Date: Sat, 15 May 2010 08:04:38 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Montsabot Charterhouse 08/15 (highschool/historical)

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MONTSABOT CHARTERHOUSE
By Andrej Koymasky © 2010
Written on June 29, 2002
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Brian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"MONTSABOT CHARTERHOUSE" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion,
family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better
not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't
care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my
welcomed guest.

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Chapter 8 - The Charterhouse opens its doors

The following morning they woke up in each other's arms and smiled
radiantly.

"HiÉ my love!" Roland whispered.

"Hi, my sweet loverÉ Did you have a good sleep?"

"A splendid one. And you?"

"I'm feelingÉ I'm feelingÉ like a new person! Now I'm yours, and I'm
happy."

"Yes, but I too am yours. And I would like, before we get upÉ I would
like that this morning it's you who takes me. It was so with HervŽ - he
took me and I took himÉ Or to better say, he gave himself to me and I to
him."

"Yes, I understand, it's trueÉ it is not so much a question of taking
but of giving, isn't it so? Physically it could seem the same, but it is
really very different."

"Certainly, because it is love that pushes us more than desire."

"And you love me, don't you? Now you too are aware, aren't you?" the boy
asked him with shining eyes.

"Yes, now I too am aware, my beloved one."

"I believeÉ I really believeÉ that it has been my Dad who made it so
that we fell in love with each other. He was here, he is here and smiles
on us, I am sureÉ"

"It's likely that you are right."

"You loved each other very much, didn't you?"

"Yes, so very much."

"This is why he called me Serge RolandÉ"

"Exactly so."

Both were happy, were feeling filled with love, were seeing life with
new eyes. Even though in front of others the manifestation of their
affection had to be restrained to those usual between step-father and
step-son, they knew that now a new and wonderful bond had started
between them.

They finally could move to the Abbott's Tower which had been renovated
into a nice apartment on the first and second floor and guests rooms on
the third one. On the ground floor, besides the colonnade, there was the
stairway to the upper floors and a wide empty hall. The last floor, that
was the belfry, had two arches on each side, but the bells were missing
and it was now like a covered terrace, a belvedere. The tower was, like
all the most ancient part of the complex, entirely built in stone and
was in late-gothic style; but the interior, furnished with beautiful
pieces brought from the villa, was modern and functional.

On the second floor was their room and the room of the twins, who were
at this point ten years old. When they noticed that Serge was sleeping
in the same room with Roland, they asked him the reason.

"But are you sleeping with Dad?" Michel asked.

"Yes." serenely answered Serge.

"And why? There are other rooms upstairsÉ wouldn't you have liked having
your own room?" Jean-Marie asked.

"No, I like sleeping with Roland better."

"But in Dad's bedroom there is just one bedÉ" Michel pointed out.

"Of course, as I sleep with him."

"ButÉ why?" Michel asked knitting his eyebrows, trying to understand.

"Listen, I have to explain to you something very important. But you have
to swear to me that you will never talk about it with anybody, besides
me or Roland."

"Sure, we swear!" the twins said, very seriously.

Thus Serge explained them how some people love people of the other sex,
and some love people of their own sex, while others love indifferently
people of both sexes. He then also explained to them the difference
between having sex and making love, being in love. He then told them
about their real father, HervŽ, and how he loved both their Mum and
Roland. And finally explained to them that he and Roland were in love,
therefore they made love, hence they slept in the same bed. He then
warned them that the majority of the people don't admit such things
therefore he reminded them of the promise they swore to never talk about
it with strangers.

The twins accepted all this with a great serenity.

Michel said, "It seems to me funny thinking that Roland, who is in a way
our Dad, makes love with our brotherÉ"

"But we know that our real Dad was HervŽ and not RolandÉ moreover this
is possibly why Serge always calls him Roland and not DadÉ" Jean-Marie
commented.

Finally, in September 1924 the Charterhouse opened. The Government
entrusted twenty-six boys to the Charterhouse whose age was between six
and seventeen years, who were settled in the first three renovated small
houses. Meanwhile Roland managed to find five teachers, recruited
through ads in the newspapers and tested by Roland and Serge. So the
internal school for the boys also started, notwithstanding it didn't yet
get the Education Ministry's recognition. They simply thought that they
would send the boys to take their exams in the public school as external
candidates.

