Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2009 14:08:29 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mystery and Mayhem at St Mark's: Sequel 27
Mystery and Mayhem At St Mark's
A Sequel
by
Joel
Seq: 27:
Some of the Characters Appearing or Mentioned:
Mark Henry Foster The story-teller: Newly graduated.
Tristan (Tris) Price-Williams His well-proportioned boyfriend.
Francis Michael Foster Alias Toad/Gobbo Mark's younger brother
Adam Benjamin Carr Mark's cousin: History Fellow
Ivo Richie Carr Ditto, as his twin, a diplomat
Sophia Carr Their mother in Dorset
George Carr Their father: A farmer
Victoria ['Tory] Carr Ivo's wife
George Henry Carr Ivo and 'Tory's new-born son
Sir Henry Machin 'Tory's father, something in the City
Lady Mary Machin 'Tory's mother
Ignasz Zendener The hotel manager in Strelzen
Tomas, Igor, Frantischek; Receptionists and students
Aloys zum Adamszberh Rector of the Rodolfer University
Jerzy zum Adamszberh His son, studying at Cambridge
Tadeuz Galenosz A botanist, also at Cambridge
Herr Diesselhorst A relieved Minister of the Interior
Dr Claude Valentin Organist of the Cathedral of St Vitali
Andrei zu Glottenberh Rothenian Army Officer [Special Services]
Lucasz Voynovich Rothenian Army Officer [Signals Division]
David Vinodosj Secret police
Wednesday: Later
Tris would be back by twelve as Dr Stein would be arriving around
half-past. I was still rather reeling when there was a knock at the door.
It was Charles. Had Liam said anything? No.
"Are you well?" he started without preamble, "You look a little
disconcerted."
Nothing for it. I thrust the letter I was still holding at him. He
scanned the contents.
"I would be correct in assuming the full story was not divulged to us
on Saturday," he said. "Whatever you did, or experienced, went beyond the
normal call of duty I suspect?"
"Charles, I promise that some day I may have even worked out what
happened and I may be able to explain, or at least tell my view. To tell
you the truth we aren't even sure of what repercussions there have been
since we left. It's all rather sudden."
"And must be very important for such an honour to be offered." He
held up a hand. "I won't pry but you must promise to give me the full
facts as you see them when you are ready." He put a hand into the inside
pocket of his coat and drew out a somewhat similar envelope. "I have also
been given a date at the end of July for my visit to Rothenia to meet the
Cardinal and to take the ring I found for exhibition. Dr Masterton and Dr
Palfrey have also been invited and negotiations are in progress over
displaying your Book of the Hours as well with your permission, together
with other artefacts now at the Fitzwilliam." I nodded and he took this as
a sign of agreement. He smiled. "Thank you. I will convey your consent,
if I may. However, I have the feeling the relic is rather too delicate to
travel but I understand Leonard has been commissioned for a set of special
photographs."
I thought I'd better tell him we'd seen the other ring and also there
were plenty of objects to be catalogued and displayed from the inside of
the altar including another glass box with something in it.
He waved a hand. "You seem to have a happy knack in discovering
things as I am with the Servants of the Chapel records. You will recall
that Nathaniel contacted me about the discovery of the initials from the
photos. He tells me he has your permission to look again at the walls to
see if he can uncover anything further and now he has submitted his thesis
he will be in College shortly." I nodded again. "Good. It should provide
much interest for the visitors to see someone at work as he informs me
there need not be any interruption to visiting hours. In fact with so much
interest we are contemplating increasing daily times by half an hour."
I couldn't resist it. "I don't believe the College is so
money-grubbing."
A look of utmost horror crossed his face. He raised both hands in an
act of defence. "My dear Mark, far from such a sentiment being expressed
we should realise the immense pleasure visitors to our fine displays
experience and so much of our custom is by word of mouth."
I did feel a bit contrite. "Sorry, but the money must be rolling in.
But then you do have splendid plans for so much building and
refurbishment."
He was mollified. "True. You must come and see the work already in
progress at Hampton House. We are having a ground-breaking ceremony for
the new student-housing in a week's time now all the planning permission
has been granted. The Vice-Chancellor and the Mayor have promised to
attend."
We were interrupted by a clatter at the door. Sean with young Dusty
the Servery lad were there with a trolley being helped over the threshold
by Liam. Charles held both hands up above his head and mouthed 'See you
later' and scurried off.
"May we prepare?" asked Sean in a perfect imitation of the Fane-Stuart
style of preciseness.
No need to say anything as they were in pronto and my dining-table was
opened up and laid very efficiently. Liam was hovering. What to say? I
couldn't tell him all as Tris still hadn't seen his letter. I held the
envelope up. "Another invitation," I said.
Satisfied, he helped the lads ferry boxes into the kitchen. Sean was
in charge. Liam, the Head Porter-in-waiting, was dismissed with the
instruction to return the trolley. I could hear the subdued chat going on
in the kitchen. Sean came through with sets of glasses which he placed on
the table. "He's a good lad," he whispered referring to young Dusty, "In
fact both of them are. Even got Cheffie praising them." He raised his
voice. "The Master has sent over some of the Amontillado. Must be
important." He giggled and lowered his voice. "I know it is. Couldn't
help overhearing what you and Tris were saying on Sunday. We all know
about Curt but we haven't teased him. Cheffie said we'd be without vital
bits if he heard anything! He was chopping pork steaks at the time with
the cleaver and we all took the hint! Better get on. It's all cold but I
want it to look nice." He wrinkled his nose. "Especially for a pair of
Barons!"
"Taking lessons from Curt?" I asked, "I expect he'll have less to say
now."
"I hope not," Sean said laughing, "Keeps us all amused. But he's
great with it. We'll get all arranged and then just give us a buzz when
you're ready."
Twelve o'clock came and Tris appeared. His letter was identical to
mine. He also had Rudi's note as well. We had a few moments so sent an
e-mail to Ivo. Our missives must have crossed in the ether. As Tris
pressed Send/Receive so an e-mail appeared from Ivo. It reiterated the
invite and said special permission had been sought for us to receive a
foreign honour and this had been readily given by the Foreign Office. Not
only that but the Legation was being given full Embassy status with James
Marriott as Ambassador forthwith, he would be His Excellency. He said all
arrangements had been made and most of us would be accommodated at the
hotel. See you Friday. Flights had been arranged for us from Stansted.
Just turn up and ask for the Executive Lounge where tickets would be held
for us and don't forget passports!
This had just been printed out when Curt and his father arrived at the
door. The family likeness was unmistakable except Curt was much shorter
than his father. Father must have been blond earlier but had a salt and
pepper mixture now. His smile was just like Curt's, too.
As we all shook hands he laughed. "I've had many a merry evening in
here when I was a student." He pointed upwards. "I had the top set above
here and Eric Mays was opposite." Well, well! The Master had never said.
"He and Jackie Bennett who was Organ Scholar were thick as thieves. Spent
most of their time on the river. Jackie didn't row but rode the towpath
with the megaphone bawling his head off giving 'em instructions. 'Fraid I
spent my time in the Library and that new- fangled Language Laboratory we
had then, but there was always the Fort St George or here for refreshment!"
