Date: Tue, 18 May 2021 19:34:42 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 89d

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I reached for my own cock, once, once, I had the iron in my body these two
now shared, alas age is fickle and can be cruel, How I had enjoyed playing
with these two young men's fathers when they were about the same age as
their sons now, then our world changed and fell apart; no, I mustn't be
sad, I had found Drageon.

`You two, come and look after your Great Uncle'

Both young men sat up and then got on to their knees and crawled towards
me, I got on to all fours; they both knew what to do.

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


Operation Pied Piper – Part 89d


Athol continues the story


I had still heard nothing more from London; what was Torcall up to, why
hadn't he rung? I had even tried ringing the Hotel, apparently everyone had
checked out a day ago leaving no forwarding address. Poor Davy was
desperate to speak to Forts and tell him all about spotting Hess's plane
and to just catch up with him, it had been several days now since they had
spoken. Gethin was supposed to be arriving later today now; a day late, the
news about Hess, had also been withheld from the papers a day longer; so,
Davy had had to keep quiet and take the leg pulling from some of his peers;
about seeing "ghost" planes.

The movement on the surface of my tea, caught my eye, I reached for the mug
and took a swig, the bloody digging was still continuing outside, it was
shaking the Castle to its foundations, that and the incessant noise was
driving me crazy. I sat staring into space how could forty-eight hours
bring so many different emotions to the surface.

I picked up this morning's newspaper, "Hess Here" screamed the headline,
then a photograph of the crashed plane, the fuselage number Davy had
recorded, clearly visible. It looked like Davy would get his revenge today
for all the leg pulling; it was in the papers so he could now speak about
it. I quickly scanned the article, I had hoped to see Davy's name as part
of the story; you know the sort of thing, lone school boy spots plane and
raises the alarm, but nothing, I suppose it would make the rest of the
Observer Corp seem incompetent. Hopefully Gethin would be able to make it
up to him, I folded the paper and placed it down.

At that moment the sun glinted off the picture of Forts and Davy on my
desk; I picked it up, and found myself speaking out loud, "Forts why
haven't you rung, Davy is desperate to tell you his story and your Dad is
missing you". I put down the picture; what could be happening in London?.

My phone rang

`Hello'

The operators voice spoke

`Connecting you to Mishcon Solicitors in London, go ahead caller'

`Athol, is that you? Hello? Hello?

`Yes, Mishcon it is me, have you heard anything?

`No, afraid not, Major Farquharson collected the file containing the
information we had managed to ascertain regarding Forts, sorry, your son
Drageon's arrival in England and everything, we were able to find out about
his uncle, who had brought him here following the death of his parents...I
had only updated the file a couple of weeks ago, when a document finally
giving his uncles real surname came to light'

`What was that?

`Sorry, do you mean what was the name?

`Yes'

`Err, let me just check with our copy file, it was Chikenoff, Dimitri
Chikenoff, we found the papers when he changed his name on his arrival in
England'

`Oh God, why didn't you tell me straight away?

`Athol, hello, Athol, sorry the line is terrible, did you say "Oh God",
what's wrong?

`We had a Prince Dima Chikenoff at the Castle; I wonder if he is a son of
this guy? he was the one who took Forts back to London. oh no, Mishcon, I
need you to find out as much as you can about Prince Dima Chikenoff;
quickly, ring me back when you have anything'

I replaced the phone handset in the cradle. There was a knock at the
staffroom door, Davy's head popped round.

`Davy come in, how are you my boy?

`Good Sir, any word from Forts? I thought I heard you on the phone'

I forced a smile, hoping he wouldn't see through me.

`Come over and give me a hug, "Sir" indeed, you know to call me Athol when
we are alone'

I pulled Davy on to my lap. He had grown so much since I had first pulled
him onto my lap, two years ago; I remembered how then his spindly hairless
legs had dangled all gangly like, now I could feel the muscle definition
and hairs against mine: he was a young man now, and if anything, I loved
him even more. I gave him a squeeze.

