Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2023 23:33:32 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 148a

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"You are a complete bastard, Uvarov!"

He shook his head, "You know Dima, life is like a piano."

"What?" I had no idea what he was on about.

He played part of a tune using just the black, sharp and flat keys. "Black
keys are pain," the tune transformed as he moved to the main white keys, he
glanced at me again, "and white keys are happiness." He then combined the
two, "But you need them both to play the music."

I was seething. "You have done nothing but cause trouble. You saw Davy's
face and Forts!"

"Dima, as Beethoven said, 'To play a wrong note is insignificant; to play
without passion is inexcusable."

I wanted to grab him round the throat. "Beethoven was talking about playing
the piano, you fucking idiot, not fucking with people's lives!"

I turned and left. I really need to speak to Forts and Davy and explain
before the shit really hit the fan.

                       **********************

Operation Pied Piper – Part 148a –

Part 148a minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Jeremy Miles (Jeremy) – Was Pilot Officer 23yrs – Now groom for Davy
and Forts.

Will Murray – (Will) - 17yrs Forts and Davy's Head Groom.

Robin Little – (Robin) - 16yrs boy was at the children's home. Now Groom
for Forts and Davy.

Cornelius Harding – (Harding/Con) Doctor at Castle Fraser.

**

Forts picks up the story

I ran down the corridor and up the stairs and still didn't catch up with
Davy. All that met me were the worried faces of members of staff I passed
included Andrei, who was sitting outside the door to our apartment. He
jumped up and knocked on the door. It opened immediately and Tobias' head
popped out. He jumped back as I strode into the room. He nodded, and I was
sure he swallowed as I passed, he looked worried, too. "They are in the
sitting room," he mumbled.

I threw open the sitting-room door. Gethin was hugging Davy. He looked
round as the door banged open. He mouthed, "He's okay..."

Gethin stepped aside as I reached them. "Davy, I didn't know anything about
this, I promise you!" I threw my arms round him and hugged him, kissing his
head. "I didn't know. I promise... Look, it won't happen. I won't let it!
You don't have to see them again!"

Gethin was standing quietly to my side, I could sense and see from this
worried look that he knew Davy's outburst was not just to do with the 'Lady
Mary Formoye'. With Davy's head buried in my neck, I mouthed to Gethin,
"Can you fetch Harding and Vlad?" He nodded and slipped out of the room
past James, who was standing quietly by the door.

Davy's sobbing broke my heart. I hugged and hugged him, telling him I loved
him. I heard shouting from the corridor and Dima barking, "Get out of my
bloody way!" He flew into the room. "Forts, Davy, I swear I knew nothing, I
don't know what the fuck Uvarov is up to."

Dima stepped towards us and came to a halt. "I promise, none of this was my
idea. I was as surprised and shocked as you both."

I nodded and mouthed, "I know." Davy's whole body was convulsing with his
sobs. I kissed his head, "Davy, it's not going to happen. Please, don't
worry."

Gethin appeared round the open door, "Forts, Davy, Father Vladimir, and
Professor Harding are here."

I nodded, Gethin stepped aside and Vlad came hurrying over to us, his arms
embracing us both, just as they had the other day. Davy looked up, his eyes
pitifully tear stained, "Vlad," was all he managed to say before he started
sobbing again. Professor Harding stood next to Gethin, the two of them
mumbling between themselves. I was sure he was telling the professor about
the incident in the corridor earlier.

Davy glanced round at Harding, "Why is the professor here?"

I swallowed, "He is just here to make sure you are okay."

Davy looked into my eyes, did they betray me? He pulled away from me, "I'm
not mad!"

"Davy, please, no one has said you are."

Davy glared at me, "You all think I am going crazy!"

"Davy, darling, please... no one does."

Thankfully, Harding came over. I was feeling so out of my depth. "Davy,
could Father Vladimir and I talk to you? Maybe next door?"

Davy looked into my eyes, I pleaded for him to accept with mine. He turned
back to Harding, his head barely nodding. "I'm not going crazy, am I?"