Curt was staring at his Dad. "You've never told me that," he said
accusingly.
His father laughed again. "Youthful indiscretions."
Sean had thoughtfully put the Amontillado and schooners on a tray on
the piano. Tris poured us all a generous glassful. "To the College,
then," he said raising his glass.
We sat and as succinctly as possible we jointly went through the story
concentrating on finding the Wildenstejn house. I had all the photos ready
and Dr Stein was very moved as we said about opening the locked mausoleum
and freeing Brett and he appearing holding the small icon. He held the
photo found in the house and studied the signature carefully. "This just
appeared?" he asked.
We said a soldier had said it fell down near him. It seemed
inconceivable that it could have existed in the house over all those years.
A different existence perhaps.
He said he agreed with Curt that if title was granted to the family in
respect of ownership of the house then it should be gifted to the Rothenian
state for some useful purpose. He didn't want it. He was amused about the
title of Baron but that was all in the past. Curt was the new
generation. I had a thought. If Charles was going over in July perhaps
Curt and Logan could go at the same time. Should keep Curt from exploring
film studios! We said about the opening of the altar and how the gold key
unlocked that second box which Dr Stein's father had deposited in
Michaelhouse. I said that the two silver keys were necessary to open that
door and that the Cardinal had both now. I drew out the golden key, still
on the Phillips, Van Zyl and Partridge key-ring, and gave it back to Dr
Stein. "A very precious memento," he said.
We showed them the letters and I think it was accepted that we had
done even more for Rothenia than just for them and finding the house.
Before Curt could say anything his father raised a finger and said nothing
should be discussed until the ceremony was over. Curt nodded and we
promised to tell him everything when we returned. And, he might be given a
drop more of the St Mark's Fire if the plants turned out OK. His father
laughed and said he'd been to two College Gaudies where the liqueur had
been given out as they were special commemorations. "In very small
glasses," he said.
Tris left us for a moment to contact Sean. Soon we were tucking into
a delightful prawn starter followed by delicious goat's cheese and cherry
tomato tartlets with a mixed salad accompanied by a complimentary white
wine. Chat flowed with the wine! I had imagined Dr Stein to be rather
uptight and prim. Far from it, I could see he was just an older version of
his son. He had plenty to tell about his student years here. Curt was all
ears, especially over the description of a couple of hair- raising climbs
to stick unmentionable objects on pinnacles at King's, eluding students
from there who didn't like interlopers. Luckily my experience up our
Chapel tower wasn't mentioned.
All too soon the afternoon drew to a close. Curt had obviously primed
his father to ask me to play. He asked if I knew the Beethoven E flat
Sonata which Jackie often played. "Started with a sort of discord," he
said. I did. Number 18. When I finished the first movement he thanked me
profusely. "I must tell you. Jackie was a great friend. That first
movement was just like him, quirky and effervescent but solid
underneath. He went to America to study more but..." Here he paused.
"...Unfortunately he was one who caught that plague. It was a long time
after that I heard he'd died." He looked at Curt. The message was clear.
He smiled. "But I have many happy and fond memories so we mustn't be
morbid!" He turned to his son. "We'd better go as I expect Logan will
want to hear everything!" Acceptance!
We promised to find out as much as possible on our next visit and
would keep in touch as we handed over photos and copies of the affidavits.
Yes, we agreed after they'd left, Dr Stein wasn't as much an enigma as we
had imagined. Curt was a lucky lad having him as his father.
We went across to the Master's Lodge and showed him the letters. He
just laughed and said it was an honour we deserved and it would put his
Lordship's nose out of joint as he had hoped to get some German award which
hadn't come along yet. "Tell the King he is most welcome to visit again."
He grinned. "Might broach the St Mark's Fire on his behalf!"
That evening was spent either on the computer or on the phone. We had
to tell our families about going to the Palace but we didn't go into detail
about getting awards. They'd also had letters - delivered by Trooper
Parkinson - inviting them to the Royal levee. We just said we were being
presented to the King - a handshake and a pat on the back, perhaps!. The
rest could be a surprise. I phoned Ulvescott. Yes, Adam was going to be
in Strelzen with Nate. They were going to stay on for a couple of days
anyway as Nate was fancy free and the Colonel was going over the typescript
and was correcting and scribbling even more. My mobile phone bill was
going to be horrendous as I then had nearly half an hour talking to the
Colonel. He'd obviously still got sources as he knew about the major
arrests and that we were being honoured. He also said Gorschkov was only
an alias. He was really Armenian and was wanted in more than one country
but had done a convincing disappearing act for several years. Plastic
surgery had come into it somewhere. "Come here as soon as you get back,"
was the command. There was laughter in the background. "Yes, with that
brother of yours and the workmen, including that big lad. They can do some
repairs here."
Oh well, that was more to look forward to.
Thursday
Although Tris was at the office on Thursday I had plenty to do. I
parcelled up the shirts very neatly and put the inscribed books in separate
envelopes. I packed our two cases. Best suits, white shirts, College
ties, polished shoes, clean undies and socks and so on and so on. I
divided the packages between the cases and they were well-filled. I
thought back to opening my case on the previous occasion and finding the
pencil-case gone. I did a momentary squirm as I imagined the pain that
crook must have had in his cock and balls. No! That pain must have been
out of anyone's contemplation.
As Charles had offered to take us to Stansted again we took him out
for a substantial meal at his favourite Arundel House. He was all ears as
we said about Dr Stein's visit. The suggestion he escorted Curt and Logan
on a visit to Rothenia was met with nods of agreement. He laughed when we
said Curt didn't even know his father had had the set on our Stair. "That
explains the carved initials RS on the lintel above the inside door.
Always thought they were eighteenth century!"
Friday
Our journey on Friday went smoothly. A welcoming hostess at Stansted
ushered us into the Executive Lounge. We had Club Class seats and were off
the plane almost first at the other end. No problem with bags and there
was a taxi waiting when we arrived at the Strelzen Station. David, of
course. We hugged him and Tris made some remark about feeling his bulges.
He laughed. "I tucked it down a bit lower today," he said.
Tris did a good imitation of a Toad sneer. "It's smaller than last
time...."
This set David giggling as we got into the car. "It is. Small and
compact but fires quickly and accurately..."
"I thought it was only young boys who had a hair-trigger action..."
said Tris.
David's English was equal to that. "...But they don't have the fire
power of my weapon!"
It was my turn to laugh. "Where did you learn English like that?"
"Shouldn't really tell you but I did six months duty in one of your
youth detention centres in Hertfordshire. Learned a lot there which I used
for my dissertation and when I got back here there was a vacancy going in
my present set-up and I was recommended to take it." He sniggered. "You
have to agree I still look young enough to blend in with students when
needed."
"Especially as a teenager with a little one," said Tris.
"Bollocks!" said someone with a command of low slang!
Anyway, we heard he also had an invite but knew nothing further. I
think he had an inkling we were getting some sort of award but we said no
more.
