Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2013 11:25:46 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tom Browning's Schooldays Chapter 52

			 Tom Browning's Schooldays

				    By

				   Joel

			     Chapter Fifty Two


There was no doubt we were all as entranced as Freddy as the drawing was
revealed and displayed for all to see.  My mother peered at it and Uncle
Dodd was laughing.

     "Philip," my mother said, "You have surpassed yourself.  That is as
fine a likeness as one could ever expect."

     Philip smiled.  "I can only draw what I see and I remembered how proud
Master Neville looked after being anointed."  I noted he did not say
'blooded'.  "If I may say so he has good features which made my task much
easier."

     Freddy stepped forward.  "Please, may I call you Philip?  That is the
finest gift I have ever had.  My father would be so delighted to see it I
am sure."  I think we all noted he never included his mother.  He held out
a hand which Philip took and the two smiling boys shook hands.

     Branscombe was not to be left out.  "That is a wonderful gift, Master
Goodhew, I could only wish I was so accomplished."

     Philip was not abashed.  "You will be a naval captain I have heard.
That would be a noble accomplishment I am sure."

     We all laughed at this, none more than Branscombe.  "Not a captain but
first a humble midshipman to learn the ropes.  I would hope to rise in
those ranks to follow my father's and grandfather's examples but that will
take time and much effort I am sure."

     "Which you, no doubt, will succeed in," Uncle Dodd added.

     We set to then to demolish the array of good pastries and tasty
sandwiches and Philip and young Freddy were soon deep in conversation with
Philip pointing out the plate with the boy and his copy of it.  I surmised
plans were also made for other excursions as I could see a blossoming
friendship there though the pair were from most different social classes.
Freddy accepted Philip as the boy he was and Philip was not in any way in
awe of higher status.

     I and Robin talked to Branscombe and we also made plans.  I said that
we should visit old Miss Barnes as we needed to thank her for the
instruments.  Branscombe did not seem too happy at visiting an old lady but
I said there was something special for him to see in her house.  I would
not be drawn and Robin did not help by sniggering.  Robin said that on the
way there we should visit the forge as arrangements would have to be made
for our mounts to be shod before returning to Ashbourne.  I knew he really
meant that Isaac and Jacob would be meeting Cedric Branscombe and goodness
knows what comments would be made!

     After all the good things were consumed I took Freddy back upstairs as
I had promised to show him how to play the flute.  Robin said he would take
Cedric on a tour of the Hall and the walled garden as we had been told the
walls were being heightened and two new greenhouses were being constructed.
No wonder all the men in the village were in employment!

     Freddy said as we went upstairs that he couldn't imagine a nicer boy
than Philip and he wondered why he couldn't be at Ashbourne with Robin as
well.  It was difficult to explain that Robin's situation was rather
different in that he was a member of my family whereas Philip was a
stonemason's son, even though they had the same mother.  In my opinion,
Steven Goodhew and his talented sons were as worthy of consideration as any
of the gentry.  There would have to be more discussion of all this with Mr
Ridley I was sure!

     I showed Freddy how carefully he should handle the pieces of my old
flute before putting them together and then demonstrated with my new flute
how he should purse his lips and place them on the mouthpiece.  Of course,
he found it difficult at first to make the right shape of his lips against
the hole and then, as usual, he blew much harder than needed.  However,
after about five or ten minutes of determined effort he managed to produce
a good steady note.  I made him practice the blowing several times with his
fingers over all the keys then as he lifted his furthest finger he made his
second note.  We practised that until he was sure of his breathing and then
another note was added.  The look on his face at that accomplishment as he
then went 'doh, re, mi, re, doh' was so pleasing.  I said he should rest
awhile and I would play a tune which he could copy.

     Mr Venables had started my learning with the favourite tune 'Twinkle,
twinkle, little star' so I played the first bars of that to Freddy.  He
watched as I began with all fingers covering then I hopped a fifth, 'C C G
G A A G', he smiled as my fingers went up and down for the rest of the
phrase 'F F E E D D C'.

     "I know that tune," he said, "May I try it?"  I showed him again which
fingers to change and he copied me exactly without blowing.  I said he
should try the notes themselves and like magic he played the whole phrase
and only squeaked on two of the notes.  He played it through again and this
time it was perfect.

     He drew in a deep breath and his eyes were shining with pleasure.  "I
would not need my own fortepiano if I am able to play this."

     I laughed and then confessed I intended to ask Mrs Dimbleby at School
if she would allow him to play.  His face fell.  "That would be an
imposition on her," he said quietly, "My mother would not allow it."

     "But if your mother did not know?" I countered, "There is no reason to
tell her.  You won't be writing to say I have shown you how to play the
flute and I am sure Mr Pretyman will allow me to hear your efforts. I
suppose you did not tell your mother about having that cheroot?"

     He did smile then.  "I would have been banished to my bedroom for a
whole week I am sure if she had known," he said and screwed his eyes up.