Harding shook his head. "No, you are most definitely not going crazy. I
promise you."

Vlad, his arm round Davy, turned him towards the door leading to the
bedroom. "Come on, my friend, let's all talk." Davy half smiled through his
tear-filled eyes and nodded.

The rest of us watched in silence as they walked slowly to the door. Davy
stopped and turned, "Forts, don't go cancelling the memorial service
tomorrow, or the meal... I will be fine. I am okay. Let's show them all how
to behave."

I nodded and blew him a kiss. He blew one back and disappeared. The door
closed quietly behind the three of them as I exhaled.

*

Dima came towards me, he dropped to his knees and reached for my
hand. "Forts, I swear I didn't suggest that we all have a meal
together... Sergey only asked if it would be possible for Alexandra and the
ladies to attend the memorial service. I said I didn't think that would be
a problem. But, please believe me, I didn't suggest or agree we all have a
meal after, on my mother's life."

I took hold of Dima's arm and got him to stand up. I hugged him. He wrapped
his arms round me. Maybe he realised I needed a hug as much as he did.


**

Duke takes up the story

I was pleased I had finished for the day. I touched the stitches on my
head. The wound still throbbed like a bitch. Harding had told me it would
take a couple of weeks to completely heal. I left Pittodrie House and began
walking towards the stables. I had a mind to pop in and see someone. I
chuckled to myself as my cock throbbed and began to thicken in my trousers
as I thought of him.

Ah, there he was, I could just see his mop of unruly hair above one of the
stable doors. Quietly, I approached and stood by the half open stable door
watching him forking, God knows what, into a pile. Luckily, he was wearing
his wellies. His dungarees were unclipped and his shirt was off. The
shoulder straps of his dungarees hung down from his waist, trailing in the
straw. His gorgeous pert bum was only just managing to keep the trouser
part up. Now and then he hauled at the material, pulling it back up
slightly, sadly covering that beautiful sweaty cleft with the thick ugly
blue material.

He stretched out his back and flicked his hair back from his forehead. I
hadn't really noticed it was getting a bit long and flopsy. But boy, did it
look sexy on him.

I gave a long, slow wolf whistle. Robin spun round and broke into a big
grin. I beat him to it, "Hi sexy."

He blushed, and then his smile vanished. He dived for his shirt, which was
hanging over the stable door. "Forts and Davy are not here, are they? Will
will have a fit if they are and I am dressed like this."

"No, it's just me. I have just gotten off duty and thought I would come
round and see if you were finished too." I gave him a long, exaggerated
wink.

He blushed and began to pull on his shirt. I opened the stable door and
went in and took him in my arms before he had a chance to start doing up
the buttons. "Hey, you look better without this." I slipped it back off his
shoulders and leant forward and kissed him. With his shirt falling to his
feet, I kissed him again enjoying the feel of his naked and slightly sweaty
skin beneath my fingers.

"Duke, you will get me into trouble..."

I kissed him again, "I would love to try... I might have to practise a lot,
mind."

Robin giggled. "You could help me, and I would get finished quicker."

I glanced down at my leather brogues and suit trousers. "I would love to,
but I am not really dressed for it."

Robin had a glint in his eye, "You could always take it all off, then it
wouldn't matter... If we got dirty." He grinned.

"Oh, I couldn't do that, everyone would think I was Pegasus, with what's
hanging between my legs." I moved his hand down to the front of my
trousers, placing it over my rapidly hardening knob.

Robin had a quick feel, and chuckled, then kissed me again. "More like
Angus." He laughed.

"Angus?"

"Yes, the Shetland pony."

I winked back, "Well, his must still be pretty big. You wouldn't want it
hanging from your nose as a pimple. I will settle for being hung like
Angus." I ground my groin against him, my palms slowly slipping down the
back of his dungarees and gripping his arse cheeks. "Mmmmm, you are soooo
sexy."

I could feel his groin against mine. He leant back and flicked his hair out
of his eyes. "You are funny."

"Robin, have you finished yet?"

Robin pushed me back and grabbed for the pitchfork. "Nearly, Will."