`Hey, look news'

I picked up the paper.

`Sorry, Davy it doesn't look like your sighting made print, I imagine they
don't want to reveal about the top-secret observation point here at the
Castle'

He gave a chuckle and stared intently at the pictures of the crashed plane.

`I got the numbers right though, look'

I nodded and squeezed his knee. A tap on the door had us both looking up,
the door opened.

`Archie come in'

`Hey, Good Morning Davy'

Archie crossed to us and gave Davy a kiss on his cheek

`Any news from Mishcon about Forts, Athol?

I think my face said it all, Archie, gasped "oops" under his voice, Davy
immediately looked at me, I tried to smile again.

`What's happening? why are your solicitors involved ? what's happened? Is
Forts okay?, Have you spoken to him? Can I speak to him?

I glanced at Archie, my eyes pleading for help. My silence spoke volumes, I
felt myself gripping Davy tighter, his eyes locked on mine.

`What's happened?

His smile had vanished and now his bottom lip was trembling.

`Davy, I am sure there isn't a problem'

He fixed his eyes on mine and began to shake.

`What's happened?


**


Davy continues the story


Athol hadn't really convinced me everything was okay; he tried hard, but I
knew he wasn't telling me everything. I went upstairs to Forts and my
temporary room, I wanted a few moments alone to get my head in the right
place, I picked up one of Forts shirts and brought it to my nose; breathing
deeply, instantly feeling calmer as his smell took over my senses. He would
be fine, Draco would be watching over him, I held up the ring he had placed
on my finger only a few nights ago, I gave it a kiss and snuggled into the
pillow with his shirt.

`Davy, hello'

I was in that moment of being neither awake or asleep, I heard my voice
called again.

`Gethin'

I leapt up and threw my arms round him,

`Hey what's this? Are you sleeping with my shirts now?

I laughed as I hugged him

`No, it's Forts silly, sorry'

`I nearly didn't wake you, you looked so peaceful'

He kissed my head and pulled me closer to him.

`I have missed you, gosh Davy, your growing up fast'

He stood up and I shuffled myself to the edge of the bed.

`Come on then, lets join the others in the staffroom, I have a bit of an
announcement to make'

`About me?

`Oh, you will have to wait, up you get, give your face a quick wash and
flatten your hair down'

A couple of minutes later we were heading down the stairs laughing, it was
great to see him, we walked along to the staffroom and went in.

`Jeremy, you're here too?

Jeremy came over and gave me a hug

`Good to see you Davy, of course I am here, he can't drive himself, you
know'

I glanced round the room, Athol, Archie, Captain Leahy, Lieutenant Brandt,
McPhee, Brookmeyer, Gary, Gregor, Landers, Count Ouranoff and Niki, were
all smiling at me, each holding a glass of Champagne.

Gethin tapped the side of his glass and the room became quiet.

`Gentlemen, On the night of the 10th of May; just a few days ago, an
amazing thing happened, which could change the course of the War, Adolf
Hitlers, number two, flew to Britain. Now, this news has only just been
released, it was being treated as top secret, by the Government until
today. So why am I here? Well, this young man Davy Thomas, was on
observation duty on top of the Central tower here at Castle Fraser that
night, he reported seeing a German Me 110 circle the Castle, he correctly
recorded its details and phoned this sighting through to the Royal Observer
Corps headquarters at Inverurie; where unfortunately, he was not treated
with the respect he deserved. I am dealing with that matter and Davy here
will be getting a full apology later, when he accompanies me on an
inspection visit and to meet the new Commanding Officer.'

I heard Archie, hiss

`Yes'

And then formed a fist and winked at me. Gethin continued.

`Now, Hess's ME 110 had been spotted and picked up by radar, two Spitfires
were scrambled to intercept it, but they were unable to locate it. Davy's
sighting information, although dismissed by Inverurie was critical in the
plane being picked up again and in Hess's eventual arrest and
capture. Davy, I have been asked to thank you on behalf of no less a figure
than the Prime Minister Mr Churchill, who was made aware of your story'

There were a few gasps round the room

`Gentlemen, please raise your glasses to this outstanding young man, who I
have the pleasure and privilege to call my friend, Davy Thomas'

`Davy Thomas'

My name echoed round the room, followed by clapping and few whistles from
Archie and Gary. Gethin held up his hand for quiet again.