     "Then you must exercise a little discretion on what you write in your
next letter home."  I held up a finger.  "You must write home after we have
been to visit your grandfather and before we leave for London."

     He nodded.  "I will take care over what I write.  I must tell her
about the drawing but I cannot say Philip will be a friend.  He has said he
will show me the village."

     I smiled at him.  "You must visit his home and see his father at work.
Robin and I have watched him many times as he makes beautiful stonework."
I had plans that he would also visit the forge and also receive greetings
of some sort from the pair there.

     He was eager to try the flute again.  I found the book of simple tunes
I had learned from first and he read back the notes of the stave and then
tried the first scale in C major.  He reached G quite expertly but I then
had to demonstrate the last three notes.  He learned fast and was soon
making the scale both up and down.  I stopped him there as I knew his lips
would tire and he would then be discomforted that his new-found expertise
was gone.

     He was most curious about the constructions going on.  In fact, I had
not seen what was being done in the next room myself, so I lit a candle and
found a copy of the closet in my room and floorboards removed for pipes to
run under.  There was much dust in the hole between the joists and two dead
mice which must have been hidden there many years as they were now almost
skeletons.  Freddy squatted down and reached under a still remaining
floorboard.  He had spied a piece of paper which must have been slipped
into a crack between the floorboards also many years ago.  It was a drawing
but was not of the quality of those of Philip.  It was also most indecent!
It was a drawing of a cock and balls with a patch of hair above and the
clear inscription below - 'Edward as he showed himself drawn by me William
this day July 20 1747'.  Freddy was laughing as he held it near the candle.

     "That is most like Branscombe though it does not show a silver ring!"
he said giggling as he handed me the sheet.

     I dare not laugh but put on as pious a face as I could.  "That was
some naughty boy all those years ago.  Look! It is almost a hundred years
old.  I warrant Edward and William are both long dead and gone."

     Freddy's giggles stopped.  "Poor boys.  Who were they?"

     "That I do not know and we can hardly ask my Uncle Dodd, though he
knows the history of this house.  He would wish to know our interest and it
would be difficult to say why without displaying this to him."

     Freddy nodded.  "That is so.  We must find a way of enquiring without
arousing any suspicions."

     I rolled the sheet carefully.  "I will keep this carefully and we can
ask Robin and Branscombe."  Also, I thought, I might venture to show it to
Lancelot and ask!

     "You would show it to Branscombe?" Freddy asked.  "You will not say
what I said, please?"

     "What you said is safe with me but I agree it is like a boy we have
both seen."  I grinned at him.  "Even though this boy has no silver ring."

     We went back to the next room and I place the roll carefully in the
drawer in the writing table.  It was none too soon as Benjy rapped on the
door.  When he entered he said he had orders to see we were dressed for
dinner this evening as my cousin Erasmus would be present with my uncle and
aunt as well.  He said he would bring a clean shirt for Freddy from his
room.

     After he left us I had to explain to Freddy that my cousin was another
clergyman and he would also be attending the wedding in London and taking
part in the ceremony.  He made a face at that but quickly dropped his eyes.
"I am rather tired of clergymen," he said, "Though your uncle is most
agreeable."

     I detected there was more to be said but did not question him.  His
father was in Holy Orders and he was not tired of him as he mentioned him
favourably most frequently.  I would raise this later when he was ready to
talk.  I said Erasmus was very clever and was studying the history of the
Earth.  I told him about the fossils we had been shown in coal and he said
he hoped he might be chosen to join Mr Ridley's class when he was older.
He said it was another of his father's interests though his mother did not
approve. I said I had found a book on Geology in Mr Pretyman's Library and
he might ask Mr Pretyman if he might peruse it.

     He smiled at this.  "Mr Pretyman is very careful who is allowed to
look at his books since he said some oaf had spread plum preserve over a
copy of 'Robinson Crusoe' which he valued highly."

     I laughed.  I had heard that story both from Mr Pretyman and also the
culprit.  "That oaf," I said quietly, "is Major Torquil Browning, my
brother, who is marrying Branscombe's sister next week."

     Poor Freddy.  He did look woebegone then.  I just laughed again.  "Mr
Pretyman said all was forgiven as my brother had at least read one book in
his time at Ashbourne."  I smiled at Freddy who had now seen the humorous
side of the occasion.  "My brother was no scholar but he has risen high as
a soldier.  He has still to see a battle, he says, but he would acquit
himself well there I am sure."

     "And am I to meet him?" Freddy enquired quietly.

     "Yes, and my other brother, too," I said with a grin.  Freddy would no
doubt be teased by Terence as I had been at his age.

     Benjy returned not only with a clean shirt but a shiny pair of shoes
which also had been mine when younger.  He held them up.  "Mrs Browning
says if these are a size for you they would be better as the ones you are
wearing are sadly worn."