This guy, Will, was developing a knack for sticking his nose in at just the
wrong moment. Will's face appeared at the stable door. "Oh, it's you. Can I
help you?"

"No, I popped by to see Robin."

"He is supposed to be working." Will turned away, "Speak to him later. He
won't be finished until he has mucked out this stall... Then he can leave."

I glared at the back of Will's head as he began to walk away. Supercilious
arsehole, strutting about in his white jodhpurs, polished black riding
boots and tweed jacket. I had half a mind to stuff that riding crop he
carried where the sun doesn't shine. You can probably sense, I am getting a
bit fed up with this seventeen-year-old's attitude towards me, Head Groom
or not.

I shook my head, hissing. "Fucking Arse!"

Robin glanced round at me. "Duke, please, don't cause any trouble. I won't
be long. He is the boss, and I am supposed to be working."

I winked and raised my voice, projecting it towards the open door, "THAT
DOESN'T STOP HIM BEING A JUMPED-UP CUNT!"

"Duke no." Robin crept up to the stable door and peered out across the
stable yard. Whispering, "I think he heard you."

"Good... JUMPED UP CUNT! ... JUMPED UP CUNT! ... JUMPED UP CUNT!" I hopped
from one foot to the other, making wanking gestures with each hand.

Robin creased up. I grabbed him and pulled him to me again. "You have such
a sexy laugh... I love you."

Robin froze in my arms. "Love me? ... Really?" He cast his eyes
downwards. "No one has ever said that to me."

I nodded and kissed his nose, "I think so... I have certainly never felt
like this about anyone else."

He blushed and turned pulled away, picking up the pitchfork once more. He
attacked the pile of horseshit and straw with gusto. He said nothing, just
worked harder and harder.

My stomach flipped. I could barely speak, "Did I say the wrong thing?"

"No." His voice was practically a whisper.

"What then?"

He turned back to face me, a tear rolling down his cheek, "I am trying to
get finished quicker..." His tears mingled with the embarrassed chuckle he
gave.

"Christ, Robin, you frightened the life out of me. Give me that bloody
pitchfork!"

*

Let me get your clothes off. "I began to unbutton his dungarees straps."

He squirmed away, "Please don't take this the wrong way, but you stink of
horse shit. I think we should both have a shower."

I laughed, "I told you I was wearing the wrong shoes, and that stuff is
slippy."

Robin glanced down as the horseshit stain up my leg. "Will you be able to
get them cleaned for tomorrow?"

I kissed him again, "Don't worry, I have other pairs. But you are right, I
do smell of horseshit. Show me to the showers and let's give everyone a
show."

"What, we are going to shower together?"

I pulled Robin to me. "Of course... Why not?"

"What about Will, Jeremy, and George?"

I grinned and winked, smiling down at him, "I don't mind. They can watch if
they want." I began to undo my shirt, then slipped it off my shoulders. I
undid my belt as Robin stood open mouthed, then removed my trousers,
careful to avoid getting anymore horse shit on me.

Robin giggled, "You're serious."

I nodded, "Uh-Huh."

Robin began to strip off, laughing away to himself. "You're going to need a
towel." He began rummaging in his wardrobe. "Here, you can use this."

He turned to hand it to me. I was naked, grinning, my hands on my hips, my
flaccid thick, six inches of meat sausage hanging heavily over my large
hairy balls. I took the towel and slung it across my shoulder. "Lead the
way!"

His eyes kept glancing at my meat, "Err, aren't you going to wrap it round
your waist?"

I grabbed my cock and pulled on the head, stretching it towards my hip,
"Damn, it's big, but not big enough for that through."

"No, not that, your towel!"

I winked. "Nope, I thought I would show those three what they are missing
and you are getting." I picked up my little wash bag and adjusted myself,
then opened the door, watching as Robin carefully, in that teenager way,
securely wrapped his towel round himself and tightly tucked in the waist.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, that's never going to come undone on
its own, is it?"

Robin tsk'd, "I hope not."

