Date: Sat, 10 Apr 2021 21:13:38 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 86a

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The Lieutenant, looked at Gary's, oily hands and then to where Gary had
emerged from, behind the army prison van.

`Is everything okay?

`Yes Sir, I was just looking, I thought you had an oil leak, wouldn't want
you to run out of oil'

`Is it all okay?

`Yes Sir, I was mistaken'

`Good, Good, well thank you for checking'

Brandt clambered into the other jeep and with a wave of his arm, the two
vehicles set off, down the drive. The brake fluid, now no one had asked
about that, that wax cap and the one next to it on the fuel line, wouldn't
hold for long, just long enough to get them away from the Castle.

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Operation Pied Piper – part 86a


Archie takes up the story


I followed Athol down the stairs, we had just been woken by Mr Evans,
apparently there were yet more Military Policemen at the door of the
Castle, they stood next to the gong, awaiting us. A blond-haired Officer
who looked vaguely familiar smiled on our approach, three enormous looking
Red Caps next to him.

`My Lord, we have met, I am Lieutenant Brandt, we met at Fort George'

`But of course, how are you? And how's that old dog Torcall? Can we get you
and your men breakfast Lieutenant?

`My Lord, I am sorry, normally I would love to have availed of your
hospitality, but I am not here on a social call, but a very serious matter'

Athol looked at me and then back at Brandt.

`Which is?

`I understand you have two men staying here, claiming to be Military Police
dog handlers?

Athol nodded

`Yes, that's correct they are in the bunk room with Forts and Davy, what's
the problem?'

`I am sorry to say, they are imposters, escapees from the Military Prison
at Fort George'

`Christ are they dangerous?

Athol broke into a run towards the bunk room, followed by the Red Caps and
myself. Lieutenant Brandt caught hold of his arm

`My Lord, please let us go in first'

`But my son is in there'

`My lord I must insist'

I took hold of Athol's arm

`Athol, come on, let the man do his job'

`Yes, yes'

Athol's eyes looked desperately at mine

`I will never forgive myself, I asked them to look after them and entertain
them'

I squeezed his arm; I couldn't say anything until we knew more. We stood to
the side while the lieutenant hammered on the door, it was kicked open by
one of his MP's, the smell of Cannabis poured from the room, the lieutenant
glanced at Athol, he looked like he was going to ask a question, instead he
shook his head and marched into the room. Athol seemed to slump, then
pulled himself to his full six feet plus, his face getting angrier and
angrier.

`Can you fucking smell that? Did you see the way he looked at me? My own
bloody son, what's this place turning into some kind of drugs den?'

He went to move forward

`Wait, let the man do his job'

`Archie, that's the last time, I smell that in this Castle, it's use stops
here and it stops now'

We could hear a conversation taking place in the room, but could not make
it out, next the three MPs came out, two with handcuffed prisoners both
still naked; Morgan and Roberts, they sneered at Athol as they passed, the
third had the dog on a tight lead'

`What's the dog doing in there, it was supposed to be in the Castle
kennels'

Brandt came back out of the room and closed the door.

`My Lord, I need to have a word with you in private'

Athol led him down to his private sitting room, Brandt looked at me as I
followed them in.

`Lieutenant, there is nothing you can't say in front of Archie'

Brandt nodded

`My Lord, there is no easy way to say this, Morgan and Roberts both have
convictions for having sex with animals, that is their dog; it is trained,
they have been going round the countryside seducing young males, getting
them too...'

He never finished his sentence, Athol, let out an anguished cry

`God no, are they okay? I had better go to them, I put them in the room
altogether, oh God'

`I cannot say if anything has happened or not Sir, but the smell of alcohol
and drugs in the room; well, that's their usual method of operating'

Athol, pulled himself together

`Err, thank you Lieutenant, what happens now?

`Well, they will be returned to the guard house and then to prison, if
nothing happened, I doubt you will hear anymore, on the other hand, with
who you are Sir...'

Brandt's voice tailed off, Athol began nodding he knew exactly what it
could mean and lead too. Athol took the Lieutenants hand

`Lieutenant Brandt, thank you, for dealing with it in such a discreet
manner, you must be busy and wishing to get on, please give my regards to
Torcall'

Brandt snapped to attention and saluted.

`I will Sir, thank you'

I followed him out of the room, turning to Athol, I gave him an
understanding smile.

`Wait here I will be back in a minute'

Athol nodded, collapsing into a chair his head in his hands.

I said good bye and watched as the MP's drove off down the driveway.

`Gary? Good morning, you're up early'

His hands were covered in oil and grease.

`You okay there?

