after him for me." My voice broke.

Duke placed his hand on top of mine and squeezed. "You know I will!"

I felt my bottom lip begin to tremble. Duke glanced at me. "Davy, I
promise!" He squeezed my hand harder.


**

Mr Carpenter continues the story

The train arrived on time at Kings Cross Station. I mingled with other
passengers on the platform, making sure I was near to the baggage
car. Mishcon had given me a description of the types of wicker hamper that
the food supplies were sent down in. I watched as the three large hampers
were unloaded and placed on to the platform.

A smartly dressed man approached the hampers and spoke to the railway
employee. I watched as he signed the train's manifest to take possession of
the hampers. Finally, I got a good look at his face. Well, well, if it
wasn't Mr Morrison, the manager of the Boys' Home. I clicked off a couple
of pictures of him speaking to the railway employee and a couple more of
him signing the manifest.

I continued watching as he looked nervously around himself, then glanced at
his watch. Call it a third sense, or maybe just an ex-policeman's
intuition, but something really just wasn't right. I leant up against one
of the platform pillars and pretended to read my newspaper. I glanced over
at my colleague Roger, who was by the vehicle gate, he nodded to me. Our
vehicle was parked just outside the gates, I would make a dash to him when
the vehicle with the crates pulled off so we could follow
it. Surreptitiously, I quickly took some pictures of Morrison with the
wicker hampers. He was acting very strangely. He even moved about twenty
feet from the hampers, as if they were nothing to do with him.

These hampers must be going to get loaded on to a vehicle, they were way
too heavy and bulky for anything else. Roger raised his hat. That was the
signal. I watched as a small unmarked Morris Commercial flat back truck
pulled on to the platform. It pulled to a stop beside the three hampers.

I held my camera at the ready as the driver got out and went to the rear of
the truck and opened the drop back. He was joined by Morrison. I managed to
get a good picture of them both together. The man pulled off three
identical and obviously empty hampers and put them down near the train's
baggage car. Morrison then helped him move one of the full hampers over to
the truck. The two men exchanged words and Morrison bent down and unbuckled
the hamper, and opened the lid. He reached in and held up a fist full of
carrots and then a number of large red tomatoes, finally an apple, which he
took a large bite out of, before handing it to the other man who closed the
lid once more. They both laughed before the two of them loaded the hampers
on to the back of the truck.

They shook hands and the other man reached into his pocket and took out a
roll of bills. He unfurled two crisp white five-pound notes and handed them
to Morrison, who quickly put them in his pocket, all of which was
beautifully captured on film by my trusty Leica camera. The two men then
separated. Morrison went back to the railway employee and signed over the
three empty hampers, which would be returned to Pittodrie. The other man
got into the lorry and began a tortuous fifty-point turn to turn his truck
round. This gave me plenty of time to get to Roger and into our vehicle.

A few moments later, the truck came out through the gate; we waited for a
moment and then pulled into the traffic to follow them.


**

Father Vladimir takes up the story

Forts had left for London on the early train. Duke and Darius had been
chosen to accompany him, with Count Samara taking the opportunity to travel
back to London in style. It was a tearful Davy and consequently three
tearful little boys and two confused pups who waved off Forts from
Pittodrie.

Forts had tried putting on a brave face amidst all the tears, but you could
see he hated leaving his family. After an extra special hug and kiss for
Davy and the boys, he had bid farewell to each of us. Count Samara got into
the Rolls Royce. Darius stood by the door, holding it open for Forts. Duke
got in the front alongside David Tait, who was to take them all to
Inverurie Station. Suddenly remembering something, Forts who had barely
gotten in stopped and leapt back out. "Oh Davy, I nearly forgot. I was
supposed to be taking Alexandra and Sergey to see Croft House. Can you
apologise for me and tell them I will do it when I return?"

Davy had mumbled, "I can show them later. Don't you worry about it."

Forts had kissed him and mumbled, "Thank you. I love you. I won't be away
long." The two of them had then again exchanged a look only lovers give
each other; it was so beautiful. Then he was gone.