At the hotel there was slight chaos in the Lobby as we lumbered in
with our bags followed by David. We might have guessed. Toad was there
already haranguing Tomas and Franzi. Pugsy was looking on resignedly.
Both were in tee- shirts and short shorts. He turned as we came through
the door. No greeting!
"Good, you've arrived at last. We were just finding out where this
Spa is. Waz and Kaz are upstairs getting changed. I explained I'm your
brother."
Tomas and Franzi were now having a fit of the giggles. Tomas held up
a finger. "Permit us. We go with them." As he had been eyeing up Pugsy's
brawny, hairy thighs and legs I wondered if he was intrigued about the rest
still under minimal cover which would be revealed at the Spa.
David was standing behind us. He was trying not to laugh as well I
guessed. I couldn't resist it.
"Francis, just shut up for a moment. We just have to dismiss our
personal bodyguard." I turned to David and winked. "Thank you. We will
see you on Monday if not before, no doubt."
David put on a suitable obsequious air. "Zank you, Zir. If you vant
zomevun to be shot I vill be ready." He must have been a pupil of the
Andrei School of Acting! He then gave a humble salute and slid out of the
door just like a latter-day Uriah Heap.
There was a look of horror on Toad's face. "He's what?"
Tris was ready. "He's our bodyguard, you heard. You can't be too
careful here." He must have given Pugsy a signal as he turned to him. "If
you're going to the Spa I'll just phone for a couple of armed guards for
you."
Pugsy knew Toad's pisser was being pulled. "Thanks. We did see the
soldiers at the airport." This was usual anyway as even at Heathrow I'd
once seen two policemen with machine pistols.
The two lads must have realised something was going on having spotted
the winks. Tomas guffawed. Blast! Toad swung round.
"What's going on?" The penny dropped. "I might have known. Trust
you to make me look a fool!"
"You are very nice fool," said Tomas, "You like joke, eh? You good
big boy I think like postcard."
Toad grinned. We had told him about the cards being distributed.
Anyway, he was nothing if not generous. "I'm used to it." He turned to
Pugsy. "I'll deal with you later." Back to us. "Anyway you're here now.
You can explain about him later." This said pointing at the main door.
"We thought we'd go to the Spa as Mum and Dad and the others have gone to
see the babe. We thought there's too many so we'll see him tomorrow. Are
you coming with us?"
"Yes, might as well," said Tris. He looked over at Tomas and Franzi.
"You come as well?"
"Thank you," said Tomas, "We have finished here. My Uncle is above
showing the rooms and Igor will come here soon with new boy Karl."
"Where are Adam and Nate?" I asked Frankie.
"Upstairs. They said they wouldn't come as Nate wants to see the
museums." He turned to Tris. "Your Mum and Dad are looking at some
wineshop along the road and I think they're going with Adam and Nate." He
waved a bunch of bits of paper. "Anyway, Ivo's given me enough tickets for
the rest of us for the Spa."
"We'd better take our bags up first," I said. Tomas went behind the
desk and held up two keys. "Same room?" I asked. He nodded. "Give us
five minutes." Without asking, Franzi picked up both bulging bags. Quite
a tough youngster even if he did look slighter than his brother.
We were soon changed and matched Toad and Pugsy. When we got to the
lobby there were the other four, Waz, Kaz, Adam and Nate. Introductions
over we were soon on our way as Ignasz had waved the two lads off with a
grin. Adam made some remark that he wasn't going to have his equipment
ogled by all and sundry. Even Frankie forbore to comment!
We decided to walk as it was just pleasantly hot and the roadside
trees offered some shade. I walked with Kaz who looked quite stunning, as
did his cousin, in white shirt and tennis shorts. I heard that Toad had
been in charge at Gatwick airport. So much so he'd spent ages organising
everyone and had missed the first little connecting train and was last on
the plane.
After stripping off there was much hilarity in the hot pool. It
turned out Tomas was a competition level swimmer and Kaz and Waz were good,
too. After a suitable time Toad marshalled his group and Tomas and Franzi
led us to the top of the slope to the kiosk where Tris and I treated all to
cold drinks. There were no comments on the assembled nudity, our own or
the throng of mainly young males who were happily gathered and enjoying the
sun. Of course, inspections had taken place. I had noted the admiring
glances that Pugsy drew with his very muscular figure and Waz and Kaz were
showing good muscle, too. They were more slimly built and had matching
frames, Waz a little darker than Kaz, with both sporting slender,
circumcised cocks. Even Toad had filled out. His torso was well-defined
now and he was getting a slight hairy chest of which he was proud as he
rubbed his thumb through it every now and again. Tomas and Franzi were not
out of place, either. Both a bit more youthful than our 'youngsters' but
both had worked out and looked quite dazzling with suntans, brilliant white
teeth and, wait for it, neatly trimmed pubic bushes. Yep, looking around
it seemed to be a trend among the Rothenian young males. Two other young
Rothenian males joined us. Yniold and Pyotor. Wow! If Yniold had a lithe
and slim build then Pyotor wouldn't have been out of place in a good rugby
team. He was the same build as my cousins, chunky, tough-looking and not
an ounce of fat. A bit more muscle and he would have matched Pugsy. He
sported a thick and stubby cock which looked just right on that
well-defined torso.
However, there was just much chat as we lay and sunbathed. Waz was
questioning the two hotel lads about the country and the city; Kaz was
listening while Yniold was describing his school, then answering questions
about Scotland; Pugsy and Pyotor were laughing together over basketball, I
think; Frankie was asking Tris very pertinent questions about his work on
the Matteoli business; I just lay back and revelled in the warmth of the
sun, the group and the whole Spa complex. Complex analysis! That question
in Finals? I just wondered if anyone had tried.... I was lost in thought.
A toe stubbed my thigh. "Wake up! Time to go." It was Tris. We
were alone. The others were in a group looking at a piece of modern
sculpture which was part of an on-going exhibition.
"I wasn't asleep," I protested, "I was thinking." Tris put out a hand
and I grabbed it as I stood up. "Thanks," I said. "True, I was thinking.
I'll have to write something down when we get back to the hotel. That is,
unless you've got a biro and I can write it on your back. It's rather a
neat conclusion, I think. I'll need to check that no one else has done it,
though."
Tris held up an admonitory hand. "Don't try to explain." He smiled.
"I don't mean that nastily but it's all above my head. You should have
found a mathematical boyfriend but I'm glad you didn't!"
I laughed. "I'm glad I didn't, too. I expect we'd have plenty of
quarrels and spats over the best way to do things and accuse each other of
pinching ideas. At least we can't argue over what I do and you do."
On that happy note we joined the others who were trying to explain
what the tangled mass of iron rods and pieces of wire was trying to
represent. I agreed with Frankie when he said it reminded him of Tris's
hair in a high wind. We both got slaps on bare bottoms and were able to
retaliate when we were in the hot pool again.
Frankie and Pugsy were quite impressed when we got back to the hotel
and the party broke up with quite formal handshakes and thanks. Tomas said
he was on duty that night and if we were going to the Spa again could Igor
and Karl accompany us? Well, given another sight for sore eyes who smiled
shyly at us as we went into the reception area young Karl could accompany
us anywhere - preferably up the stairs and...