`Oh yes, everything will be fine now'

He turned away

`Everything will be fine'

I made my way back into the Castle and back to Athol. He stood up as I
entered

`Come on then, we had better find out what happened'

The conversation with Davy and Fort's was fraught and anguished, the three
of them sobbing and holding each other, while I attempted to comfort them
all. It ended with Athol, assuring them that drugs would no longer be
tolerated in the Castle and asking them for forgiveness, for having put
them in danger; Forts responding, how sad he was he had let his father
down.

`Come on, let's all have breakfast in my private sitting room'

Forts was holding on to Davy, his hair a mess, his face streaked with
tears.

`Dad, I want to have a shower first, is that okay?

Athol nodded

`Of course it is, of course'

He turned to me

`Right, I want, the Air Vice Marshall, Ouranoff and Dima, here for a
meeting'

I nodded and set off to round them up.


**


Forts takes up the story


I never wanted to let Athol down again, how had I allowed it to happen?
Davy had tried to assure me that, it was the drugs combined with the
alcohol and that we couldn't really be blamed; I wasn't sure that I really
accepted that. We stripped off the towels we had worn upstairs and turned
on the shower in Athol's room,

`Help me get clean Davy'

He knew what I meant, luckily the cascade of water washed away my tears.
Davy cuddled me tight and kept telling me he loved me, I could only
nod. Maybe sensing I was not in a good place, Davy moved in front of me and
kissed me, his hand dropping to my cock, he gripped it and gave it a
squeeze, he kissed down my chest and got to his knees before me, I took
hold of his head

`No Davy, no, I am dirty, please'

He forced my hands away and began to suck on my cockhead, he soon had me
hard, he looked up

`Enough now, I love you, forget it'

I placed my hands on his head and began to slowly fuck his mouth, if he
could do that, I could try and forgive myself.

Finally washed and dressed we made our way back to Athol and Archie, Gregor
had quickly made up four fried breakfasts, they smelt and tasted delicious.

The trill ringing of the phone on Athol's desk, startled us out of our post
breakfast relaxation. Archie, picked up the phone

`Yes certainly, who may I say is calling? Sorry did you say Police
Inspector Blyth?

I felt my heart jump, Archie covered the receiver and handed the phone to
Athol, his face dropped. "He mouthed what does he want? Archie shook his
head.

`Police Inspector, how may I help?

`What? Yes of course bring them here, are they okay? do they need to go to
hospital? Oh God, no, the others? just shaken up; a few cuts and bruises,
yes bring them here, yes straight away, I know Lieutenant Brandt well'

White as a sheet Athol replaced the receiver.

`The prison van lost control and crashed, the two guards managed to leap
free before it over turned and burst into flames, they are bringing
Lieutenant Brandt and the MP's here, Morgan and Robert are dead'.

As they all took in the news, unseen the figure moved off down deeper
inside the Castle walls; The Laird and Clan MacDonald, could sleep
peacefully.

The Police arrived a short time later with Lieutenant Brandt and his men,
Athol met them in the courtyard.

`My God Lieutenant Brandt, thank goodness you and your men are okay, come
in, come in'

As he led them upstairs, Gregor popped his head out of the kitchen, Athol
turned to him.

`Oh Gregor, can you rustle up some food for the MP's please and some strong
tea'

Gregor nodded and vanished back into the kitchen. Athol escorted them along
to the staffroom, where Davy and I joined them. Davy crossed to Lieutenant
Brandt.

`Sir, Thank God your safe'

`Davy, how are you, call me James please, would it be possible for you to
sort out a bath and maybe a change of clothes for my men after we eat?

`Certainly'

Luckily. as soon as Morgan and Robert had been taken away, Archie had
immediately aired and put the bunk room back into just that a room with two
sets of bunk beds, Davy would show the MPs to that, after they had eaten.

Gregor arrived with four more plates of food seconds later, they all tucked
into it heartily and after a coffee fortified by a Whisky shot, Davy took
the MPs to get washed and changed. Athol waited until the door closed and
then turned to Brandt.

`James, I have had a call from Major Farquharson, he is on his way here
now'

Lieutenant Brandt, held it together until Athol said this, and then broke
down.

`I'm sorry, but even with what they did, the screams as the vehicle burst
into flames was awful, they didn't deserve to die like that, the police say
the vehicle is totally destroyed, they will never know what caused it'

Close by; hearing this, a head nodded in satisfaction and then headed off
through the walls, back towards the walled garden.

Athol crossed to Brandt and handed him another Whisky, which he downed in
one.

Brandt, gave a mouthed "Thank you"

`Is there somewhere I can lie down for a while?'

I stepped forward

`You can use Davy's and my room, let me take you up there'

Brandt nodded

`Thank you, can you come and get me when the Major gets here?