`Now I know someone is missing here today, someone very special to
Davy. his "partner in crime" Fort's, but I am sure he will make it up to
you on his return'

More polite applause

`Finally, I have been asked to present you with this'

Gethin went into his pocket and brought out a small red leather box, he
clicked it open, he removed a small golden badge and turned to me.

`Davy, please accept this Royal Observer Corp clasp in Gold, and once again
thank you'

Gethin pinned the clasp to my fly plaid, then stood back and clapped with
everyone else. Athol stepped forward

`Davy, Congratulations, I am afraid you are going to have to go through all
this again at Assembly in front of the whole school, well done. Now our
marvellous Chef and his assistant have, done a little buffet lunch for us,
Gentlemen please dig in'

Archie was the first to get to me,

`Well done Davy, bloody well done'

He gave me a big hug. I thanked him, maybe he could see my sad eyes, he
squeezed my arm and whispered.

`And I know someone else who is going to be bloody proud of you too'

I nodded.


*


`Everybody comfortable?

Gethin laughed and smiled at me, Archie and I nodded.

`Do you know, I have to put up with this every time, I have to go anywhere,
he is too bloody cheerful by half'

Gethin, tapped Jeremy on the shoulder with his swagger stick

`Come on then, get going'

With a jolt we were off and on our way to the Inverurie Royal Observer
Corp, command post. Thirty minutes later we arrived, dead on time. The
honour guard came to attention, Jeremy stopped the car and came round and
opened the door for Gethin; he gave us a smile as he went to step out

`Here goes, Smiley faces Gentlemen and remember what the King says on
visits like this'

Our faces gave away we had no idea. Gethin laughed and winked and putting
on a posh voice said.

`Hello, how do you do. And what do you do? Have you been here long? I hope
they are looking after you. Oh, that's nice'

He roared laughing again,

`You don't think you get anything personal do you... it's all scripted,
watch'

Another wink, Gethin stepped out. The guard of honour presented arms, and
an Officer came forward and shook Gethin's hand. Gethin turned to me and
Archie and introduced us.

`Davy, Archie, I am pleased to introduce the new Officer in Charge here at
Inverurie. This time a real Captain, Douglas Whyatt'

Captain Whyatt, stepped forward and shook mine and Archies hands.

`Very pleased to meet you young man'

He said to me, then turned

`If you could all follow me, Davy, I would like to invite you and the Air
Vice Marshall to inspect the Observers, they are all drawn up on parade for
you'

Gethin gave me a wink.

`Here goes'

We went inside the building, it had been a hall of some type, in front of
us were two rows each of ten guys, some I recognised from working with
them. Gethin and I walked down the first row; he stopped.

`How do you do. Have you been here long? I hope they are looking after you'

The guy replied something I didn't catch, Gethin smiled

`Oh, that's nice'

And he moved on, giving me a little wink.

`Do you want a go?

I blushed and shook my head: another wink, I loved him. The Inspection
complete, Gethin moved in front of the two ranks, the room fell silent as
Gethin addressed them, pointing out I was the young man, who had spotted
Hess's plane first, he then tore a strip off them, leaving them in no doubt
that he was displeased and expected to see a vast improvement under their
new Commanding Officer, there were a few gasps as it dawned on them that
Captain Munroe had been replaced.

The inspection visit finished with photographs taken, with Gethin
officially presenting me with the Observer Corp clasp in Gold; I would make
the local papers if not the National ones.


**


Archie takes up the story


On our return to the Castle, I had joined Athol in his study, watching as
he had picked up the phone, we had just been discussing the on-going
building works, and he was about to tell me about the second call from
Mishcon. I watched his face light up.