As Davy sadly turned back to the house, I took his hand and asked him if he
fancied a little walk. He had nodded and we headed off towards the lawn in
front of the house. The boys and, of course, Radost and Nadya were not
prepared to be left out either, so all of us headed over onto the
lawn. Davy, holding little Draco and Aaran's hands, as Andrew, ever the
explorer, ran on ahead with the pups, bundling along behind him. And, of
course, Davy's permanent shadows, Tobias and Andrei, weren't far behind us.

I could tell Davy didn't really want to speak, he just needed quiet
reassurance, and the warmth of some human contact. I felt honoured that he
found it within me. The morning sun was just beginning to warm up the day,
we walked towards one of the large ancient oak trees, the hum of insects
filling the surrounding air. Davy had just turned to me and smiled, the
words, "It's so peaceful, isn't...," had barely left his lips as two
'cracks' ran out, followed by a couple of thuds. Davy's expression changed
to one of surprise, confusion, then horror as he recognised the sound.

He glanced round. "That sounded like a pistol ...Ummmfff."

Tobias and Andrei must have broken the Olympic sprint record as they
collided with us both, Tobias practically screaming, "Behind the
tree... Get behind the tree." A hefty shove from Tobias had propelled Davy
in to Andrei and then forward toward the tree. Tobias screamed at Andrei to
cover Davy with his body. In the same breath, Tobias swept up Draco in his
arms and ran for the tree, protecting the young boy with his body. I
grabbed Arran and followed them behind the large oak tree only moments
before we had been admiring.

Davy was struggling to get out from under Andrei. "My brother, my brother
Andrew," he cried out, pointing at the small boy standing several feet away
in the open. "Let me up!" Tobias pushed him back down to the ground. "I'll
get him!" Poor Andrew had just burst into tears as he saw the ensuing
panic. Tobias ran from behind the tree and grabbed him, bringing him back
safely behind the tree. He handed him to me, "Vlad, please! Hold him." I
nodded and hugged Andrew to me.

"All of you, keep down!" Tobias barked as he and Andrei drew their pistols
and took up defensive positions on either side of us. Davy kissed and
whispered something to Draco and pushed him towards me, "Vlad, look after
Draco too." I nodded, my arms tightly holding on to all three boys.

Davy turned to Tobias, "Give me a pistol!"

Tobias glanced back, "Davy, I don't think that is necessary."

"Tobias. A pistol now! This is my family." Davy snarled.

Tobias nodded and handed Davy his secondary weapon. I had quite forgotten
Davy had been taking shooting lessons with Duke and was doing really well.

I watched as Davy checked the pistol and then smiled at the boys, "Don't
worry, everything is okay, we are just playing... Cowboys and Indians. Now
you all have to stay down with Father Vladimir in case they see us." How he
kept his voice so calm I have no idea, my heart was racing.

Davy moved alongside Tobias, both of them, standing behind the tree and
pointing their weapons back towards the house.

"Is everyone okay, is everyone okay?"

Davy glanced at me, and then back at Tobias, as Mark Edwards came running
across the lawn from the direction of the Garden Room in the house. He
arrived, his weapon in his hand. "I heard pistol shots and saw someone
running away. Is everyone okay?"

Davy glanced at Tobias, who hadn't taken his eyes off of Mark; nor lowered
his weapon, I noticed, which seemed to be pointing directly at Mark's
chest. I couldn't tell from his face what Tobias was thinking, but had a
pretty good idea. I had begged Forts and Davy not to employ Mark, but had
been overruled.

"We are all okay. Put your gun down." Tobias barked at Mark. "What did the
person you saw running away look like?"

Edwards shook his head. "I didn't get a very good look, sorry... Maybe I
was mistaken, and it was someone game shooting nearly."

"Game shooting? With a pistol?" Tobias glared at him and shook his
head. "Well, Darius is going to want a full report when he gets back, make
sure you do one."

Mark nodded.

Davy exhaled. He turned, smiling at the three boys in my arms. "Well, that
was exciting, wasn't it?" He was trying to act as normally as possible. He
turned back to Tobias, "Well, it all seems to be over now, whatever it
was. Let's get the boys back up to the house."

Tobias nodded, then pointed at Mark. "You walk in front of Davy and Draco."

With Draco now in Tobias' arms and Davy between them and Andrei, I took a
hold of Andrew and Aaran and we all walked back to the House.