The uniforms for the boys had also been made. They consisted of a light
blue waist-length jacket with a starched collar, white trousers and
spats, a black kepi with a coloured pompom and also a black short cape.
The pompom was light blue for the boys between six and nine years of
age, white for those between ten and fourteen and red for those from
fifteen up. If and when they also had little children younger than five
years, they would have a yellow pompomÉ but for the moment they didn't
have any.

But soon a problem arose - a teacher who went to one of the boys' houses
to bring a book to one of the students, caught a boy of sixteen who was
merrily screwing another of fourteen. The man, scandalised, enjoined the
two boys to dress immediately and to wait in the house, then went
hurriedly to see Roland to report the fact and to ask a punishment for
the two boys.

Roland nodded and told him he would take measures. First of all he
talked about it with Serge. He then summoned the five teachers.

"Well, professor Fontenoy, would you please tell us what exactly did you
see?" Roland asked him in a quiet tone.

"Pupil Revlon and pupil Charrier were in an unbecoming pose." the man
curtly said.

"Sorry, Monsieur Fontenoy, would you please be more precise? We are all
adult men, we don't need to hide behind words, I presume."

"Revlon was buggering Charrier, this is what happened!" the teacher
dryly said.

"With the term bugger do you intend they were having anal sex?" Roland
insisted.

"What else?!" the man burst out.

"Did you ask them how that situation began?"

"Should I? What's the sense?"

"Of course there is a sense, Monsieur Fontenoy. The fact assumes a
totally different aspect if the two boys were consenting or if one of
them used violence, be it physical or emotional, on the other." Roland
patiently explained.

"This is a futile question!" the teacher said.

"It could be futile for you, my dear professor, but not for me. That is
true, as it's true, that our aim is to educate these boys; we have
before all to understand how they got to do such a thing, why, which
justifications they can give us. Only in this way can we effectively
intervene in their educationÉ"

"We have just to punish them, twenty lashes each then a period of
segregation! This is the only sensible thing to do!" the man insisted.

Another of the teachers intervened, "In my opinion our dean is right. We
shall anyway hear the boys before deciding on a punishment. A punishment
is effective only when dictated by a sense of justiceÉ"

Soon the discussion flared up. But Roland, with much patience and
gentleness, gradually lead it where he wanted. And finally he put out
the idea that Serge had suggested to him.

"Our problem is not only to educate these two boys, but also all of our
boys. I therefore think that we should, in one way or another, involve
in this problem all the boys of their age or older than them. They areÉ
nine in all, if I'm not wrong. Therefore I propose that I, with two of
you, will examine the two boys in question in the presence of the other
seven who will act, in a way, like a jury. And that, after hearing what
Revlon and Charrier have to say, this jury proposes to us how to solve
this problem. We three adults, at the end, will make the final
decisionÉ"

So it was done. Roland chose from the five teachers the two who, during
their discussion, seemed to him more reasonable. Then, without informing
these two teachers, he sent Serge to talk with Revlon and Charrier to
advise them to have trust and to be sincere. Then Serge talked also with
the other seven boys, explaining to them how the "trial" would be
carried out and what their role would be. He also invited these boys to
be sincere saying what they really thought.

So the field was prepared, Roland prepared in the hall at the ground
floor of the Abbott's Tower a wide table with three seats behind, two in
front, one at the side for Serge who would act as secretary, and seven
on the other side for the "jury".

First of all Roland started, "Boys, we are gathered here to evaluate
what you all know happened and make a decision about it, the most
possibly fair and balanced decision. But in order for it to be really
fair, its necessary that each of you speaks with total sincerity and,
besides telling how the facts happened, opens his heart to us. I pray
you all, therefore, to be totally honest and sincere, as we too will be.
Now we will hear first Charrier, then Revlon, separately. Then, after a
short discussion amongst us, we will hear them again, together. Is all
clear up to now?"

Serge was writing all that was said. Everybody assented. Then Revlon was
sent outside.

"Charrier, would you tell us how the situation went?" Roland asked with
a smile.

"Monsieur Laforest, IÉ" the fourteen year old boy started, twisting his
hands on his lap and looking at the floor, "I was in the bedroom andÉ
and felt an urgeÉ so thenÉ I started to beat itÉ" he said and blushed.

One of the teachers asked, "Were you alone?"