I stood aside and let him go first, then followed. Laughing, we made our
way along the corridor towards the shower room, Robin's cute towel clad bum
rolling seductively as he walked along in front of me. I couldn't resist
and rolled my towel into a tight spiral and then flicked it at his bum.

He let out a great shriek as the tip stung his butt. "Ouch, that hurt. I'm
going to get you for that!" He pulled off his towel and quickly spiralled
it. Dropping my wash bag, I leapt back out of the way as he flicked his
towel towards me. As you can imagine, this developed into a running tic for
tat, towel flicking battle in the corridor, both of us bollock naked. Our
'to-ing and fro-ing' eliciting screeches, mixed with hysterical laughter as
we continued chasing each other up and down the corridor.

"What's going on?"

I looked round, coming face to face with Will. "This isn't a
playground. Some of us are trying to rest!"

Jeremy's door opened, and he stood watching the proceedings.

At the first shout, Robin had stopped dead in his tracks, quickly wrapping
his towel round himself. "I'm so sorry, Will." He mumbled as he began
walking towards the shower room.

I followed, glaring at Will as I walked towards him. Staring him out and
grunting sarcastically, "I'm not."

I snatched up my wash bag. As I drew closer to him, Will's eyes were
totally fixed on my swinging cock and balls. I leant into him as I walked
past, "Do you have to be so fucking grumpy all the time? ... Lighten up,
you fucking ill-natured cunt." Having passed him, I casually flicked my
towel back over my muscled shoulder, knowing full well his eyes were fixed
on my tight arse cheeks.

"I am going to report you to Mr McPhee. You shouldn't be hanging around
here," he babbled angrily just as I reached the shower room door.

Stopping, I turned back to him. "Your only jealous, I am with Robin and not
you. You jumped up little fart. Tell who you like!"

>From inside the shower room, I could hear Robin pleading with me not to
make it any worse but was pleased to hear Jeremy burst out laughing, as he
spluttered, "Well, he has got you sussed."

I went into the shower room, the sound of a now furious Will rounding on
Jeremy fading as the door closed.

Robin looked really worried. "He will tell Mr McPhee, you know he will."

I wrapped my arms round him. "He can tell him. Chris isn't going to say
anything. Come on, let's get the water on."

Robin turned to face the taps and turned on the shower.

*

Poor Robin's happy face had vanished. He looked so worried. I dropped my
wash bag and lifted him up in my arms and getting him to wrap his legs
round my waist. The water cascaded over us both. I kissed him and pouted,
"Am I going to get a smile? Where has the laughing, happy face gone? Please
don't worry about him." I buried my face in to his neck and blew a
raspberry. Robin squirmed, laughing, "He's a fart," I whispered and did it
again and again. Soon Robin was killing himself, laughing and squirming to
get away from my kisses.

My cock began to rise as he squirmed and with my hands holding on to his
pert arse cheeks, I was soon at full mast. Suddenly he felt my now rock
hard cock tapping at the top of his arse crack. He gave me a quizzical look
and reached back and down. His fingers wrapped round the throbbing
head. "You're hard."

I had to laugh, "Not much gets past you does it, Sherlock?"

He realised I was taking the piss and now it was his turn to pout. I loved
this guy. Before he could speak, I pushed my lips to his and gripped his
bum tighter, pulling him harder against me. He wrapped his arms round my
neck and returned my kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth, urgently
exploring and tangling with mine.

I eased away from him, grinning, "You know where this is going to end,
don't you?"

He nodded and winked, "Well, I hope so."

Still supporting him round my waist, I lowered myself on my knees so I
could reach my wash bag. Robin gasped and gripped me tighter, obviously
thinking I was going to drop him. Balancing him now on my knees, I removed
the small bottle of lube I always carried and winked.

He chuckled, "Give it to me." As I stood back up, he poured some of the
lube into his palm and then reached back and began coating my cockhead and
shaft liberally. Then with a bit more of a stretch he began to put some on
his arsehole, pulling the funniest of faces as he eased some just inside
himself. Finally, he grinned, "Ready!"