"What's happened?" Dima, Robert and Chris came running towards us. "Is the
Prince okay?" Dima grabbed Draco from Tobias and hugged him. "And you, of
course, Davy," Dima added as Robert elbowed him in the side. It was a
welcome moment of levity.

Davy chuckled, "We are all fine, Dima."

Dima made eye contact with us all, his face changing as he registered
Mark. "You! Agai..."

"Dima, no!" Davy took his arm and began walking back towards the house.

Tobias only seemed to relax once we were back in the building. "Davy..." He
began to speak. Davy glanced at Mark and shook his head, "Come and see me
later, Tobias."

Tobias nodded. Dima, Robert, Chris, and I followed Davy into the apartment
with the boys. Andrei took up position outside in the corridor, by the
door.

"Can someone get Edik?"

Robert nodded and headed towards the nursery.

Davy shook his head. "What was that all about? God Vlad, Oops sorry... You
know what I mean... Forts will do his pieces when he hears about this."

I nodded. "Davy, you must tell him... No secrets, remember?"

Davy sighed and nodded. "I know."

"Davy, everyone, I am really sorry, but I promised Alexandra I would give
her some religious instruction in the chapel this afternoon. I could cancel
it if you would rather I remained here, Davy?"

"No, you go on, Vlad. We will all be fine." Davy chuckled, "I had better
speak to Edik, too. He leaves me in charge of the boys for five minutes and
all hell breaks loose."

Davy winked at me and mouthed, "Thank you."

I gave a head bow and left. Now, where would Alexandra be?


**

Chris takes up the story

I was a bit of a silent bystander as everything unfolded. Edik had burst
into the room and the boys all ran to him. Davy waited and then said,
"Everyone is okay. WE WERE PLAYING COWBOYS AND INDIANS."

Edik looked like he was about to speak and then nodded knowingly. He turned
to the boys, smiling, "Did you all have fun?" Thankfully, they all
nodded. "Okay, who wants some sweets?" To a chorus of, "me's," The four of
them left the room.

Robert remained with us, and I could see Dima was about to speak. The knock
on the door stopped him, it was Tobias. "Davy, I want to apologise..."

Dima exploded, "Apologise? Are you having a fucking joke? Prince Draco
could be dead and Davy too, thanks to your incompetence."

Tobias swallowed, stiffening to attention. "Prince Dima..."

"Look, Dima, my friend, please stop, this isn't helping." Davy took Dima's
arm, nodding reassuringly to him.

Dima let out an exasperated, "Davy."

Tobias took this opportunity to speak again, "I will give Darius a full
report when he rings this evening."

Davy's face froze. "No, you won't. No one is to speak of this again until
Forts is back. I am not having him worrying about what has happened here,
if in fact anything actually has."

Tobias nodded. "As you wish, Davy."

Dima exploded again. "But what about that Communist MARK! You must get rid
of him immediately!"

Davy shook his head, "We don't know that Mark was anything other than just
caught up in this, as we all were... Unless you can tell me different,
Dima?"

Dima shook his head, "No, I can't, but he always seems to be about just
moments after something happens."

Davy took Dima's hand. "Dima, everyone is innocent until proven guilty in
England. Everything will be okay."


**

Sergey takes up the story

"Quick in here."

The young footman glanced round. "What, in the chapel?"

"Yes, quickly. No one ever comes in here apart from on Sundays." I pushed
him inside and had a last quick look up and down the corridor before
closing the door behind us. I pushed the footman up against the door and
pressed my lips to his, gasping. "You're new here, aren't you?"

The young man nodded. "Yes, Marcus only took me on this Wednesday."

I licked his lips. "I can see why. You're gorgeous."

The boy blushed, "Oh, I don't think it was because of that. Your Imperial
Highness."

I smiled to myself, who was I to correct him?

*

I had just found him working with Marcus; he appeared to be helping with
the sorting of that Imperial dinner service Forts had brought. As I joined
them, Marcus had stood. "Count Uvarov, how can I help you?"

"I was hoping for a pot of tea and maybe some biscuits?" I smiled, my eyes
not leaving the gorgeous new employee.

Marcus brushed his hands together, trying to knock the dust from them. "One
minute please, Sir."

"Marcus, please, I can see you are busy. I am sure this young man can make
a pot of tea and place some biscuits on a plate." I nodded towards my
intended target.