"Yes, sir, I was aloneÉ So, then, I wasÉ beating itÉ when GilbertÉ
Revlon I meanÉ came inÉ and asked me if I was enjoying itÉ I told him I
did and he said he too liked doing itÉ beating it. And he asked me if I
was game doing it togetherÉ I mean he to me and I to himÉ and I told him
I was game and he sat on my bed near me and opened his trousersÉ and we
beat each otherÉ He then asked me if I knew there was another way toÉ
toÉ that it was possible to do something else and I asked him whatÉ so
he asked me if I wanted to give it a try and I told him yesÉ he so
kneeled before me andÉ and instead of with his handÉ he did it withÉ
with his mouth. He then asked me if I wanted to do the same to himÉ"

"Did he force you to do it?" the other professor asked.

"No, he just asked me if I wanted. I told him yes, and did it to himÉ
then, after a while he asked me if I liked it and I said yesÉ he then
told me there was even another wayÉ that possibly I would like even more
and I asked him howÉ and he told me that it wasÉ that he wanted to put
his thing alsoÉ alsoÉ also in my backsideÉ"

"He wanted? You mean you had to do as he pleased?"

"No, not reallyÉ he told me that he liked it and that possibly I would
like it too and asked me if I wanted to try. So I told him I wanted to
try andÉ and he told me to take off my trousers andÉ and to stand up
near the bed and lean my hands on the bedÉ and then he came to my backÉ
and he put his spit there andÉ and he pushed it insideÉ andÉ and he
moved back and forthÉ until Monsieur Fontenoy came and he told usÉ he
told us we are two perverted pigsÉ that we deserved to be flogged for
that filthy thing we were doing and ordered us to dress and shut us in
two different roomsÉ"

"Did RevlonÉ force you in a way or another?"

"No, sir, he didn't."

"AndÉ did he hurt you?" the other teacher asked.

"No, he didn't hurt me."

"And tell me, sincerelyÉ did you like it?" Roland then asked.

The boy blushed to the tip of his ears, then with almost imperceptible
voice said, "YesÉ much more than doing those things aloneÉ Gilbert told
me I would like itÉ I'm sorryÉ"

"Why are you sorry, Charrier?" Roland asked.

"Because IÉ I don't want to be a perverted pigÉ" the boy said, starting
to cry, "I didn't think I was doing a filthy thingÉ Gilbert is my
friend, and I am not a bad boyÉ and he is not a bad boyÉ" now the boy's
body was shaken with sobs.

"CalmÉ calm down, boy." Roland gently said to him.

"If you have to flog us, Monsieur, flog me, please, because it's me who
told him yesÉ and if I was not beating it, possibly he wouldn't even
think to do itÉ But don't flog Gilbert, pleaseÉ"

They sent out Charrier and called back Revlon. They asked him too to
tell how the situation happened. Revlon seemed more self-confident.

"Before they sent me here I was in an orphanage in OrlŽansÉ I stayed
there for four years. And there we boys were screwing almost every day,
amongst us boysÉ and the overseers saw it and just smiledÉ and they
chose the older amongst us and screwed themÉ Well not all of them, just
a couple or three, I think, but the other overseers knew it and never
said a word. But we boys, when we screwed amongst us boys, we liked it,
because we were all friendsÉ but when one of the overseers chose one of
us, we were justÉ it was just for their amusement, they didn't give a
shit for us. And Charrier is my friend, this is why I asked himÉ
Screwing is just screwing, one can say, but screwing when forced or
screwing for friendship are two totally different things I swear. I am
fond of Charrier, I didn't do it only for my pleasureÉ I mean, of course
I like doing it, but I wanted him to enjoy it too. I really don't think
I am a filthy pigÉ Those overseers were really filthy pigs. And if now
you want to skin me aliveÉ anyway it's you who have the upper hand,
don't you? Who are we? Just orphans, boys that nobody wants, that
scrounge for a living, that it would have been better if we were dead,
right?" he said all in a breath, his face reddened from the passion of
his speech, and suddenly became silent and lowered his eyes.

Roland then said, "You said that Charrier is your friendÉ"

"Of course he is. He and I we have nobody else, we have only each
other."

"ThereforeÉ you are fond of him?" Roland asked him with gentleness.