Adam and Nate were already back at the hotel and had left a note at
the desk saying they had booked a table for us at a restaurant that looked
quite promising on the corner of Lindenstrasse leading to the Tarlenheim
Palace - the Sheikh's shout! Be clean and tidy at seven forty-five. There
was also a note from Ivo saying that the whole family, plus hangers-on,
were invited to the Opera House on Saturday evening for a performance of
'Cosi Fan Tutte'. Time was being filled! Even more as there was a note
from Dr Valentin saying I was welcome to visit the Cathedral to play
between eleven-thirty and twelve fifteen tomorrow morning.
I wondered how Kasim and Wasim would get on with Adam and Nate. No
worries, they had met before at Ulvescott. We assembled well in time and
marched off to the restaurant which was quite superb. We all chose a
venison casserole as our main course which the head waiter had recommended.
Tris said his father was always wary of recommendations but we couldn't
have had anything better. It was rich and tasty and full of flavour. Adam
asked Kasim, who he was sitting next to, if it was better than camel stew.
Without a flicker Kasim said the only thing which surpassed it was the
crunch you got as you bit into a lightly poached sheep's eye! Poor Adam
had to be revived with another glass of the excellent local red wine which
just about took my breath away when I saw the cost on the wine list. In
fact we all had to be revived! Several times!
Saturday
Saturday morning I was awake just after six and felt ready for a nice
long walk as there was a warm breeze even at that time through the open
window. That was scotched as although we'd indulged rather vigorously in a
sexual bout the night before Tris was more than rampant at half past six in
the morning. "Missed too much last year," was his excuse, if ever needed.
I'd missed him, too, so tried to make it last as long as possible. But,
we'd promised to meet the others for breakfast no later than half past
eight. Eight pairs of accusing eyes were on us as we came down the stairs
one minute after half past.
"No need to ask what you've been doing," announced Adam. It would
have been OK but 'Tory's two sisters were there as well being squired by
attentive Frankie and solicitous Pugsy. That is, that pair were standing
as close to them as modesty allowed without actually attempting sexual
intercourse.
Politeness intervened. "Hello, Polly," I said holding out a hand to
the older one, "I hope Francis is keeping you up to date with the latest in
dumper trucks."
OOH! No handshake but a double cheek kiss and a grin.
"No, we heard about those on the plane yesterday. I think he's
persuaded Caroline she'd be better off doing a plumbing course than reading
Law."
Toad was roused. "All I said was..."
Caroline had disengaged herself from Pugsy's attentions. "...You more
or less said what did a pretty girl like me want with doing such a boring
old subject as Law..."
"...I didn't say you were a pretty girl..." Toad realised the pit was
dug. I saw Pugsy mouth 'Sexist beast' at him. He turned on Tris and me.
"It's all your fault. You're late and we're all hungry."
"..And I haven't said hello to your brother or Tris yet," said
Caroline, who, at not quite seventeen, had Toad sussed. Both Tris and I
were triple-bussed this time.
Toad was out-manoeuvred. Wasim and Kasim looked at each other. Wasim
came over to Caroline. "May I escort you to the cafe?" Kasim went to
Polly and bowed slightly. Tomas, ever watchful, hurried to the door and
opened it and the four led the way with Frankie behind them chuntering to a
passive Pugsy.
"Is this place OK?" Adam asked, "After last night I just want
something simple. I shouldn't have tried those cheeses to finish."
"You'll like it," Tris said, "Nothing less than a Full English with
plenty of fatty bacon and greasy eggs. Their black pudding has those tasty
lumps of pig belly and the fried bread is out of this world. Mounds of
it."
Nathaniel was quite solicitous. "Don't razz the poor boy up. I had
him moaning at three this morning..."
"...And what were you doing to him?" asked Tris. "No wonder the pair
of you have black rings under your eyes."
"Don't start him off," said Adam, "He tries hard but he hasn't the
finesse of Ivo and me."
"But you two have had years of practice," I said, "You don't know what
you're missing, Nate."
He laughed. "Don't worry, I've heard them on the phone many times.
Anyway, we're here!"
Jelka smiled as the ten of us filed in. Toad and Pugsy managed to
infiltrate onto a table for six with Waz, Kaz and the girls. Toad was
happy again and all were soon laughing. Polly and Frankie were quite a
pair. I wondered? But, no. 'Tory had said there was a lad in the offing
on whom Polly was very keen.
We four had quite a serious discussion. They had been to two museums
and the Art Gallery and were very impressed with what they had seen. They
had then gone to see George Henry and had tea there with the rest of the
group. Once that topic was over I knew Adam was itching to ask something.
I looked at Tris and simultaneously we drew out our envelopes and gave them
to Nate and Adam. "Not to be discussed before Monday," Tris said when the
two had finished reading, "You're the only ones here who know."
"Lots you haven't told us," said Adam, not accusingly, but with
genuine interest.
"Lots we don't know ourselves," Tris said.
"I know Ivo's been involved in something rough but he's been
tight-lipped about it. Usually we tell each other everything but I know
when there's more."
"Yes, Ivo's had more than a rough time but he's a diplomat and he's
brave through and through," I said.
"That's my bro!" Adam said, "I'll ask no more until everyone is
ready."
Even Adam was satisfied with his breakfast. For someone with a
delicate constitution after the feed the night before he made short shrift
of the rolls, croissants, sweet pastries and a whole pot of coffee.
We were well into breakfast when Mum, Dad and Tris's parents appeared.
They had spent the previous evening with the other 'grown-ups' - Aunt
Sophie and Uncle George and 'Tory's parents, plus the 'almost grown-ups'
Ivo and 'Tory. They had been to another restaurant, well out of our way
Dad said. I told them about the Cathedral and they said they would wander
up to it in time to hear me play and then they were having lunch with the
others before being taken on a trip towards Strelsfurt along the river, but
they would definitely be back for the performance tonight.
Adam and Nate said they more exploring to do, but they would also be
along to hear me 'fingering my organ' as Adam put it and was thumped,
thankfully, by Nate for that sentiment. So the other eight of us were
descending on George Henry that morning. I thought it was rather amazing
when the others also all said they would come to the Cathedral as well.
"To see it and that Chapel," said Toad.
"And to hear your brother play," said Polly. "Is he better than you?"
"Of course he is," said dear Frankie. "That is, until I get my
Fellowship next year!" said Toad. It was amazing how the switch was made
seamlessly!
I texted Ivo to say we were on our way and the crocodile reformed and
we walked along the roads and though the little green parks to Ivo and
'Tory's flat. Waz, Kaz and Pugsy had to be introduced to 'Tory who looked
much more relaxed and rested now she had got over the birth and the
aftermath of Ivo and us being ambushed. Ivo wasn't there. He was losing
another day of his paternity leave as arrangements were still being made
about the levee on Monday. 'Tory laughed. "Not a happy bunny!" she said,
"But he's more use there than here."