I lifted him up a few more inches and my cock slid under him, easing
between his pert cheeks. I gripped them tighter and eased them apart
slightly. My cock seemed to know where it was going and was soon pressed up
against Robin's hole. I winked, "Okay, in your own time."

He closed his eyes, and I slowly felt the pressure increase on my
bellend. He gritted his teeth as his hole slowly opened to take me, his
breathing increased and the pressure downwards increased again. "Yikees."
His mouth opened in silent complaint, and then a smile spread across his
face.

I could feel my cockhead had popped inside him, his sphincter gripped it
tightly just under my glans. I kissed him again, as slowly he lowered
himself down all nine fat inches. We stood under the stream of water
kissing, his legs still wrapped tightly round my waist, my hands still
cupping his butt cheeks. He raised himself a few inches and then slowly
back down. The feelings from my cock as his arse moved up and down were
amazing. His speed increased, my hips were desperate to thrust, and I moved
forward, pressing his back to the tiled wall.

He groaned as I rolled my hips and thrust forward, forcing in that last
half inch of my thick shaft. I kissed him again and again and again, the
tempo of my thrusts forcing reciprocating groans from his lips. He began to
pant finally blurting out, "I am going to cum!"

I glanced down. I had forgotten about his cock trapped between us. Robin
threw back his head and let out a wail, forcing his arse harder on to my
cock. A jet of cum spurted up between us, splattering on to our stomachs
where they were mashed together, his cock caught between us.

This was so horny. My own balls screamed at me as they prepared to cum. I
thrust deep once more, Robin's spasming sphincter pushing me completely
over the edge, "Shit Robin, you horny fuck!" My cock exploded forcefully,
pumping spurt after spurt of my thick cream into him.

I pressed my lips to his again, my body riding the wave of pleasure
engulfing me. When I opened my eyes, Robin was watching me, he winked,
"That felt good!"

*

We finished off our shower and then headed back along to his room both
chuckling as from the noises Will was making, Jeremy was obviously giving
him a good hard shagging.

I slept next to Robin again that night. How the two of us fit in that
single bed was a mystery to me.

I felt lips kissing mine. I opened my eyes, the morning light was
illuminating his face. "Aren't you working this morning?"

I dreamily nodded, "I am... What time is it?"

"Nine o'clock."

I sat up, "You're shitting me..." He waggled the alarm clock at me. "Fuck,
I am late." I jumped out of the bed and began scrabbling for my clothes. He
lay back in the bed, "You're making a bit of a habit of this..." he began
to giggle. I quickly pulled on my clothes and kissed him before heading for
the door. "Love you... See you later."

Robin smiled, "I love you too."


**

Davy picks up the story the following morning

You guessed it, once again, I was feeling a bit silly about the way I had
reacted yesterday.

Vlad and Harding had sat with me for hours quietly listening to me rambling
on, my thoughts, as I attempted to verbalise them, going round and round in
circles. They were both such good friends. Again, I had on my knees asked
Vlad would I be forgiven for taking a life. He had a tear in his eye, as he
held my hands, "Davy, you have nothing to be forgiven for. You ended a
terrible and pernicious evil and saved at least three lives," he leant and
kissed my hands.

I had no idea why I was thinking like this, was I becoming more religious?
... Why would I want to be forgiven? ... I had saved Forts and myself, and
possibly Draco too from being killed... I just didn't know. All this time
Harding was sitting calmly, smiling reassuringly at me. I tried to return
his smile, "I suppose that means I am going crazy?"

He shook his hand, "Davy, I can assure you, you are most definitely not
going crazy... And that is my professional opinion." He smiled once more,
"You have been through a very traumatic event. Let's face it, your life
with Forts hasn't been uneventful. Remember, that is how we first met, I
was treating Prince Dima who was injured during the last attempt on both of
your lives. Davy, you are entitled to feel a bit confused and upset. That's
all it is, you are going to be fine."

Vlad nodded, smiling. He grinned, "Why all this concern for your soul all
of a sudden?" He winked.

"You ask me? I have no idea."