`Hello, Torcall, finally, we have all been waiting for a call, let me get
Archie to find Davy, what ...sorry speak up...Can I speak to Fort's?
...What?

Athol gestured for me to wait.

`Torcall listen, I have some news, watch Prince Dima, don't leave him alone
with Forts, ...what? !!!!

Athol's face flushed bright red, he spat the words into the phone

`Torcall you promised me, my son would be safe and now your telling me you
don't know where he is, is he still at the house with you? Well fucking
find him? WHY? I will tell you bloody WHY! It is now clear it was Dima's
father who changed Forts name when he brought him to England, changing his
own name at the same time; obviously hoping to officially vanish. WHAT!
... No Torcall you listen to me, Dimitri was Dima's father he was married
to his mother the Princess Anastasia Chikenoff, she was the sister of
Drageons mother. Dimitri, fled with Forts mum and Dad to Europe, abandoning
his family to their fate in Russia, I wouldn't put it past Dimitri to be
responsible for Drageons parents deaths, it was obviously done to get Forts
out of the way and to allow Dimitri to inherit, God knows what lengths they
will go to now they realise he is still alive; the whole family is probably
in on it'

I could hear Torcall's tinny voice as he shouted back down the phone

`But Athol, Dima, is the one who has been supporting Forts'

Athol exploded again.

`Probably to bring him out into the open, so they can finish the job,
Torcall if my son is harmed, I promise you, I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND kill
YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS, NOW, FIND HIM'

As his rage ingulfed him, Athol slammed down the handset, grabbed the phone
of the desk and threw it, I managed to catch it before it hit the floor.

`Hey darling calm down, lucky I was in the school rugby team'

I placed the phone back on his desk, I had never seen Athol, my partner
this distressed, he slumped back into his chair his head in his hands.

`The fucking idiots'

He shook his head, his eyes those of a lost child.

`Why did I let him go Archie, why?

He began to sob, there was nothing else for me to do, but give him a big
hug.

I got up out of my chair. I knew Athol would calm down soon: yes he could
be volatile, but he always got a grip of himself quickly, I knew then, he
would tell me everything, I poured us both a glass as he sat with his head
in his hands.



**


Digbey takes up the story


Torcall's face went white as he stood nodding, I could hear Athol's voice
screaming at him down the phone, Torcall replace the receiver.

`We have to find him quickly'

I watched open mouthed as Torcall, went to his case and took out his
service Pistol

`You had better bring yours too'

`Have you gone mad? Torcall what's happening? I know we haven't seen him
for a few hours, but you know what these Russians are like, time has no
meaning to them'

`Get your gun, Forts could be in danger and we need to find him'

`Danger! danger how?'

He didn't answer, I quickly followed Torcall out of our rooms, again we
tried at the door to the rooms Forts had been staying in, again no
answer. With a kick the door burst open, I followed Torcall in. A footman
peered through from the bedroom, Torcall advanced on him.

`Where is Prince Drageon?

`I don't know Sir'

Torcall pushed past him and peered into the bedroom: nothing, he looked at
me

`Come on he is not here'

Torcall started down the stairs, I was trotting along behind him, not a fit
as he was, when I heard him start shouting.

`You, you, stop'

I got to the bottom of the stairs to see Torcall had the Chamberlain, by
the throat against the wall.

`Where is Drageon?

The Chamberlain appeared to be playing dumb, until Torcall pulled out his
service pistol and held it to the Chamberlains head, cocking it.

`You will tell me where he is, right now'

As white as a sheet the Chamberlain hissed, barely able to breathe through
Torcall's grip.

`He is in the Chikenoff apartments'

Torcall let go of him, he slid down the wall holding his throat.

`Oh no, quick Digbey, this way'

Torcall turned and ran back up the stairs two at a time.


**


Prince Dima Chikenoff takes up the story


I couldn't take my eyes off of him; The Grand Duke, had wasted no time in
getting tailor's and even a barber to attend to Forts; he looked immaculate
in yet another white dress jacket and black trousers and patent leather
shoes, The turquoise blue sash and glittering star of the Order of Saint
Andrew the Apostle. He looked amazing.