`Of course,'

Athol shook Brandt's hand and I took him off up to our room.


**


Athol takes over the story


Lieutenant Brandt, looked pretty shattered, a lie down was just what he
needed. The knock on the door, got my attention again, Archie's head
appeared.

`I have Digbey the Count and Dima, if your free?

`Yes, send them in'

The staff room door burst open.

`I am here, you wanted to see me my friend'

I stood silently. Ouranoff came in his arms wide in greeting, closely
followed by Digbey, then Prince Dima; he was always the quiet one, he just
watched me, through emotionless eyes. Archie was just about to join us,
when he was barged out of the way and Niki came running into the room. He
didn't stop running, he beat Ouranoff to me and leapt into my arms
smiling. He kissed my cheek.

`Artthol'

The Russian tongue had a problem with Athol, Niki made me laugh as he
earnestly tried to pronounce it. I kissed him and gave him a squeeze as I
put him down.

`Niki, I want to speak to the Prince and the Count in private is that okay?

Niki, looked at them and then back at me, he shoved his fingers in his
ears.

`No, can you leave for a few minutes, then you can come back, why not go
and find Davy or Forts'

With Archie's guiding hand on his shoulder Niki was shown out of the room
the door closing behind them both. Now, obviously realising it was to be a
serious conversation, Ouranoff had abandoned his wide armed greeting, he
now stood arms folded.

`Prince, Count, Air Vice Marshall, I have to speak to you about a serious
matter, I had hoped it would fade away on its own, but it hasn't'

Ouranoff turned and said something in Russian to the Prince; who shrugged
his shoulders. Digbey looked at me

`I think they want you to go on'

`It's the drugs, shisha pipe and glass pipe, I want them to stop, I do not
want them being offered to any of the staff or pupils from now on and
especially not to members of my family'

More heated Russian discussion, between Dima and Ouranoff.

`Gentlemen, I don't care, I don't want to see or smell it anymore in the
Castle. I am not going to have a discussion about it, it stops here and
now, do you both understand? If you have to use it, it is confined to your
rooms, nowhere else, do you understand?

Ouranoff and Dima, continued their wild conversation and gesticulating,
Athol turned to Digbey.

`Are they listening?

`Oh, I think they are doing that, I am not sure they agree with you though'

`Well can you make sure they understand, and Digbey, I am bloody serious,
if they can't control themselves one or both of them will be leaving'

Digbey nodded and joined in what appeared to be a shouting free for all in
Russian. I could feel myself about to lose it again when the staffroom door
opened.

`Christ, it's like Piccadilly Circus in here'

Forts, face peered round the door followed by Davy's

`Is it not a good time dad?

I had to laugh

`To be honest I am not sure, I was just telling our crazy friends no more
drugs in the Castle apart from in their rooms or they are leaving'

`Oh, Sorry Dad'

I saw Fort's face drop

`Son come here I didn't mean you'

Davy was about to close the door when, it hit him in the back as Niki came
bowling back into the room, followed by Archie, who's hands grabbed a
handful of air as he attempted to stop Niki.

`Forts, Davy, you are my friends'

Ouranoff threw open his arms, giving me a dirty look, he scurried over, the
Count greeting everyone like long lost friends.

`Forts, my friend'

A big bear hug and another dirty look at me

`Davy'

Another bear hug this time for Davy, and a sly look back in my direction. I
stood watching this must be some crazy Russian thing: the loud voice the
over enthusiastic greetings, I watched as Dima joined him, Archie, now
cottoned on to what was happening and winked at me, mouthing "I think you
upset them". Ouranoff reached for Archie

`Archie my friend'

Archie grabbed Ouranoff back.

`Count, how lovely to see you'

I turned back to my desk, trying not to laugh.


**


Davy picks up the story


Ouranoff had hugged Fort's first, then it was my turn, as he moved to hug
and greet Archie, Dima grabbed me by both hands and went to kiss them, but
his expression, everything about his demeanour changed in a fraction of a
second as he looked at the ring I was now wearing. He examined it closely
and then looked at me, practically studying my face.

`Dima, what is it? Forts, what's wrong with him?

I looked to Fort's, he shook his head as Dima barked in Russian at
Ouranoff; in that instant it was clear who out ranked who, though ninety
percent of the time you would never have guessed; indeed, Ouranoff looked
shocked and hurried over, Niki's head flashed between Digbey's and over at
Dima. Athol began to sidle over as yet another heated discussion erupted
between Dima and Ouranoff, Athol looked to Digbey, he put down Niki and
joined us.

`What's happening?

`It is something to do with the ring Davy is wearing'

Dima took hold of my hand and began to work the ring off, I was so shocked
I just let him, I looked to Forts, he stepped forward.