George Henry was awake when 'Tory fetched him from his crib. I really
believed he smiled when I was allowed to hold him and Frankie was just over
the moon when 'Tory showed him the birthmark on his leg. We had to explain
to Waz and Kaz about the family and the way the mark seemed to zigzag down
the generations. Aunt Sophie had it, Dad didn't, the twins didn't, but
both Frankie and I had it and now it had passed to the next generation,
George Henry, who was going to be proud once he knew he possessed it. We
said about the other strands of the family and I did mention Simon
Finch-Hampton.
It wasn't long before an inquisitive Yniold rang the front doorbell.
He wanted to know if he and his family could also accompany us to the
Cathedral and Pyotor was keen as well. Of course. The more the merrier.
I just hoped Dr Valentin would register for me. I noticed that as Yniold
went round the room Frankie, Pugsy, Waz and Kaz all gave him a hug rather
than the formal handshake.
We refused tea or coffee as time was getting on. None of the others
had experienced the tram system so we arrived up at the Domshorja, or
Cathedral Mount, in good time. We must have been recognised as we had just
arrived at the side entry when Father Artur appeared with Dr Valentin -
without his sling. There was the usual melee while introductions were made
and we filed into the cathedral.
Father Artur marshalled the eight of us into a group around him.
"Please, I would like to show you St Guthlac's Chapel first."
He led the way and we entered the Chapel, so brightly lit by the sun
streaming through the window in which the stained glass of St Guthlac was
set. It was odd. Quite without any prompting we each stood in front of a
chair, then all knelt on the padded rail along in front of them. From the
corner of my eye I noted that Kasim and Wasim had done the same without
looking to right or left. I felt a great peace surrounding me. I
definitely heard a quiet voice. "You did not waver." Time seemed to stand
still. Without realising it I found I was holding Tris's hand and he was
gripping mine tightly. It seemed as if there was no one else but us during
that moment of time. I knew we were being transported back through the
ages. My eyes were closed but I could see very clearly the form of a
smiling lady dressed in rich medieval clothes surrounded by a golden light.
She raised a hand and I knew we were being blessed. "You are my beloved
ones. Peace be with you for ever." The image faded and that moment
passed. I was transported back to the present but I knew that Tris had had
the same experience.
Almost together we all stood and looked towards Father Artur who was
pointing at a table in front of the altar. On it were the two boxes, the
two keys and, on a velvet cushion, the glass case containing the Ring
belonging to the Cathedral. Also on the table were two beautiful shining
silver gilt chalices, two gold plates and some porcelain plaques just like
the ones which made up the altar. In the centre of the table was a
cloth-covered object.
"I think you have all experienced the peace and blessing of the Chapel
this morning," he said and there was a nod from everyone. "This Chapel has
been a mystery for many, many years but some of its secrets have now been
revealed to us through the good efforts of our friends here." He indicated
with an open hand gesture Tris and me standing together. "The two keys
were reunited and we have only just begun to realise what treasures are
here which have lain hidden for so long." Frankie, standing next to me,
nudged me. 'Treasures' again. "The Ring has been in our possession since
the Blessed Saint Fenice's days and we now know the altar was erected by
her in honour of an English saint who sheltered and cared for monks and
others who were dispossessed and exiled by a tyrant. We think the 'stone'
in the name of the Chapel refers to the porcelain decoration." He picked
up one of the pieces from the table. "This one has Saint Fenice's name on
it. It may be her own signature. It was among the many objects inside the
altar."
He pointed to the other things. "We are still examining the rest but
these have been cleaned especially for today. The chalices date from
around thirteen hundred and twenty and the plates from about fourteen
hundred." He smiled. "They were valuable then, they are priceless now."
He clasped his hands together. "There is one particular object. It is a
relic of some kind. It has not been examined fully yet. There is a
document with it which is written in old Rothenian and it is difficult to
translate. We think it may be a personal relic of the Blessed Saint Fenice
or of Saint Guthlac. We are not sure. It must have been an object of
great veneration. The mount is pure gold as far as we can tell." He
carefully drew away the piece of cloth and revealed a small glass case.
Whatever was in the case seemed to glow with a golden light as the rays of
the sun appeared to be focussed on it. We all stared mutely at it until he
covered it again. Frankie was the first to speak.
"I feel that is very special. Saint Fenice," he said quietly.
Father Artur looked at him intently. "You are sure?"
Frankie nodded. "Yes. I know."
Father Artur did a strange thing. He bowed to Frankie and bent his
knee.
As he stood up he was smiling. "I must explain. That document
finishes strangely. My friend Professor Sinkiewitz and I think it reads
something like 'I will be named by one who will be great in skill but is
young in years and holds a sign from ages past.' We have puzzled over
that. You have named the Blessed Saint and you are young in years."
Pugsy cleared his throat. "Frankie has skill already. He is a good
musician but he also knows how to lead and to make good friends."
"The birthmark is the sign, I'm sure," added Tris. "That is a family
sign."
There was an absolute silence broken only by the gentle cooing of a
dove or other bird outside. Or, it seemed almost to be in the Chapel, the
silence was so intense. I had heard that sound before. When we crept
along the ditch towards the house. I looked at Tris. He nodded. He had
recognised that sound as well.
Father Artur held out his arms as if to embrace us all. "We are
surrounded by mysteries. Let us keep these things in our hearts and minds
and contemplate what has been shown to us."
Wasim stepped from the end of the row where he had been standing.
"Sir, we have all been touched by something very holy today. My cousin and
I may not be of your faith but we can also feel that gentle spirit. Praise
be!" He bowed his head and was copied by Kasim who reached out to clasp
his cousin's hand.
There was no more to be said. Wasim's words were so exact. Yes, I
had felt that gentle, but very firm, spirit. Turning we filed back into
the Cathedral. Pugsy had his arm round Frankie's shoulder. Frankie looked
perplexed. Father Artur took the pair off as the rest followed me to the
base of the organ loft. Dr Valentin was there with Anton.
"You are ready?" he asked.
I went up with the pair as Tris led the others into the main body of
the Cathedral where another group were assembling. Not only the ones
expected but Yniold and Pyotor had been busy on their 'handys'. I think
all our Baker Street Irregulars were there plus some others of various ages
shepherded by the young priest we'd met before. Dr Valentin explained
there was a wedding this afternoon and the choirboys were needed for that.
Anyway, I did a re-run of my part of the recital. I think it was even
better. I felt so free of care and worry - if ever I had any. After the
English pieces the Alain just flowed. I followed Dr Valentin's whispered
instruction about which manuals to play on as he and Anton registered so,
so artistically. The opening of the Rheinberger, with that odd tune in the
right hand above the held A minor chord, swirled round my head and I was
away. The stops for the ethereal Tonus Peregrinus were added to and I was
able to pinpoint exactly that interplay between the two hands as the theme
developed into those downward chromatic passages before the reappearance of
the opening theme and the counterpoint again before the final A major
chord. I don't know what stops they chose for the Intermezzo but they just
seemed so piquant and right before quietening down to a final solo flute
stop above the long held F.