"Of Charrier? No, I'm not fond of him, but much more. I would like him
to be my brother, even though possibly two brothers don't screw with
each other, I don't know. But IÉ heÉ I wanted just make him feel how
much I like being with him, that's it! Yes, sure, the pleasureÉ but the
pleasure is rather bigger when you know you have a real friend than just
having a screw. He was seeking pleasure aloneÉ I told him that in pairs
and for friendship is way better, as it is really way better! He at once
said me yes and this also was a pleasure, because he didn't refuse me,
did he?"

One of the teachers asked, "As a punishment, would you rather get twenty
cane strokes, or that we send Charrier away?"

The boy widened his eyes, "A hundred cane strokes, two hundred rather!"
he said with force.

"AndÉ will you do it again with him?" the other teacher asked.

"If this causes him to be punished, no. But if no one saw usÉ I would do
it again, with him, sure! Why shouldn't I?"

"And why would you do it again?" Roland asked.

"BecauseÉ. Because it is good! He who says it is filthy, that one is
filthyÉ No, I had better not to say that, sorryÉ But at this point I
have said it. Because it is not enough to tell somebody he is important
to youÉ Words, we say so many wordsÉ but if you tell him withÉ with the
facts, then it becomes clear, doesn't it?"

"Do you mean that you are in love with Charrier?" one of the teachers
asked.

The boy raised his eyes suddenly and looked at him astounded, "I don't
know. But if being in love makes you do such things, then yes, I am in
love."

"One can do such things just to amuse himself, not for loveÉ"

"Yes, of course, like the overseers did with us, because they didn't
give a shit for us, they just cared to give pleasure to their cocksÉ to
them we were just a hole to fill, weren't we? But to me Charrier is not
just a hole to fill, no sir!"

"Do you know that what you were doing is not allowed, neither by the
state nor by the church laws?" one of the teachers asked him.

"No, I only know that everybody spits on those who do it, then they do
it too. But the law that you say, what did they do for us? The priests
and the great bosses of France didn't they bless the war that killed
both my parents? Charrier and I, we didn't kill anybody. We didn't steal
anythingÉ NoÉ what do the laws have to do with this? If the law has to
punish somebody, why not punish the overseers who screw us against our
will? At least, Charrier and I did it out of our will, didn't we?"

"But, tell meÉ it was you who wanted to have CharrierÉ if he wanted to
have you, what would you have told him?" one of the teachers asked.

The boy again looked at him astounded, "He is my friend, isn't he? If he
asks me, of course I will tell him yes!"

"All right, thank you Revlon. Would you please go out for some time,
now?" Roland asked.

The boy stood up and went out. Then Roland addressed the seven boys of
the jury.

"Now, one at a time, I would like you to give us your opinions about
this situation, and also if and what we should ask the two boys when we
summon them again."

"IÉ what Revlon says is true, Also in Charleroi orphanage where I wasÉ
there was some of everything. There were those who did it out of
friendship, to feel less lonely, for affectionÉ and those who, also
amongst us boys, did it just out of selfishnessÉ"

"Moreover, at a certain ageÉ one cannot for sure be like a cloistered
nun, can he? The urge is there, and how! And if we didn't, if amongst
usÉ Yes, at our orphanage in Cluzot there were the priests and they said
that we had to be chaste and pureÉ yes! Chaste and pure as they were! I
agree that one cannot do just as he pleases, no, but when he doesn't
harm anybody, not even himself, wellÉ why should it be prohibited?"

"There should be rules, I say, but a rule that cannot be obeyed is just
a foolish rule. So, it would be better if you chain us and hang us on
the wall, so at least we cannot do anything but what you decide!"

"I say that if you don't punish Revlon and Charrier, FontenoyÉ I mean
professor Fontenoy, will be really pissed off and might even report usÉ"

"But Monsieur Laforest said he wants justiceÉ would it be fair to punish
somebody only becauseÉ because it would be convenient to do so?"

"No, but you know how law is, don't you? We don't have our own lawsÉ and
anyway, would they let us have them? So then, what can we do? I think
that these two boysÉ and any of us could have been in their placeÉ butÉ
I, rather than being sent back where I was before, I would prefer that
Monsieur Laforest punishes me severely but let me stay hereÉ Yes I would
like that better, if there isn't any other possibility."