     Poor Freddy looked most downcast at this.  I knew my mother usually
instructed Marie to give my unwanted clothing to Aunt Matty to distribute
to needy boys in the village.  These shoes and the shirt must have been
overlooked.

     "I should ask my grandfather for new shoes and clothes," he said
quietly.  "I have grown this year and my mother has not seen me since last
summer."

     I took the shoes from Benjy.  "Once you are dressed try these on."  I
said no more as I surmised my mother or Aunt Fanny would be shopping for
more boy's clothing once we arrived in London.

     He did look smart when he donned the clean shirt and Benjy tied his
cravat for him.  Also the shoes fitted him perfectly.  He was happy then.

     I had to hurry to make myself a match for him and as we stood looking
in the pier glass Robin and Branscombe returned looking a little hot and
flustered.

     "We were in the garden when we saw smoke and flames from Parminter's
cottage," Robin said.  "The chimney was on fire so we ran to warn them but
it was out when we arrived."

     "The man there had doused the kitchen fire and the flames did not take
hold of the roof," added Branscombe.

     The lodge at the end of the drive had been thatched but a storm some
five years ago had shown it to have been badly made so my father had
ordered the roof to be tiled.  A chimney fire and a thatched roof was
always a combination to be worried about.

     "My father will be glad of his decision not to have the thatch
replaced," I said.  I then had to explain to Branscombe and Freddy what had
happened and that Stead, one of the thatchers, was not pleased there was
one less cottage under his care.  I knew my father had suggested he also
learned about tiling but he said he was too old and set in his ways to
learn a new trade.

     Both then had to prepare themselves as dinner was to be at half past
six as Erasmus would insist he returned to his house in the next parish
before it got too late.  All this made me forget that the paper Freddy had
found was still to be shown and discussed!

     Dinner was most substantial though it was Sunday.  I noted that
Erasmus was not as scrawny as in the past.  I also noted Lancelot's smile
as he urged Rass to have another helping of the roast lamb as he said it
was most succulent. There was much discussion again about the forthcoming
wedding and I detected that Lancelot was as bored as we younger ones for he
winked at me when his mother said she was still not decided which hat she
might wear.  At least Erasmus and Branscombe were in deep conversation as
they discussed which flies were better for fast or slow-moving streams.  I
had forgotten the rods in his and Maitland's room.  Freddy was showing
signs of tiredness and Benjy whispered to my mother and Freddy was led off
to bed.  At last we moved to the Library which was more pleasant than the
Drawing-room which suffered from draughts no matter which shutters or
curtains were over the windows.

     Our glasses were carried in by the younger footmen, Benjy, Eamonn and
the twins, while Mr Clements and Jackson preceded us carrying the
decanters.  As we sat they stood ready to pour another glassful of port for
the gentlemen with a small amount for boys and none for the ladies!

     At last my mother and Aunt Matty had exhausted their discussion of the
wedding and moved to village gossip which as they whispered was impossible
to hear.  Branscombe and my cousin Erasmus were again engaged in tales of
fishing.  My father and Uncle Dodd, as usual, were making mock of the
latest political declarations while Lancelot was asking Robin and me about
our progress at Ashbourne.

     He said my father had shown him a letter he had received from Mr
Ridley which, he said with a smile, was full of praise for both of us.  I
knew that Lancelot had not attended a school but had been tutored at home
by his father and an old curate who had died some years ago.  The curate
had also been an untrained physician and had encouraged Lancelot to study
for the profession when he went up to Cambridge.

     I merely said that we did our work together and seemed to progress
without making too many errors.  I said we both enjoyed Mr Ridley's extra
classes and learned much of interest there.  However Robin was most forward
and said I had made a very good impression with my discourse on time but I
also had a good reputation as a curer of all ills, especially bruises from
playing football.  He remarked that he had overheard Mr Dimbleby's son, the
doctor, say I was showing good judgement.  He grinned at me as he said this
for he had not disclosed this to me before.  "Your hat might not fit if I
told you every time one of our fellows remarked he might need to consult
you."

     I then had to give an account of the treatments I had given.  Lancelot
laughed as I said I would need a generous supply of arnica especially as
this was my most needed remedy.  "If only it were mine," he said, "There
are too many complaints I cannot cure."  He said this with a rueful shake
of his head.

     He was amused then when I said of Maitland's cracked tooth and agreed
my suggestion it should be drawn was right.  He was most amused when I said
the tooth had been removed by a farrier.  "Mr Barker, as you know, is the
best tooth-drawer we have here.  A quick wrench is needed most times and
someone who has experience of removing nails from horse's hooves has that
strength and skill."  Poor Robin looked a mite askance at this.  I knew his
general abhorrence of anything medical.

     Lancelot saw his look and changed the subject asking him what he
enjoyed most about being a pupil.  He smiled then.  "It is a whole new
venture for me.  I was most apprehensive how I would be accepted.  My
fag-masters have made me welcome.  My classmates without exception have
never questioned my station and all of the Masters have given me every
opportunity I need."  His gaze on Lancelot was then most solemn.  "But the
greatest thing I value is Tom's support of me in this great change in my
fortune."

