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(gay/adult youth)  (gay/historical)

After Bosworth Field

Chapter 3

Cast:        The Seabrook brothers: Aldwin (10), Barden (12) and identical twins Manley and Maven (15).  
Mitchell Highmoon (22), a young officer in the forces of John de la Pole, 1st Earl of Lincoln, who was loyal to King Richard III.
High Seabrook (12), a squire in the forces of Henry Percy, 4th Earl of Northumberland, who was loyal to King Richard III.
Mr. and Mrs. Clitherow: Neighbours of the Seabrook brothers.

Previously:

Mitchell is still in convalescence, but he is improving well.  After having made love to Manley and Maven soon after becoming their house guest, he has, two weeks later, instructed, watched and applauded the process of the initiation, into queerdom, of Aldwin and Barden, when Manley and Maven, respectively, made love to their younger brothers.

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Scene:        Mitchell’s bedroom, one week after the initiation, into queerdom, of Aldwin and Barden.  A scared, uncertain and malnourished boy, of about the same age as Barden is standing facing Mitchell; he has been taken to the bedroom by Aldwin and Barden.

Barden says, “Mitchell, we found this boy in the barn, and we thought it best to bring him to you.  Go on, boy, tell our cousin why you were in our barn.”

“Two days ago, at least I think it was that long, I found your barn, Sir: I was famished, exhausted and just couldn’t go any further, so I lay down on some loose hay and was just prepared to die.

I prayed, ‘Dear God, this is your child, Hugh, here.  My father died in the battle and I am a worthless little orphan.  Please let me die and come to be with you, in your loving arms, just like Jesus said, long ago, suffer the little children to come unto me.  Amen.’

I then fell asleep, with the hope I would wake in heaven.  I didn’t wake in heaven, I woke up in the barn still, when Aldwin found me and called for Barden, who was nearby.”

Aldwin said, “Look it’s a young boy, about your age, Barden.”

“Yes, Aldwin, we must take him up  to the house”

“They lifted me up and brought me here.  I’m sorry they troubled you, Sir.  I’m a worthless individual of no use to anyone.  I suppose God didn’t want me, but I’m still ready to die.  Do with me what you will, I’ll do anything, treat me as a slave, you may even kill me if you want to.”

Mitchell was, by now, crying profusely.

“Come over here, lad, sit on the bed, right here.  Aldwin, please go and find Manley and Maven, and ask them to come here.  Barden please sit by our new friend, and show him you care, by putting your arm around him.”

“Of course, cousin.”

“What’s your name, lad?”

“Hugh, Sir, Hugh Barclay”

“Please call me Mitchell, my cousins and I are all on first name terms.”  Were you in the battle?”

“I was back in camp keeping watch on my Lord’s belongings.  I was a squire to Lord Pembridge.  I was sent to be a squire to him, the day after my 9th birthday.  My father was one of his knights.  They were both loyal to King Richard and both of them died in the battle.  When I heard they were both dead, and that King Richard had lost, I hid.  I didn’t do a very good job of guarding my Lord’s stuff, it was all looted by King Henry’s mercenary troops.  Fortunately, that didn’t find me, as they would probably have raped me, and then killed me.”

By now, Hugh was blubbering and Manley and Maven had arrived.  They were sitting on the Dower chest, at the end of the bed, facing Mitchell.  At Mitchell’s beckoning, Aldwin had climbed on to the bed, and sat on the other side of Hugh.

Mitchell then spoke firmly, but in a very loving tone, “Now, Hugh, we’ll have no more of this dying talk, please.  THere’s been enough death in this last month; you have a lot of living to do, husband to a wife be, children to father, and grandchildren to bounce on your knee, before you meet our maker.  Though you probably don’t know me, I knew your Lord as we were both members of King Richard’s War Council; I a lowly attendant on my Lord Lincoln and he, along with the Lord Pembridge, were both councillors.  Is your mother still alive?”

“No, Mitchell, she died some years ago, giving birth to my younger brother, John.  John is only 9 and he was also a squire, but to Lord Oxenbury.  I don’t know where he is, whether he’s alive or what has happened to him.  So, apart from John, I have no-one in the world that I know of.”

Manley then said, “Well, you now have us, and there’ll be no more of this slave talk, thank you.  I happen to know that our Great-Great-Grandmother was a Barclay; you might even be one of our distant cousins. So, welcome home. Understood!?”

Hugh shuffled across the bed and gave Manley a loving smooch on his lips, the boys were soon to learn why that action came so naturally, to their newly found cousin.

Maven now spoke up, “Your John, is he a red-head like you and about nine inches shorter, with curly hair?”

“That sounds like him.”

“There’s a boy of that description been taken in by our neighbours, the Clitherows.  They found him when they were scavenging on the battlefield, the day after the battle.  Apparently, he was naked; it looked as though he had been badly whipped and raped, his arse was bleeding.  Mr. and Mrs. Clitherow took him in and have been tending him ever since.  They had a boy, who would have been his age by now; he died a couple of years ago from TB.  I understand that boy is still very weak, but he is likely to recover eventually.  Meanwhile, Jane, Mrs. Clitherow is dotting on him.”

“I must go to him, look after him, after all, he might be my little brother,” said Hugh, still sobbing.

Mitchell said, “Hugh, you need looking after.  You’re skin and bone.  Maven will talk to Mrs. Clitherow and try to get some more information, first.  Please let us take care of you, first.”

High slumped back and sighed, “OK you might want to ask Jane about the area just above, and to the left, of the boy’s dick.  If it is John, she will find a round birthmark, similar to mine.”

With that, Hugh pushed his breeches down a little and showed, to all of them, a quiet large reddish-brown dark patch.

Mitchell spoke up, “OK, Manley, would you please rustle up some broth for our new friend.  Now you have two invalids to take care of.  Hugh, all the boys only have single beds, and this is the only other bed in the house, so we will have to share, is that OK?”

Hugh replied, “Of course, Mitchell, as I have said, my body is yours to do with as you wish.”

Mitchell’s heart and mind raced, but he said, “We’ll talk about that later.  For now, Barden will help you undress down to your underwear and then you can slip in here beside me.  Two patients together, eh.”

Barden did so help Hugh and this newly found cousin then slipped in beside Mitchell.  After a good helping of broth and bread had been enjoyed by all, the boys left their two patients together and went to their beds.

Little did Mitchell know that Hugh had been Lord Pembridge’s bum boy, for the previous two years.  This 22-year-old, former knight, would be pleasantly surprised, the next morning.

To be continued