A quiet 'Go for it!' from Dr Valentin indicated I had nothing to worry
about the Chromatic Fugue. Again I was led through almost a labyrinth of
tone colour until those final thirteen bars where the full power of the
enormous organ was unleashed. Two thirty-two foot stops - one a reed, the
other a huge diapason - underpinned those mighty chords and I held the
final A major chord as long as I dared before letting it go reverberating
round the vast space of the Cathedral. I slid off the bench to be embraced
by both Dr Valentin and Anton as the sounds of applause came from below. I
turned to find Frankie standing arms outstretched ready for the most
enormous hug he gave me.
"I couldn't do better than that," he said.
"You must try," said Dr Valentin indicating the bench. He put up a
book of Bach chorales for manuals only.
Frankie smiled and played flawlessly through the chorale and the first
three verses of the partita on 'O Gott, du frommer Gott', a great favourite
of both of us and Mr Prentice. I think Anton was even impressed. Dr
Valentin certainly was. "You must both come back and play for us. I will
arrange." They both got hugs, too.
Down below we emerged to quite an excited throng. Sir Henry nearly
crushed my hand with his hearty handshake. The slap on the back from Uncle
George just about winded me. Dad was a little more gentle. "Thank
goodness my two sons can do something which gives pleasure to others." Too
late he realised the double entendre as Aunt Sophie grabbed her brother and
gave him the kiss I think was intended for either me or Frankie. No
problem, we got those from all the assembled females and I saw Pugsy
flicking his tongue between parted lips, with Adam and Nate laughing beside
him, as I was kissed finally by young Caroline. Dr and Mrs Schreiber shook
hands formally but Wasim and Kasim, I think, were caught between whether to
kiss, hug or just shake hands. They compromised by a joint hug. Auntie Dil
left half her lipstick on my cheek which Uncle Nick removed with a snowy
white handkerchief before shaking my hand and mouthing 'Not so evil' at a
grinning, very satisfied Frankie who had high-fived his friends. That left
a motley rank of young males. The very young ones were in line in front of
the priest. Each bowed and shook hands as did the priest before they were
led off. Our five were more exuberant. Yniold was in charge. "We listen
and we love. You fill place with good things we all say. We wish we were
good also."
I think Frankie had the same charisma as Tris. "You will be but you
have to work hard." They all nodded. He held up two fifty-euro notes.
"We will all go to lunch and then we can go to the Spa this afternoon."
Oh, Heavens preserve us! Frankie spending money? All the others went off
laughing leaving Adam, Nate, Tris and me with Frankie and the five. Polly
turned and waved. Ouch! I wondered if she wanted to join us? There was
the mixed section but I got the impression it was for older participants.
She must have seen my expression and just shook her head. But Adam and
Nate were with us. Did they intend to come along as well?
That non-conundrum was solved as Frankie and they led us to an
open-air restaurant below the Cathedral Mount just near the river. While
we waited to be served young Karl arrived followed by two others. Jerzy
and Tad had turned up at the hotel just as Karl was being summoned by Tomas
on his handy to join us. Introductions were quickly made and that pair
soon linked up with Adam and Nate and all were quaffing steins of beer
within minutes. I was still rather on Cloud Nine or even Cloud Nine and a
Half so Tris ordered whatever he was having for me as well. He recognised
another of the 'disappearing up one's own fundament' as he called my fugal
moments. Lamb cutlets were a great favourite so I didn't have to dither
over the choices on the menu and I saw Waz and Kaz had the same. The
younger ones were tucking into platefuls of something like moussaka
accompanied by piles of frites with Pugsy and Frankie leading the way in
emptying laden plates.
The tram ride to the Spa was hilarious. Frankie had us all in line
and argued in English with the conductor over whether he and the youngsters
should only pay half fare as students on a Saturday. He won. More because
of the amusement and encouragement of the other passengers than whether it
was true or not. Tad whispered to me "There is no half-fare for students
only for Seniors on a Saturday. Students travel with their card during the
rest of the week."
Adam was going to share the sight of his dangly bits with the rest of
us! Frankie had rustled up enough spare tickets for most of us so Tris and
I magnanimously paid for the final four of the youngsters and we were soon
all splashing and chasing each other in the hot pool before going to find
shade, warmth and cool drinks up on the grassy slopes outside. This didn't
last long. Adam, being Adam, had bought two frisbees at the stall and was
soon leading a contest to see who could throw the furthest and catch the
most accurately. Yes, his dangly bits were on display and I could see that
he and Nate were well-matched.
While the game became more fast and furious Tris and I sat talking to
Jerzy and Tad. They filled us in on some of the arrests that had been made
and the clear- out which had been made in various Ministries and public
posts which they had gathered mainly from contacts rather than through news
reports. They said rumours were rife about all sorts of things and they
hoped some, or all, of the truth would emerge, the sooner the better. Once
we had got over that we discussed the coming levee. They realised we were
getting some specific award. They were to be presented to the King and
commended. They said they were looking forward to actually meeting him.
Of course, what Tris and I wanted to know above all other things was
what had taken place with Stepan. They were quite open and quite
forthright over the happenings. They had taken him to an out-of-town motel
and had spent three days and nights in a carnal marathon there, emerging
only to eat. Tad said what amazed them was the lad's stamina. He'd
reduced the pair of them to almost shambling sexual wrecks while he had
just blossomed and took all and gave all. They did admit they'd given him
plenty to remember them by, but they thought he was eager for more even
though he'd complained he was sore at both ends as they deposited him back
at the farm on Monday morning.
"I wonder if Grandfather thought the lad would go straight off for an
ordinary fuck," said Jerzy with a laugh, "I doubt it. Last we heard he was
teaching archery to one of the lads from the village. That means plenty of
bodily contact showing him how to pull the bow string..."
"...Pulling something else later," said Tad. "I know the lad. He's a
real hunk and when I saw Stepan on Sunday Jan was following him with a look
of sheer lust." He nudged Jerzy. "We could get the pair of them,
perhaps."
Unfortunately the images engendered caused four giggling young men to
move sideways onto their towels so burgeoning hardons were not on full
display.
As Tris recited a mantra consisting of all mean and nasty things like
whiskery aunts, piles of cow poo and vinegar enemas, so Tad and Jerzy must
have been doing the same in Rothenian. Given the sight of three good-sized
erections mine was refusing to obey any injunction to subside. It was just
impossible. Our 'crew' of youngsters were also almost all half-hard,
laughing and colliding as they were now throwing the frisbees back and
forth between the group. If Stepan had a devoted follower so Pugsy and the
Arab pair had young Karl who, quite unconcernedly, was fully erect and was
shadowing them copying every movement. Pugsy and the pair were compounding
things by barging into the lad at every opportunity and giving him playful
taps on his very rounded backside - a bubble-butt if ever there was one -
which, of course, only served to keep him hard. Even Frankie was playing
to the gallery. He had Yniold and Pyotor on his side against Igor and
Tomas, with Franzi vainly trying to keep up with Nate and Adam who were
giving him smacks as well if he missed catching the flying object as it
came near him.