     Lancelot smiled and leaned towards him and said most sincerely.  "Tom
is more than a friend to you, I know.  He values you more than he dare
admit."  He looked at me.  "I have no wish to embarrass you, but it is
true?"

     I could do no more than nod.  My cousin had judged correctly that
great love I had for my Robin.

     Fishing and flies must have been exhausted as topics of conversation
as Erasmus and Branscombe joined us with Erasmus signalling that our
glasses needed replenishing.  I was rather surprised as Erasmus had been
most abstemious in the past. However, even we three youngsters were
included, though with lesser amounts. When it was filled Lancelot raised
his glass to Erasmus.  "We have discussed before what it says in the good
book, 'Look not upon the wine when it is red' but I find it most
agreeable."

     "Brother, all in moderation," Erasmus replied, "And I am exploring
what is moderate."  When Erasmus smiled his whole face became animated.  He
took a rather large sip of his port.  He breathed deeply and then said
quietly "I have also something to divulge and wonder if I should wait until
after the wedding."

     This startled his brother.  "Not another wedding?" he asked.

     Erasmus smiled.  "No, Lotto, it's not that, though neither of us has
made that plunge."

     Branscombe looked at me and raised his eyebrows.  I gave a slight
shrug.

     "What is it then, Rass?" Lancelot enquired.

     With both brothers using their boyhood names for each other it must be
something important.

     "I have had a letter from the Master of St Mark's," Erasmus began,
then almost shouted, which startled everyone else, "I have been offered a
Fellowship!"

     His father looked over with a knowing smile on his face.  "A
Fellowship?" he asked and I think we all surmised he knew more.

     "Father, it would be in Hebrew and Old Testament Exegesis.  What more
could I ask for?"

     His mother looked over at him so fondly and smiled.  Lancelot was more
demonstrative leaping up and hugging his still-seated brother.  "It's what
you have wanted all these years," he said.  He laughed.  "Has old Quigley
drunk himself into a more than ancient grave?"

     There was a quiet reprimanding 'Lancelot!' from his father.

     Erasmus was smiling.  "Dr Quigley has been persuaded he should spend
his remaining years assisting the Chaplain in his duties."

     Lancelot chuckled.  "Two old reprobates together."

     His father wagged a finger at him, but there was no word of reprimand
as he was quite clearly suppressing a laugh.

     "A toast to my most accomplished nephew!" my father announced and
again the signal was for glasses to be filled.  My mother and Aunt Matty
were supplied with the sweet white wine which they favoured.

     We all stood and raised our glasses and I was glad I had the support
of the chair I had been sitting on against my legs.  "To Erasmus!" was the
general toast and I felt even more light-headed as I downed the stimulating
potion.

     My father had an announcement himself.  He looked pointedly at Robin
and me when he said there was to be the usual Easter Saturday Hunt over the
Squire's land and Cobblers Farm even towards Castle Bytham. We knew that
was the Templars' land but he then said there would be up to forty
gentlemen riding with at least a dozen couples of hounds and that certain
riders might observe but he was not going to be responsible for any damaged
limbs or broken heads.

     This was a clear order that neither Robin nor I would be allowed to
participate as active riders.  It was disappointing but if we started early
and the huntsmen indicated before that foxes had been sighted in that
direction we could get to the Templar farm and explore.  I wondered about
Branscombe and Freddy?  Branscombe was not a seasoned rider and Freddy
would have to go at a slow pace.  Would we be permitted to leave our guests
to their own devices?  We would have to wait and see.

     That night in bed Robin and I discussed that possible excursion but
both of us were too fuddled to spend time on events in the future.  Even
being in each other arms did not mean we could go further and almost
sighing we succumbed to the arms of Morpheus!  It was only in the morning
that I remembered the rude drawing but did not say anything as Benjy was
his usual bustling self.  He did say my father had already breakfasted and
gone to the village and stables and was in a very good temper.

     We four boys breakfasted together and Mr Clements said my father was
arranging that morning for Freddy, and us others if we wished, to visit
Colonel Neville at Moss Hall on Wednesday.  All being well we would travel
by the two-wheeled fly belonging to Mr Barker the blacksmith with just
Rowley driving.  He said that the coaches at the stables were being
prepared for the big journey next week.

     It was obvious that Freddy wanted us to travel with him and being
inquisitive I wanted to be reminded what Moss Hall looked like.  I
remembered that it stood at the end of just a small hamlet mainly of estate
cottages and was surrounded by many trees and small streams.  This would
please Branscombe as the Colonel was also a keen fisherman.  Unfortunately,
by suffering from gout, the Colonel would not be venturing out even for
that favourite pastime.

     It was then decided we would take the two boys around the village.
Benjy whispered to me that one of the kitchen boys had been sent to Miss
Barnes' house to say we would be there later in the morning.  He did wink
as he said this as it would mean some refreshment would be forthcoming.
The forge would be our first call and that would be amusing I was sure.