Marcus nodded. "You are right, I am busy." He grinned and gestured to the
open crates and the two other footmen helping him. "I had forgotten just
how many pieces of China this set comprised of." He turned to the new
boy. "Calvin, can you help the Count, please?"

"Me, Sir?" The boy sounded terrified.

"Yes, it's not difficult. Just do what the Count says."

"Yes, Sir."

I led Calvin through into the kitchen proper. "Now you heard Marcus, you
are to do whatever I say."

Calvin nodded, "Yes Sir. "

"Good, well, follow me. The tea can wait."

"Yes, Sir."

*

So here we were. I chuckled to myself as I slipped my hand down to the
front of his breeches and squeezed the impressive bulge. He let out a low
groan and then tried to step away, "No Sir, we mustn't... Not in here."

I followed his eyes, he was focused on a nearby gilt icon of 'Our Lady of
Kazan.' Her serene face smiled back at us. "Oh, it doesn't look like she
minds that much to me." I gripped his bulge again and began undoing the
buttons of his fly. I dropped to my knees. I shuffled forward and used my
knees to push his legs further apart. I slid my nose against the green
velvet of his breeches, then slipped it in to the opening of his flies and
breathed in, deeply. I reached up and undid his belt buckle and popped the
double waist band buttons open. I smiled up at him as his breeches gaped
open. "Forts doesn't want anyone getting in here in a hurry, does he?"

"Sorry, Sir?" He almost squeaked as I shoved up his shirt and exposed his
undershorts and stomach.

"Never mind... God, you are gorgeous." I slowly eased down the front of his
undershorts while pushing up his shirt, with my other hand, revealing even
more of his taut flat stomach and an arrow straight, black treasure
trail. I pushed my nose into it and licked upward, feeling it bristle
against the tip of my tongue. He seemed to stagger backwards as I
licked. He gasped again, "I have never done anything like this, Sir."

I winked, "It only gets better," and eased the front of his undershorts
down further and tucked the elasticated waistband under his decent sized
hairless balls. As I did, his hard cock bounced up, catching me under my
chin, before straining up in front of my eyes. I reached for my chin and
felt the wetness of his precum. I wiped it up with my finger and smeared it
on my tongue. I felt the rush as I tasted his boy honey, sweet with a hint
of saltiness. As I savoured his boy juice, my eyes didn't leave the
throbbing six-inch cock in front of me. It was a good thickness, uncut, it
proudly rose from a patch of straight young black silky pubes. I gripped
the shaft, he gasped again. I eased down his foreskin fully, revealing his
glistening glans and frenulum. A large bead of precum bubbled out of his
cock lips and began its slow relentless journey down his taut bow string
between his glans.

I cupped his balls, immediately feeling the warmth they gave off. This boy
was a dream. "Let me get these down further." I gripped the waistband of
his undershorts and pulled them down further, my fingers scrabbling to
gather up the waistband of his breeches at the same time. His coltish
thighs shone in the gloom of the chapel. I continued to push down his
breeches, undershorts, and stockings. I rubbed my hand up and down his
calves, feeling the thick coarse hair that coated them. I would have loved
to have pulled his breeches and shorts completely off of him, but that
would mean tackling his shoes and those bloody stockings too. Besides, I
wanted to taste his cock. Abandoning anything more to do with his breeches,
I reached for his bobbing cock once more, taking hold of it between my
thumb and forefinger. He let out another groan.

Extending my tongue I eased the throbbing lump back towards it and my
waiting mouth. I watched as another burp of his precum began its journey
down between his glans. I planted my tongue on to his bowstring, right
between his warm glans, and waited. My mind exploded in light as his precum
coated the tip of my tongue. Hungrily, I lapped at his bellend and then
buried the tip of my tongue in between his cocklips. He moaned and his legs
buckled. My lips closed over the head and slid under his glans ridge. I
sucked hard. He thrust his hip forward, forcing his cock to the back of my
throat.

"Oh, please suck it." He moaned, his hands dropping to my head and gripping
my hair tightly as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth.

I wanted to tell him to slow down, but then again, the afternoon was still
young and boys like this could come again and again. I decided to grip my
fingers round his balls and pulled his delicate eggs down in their sack,
but I was too late.

"Oh, shit!" He gasped.