Vlad put his arm round me. "If it helps, I absolve you of all sin." He made
the sign of the cross on my forehead with his thumb. Then winked again,
"See if that helps."

Vlad and Harding had sat with me until Forts came through to bed. He kissed
me and put his arm round me. "How are you feeling?"

I glanced at Vlad and Harding, "Well, he says," I gestured with my head at
Harding, "I am not mad, and he," I winked at Vlad, "Has absolved me of all
my sins, so I should be feeling better." I gave a little laugh and snuggled
against Forts. He kissed the top of my head, "That only leaves me to tell
you how much I love you, and that I could never live without you, then." He
squeezed me tighter.

Vlad and Harding both stood. "We will both leave you in peace. You know you
only have to send for us, should you need us again?"

Forts stood and hugged them both. I heard him thanking them for
everything. Both of them kissed me before leaving, I heard myself mumbling,
"Thank you, thank you so much."

*

Once we were alone, my Forts was his amazing self, as you would expect.

He hugged me again. Kissing the side of my head, "Gethin sends his love and
said he will see you tomorrow." I nodded. I knew I had given poor Gethin a
bit of fright earlier. "Is he okay?"

Forts nodded, "He is fine, just concerned about you."

"Yes, I seemed to have caused a bit of a drama again, haven't I?"

"No, you haven't, don't be silly." He hugged me again.

Forts helped me get undressed and into my nightshirt, his beautiful eyes
seldom leaving mine, full of caring and love. We spent the night spooned
together, his muscled arms firmly holding me, and his firm furry body
cuddled comfortingly against mine. Every now and then, his arm muscles
would tense and he would squeeze me lovingly, as he nuzzled into my neck
and kissed me, whispering, "I love you."

*

Forts gently shook me awake in the morning, in response to a light knock on
the bedroom door. "Davy, it's our morning tea." I stretched and smiled, I
hadn't slept that peacefully in days.

"Come in," Forts called out. The door opened, Forts let out a little sigh,
"Arr, it's not Charlie Cairoli, I could have done with a laugh." He gave me
a playful dig with his elbow. "Good morning Albert."

Albert smiled and came in with the tray, "Good morning Forts, Davy."

He placed down the tray and began pouring out two cups of tea for us. Forts
was grinning cheekily, "What happened to Charlie Cairoli? Honk, Honk."
Forts mimed squeezing a clown's nose again.

Albert paused, "I am trying to keep him away from you both."

Forts roared, "Oh, don't do that, we both enjoy a good laugh."

Albert looked at me, "Well, only if you are both sure."

"Of course we are, aren't we, Davy?"

I nodded, shaking my head. That was Forts sense of humour.


**

Robert Meisner takes up the story

I caught our reflection in the large glass window, Dima and I were stood
waiting just inside the entrance lobby at Pittodrie. Dima was in the
full-dress uniform of the Colonel in Chief of the Imperial Preobrazhensky
Life Guards Regiment. I was in a dark suit.

Two Rolls Royces were parked up outside, just in front of the main
doors. The first one, a Black Rolls Royce Wraith Limousine, which was to be
driven by Mark and to carry Dima, Gethin, James, Chris, Harding, and
myself. The other vehicle was the Midnight blue and black Rolls Royce
Phantom III Davy had bought for Forts for a Christmas present. It would be
carrying Forts, Davy, Vlad, Edik, and the three boys. It was going to be
driven by Duke with Darius and Tobais squeezed in, up front. We hadn't seen
Duke yet. David had brought over the first vehicle and then walked back to
the garages and brought over the second. That was strange.

Earlier Dima had despatched Andrei off in the other Wraith, with Sergey, to
pick up Alexandra, and her three bridesmaids and then convey them all to
Castle Fraser for the memorial service for Theodora. That had been a very
formal and frosty meeting. Dima was still furious with Sergey for the upset
he had caused. Luckily, he managed to keep his fiery Russian temper under
control, in spite of the glee shown by Sergey when he was told that the
ladies would be welcome to attend the meal later at Pittodrie.