`Lemon in your tea, Drageon?

Forts grinned at my mother smiling

`Well, I usually have milk...err, your Highness'

My Mother repeated

`Milk?

Forts still had a lot to learn about Imperial Court life: no one had milk
in tea, my mother the Princess Anastasia her face fixed in a smile, as she
turned to one of the footmen.

`You have forgotten the milk, please get some'

The look on the footman's face was priceless

`Sorry did you say milk your Highness?

She gave a little nod, but her eyes spoke volumes. I chuckled inwardly, as
we sat with my mother, surrounded by splendour and luxury. Forts was being
his usual charming self, he was sat next to my sister, over the last couple
of days, they seemed to hit it off really well, I was over joyed he had
settled in so well.

`So Drageon, Dima tells me you live in a little Castle in Scotland and the
man who adopted you is a Laird, the Lord of the Clan MacDonald; didn't you
say Dima?

I nodded

`How lovely, I imagine he will miss you when you move here'

Forts, glanced at me: he looked confused and was about to answer, but we
were all distracted by a commotion at the door; it flew open and the
footman who had been sent for the milk, came tumbling into the room, the
milk jug spilling its contents as it smashed on the parquet floor.

Forts and I got up from our seats and turned to the door, just as Torcall
and Digbey rushed into the room, Torcall, brandishing his pistol, seeing
Forts he exclaimed

`Thank God'

he pointed the pistol at me

`You, over there away from him...Forts come here'

My mother serene as always, barely flinched she always said "When you have
had angry Russian peasants screaming at you and brandishing weapons, always
stay composed, show them you are better than them". Now I knew what she
meant. Her voice, clear and imperious, cut through the air

`Can we help you gentlemen?

I had my hands partially raised, my sister had gone to my mother side,
Fort's was moving towards Torcall.

`Torcall, what the hell is going on? Have you gone mad?

Torcall looked directly at me, the pistol still raised.

`Forts get behind me'

`You, you stay there where I can see your hands.'

Torcall turned back to Drageon,

`Certain information has come into our possession. Maybe Prince Dima
Chikenoff, the son of Prince Dimitri Chikenoff, the husband of the Princess
Anastasia here. The same man who fled to Europe with your parents,
abandoning the Princess and her children in Russia to their fates and who
then after your parents mysterious deaths, brought you to London and placed
you in a doss house having changed your name, to ensure you would never get
a penny of your inheritance, fortunately he died before he could get a
penny, but not before he had been traced by the Princess and Prince Dima
here'

Forts turned to look at me, his mouth hanging open, he turned to my mother.

`It was your husband who abandoned me?

Torcall spoke again

`There is more, then Prince Dima hears of you and the family resemblance
from Count Ouranoff, he turns up at the Castle, and convinces you to come
down to London, why?  Maybe you would like to say Prince Dima?

Torcall stared at me again, spitting out the words

`To finish him off perhaps for once and for all?

`I would never hurt him, I love him'

I spluttered out; my mother stood.

`Major, please put away your gun, perhaps, we could all sit like civilised
people, it is time for me to explain, please all be seated'

Digbey intervened

`Forts, Major, please, let us hear what the Princess has to say'

They briefly nodded to each other, Torcall made sure Forts was next to him
and I was a good few foot away, as my mother began.

`Drageon, Major, some of this my son doesn't know, but it is obviously time
for him to hear it. Firstly, you couldn't be more wrong about Dima, he
loves Drageon; he has told me this from the moment he suspected him to be
my sisters son. My husband Prince Chikenoff was a disappointment as a man,
he drank heavily and gambled worse and you are right, he fled with my
sister and her husband as our world crashed around us, again you are right,
he did not come to get me or our children'

She clasped her hand as she continued

`Dimitri and Pytor had been very close as boys and grew up together; but it
was always Pytor who was the more sensible. Dimitri, while we were members
of the Royal family never had any money worries, all debts were paid, but
we had limited personal money of our own. Pytor being a Prince of the
Imperial Blood; was wealthy beyond your wildest dreams in his own right'

Torcall, spoke out loud

`So, your husband abandoned his own family, hoping to live off his cousin?