     We were ready to set off just after nine o'clock.  Robin and I were
carrying our instrument cases as we went to the Hall stable where Bobby had
readied Blaze and Silver with the two ponies for Branscombe and Freddy.
Robin and I had made a pact we would not subject either of the others to
any japes!  We said nothing either as we dismounted at the forge leaving
our cases securely tied to our saddles.

     Someone must have alerted the brothers that we would be visiting.
Although it was still chilly outside the forge itself was stiflingly hot
with white hot coals on the fire.  Two sweating figures were busy beating
red hot bars with Jacob also pumping the bellows. We divested ourselves of
our cloaks and hats and watched intently.  Those two most muscular lads had
no clothing other than loose underclouts which were drawn up tight with a
leather apron above.  For the moment they ignored our entry.  Robin and I
exchanged glances as Branscombe and Freddy stared transfixed as the heavy
bars were then picked up with huge pincers and doused in the trough of
water.  The place was then clouded in steam and before anyone moved Freddy
and Branscombe were lifted bodily with squawks and screeches from both of
them.  The brothers had scooted behind them without them noticing.

     "Sacrifices to the great god Baal!" came a shout from Isaac.

     "Into the flames!" intoned Jacob in a most deep voice.

     The steam was clearing and the absolute looks of horror and dismay on
the two boys' faces were most evident.

     "No, No!"  I called out, "Let them be!  These are not the naughty
kitchen boys we promised you!"  I had improvised that readily.  Perhaps I
should contemplate a life on the stage!

     After that startling introduction both Freddy and Branscombe seemed a
little apprehensive and I knew that Branscombe, especially, would probably
accuse us of being accomplices in the drama.  After they were set down it
was Robin who calmed any fears by saying both of us had been subjected to
numerous tricks and ploys by the pair including the same as they had just
endured; there was no harm meant.  Even Branscombe relaxed after that and
Jacob said they would find their clothing undirtied as both he and his
brother had clean hands.

     Branscombe was laughing then.  He turned to me.  "So this is my
introduction to your village, eh?  What other delights have you for us?"
He looked at Isaac, then Jacob.  "My, I only wish I had your muscles then I
might be able to control these unruly cattle!"  He pointed to Robin and me.
Cattle!  I wondered if the ponies...?  Perhaps not, yet!  Isaac and Jacob
then stood side by side with arms raised to show their fine arm muscles.
While they were doing this I introduced both to Branscombe who grinned at
them, shaking his head.  Another example of one social class accepting
another with no difficulty.

     Freddy wanted to pump the bellows. He had recovered quickly from his
experience and stepped over to stand in front of Jacob.  "I am not allowed
to be near the forge in our village.  My mother says it is not suitable but
I have crept in when she is making a visit elsewhere and Bowen has let me
pump but not to get dirty.  May I pump here?"

     "Young sir, of course you may," Jacob said with a courtly bow.  As
Branscombe and I were behind him we grinned as Jacob's muscular back and
almost bare backside were clear in view.  However, the beam was rather high
so a lump of wood was placed for Freddy to stand on and soon the fire was
glowing very hot again.

     We were then shown some fine ironwork which my father had ordered for
dividing off plots in the walled garden and I was reminded to ask when we
should bring in our steeds for new shoes.  Wednesday would be suitable as
we would be away all day calling on Colonel Neville though they seemed to
know that arrangement already.

     After more chat and a promise to visit again, at which Branscombe
sneered at Robin and me, we took up our cloaks and bade them good
day. Robin kept looking back at the forge as if something was puzzling him.
Branscombe was both mollified and amused but I knew we had to be wary.
Freddy was so pleased with doing something else usually forbidden to him
any scare he might have had was forgotten.

     As we rode to Miss Barnes' house we passed the area set aside for the
new Almshouses.  Foundations had been fully prepared and several courses of
bricks had been laid with three of the estate bricklayers and two hod
carriers working busily.  I greeted them and they raised their caps
politely in reply.  We stopped for a moment or two and Branscombe was most
complimentary on the good standard of bricklaying.  He said his father had
explained to him the different styles and methods and he recognised the
Flemish bond they were using.  There was an affirmative nod from Marston
who was in charge of the work.  I noted that one of the hod boys was Jesse
Flagge's younger brother who was reputed to be able to piss out of two
holes in his cock.

     We went to the side entrance of the Grange and tied up our mounts.
Miss Barnes had a stable man but he was not in attendance.  Cissy Brumby
opened the door to us and bobbed and curtsied most proficiently and said
she would inform Mr Saunders of our arrival.  He arrived puffing and
panting and bowed us in through the hallway where we left our outer
clothing.  He said Miss Barnes was awaiting us.  As usual she was swathed
in many shawls though I noted that the fire was burning brightly and not
kept damped down as sometimes before.