All too soon the afternoon came to an end. Not only for us but for
the passing males, of all ages, who all seemed intent on gazing at Adam's
well-formed parts, at least that was his opinion so he informed us, as we
straggled back to the pool for a final swim. "Big head as well..." was
Nate's fond response.
The lads thanked us for such a wonderful time when we parted at the
hotel. We knew we would be seeing Yniold and Pyotor later. He'd said his
father had got tickets for them as well. We also knew there was going to
be a reception in the Intendant's box again. Mum was going to present the
third score as a surprise. Mozart's 'Magic Flute'.
We had only just got back into our room when Frankie and Pugsy, with
the cousins, came to the door. They wanted to discuss the morning's
revelations in the Chapel. We had all felt the serenity and blessing
surrounding the holy objects. It was true. Both I and Tris had had the
same out of time experience which we recounted, even down to the detail of
the red damask of the Saint's sleeves as she raised her hand in blessing.
"I definitely heard a voice," Frankie said quite solemnly, "A woman's
voice. 'That is mine' she said and I knew it was the Saint. When Father
Artur took Pugsy and me off he said he'd been told I would be the
messenger."
Pugsy was nodding. "I heard something, too. There was a sort of
murmuring repeating 'Friends'." He turned to Wasim. "You tell them what
you heard."
"We heard it, too. 'Friends' and there was something like 'Messengers
of peace."
"It was a beautiful voice," said Kasim "And the words were in our
language, Arabic."
Frankie held out both hands. We stood in a circle of friendship and
peace holding hands.
"What really happened to you?" was Frankie's question as we stood and
looked at each other.
I couldn't answer. Tris just said whatever had happened to us was
something we still didn't fully understand. He said they could read the
copies of our affidavits but we only knew there were different forces at
work - some good, some evil. He sketched in a few more of the things we
hadn't told anyone. He said one thing that had never been discussed or
explained was the strange appearance of the doppelganger. I hoped he
wasn't scaring the lads. No, they accepted that as an example of the
forces of good and evil which seemed to be focussed in some way on this
strange country.
Kasim summed it up very cogently. "There was much to clean up here
and you were chosen to be the catalysts."
"You said 'chosen'?" Tris asked, "That word keeps cropping up."
"Yes," said Wasim, "That phrase we heard 'Messengers of Peace' was
only part. There was the repeated idea of 'chosen' as well. Not spoken,
but it was there."
"We must all talk to the Sheik," said Frankie very softly. "He said
that word to me."
We were rather subdued as we parted to get ready to go for a snack
before going to the Opera House. Nate and Adam joined us and lightened the
atmosphere a good deal as they talked about things they had been doing at
Ulvescott.
As the lads liked the trams we took the cheaper option than taxis and
arrived at the Opera House quite early to be met by Yniold and Pyotor who,
having spoken to the top-hatted Commissionaire, escorted us up to the
Intendant's private box. "You will have good seat," Yniold said, pointing
to boxes flanking this one, "We sit in top but all sound is good here."
We didn't have to wait long as the Intendant came in escorting Mum and
the others. What a gathering! All our lot plus the Legation staff and
Rodolfer and Cathedral dignitaries we knew but had to be introduced to
everyone else. Last to appear was smarm-pot himself, with the triple
alliance of the General, the Colonel and Andrei, plus the ubiquitous TV
camera and reporter, in attendance. Perhaps it was the turmoil he'd been
through but the Minister was much more subdued. After being introduced to
the older members of the party he made a beeline for Tris and me. He shook
our hands vigorously and, with Andrei translating, said he was so pleased
to see us again and that we had been instrumental in clearing the country
of some very undesirable people. He didn't quite say we'd got him off the
hook but the way he was saying things we knew he was being quite genuine.
The smarm-pot image retreated and he became quite human!
The Intendant was quite overcome when the daughter of the great
Maestro Matteoli presented him with the score of 'Die Zauberflote'. She
came up for breath after being hugged and kissed by this most
ascetic-looking gentleman. Captured for posterity by the camera much to
the amusement of us all. Everyone toasted everyone else in the sparkling
wine brought round by several rather dishy young waiters while Mum was
being interviewed. I noticed she did manage to grab a glass before we
dispersed to the various seats assigned to us.
I loved 'Cosi Fan Tutte'. Tris and I had seen it at Covent Garden
where we had been 'up top'. Now we had 'grandstand' seats. Yes, the
performance was superb, singing, staging and the orchestral playing. Our
appreciation helped, no doubt, by the top-up of glasses in the Intendant's
Box during the interval. After the performance we met up there again for
coffee and a range of delicacies that even made Toad's eyes pop. "Keep
finding things," he whispered to me as he took two small stuffed
vol-au-vents topped with caviare from the tray held by the attentive young
waiter.
Sunday
This was to be George Henry's day. It certainly was. But first we
had a quiet morning at the Spa. Quiet, unless a screeching Toad organising
a mammoth handball match, with at least three dozen enthusiastic young
males participating, was a reasonable definition of the term. Anyway, the
increasing throng was enthralled, no doubt as we were, by the sight of a
very muscular Pugsy, cock and balls swinging mightily, catching and
throwing the ball with such accuracy with Waz and Kaz as more than willing
confederates.
Lunch was no less riotous. Frankie decided he was the last of the
great spenders and took us six to the Spa restaurant where he was pestered
for his autograph as I got the impression the youngsters around thought he
was some popstar or other sort of minor celebrity. "I like this place,"
was his comment, "But it's a bit expensive with you lot around." I saw Waz
look at Kaz and when the bill appeared a rather flashy gold card was
produced and against Frankie's protestations one of them picked up the tab.
So back to the hotel to be spruced up ready for the three o'clock
service. Very clean and tidy we strolled to the Klimentgasse where St
Edward the Confessor's Anglican Church stood. Surprise, surprise, who
should roll up in David's taxi but Grandma Foster! She had flown in
specially that morning so four generations could be present. She was the
centre of attention until along the road came the parade of parents,
grand-parents, aunts, uncles counting Nate, with George Henry in a real
old- fashioned pram. We lined up and processed into the Church. The vicar
was waiting for us with an almost over-flowing congregation. The choir
started singing and the congregation rose to greet us. It was such a happy
occasion and George Henry didn't whimper even when the water was poured on
his head. All us Godparents made our vows and each of us held George Henry
for a few moments as the last hymn was being sung. Dad whispered to me
that the Christening Robe had been in the family for well over a hundred
years and we'd all worn it and Grandma had brought it over specially for
the ceremony.
Afterwards there was a 'bunfight', as Dad described it, in the Parish
Hall. There I was introduced to Will Vincent, the Director of Music at the
Church, who said he'd been at the recital Anton and I had given. Toad was
all ears and the three of us slipped away so we could try the organ in the
Church. Will apologised and said it was a bit 'windy' and needed a lot
spent on it but was hopeful of having it rebuilt, or even getting a new
one, with the recent increase in the size of the congregation. He said,
with a sly grin, he was in charge of a news station and it was his TV
people at the Opera House the night before. "I was there, too. For the
performance!"