I glanced upwards, our eyes meeting. "Oh sorry, Sir... I'm going to cum."
He gasped the last bit and thrust forward once more.

His cum splattered against the roof and back of my mouth. Thick, gloopy,
tasty man cum. His dick spasmed between my fingers as each volley of his
load left his balls and exploded up his dick and into my mouth. I swallowed
it hungrily, God he tasted good. He shuddered as his cock finally stopped
pumping out his load. I licked my lips and pulled off his cock. I grinned
up at him.

"Sorry, Your Imperial Highness, Sir, I couldn't stop myself. No one has
ever done that to me before..." He began to gabble, "I always wanted them
too, but no one ever would."

I stood slowly and winked. "I am not complaining." I began to undo my
trousers, "Not it's your turn."

"Mine, Sir? I've, never, I..." He backed away and crashed into some of the
icons on the wall, knocking them askew. He began fumbling with his
breeches, desperately trying to get them back up and fastened. He had just
succeeded as the door began to open and the lights came on.


**

Father Vladimir takes up the story

"This way Princess. I always find it beneficial to have bible study in the
chapel, surrounded by the many faces of God."

I pushed open the door and reached for the light switch. The chandelier
burst into light inside.

I stepped back and allowed Alexandra to enter first. She came to an abrupt
halt in the doorway. "Sergey! What are you doing here?"

I peered round her. Sergey, her husband to be, was standing smiling, his
arm round the waist of a young man. It was one of Forts' and Davy's
liveried footmen.

"Alexandra, Darling. I was just showing young Calvin here, the wonders of
God." Sergey glanced at Calvin, who blushed and looked down. Sergey looked
back at Alexandra, "You can see it has moved him. He is speechless and
breathless."

Alexandra moved into the chapel and crossed to her husband to be, she took
his arm and smiled at Calvin. "It is truly beautiful, isn't it?"

Calvin swallowed, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Sergey took hold of Alexandra's hand, "I think I will join you and Father
Vladimir for some bible study. Would you like that?"

I watched that stupid, dumb girl, nodding excitedly. I stopped myself and
crossed myself, asking silently for forgiveness for his soul.

Sergey turned back to Calvin. "You had better be getting back to
Marcus. Tell him your tea was beautiful."

Calvin blushed and nodded. "Thank you, Your Imperial Highness, Count, Sir."
The boy then left us. He glanced back from the door. I swear I saw Sergey
winking at him.

I moved to the altar. Sergey and Alexandra came forward and knelt before
me. What should I do? The more I tried to ignore it, the more my eyes were
drawn to it. I reached for one of the communion napkins and reached to wipe
the side of Sergey's mouth. Alexandra looked up at me, confused. I smiled
and folded the napkin over and placed it back on the altar.

"It's okay Princess. Sergey just had some cum from an angel on the side of
his mouth."

The stupid girl smiled and nodded. Sergey winked at me and then kissed his
beloved once more.

I tried to keep my face impassive. "Shall we begin?"


**

Davy takes up the story

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. I had just kissed the boys
goodnight. Now I was alone with my thoughts, but without my Forts beside
me. The day's events raced round my head, the two voices had been arguing
back and forth for some time now about what I should do.

Finally, I got out of bed and crossed to the dresser. I opened the draw and
took out the box containing the two pistols Forts had given me.  I ran my
fingers over its black surface and then opened it. I took one of the
pistols out and for a second I examined the scrolling engraving along the
innocuous-looking barrel. How could something so beautiful...? "You know
what you have to do. You can't rely on them to keep you all safe." The
voice was so loud it made me jump. I actually turned round expecting to see
someone behind me, but I was alone. I looked back at the pistol and ejected
the magazine clip, then slowly loaded it from the box of nine-millimetre
rounds. My mind was made up, I wasn't ever going to be caught defenceless
again.


**

Down the corridor, another person was trying to make sense of the day.

One thing for certain was he was going to have to watch Tobias. He shook
his head, he couldn't make another fuck up like that. Christ, he had them
both in his sights. Who was that bloody new footman, anyway? He nearly gave
me a heart attack, appearing like that just as I was taking aim. But just
maybe he could be useful...

He stared at the pistol lying before him, then removed the magazine clip,
two bullets fired... And two fucking misses.

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