Mother looked down

`I prefer to think for Dima and Anastasias sake that he thought we were
already dead, killed by the Bolsheviks'

`But you weren't'

`No Major, we weren't as you can see'

As Mother went to continue, the door burst open again a voice rang out.

His Imperial Highness the Grand Duke Truorwskoy, he came hurrying into the
room.

`I demand to know what is happening?

He spun to face Torcall

`How dare you Major pull a pistol in my home; and how dare you threaten a
member of my staff'

Torcall stood and was about to speak, when my mother spoke again.

`Grand Duke, please, there has been a terrible misunderstanding, I fear
caused by the actions of my deceased husband, which have come to light,
please sit with us, maybe you can help explain'

The Grand Duke glared at Torcall and as a footman brought him a chair he
sat down. My mother continued

`Alone in Russia and with two small children; I knew I had to get away, so
many were being slaughtered'

My mother let the words sink in.

`Major, unless you lived through the fear and horror of that time, you have
no idea how bad it was. Anyway, with the help of friends and family here in
England, I managed to get out of Russia and arrived here; with Dima and
Anastasia, making contact with the Grand Duke and others who had
survived. I thought my husband would be here, but I could find no trace of
him. When eventually the Grand Duke told me, my husband was alive and in
England, he arranged a meeting, Dimitri, told me your father and mother and
you had all been killed in Europe. We had no idea you were still alive and
he had changed your name and fostered you out'. We all only found out that
you might have survived, when Count Ouranoff contacted us about the ring
Davy was wearing, that was when Dima, left for the Castle'

The group sat in silence, before the Grand Duke spoke

`Gentlemen this is all true, it saddens me to say, my nephew Prince Dimitri
was a weak man, we will never know what actually happened in Europe,
whether he was involved in the death of Pytor and Nataliya or not, but we
do know that he pretended you Drageon were dead too'

The Grand Duke's eyes began to water, he glanced at Drageon and then at the
floor.

`It would appear Dimitri, only had his eyes on the wealth of Drageons
parents, that could be liquidated and moved across borders, certainly a
number of pieces of Nataliya's jewellery, have come up for sale recently'

Forts looked at the Grand Duke

`So, there is nothing left?

`On the contrary Prince, I purchased all those pieces back and many others,
they are all being held for you, alas the estates in Russia are gone, but
you still remain wealthy beyond your wildest dreams'

Forts gasped and sat back in his chair, Torcall interrupted

`But this all can't be true, Drageon isn't old enough to be you sisters son
and the family heir'

My mother spoke again.

`Ah, you worked that out Major, I was just coming to that, Drageon is the
same age as Dima, the entry on his certificate's in England are wrong: My
husband didn't even get that right, alas. The Grand Duke pointed out the
mistake on the paper work to me yesterday, both Dima and Drageon were born
in June 1920, just before the final collapse.'

She opened her purse and produced a small black and white photograph,

`This is both of them in a cot together, during a family party'

Drageon reached for the picture and looked at it intently, before handing
it back.

`So, I am twenty-one?

My mother nodded. Drageon stood and bowed towards the Grand Duke.

`I need to think; this is a lot to take in, excuse me'

He began to walk towards the door, Torcall following him, Digbey remained
seated.

`Forts, please wait, please, I love you. Please, I would never have harmed
you, please believe me'

I called after him, but he dismissed my cry with a wave of his hand and was
gone.


**


Torcall takes up the story


Forts hadn't spoken, I had taken him back to the suite Digbey and I had
been using.

`Forts, please can you ring your father and Davy, they are both really
worried about you'

Forts didn't speak, he crossed to the phone and spoke to the operator, he
avoided looking at me the whole time. After a few minutes, he spoke

`Dad, it's me, I want to come home, I am fine, is Davy there?'


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