"But they teach us how to walk, to eat, to go to the loo, to dress and
to undress, to read and write and a lot of other things, but nobody ever
teaches us these kinds of things, so then we teach them to each other
amongst us boysÉ and possibly we also do wrong things, who knowsÉ"

"Don't do this, don't do thatÉ If I feel hungry they say - look, there
is this or that to eatÉ But if I'm horny, they never tell me what I can
doÉ Yes, the priest told us you can take an icy bathÉ but afterwards you
are horny like before, if not even more. And then you possibly meet
somebody on the street, possibly even a priest, who says to you the
right words, who charms you, takes you to his home and fucks you until
he satisfies his lust and possibly afterwards they treat you like a
whore!"

"Our mates' only fault is to have been caught in the actÉ if nobody saw
themÉ"

"But a thing has to be right or wrong independently if you are seen or
notÉ"

"If Monsieur Laforest called us here it is because he cares about what
we have to say, andÉ and we have to find a solution, I think. Otherwise
he would have just punished them, full stop next line, right? So we
absolutely have to think about it and to find a solution, because the
problem, to be sincere, is not just Charrier and Revlon, the problem is
us allÉ or at least I know I am."

"But now anyway we have to decide about Charrier and RevlonÉ"

"I say that we have to hear them and ask them what punishment they think
they deserve. So Monsieur Fontenoy can put his heart to rest."

"But I, if they asked me, I would say that I don't deserve any
punishment! Not for that, surely. If I broke a glass, or stole
something, then yes, but for what they didÉ"

"Very good, boys, thank you. I think that all you said will give us much
to ponder. Now we will hear Revlon and Charrier again, then we will take
a decision. Whatever it will beÉ we will try to do what is fair, I
promise." Roland said.

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In agreement with Revlon and Charrier and with the seven boys of the
jury, it was decided that as a punishment the two boys had to do cleanup
duties and more hours of studies for two weeks, renouncing all their
free time. Fontenoy grumbled that it was too mild a punishmentÉ Roland,
in great secret, made sure that Fontenoy received a very good offer of
work elsewhere, and so he had to leave the Charterhouse. With the help
of the two teachers who sided with him in the trial, and who showed to
be intelligent and understanding people, he looked for two more
teachers, ready to work in the Charterhouse notwithstanding the low
wage.

Then Roland asked Serge to organise the boys so that on one side they
faced the problem of the education on sexuality and love, and on the
other hand they started to give themselves some rules. The adults would
be at their disposal as consultantsÉ Roland decided, with the agreement
of the teachers, that even if the boys gave themselves rules they judged
to be wrong, they had to let them be, and the first time that a wrong
rule caused a problem, they would ask them to revise it to make it
better.

So gradually the idea came out to organise the boys in small communities
with a system of internal democracy, even considering their different
age and maturity. Special courses of education on sexuality and
affection were organised. There they explored the aspects of sex,
desire, and love. It was explained about attraction to the other sex, to
one's own sex and to both. And the boys were carefully prepared to be
aware that outside the Charterhouse were in force very different rules
and laws, a much different mentality, to which they had to be prepared
once they left the Charterhouse.

Each of the little houses would host no more than twenty boys, possibly
all of different ages, and would form a "family" whose older member, an
eighteen year old boy, would be the family-head, and gradually the other
older boys would be responsible for the four age groups. Every five
family-heads will elect a mayor and all the mayors will elect a
President who, in his turn, will choose his Ministers, each of which
will assist one of the adults in the management of the Charterhouse. The
president had to assist the dean, who is Roland.

Moreover in 1931 three important decisions were taken.

The first one was the institution of an internal currency and bank - the
boys would receive a salary, in part proportional to their age, in part
to the work they carried on for the community, and in part proportional
to their school results. Their savings would be converted into francs
when they reached nineteen years of age and had to leave the
Charterhouse - so they at least would begin their external life without
having to start from zero.

The second decision, voted almost unanimously by all the boys, was that
all the physical education activities carried on in the ex-church, where
there was a basketball court, a handball court, a tennis court, the pool
and also vaulting horses, the wall bars, rings, balance beams, hurdles
and so on, would be performed in total nakedness. The adult coaches had
the choice to be also naked or to wear swimming trunks.

The third decision the boys took was that before puberty the boys could
play with their genitals if in company of same age boys, but without
touching each other. After puberty they could also have sex between
them, but only if both were totally consenting, only in couples and in
private, and that only the younger one could ask for that of an older
one and not vice versa. No kind of psychological or physical pressure
was allowed.