     She was most welcoming and after raising her hands and smiling she
wanted to know who our most handsome companions were.  She had not
recognised Freddy, who she then said was growing fast, which pleased him.
Branscombe was surveyed with a quizzical look.

     "Branscombe, eh?  I know that name.  My late father travelled to India
by way of a naval ship once and the commander was a Captain Branscombe I am
sure.  Many years ago that would be."

     "Ma'am, both my father and grandfather were naval captains and I have
heard tales of India from my father though my grandfather died some fifteen
or so years ago so I do not remember him," Branscombe said.  "I wonder if
it was he, as his journals relate he made that journey many times?"

     "I read my father's papers constantly for their great interest as he
was meticulous in keeping records and that is why the name is familiar.  He
was employed by the East India Company as many young men were at the time
and had a great fascination with all Indian life.  I enjoy his memories
through his writings."

     I smiled to myself as some of that fascination was shown also in
collecting strange carvings which inquisitive youngsters could enjoy!

     When Miss Barnes asked Robin to summon the maids by pulling on the
bell rope I realised that contrivance must have been repaired.  Not only
was Cissy Brumby now a good parlourmaid but she had two other young girls
from the village as her assistants as they trundled in a repaired and not
squeaking trolley.  We were served tea in elegant cups.  "From China," Miss
Barnes noted as they were passed to us.  Good ham was in the sandwiches and
there were more than usual substantial small cakes as well.  Miss Barnes'
household had been transformed.

     As we sat and consumed the food Miss Barnes said that my Aunt Matty
had been most helpful as her old cook had fallen and was really too old to
work.  My aunt had suggested she moved to the Almshouses as an even older
inhabitant had died and as there was room for two a second elderly
parlourmaid was installed as her carer.  This had meant a new cook and
other staff were required so Prudence Cutts and the Brumby sisters had been
installed with even younger girls as well.  I wondered when Mr Saunders
would be dispensed with.

     Miss Barnes was in full flow.  "That good boy Isaac Barker has
repaired all my bells and my chimneys have been swept for the first time in
many years.  I do not know how things had become so uncomfortable."

     Branscombe looked at me when Isaac was described as 'good boy'.  He
curled his lip slightly.

     I had deliberately left my flute case on a ledge near where we had
tied up the horses.  Robin had brought his violin case in with him.  As we
finished eating and drinking I said Robin and I would play but I must fetch
my instrument.  I looked at Branscombe and nodded my head indicating he
should follow me.  Freddy was more interested in seeing and hearing Robin
make sure his violin was in tune.

     As we left the room I whispered to Branscombe that he should stand on
the settle under the carving which I noted was now quite clean and no
longer dusty.  I left him and hurried out to fetch my flute.  When I
returned he was giggling and making rude movements with his hips.

     "In an old lady's house?  I would not believe it.  And so big, too!
Puts Preston to shame!  And two men?"

     I held up a finger. "I am ashamed of you.  What would your fag say if
he heard such things from your lips?"  I couldn't contain myself and
giggled, too, and Branscombe slapped me on the back as I changed to a cough
on re-entering the room.

     "Another dish of tea, Tom, to ease your throat?"  Miss Barnes was most
solicitous.  After experiencing a glimpse of the carving even from floor
level I needed something else eased.

     Miss Barnes was entranced as we played some of our favourite pieces.
A Duet by Amadeus Mozart and the Gavotte by Mr Handel were just two and
even Branscombe did not looked bored when, for him, we finished with the
Sailor's Hornpipe.

     We thanked Miss Barnes again for the gifts of the two instruments and
Robin explained once more that Mr Venables had advised against taking that
violin to Ashbourne.  I said I was teaching Freddy to play the flute and
Miss Barnes said Timmy was progressing well and had played to her only last
week.

     Miss Barnes said she would be attending dinner at the Hall on Saturday
but was unable to take up the invitation to the wedding as she felt she was
now too old to travel to London or elsewhere.  "I remember though my happy
visits to London for the theatre and to Bath for the Balls and the
concerts."  She raised a finger.  "Remind me to get your cousin to
prescribe some of that water from the spa at Bath.  It has the most
disagreeable taste but is much recommended for rheumatism and suchlike."

     Riding back to Careby Hall Branscombe did remark that Saturday's
conversation would be varied with discussion of the day's Hunt, the
forthcoming wedding and also now the rheumatics!  I could see he also
wanted to add strange carvings with big pricks to that list but he did
forbear though we boys would make comments once Freddy was not present!

     We rode back by means of another lane and I pointed out the main
stables in the distance which we would also visit.  This lane meandered
round two ponds from one of which I knew Lancelot gathered his leeches.
Somewhere else for a visit would be Lancelot's room and cellar at the
Rectory.  I would not ask him to inflict the severed head on Branscombe as,
no doubt, Freddy would be in attendance.  But, if reprisals were
forthcoming over the happenings at the forge I might arrange a private
showing!