`Dima, what's going on?

Dima ignored him; he held the ring in front of my face

`Is this yours? Where did you get it?

Dima turned back to Ouranoff who was now examining the ring too, their
conversation went back and forwards. Athol had had enough, so had Forts and
I.

`Right, what's wrong?

Athol took the ring off of Ouranoff and turned to Digbey

`What are they saying?

Digbey swallowed

`Well, they are speaking very fast, but it appears that it is a Royal ring,
from one of the great Tsarist Russian aristocratic families, they are
saying it can't be Davy's as he looks nothing like the last Prince of the
Blood Imperial, Prince Drageonivanov

`Prince of the Blood Imperial?

Athol stood his mouth hanging open

`What on earth is that?

`Hang on Athol, one moment'

Digbey held up his hand as he listened to the rapid exchanges taking place
between Dima and Ouranoff, Digbey spoke quietly still listening to them
both.

`Dima is himself a Prince of the Blood Imperial, he is saying Davy's
colouring is all wrong. Apparently, it was believed the whole Drageonivnov
family; the Prince, his wife and baby son and the Princes brother, had all
been slaughtered by the Communists, although some rumours persisted that
they had escaped to Eastern Europe and had abandoned their Russian heritage
going into hiding'

`Oh my God, but what does that mean, Prince of the Blood Imperial?

Digbey spoke again

`Well, if my history is right, to save their being too many Grand Dukes,
Tsar Alexander the 3rd, made a new tier of the Russian nobility, just below
Grand Duke, it applies to male line great grandchildren of the Romanov
Emperors, they hold the title of Prince of the Blood Imperial, this ring
belonged to Prince Drageonivanov's family, the family took the
constellation Draco as their guardian Constellation'

Athol glanced at Fort's and then back at Digbey.

`But Digbey this was Fort's ring, he gave it to Davy, it was the only thing
he was left by his family, well that and a little...'

Athol didn't finish his sentence, Digbey did it for him

`Don't say a red dragon figure, the family crest is a blood red
dragon. Family members carried small figures with them when they travelled,
so the illiterate peasants would know who they were, it will be beautifully
crafted, red enamel on a platinum base; more than likely with diamonds for
eyes, the royal jeweller Carl Faberge crafted many of them'

Athol gasped

`We thought it was a led toy'

Digbey excitedly spoke in Russian to Dima and Ouranoff, Dima, gripped
Fort's face and turned it left and right. Athol barked at Dima as Fort's
tried to pull away.

`Let go of him'

Digbey interrupted, as Dima glared at Athol and then began talking to
Ouranoff again.

`Fort's, where is the Red Dragon figure?

Athol looked at me and then at Forts,

`Err Colin has it, I gave it to him to keep, it is a toy, isn't it?'

Forts looked stunned. Athol turned to Archie,

`Archie, he is a second year, go and find him, bring the figure here, if he
still has it'

Archie nodded and hurried out of the room. I had to speak

`So, are they saying Forts is Russian nobility?'

Digbey nodded

`Not just Russian nobility Davy, a direct male line descendent of the
Romanov line, well, that is if the ring is rightfully his'

Athol spoke again

`Digbey, ask Dima, how he knows so much about the Drageonivanov family?

Digbey spoke again to Dima

`Prince Drageonivanov and Dima's father were first cousins'

I was gobsmacked, from the moment I had first seen Dima, I had been saying
he was a hairless Forts double; now it appeared that might well be the
case.

The room had now gone silent and we all awaited the return of Archie with
the figure, Forts was now sitting with Athol, Athol gently squeezing one of
his hands. Fort's glanced over at me, his eyes watering, he looked at me
and mouthed "I love you". I nodded.

All eyes turned to the door as Archie returned, something clasped in his
hand, Dima rushed over to him demanding to see the figure. He gasped as
Archie opened his hand, Dima took hold of the two pieces, the broken wing
and the body, he spun round and looked at Forts again and then at Ouranoff,
showing him the dragon figure. Dima staggered and collapsed to his knees,
kissing the broken pieces.

`Hey what am I missing?

In the drama taking place none of us had heard the staff car pull up and
its occupant get out, now he was standing with us.

`Torcall'

I ran to him and hugged him'

`Davy, great to see you but what's going on?

I was about to tell him when Dima, crawled the short distance to where
Forts was seated, gripping both of Fort's hands, he pressed his forehead to
them and then looked into Fort's eyes.

`bratt, moi davno poteryanny, bratt' (Bother, my long-lost brother)

Ouranoff and Niki, dropped to one knee and bowed their heads and raised one
hand.

`Vashe Vysochestvo'

Torcall turned to me,

`Now, I understand that. But why are they calling Fort's "Your Highness"?



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