Gethin, Chris, James, and Professor Harding came down the staircase
next. Gethin was in his uniform as an Air Marshall of the RAF. James was in
the dress uniform kilt of a Major in the Black Watch Regiment, but now with
the addition of heavy gold bullion aiguillettes hanging from his right
shoulder, matching Dima's, signifying he was an equerry appointed by
royalty. Chris and Harding were dressed the same as me, drab sparrows
beside the peacocks.

Forts and Davy's arrival was heralded by the yapping of Radost and Nadya as
they came tumbling down the staircase past a startled looking Darius, who
leapt out of their way. Behind him came a laughing Forts, and Davy, with
the boys. They were all once again in matching outfits. They all looked so
smart in those white tunics with red high collars and red cuffs, all
heavily embroidered in silver bullion thread, Davy and Forts' turquoise
sashes dividing the glittering array of awards they both now sported. Forts
was carrying Draco on one hip and Aaran on the other, Andrew was walking
carefully down, holding Davy's hand. Behind them was Arch Priest Vladimir
in his full priestly robes and black Kalimavkion. Edik was walking with
him. It was strange to see him in his novice robes, usually he was dressed
so casually. Next came Albert, holding both Forts and Davy's flat caps,
with Tobias bringing up the rear. There was still no sign of Duke.

Marcus joined Dima and me. He made a half-hearted attempt to grab hold of
the pups as they came towards us, but they weren't that daft and avoided
him easily, eliciting yet more laughter from a smiling Forts.

Forts handed Draco to Davy and Aaran to Edik and then shook hands with us
all. "Good morning everyone. Are we all ready? Dima, James?"

It was obvious that James held back, allowing Dima to answer. "Yes
Prince. Ready when you are."

Forts smiled, "On we go then, Davy."

Darius was whispering to Tobias, both of them scanning around. Darius spoke
to Forts. "Forts, we are missing Duke. One minute."

With that, a flush faced Duke came running down the path from the direction
of the garages. "Sorry, I'm not late, am I?"

Darius growled at him, "Yes, you are."

Forts laughed. "No problem, we can all over sleep..." I am sure Forts gave
Duke a wink. "Okay everyone, let's get going." Forts paused and sniffed the
air. His grin becoming even wider as he glanced down at Dukes
trousers. "You smell of horse shit too!"

Duke glanced down at his trousers he looked horrified. "Forts, Davy, please
accept my apologies. I meant to wear a different pair, but getting dressed
in a hurrr..." Dukes voice trailed off.

Forts winked again and nodded. "It can happen to all of us."

Albert handed the two flat caps to Tobias and then helped Marcus chased the
two pups round and round until they managed to grab them, to yet more
laughter from Forts.


**

Davy picks up the story

Having gotten ourselves all comfortable in the vehicle, Vlad told us he had
managed to get a small choir to sing in the mausoleum. He hoped we didn't
mind, and he was sorry not to have told us sooner. We both assured him it
wasn't a problem. Forts then thanked him for arranging everything.

One moment I was laughing with the boys who were all standing on the seats
peering out of the window at the Castle, each of them coming out with
various versions of the word 'Grandads' as they spotted Athol and
Archie. The next minute, I felt my smile vanish. There they all were, the
four harpies, all of them dressed in what, to me, looked like way too short
black dresses. They were lined up with a grinning Sergey standing next to
Athol, Archie, Gregor, and Landers outside the entrance to Castle Fraser. I
felt Vlad shuffle on the bench seat, obviously trying to catch my eye. I
looked round, he gave me a 'stop it look' and smiled, "You are both so much
bigger and better than any of them." He gave me a knowing wink, I nodded,
smiling, I knew he was correct.

Duke stopped our vehicle next to them. I heard the doors unlock and Darius
leapt out with Tobias, the two of them closely followed by Duke.  Tobais
reached and opened the door, then stood back, forming a human shield with
his body opposite the open door. Edik climbed out, the three boys
struggling to be with him. Forts winked at me, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am fine."

Vlad was next out, he stood and adjusted his Kalimavkion, that left Forts
and me still in the vehicle. "Ready?" I nodded, "How many times was it now
he had said that to me?"