     Passing a few cottages, now with their gardens neatly dug and hoed and
newly planted, we joined the main road through the village.  I pointed out
Mr Venables' shop and the Varley Arms.  I think Branscombe was tempted to
enter there and try a tankard of ale but I said he could sup good ale at
Careby Hall for luncheon and time was getting on.

     On arriving back and leaving our mounts in Bobby Brewer's care we
doused our faces and hands under the pump much to Freddy's amusement.  It
was something he had not experienced before and delighted in shaking his
wet hair like a soaked dog as Branscombe said.  Indoors we did not have
much time to wait before we were summoned for luncheon.

     My father was already seated and as we entered and stood bowing our
heads in greeting he let out a guffaw.  This was the signal for Robin to
ask a question.

     "Grandfather, did you find the forge very hot this morning?"

     My father let out another great belly laugh.  "My boy, you have
unmasked the villain!"

     My thoughts raced and I came to the same conclusion.  "Father, the
sacrifice was to be a bullock, not boys!"

     Branscombe and Freddy were looking from one to the other of Robin and
me and then stared at my father.

     My father held out his hands towards Branscombe and Freddy.  "I trust
you did not suffer too greatly.  Sit first and let me hear what happened?"

     Branscombe was then shaking his head in wonderment.  He had also
concluded that my father was the prime mover of the jape.

     "Mr Browning, sir, I have never been so mistreated as that!"  His face
then creased in a smile and he laughed.  "I must tell my father.  He will
be most amused, though I doubt he would have been so inventive!"  He looked
down at Freddy who was still rather bemused at the conversation.  "That is
something more not to tell your mother, eh?  Mr Browning visited the forge
before us..."  He paused.

     Freddy looked up at him and also smiled.  "...Did Mr Browning ask them
to tease us?"  He looked across at my father.  "Please, sir, those big boys
were so strong and I was not afraid and they let me pump the bellows."

     My father looked at me as we took our seats. "The ponies?" he asked.
I shook my head.  That jape had not been played.  Branscombe was quick off
the mark.

     "Sir, I surmise there are other surprises for unwary visitors." he
said with the hint of a grin.

     My father had signalled to Benjy and Eamonn who were standing ready to
serve us but with ears flapping no doubt.  Plates were soon piled with cold
cuts and hot roast potatoes.

     My father paused before cutting a slice in two.  "I find living in the
country is full of surprises," he said.  "I confess it was worth that
shilling for this morning's ruse."

     "And, no doubt, father, you would have paid another shilling to
witness it," I said and nearly choked trying not to giggle and to swallow
at the same time.

     Even Branscombe laughed at that.  My choking or the statement I was
not sure.

     My father had news to impart as he put a hand in his pocket and drew
out a sheet of paper.  "It is a pity you boys will be back at school but I
have had a letter today from the Militia commander in Stamford saying we
are to have not only the men under his command but a company of Fencibles
from Peterborough to play at being soldiers against our Major Torquil's
troopers."

     I had not told Branscombe or Freddy of the camp to be held.  We heard
it was now to be in May when farm and like work would be less as crops
would be growing but not ready for harvesting.  I asked if the new Mrs
Browning would be visiting Careby with her husband.  Father just laughed
and said that was something to desire.  Branscombe said rather wistfully
that he was sorry he could not be present but he was sure his sister would
wish to visit Careby as he had found his time here so far to be most
agreeable.  My father winked at me and I was sure Branscombe saw that.

     As soon as luncheon was over Freddy was whisked away to be with my
mother.  More music I was sure.  This meant I was now free to show Robin
and Cedric the ancient treasure, as I called it, discovered by Freddy.
Both Robin and Branscombe wanted to visit the commode so whispered comments
from Benjy, who had accompanied us up the stairs, told me the tale of young
Shanks.  That was something to discuss later with Robin.  Benjy left to
carry out other duties, he said archly, so when the boys had finished we
went next door to the bedroom where I said that Freddy and I had looked at
the excavations.  I produced the rolled up paper which I had taken from my
desk.  As I unrolled it there were guffaws led by Branscombe who made a
most inappropriate comment about what hung between his roommate Maitland's
legs.

     "Who were these boys?" he asked as Robin read out the inscription.

     I shook my head.  "I do not know.  Who can I ask?"  I explained that
perhaps Lancelot might be approached.

     " I think my brother James might know but we could not ask him," Robin
said handing the paper back to me. "He has written a history of the Hall
from documents Uncle Dodd has in his study.  I have seen his pages about
the Varleys and how the last one was killed in a duel.  Of course, there
may be inscriptions in the church.  We could visit tomorrow and look.  Our
excuse could be that our visitors wanted to hear Tom play the organ."

     Branscombe was nodding.  "We know they were alive in 1747."  He
sneered at us.  "A well-made boy of sixteen or so I would say."