Roland was very happy with the way the boys were making decisions and
organising themselves, and the atmosphere in the Charterhouse was
increasingly happy and even joyous, even though there reigned a
remarkable auto-discipline. The boys, when made responsible, were
reacting in a really positive way. The newcomers were welcomed and
"indoctrinated" by their companions, with wonderful results. The
"families" had a high degree of solidarity, the boys were helping each
other in their studies, and they really took care of each other.

Gradually Roland was also able to shape a teachers' corps which was
extremely open-minded and positive, generous and available, thanks to
the fact that, when they needed a new teacher, it was the old teachers
who looked for the right person amongst their friends and proposed him
to Roland. Above all, all the adults totally shared the general lines of
the system of life in the Charterhouse and participated in it with
intelligent enthusiasm.

Another useful initiative, both for the boys and for the Charterhouse
economy, was the idea to start a set of "productions" of items to sell
outside. The first one to be started was the herbalist's shop, which
harkened back to the ancient community of the monks; so the boys, under
the guide of an expert botanist, learned how to recognise, gather and
treat the herbs, making with them liqueurs, herbal teas, creams,
infusions and so on.

Then they opened also a ceramics studio, then one for leather itemsÉ so
soon they could open a shop downtown and the business started to work.
Up at the Charterhouse, also, they opened an internal shop for the boys,
a bazaar where were sold many items that the boys could buy only using
the internal currency, the "ecu", divided in centimes.

1937 came. The Charterhouse now hosted eighty-three boys who lived in
six houses, and the teachers and instructors were seventeen in total.
Meanwhile Roland's three boys were growing up. Serge, always totally in
love with Roland, a love fully returned, was now twenty-nine years old;
he graduated and came back to the Charterhouse as a teacher. Michel and
Jean-Marie, who were twenty-three years old, met two girls downtown and
married them on the same day. They were now living in the valley, some
ten kilometres away from the Charterhouse, in two adjoining apartments.
Michel and his wife were managing the shop selling the products of the
Charterhouse. Jean-Marie, instead, became a very good technician and had
his own workshop.

The period when Serge had to quit the Charterhouse to get his university
diploma had been difficult for both the lovers, who anyway did their
best to take advantage of all the opportunities to spend at least some
time together. But they both understood how important it was for Serge
to get a good formal education, to work to the best advantage of the
Charterhouse boys, therefore they both accepted the years of separation,
as they knew that what can't be cured must be endured.

But black clouds were thickening for the second time above Europe and
the world. Germany, under the lead of Hitler, rearmed and was laying
more and more territorial claims. Hearts were troubled and Roland,
remembering the previous war, was every day reading the newspapers with
increasing worry, foreseeing the worst.

Unhappily Roland did foresee rightly - the war burst out. Against any
hope, German troops rapidly invaded France and also the Charterhouse
underwent the consequences. In fact German headquarters decided to place
a transmitting antenna at the back of the Charterhouse for its
communications, and the operational centre was put in the Charterhouse
complex.

On one side there was a kind of respect towards the orphanage, but the
Germans, besides building behind the pilgrims' hall and the boys' shop
two long two-story prefabricated sheds, one containing their kitchens
and the soldiers' mess, the other the listening and transmission rooms,
they also bricked up all the colonnades on the church square to make
dorms for the soldiers. The major of the German army, moreover
requisitioned the octagonal Saint Bruno chapel, transforming it into his
own residence.

The boys decided that the physical education in the church had to be
performed wearing shorts and T-shirt. Roland and the major had a long
meeting to fix the limits both for the boys and for the soldiers. The
major was of aristocratic origins, a man of deep culture, who
appreciated the work carried on at the Charterhouse and who showed to be
rather well disposed towards the institution. Practically the Germans
were confined along the south-east strip, next to the cliff, and used as
access to their area the gate between the pilgrims' hall, where were the
classrooms and the teachers' lodgings, and the bazaar.

They decided that the little lake near the chapel would be used on
alternate days by the boys and by the soldiers. The major asked also the
use of the sports equipment in the former church, and it was decided
that the soldiers would use them on Saturdays and Sundays. In exchange,
the major decided he would provide for half of the needed food for the
boys.

Moreover the major gathered all his men and informed them that anyone
who in any way harassed the boys or the Charterhouse personnel would be
severely punished.