He leant and kissed me, "Party face on."

I climbed out of the vehicle, and Forts followed me. I went to step aside
to let him go first, but his arm came round my waist and he eased me
forward towards the now curtseying ladies and bowing Sergey. I winked at
Athol and Archie, who were stifling their laughs at the display.

"Your Grace." Alexandra gave me a doe eyed grin. "Thank you for letting us
come." I nodded, wondering where Forts had gotten to. I glanced back. He
was standing with James and Dima, the sod. I moved down the line,
acknowledging each lady's curtsey, until I was face to face with her, the
Countess lady Mary Formoye. "Davy."

Forts' arm came round my waist, I felt him give me a squeeze. "His title is
Your Grace," he snapped, still smiling and giving me a peck on the cheek.

Formoye's face was a picture. "But of course. Your Imperial Highness, Your
Grace, my apologies."

Forts was already leading me away, he ignored Sergey completely, only
stopping at Athol and Archie, who were now proudly holding their
grandchildren, our children.

"Dad, Mum."

They both laughed and gave us knowing winks. It appeared someone had
already spoken to them both.

James appeared at our sides. He glanced at his watch, "Your Imperial
Highness, Your Grace, My Lord." I think it is time for us to make our way
over to the mausoleum.

*

With Vlad and Edik leading us, we all processed behind them. Forts was
carrying Draco, Athol carrying Andrew, and me, I was carrying Aaran. I
glanced round. The four harpies were at the back... The best place for
them.

The door of the mausoleum stood open, allowing yet more light to flood into
the cool space. The bronze statue of Daphne's memorial with the doves in
flight shone beneath the glass cupola. On the altar as we entered sat a
large framed and smiling picture of Theodora that Robert Milner the
photographer had taken in happier times. Standing to our side in the
Orthodox tri-foil, behind the gleaming bronze scroll work, which separated
it from where we sat, stood the four members of the choir Vlad had
arranged.

As Forts and I took our seats on the front pew nearest the altar, the choir
began to sing 'The Hymn of the Cherubim' by Tchaikovsky. While they sang
Vlad and Edik began setting out the Imperial silver liturgical service
Forts and I had given Vlad when he took up the role of our spiritual
adviser.

While Vlad and Edik, worked and prayed, setting up the service, I glanced
at the marble door of the niche where Theodora's coffin lay, reading the
gold painted lettering giving her full names and titles. I felt my bottom
lip quivering. This was all just too sad. Has it really been a year since
she had died?

The choir finished, and the room fell silent. The silence was perhaps
appropriately broken by Draco. Forts and I had the same picture of
Theodora, which was sitting on the altar facing us in the boys' room, and
would frequently say to Draco that it was his mummy. Loudly, he shouted and
pointed at the picture, "Mummy... Mummy!"

"Yes, that's mummy." Forts buried his face into Draco's head, I am sure to
comfort both Draco and himself. After a moment, Forts glanced at me, his
eyes were red. He forced himself to smile through his tears. I handed him
one of my hankies and shuffled closer to them both.

Vlad turned and faced us all, his jewelled Panagia, a beautiful flash of
colour against his jet-black robes. Vlad spoke movingly about Theodora for
several minutes and then he led the choir in the, 'The Kontakion of the
Departed.'

Forts and I dropped to our knees for the blessing and communion. Draco was
now standing between us, Theodora would have been so proud of him. In
silence, I renewed my promise to her. I would love him and care for him for
my whole life, however long or short, the same promise I made to her before
she died and again at her funeral.

The service came to an end with the choir performing the Russian Orthodox
chant, 'Let my Prayer Arise'. Father Vladimir joined Forts and me as we
walked out into the sunshine. This time I was carrying Draco. I felt that
woman's eyes on me the whole time. Forts must have sensed her too. As we
passed her on the way out, Forts stroked Draco's head, then leant towards
him and kissed it, then kissed my cheek too and whispered, "I love you both
more than anything."

I nodded, knowing now all I had to survive was the meal and several hours
of puerile chatter.


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