     I did young Freddy a disservice.  I broke my promise.  "Young Freddy
said he had seen something like this but with extra adornment," I said and
dodged away before Branscombe reacted.

     Branscombe was not fazed.  "A boy with good judgement then.  As I
said, a well- made boy..."  He stopped as he was laughing but I was not.

     "I promised not to tell you what he said," I confessed and shook my
head.  "I have broken my promise."

     Cedric just grinned.  "I would have been tempted to do the same.  Do
not worry.  I promise I will not tell him.  A most discerning boy, though!"

     "Not discerning," I said, "Just observant.  He did not comment on
size..."

     This time Branscombe did catch me by the arm and a sharp slap was
received on my backside.  "And were you party to your father's sport this
morning?"

     I shook my head.  "We have experienced the same so Isaac and Jacob are
well- practised at dealing with unruly boys if not cattle."

     Branscombe let me go with a laugh.  "They have the strength of an ox,
too.  They would outdo any prizefighter I have seen so far.  My money would
be on the elder one any time."

     Robin laughed.  "I doubt you would get either of them in a huckster's
booth.  They are good Methodists even though both do like a taste of ale."

     On going back to the other bedroom we had to tell the tale of the
renaming of Isaac in his drunkenness and then I said they would be good
replacements for our Parish Constable who was a perpetual drunkard.  Of
course, Lemuel's dalliances with Sarah Rogers were recounted.  We confessed
we had witnessed certain couplings which made even Branscombe gape.  "You
have experienced so much more than me," he said.  He grinned.  "But then
you are but country lads and even I know what happens between a stallion
and mare."

     Robin put on an idiot look.  "Tell me, sir, what else may they do
together?  I have seen them munch hay."

     He got a withering look.  "Don't cozen me, you wretch, or I will tell
your old uncle what frolics you disturb poor Maitland and me with each..."
He stopped and bit his lip.  He went over to Robin and held his arm.  "I
should not have said that, dear Robin.  Please forgive me."

     Robin smiled up at him.  "It is only what all boys do and Tom and I
are quite open about such things."

     Branscombe shook his head.  "It is something we cannot subdue but it
is a thing where guilt abounds."

     "There is no need for guilt," I said.  "I have heard of fathers
beating their sons for a thing they call a sin.  It has not stopped
them..."

     "...Except for Zeb," interjected Robin.

     "He's a zealous fool," I said.

     We had then to describe Zeb and his over-pious ways.  Branscombe's
mood lightened as I went over Isaac and Jacob Barkers' descriptions of what
had been seen and heard.

     "I do remember the first time I was made aware of such behaviour,"
Branscombe said now with a smile.  "It was the last year I was a Whelp in
Mr Pretyman's House.  I shared a bed with Maitland and a most forward boy
who went on later to Rugby School.  He came back to school for the Summer
term and showed his new accomplishment and then wept and recited that
passage about being unclean.  He repeated that each night until we held him
down and put a hand over his mouth to stop him disturbing the others in the
room.  He still wept each time and it was in the last week of that term
that both I and Maitland found we were able to match him."  He laughed.
"We certainly did not weep and our facecloths soon removed any
uncleanness."

     "Amen to that," said cheeky Robin and we all laughed together.

     It was then I lifted down the African statue which I noted was
well-polished and glistening.  It was evident he was being well-cared for.
Branscombe roared after hearing it was a gift to Timmy from Miss Barnes.  I
explained who Timmy was and said he had a black pizzle to match the boy's
even now.  Robin told of his calculations and I said if Branscombe stroked
the object the boy might smile.

     "He looks like that damned statue in your uncle's study?  He is not as
equipped as this, though," Branscombe said with a chuckle.

     "It is true of Curly as well," I said as seriously as I could.  "I
have stroked his peg many times but my action cannot be to his liking.
Perhaps your greater experience might induce him to smile."

     I stepped out of the way as he lunged at me.  "You cheeky wretch!"  He
laughed and stepped back.  "You call him Curly?  That is quite exact."  He
sneered at me then.  "If there is opportunity I shall watch and see your
action but I doubt if you need instruction."

     Robin was laughing.  "I have heard of Tom's efforts.  I warrant he is
a little too rough as his own peg has been most sore at times."

     Branscombe shook his head.  "We are being most open with each other.
It is something to keep to our own selves and not to make free at
Ashbourne.  There is much loose talk there but most is idle boast I am
sure."

     Robin nodded.  "You mean with the wenches?"

     Branscombe agreed.  "That is so.  Some is true no doubt but when
Pratt's rabble are in drink there is much such talk."

     "As they are in drink most days does that not take away the
performance as Mr Shakespear says?" I said also contemplating that Master
Robin would feel the edge of my tongue but not where he liked it best!

     Branscombe looked at me with a puzzled air.  "You have read more than
I," he said and grinned.  "I would not know the other as I know no
wenches."

     "Therefore," I said with a serious look, "We must take pleasure where
we find it."

     Two boys grinned and said together "Amen to that!"


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