Because of the German occupation, a representative of the Hebrew
community contacted Roland in secret, asking him if he would host some
of their children who had lost their families, mopped up by the Germans.
Roland summoned all the teachers and the family-heads of the boys - they
decided to accept them, writing on the admission registry fake names, to
avoid that they could be singled out as Hebrews. So they received
twenty-one of them.

One day the major went to knock at the door of the Abbot's Tower. Serge
went to open it.

"Is monsieur the dean in?" the major asked in his almost perfect French
although with a strong German accent.

"Yes, he is upstairs in his office."

"Would you please announce me?"

"CertainlyÉ follow me."

Serge knocked at Roland's office door to make him understand he was not
alone.

"Come in!"

"Major von Schwerin." Serge announced.

"Show him in, Serge." Roland said to make Serge understand he had to
stay inside with them. "Offer a seat to the major, Serge." He then
added.

"Good morning, dean Laforest."

"Good morning to you. May I help you with something?"

"Well, I noticed that in recent days the number of your boys increased
remarkablyÉ"

"Of course, major, it's the result of the war - each war has as a
consequence an increase in the number of orphans, as you knowÉ"

"Yes it is true, unhappily it is as you sayÉ I also noticed, anyway,
that some of the new boys you received have racial features, how to say,
not really AryanÉ"

"We never check the racial features of our orphans, major. To us they
all are equal, be they handsome or ugly, clever of dumbÉ We just try to
do our best to help them to grow upÉ"

"Yes, I had means to appreciate your work for the boysÉ really
praiseworthy. But as you surely knowÉ there are laws we are asked to
abide by. Laws that your Government passed, even though on our request."

"Yes?"

"Laws that require you to inform the competent authorities about all
persons of Hebraic race."

"Yes, I was informed about this law. None of our boys has a name and
more than that a family name denouncing a Hebrew origin, from what I
know. Except perhaps a few DavidsÉ But also amongst you Germans, from
what I know, you have a few DavidsÉ Am I wrong?"

"I seeÉ I am certain that if I asked you to show me all your registries,
your documentsÉ what you just said would be confirmed, dean LaforestÉ"

"Surely soÉ but if you want me to prove itÉ"

"No, no, I believe youÉ And by the way, in these times of warÉ a poor
orphan abandoned or wandering in the streetsÉ very seldom has on him
documents, isn't it so?"

"Exactly so, major. At times they are not even able to give their
address, assuming the house they were living in is still standing."

"Yes, yes, as I thought. Simply, as I was telling you, the racial
features of some of those boys could give the impressionÉ I wouldn't
like that some of my subordinates, out of an excess of zeal, could
possibly be grossly mistaken and soÉ Therefore I strongly advise you toÉ
to keep those boys out of the sight of my men, you do understand don't
you?"

"Of course, major. I feel grateful for your valuable suggestion."

"Very well, very well. Would you please honour me, you and your son, by
being my guests for supper, this evening?"

"With real pleasure, major. Thank you. We have been lucky having you as
the commander here at the CharterhouseÉ"

"A soldier has to do his duty, has to obey his orders. An officer has to
act with intelligence and correctness. A man has to be faithful to his
moral valuesÉ This I was taught and this is what I conform to, monsieur
deanÉ as I know that you too are doing with real devotion." The officer
said, standing up with a light smile on his lips and, saying goodbye to
Roland, went out.

Serge saw him to the ground floor, to the door.

Here the major turned back briefly and said, "Your step-father is a very
clever man, you are lucky to have found a father like him."

"You are perfectly right, major. I totally agree." Serge answered.

The major did a military salute and at a fast pace went to the gate from
where he could go up to his residence.

Serge went immediately back to the first floor.

"Do you trust him, Roland?"

"I think we can trust him. Do you have some doubts?"

"NoÉ but you knowÉ Germans are anyway our enemiesÉ they killed my
fatherÉ it is not so easy to forget that."

"In a war, who can be said to be without sin? At least the major,
besides trying to be a good soldier and a good officer, is also trying
to be a good man and this, mainly in war time, is something greatly
positive."

"You, Roland, you always forgive everybodyÉ"

"Don't forget the prayer you were taught when a child - forgive us as
much as we are able to forgive others. The words are not exactly these,
but the deep meaning is. Who is not able to forgive others, my dear
Serge, doesn't deserve forgiveness from God. And each of us, however
much he tries to act in the best of ways, always has many things for
which he needs forgiveness."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9

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