Yes, the organ was rather on its last legs. It was quite in tune but
there was little power and bighead me said at least a rebuild was
necessary. "Statement by Pennefather Organ Scholar and St Vitalis
recitalist," he said and laughed, "Permission to use that?"
Toad played a second short Bach prelude. "You can quote me, too," he
said with a look of pretend importance, "Pennefather Organ
Scholar-in-waiting endorses his eminent brother's opinion! But, with the
size of the Church you could do with a sizeable three-manual rather than
this."
"Thanks, the more the merrier." He looked at me. "Something special
tomorrow?" He smiled. "Quite off the record we've heard there's to be a
Kingly moment. Just to say we'd like an interview after if poss." He
laughed at the look on my face. "Come on! Back to the tea-party or all
the sticky buns will have gone."
We hadn't been missed. Dad was chatting to the vicar whose sister had
been at the Royal College with him. I got the impression an invite for the
Baroque Orchestra might be in the offing as one of the directors of the
Rudolfinum was there, too, and Dad and he were soon in animated
conversation after the vicar had introduced them.
That evening we didn't want anything substantial to eat. The fourteen
of us in the hotel, including Mum, Dad, Auntie Dil, Uncle Nick and the two
girls, went to a small restaurant further along the Lindenstrasse which was
full of locals. Another fourteen squeezed in and we snacked and drank
various potions and chatted away and time just passed. It was almost
eleven when we called it a day and returned to the hotel. It was only then
I remembered that Ivo had slipped me two folded pieces of paper as we came
away from the Parish Hall with the injunction 'Read later'. I thought they
might be instructions for the ceremony.
"Look at this, Tris," I said after I'd read the first page of the note
and scanned the second. Well, the first page was a note, the rest a family
tree.
"Fuck me rigid!" The comment was so uncharacteristic that I knew we
had both just read something startling. "This means you and Andrei..." he
began and then stared at the second page again.
"...might be related," I finished his sentence very quietly.
We went into the little study-room and sat side by side and looked at
the pages again. The top one was in Ivo's handwriting. The second in
another hand. There was no preamble.
'I asked Andrei last weekend about his English ancestry. I think
we had both come to the same conclusion. There were too many uncanny
resemblances between us which we had both recognised but had kept to
ourselves. It was only your question which gave me the courage to ask.
His ancestry is Scottish rather than English and his mother has sent him
the second part of this. As far as I can make out the Forsythes were a
well-known Edinburgh family and I have the feeling they impinge somewhere
on our Scottish Fosters as well.
The crucial name is rather hazy. His mother knows a Lieutenant
Forsythe married a French girl he met at a ball in Paris way back in 1840.
Her first name was Marie and she thinks her surname began with F as a
locket has come down in the family with two different locks of hair braided
inside and the case has two entwined Fs engraved on it. I surmise the name
was Fontane and have e-mailed Dr Thomson for his opinion.
There is a certain bit of evidence which you can check personally
with Andrei. He showed me last night when our party got back from the
opera. He has the birthmark and he says his younger brother, plus an older
brother and his mother has it, too. Remember, my mother has it! He said I
must not say anything until after the Christening and possibly not until
after the presentation tomorrow. I haven't said anything to Mum yet, but I
think you should be forewarned though, so have decided to give you the note
and the tree today. Share with Tris. Ivo.'
"Ivo said he was very fond of Andrei and felt very close to him. If
this is true you would be very closely related," said Tris. I knew he had
absorbed more of the original tree we already knew about than I had.
"Let's see that other page," I said, "There's some other things that
struck me when I scanned it."
Andrei's mother had written the details very clearly in a column.
'1. Lt James Forsythe m. Marie F? 1840 ? Paris
One son:
2. James Forsythe born 1841 m. Harriet Charteris 1866
Two sons: the younger unmarried.
3. Walter James Forsythe born 1868 m. Fanny Elizabeth Brett
1892
Two sons: elder born 1892 died unmarried 1960
4. James Everett Forsythe born 1894 m. Catherine Escott 1914
One son:
5. Edward James Forsythe born 1915 m. Rose Maddox 1939
One daughter: one son unmarried.
6. Margaret Rose Forsythe born 1946 m. Hubert zu Glottenberh
1970
Five sons:
Edward born 1971 married
Klaus born 1974 unmarried
Peter born 1977 married
Andrei born 1980 unmarried
Bastian born 1987 at school
1. James F was killed in 1842. A casualty of the First Afghan War.
Marie lived with J's parents in Edinburgh and died in 1850, tuberculosis.
2. James F became an advocate in Edinburgh. He died 1890: Harriett
in 1882.
Younger son emigrated to America. Played in orchestra there.
Died 1906.
3. Walter J F was quite a famous artist. Died 1943. Fanny was his
model and was a great beauty. She died 1945.
4. James E [named after Millais!] F married at outbreak of WW1,
joined up and was a Captain killed on the Somme 1916. Commemorated on the
Thiepval Memorial.
5. Edward J F is my father: He was a Professor of Law in Edinburgh
and died in 1995. My brother Edward is a retired Writer to the Signet
(solicitor) and lives in Leith. My mother is 87 and lives with me, Klaus
and Bastian here in Wendel.
6. I met my husband when I was a translator in Brussels. (I read
French at Girton) He is our Charge d'Affaires in Brussels and commutes
between there and here constantly and hopes to retire next year!
Ask Andrei about the birthmark. Both J Everett and his brother had
it. Their father painted the pair in bathing trunks when 10 and 12 a la
Henry Scott-Tuke. Picture at our house. Family story is it often skips
generations as the second James F was supposed to have it.. Confession: I
have it and so do three of my sons! Klaus, Andrei and Bastian.
Your bemused probable relation!
Margaret.'
"Bloody Hell," was a second infrequently used expletive from Tris. It
was said with some force. "If Andrei hadn't been dicking Lucasz or vice
versa that night in the hospital you could have compared birthmarks then."
He laughed. "Wait until Microbe hears all this! As Andrei's related by
marriage to Rudi he'll demand a title by proxy at least! Baron Cockhappy
of Wimbledon Common I'm sure!" He was giggling almost uncontrollably. "Do
we break the news tomorrow?"
For once I was the one counselling caution. "OK. There's a
birthmark. Is it identical? And we don't know about Marie F yet. Several
other things, though." I held up a hand and counted off on fingers. "
First, no daughters until Andrei's Mum. Second, unmarried sons galore.
Third, Dr Thomson told us there were lots of lawyers on his strands.
Fourth an artist and a musician, fifth, early births..." I stopped and just
shook my head. "Let's leave it until tomorrow. My head's reeling."
Tris subsided. "True. It's circumstantial evidence so far."
My mobile pinged. An incoming text message. Yowks!!
'Marie Fontane m James Forsyth British Embassy
Chapel Paris Oct1840 message just come from
Doc Thomson. Have told Andrei. I.'
The final link.
"Come to bed," Tris said.
Although both tired from a day full of incident and happiness we could
do nothing better than consummate that love between us again. As I nuzzled
Tris, lying in his arms, I realised that other quirk of inheritance was
substantiated, Tris and me, Adam and Nate, and now, Andrei and Lucasz.
To be continued: