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      Part 1 of Brothers_In_Christ
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****** Brothers In Christ: A Soldier's Love ******
by Sashataakheru
Summary
     The baronetcy was never meant to be his, but Sir Roy finds himself
     with the title thrust upon him just as he is about to become an
     Apprentice Mage. All he wants to be is a great wizzard, but Sir Roy
     finds himself unable to break the promise he made to his late father,
     and leaves the Birmingham Academy of Magical Sciences for good to
     enlist as a soldier in the town's yeomanry regiment, commanded by the
     rich and handsome Lord Aylesford. As Sir Roy adjusts to a new life
     that wasn't of his own choosing, he discovers Lord Aylesford has
     reasons of his own for inviting the young baronet into his service.
Notes
     Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction. Titles and estates,
     and some family names, have been borrowed from historical records,
     but the characters within this story who hold those titles are not
     intended to be based on anyone who has previously held or currently
     holds any of these titles, and should be considered entirely
     fictional creations.
     Author's Notes: Written for Harlequin Big Bang. This is a magical
     steampunkish world set in AU!Georgian England, specifically in and
     around the town of Birmingham, in 1772. It is an alternate universe,
     where magic was discovered in the 1500s. It is as historically
     accurate as is required for the world, given it is an alternate
     universe with magic. Also, in this AU, wizzards are a distinct class
     that sit between the nobility and the gentry. And before anyone asks,
     'wizzard' is not a typo. That's just how they spell it in this world.
     Many thanks to my beta Caphe, for helping me wrangle this draft into
     shape. I could not have finished this without her help. <3
     Short Cast List: Carl Wayne as Lord Aylesford; Roy Wood as Sir Roy,
     Hugh McDowell as, well, Mr Hugh McDowell; Rick Price as Sir Richard;
     Jeff Lynne as Lord Warwick; Bev Bevan as Lord Stafford; Mik Kaminski
     as Lord Capill; Charles Firth as His Majesty King Charles III; Craig
     Reucassel as Queen Charlotte; Andrew Hansen as Lord Darling; and
     Dominic Knight as Sir Dymoke, the King's Champion; + various original
     characters.
     Full Cast List with titles and such can be found here: illustrated -
     text_only.
***** Chapter 1 *****
May was nearly over. The current twelfth year class at the Birmingham Academy
of Magical Sciences were heading into their last week of school before
beginning their Apprenticeships. Classes had officially finished a week ago,
and the students had been busy since then putting the finishing touches on
their final magical creations before exams began in June.
Two of those students were not particularly concerned about their exams,
though. While everyone else was busy practicing, Roy and Hugh had other plans.
They had both gone out to the neighbouring woodland, where they would be away
from everyone else. They had spent the last summer building a small hut, and
had used it when they needed to get away from the Academy and its sometimes
stifling halls. Magic was practiced here that would not be acceptable
elsewhere, lest they get in trouble for casting magic they were not allowed to
use, at least not yet.
Hugh was a particularly gifted magic student. The only son of Mage Jeremiah
McDowell, 2nd Baronet of Cathedral Manor, with whom he did not get along
particularly well, he prided himself on his skills and ingenuity, and was
constantly seeking to push magic to its limits. Discarding most of the magical
rules they had been taught over the years, Hugh spent his time between the
library and this hut, seeking out new spells to cast. Most were his own
creation, and some, like the one he wished to cast that day, involved magic
they were strictly not meant to be using. Hugh preferred it this way. He felt
he was good enough to be Apprenticing already, and felt no guilt about using
magics that were beyond them.
Roy was not so ambitious. He was the youngest son of Sir Frederick Wood, 4th
Baronet of Castle Bromwich Hall. Roy had mixed feelings about magic. He was
indeed a talented young wizzard; he was top of his year for a reason. But he
lacked Hugh's desire to experiment and master magic; at least, he would not
cast any magic he was not permitted to cast. He did not wish to get in trouble.
He felt some of his mother's concerns about magic had seeped into his mind,
making him doubt whether he should be casting magic at all, even though magic
was the only thing he was good at.
The first thing they had built once the hut was done was the fire pit in the
middle of the room. They sat before it now, watching the perpetual fire before
them that was burning in a cast iron bowl, which itself was cradled by a
selection of rocks to keep the floor from burning. It was not a proper pit, but
it did make for a safe enough place to burn things.
Hugh took out a small packet of orange powder from his coat, made a gesture Roy
did not know, and sprinkled it into the fire before them. The dark orange flame
immediately flared up, and Hugh smiled.
"Now, all we need is those last two ingredients, and we should be done. You did
bring them, Roy, did you not?" Hugh said as he picked out two small, smooth
stones from his pocket.
"Of course, I remembered to bring them. I do not know if it was worth my career
to steal them from the kitchens, though. I do too much for you some days." Roy
reached into his coat and took them out. One was a packet of dried herbs, and
the other was a collection of cinnamon bark. He handed them to Hugh. "What are
you even trying to do?"
"Well, I know I haven't got the initiations done yet, but I just have a feeling
this will work," Hugh said evasively. He gestured over the last two ingredients
before adding them to the fire. The two stones had a series of gestures made
over them before they too were thrown into the fire. With one final spell, it
was cast, and the fire flared again and turned bright yellow. Hugh let it
settle a minute before he clapped his hands sharply and the fire was
extinguished. "Right, let's see if we've got us some lunch."
Roy peered nervously over the pot as Hugh brazenly reached in to see if there
was anything there. To Roy's amazement, Hugh brought out two spiced buns from
the bottom of the pot, and they looked quite edible, at that.
Hugh grinned broadly. "I told you it would work. Look at that. Magical bread. I
shall never need to acquire food again."
"You have not tasted it yet. It might taste like rocks," Roy countered.
Hugh offered him one. "Go on, then. Try it. I promise it will taste fine."
Roy was not convinced. It was true, the bun in his hand did look edible enough,
and it felt like bread, but magical appearances could be desperately
misleading, and he feared he might end up poisoning himself if he took a bite.
"You go first."
Hugh braved a bite, and Roy looked on, expecting him to spit it back out again.
Instead, Hugh just kept on smiling, and finished the whole bun.
"That is eminently good food. Try it, Roy. It is marvellous. I am a genius,"
Hugh said.
Tentatively, Roy picked off a small crumb and ate it. It was not accompanied by
any sensations that might suggest he was being poisoned. Indeed, it tasted
almost sweet as well as spicy. He picked off another slightly larger bit, just
to see if it was indeed good food. The taste intensified. Perhaps it was
alright to eat, after all. He took a small bite, this time, and again,
discovered nothing more than a tasty bun. He was shocked, but pleasantly so.
Then again, he had not seen Hugh get a spell wrong yet, so perhaps his cynicism
had been misplaced again.
"I cannot fathom how you have done this. I really do not understand it at all,"
Roy said.
"Think I should use it for my final exam? That'd shock those old men out of
their seats," Hugh said, mischief creeping into his eyes.
Roy looked horrified at the idea. "Oh, no, Hugh, you can't. You know you can't
use that kind of magic in the exams. It's against the rules to use magic from
elements we haven't been initiated into yet. You'll get thrown out."
Hugh sighed as he sat back. "If I didn't care so much about my Apprenticeship,
I would do it, just to show them it could be done. But you're right. I can't
use it for my exams. The Mineral and Vegetable magics would invalidate it. But
I will use it for my First Degree, unless I come up with anything better. I'll
have those initiations by then, and I know I can use it once those are done.
This kind of magic is invaluable. Perpetual food from perpetual fire. No one
need go hungry ever again."
Roy sat down beside him as he finished his bun. It still tasted just like it
was meant to taste, and he was very impressed by it. He had never dared try to
use the higher elemental magics yet. He was waiting until he was an Apprentice,
where he would be allowed to use them freely.
"How did you even know it would work? I have never even seen half the gestures
you used just now," Roy said.
Hugh gave him a confused look. "I just knew it would work? Have you never felt
that way about magic? That you just know when something is going to work?"
"I have never felt that way, no. I am not sure anyone can be so certain about
magic," Roy said.
Hugh sat back. "We clearly cast in very different ways. Intuition is my guiding
light. It has never steered me wrong. Your problem, Roy, is that you do not
trust your own abilities. You are too scared of failing, so you never discard
the rules. You will never be a great wizzard while you are so conventional."
Roy lowered his head, having heard this criticism from Hugh before. "I just do
not understand how you can be so sure of yourself while working with such an
uncertain science."
"I do not know how you can say that when you have discovered a new way to cast
magic with your music," Hugh countered.
Roy blushed, feeling embarrassed at the suggestion he had discovered something
entirely new. "I just followed the rules. I am not using anything new at all."
Hugh turned to face him. "But it is new. Have you not looked at the exams
archive in the library? No one has ever cast this way before, but somehow you
can do it. You can trace out gesture symbols and play the right notes, and you
can cast magic. This, Roy, is something brand new, and I wish I had something
just as impressive for my exams."
"What are you casting for your exams, anyway? I don't think you've told me
yet," Roy said.
Hugh shrugged, looking nonchalant. "Oh, I don't want to spoil the surprise. But
it's not as good as your flute."
Roy caught a slight hint of smugness in his voice, as if he knew he had
something even more impressive than Roy's creation, but refused to brag about
it, at least not just yet. Roy found their magical rivalry utterly frustrating.
Roy was the top of their year, with Hugh just below him, but Roy always felt
that Hugh was much more creative than he was. Hugh was the true genius; Roy
would always just be a good wizzard.
Hugh brought an arm around his shoulders and brought him close. It was strange
to think they were nearly finished with their formal education at the Academy.
But there was excitement, too. After the summer, they could begin their
Apprenticeships, and begin making proper magic of their own. They'd talked of
nothing else for years, waiting for the time when they could begin to master it
for themselves. Lying beside each other late at night, they would talk in
whispers about who they wanted as their supervisors, and what they wanted to
work on. Hugh would regale him with talk of magnificent machines, brought to
life with magic, while Roy would talk about all the colours in his head and the
magic he wanted to work out, even though he had no name for it yet. There was a
song he could not forget that kept him going, speaking of mysteries yet
undiscovered.
They shared a soft kiss then. It was all the intimacy Roy would ever allow
between them. He was not willing to give in to his desires as it would clash
with his faith. Even when his desires were so strong, and he desperately wished
to allow Hugh to lie with him, he would not allow it. He would allow himself
only the intimacy of his lips.
Roy's fingers brushed against the stubble on Hugh's face, tracing it along his
jaw line. It scratched against his own skin as he kissed him, and the scent was
always more arousing than he would ever say. Hugh held him tight, as he always
did, and Roy mirrored the embrace, knowing he would probably never be any more
intimate than this. Hugh's hand still slowly moved down Roy's chest, always
testing to see if, maybe one day, Roy might allow something more, but Roy just
squirmed and pushed away a little.
"No, I just - we should not do such a thing. It is wrong in the eyes of God,"
Roy murmured.
"I wish your body agreed with your mind, then. I know you want this. You say
you cannot, but you know what we have shared over the years. We are closer to
each other than we are to anyone else," Hugh said.
Hugh dared to move his hand between Roy's legs, stroking him gently. Roy hated
that his body responded to it, and he could feel himself begin to swell with
arousal. He did not like that he had these desires within him. His faith
constantly told him it was wrong. He was committing a sin in the eyes of God,
to allow another man to be sexually intimate with him. And yet, it felt so good
to be touched like that. Why did it have to be wrong? Why would God give him
such evil desires when they felt so good?
"Please, Hugh, we should not do this. I do not want to condemn myself because I
have given in to these unnatural desires," Roy breathed, though he did not
sound so sure of his convictions as he spoke.
"God cannot claim to make you the way you are, and then condemn you for it. If
He did not wish me to seek pleasure with men, He should not have given me these
desires. I refuse to believe in such a God. He does not deserve my worship, if
He will set a man up to fail and refuse him any chance of salvation. No, my God
loves me the way I am, and if your God cannot cope with that, then He is more
petty-minded than I ever thought possible. Sometimes, I think your Church is
entirely more masochistic than mine," Hugh replied.
Roy gasped, and not just because Hugh had begun nuzzling his neck, nipping ever
so lightly at the skin in such a way that Roy felt shivers all the way down his
spine.
"I wish you did not say such things, Hugh. I wish you would not speak such
heresy to me. I could have you condemned for it," Roy said.
Hugh smiled. "You would never do such a thing, for you would condemn yourself
if you dared. You love your precious Church too much to speak out against me."
Hugh's kiss became more intense, and Roy wished he did not have so much guilt
about what they were doing. Hugh's hand pressed hard against him, and he knew
he was growing harder. His trousers were becoming much too uncomfortable, but
he could not bring himself to allow Hugh to relieve him of his frustration. As
his hand threatened to begin undressing him, Roy pulled away, refusing to go
any further.
"You will keep your hands to yourself, Hugh. Do not tempt me, you devil," Roy
said.
Hugh merely glanced at the bulge in Roy's trousers and sneered. "I'll stop when
you cease to enjoy it, my friend."
Embarrassed, Roy turned away from him, ashamed at his visible arousal. Yes, he
had made one mistake when he was younger, and had allowed Hugh to touch him,
but he was older now, and he would be expected to be married soon enough.
Giving in to these desires had to end if he was to be a proper husband. At that
moment, though, as Hugh came up behind him and gently embraced him, all Roy
wanted to do was give in, if he could throw away his faith long enough to do
so.
"I wish you would allow yourself to love me, Roy. We have been closer to each
other than we have ever been to our own families. Life without you would be
meaningless. I wish you could find the peace I do with my faith, so that you
could be mine forever," Hugh said, his tone much more serious.
"How do you do it, Hugh? How do you reconcile your faith with your desires? God
does not like these desires in me, and yet, He surely gave them to me before I
was born. What have I done to be cursed in such a way? I must be worthless in
His eyes if He should condemn me before I was even born," Roy said. He sighed,
forlornly.
Hugh held him tighter, bringing him close. "Oh, Roy, you are not worthless. God
has given you a great talent for magic. Your church does teach that it is a
gift from God, does it not? How could He wish to condemn you if He would give
you such great power?"
Roy shook his head. "The Church does not approve of magic. I believe it can
benefit society - perpetual fire is proof enough of that, and I would love more
than to be a great wizzard, but it does make me question my faith. I am not so
sure I am correct. And yet, would my father have sent me and my brothers here
if he was so afraid of it? Would he have sent us here if he believed magic was
evil? I am just so unsure. I do not know what to believe."
"You are too unsure of everything, my friend," Hugh gently chided. "Do you
really feel there is such a conflict between magic and your faith? What makes
you doubt yourself?
Roy sighed. "My mother condemns magic, that is what makes me doubt myself, but
my father always wanted me to come here and learn magic. I am still not sure
how to reconcile the two. I fear my mother would prefer I left the Academy once
I am done with this year, and leave magic behind for good. I wish to stay here,
but I am not sure if I will get my wish. I wish I was in your position, Hugh,
where my faith does not cause me such anxieties."
Hugh pressed a soft kiss to his neck anyway. "You will find your strength one
day. Until then, I will be your strength, and I say you are worthy in the eyes
of God. He loves you, just as I do, and He will not condemn one of His glorious
creations. You are safe, Roy. You are always safe when you are with me. I hope
one day you will come to believe me when I say it."
Roy turned around to face him, and Hugh took his hands gently. Roy met his
gaze, and tried to believe his words. Hugh leant in and kissed him, and Roy
allowed himself to kiss him back, giving in to this one pleasure. It did not
help remove the bulge in his trousers, though.
"Allow me to relieve you of your frustrations, Roy, just this one time. I
promise I will not ask again," Hugh murmured against his neck.
Roy brought him close, knowing he would like it gone before he went back to the
Academy. Breathing in Hugh's sweat, he whispered his consent, and swallowed
hard as he felt Hugh's hands finally unbuttoning his trousers. Roy dared not
look down as Hugh's hand closed around his prick, stroking him firmly. He gazed
absently up at the ceiling as Hugh brought him close, and they rocked together,
Roy's arousal growing stronger the more Hugh touched him.
Soon enough, he came hard onto Hugh's hand, and leant against him, allowing all
his sinful lust to dissipate. He closed his eyes as he felt Hugh move down and
close his mouth over his prick. That evil tongue of Hugh's moved over him and
Roy decided not to think about the consequences of Hugh devouring his seed in
such a way, nor how good it felt.
His prick was limp and flaccid once Hugh moved away from him. Roy dressed
himself and began whispering prayers to the Heavens, begging for forgiveness
for engaging in such activities. He had given in again, and he hated himself
for it.
"I love it when you pray like this. You are none so beautiful when you offer
sacred words to God after I have given you pleasure. I will always cherish you
like this, even if it never happens again," Hugh murmured as he watched Roy
praying.
Roy refused to listen, and went outside. As he leant against the door of the
hut, he tried not to listen as he heard Hugh bringing himself pleasure. He
could hear his harsh breathing, and imagined what he would look like as he
knelt on the floor, trousers pulled down, as he touched himself. He tried not
to think about his prick, which he had seen only once before, and what it would
feel like to have it in his mouth the way Hugh had done for him. Before it made
him hard again, he broke away from the hut and headed back to the Academy. He
could not stand any further temptation.
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Roy went back to his room. There was no Anglican chapel in the Academy itself,
and Sir Roy did not feel like making the short trip to the church down the
road. Instead, he shut himself in his room and knelt by his bed, hands clasped
in prayer. He dared not speak aloud his sins, lest he be overheard. His
confession was only for Christ to hear.
He was prone to praying like this for hours. It had begun when he had first
kissed Hugh, back when he was barely thirteen years old, and had begun to
realise he had unnatural desires for other boys in their year. It had been a
period of experimentation, and though it had progressed to nothing more than
Roy and Hugh spending a dark, stormy evening touching each other, trying to
comfort themselves, it was enough. Roy had reacted by praying, kneeling by his
bed until he felt he had gained forgiveness for his sins. The pain in his knees
from kneeling for so long on a hard, cold floor he saw as his punishment. Hugh
knew there were bruises there; there were always bruises after Roy had been
praying like this. Hugh did not like seeing him deliberately hurting himself,
but Roy would not allow Hugh to help or take his pain away.
Roy hated that it had not even been the last time. They had engaged in such
sinful behaviour back when they were fifteen. They had been experimenting with
the pleasurable responses they could draw from each others bodies since that
first stormy night, though it was not as frequent as perhaps Hugh wanted. The
day Hugh dragged him into a darkened room in the basement between classes was
the pinnacle of their experimentation. Roy had been somewhat keen, and Hugh had
been encouraging him to go further. With the door closed, and the room in
darkness, all Roy was aware of was Hugh's body pressed against his own as they
kissed. Roy could feel Hugh's hands unbuttoning his trousers, and his breath
caught in his throat as Hugh moved down his body and took his prick into his
mouth. That was not the tipping point for him, though. He found himself unable
to go further when Hugh turned him around and moved to push his own prick
inside him. Roy was not ready for sex at all, and at the first sensation of his
prick pressing against his arse, Roy broke away from him, afraid of committing
such a horrible sin.
They had argued. Roy had dressed himself, and after making it clear he did not
wish to engage in such carnal knowledge with him, he left, hoping no one had
heard them and knew what they had been up to. He went straight back to his
room, and shut himself in. He prayed on his knees for twelve hours, fasting and
praying, hoping he would be forgiven for his sins. He was becoming much more
aware of what he was doing with Hugh, and how it was wrong in the eyes of God
to be doing such dirty things with another man. He carried guilt and shame with
him now that he had not carried before, and it had not yet left him.
As he knelt there, his knees began to ache. He was going to bruise them again,
he was sure of it, particularly since he had allowed Hugh to go further than he
had ever gone before. Hugh had not only made him spill his seed, but he had
taken him into his mouth and pleasured him. The memory was too fresh to have
been completely stripped of its arousal. At the mere thought of it, Roy felt a
surge of pleasure in his groin, and he tried desperately to be rid of it. He
closed a hand tight around the bulge in his trousers, trying to make it go
away. He squeezed until it hurt, until it was no longer pleasurable.
"Please, God. Please, God. Please, God. I am not meant to be this way. I am not
meant to like men. I will fall in love with a woman, and be happy. I will not
give in to these unnatural desires. Lend me your strength, Lord. I fear I am
not strong enough to fight this on my own," Roy murmured as audibly as he
dared.
He took hold of the small wooden cross he wore around his neck, hoping it would
give him strength, and preserve his faith. He spoke his confession to the
Heavens, begging for forgiveness. His sense of worthlessness brought him to
tears, and he had no idea how he would ever be free of these evil inclinations.
He had been born tainted with sin, and he was not convinced he would ever be
good enough to get to Heaven.
Roy whispered the Lord's Prayer over and over to himself, the Latin words
slipping off his lips effortlessly. Hugh had taught him to pray it in Latin,
and he loved how the language moved him. He had learnt enough Latin at the
Academy to appreciate it, and moving away from English helped him slip into a
more prayerful mindset. He didn't notice Hugh watching him from the doorway,
though Hugh did not disturb him. Resigned to the fact that Roy would probably
never find enough courage to love him back, Hugh left him alone, retiring to
the library.
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Roy was still praying when Hugh came to get him for supper that evening. It did
not look like Roy had moved at all. Hugh went over and sat beside him. He
wanted to reach for his hand, but decided that he might not appreciate any
intimacy at that moment. They sat there in silence a moment before Hugh spoke.
"Roy, we're expected in the hall for supper. Are you going to come with me?"
Hugh asked, keeping his voice soft.
Roy glanced over at him, but didn't reply. Hugh's intrusion had shaken him from
his prayers, and it took a moment to settle back into reality.
"I'm sorry about this afternoon. I pushed you too far, didn't I?" Hugh said.
Roy nodded. "I'm sorry. I wish I could be with you like you want me to, but I
am not certain I will ever be alright with it. It is a sin, Hugh, and I cannot
shake that belief."
Hugh brought an arm around his shoulder. "I would never ask you to leave your
faith for me. I will not ask again, I promise. It is not something you can give
me, and I cannot force it from you."
"Might we have supper up here tonight? I am not sure I can bear the dining hall
right now," Roy said.
"I'll have something brought up for us, but only if you let me heal your
knees," Hugh said.
Roy smiled a little, and agreed. "Alright, but can you help me up? I keep
forgetting how stiff I get after doing this."
"I daresay that is a sign you should stop doing it, but I am not sure you ever
will," Hugh said as he helped Roy to his feet.
Roy staggered a little, unsteady on his legs, as Hugh helped sit him down in a
chair by the window. Roy gazed out at the darkening sky as Hugh went to get
supper for them. His knees did ache quite a lot, and he could hardly bend them
properly. It would be a while before they recovered, but he still felt he
deserved the pain for what he had done.
Hugh set their supper aside while he knelt before him. Roy watched him ease his
boots off and set them aside. It did feel good to be free of them, though he
would not have said so. He had never wanted Hugh to see the damage he had done
to his knees over the years, but what did it matter now? Hugh had always known
about it. Perhaps it would be nice to be free of the pain. He did have his
final exam to prepare for, and he did not wish to be delayed.
"I am going to have to remove your trousers, my friend. I daresay it will be
less painful than trying to push the legs up. I promise I will not touch you
inappropriately. I just wish to heal your knees," Hugh said.
Roy sighed. "I thought as much. Just be gentle. My legs are aching."
"That is no one's fault but your own, Roy," Hugh chided gently as he unbuttoned
his trousers and began to shift them down.
Roy squirmed a little, and shifted in his seat as Hugh removed his trousers and
hose. He looked away, ashamed, as Hugh caught sight of the bruises. "Do not
pity me, Hugh. It is my punishment."
Hugh didn't reply. He did not think Roy would appreciate an argument at a time
like this. Instead, he took some salve from a jar he kept in his jacket, and
began gently rubbing his knees. His touch was as gentle as a soft breeze,
barely touching him at all. Roy squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the chair,
trying to forget about the pain. Even the lightest touch sent pain right down
his shins, and it stung like mad.
Hugh bandaged them to protect them from further damage and whispered a small
spell he had learnt to speed up their healing. If it worked properly, they
would be fine in a day. Once he was done, he straightened and brought Roy into
a gentle hug.
"I wish you would not hurt yourself like this. I wish your faith did not cause
you to do this," Hugh whispered, holding him close.
Roy could find no way to reply. Hugh kissed him, softly, tentatively. He held
him as Roy wept against his shoulder. Hugh wanted nothing more than to relieve
him of his pain, but while he could heal his knees, he could not heal his
heart. He could not offer him any peace, not yet. But he would persist in
trying to woo him, because he was not willing to let go of him. They had been
friends for far too long. Roy was all the family Hugh needed, but he was
beginning to suspect he may never have him, not if Roy was unable to reconcile
his faith and his love for him.
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June came along far sooner than either of them wished, and though it brought
some sunshine with it, there was no happiness yet. Summer holidays were still
two weeks away. Roy had done his best to prepare for his exams, but he had not
slept well, and now that his exam was only two days away, he was beginning to
panic.
He felt he might have been able to explain it away if his dreams had not been
quite as disturbing as they were. He had not even told Hugh about them, too
embarrassed to even admit he was having them. They had left him conflicted and
ashamed, and it had distracted him completely from putting the finishing
touches on his exam piece.
In spite of Roy's desire to forget the dreams, he nevertheless wrote them all
down in a small journal, magically charmed so it could not be read by anyone
but him. He filled the book with the details of every dream he had. It was like
a confession, meant only for God, except for how filthy and sexual the dreams
were. He felt the Devil deserved it more.
Roy could hardly believe he was even dreaming of the Earl, particularly in such
disturbing ways. He knew of him, as his family had connections with him, but
Roy would not have said they were close. And yet, Lord Aylesford plagued his
dreams, tempting him the way Hugh tempted him. The Earl would hold him close,
and in some dreams, he would slowly undress him. In others, he would ride in on
his horse, naked, bearing a spear in hand. There were several that involved the
Earl appearing to him as Christ Himself, and Roy did not understand those ones
at all. The most shameful ones of all involved the Earl making love to him,
kissing him and touching him in highly intimate places. It was these last ones
that woke Roy, his body horribly aroused.
He was still not sure what had first triggered the dreams. They had been with
him for years, as far as he could remember, though they were not always a
constant presence. Sometimes, they disappeared for months, before returning
with a vengeance at a time when he did not need the distraction. He was
thankful he did not see Lord Aylesford very often, or he felt he might not be
able to speak to him without thinking filthy thoughts about him. Perhaps he was
being tested to see if he could resist the unnatural desires inside him.
Praying did not seem to make them go away forever, either. They would always
come back, making his prick hard. It had become so intolerable, he had almost
given in and taken care of his frustration himself, but he just could not bring
himself to commit such a sin.
The one thing that might have taken his mind off the persistent dreams happened
the day before his exams. As he was practicing his final piece of magic in his
room with Hugh, a letter arrived. Roy thought nothing of it; it was probably
from his mother, and therefore could probably wait until he was done. Her
letters were never urgent, and he would sit down to read it after he had done
his exams.
It was the first time Roy had seen what Hugh was preparing. While Roy sat on
his bed, perfecting the little bird and the tune he was playing, Hugh sat
around a small bowl of perpetual fire, making a selection of small fire dragons
emerge from it and crawl all over the floor. Roy was fascinated by it. The
dragons looked real enough, and they stood there around the fire, blowing small
licks of flame from their mouths. Hugh had brought them to life beautifully,
and Roy couldn't help looking at the small bluebird perched on his leg and feel
inferior. His bird didn't look as good as those dragons did. Its body was not
as well defined, and it still looked like it was made of smoke. The dragons
moved like they were solid beings, and two of them were fighting, breathing
fire at each other as they wrestled.
Roy frowned, and stopped playing. The bird disappeared. "Oh, I just knew you
were going to do that kind of magic, ever since you heard about my little bird.
I'm never allowed to have ideas of my own, am I?"
Hugh looked at him, confused. "My magic is nothing like yours, bar the use of
magical animals. If you asked me to write another spell for you with your
music, I'd never manage it. No, your magic is much better than mine. I'm just
using simple conjuring tricks and some basic fire magic. It looks more
impressive than it actually is."
Roy suspected that was not the result of basic fire magic, but decided against
arguing the point. He knew Hugh was unlikely to be cheating; he cared too much
about getting his Apprenticeship, and even though Hugh was generally a
rebellious student, he still cared enough to do honest work, particularly when
it came to magic.
"Are you going to read that letter?" Hugh said, changing the subject.
Roy glanced over at it. "Why? It's probably just another letter from mother
informing me of what new achievements Sir Daniel has acquired. He's probably
head of the Household Cavalry by now. I'm sure he was being sent there last
time she wrote. I really don't want to deal with that right now. She thinks
that by informing me of my brother's achievements, I will see the errors of my
way and leave the Academy. But it just makes me want to stay here more, because
the more I am here, the less I have to see her, and all the war medals my
family has collected. It's getting embarrassing now. No, I am just grateful she
writes, and doesn't see fit to come down and talk to me about it. I am better
off away from her. I haven't read the last three. I threw them all in the fire.
There is only so much of that I can take, and if she will insist on writing
while I am busy with work, then she should not expect me to read her silly
letters."
"I am glad my family leave me alone. Your mother, my friend. I am thankful she
is not mine," Hugh said.
Roy looked distinctly ruffled. "She is still my mother, in spite of her
propensity to write me boring letters every week."
Hugh didn't look as apologetic as Roy would've liked, but he couldn't blame him
for that. Roy knew Hugh's relationship with his parents was worse than his
relationship with his mother.
"I would prefer boring letters to arguments, my friend. The more time I spend
here, the less I have to see those wretched parents of mine. It keeps me away
from my father's rage, which he only turns on me because he will not turn on my
mother. No, this is my sanctuary, and you are the only family I will ever
need," Hugh said. "At least you will inherit that Hall of yours in time. I
daresay I would not be getting mine at all if I was not an only child. My
mother's womb has only blessed my father with me, and that, I fear, he has
always held against me. But clearly God has some plan for me, or He would have
provided me with a brother! Then again, at least I have none to lose, unlike
you, my friend."
Roy shot him a look. "Do not speak like that! I may not have been that close to
them, but they were still my brothers. They died defending the Crown. The least
you could do is offer some respect to them."
Hugh stood and went over to him. Taking a seat beside him, he looked at Roy.
"Is that the only reason why you even care about them? You never knew them. You
were lucky to see them over the summer. Do they really mean so much to you?"
Roy sighed. "It is true, we never grew up together, but that doesn't mean I
loved them any less. But I have always felt absent from them, and from my
father, too. They have never really been part of my life, and yes, they are
sometimes nothing more than portraits on a wall. But Sir Daniel still lives. I
am not alone, not while he still lives. But I would prefer it if you did not
belittle our family's grief, Hugh. It has been hard enough as it is. I do not
need your scorn."
Hugh reached for his hand, and offered his apologies. "I'm sorry. I did not
mean to insult you or cause offence. I was speaking foolishly. Of course your
grief is real, and I should not have been so callous about it. I just find it
strange you can grieve so much for someone you did not know. But it isn't my
place to question that, and I am sorry for upsetting you."
"Thank you. I know I was not close to them, but they still matter to me. Once
there were five of us, but now only Sir Daniel and I survive. I have been
writing to him more often. I fear if I do not try to get to know him now, I
fear I may never get the chance to do so. He may end up taken from me like
everyone else, and he will be just another stranger to me," Roy said.
"I think you would have made more of an effort to get to know them when you
were younger if you knew they would all be taken from you in time, but that
cannot be fixed now. Again, I am sorry for my callousness," Hugh said.
"I must make the best of what I have, and it is not like they achieved nothing
while they were alive. They have given great service to the country, and for
that, I will always honour them. I can only hope I live up to their memories.
That is all I can do now," Roy said.
"Are you sure that letter is unimportant? It does not look like all the other
letters I remember you receiving," Hugh said, glancing at it again. It was
bothering him for reasons he did not quite understand.
"Oh, I'm sure it is nothing," Roy said as he picked it up off the table. The
handwriting on the front was his mother's, as he'd suspected. As he sat down
beside Hugh, he tried to work out if there was anything different about it. "It
looks like every other letter she has ever sent me, Hugh. What bothers you
about it?"
Hugh took it from him and examined it. "I am not sure myself, but there is just
something about this letter... It is bothering me more than I should like.
Perhaps you should open it now. Maybe this time it is important."
Roy took it back, but he hesitated. Hugh had sometimes sensed these things; Roy
did not know how he could sense it, but he had seen enough correlations to make
him question whether it was purely by chance, or if there was some sort of
other force at work. Perhaps he might listen to Hugh's feelings. He would be
agitated until he read the letter, Roy knew that well enough. He would just
keep asking until Roy gave in and read it.
The envelope opened easily enough. The letter inside was thinner than Roy
expected. Normally, his mother wrote long letters to him, covering all the news
he couldn't possibly care about, but this one was only two pages long. There
weren't many reasons why his mother would write such short letters to him, and
he had a bad feeling it was not good news. He handed it to Hugh.
"You read it. I'm not sure I can," Roy said, his voice unsteady with nerves.
Hugh saw Roy look away as Hugh opened the letter. Preparing himself for bad
news, Hugh read the letter. It did not take long. "I'm not sure you want to
read this."
"How bad is it?" Roy said, still keeping his back to him.
"Very bad, my friend. Do you want me to read it to you?" Hugh said.
"My brother has died, is that correct? Is that how bad it is?" Roy said, after
a moment.
Hugh steadied his voice. "That is what she writes, yes. She asks you to be home
as soon as possible to arrange the funeral. I assume you will go tomorrow after
your exam?"
Roy closed his eyes and nodded. "Yes, I should like to get my exam out of the
way first. Then I will go home. Oh. It will be my home then. I will be the next
baronet. There is no one else who can inherit. Oh. I had hoped it would not be
left to me. And to think Sir Daniel had written to me only last week..."
Hugh wrapped an arm around his shoulders, setting the letter aside. "I'm sorry,
my friend. I am so sorry to have given you such grievous news at such a time."
Roy leant against him, appreciating his company. "It is not your fault. You
were not responsible for this. I fear I may be forced to leave the Academy,
though. My mother has never liked me being here, and she may wish to have me
back at home now that I am the new baronet. But I hope I can stay here. Magic
is all I am good at."
Hugh hid how much the mere thought of Roy moving away frightened him. "You know
you don't have to stay here once you are an Apprentice. You could still study
here even if you stayed at home."
Roy had not heard him, though. Amidst tears, he gazed up at the Heavens. "How
could God have cursed my family so much? What have we done to have so many
taken from us? How could He have forsaken us? What have I done to deserve this?
Is it because of my sinful nature? Have I cursed them all to death for my sins?
Surely He would not punish me like this. Surely it is just the cruel hand of
fate..."
Hugh didn't know, and he decided against asking. Roy was not in the mood for a
theological discussion about God, fate, and free will. Instead, he just held
him close as Roy sat there beside him, numb with grief and pain.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     See first chapter for all notes and casting details.
The Birmingham Academy of Magical Sciences was a sprawling campus situated on
the old New Hall estate. The land and the manor house had once belonged to Lord
Blakeley, who had been one of the primary discoverers of magic over two
centuries ago. While he would be the last of his line, he made provisions for
the estate to be set up as a magic academy after his death to further knowledge
and discovery in the magical sciences. It now had several buildings full of
classrooms, a working farm for magical tuition in plant and animal magic,
several elaboratories, dormitories for the boarders, sleeping quarters for
staff, three large sacred groves, a livery and stable yard, a large artificial
lake, and a clay pit.
The exam room was in the old manor house. The Great Hall had been converted
into a suitable space for magical practice, with a high ceiling, durable stone
flooring, and more than enough space to cast even the most complicated of
examinable spells. Magical sigils and symbols had been painted all over the
floor, and there was a large circle in front of the examining board where all
exams took place. The circle ensured no outside help could be used, and it
contained the magic itself within its boundary, just to be safe.
Sir Roy had been in this building many times before. Every year since he
started his magical education, he had been called in here to prove what he
knew. The only difference was that this year, it would be the last time he
would ever have to endure it. He stepped inside reluctantly when he was called,
though he did not feel at all prepared. His heart was filled with grief, and he
was still reeling from the last of his elemental initiations a week ago, done
to prepare him for exams and for his apprenticeship. He held a tin whistle in
one hand, though he could not for the life of him remember the spell he'd
created. He knew it would come to him in time, but at that moment, as he stared
down the room at his teachers, he felt like he was about to go in there and
fail miserably. Taking a deep breath to settle his nerves, he walked forward
down to the end of the room to hand over his papers.
His teachers sat at a long table. The Archmage of the Academy, Lord Albion, was
also in attendance, and he sat in the centre. Sir Roy liked him well enough,
though he did find him a little intimidating. There were two Grand Magi sitting
at the table here, the highest degree that could be awarded. Lord Albion was
one; no one could be Archmage of an Academy without being a Grand Magus. The
man next to him, Lord Capill, was the other. Lord Capill had encouraged his
experiments into music magic. Sir Richard had taught him protective magic; he
sat beside Lord Capill. Lord Warwick and Lord Stafford sat on the other side of
Lord Albion; Sir Roy had not had many classes with either of them. Lord Warwick
had taught classes Sir Roy was not particularly interested in. He had enjoyed
Lord Stafford's lectures on elemental magic, as well as his occasional lectures
on oriental magic, where he talked about all he had discovered on his journey
to China and Japan some years ago. All five magi were highly skilled wizzards,
and Sir Roy felt a little daunted at the prospect of having to demonstrate his
magical skills in front of them.
"You have your paper ready?" Lord Albion asked as Sir Roy approached the table.
Sir Roy nodded and handed it over. It wasn't the best essay he'd ever written,
he was sure of it, but it didn't matter anymore. Last week, he'd have been more
interested in doing well. Knowing he wasn't going to become an Apprentice
anymore took the shine off it. He just wanted it over with now. Then he would
go home to his mother, and begin his life as the 7th baronet. He would probably
end up with the yeomanry, like everyone else in his family, even though it had
killed them all. But he did not wish to think about that right at that moment.
"If I may speak, my Lord, I feel I ought to inform you that last night I had
word of my brother Sir Daniel's death, and this makes me the 7th Baronet now,
though it is not news I ever wished to receive, particularly not at this time.
I do not know how any of this will affect my magic today, but I do not wish to
delay it any further. It will be done, and then I can grieve," Sir Roy said,
hoping they might understand if his magic was not up to scratch.
"My condolences, Sir Roy. I will not stop you doing your exam today at your
request, but if you wish to retake your exam again at a later date, I would be
happy to allow it. What did you have planned for us today?" Lord Albion said.
"I have prepared some wind magic, my Lord. It is a spell cast with music. The
tune and the movements of the flute create the illusion of a real bird. It is
very simple, my Lord, but I hope it works the way I hope it will," Sir Roy
said.
"Is that a new form of casting, Sir Roy? Using gestures with music? I have
never heard of such a thing," Lord Stafford said.
Sir Roy nodded. "It is, my Lord. I happened upon it by accident, and Lord
Capill suggested I keep experimenting with it to see what I could create with
it. We commonly use symbols to represent gestures when writing down spells, so
I tried to do the same with the flute. I trace out the symbol in the air
accompanied by a small tune, and it conjures the right spell. Allow me to
demonstrate holy fire for you."
Sir Roy placed the whistle to his lips and took a moment to find the connection
to Flame. He held the symbol for the spell for holy fire in his mind, and a
moment later, traced it in the air as he played a sequence of notes. A small
lick of blue anointing flame emerged from the base of the flute and hovered in
the air. It did not move when the flute was moved away, and Sir Roy caught it
in his hand. He showed it to each of the men before him, allowing them to make
sure it was real fire.
"I would never have thought to cast magic this way, Sir Roy. This is an
incredible discovery," Sir Richard said as he gazed at the flame.
"Is the tune of any significance, Sir Roy?" Lord Albion said.
"In a way, yes, it is. It is based on a system whereby each syllable of a
spell's name has a certain value, and a corresponding note or chord sequence.
The spell is sounded out by the tune and the symbols created in the air.
Together, they create the magic. I have been experimenting with this system for
several months now, and I can perform about 50 spells in this way."
Sir Roy demonstrated a few other simple spells, just to prove it was not just a
fluke. One spell brought forth a small daisy from the ground, another watered
it, a third created a small wind that made the flower move, and the last spell
burnt it all up with fire, leaving no trace of it ever having been there.
Sir Roy still managed to look bashful as he finished, even though his teachers
were all very impressed. "Some are harder to do than others, though. Wind and
Air spells seem to like the flute the most. I suspect other instruments would
be better suited to other elemental spells. Earth magic in particular seems to
be more fond of drum beats, though I have only tried out one spell this way,
because making the gesture is harder to work out. I have tried tracing it on
the surface as I tap out the beat, but it is not quite as effective as it
should be."
"I think you'd better show us this spell with the bird. I should like to see
how it works at a more advanced level," Lord Albion said.
Sir Roy bowed his head. "Yes, my Lord."
"Stand in the circle and prepare to cast. We'll set the wards up," Lord Albion
said.
Sir Roy bowed more deeply to them and moved into the large circle behind him.
He could feel the pressure change as he stepped inside it. It was permanently
marked out as sacred space for casting spells, and there were always many
protective wards and charms around it to keep the magic cast during exams
contained. Finding his position in the centre of the circle, he waited as his
teachers cast the wards around him to signal the beginning of his practical
exam. There was no going back now. He couldn't step outside of the circle until
his casting was done and the wards released.
Sir Roy took a moment to remember the spell he was about to cast. The tune soon
came to him. It was a composition he had written that bound the whole spell
together. It had its own set sequence to cast the spells, and there were also
interludes bringing the whole thing together into a fluid piece of music. It
was structured such that it could be performed as long as necessary before
moving into the ending sequence that finished the spell.
The music from the whistle came to be the only sound that could be heard in the
hall. As Sir Roy began playing, he moved and swayed as he traced the symbols in
the air. Soon, a sliver of blue smoke emerged from the base of the whistle and
began taking form. After a certain melody was played, the smoke formed into the
shape of a small bluebird. It trilled along with the whistle as it flew about.
It cast a nice shadow on the ground, giving the illusion that it was a solid
being, even though it was only made from smoke. Sir Roy sustained the illusion
for ten minutes before ending the spell, feeling like he'd proved his point.
The sound of applause greeted him as he came out of the spell trance. He
managed to smile, knowing he had impressed them. Yes, music and magic were his
skills, and he would hate to leave them behind. He stepped out of the circle
once the wards were removed, and he knew it was all over then.
"Do it again, Sir Roy. I want to see how well you can control the bird," Lord
Warwick said as Sir Roy approached the table.
"Yes, my Lord," Sir Roy said, bowing slightly in his direction.
Sir Roy came and stood in front of Lord Albion and began the spell again, this
time allowing the bird to walk on the table, chirruping at the men before it.
Sir Roy directed it up and down the table, and at one point, it leapt onto Lord
Warwick's arm and began climbing up his sleeve. It also landed on Lord Albion's
hand, and it flitted about, cheeping at him.
"This is a most magnificent piece of magic, Sir Roy. I am amazed at your
achievements for one so young. I'd give you a Second Degree if you wrote up a
paper on your discoveries regarding music magic. That's the level you're at
right now. You have enormous talent, Sir Roy. You will do great things with
magic, mark my words. You will be one of the greatest wizzards of our time,"
Lord Albion said.
"Thank you, my Lord, though I do not think I am that good. My future is
somewhat uncertain, though, since my brother died. Would you give me some time
to think about what I wish to do now? It is still too soon to know what is
going to happen," Sir Roy said.
"Take as long as you need, Sir Roy. There will always be an apprenticeship
waiting here for you, whenever you wish to take it. Go with my blessings, Sir
Roy, and our condolences. Send word when the funeral is to be held. I daresay
there are many here who would like to be there for you," Lord Albion said.
Sir Roy bowed to them out of gratitude. "Thank you, my Lord. I will return home
this afternoon, and I will send word as soon as I know."
"Good luck, Sir Roy. I hope to see you back here soon," Lord Stafford said.
Sir Roy bowed to them all one last time before he turned and left, knowing he
would never live up to their expectations. He knew, in his heart, that his
future was not at the Academy, and not because he didn't want to be there. His
future was not in his hands anymore.
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Sir Roy went straight to his room once his exam was over. He was pleased it was
over, but he had no more distractions now. He would have to go home and face
his mother, and deal with what his future now held for him. He wanted to be the
great wizzard Lord Albion hoped he'd be, but he wasn't sure he'd get his way.
He knew his mother would want him to leave the Academy and come back home
again. She would want her only remaining son close to her. She had never liked
him learning magic, and Sir Roy feared she would use Sir Daniel's death as a
reason to stop Sir Roy pursuing his dreams at the Academy. Sir Roy was not sure
he could be so callous as to disobey her at such a time. She would remind him
of the promise he had made to his late father, and, bullied by guilt, Sir Roy
would do as she asked. He needed more strength than he had at that moment.
His packing was half-hearted. He had spent most of his life in this room, and
it held so many memories. He did not wish to leave it if he didn't have to.
This place felt more like home than the Hall his family owned. He had shared
this room with Hugh since they had first arrived here. He could not contemplate
leaving it.
As he packed some clothes for the funeral, he found the letter lying on the
table beside the window. Sir Roy tore up the letter and threw it in the fire.
He didn't want to read it ever again. It had shaken him greatly, and he knew
what his future held for him. It was not the future he wanted, and he could not
stop the tears as he watched his own life burn away in the fire.
Hugh was watching him from the doorway, having seen him come up after his exam.
He approached him, unsure if Sir Roy wanted him there. "Are you alright, Roy?
Why has his death upset you so much? You hardly knew him."
Sir Roy's voice was barely audible when he replied. "I'm the last brother. I'm
the only one left. The baronetcy is mine now. I - I never thought it would be
mine. I am not ready for this. I will be going home for a few days while we
have the funeral. I am not sure when I will be back."
"I will be here, whenever you need me. Let me know when the funeral is. I
should like to be there with you," Hugh said.
Sir Roy nodded. "I will send word to the Academy when I know the date. I think
I will need you there, Hugh. I am not sure I can get through this alone."
"Do you want me to come with you back to the Hall?" Hugh asked.
Sir Roy turned to face him. "I know I have had you stay over before, but I need
my space this time. I have too many things to deal with. I am sorry."
Hugh backed off. "It is no bother, my friend. You send word when you want me
there, and I will come. I do not wish to crowd you if you need space."
Sir Roy offered a grateful smile. "Thank you, Hugh."
They embraced warmly, and Hugh dared offer a soft kiss. Sir Roy appreciated his
affection at such a time, and he would remember that fondly when the grief
threatened to overwhelm him.
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Sir Roy arrived back home at Castle Bromwich Hall a little after five that
evening. It was not a long ride from the Academy to the Hall, but Sir Roy had
delayed as long as he possibly could, not wishing to leave what he felt was his
real home sooner than necessary. Black mourning banners were being flown from
the gate, and it shifted Sir Roy's mood substantially, just like it always did,
as he rode up to the porch.
He had not bothered taking a carriage. He had just wanted to ride his favourite
horse, Castella. Riding always calmed his mind when nothing else did, and he
felt he really needed it at that moment. He had not brought much with him
because of this, and because he kept his mourning wear at the Hall. He would
have enough until he returned to the Academy. Castella was left with their
groom, who met him at the porch, and with a heavy heart, Sir Roy entered the
Hall.
Sir Roy was shown through to the drawing room, where his mother, the Dowager
Lady Elysia, was waiting for him. A slight, frail older woman, she was dressed
in black. In one hand, she held a small prayer book, and in the other, a
handkerchief. Sir Roy couldn't decipher the expression on her face as he
approached her.
"Mother, I am sorry for not coming sooner, but I had my exam this morning, and
I did not wish to delay them longer than necessary," Sir Roy said by way of an
apology.
She offered a sharp expression in return; her mind was not as frail as her body
suggested. "You always have more important things to do than be here with me,
but I am glad you are here now. They are bringing his body back from London,
and will be here tomorrow. The funeral will be held a day after that."
"Yes, my Lady. Is there anything I can do to help?" Sir Roy said.
"That you are here is enough, for now. Will you be staying long this time? I
should like to take you to some balls over the summer. It is high time you
found yourself a wife, now that you are all I have left," Lady Elysia said.
"My Lady, I have only just finished my final exam this morning, and I still
have my Apprenticeship to organise. I have not had enough time to think about
any of that yet," Sir Roy said.
"You love that Academy more than you love me," Lady Elysia snapped. "I trust
you will be bringing that rake of a boy with you to the funeral? I wish you
would not associate with him."
Sir Roy did not appreciate his mother talking about Hugh that way. "He will be
coming, yes. I have invited him personally. He has been my family since I was a
child, more of a brother to me than any of my real brothers have ever been. I
was sent away to live at the Academy when I was six years old, and I have known
that boy since then. We have lived together, and I would rather save his life
than yours. You have been no mother to me."
Sir Roy regretted speaking as soon as he saw his mother's face. She scowled and
slapped him, and Sir Roy felt it was the least he deserved for insulting her.
He knelt down, lowering his head to her.
"I am sorry, my Lady, I did not mean to - "
Lady Elysia interrupted him. "He has taught you bad manners. If you had any
love for me at all, you would be living here with me. You are all I have left
now. Who else will look after the estate if you will not?"
Sir Roy backed off, not wanting to argue at such a time. He would not shout,
but he would try to make his point as best he could without upsetting his
mother. "My Lady, I assure you, I have not made any decisions at all since this
morning's exam. I was going to leave it all until after the funeral. I am happy
to stay for the summer, though, if you would like me here. I know I have more
responsibilities now that the estate is mine, but that does not mean I am going
to give up my Apprenticeship as well. The Academy has been more of a home than
this place has ever been, my Lady. I will not give it up lightly."
"Need I remind you of the promise you made to Sir Frederick before he died? You
promised you would enlist in the yeomanry when you had your Apprenticeship.
Would you break your word to your own father?" Lady Elysia said.
"My Lady, I am the new baronet, and if I wish to continue at the Academy, then
that is what I shall do. Surely you should not wish me to become a soldier and
die like everyone else in our family! I would rather wait until I had an heir
before I dared join them, to ensure the title can be passed on, as there is no
one else to inherit, am I correct?" Sir Roy said, being as brave as he dared.
"I will stay for the summer, and maybe I shall join the Town Watch, if that
will satisfy you. But the final decision shall be mine alone. Magic is my
skill, not soldiering."
Lady Elysia turned her back on him and went to leave the room. "We shall talk
about this later, Sir Roy. Supper shall be at eight. I shall see you there."
Sir Roy bowed his head a little as she left. "Yes, my Lady."
Sir Roy had never felt like such an unwanted stranger in his own house before,
and after a moment, he left the drawing room to make his way to the church on
the north side of their estate.
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St Mary and St Margaret's Church was a small church, built in a similar style
to the Hall itself. Sir Roy knew it had been built by one of his relatives,
though how far back, he could not recall. As the family's private chapel, Sir
Roy had been given a key to get in several years ago, should he ever wish to
access it whenever he wished, and he had used it most often when he was at home
over the summer.
Unlocking the side door, he went inside. It did not look any different to the
last time he'd seen a year ago, but that did not necessarily mean much. The
church had always felt timeless to Sir Roy. He decided against kneeling in
prayer for once, remembering Hugh's words to him when he had seen his bruised
knees. Instead, he took a seat on one of the pews, and tried to find comfort in
his faith.
For the first time in his life, he was not sure of his faith. Doubts had begun
to creep in. Surely if God loved him so much, He would not have taken so many
from him. Four of his brothers and his father had died. It felt unutterably
cruel to think God allowed it to happen, and to leave Sir Roy with the burden
of the title and estate. He had not been prepared for it. He was not ready to
inherit. But he was the only one left. His brothers had all died without male
issue, leaving Sir Roy with no other choice but to take the title for himself.
Sir Roy sat there for over an hour, questioning everything he'd previously
believed. He needed to find some sort of explanation as to why so much grief
had befallen their family, but he found no answer that satisfied him. He had
always been taught that God always had a plan, and that He knew what was best
for him, but overwhelmed with grief, Sir Roy could not fathom what plan God
could have that meant most of his family had to die. What kind of God would
allow that to happen? It was incomprehensible for him to think that the God he
had been brought up to believe in fervently was that cruel. Sir Roy was not
sure he wished to worship a cruel God who did not offer him any mercy or
salvation, and in that moment, it was hard to believe his God had any plan for
him other than to destroy him and his family, for reasons Sir Roy could not
understand. The very foundations of his faith had been shaken, and it disturbed
him greatly.
By the time he went back to the Hall for supper, he was still sure he believed
in a God, but he was not sure exactly what kind of God he really believed in,
nor whether he still felt comfortable praying to Christ for comfort. God had
not seen fit to give him much comfort during his life so far, so why would He
change His mind now? Sir Roy felt he had been abandoned by a God he had given
himself to completely. His devotion did not seem to be enough, and he wondered
what kind of sacrifice would be needed in order to receive God's grace once
more.
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The day of the funeral was grey and miserable. Sir Roy had spent the past two
days in a melancholic mood. He had prayed often, but none of it had brought him
any relief. The chapel, which had once brought him warm comfort, now felt cold
and empty, as if God had left it for good because of Sir Roy's doubts. It was
only when Hugh arrived for the funeral that Sir Roy finally felt like things
might get better, but even then, he was unsure about everything.
Sir Roy had spoken with his mother again, and she had made it clear she wished
him to leave the Academy and join the yeomanry, like all his brothers before
him. Sir Roy refused, knowing he would probably end up dead if he dared. It
took all his negotiating skills and courage to agree to a compromise. He would
begin his Apprenticeship in August, but it would have to be at the Academy in
Leicester, so he was away from Hugh and his bad influence.
Sir Roy had also agreed that he would join the Town Watch. The Watch were a
civilian section of the yeomanry, who were concerned mostly with patrolling the
streets and arresting troublemakers. The yeomanry proper comprised of cavalry
and infantrymen, and was a voluntary force mostly used to keep the peace and
quell riots. They could also be sent overseas to war, but only with their
consent. The Watch, as they were not technically yeomen, were excluded from
this, and Sir Roy felt that was as close as he was willing to get to
soldiering.
The final part of their agreement was that Sir Roy would move back to the Hall,
so that he could properly manage the estate and gardens. He would hate moving
away from the Academy, but his mother had argued too well. It would be
necessary to be at the Hall if he was to manage it properly, and as he had not
lived there for most of his life, he should probably get to know it a lot
better than he currently did, given it was now his.
Sir Roy did not look forward to telling Hugh that he would be moving away from
the Academy. He would miss him greatly, and not having his own private space
with him would be very hard to deal with, but there was nothing more to be
done. He was the 7th Baronet, and the estate and title were his responsibility
now. He really did have to be home again, if he wanted to take care of them
properly. It was part of his duty, and Sir Roy felt too much guilt to disagree.
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The church was depressingly empty. One by one, his family had been taken from
him by soldiering, and one by one, the family that came to the funerals grew
smaller and smaller. Sir Roy had reluctantly accepted the title, and stood
beside his mother and Lord Aylesford as the coffin was taken away for burial.
He wished he had Hugh beside him, but his mother had refused to allow him
there. Sir Roy glanced back, where he saw Hugh standing down towards the back
of the church with the other guests who had come from the Academy. As he looked
back to the front, he took a moment to gaze at the figure of Christ above the
altar. He crossed himself, praying for peace with his conscience. He
desperately wanted to know he was doing the right thing.
At the gravesite across from the church, Sir Roy held his mother's hand as they
watched his brother being lowered into the ground. The family priest read a
solemn prayer, committing his body to the ground. All Sir Roy felt was the
enormity of the responsibility now weighing down on his young shoulders, and
what he had given up in this moment of grief.
There was a guard of honour. His brother's comrades stood guard while the Earl
of Aylesford, the Lord Lieutenant who commanded them, watched over them. Sir
Roy walked away, unable to watch them. He was not ready to deal with the Earl
just at that moment. Everything still felt too raw. Those sinful, lingering
dreams were still at the back of his mind, and he did not wish to be reminded
of his unnatural desires, particularly not at a funeral, and not when the Earl
himself was looking so ravishingly handsome on the back of his horse, his sword
drawn as he commanded his men to guard the coffin.
Sir Richard and Lord Stafford were there on behalf of the Academy, along with
several of Sir Roy's classmates. Sir Roy was not particularly close to any of
them, but he did appreciate the fact that they were there. Hugh was also with
them, even though all Sir Roy wanted was to have him by his side. But Lady
Elysia had made it clear she would no longer tolerate his friendship with Hugh,
and that, more than Sir Daniel's death, brought him to tears as he stood by the
grave.
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Sir Roy took the carriage to the Academy a few days later to collect his
things. He knew he would not be returning; his mother's insistence that he not
continue his magical education there still weighed heavily on his mind, and he
would be sad to leave the place he had called home for most of his life.
Leaving the carriage and the two servants he had brought to help him pack, he
went first to see Lord Albion and inform him of his decision. He found the
Archmage in his office, and waited to be brought in to see him. He was glad he
did not have to wait too long, or he may have lost his courage and left. Lord
Albion greeted him warmly as Sir Roy was ushered in.
"I am sorry I was not able to attend the funeral, Sir Roy. I would have liked
to be there for you. It must be such a difficult time for you right now," Lord
Albion said.
Sir Roy nodded. "Yes, it is, my Lord. Lady Elysia has not taken well to it, and
I am afraid it has only strained our relationship."
"I am sorry to hear that, though I am not surprised that it has done so, given
the grief and loss you both have suffered. Have you come to a decision about
your Apprenticeship, then? I am assuming that is what you have come to discuss
with me."
Sir Roy sighed. "Yes, that is why I am here, my Lord. I am sorry to inform you
that I will not be continuing my Apprenticeship with you. While she did
eventually allow me to continue studying magic, she wishes for me to attend the
Academy at Leicester, which is her way of forbidding me from taking up my
Apprenticeship, because how can I do that and still be at home to take care of
the estate? It breaks my heart that I cannot keep doing what I love, but I have
my duty as baronet to uphold now, and it is down to me to find a wife and
acquire an heir for the estate. There is no one else left who can do that now."
Lord Albion looked genuinely sorry to hear his decision. "I will miss you, Sir
Roy. You have been such a great student, and the Academy will not be as bright
without your creativity. But I understand what you must be going through right
now. Go with my blessings, Sir Roy, and maybe one day, you will return to us.
All I ask is that you leave your paper on music magic in the Library so that
others may continue discovering its secrets."
"If that is the magical legacy I am to leave behind, then so be it. I will be
happy enough with that. I will be sad to leave here, though. The Academy has
been a great family, and I will miss everyone here. But I cannot neglect my
duty, and so I must go. I thank you for everything you have taught me, my Lord.
I will never forget what I have learnt here," Sir Roy said. "If you will excuse
me, my Lord, I will go collect my things."
After saying goodbye to Lord Albion, and collecting the servants and the cases
he had brought, he went to his room to collect his things. The room was empty;
Sir Roy was grateful for that. He was not sure he would have been able to leave
if Hugh had been there. Without wishing to delay any more, he began packing his
things. He had twelve years of possessions to pack into his cases, and he was
not looking forward to the task at all, but he had his duty to live up to now,
and that duty did not involve learning magic.
It took two hours to get everything packed up properly. Just as Sir Roy had
sent the last case down to the carriage, Hugh returned with some books from the
library, and Sir Roy did not like the look on his face as he saw what was going
on.
"Please tell me you are not leaving, Roy," Hugh said as he approached him.
"I have no choice, Hugh. I must return home, and Lady Elysia will not let me
continue to study here. I am the seventh baronet now. I have obligations and a
duty to my family I must now fulfil. I cannot spend my life playing around with
magic," Sir Roy said, sounding braver than he felt.
Hugh reached for him, grabbing his arm as Sir Roy tried to get away from him.
"No, you're not quitting. Not now. You bloody well are gonna Apprentice with
me. That's what we planned for so long, Roy. How can you turn your back on that
now?"
Sir Roy could see the hurt on his friend's face as he took in what Sir Roy had
told him. Hugh was as close as Sir Roy had to a best friend in all the world.
They had planned to become Apprentices together and go on to be great wizzards.
But all that had changed.
"I cannot, Hugh. I just can't. I must make good on the promise I made to my
late father and join the yeomanry, and I must leave the Academy. I am not doing
this out of any kind of joy, but because I must. I have obligations now that
you will never understand," Sir Roy said, trying to change his mind.
Hugh shoved him away. He took his Apprenticeship forms from his desk and threw
them into the fire. "That's how much you bloody care about me. This - this will
never be forgiven, not by me. You can't leave me to become a soldier. Why would
you want to do that? Everyone you bloody love died because of that job. You
bloody lost your brothers because of that. Why would you chase that?"
Sir Roy turned away from him, trying to think of any excuse that might work. "I
did not choose it. If I had been free to choose, I would stay here, but I
promised my father I would do this, and my mother does not want me dabbling in
the devil's magic anymore. She holds too much sway over me. I am sorry, Hugh,
but I have to do this. It pains me to do this. I am afraid and hurt and
grieving, but it must be so. I wish it didn't have to be this way."
"You're a bloody traitor, Roy. Bloody Royalist scum. I believed in you. You
could be a Grand Magus if you bloody wanted to. You could be better than any
wizzard that ever lived, and you're throwing it all away to be a soldier. I
thought you had more spine than that. Heretic. God will punish you for your
wickedness," Hugh spat.
Sir Roy was taken aback. "Hugh, no, I am no heretic. You know I am no heretic.
I know we have had our religious differences, but I thought we were at peace
with each other. Why do you condemn me so readily?"
Hugh gave him a look of disgust. "I should have expected this from you. Your
Church has oppressed us for centuries. Our churches have been desecrated and
looted, burnt down and destroyed. The law of this country itself stamps on our
faith. We are denounced as dissenters and traitors. Our prayers are not said in
Parliament. Our rites are not allowed in public spaces. Our missals are burnt.
Our priests are killed. You are so blind to this, Roy, because you think it
cannot happen in such a time of peace, but it still happens. We are the true
Church, Roy. Your King will never be legitimate until he is Catholic. This
country will be punished for turning away from the true Church, and that makes
you a heretic, Roy."
Roy did not know how to reply. Hugh had never spoken like this to him before,
and his words were hurtful and confusing. "No, Hugh, but I do not even believe
that. We share the same faith. We should not be so divided."
"Your God is one of cruelty and oppression, and I should not ever like to be
associated with Him. The Bible preaches of love, and yet, we are scorned and
killed. Your God would make you with what you call unnatural desires, and then
punish you for giving in to them." Hugh shook his head. "I will not believe in
a God that hates the way He made me, and will punish me for it, and I hate the
fact that you do. Until you come back to the one true Church, you will always
be a heretic in my eyes."
Sir Roy did not have a chance to reply as Hugh scowled at him one last time and
stormed out, leaving him alone in the room. A hand closed around the locket
hanging from his neck. Hugh had bought a matching set two years ago, and Sir
Roy cherished it as a sign of their close relationship. But that relationship
had just been destroyed. He yanked the locket free, but as he was going to
throw it in the fire, he hesitated, and slipped it into a pocket instead.
Turning back to the table, he saw his own Apprenticeship forms waiting for him.
He'd even filled them in, but they were useless now. His life was no longer his
own. Throwing them in the fire with Hugh's, he watched his dreams burn away to
ash.
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Lord Aylesford arrived a week after the funeral. Sir Roy had been dreading this
visit all week. It had happened every time one of his family had died in
combat, and every visit involved a dreaded hopelessness and an inability to
break free of the future that had been decided for him. That feeling was with
him then, and it felt insurmountable and inescapable.
Sir Roy had many conflicting thoughts about the Earl, and not just because of
the lustful dreams he had been having about the Earl for the past several
months. Lord Aylesford was, by all accounts, a pious, kind, and generous man, a
gifted soldier and leader, loyal to the King in every way. At thirty three
years of age, the Earl had considerable lands and wealth, had made a good
marriage, and had three young children, including two sons. He was Lord
Lieutenant of the county, as well as a Knight Commander of the Garter, and was
said to be one of the King's most trusted men. He was also a wizzard, but their
faith did not completely rule out use of magic, either, even though Sir Roy's
mother was not at all happy her son had gone to the Magic Academy at all. Sir
Roy found he could not hate Lord Aylesford merely for practicing magic, because
he knew it was all he wanted to do as well. At least, it had been all he wanted
to do before his last surviving brother died.
It was the fact that, as Lord Lieutenant of the county of Warwickshire, Lord
Aylesford was commander of the soldiers that protected the town of Birmingham,
and Sir Roy blamed him for the deaths of his brothers and father, even though
he had not commanded them all. Still, Sir Roy was not sure he would readily
forgive him for it, even though he knew that it would not help at all. His
brothers and fathers were all good soldiers, well-liked and trusted, and they
had all been honoured for their service. And yet, it had been Lord Aylesford
who had taken them from him in war and riots and chaos.
Sir Roy was not naive to think that soldiering was safe; every soldier ran the
risk of death in their line of work. Sir Roy had grown up understanding that.
It didn't make each death any less passionately felt, and the grief in his
heart was almost unmeasurable. Barely eighteen years old, Sir Roy had lost
everyone who mattered most to him, and if it wasn't for his faith, he was sure
he may not have had the strength to go on living. Except, even then, his faith
was uncertain and filled with doubts, and he did not know what he was meant to
do.
But none of these things were on his mind as he contemplated the Earl's coming
visit. All he could think about was the dreams he had been having, which had
only increased since he had moved back home. His room was all his own now, and
no fire could warm it. Sir Roy missed Hugh's warmth and humour, as well as his
company, and Sir Roy felt that perhaps his loneliness was being channelled into
his dreams. That he was dreaming of Lord Aylesford was not helpful, not in such
lustful scenarios.
The most disturbing dream occurred the night before the Earl's arrival. Sir Roy
was disturbed enough that he dreamt of the Earl nailed to a cross, just as
Christ had been, but it got worse as Sir Roy saw himself pleasuring the Earl as
he removed the nails. His fingers caressed the scars on his hands, feet, and
ribs, and the Earl smiled and kissed him back as he placed the crown of thorns
on his head. Roy could feel the pain all over his head, though it did not feel
disturbing. He felt it was his just punishment for committing such a sin
against Christ himself. When he woke, he was horribly aroused, and he did not
leave his bed until he had calmed himself down enough that it would not
embarrass him.
The dream was still on his mind as he invited Lord Aylesford into their house
that afternoon. He was ushered in gracefully, and Sir Roy made sure he was
given every proper courtesy. In the drawing room, Sir Roy felt claustrophobic,
but there was no escaping the conversation now. He was just glad his mother was
not there with them. He felt that might be far too embarrassing, particularly
as he was now sitting quite close to the Earl, and found himself observing him
in ways he probably should not ever be telling anyone about, such as whether
the Earl really did have scars on his body, and where they might be. He knew
the Earl was an experienced soldier, and he could not imagine he would not have
taken some injuries over the course of his career. Lord Aylesford spoke,
thankfully, before Sir Roy could begin to contemplate what it would feel like
to touch his scars, and maybe lick them, just a little.
"I am sorry to call on you again in such terrible circumstances, Sir Roy. Sir
Daniel was a good soldier, and I shall miss him greatly," Lord Aylesford said.
"I thank you, my Lord. He was a good man. I just wish he was still alive. I
wish they were all still alive. But there is nothing I can do about that now,"
Sir Roy said.
"Did I hear correctly that you have a desire to join the Watch?" Lord Aylesford
asked.
Sir Roy looked at him. He did have such a kind face, and there was no judgement
in his words. He nodded. "I promised my father I would join the yeomanry when I
was of age. I am not sure the yeomanry is for me, though, but I will serve as a
watchman. It is not the life I would have chosen for myself, but it has been
taken out of my hands. The title is mine now, and the responsibility that comes
with it. It was never meant for me, but it is what I have been left with."
The Earl came over to him and touched his shoulder, offering a look of concern
and sympathy. "We must all do our duty, Sir Roy, even if it pains us to do so.
If that is what you want, I will accept it. Come to the barracks tomorrow at
noon. Bring your best mount. You will be sworn in with all the other new
recruits."
Sir Roy hung his head. "Yes, my Lord. I will be there."
Lord Aylesford lifted his chin up and offered him a smile. "Come now, Sir Roy.
I am not asking for your tears. Be strong of heart, like your father would wish
for you. If I cannot turn you into a decent soldier, I am hereby a failure.
Christ did his duty, and so must we."
Sir Roy met his gaze. The tenderness he felt at his touch was comforting. He
felt it improper for the Earl to even touch him this way, but Sir Roy did not
dare say so. He did his best to suppress his arousal as those lustful dreams
returned to his mind. He saw, for the first time, the Earl's soft grey-blue
eyes. He was a strong man, taller than him, but there was no aggression in his
demeanour. Roy felt like a child next to him, deprived of the fierce military
training Lord Aylesford had received since he was a young boy.
"Tomorrow at noon, Sir Roy. I shall see you at the barracks."
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Sir Roy had spent the morning grooming his favourite horse, Castella, as a
distraction to stop him thinking about what he was about to do. She was a
sturdy horse, short but sure-footed, with a dark brown coat that glistened in
the sunlight. Sir Roy had had her for years, and didn't trust any other horse.
She was the only horse he could bear riding for any length of time due to her
ambling gait. He had been taught to trot, particularly on cavalry horses, but
Sir Roy was not fond of it, and for travel, he would rather ride Castella, and
not find himself aching the next day. She was not fast, but she always got him
where he needed to go.
He was already dressed in his uniform. Lord Aylesford had left it for him the
day before during his visit, and expected him to wear it when he came to the
barracks. It felt uncomfortable to wear, as if it was a heavy burden he wanted
to shed. He knew, of course, of the weight of expectation now upon his young
shoulders. As the next Baronet, even though he was barely an adult, the estate
and title was his. And now he was about to embark on a career as a soldier and
watchman, just to make his late father happy. He could not help but feel bitter
about the life he'd been left with.
Still, Sir Roy was a good man, loyal to King and country, and he would not let
Lord Aylesford down. Feeling the weight of grief in his heart, he rode off to
the barracks, leaving the life he'd wanted to lead behind in the dust.
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The barracks were in the centre of the town, situated on Lord de Birmingham's
lands. As Lord of the Manor, the Lord de Birmingham's considerable estate
housed the main yeomanry barracks and was the centre for the Town Watch. Sir
Roy had been there many times before, attending many balls and parties in the
Lord's manor. This would be the first time he would be going to the barracks
instead.
He put on a brave face as he rode up to the barracks, trying to pretend he
wanted to be there. There was already a sizable group of new recruits gathered
in the parade grounds, and Sir Roy felt it wise to stick with them. He rode up
and demounted, taking a moment to take in his surroundings.
The barracks comprised of a large building that could house up to 200 yeomen at
a time, with adjoining stables for their horses. Another building nearby was
for the watchmen, and Sir Roy wondered if he might be looked down upon for not
wanting to sign up for the yeomanry. But he decided it was as much as he could
handle. Watchmen didn't have to go to war. He wouldn't die like his brothers
did.
Beyond the parade grounds opposite the barracks themselves were the training
grounds, set up for horse riding skills, archery, and a carbine range. They
were not skills Sir Roy currently possessed, bar knowing how to ride a horse.
He had refused to train with weapons when he was a boy, preferring to sit and
read magic books while his brothers learnt how to fight. Sir Roy was beginning
to regret not taking up that training, but in his defence, as the youngest son,
Sir Roy hardly felt like he would need to fight or take the title himself. Back
then, it had not been his problem. He concerned himself with his own desires,
knowing as the fifth son, he was probably going to have to fend for himself
eventually and make his own way in the world.
Looking around at the new recruits, he recognised a couple of fellow students
from the Academy. Hugh was not among them, but Sir Roy hadn't expected it. He
had prayed he would not see Hugh again. He didn't need the confrontation that
he knew would come if they ever met again.
There seemed to be an equal number of potential watchmen and yeomen, given the
uniforms. The watchmen did not all have horses, but Sir Roy suspected they may
not always need them. Every new yeoman, however, had a mount and weapons, and
they stood by their horses, proud and confident. Sir Roy wished very much that
he was at home. He did not fit a place like this, but he would not disgrace his
late father now by backing out.
As noon approached, a horn sounded to mark the arrival of Lord Aylesford. There
was an order to mount up, if they had mounts, and Sir Roy got back in the
saddle, getting into line with the other recruits. There was no backing out
now. He watched quietly as the Earl rode in, accompanied by a few yeomen. For a
moment, Sir Roy was captivated by Lord Aylesford, watching the way he rode with
such grace and skill. He was like a prince in his uniform, decorated and proud,
and full of commanding authority. A breath caught in Sir Roy's throat as Lord
Aylesford got closer. There was a queer feeling in his belly that he put down
to nerves. He would not allow himself to give those lustful thoughts any
further consideration, not in public, even if the Earl did look rather
handsome, riding before the men the way he was.
The Earl rode past each new recruit, carefully inspecting each one to make sure
they were looking their best. A couple were sent back, dismissed as not
suitable. Sir Roy hoped that might be his fate, but as the Earl got to him, he
looked him up and down and nodded approvingly.
"Excellently turned out, Sir Roy. I'll make a watchman out of you yet," Lord
Aylesford said with a wink as he moved on to the next recruit.
Cursing his misfortune, he did not protest. If God wished him to do this, so be
it. He would do it as best he could, and pray he might see the point of it one
day.
One by one, they were called up to swear an oath of allegiance. With haltering
voice, Sir Roy swore the oath on the Bible, knowing he would never break it.
There was a moment where Lord Aylesford caught his gaze, and offered a slight
smile. Sir Roy tried to feel comforted, but that queer feeling in his belly
returned, and he dared not think about it at all.
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The rest of the day was spent in drills and training. Sir Roy was drilled about
his duties and given the equipment he would need, including a pistol. Watchmen
were to patrol the town streets in shifts, and keep an eye out for trouble. The
watchmen were not all yeomen, though many were drawn from their ranks. They
shared the same training grounds and barracks, and were both under Lord
Aylesford's command. Sir Roy could choose to train as a yeoman if he wished,
though he had not made any decision about that for now. He felt he could be
quite happy as a watchman, once he knew what he would have to do.
He was assigned to a group of four men who would be patrolling at certain times
of the day or night on six hour shifts. The watchmen were arranged into groups
and put in a roster. Sir Roy's group, Gryffin, was scheduled for every second
night, from six til midnight. It was not ideal, and Sir Roy did not
particularly appreciate his shifts cutting into his supper time, but he would
adjust to it.
They were to patrol the streets of the town during their shift, keeping an eye
out for any trouble. They had the power to arrest any man caught breaking the
law and bring him to the barracks to await any punishment deemed necessary.
They could walk or ride on their patrols as they saw fit, and one member of his
group was a trained falconer, armed with a bird that could be used to send
messages to call the other yeomen or watchmen into action. Goshawks were used
during the day, and well-trained European eagle-owls at night, to ensure the
message got through.
The men in his group were good men. Sir Richard Whateley, 2nd Baronet of
Whateley Hall, had been in the Watch for many years now. He had started as a
cavalryman, but had seconded himself to the Watch after suffering a
particularly bad knee injury that had left him unfit to be a yeoman. He could
still carry out the duties of the Watch, though, and his service had already
earned him the position as Deputy Captain of the Watch. Sir Richard was also a
fine wizzard, and Sir Roy knew him from the Academy, though not well enough for
his liking. Sir Roy found himself naturally looking to his old teacher for
guidance on how to get used to being a watchman, and it made Sir Roy feel less
nervous, knowing he had someone with him he knew.
The other two members of his group, Mr Spier and Mr Ashmore, were two
commoners, tenant farmers tied to the Lord de Birmingham's estate. Sir Roy did
not immediately like them, but Sir Richard promised him they were loyal,
trustworthy men, and good watchmen. Mr Spier was the falconer of the group, and
his birds was said to be the best in the entire Watch. Sir Roy wasn't entirely
convinced, but he would just have to learn to trust them.
He left the barracks that evening as a fully-fledged watchman. While he did not
have duty that night, he had drills the next day, as he had not been properly
taught how to use his weapons yet. Lord Aylesford had called him over to his
estate the next day to teach him personally, though Roy didn't know why he
deserved such personal tuition. Perhaps it would save him the humiliation of
displaying his poor skills in front of the rest of the watchmen. He would
certainly appreciate that.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Sir Roy arrived at Packington Hall, Lord Aylesford's estate, at nine o'clock
the next morning, nervous but ready to devote himself to his new task of being
a watchman. He had worn his uniform, and it made him sit just a little taller
in the saddle, aware of his new position of responsibility. In some ways, it
was not necessarily a rise in the ranks, but taking on the responsibility of
enforcing the King's law was an important job nonetheless, and it made him feel
like he was doing more than just carrying a title around with him.
Sir Roy had not been to Packington Hall before, even though he had known Lord
Aylesford for some time. It was larger than he'd expected, and its grandeur
took his breath away. It made clear the difference in their ranks, and the
importance of Lord Aylesford in the county. His own estate was a modest, if
comfortable, manor house with a small parcel of land. Lord Aylesford, on the
other hand, lived on a large estate in a grand manor house that seemed akin to
a palace.
Lord Aylesford received him in the dining hall, where he was having breakfast.
Sir Roy was offered tea and scones, which he felt too nervous to turn down.
Sitting adjacent to Lord Aylesford, Sir Roy tried to steady his nerves. He was
just a baronet. What right did he have to eat at the Earl's table? He looked
way from him, not wishing to disturb him.
"Sir Roy, I'm glad you came this morning. I hope you're ready. I'm going to
work you hard. I won't let you out there until I know you can shoot straight,"
Lord Aylesford commented as he watched him.
Sir Roy glanced at him, trying to still his nerves. "I-I didn't think I had a
choice, my Lord. But I will do my best to do you proud. If I am to be a
watchman, I will do it as best I can. For His Majesty, of course."
Lord Aylesford smiled at him. "Of course. I should like to think you would also
do your best for me, as well. We are brothers in Christ, loyal to our King, and
we must all do our duty, much as we hate it. You would not wish to dishonour
the memory of your father and brothers, would you?"
"No, my Lord. That is why I am here. My father asked this of me, and I cannot
bring myself to say no, even though it is not what I wish to do. I am the
seventh baronet, and the estate is mine to look after. Perhaps there is some
strange plan for this to have happened to me, though I do not know what that
might be. I can only trust the Lord knows what He is doing," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford smiled. They finished their meal in silence at the Earl's
request. Sir Roy did not question Lord Aylesford's desire for silence while he
ate. If that was his wish, Sir Roy would comply.
Sir Roy tried not to feel awkward in the silence. He had spent an hour in the
chapel at dawn that morning, praying his lustful thoughts would leave him alone
today, so he could train with the Earl, and not embarrass himself. He felt he
was quite succeeding so far. The disturbing nature of the dreams was overruling
the erotic aspects of them, though even then, Sir Roy could not help studying
the Earl as they sat so close together. He had not been so close to him before,
not for so long, and that more than the dreams was threatening to rouse those
feelings inside him. It took all his strength to push them away.
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Afterwards, they walked across the estate to Lord Aylesford's private chapel,
dedicated to St James. It was much grander than the chapel Sir Roy's estate
had, and much larger. The square building had a large vaulted ceiling and
beautiful murals painted all over it. There were many precious and elegant
things within the chapel, and Sir Roy felt incredibly privileged to be allowed
into it. Lord Aylesford bid him kneel at the altar in prayer. They would ask
for the Lord's blessings over their training that day.
Sir Roy bowed his head. He liked the calming influence of prayer, and the words
slipped from his lips silently and effortlessly. It took his mind off the
grandeur around him, and helped settle him. His prayers did not erase the
doubts that had continued to seep into his mind since the funeral, though.
Further study of the theological books in their library at home had not
revealed anything to him, and left him with even more doubts.
The bruises on his knees from his prayers earlier that morning did not
appreciate the aggravation so soon, but Sir Roy did find it quelled his arousal
nicely as a reminder of the pain he felt he deserved for thinking such
unnatural thoughts about the man beside him. Perhaps God was punishing him for
his unnatural thoughts by taking away those he cared about most, though even
then, Sir Roy wasn't sure he wanted to believe in a God who punished someone
for the way God had made him. He could not conceive of a God who would give him
such unnatural desires, and then punish him for giving in to them. But he could
not find a satisfying way around it. His church taught that God was like that,
and to think otherwise, to Sir Roy, felt like blasphemy. He might as well join
one of the Dissenting faiths, and turn away from the one true church, though he
knew, in his heart, that he lacked the courage to do so. He would not turn his
back on the King, and by extension, the Church of England. Betraying one meant
betraying the other, that was how Sir Roy had been brought up. Turning his back
on the Church of England was tantamount to treason.
Feeling a hand on his thigh made Sir Roy open his eyes, and he glanced over to
see Lord Aylesford touching him as he knelt there in prayer. Sir Roy did not
understand what it might mean for an Earl to touch him like that, and it
threatened to bring those lustful thoughts back. Sir Roy dared not speak,
unsure what he would even say if he could find his voice anyway. He
reciprocated the action, hoping it was what Lord Aylesford wanted. But then
Lord Aylesford caught his gaze and smiled, and Sir Roy felt reassured, for the
time being, even if he did not understand why they were touching each other
like this.
They stayed that way for another fifteen minutes, silently praying. Having his
hand on Lord Aylesford's leg was both calming, and arousing. He could feel how
strong he was, and he hoped he wasn't disappointed by how pathetic Sir Roy was
in comparison. Every now and then, Lord Aylesford moved his fingers a little,
caressing his thigh. Sir Roy swallowed his nerves, and pretended it wasn't
happening.
The peace of prayer did not last much longer. Soon enough, Lord Aylesford was
calling for their horses as he led him out the back to their riding grounds.
Lord Aylesford wished to see how well he could ride, and Sir Roy was nervous
about doing well. He was a decent rider, but he had not been taught cavalry
riding. He was sure he would fail, and he would be kicked out of the Watch as
soon as he'd been accepted.
Lord Aylesford got him to trot around the yard to begin with. The Earl kept
pace beside him on his own mount, taking the time to run him through the
various gaits to check his posture and skills. Sir Roy concentrated hard on
listening to the advice Lord Aylesford offered, and did his best to correct his
riding on the go. Castella was probably not best used as a cavalry horse, but
Sir Roy was not training to be a cavalryman. He still had difficulty getting
Castella to trot fast enough, though, because she always seemed to want to walk
at an amble or a slow trot, or worse, switch into a slow canter instead, and
Sir Roy could tell Lord Aylesford was not well pleased by this.
Sir Roy tried not to let it get to him, though. He wanted to prove he was good
enough to be a watchman, now that their training had begun. That no one else
but Lord Aylesford was there to see him made him feel better. He wouldn't be
making an arse of himself in front of his fellow watchmen, but on the other
hand, he would be doing so in front of Lord Aylesford. As Sir Roy rode around
the yard, he wasn't sure which one he would've preferred.
Sir Roy was glad to stop, though. He was hot and tired from riding so hard, and
he was pleased Lord Aylesford allowed them a moment to rest. Sir Roy was happy
to dismount and took Castella over to the water trough to allow her to drink.
Sir Roy didn't dare remove his jacket and vest until he saw Lord Aylesford
doing the same. He was not particularly sure of the protocols that had to be
kept while working with Lord Aylesford in this way, but they were working, and
perhaps that allowed a certain lack of dress in front of him. Seeing Lord
Aylesford wearing nothing but his riding trousers and a loose shirt made that
queer feeling return to Sir Roy's stomach. He really was a strong, well-built
man, and Sir Roy felt utterly inadequate standing beside him. He watched as
Lord Aylesford splashed water on his face. Yes, he really was a very beautiful
man, Sir Roy noticed, and he chanced a look as Lord Aylesford washed the sweat
from his body.
Lord Aylesford approached him then, smiling approvingly. "You ride well, Sir
Roy. With a little tuition, you'll learn the cavalry drills well enough. I'd
suggest you get a different horse, though. She doesn't transition through her
gaits smoothly enough, and her trot is too slow. If she won't ride in unison
with the rest of the cavalry, she can't do parade drills. She'll put everyone
else off."
Sir Roy lowered his head, disappointed. "She's my best horse, my Lord, but she
isn't a good cavalry horse, I know. We've had her since she was a foal, and I
don't trust any horse as well as her, though, but if my Lord wishes for me to
get another horse, I will ride one of the other horses in the stables. We still
have a pair of cavalry horses Sir Daniel kept as spares."
Lord Aylesford considered him a moment before shaking his head. "No, I'd rather
you had a good horse with you. That bond is more important than how well she
trots. If you were a cavalryman, I'd insist on getting a new horse, but as a
watchman, it isn't as much of an issue, unless you want to do parade drills
with the yeomanry."
Sir Roy sighed and leant back against the wall. "Trust me to get a terrible
horse as well as having no combat skills. I don't think I was meant to be a
soldier, my Lord. Maybe I'd be better off at the Academy instead. I wouldn't
want to make you look foolish for not having a good enough horse."
Lord Aylesford joined him, and glanced over him before he spoke. "No, keep her.
She's a good horse, just not a good cavalry horse. She'll be fine for your
regular Watch duties, but I would strongly suggest you bring one of Sir
Daniel's cavalry horses if you wish to do parade drills."
"Yes, my Lord. I think I will stay away from parade, if that is alright, my
Lord. I am thankful for that. I was not looking forward to them. I don't feel
like my skills are good enough, and to be out there with all the other trained
soldiers would make me feel too out of place. I hope you don't think me a
coward, my Lord, but she is a fine horse in every other regard, and I would
trust her with my life. I would rather ride her than anyone else, and if that
means not going to parade, then that's what I'll do, my Lord," Sir Roy said.
"I think you'll make a fine watchman. She's a good horse, and your bond is
clearly very strong. Every man should have one good horse like that. I am
assuming you have not done any military riding before?" Lord Aylesford asked.
Sir Roy shook his head. "No, my Lord. I was always more interested in magic. If
I had known this was to be my fate, perhaps I'd have done my drills with my
brothers when I'd had the chance. Maybe we would've spent more time teaching
Castella to be a cavalry horse instead of just putting up with her ambling
gait."
"We cannot know the future. Only God knows what is in store for us. Were you a
good wizzard, Sir Roy? I heard you were one of the best," Lord Aylesford said.
"Yes, I was. I was the top of my year. I even got top marks for my final exam.
I was guaranteed a place as an Apprentice, no matter what score I got, but I've
had to turn it down because of this. I got word of Sir Daniel's death the day
before my final exam, my Lord. That's when I knew I'd never be a wizzard, even
though that's all I ever wanted. This is my life, now," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford touched his arm, and brought him close. Sir Roy could not help
meeting the Earl's kind gaze, and his sympathy was better left unspoken. Sir
Roy could feel there was a close feeling between them. Lord Aylesford did seem
quite fond of him, though Sir Roy could not think why. Lord Aylesford embraced
him then, and the sudden closeness took Sir Roy by surprise. Being so close to
him, feeling his warm body so close to his own, made that queer feeling return,
and Sir Roy was beginning to suspect he knew exactly what that queer feeling
meant.
"Have courage, Roy. My dear boy, have courage and strength in yourself. You
have suffered so much in your short life. Do not let yourself be defeated by
all this grief. Rise above it and become great. Honour their memories with the
best you can give. I cannot ask for more than that," Lord Aylesford said
softly.
Sir Roy wanted to cry. He had not expected Lord Aylesford would be so kind to
him, and his gentle words affected him greatly. Feeling Lord Aylesford's arms
around him felt wonderful, and Sir Roy felt safe like he did when Hugh would
hold him in that way. Sir Roy did not dwell on Hugh, though, and instead,
appreciated this short moment of intimacy between himself and Lord Aylesford.
Feeling the love of someone else when his life had been so absent of it swelled
his heart with longing. It was not a sensation he had expected, least of all
from the Earl. For a moment, wrapped in the Earl's strong arms, he felt like
they were the closest of friends, and he was glad Lord Aylesford was willing to
comfort him when he had no one else.
It did not last nearly long enough, and Sir Roy was quietly grateful. He was
sure if they had been that close any longer, Sir Roy may not have been able to
keep his arousal in check. There was still a brief moment of longing when Lord
Aylesford broke away from him, and Sir Roy missed his company immediately. But
he knew they had work to do, and he promised himself he would do the best he
could.
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The rest of the morning was spent learning military riding. Sir Roy had not
been expecting much from Castella, given how much she was not suited to cavalry
riding, but she had not done too bad for a first attempt. She had originally
come from cavalry stock, and with some effort, she did pick up some of the
movements Lord Aylesford was trying to teach her. She was far from perfect,
though, and she would need more time to adjust to the new way of riding.
It was hard for Sir Roy, too, as he'd never bothered learning the drills
before. Sir Roy felt Castella sensed his unease, and his lack of confidence
affected her ability to learn the drills. Under Sir Roy's uncertain command of
the new skills they were being taught, Castella was unsure and hesitant. She
was not used to Sir Roy not knowing how to ride her, and his unfamiliarity with
the drills made it hard to tell Castella what to do.
She adapted better once Sir Roy allowed Lord Aylesford to ride her, and he had
her moving properly. She trotted a little faster, and her gait transitions
became a little smoother. Lord Aylesford was confident she could be taught
cavalry riding with enough persistence and the right training, if that is what
Sir Roy wanted.
They broke for lunch after Sir Roy had one more attempt at mastering the
drills. Sir Roy was still not very good, but Lord Aylesford was nonetheless
pleased with his progress, and congratulated him as they led their horses back
to the stables for a rub down and a feed. Sir Roy made a point of reassuring
Castella that she'd done well that morning, and that he was sorry for not being
more sure of himself.
Lord Aylesford offered Sir Roy full use of his bath house to refresh himself
before they had lunch, and left him to it. Sir Roy almost wished the Earl had
stayed with him, though he did not know why, apart from his unfamiliarity with
the customs associated with bathing in a Roman bath house. There were a few
servants around who did help him out, but it still felt strange and
intimidating to be in such a large, ornate building on his own.
He tried to forget about the unnatural thoughts he'd had about the Earl
throughout the morning as he undressed in the changing rooms of the
apodyterium, and allowed himself time to soak in the warm water bath of the
tepidarium, which Lord Aylesford had recommended he use to help relax his
muscles. It did feel good after all the work he'd done over the past three
hours. But that just made him think of Lord Aylesford, and he was embarrassed
to find himself getting hard as he remembered how good it felt to be so close
to him.
He remembered how good it felt to have his strong arms around him. How he felt
when he was pressed so close to his chest, and he could feel his rough
breathing and his heartbeat. He remembered particularly the sensation of Lord
Aylesford's soft voice against his skin. He had shivered when the Earl had
whispered his name. He had addressed him as 'Roy', deigning not to use his
proper title; as far as Sir Roy was concerned, only Hugh was ever allowed the
privilege of addressing him in that way. That Lord Aylesford had done so made
Sir Roy uncomfortable. Sir Roy would never have dared refer to Lord Aylesford
using his Christian name. That would be most improper.
And yet, he could still hear his voice in his ear, just whispering his name,
and it went straight to his prick, giving him a surge of arousal he did not
particularly want, even if he was not so quick to suppress it. It had been
driving him to frustration all morning, particularly with all the riding they'd
done, and Sir Roy could not help taking his prick in hand, needing to be rid of
it if he was to be able to concentrate at all that afternoon.
"Roy, have courage," Lord Aylesford whispered.
It wasn't until those hands moved around his chest that Sir Roy suddenly
realised this was not a dream, and he froze as Lord Aylesford moved into the
bath with him. Sir Roy swallowed, seeing the Earl in such a state of undress.
He was about to clamber out and leave Lord Aylesford alone to bathe, but the
Earl took his hand, and kept him there.
"Roy, please, I beg you stay with me. I want you to stay. There is nothing
wrong with us bathing like this," Lord Aylesford said. His voice was gentle,
pleading ever so softly, asking him to stay. It wasn't a command, but a request
that could be refused.
Afterwards, Sir Roy would always allege that he had remained in the bath at the
Earl's request, enjoying his company. What he would not tell is how much he
desired to be close to him in such a situation where they were both allowed to
be naked and intimate. All the lustful dreams Sir Roy had been having all came
together, and Sir Roy found himself unwilling to control his desire. He was not
sure how he would deal with it, but he remembered the way the Earl had touched
his thigh in the chapel that morning, and wondered, perhaps, if the Earl had
also been born with such unnatural desires. Sir Roy had never considered that
the Earl might actually be willing to reciprocate, and the very thought drove
him mad with desire, though he had to fight hard to make his body suppress his
arousal.
Sir Roy settled back into the water, unsure why Lord Aylesford wanted to spend
time with him like this. Seeing him naked, he could see all the strength in his
body, as well as all the battle scars he'd acquired. This Lord was not a fop
who ruled from a manor house. He was a good soldier, a strong fighter, and Sir
Roy knew he was always willing to lead his men into a fight if necessary. They
all worshipped him, and their loyalty was unquestioned. Sir Roy had great
respect for a man who was such a great leader. He wished it for himself, but he
knew it would not happen. Sir Roy did not have those qualities, and he wondered
why Lord Aylesford continued to think he did.
He was more distracted by seeing his naked body. While he did not have scars
like Christ did, there were still some scars covering his body, and Sir Roy did
his best not to stare at them and wonder how he had acquired them. At that
moment, he badly wanted to lie the Earl back and tenderly kiss each scar, and
perhaps wash his body with scented oils, just like the women had done to Christ
after His crucifixion. He would care for him as if he was caring for Christ
Himself, and perhaps it might make up for his unnatural desires.
Lord Aylesford settled back into the water, and he smiled at Sir Roy as he sat
opposite him in the large bath. He lounged like a proud lion against the edge
of the pool, and Sir Roy bit his lip as a surge of arousal went straight to his
prick. He hoped the Earl could not see how hard he was.
Lord Aylesford had built a neo-Roman bath house a few years back, and it had
everything a Roman might expect it to have, from the changing areas in the
apodyterium, and the cold plunge pools of the frigidarium, to the heated rooms
and pools of the tepidarium and caldarium, and an atrium for exercises. The
building had been built in two identical halves, one for men, and the other for
women. It allowed Lady Aylesford and her ladies to use the baths privately,
without fear of being observed by men. While other bath houses had been built
on other manor houses, Lord Aylesford's had a working hypocaust that did not
rely on perpetual fire; it was the first working hypocaust seen in Britain for
over a thousand years. He had trained four men specifically in the art of
tending to the hypocaust to ensure the temperatures of the baths and floors
would always be maintained correctly.
They were currently in the tepidarium, though unlike its ancient form, this one
had a warm bath in the middle of the ornamentation. The warm water of this
large bath was warming their souls, and relaxing their muscles from the
morning's work, and it was not so hot it was uncomfortable, such as the hot
baths in the caldarium next door. The tepidarium was pleasantly warm enough to
make Sir Roy feel at ease.
Sir Roy was not at all familiar with the customs that came with using such a
bath house, and the vast expansive room around them looked much more like a
Pagan temple than Sir Roy was comfortable with. The floors were tiled with
mosaics, and there were several windows high on the walls that allowed sunlight
to stream in and heat the bath, which was in the middle of the room.
Surrounding it were plinths with marble busts of Roman emperors and warriors,
as well as other treasures and vases. Benches were placed between them, though
Sir Roy could not discern what they were made from.
There were images of the old gods all around the arched ceiling and on the
walls, and there was a large marble statue of Mars, the God of War, at the very
end of the room, commanding their attention. He had full Roman battle gear on,
holding a sharp spear in one hand. Beside him sat a pair of leashed war dogs,
and Mars was holding them back firmly, his grip commanding and strong. Mars'
intense gaze made Sir Roy uncomfortable.
"How can you sit here amongst these demons? How can you abide their presence as
a man of God?" Sir Roy murmured as he looked about the building he was in.
Lord Aylesford gave him a curious look, and shifted a little closer to him. "Do
you believe these beings exist then? I do not. Whether they exist or not is not
of my concern. My loyalty is to God alone, and my soul will ascend to Him when
I die. What are these but the trappings of an ancient Empire? The old relics of
a civilisation that commanded the greatest army the world has ever seen. I
respect their military strategies, and I study them, as all military leaders
must. But I do not worship their old gods. That would be turning away from our
God, the true God of our people, who alone is worthy of our praise and worship.
I just find these old gods inspiring, in their own strange way. But I wager you
have never been to Rome. You have not seen the old relics in all their fearful
glory. Standing in the palace of the old Caesars, to drink in all that glory
and power, is an amazing thing to behold. You cannot but be affected by it when
you walk into the Colosseum, or gaze upon the old temple ruins. If Britain can
be half as good as the Romans were, that will be my achievement. I will take my
peace from that."
Sir Roy couldn't help a shiver run up his spine. He still did not like them,
but if Lord Aylesford was not worshipping the old gods, then perhaps he could
relax a little. "I still find it strange to be in such a place. These old gods
frighten me."
Lord Aylesford came over beside him and then there was no space between them.
He wrapped an arm around the Baronet and pressed a soft kiss to his head. "Do
not fear, Sir Roy. The power of our God will never be surpassed by these
barbaric Romans. Even the Romans converted to Christianity in time, and left
their Pagan ways behind. These are just pieces of art now, nothing more. They
hold no power, not where God's presence is here in the world. Do you not
believe God is present in all the known world?"
Sir Roy wasn't entirely convinced of that, not when he looked at the statue of
Mars again. That one felt alive, and he shivered, wanting to be away from its
gaze. Lord Aylesford provided a suitable distraction, though, as he turned him
away from the statue around to face him. Sir Roy could feel the attraction
between them now, and he was more convinced about Lord Aylesford's desires
towards him. The Earl's arms held him firmly, and the water lapped around them
gently. Sir Roy could feel himself getting hard again, but he dared not see if
Lord Aylesford had noticed.
"Here, should I change the scenery for you, Sir Roy?" Lord Aylesford said as he
gestured some magic to change the bath house from a Pagan temple to a Christian
church.
Sir Roy gazed around, awestruck. He could barely believe what he was seeing.
The whole building had changed, seemingly from the inside out. The baths were
still there, but where Mars had been there was now a carved altar, and images
of Christ surrounded by angels. Stood above it was a large marble figure of the
Blessed Virgin. Painted frescoes of biblical stories covered the walls and
ceiling, carefully inserted between large stone columns with carvings of their
own. Statues of the saints and Archangels surrounded them on the plinths. The
floor had become an intricately designed mosaic of the Crucifixion, instead of
a Bacchanalian scene of extravagance and pleasure.
"Oh, my Lord. I cannot imagine - but how did you do that?" Sir Roy breathed.
Lord Aylesford leant in close to whisper in his ear. "Magic, Sir Roy."
Sir Roy went to reply, but Lord Aylesford saw fit to press a soft kiss to the
crook of his neck, and he shivered, surprised by such intimacy. "Oh, my Lord,
I-"
"Shh, Sir Roy. Let me help you relax," Lord Aylesford said, his voice a quiet
growl in his ear.
Sir Roy swallowed as he felt Lord Aylesford move a hand down between his legs.
His hand closed around him, and Sir Roy wasn't sure this was just a perverted
dream he would soon wake from, or if it was really happening. These unnatural
thoughts had been with him since he was a young boy, but being the pious man he
was, he refused to give in to them. Not even Hugh's love had tempted him; Sir
Roy refused to allow himself to be tainted with such sin. But this felt awfully
different in ways Sir Roy did not know how to articulate.
"Oh, my Lord, please, I-"
Sir Roy lost his voice as Lord Aylesford drew him close and kissed him. He
could feel Lord Aylesford's arousal pressing against his own, and the friction
awoke something in him that he could not have stopped. Lord Aylesford was so
beautiful, and his touch so gentle. Sir Roy allowed himself to give in to this
sin, just for a while, just this once, as Lord Aylesford touched him in ways he
had never been touched before.
"My Lord, please, I have never-" Sir Roy stopped, unsure how to admit it to
him.
Lord Aylesford offered a knowing smile. "You have never been with a man before,
have you, Sir Roy? I know you want to, though. I knew you were the same as I,
possessing such desires for other men. Will you allow me to show you how good
it can feel to be with another man?"
Sir Roy swallowed. "I have fought it my whole life. It is sinful to be this
way."
Lord Aylesford shook his head, and he held Sir Roy's face gently. "It is no
sin. God would not create something as beautiful as this and then condemn a man
for possessing it. I refuse to believe in that kind of God. This is how we are
meant to love, Sir Roy, and I wish to share it with you. God wishes nothing
more than for us to love, and be loved."
Sir Roy tried to find reassurance in his eyes. Lord Aylesford had provided a
compelling argument that Sir Roy had not dared to seriously consider before.
Certainly, Hugh had tried his best to convince him of the same sort of truth,
using similar reasoning, but Sir Roy had not taken much stock of it. But the
Earl was one of the King's most trusted men. If a man such as Lord Aylesford
could refuse to condemn these unnatural desires, and still be loyal to the King
and to the Church, then perhaps it might be alright for Sir Roy to believe that
too. Perhaps it was that Lord Aylesford held more authority in these matters
than Hugh did, which convinced Sir Roy to believe him more readily than his old
friend.
"Show me this God of love, my Lord. I hate myself for feeling this way, but you
say it is possible to love yourself for it. Show me how to do that, my Lord. I
do not want to keep hurting myself for feeling this way. If this is the only
part of my life I should have any control over, I should not like to hate
myself for it," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford brought him into a soft kiss. It felt completely different to
the way Hugh had kissed him. With his hands still cupping his cheeks, Lord
Aylesford commanded his obedience in a way Hugh had never done. Sir Roy felt
like the Earl was asking for him to surrender to him, just as they both
surrendered to Christ. He was in the arms of his Lord (his Lord!), and it felt
more incredible than he could ever have anticipated as he finally dared to let
go of the shame and guilt he had carried around with him his whole life. He was
going to be brave, just once, and see what happened, and maybe he might find
peace with his sinful desires after all, and with his faith, so he did not feel
so utterly conflicted about how God had made him.
Perhaps it is fitting we are doing this in Cathedral, Sir Roy mused as Lord
Aylesford stroked his prick firmly. He gazed up at the ceiling, seeing the face
of Christ and His angels gazing down at them. It felt strangely alright to be
committing such an act of love in this space as Lord Aylesford kissed him
again.
It was as far as his thoughts went as pleasure surged up from his groin and
spread all over his body. He had always refrained from sexual pleasure,
considering it a sin that was not to be pursued outside of marriage, and
certainly never with another man. It was a principle he had always adhered to,
except, perhaps, for that one time at the Academy when Hugh had seduced him in
a dark room and done things to him very much like what Lord Aylesford was doing
to him now. Hugh had kissed him, and touched him, but it had not lasted long
before Sir Roy got scared and left him. His body had been willing, but his mind
was too ashamed. The memory was jarring, though it didn't last long. Hugh was
left behind as Lord Aylesford took his place in his heart.
Sir Roy flinched a little as Lord Aylesford touched the rough, bruised skin on
his knees as he lifted them up to kiss them. He was suddenly filled with panic,
afraid he might have to explain it to him, but Lord Aylesford did not seem to
notice, or did not seem to care, and his tender kisses reassured Sir Roy that,
perhaps, Lord Aylesford understood why they were there, and did not hate him
for it. Sir Roy watched as Lord Aylesford kissed all the way down his legs to
his toes, caressing them fondly.
"My bruises were much worse than yours. It took me a long time to find my
peace, but I'm glad I did. I could finally stop hurting myself because of how
God had made me," Lord Aylesford said softly.
Sir Roy could not imagine Lord Aylesford doing what Sir Roy had done, hurting
himself for his unnatural desires. As if sensing his doubt, Lord Aylesford
moved close to him and turned his back to him.
"Do you see those scars running down between my shoulder blades? I presume I do
not need to tell you what caused them," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy hesitantly stretched his hand out to touch his back. He could see the
faint white scars criss-crossing his back. They looked very old, but Sir Roy
did have a fair idea of what might have caused them. He ran his fingers along
them gently before he kissed each of them, whispering a blessing. Sir Roy
wrapped his arms around his chest and leant against his shoulder.
"Why do these desires cause us such pain, my Lord? Why would God do this to
us?" Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford settled back into his arms and sighed. "I still do not know the
answer, Sir Roy. I am no theologian or priest. But I cannot believe we were
intended to be outside of God's creation, else we would not exist. He created
everything that exists, and so that must mean He made us, too, just as we are,
for a purpose that is unknown to us. That is the only answer that makes any
sense to me."
"But you love Lady Aylesford, do you not? How can you be with me, and love her
too?" Sir Roy asked.
Lord Aylesford smiled. "My Lady is a gift from God, Sir Roy, and yes, I love
her very much. I could not imagine life without her. But you should not worry
about us. My Lady has her own desires for women, as I have my own desires for
men, and we are very happy together. I do not withold my lovers from her, and
she loves whomever she wishes with my consent and blessing. There is actually a
small private bathing complex attached to this building that only my Lady and I
have access to, for those occasions when we wish to be together alone. We share
our own intimacy there."
"I still do not understand, my Lord, but I will not judge you for what you
choose to do with Lady Aylesford. I cannot imagine holding more than one in my
heart," Sir Roy said.
"You have not been given the chance to do so. I believe the human spirit has an
infinite capacity for love. But do not think I love thousands so casually.
Sexual intimacy is not the same as love, and love is something I hold very dear
to my heart. My Lady loves only one other, and I have only ever loved one other
in my life. It is not given out lightly," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy did not particularly know how to answer. He still wasn't sure he had
ever really loved Hugh the way he'd wanted him to. He cared about him a lot,
but was it really love? Would he ever really know what it felt like when it
happened? Would he ever be able to love a woman the way Lord Aylesford did? Sir
Roy was apprehensive about marriage because of his unnatural desires. He was
sure he would find it difficult to lie with a woman, no matter how beautiful
she was, even if he would have to do so to produce an heir. No woman had ever
stirred his arousal the way Hugh, and now Lord Aylesford, had done. Maybe he
should pray for a lady like Lady Aylesford, who would understand his desires,
and not hate him for not wanting to lie with her.
Lord Aylesford broke away from him, then, and turned to face him. "Would you
allow me to oil you, Sir Roy?"
Sir Roy had not expected that. The sudden change of subject was jarring, and it
took a moment to understand what he'd said. "You wish to oil me, my Lord?"
"Yes, it is part of what happens in the tepidarium. Allow me to oil you, my
friend. It will help you relax," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy was sure he had said something in reply, but could not remember what
that might have been. Lord Aylesford drew him out of the warm pool, and led him
to the far end of the room where the altar sat against the wall.
It was much more impressive up close. Sir Roy was astounded at how solid it
felt, as if the magic had not just been an illusion, but had created real solid
objects. He reached out a hand and dared to touch the marble altar before him,
and was shocked to feel it did indeed feel real. The detail in it was
astounding, and he recognised much of the imagery of the disciples, and other
images from the scriptures.
"I do not know what magic is needed to create such a thing. I cannot believe it
is real," Sir Roy said.
"This is the only magic this building contains. Not even the hypocaust uses
perpetual fire, my friend. That is Roman ingenuity at its finest, and this is
the result of carefully crafted magic. I think it is a marvellous result." Lord
Aylesford moved behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. "If you would
allow me to teach you magic, I would be glad to do so. You are, after all,
allowed to begin your Apprenticeship, and I am qualified to teach you."
Sir Roy swallowed, and not just because Lord Aylesford had touched his prick
again, and was stroking it slowly. It did not last long enough, though, as Lord
Aylesford broke away and took out a round jar from a hidden space in the altar.
"It is consecrated oil, Sir Roy, and I wish to anoint you with it," Lord
Aylesford said.
"Yes, my Lord," Sir Roy managed to say. "Do you - I mean, should I stand,
or...?"
"Stand, Sir Roy, and allow me to care for you," Lord Aylesford said as he
poured some of the oil onto his hand, and set the jar back on the altar top.
Sir Roy stood facing the altar as Lord Aylesford approached him. He blessed him
just as a priest would, anointing him with the sign of the cross on his
forehead as he spoke blessings upon him. He moved on to anoint and bless every
part of his body. It left Sir Roy feeling strangely purified, as if Lord
Aylesford, by this very act, was removing all sin from him, leaving him pure in
the eyes of God. He had not felt this way for a very long time.
Once he had been blessed, Lord Aylesford rubbed his hands gently over Sir Roy's
body. It was sensual enough for Sir Roy to feel aroused by it, and the fact
Lord Aylesford also seemed to be aroused by it gave him permission to just let
it be, and not suppress his desires like he normally would.
Once he was finished, Lord Aylesford brought him close and kissed him, and Sir
Roy could feel their hard pricks touching, rubbing achingly against each other.
Sir Roy had never been this aroused for so long, and he held onto Lord
Aylesford tightly, needing him in a way he had never needed Hugh. His body was
covered with oil, and felt utterly relaxed and pliant.
"Our love is pure and good, Sir Roy. Never feel ashamed of it. A man who has
the capacity to love another man will not so easily be at war with him. We are
better men because of the love we have inside us. God has blessed us, and we
ought not to shun His blessings," Lord Aylesford said.
"How do you know God is like that?" Sir Roy asked, unable to leave the question
unspoken.
"This world is troubled enough with war and bloodshed. We may be at peace with
all nations now, but it will not last. War will come again, perhaps sooner than
we would like, and let me tell you, my friend, I would rather not hunger for
it. Let love blossom where hatred lies. I plant that seed of love in your
heart, just as I plant it in every heart I meet. Care for it, Sir Roy, and
nurture it. It will bring you the peace you crave with yourself, and then you
will see the loving face of God, and know it is the truth in every part of your
body," Lord Aylesford said.
"Then show me what that love feels like, my Lord. Show me that love that I have
never seen nor felt before," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford took his hand, and led him over to a small room tucked in behind
the altar that Sir Roy had not noticed before. It contained nothing more than a
large soft bed, two lamps, and a thick curtain to seal the entrance from view.
A small crucifix hung over the bed. Lord Aylesford brought him close, and Sir
Roy could feel his prick against his arse as the Earl reached around to stroke
Sir Roy. Sir Roy moved his legs apart, just a little bit, and the feeling of
Lord Aylesford's hard prick moving slowly between his legs was astonishingly
arousing as he leant back against him.
"I want to make love to you, Sir Roy. Will you let me? It will be unlike any
pleasure you have ever experienced before," Lord Aylesford whispered.
"I want nothing more than that, my Lord. As I have given myself to Christ, I
give myself to you," Sir Roy murmured.
Lord Aylesford led him to the bed, and lay him down on his back. Lord Aylesford
leant over him, leaning down to kiss him. Then their bodies were pressed
together, and Sir Roy stopped thinking about anything at all.
Time seemed to slow down to an impossible degree. Sir Roy was not aware of
anything except Lord Aylesford. The Earl taught him how to make love to another
man, and how knowing his own desires would benefit him once he was married to a
woman. Sir Roy was too turned on to be disturbed by talk of marriage. All he
was aware of was lying on his side, with the Earl lying right behind him, as he
felt his prick slide between his legs again. Keeping his thighs together
intensified the pleasure, and he did not have to touch his own prick much at
all to keep himself hard.
More oil had been produced - from where, Sir Roy did not know. The Earl rubbed
him down again, and paid special attention to his arse. Lord Aylesford had told
him what he was doing throughout the whole time they were lying there together,
and it made Sir Roy relax, knowing what was coming. Feeling Lord Aylesford's
fingers probing inside him made him gasp, and he could feel himself being
stretched and prepared to give the Earl pleasure. Sir Roy discovered that the
idea that sex like this meant Sir Roy was giving the Earl pleasure - as much as
Sir Roy would gain pleasure from it - was arousing in and of itself, and the
moment Lord Aylesford began slowly pushing his prick inside him was the most
intense moment of Sir Roy's life.
They remained still for a moment once the Earl was completely inside him,
giving Sir Roy time to adjust to it. Lord Aylesford reached down to stroke his
prick gently, just to keep him aroused, as he softly kissed his shoulders. Sir
Roy was breathing heavily, and while it did feel a little uncomfortable at
first, Lord Aylesford soon had him relaxing into it.
Sir Roy grasped the sheets as Lord Aylesford took his body and moved it how he
wished. The feeling of having the Earl inside him was magnificent, and it made
him feel closer to him than he could ever have wished. It felt as though Lord
Aylesford had wrapped himself around Sir Roy completely, and Sir Roy felt safe,
protected and loved.
Sir Roy had never held onto anyone so tightly before as Lord Aylesford thrust
inside him. Sir Roy had always been hesitant of going so far before, knowing
how sinful it was, but Lord Aylesford showed gentle patience with him, allowing
Sir Roy time to get used to it, while offering forgiveness and permission.
Having sexual intercourse with Lord Aylesford in this way, Sir Roy discovered,
was the most excruciatingly beautiful pleasure he had ever experienced. They
moved slowly, and Sir Roy had never felt so loved before. He did not even think
about how ashamed he should be feeling for giving in to his urges as pleasure
finally flooded his body. Lord Aylesford did not seem to be rushing, though he
did speed up as he chased his pleasure, and Sir Roy was intimately aware of
Lord Aylesford reaching climax inside him as he thrust hard and fast into him.
Sir Roy could hear nothing but his heavy breathing, and his punctuated thrusts.
Before Sir Roy could think, before Lord Aylesford had separated from him, the
Earl took his prick in his hand and stroked the baronet firmly until he'd given
in, spilling his seed all over the Earl's hand.
Sir Roy felt closer to Lord Aylesford than he had that morning, when he'd
nervously sat at table with him, afraid he would never be as good a soldier as
the Earl was expecting. But he didn't feel that now. Lord Aylesford held him
close, and there was reassurance in his embrace that supported Sir Roy and made
him feel like all this was alright. Lord Aylesford stroked his hair and kissed
him again, and Sir Roy wasn't sure he could ever forget what had happened here.
"Just be quiet, Roy. Just enjoy this moment of peace. You will always find it
here with me," Lord Aylesford murmured.
"Why are you doing all this for me, my Lord? I do not understand what I have
done to deserve this sort of attention from you," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford smiled to himself. "I promised your brothers I would look after
you if none of them returned to take the title, and that is not a promise I am
willing to break. That is the reason you are here. I think the Academy is
losing a real talent, and I think you could achieve so much as a wizzard, but
if soldiering is your choice, I will personally make sure you are as capable
and strong as any man under my command. I will teach you as much as I can, and
I hope you will do me the honour of giving me your best. I am willing to teach
you if you are willing to learn."
Sir Roy felt guilt well up in his throat as he heard about what his brothers
had done, and what Lord Aylesford had promised. "Which of my brothers asked
such a thing of you, my Lord?"
Lord Aylesford smiled and stroked a hand down Sir Roy's cheek as they lay there
together. "It was Sir Daniel, a month before Sir Stanley's death, though I
understood Sir Stanley and your brother Marcus agreed to it also. Sir Daniel
was worried you would have no one to guide you into adulthood if none of them
survived, and made the request of me. I promised I would care for you if he did
not live to care for you himself. He was planning to leave the yeomanry this
year, so he could be with you as you entered into your Apprenticeship. You
would be coming of age soon, and he felt you needed a more mature man to guide
you. Your father had died some time ago, and you were so much younger than
everyone else that Sir Daniel felt you would have missed much of the education
he and your older brothers were given. Fate, it seems, has intervened, and he
was unable to come home for you, and so it is down to me to make you into a
man. Your brothers all loved you very much, Sir Roy, though I am not sure you
ever knew it. Sir Frederick would be proud to see you now, a grown man, who is
so skilled with magic."
Sir Roy did not know what to say. Sir Daniel had not mentioned any of this in
his letters. But the very idea that they had cared enough to ask Lord Aylesford
to bring Sir Roy into adulthood if they should not be able to do so struck him
quite profoundly. He had always felt his brothers were so much older than him,
and did not much care for him because they were not home long enough to know
him, but perhaps he had been mistaken. They had seen fit to provide for him in
this way, and it astounded him.
That he had been so close to being able to spend time with Sir Daniel properly
before he'd been taken from him hurt the most. Sir Daniel had wanted to come
home for him, to stop being a soldier so he could guide his youngest brother
into manhood. It was a gesture that hit home profoundly, and Sir Roy felt so
very young and inexperienced then. He held onto Lord Aylesford, seeking his
comfort. He felt like a child who was not ready for the responsibilities he'd
been given, and he shed a few tears for Sir Daniel, silently thanking God that
his brother had cared about him enough to send the Earl to care for him in his
absence.
Sir Roy did not speak further, and just allowed himself to drown in the peace
that surrounded them. In spite of his grief, the Earl's presence brought him
comfort, and reassured him he was safe and loved. He had no more lingering
doubts, not anymore. The Earl had changed his beliefs about God so rapidly in
such an unexpected way, Sir Roy could not imagine how he had once believed this
kind of pleasure was a sin. It was the most powerfully beautiful kind of love
he had ever experienced, and he wished to clutch it to his chest and never let
it go.
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The rest of the afternoon passed Sir Roy by in a daze. Sir Roy vaguely
remembered a very long lunch, followed by an hour of shooting practice, though
the precise details were lost to him except for a memory of Lord Aylesford
pressing close behind him as he steadied his arm as he went to shoot. They had
all been drowned out by what had happened in the bath house. Sir Roy was aching
in so many new places, but he could not forget how good it had felt to be with
him in such an intimate manner.
He arrived back at Castle Bromwich Hall in a happy state late that afternoon.
Feeling good about himself for the first time in a very long time, he decided
to be brave and not allow himself to feel guilty for what had happened between
himself and Lord Aylesford. What had happened had been so much more than just
sinful pleasure, and Sir Roy felt it would dishonour Sir Daniel's memory if he
turned down the Earl's offer.
He still went to the chapel once he arrived home, but he did not kneel in
penance, begging for forgiveness. Instead, he magically lit the candles, and
offered silent praise to God for finally seeing the love he had always thought
was absent. All his life, he had felt unwanted and unloved, except by Hugh, but
Lord Aylesford had shown him what love could really feel like, and it had
amazed Sir Roy so much, he could not believe he had never experienced that kind
of love before.
That Lord Aylesford had promised his brothers he would look after Sir Roy made
his love all the more precious. He may not have been very close to his
brothers, and he had occasionally felt that they did not think much of him, but
they cared enough to ensure he was taken care of in case they didn't make it
back alive. That act of love overwhelmed him, and he wept as he gazed up at the
image of Christ above the altar.
The bright light in the chapel chased the darkness of the world away, and even
if Lord Aylesford was sure war would come to Britain again, Sir Roy could
forget about it for once, and finally take joy in the world at last. God had
given him such a great capacity to love, and a great capacity to need it in
return, and finally that desire would be sated while he had Lord Aylesford by
his side.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Sir Roy approached the barracks with trepidation the next night. It was his
first proper shift as a watchman, and even though he did not think he was
ready, Lord Aylesford did not wish him to delay taking up his duty. He would
train him as he gained experience with the Watch. Sir Roy should have known he
could not have expected a repeat of the sort of time together that first day
had brought, because of course Lord Aylesford had other duties of his own to
tend to, and the next week, he would be off to London for three weeks, where he
had Parliamentary business to attend to. Sir Roy would miss his presence, but
getting used to the Watch was what he had to deal with at that moment, and he
would allow it to preoccupy his mind. He still felt the warm love of the Earl
in his heart, and it would keep him going until he could see the Earl again.
The three other members of Gryffin Watch were waiting by the gates of the
barracks. The watch house was situated just inside the grounds, and they would
be based there during their shift. Sir Roy was quietly glad his shift would
only be six hours long. He didn't feel ready to move up to a longer shift like
some of the older teams.
Sir Roy rode up to his fellow watchmen and greeted them as well as he could. Mr
Spier and Mr Ashmore were on foot, and Mr Spier had a small owl sitting on his
shoulder. It hooted at Sir Roy as he caught sight of it. He wasn't sure he
liked owls, but it played an important role in their job as watchmen, and
because of that, he was willing to accept the presence of the bird. It might
save his life one day. Mr Spier and Mr Ashmore both bore pistols and
truncheons, as well as swords. Sir Roy hadn't expected they would be armed so
well.
Sir Richard was their watch commander, and Sir Roy felt reassured that he would
have him with him on his first night of duty. Sir Richard's presence made Sir
Roy feel at ease as he began his first shift. Sir Richard was riding a fine
grey horse, and had a pistol and sword at his belt. Sir Roy bore the same
weapons, but his confidence in using them were not very great.
"So, Sir Roy, are you ready? It'll be a long night, even though it ends at
midnight. I'd stay overnight in the barracks once you're done. You don't want
to be travelling back home on your own so late at night. Believe me, I've made
that mistake, and got myself robbed. No, you stay here with me and travel home
in the morning," Sir Richard said as he brought his horse around, ready to
begin.
Sir Roy was quite alarmed by this. "Is it that dangerous out there, Sir
Richard?"
Sir Richard nodded. "Yes, Sir Roy. That is why we patrol, because the dark
streets are always full of dangers. I do not mean to scare you, Sir Roy, but
this job is not pleasant, nor is it easy, and even though you will not be
facing a full army ready to slaughter you, there is still danger present. You
must be prepared for that."
Sir Roy nodded in acknowledgement. If the streets were safe, there would be no
need for a watch. "Very well, I'll stay in the barracks overnight. I certainly
don't want to be robbed. It may not be nice out there, but if we are to be the
arbiters of the King's justice, so be it. I will do my duty."
Sir Richard smiled. "Good man, Sir Roy. Now, let's get moving. Basilisk has
just returned."
Sir Roy looked in the direction Sir Richard was looking to see the previous
shift returning to the barracks. They were all on horseback, and rode proudly
towards them.
"Well met, Sir Thomas! No troubles, I assume?" Sir Richard called.
Sir Thomas Adams, commander of the Basilisk watch, saluted him. "No trouble we
couldn't handle. Keep an eye on St Phillip's, though, Sir Richard. There was a
group of men loitering around a while ago that looked like they were up to no
good. We should not wish to allow the House of the Lord to be desecrated on our
watch."
"We'll ride over there now, Sir Thomas. Good night to you all," Sir Richard
said, saluting back. "Come on, men, to St Phillip's. Be prepared in case we
have some scoundrels to round up!"
Sir Roy brought his horse into a fast walk as he followed Sir Richard. They
went down a couple of small lanes to get onto Mercer Street, which would take
them all the way round to Chappell Street and onto New Hall Lane, where they
found the church of St Phillip.
The street lamps were already lit, and they provided enough light to navigate
the streets. They all ran on perpetual fire, which had been discovered some
forty years earlier, rather than on combustible fuel. The resource savings
alone had made the switch worthwhile when His Majesty declared that everyone
should be given perpetual fire as a gift to the people to mark his coronation
in 1760. It had been one of the sources of his popularity, because it had
brought such great benefits to every member of society. Every household had a
perpetual hearth fire for both cooking and constant heating. Houses had lights
that were safe and did not need constant fuel. The fire could be used to boil
water to make it safe to drink, as well as make hot water to bathe in. The
effect it had on society was greater than anyone could have imagined. God had
given them light, and it was often described as a symbolic representation of
His love for all mankind, because of the way it sustained life.
Both fire fighters and the old lamp lighters had been retrained as fire
magicians to cope with the use of perpetual fire, and their numbers had swelled
as the new lamps became common place. In ten years, the British Isles had
become a place of light and warmth for virtually everyone, including the
poorest members of society, who were given a small lick of fire to keep them
going. On their own, those small fires did not seem to be much, but six of them
together could produce more than sufficient warmth during the coldest winter,
as well as a fire for cooking, ensuring their survival.
Certainly, the perpetual fire lanterns were not entirely foolproof, because the
fire did tend to heat the vessel it was kept in, which had led to several bad
injuries and burns, but improvements to glassmaking had solved that issue. They
were definitely safer than the older lamps with fuel that could burn a house
down. Perpetual fire had not proved to be such a danger, because it could be
extinguished very easily with just one simple gesture performed by anyone tuned
to fire magic, and as the lanterns and lamps became more common, more people
were available to stop fires in this way, and so far, no property or life had
been lost because of a perpetual fire setting anything alight.
Sir Roy watched the city pass by with interest. He never really strayed far
from home, particularly not at night. Birmingham looked different, now that her
streets were nearly empty and all the shops closed. She did not look like a
booming town of lights, but they were there, burning out from the street lamps
and windowpanes. It was hard to find a truly dark place in the town anymore,
because there was light nearly everywhere, even at night. A few cabs drove past
them, but they were mostly on their own. Sir Roy tried his best not to pass his
nerves onto his mount. Castella had been known to become skittish if Sir Roy
was feeling particularly anxious when riding her, and Sir Roy did his best to
feel confident and self-assured as much for Castella as for himself. He did not
want the horse bucking and bolting on him on his first watch.
They reached St Phillip's soon enough, and Sir Roy looked around hesitantly,
hoping they would not have to apprehend anyone so soon. Their presence alone
had sent a few shadowy figures away, and they disappeared into the darkness.
"Sir Roy, go with Mr Ashmore, and patrol around the church. We'll go the other
way and meet back here. If there is no danger, we'll move on, but be alert for
anyone suspicious," Sir Richard said.
"Yes, sir. Come on, Mr Ashmore, this way," Sir Roy said, ushering Mr Ashmore
with him as they went left.
Neither men spoke as they went, keeping watch for anyone who might be lurking
in the shadows. Sir Roy was doing his best to look brave and confident, ready
and willing to take down any man found to be breaking the King's laws.
Fortunately, they did not find anyone loitering, though whether this was
because they had fled, or were simply hiding away as they waited for the
watchmen to go, Sir Roy could not be sure. Sir Richard and Mr Spier had not
found anyone, either. Riding back around to the front of the church, Sir
Richard dismounted, and called Sir Roy over.
"Come on, you're the only other wizzard here, Sir Roy. Help me ward the church,
just to make sure no one desecrates her tonight," Sir Richard said.
The request surprised Sir Roy; Lord Aylesford hadn't said he'd be called upon
to do magic as a watchman. "Oh, but - I'm not even a proper wizzard, not
really. I'm not even an Apprentice. I can't remember learning how to cast
wards."
Sir Richard gave him a look. "I saw your final exam, remember? If anyone has
earnt the right to call themselves a wizzard, it's you. I know you can cast,
and I spent three months teaching you and your fellow classmates how to place
basic wards. So if you still can't place wards, I didn't teach you very well.
You do the first four elements, I'll do the second four. You haven't done the
initiations required for the second four."
Sir Roy bowed his head a little, accepting the order. "Yes, sir. I'll do my
best."
Sir Roy stood and closed his eyes. He pictured the sigils in his mind that
would call up the Elements of Earth, Flame, Air, and Water. They were the only
elements he had been initiated into, and they came singing through the ether to
him, pleased to greet him.
Earth felt like a solid presence beneath his feet, and that was where Sir Roy
usually felt her when she came to him. Flame burnt brightly above his head,
though Sir Roy could tell they were still not quite getting on well. Sir Roy
still hadn't earnt his respect yet, and until Sir Roy did, Flame would always
remind him of it. Air softened Flame's intensity, sending wind to soothe
Flame's irritation. Sir Roy was always thankful to Air for this; Air usually
just commented that Flame did not much like anyone, and Sir Roy was not to take
it personally.
Water was particularly keen to see him, and Sir Roy felt her wrap around and
embrace him as she sung her greetings. Sir Roy had the greatest affinity for
Water, and loved her comforting presence. It was Water who whispered the right
words to remind him how to cast the wards, and he secretly thanked her for
helping him out. He opened his palms out in front of him and he could feel the
power of the four elements tingling in his fingertips.
"Sir Roy, remember the correct form. Then walk clockwise around the church. I
want eight wards, minimum, and make sure you invoke the correct Guardians," Sir
Richard said, his voice piercing Sir Roy's concentration.
The power was still with him as Sir Roy looked over at Sir Richard to
acknowledge his words. The sigils and Elemental Guardians were clear now, and
knowing what he had to do, he set off, marking wards at the eight cardinal
points. It was a somewhat complex process, involving correctly gesturing the
element to summon it, gesture to summon the correct Guardian, and gesture the
correct sequence to set the ward in place and its boundaries. Sir Roy enjoyed
the challenge, though. Working magic was the one thing he knew he could do
well.
The spheres of light that surrounded the wards were only visible to Sir Roy and
Sir Richard, and as they progressed, all eight elements came together to form
one whole protective ward around the church to protect it from looters and
thieves. The building stood proud and strong, protected by good solid magic. It
would not be touched that night. The wards would not last forever, and they
would probably have to come and recast them next week, but they were highly
effective at protecting things that needed protecting.
Sir Roy was glad he had managed to cast the wards correctly, and he thanked
Water again as she departed for her help. Sir Roy felt her caress his cheek
before she left, and he smiled, pleased by his work. It had felt good to work
magic again, and as he came back round to where the rest of the Watch were, he
felt that warm tingling all over his body that he was used to feeling after a
good round of magic casting. It brought him some comfort, that although he was
not a proper wizzard, he would still have opportunities to cast magic, even as
a watchman. He was feeling better about taking on the role, now that he knew
magic was part of his job. He was good at magic, if not at soldiering. He
wasn't a complete failure, after all.
"Good work, Sir Roy. You're still as good as I hoped you'd be. Keep up your
magic skills, if you wouldn't mind. You'll need them from time to time," Sir
Richard said as he mounted his horse.
"Thank you, Sir Richard. It's not being a proper wizzard, I know, but being
able to cast magic for this makes me feel a little better about not being an
Apprentice," Sir Roy said.
"You're a huge loss to the Academy, I'm sure you know that. But don't worry,
one day, I'll coax you back there so you can be the Grand Magus we both know
you should be. I've never seen anyone cast as naturally and as powerfully as
you. Now, cast us some fire and let's get this place secured before we move
on," Sir Richard said.
The flame appeared in Sir Roy's palm with ease, and with a little wind magic,
the flame began hovering in the air before them. Another six were summoned, and
they offered even more light for the watchmen than the street lamps did. With
one final check of the church property to make sure everything was secured, Sir
Richard led them on as they headed off to check other parts of the city.
Sir Roy discovered it was hard work being constantly on guard all the time. He
had to be alert to everything going on around him, and he had to trust his
fellow watchmen as well. There was no one else to rely on if they got into
trouble. Sir Roy wasn't entirely used to this, but as the night wore on, he did
come to accept that Mr Ashmore and Mr Spier were indeed trustworthy men, and
his fears had been misplaced. It settled his nerves, knowing he had men with
him he could trust.
Sir Roy was somewhat relieved they had come across no trouble so far that
night. He had not wanted to be thrust into that sort of role so soon. Indeed,
the first sign of trouble they had came towards the end of their shift, when
they found a drunk man stumbling in the street as they made their way back to
the barracks, having come out of an alehouse moments ago. Sir Roy was fine with
this until they went to apprehend him, and Sir Roy discovered it was not just
any man, but Hugh. Hugh's face twisted with disgust as he saw his old friend
before him, and he lurched forward, pointing at Sir Roy.
"You. You. You bloody traitor, Roy. You absolute bloody traitor. We was going
to be great wizzards, Roy! We were doing to do it all together, but now you're
one of them. How dare you come here, wearing that bloody uniform. What happened
to you? We used to be so bloody close, we were like brothers. But now y've left
me for-for this. Soldiering. You'll bloody end up dead like the rest of your
family," Hugh said as he staggered forward, trying to push past Sir Roy.
Sir Roy felt a sudden burst of rage at the insult directed at his family. "They
have been more of a family to me in death than you are being right now! I am
not sorry I left if this is the attitude you will take with me. Lord Aylesford
has been kinder to me in my grief than I could have imagined, and I am more
than willing to repay him by offering my service."
Hugh's expression turned to disgust as he came up beside him and stared up at
him. He sneered, and Sir Roy was startled, afraid Hugh might lash out and hurt
him.
"Aylesford is a heretic. You're a bloody heretic. You'll all burn in Hell for
this betrayal, mark my words," Hugh said, pointing a finger accusingly at Sir
Roy.
Sir Roy was too shocked to do anything as Hugh reached for him, grasping his
arm as if he wished to pull him from his horse. Sir Richard took control of the
situation; there was a flash of magic and Sir Roy saw Hugh fall away from him.
Mr Ashmore and Mr Spier grabbed Hugh and bound his hands behind his back. Sir
Richard placed him under arrest for public drunkenness and offensive behaviour,
and threatened to throw in treason if he wasn't careful. Hugh cursed all the
way back to the barracks as he walked between the two infantrymen.
Sir Roy was so utterly rattled by Hugh's presence he trailed behind them,
trying not to get too close to Hugh in case he lashed out at him and spooked
Castella. He kept back as they got to the watch house, not wanting to be the
one to sign him in. He hated that he had no courage or authority to counter
Hugh's words, even as a watchman. He felt impotent and weak, unworthy of being
a watchman. He dismounted and walked over to the stables. He did not want to
continue, and he hated that he had let Hugh get to him in such a bad way.
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"Sir Roy, are you alright?"
Sir Roy had been brushing down Castella, hoping to distract himself from the
night's events. Hearing Sir Richard behind him, he turned to face him,
wondering why he cared. He stared at the ground, embarrassed.
"Yes, I - Sir Richard, I am alright. I am just shaken. I did not expect to meet
that man at all, and - we are not close, not anymore, and he is convinced I
have betrayed him. I am sorry you had to bear witness to his hatred," Sir Roy
said.
Sir Richard came over to him. "It is not your fault, Sir Roy. The Watch has had
trouble with Mr McDowell before, and I am more than aware of his record at the
Academy. He has become uncontrollable lately, and his father is not pleased
with his rakish behaviour at all. Come to the guest house when you are done
with Castella. I'll have some supper waiting for us."
"Thank you, Sir Richard. I will be with you soon," Sir Roy said.
Sir Roy watched him go, and his thoughts turned to Hugh again. He was not
really surprised Hugh had been in trouble before. Even as children, Hugh had
always been in trouble, and he completely lacked any discipline at all. How he
had survived at the Academy long enough to graduate was a complete surprise to
Sir Roy, as he had come close to expulsion several times. That Hugh was now out
in town getting drunk and causing trouble did not seem like much of a change.
Sir Roy distracted himself by finishing brushing Castella. The horse had done
well during their first shift, and she had not become too nervous, even though
Sir Roy had not always had much courage. Brushing her down was calming, though.
He liked just being with her, without any other men around. He knew there were
stable boys around to help tend to the horses, but he insisted on tending to
Castella himself. It gave him time to think. The two of them had been together
long enough for Sir Roy to feel uncomfortable allowing anyone else to tend to
her. After the horse had been fed and watered, and put to bed in her stall, Sir
Roy left the stables, and went to find the guest house.
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The guest house was adjacent to the barracks, and Sir Richard stayed there most
nights when he was on watch duty. It was his own personal space as deputy
Captain of the Watch, and Sir Roy liked the place very much. It was a modest
space, nothing more than a few small rooms, but it was enough. Sir Richard
greeted him warmly and brought him through to the dining room for supper.
Sir Roy was quite hungry, now that he thought about it. Sir Richard offered a
fine spread of port and roasted meats, bread, and vegetables. Sir Roy felt it
was just what he needed after the night he'd had. He had calmed down
significantly since they'd brought Hugh in, but he was still shaken by it, and
he relished the quiet of the guest house, now that they were off-duty.
"Come, sit and eat, Sir Roy," Sir Richard said as he took his seat at the
table.
"Thank you, Sir Richard," Sir Roy said as he was ushered into his seat.
Sir Roy sat back a little as they were served. It all looked delicious, and he
knew he would enjoy it. He was also glad for Sir Richard's company. He liked
the man, and he hoped he could learn enough from him while Lord Aylesford was
away to make him feel a little more competent at his job as a watchman.
"So, what happened between you and Mr McDowell such that you are so shaken just
by seeing the man? I was under the impression you two were close friends," Sir
Richard asked.
Sir Roy didn't particularly want to talk about it, but perhaps it would help to
explain things, just a little. "We were close friends, yes, Sir Richard. You
are probably aware we have shared a room at the Academy for most of our lives.
He was like a brother to me, and we always planned to be great wizzards
together. We had plans to serve our Apprenticeships together and go on to be
Grand Magi. He always had grand plans, Sir Richard, and I loved listening to
him talk about them. He was sympathetic and kind, and I cherished his
friendship."
"So what went wrong, then? How could he suddenly turn on you such that he would
call you a heretic in the middle of a public street?" Sir Richard said.
Sir Roy shrugged sadly. "Sir Daniel died, that's what happened. If I had not
inherited the baronetcy upon Sir Daniel's death, perhaps things would have been
different, but I was left with the estate to run, and Lady Elysia insisted I
move back to to the Hall to take care of it properly. She has never liked me
learning magic, and she has never particularly liked Mr McDowell, either. She
reminded me I had made a promise to my late father, Sir Frederick, that I would
join the yeomanry when I was of age, and once the title became mine, I could
not refuse that promise any longer. I told Mr McDowell after our exams that I
could not become an Apprentice with him, but he did not take it well. He feels
I am a traitor, a heretic, and perhaps I am in some ways, but he doesn't
understand the weight of responsibility I carry now. There is just my mother
and I, and the Hall and title are mine now. They were never meant for me, but I
am all that is left, and so it falls to me. But he doesn't understand that,
which is why he insults me so. I don't know what to do with him. I cared about
him very much, we were very close friends, but we are now so far apart that he
curses my name at the very sight of me. I doubt we will ever be friends again."
Sir Richard gestured dismissively. "Mr McDowell is young and foolish. I would
not worry about him if he chooses to cut you loose. I hear not even his own
father wishes to allow him to succeed to the title, given his behaviour."
"Mr McDowell does not get along with his parents, that is true, Sir Richard. It
is apparently his father who does not wish him to inherit. They are all quite
cruel to each other, or so Mr McDowell tells me. I am not surprised he loves
the Academy so much," Sir Roy said.
Sir Richard did not seem surprised by this. "It is no wonder he is as rakish as
he is, if that is the home he grew up in. I am not certain he has the capacity
to understand the kind of responsibility we bear, and I doubt he ever will. It
is hard to see a good friend turn against you, but his family are Catholics. It
is not exactly surprising he does not see eye to eye with you anymore. He
believes his faith is right, and our church is built on heresy. There can be no
reconciliation there, not when he is so opposed to you. No, I should be glad to
be rid of him. I am afraid he would only cause you ruin if you continued to
associate with him. Let him ruin his own life, and save yourself the trouble."
Sir Roy sighed. "I know, Sir Richard. I have thought the same. My mother did
not much like him, either, but she did tolerate him. We were good friends, and
he was always there for me every time I lost someone from my family. It is hard
enough to bury your last surviving brother. It is harder to do so when you have
no one else to comfort you. I feel like I have been through so much in so
little time. I can scarcely believe it has happened at all. But then I see
their graves, and I see Mr McDowell tonight, and I know I have lost so much and
gained so very little from it."
"I think you have gained much, Sir Roy, but then I do not think as highly of Mr
McDowell as you used to, and all I remember of him from the Academy is a
trouble-maker. Be pleased you are rid of him, even though it always hurts to
lose a good friend. He is no friend to you if he will treat you like this," Sir
Richard said.
"I still cannot believe he has denounced me as a heretic again. I know it is
not true, but it still makes me doubt myself. We shared a room together since
we were children. How could he possibly speak against me so fervently? I did
not know he felt this way towards me," Sir Roy said.
"I daresay he is merely looking for reasons to hate you, and this is the
simplest one he can find. It shows how immature he still is if he will call you
a heretic merely for doing your duty to your family. I would not think much of
it. You would not be found guilty of such a crime if he ever felt so bold as to
accuse you officially. No, let him rage in the cells. Maybe one day, he will
understand what he has said, and why you have done this," Sir Richard said.
"But enough talk of that man. You should come to dinner at Whateley Hall
tomorrow night. Bring your mother. We are not teacher and student anymore, and
I should like for us to be better acquainted, since we are to be working
together, and our estates are so close by."
Sir Roy smiled at the offer, and nodded his acceptance. "I thank you, Sir
Richard. Yes, we will be there. I think I should be glad to have you as a
friend if we are to be working together."
"Good man. That's the spirit. Now, eat up, and we'll go to bed. I do not wish
to be awake much longer," Sir Richard said. "I am used to the shifts, of
course, but they never cease to tire me when I am up too late."
"Yes, I know I will have to adjust to this, as well. I am not used to it at
all. But I think I could learn to cope with you by my side. Oh, and I meant to
thank you for stepping in as you did when Mr McDowell was shouting at me
before. I was not expecting such a confrontation and I feel like I have let
everyone down by not doing my duty," Sir Roy said.
Sir Richard brushed it off. "It was your first shift, Sir Roy. You will get
used to owning your authority. I daresay I'd have been worried if you had been
doing this a year, but I can forgive you for reacting that way on your first
watch. Have some faith in yourself, Sir Roy."
Sir Roy wasn't sure he could do that, but he put on a brave face. "I will try
my best, Sir Richard."
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Once they were finished with supper, they retired to bed. Sir Roy had many
thoughts on his mind, but they were shunted away by how weary he felt. He made
a brief prayer before bed. He never could go to sleep until he'd spent a moment
in prayer, reminding himself of his faith and confessing anything that needed
confessing. He touched the small token of Saint John he kept in a pocket as he
prayed, a comforting presence for when he was not at home. Once he was done, he
went to bed, happy to be asleep after a long night's work.
As he lay there in the dark, he did his best to forget Hugh was sitting alone
in the cells in the watch house, but it proved impossible. Knowing he was there
was not doing him any good, though he knew better than to go down and talk to
him. No, he would not do that in a watch house full of other watchmen.
No, instead, he thought about Sir Richard, and their growing friendship. He did
know their estates were close by, but Sir Richard had been one of his teachers
for as long as he'd known him, and he had not sought out his friendship.
Perhaps that was about to change, now he was free of the Academy. But Sir Roy
did not dwell too much on what might have been. He had been given a new chance
now, and he would take it. He needed friendship, and if Sir Richard was willing
to offer it, Sir Roy would not turn it down.
Besides, he liked the man. Sir Richard was older than him by about nine years,
but he was self-assured enough to make Sir Roy feel more confident in himself.
The man was capable and sure of his role in the world. Sir Roy appreciated
having someone like that to look to, because he felt like he did not really
know what he was doing at all. The title he now bore was still fresh and it did
not feel like his yet. He did not know how to act like a baronet, and had not
been socially introduced as the 7th baronet just yet. He had turned down many
offers already, unsure he wanted to go. He was not very fond of the large
social gatherings his mother had often taken him to in the past, and to go
there as the baronet felt like too much too soon. He was not ready to bear that
yet.
He felt he could've managed it if he'd had Hugh with him. He'd lived almost his
whole life with Hugh by his side. They'd been through school together, through
death and grief as Sir Roy had, one by one, lost his family, always a steadfast
rock of support. But Hugh wasn't there now. Hugh was down in a cell, drunk and
abusive. He would probably just yell at him if he went down to talk to him. Sir
Roy had not felt the loss of his best friend so keenly as he did in that
moment, and he clasped a pillow to his chest as he wept for him.
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Back at the watch house, Hugh sat in his cell in the dark, cursing anyone and
everyone he could think of. Still affected by drink, he scowled and tried to
rage against a world that appeared to hate him, but he just did not have the
energy. He was not certain Sir Richard was just making an idle threat when he
threatened to charge him with treason as well. It did rather shock him into how
precarious a situation he'd got himself into. His father really would hate him
if he managed to get charged with treason. He could already hear his mother's
disapproval, how she had always thought he'd end up imprisoned in the Tower.
"I should like to throw you in the tower, Lady McDowell," Hugh murmured to
himself.
Fear crept up on him in the dark, though. While had been in trouble with the
Watch in the past, he had never been arrested before. This was his first time
in the cells, and for once, he was not feeling particularly brave, and not just
because he'd been threatened with treason.
As far as Hugh was concerned, only Sir Roy had ever cared about him. His father
hated him, mostly because they disagreed about everything. Mage Jeremiah was
not the father Hugh had wanted, and hated the confining way he tried to control
his only son. Hugh had barely managed to escape a betrothal when he was 14, as
he had taken quite a disliking to the girl, and not just because she had been
his father's choice. Hugh had known back then that his unnatural desires would
ruin any marriage he would ever have. But he'd had Sir Roy back then, so it
didn't matter. Hugh always imagined they would be together forever, and it
wouldn't matter if he never married.
His mother hated him because she thought he took after his father. Hugh hated
that she thought that way. Hugh did not wish to be like his father at all. He
had made it his life's work to disobey every rule his father ever gave him,
just to show he was nothing like him. It was the only form of rebellion he had
available to him.
The Academy had been Hugh's only sanctuary. Sir Roy's friendship gave him a
reason to live, and Hugh stayed there as long as he could. He rarely went back
to the Manor to see his parents, as he knew it would only result in arguments.
He would watch his father drink too much and tell him everything that was wrong
with him. His mother would sit there meekly, refusing to intervene, though Hugh
could see clearly the rage in her eyes. He was sure if his mother had been able
to leave his father, she probably would have done so. As far as Hugh was aware,
they had not married for love, and had failed to make anything good out of
their marriage. Even their son was a disappointment.
Hugh often wondered what he had done to deserve such an unhappy family. In his
darker moods, he had cursed them and wished it had been his parents that had
died, rather than Sir Roy's brothers. He would sit in his room, consumed by
anger and hatred, and nothing could soothe him until he remembered Sir Roy
loved him, even if no one else did.
Sometimes, it took Sir Roy sitting beside him during those dark times, praying
for his salvation to bring him back. Sir Roy often hated those times, but he
still religiously sat beside him, rosary in hand, praying for as long as it
took for Hugh to break out of his deep melancholy. Sir Roy would hold his hand,
sometimes he would brave a kiss to his temple, and sometimes, he even just held
him gently and whispered to him how much he cared about him. Hugh wouldn't hear
him at first. All he could see was a blackness surrounding him and consuming
him. It often felt like it was twisting his insides until they hurt, and his
heart ached terribly, as if it had been ripped out of his chest and trampled.
Sometimes, Hugh would cry. Sometimes, he would sit there, wishing he would cry.
One time, Sir Roy had touched his hand to his heart, the rosary wound around
his fingers, and whispered every Latin prayer he could remember. Hugh had
taught him many of them, and the language had slowly begun to calm him, though
it did take a while for Sir Roy's prayers to penetrate into his mind. As he
whispered a Hail Mary to him, repeating it over and over again, Hugh began to
cry, and he could've sworn he felt the blessed Virgin touching his heart and
felt her hand upon his cheek. It was overwhelming, and Sir Roy held him as he
wept, inconsolable.
In many ways, Hugh was not a very good Catholic. He did his best to live up to
God's wishes for him, but when the rage and melancholy overwhelmed him, he
abandoned his faith and gave in to the Devil's desires. He cursed his mother
and father. Sometimes, he broke a few other commandments, too, and cared not
for what it might do to his soul.
And yet, Hugh would always repent and confess once it was over. He would go
alone to the only Catholic meeting house in town, hidden behind an old ale
house, and he would kneel before the figures of Mary, and Christ crucified, and
he would confess until he had no breath left in him. Though Hugh would never
tell Sir Roy, he knew the pain of bruised knees. It was his punishment for the
rage he felt inside him. He would ask all the saints to free him from his rage,
though they never seemed to hear him. No, it was Sir Roy's love, and God's love
that kept him going, because he had no love from anyone else in all the world.
And that hurt the most. Without them, he was lost.
He knew he was lost, then, as he sat there alone in his cell. He was completely
alone in the world, now that Sir Roy had left him. His parents hated him, and
Sir Roy had chosen to leave him. With no other friends at the Academy, he did
not even have anyone to bail him out. And there was still the threat of treason
hanging over his head. He did not feel at all comfortable that it was not going
to come to pass. Perhaps, in a few days, he'd be taken to the Tower of London,
and, well, he was Catholic, maybe His Majesty wouldn't need any other reason to
execute him.
Overcome with fear and loneliness, he found himself on his knees, praying to
the Angels that God still loved him. He needed to feel His love, just to know
there was still someone in the world who loved him, even if no one else did.
Tears came to his eyes as he prayed, his rosary clutched to his chest as he
knelt on the floor of his cell. He dared not pray in Latin, knowing it would
give him away as a Catholic. Praying in English did not comfort him, though,
and he prayed all night, hoping, just for a moment, to feel God's love in his
heart, but he was not sure it had been granted. If even God had abandoned him,
what hope was left?
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Sir Roy woke a little before dawn. He did not need to look beneath the sheets
to know what had happened. The dream was still fresh in his mind, and it
lingered persistently, threatening to make him hard all over again. He closed
his eyes and said the Lord's Prayer, hoping it might make the dream go away,
but all it did was continue the narrative in his mind. Every disturbingly
erotic detail played back to him.
Frustrated, he turned over onto his stomach, burying his head under the
blankets. In his head, Lord Aylesford was anointing him, just like he had at
the bath house. Except this time, they were in the Earl's private chapel, St
James' Church, and Sir Roy was lying on the altar, naked, as the similarly
naked Earl anointed every part of his body.
Sir Roy could not abide such sacrilege, and yet, he was still painfully hard.
The Earl was similarly aroused, and it confused him. The Earl climbed onto the
altar with him and lay on top of him. He was murmuring prayers in a language
that was not English, though he was speaking too fast for Sir Roy to understand
what he was saying, even if he had known the language.
As Lord Aylesford sat up, Sir Roy gasped as he grew wings and appeared then as
Saint Michael the Archangel. He offered benediction and absolution, and offered
a hand to him, to lift him up in glory. Sir Roy could barely reach him, though,
as if something else was pulling him down. He dared not believe it could be
Lucifer, and out of fear, this time, he took the Archangel's hand. As they
stood together on the altar, Sir Roy could feel what he assumed were wings on
his back. He dared not look to see what colour they were, though. He assumed
they would be blackened with sin, rather than the pure white of Lord
Aylesford's wings.
"I come to raise you up to the Heavens, my love. All sin has been washed away.
Only God's pure love fills us now," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy dared not believe what happened after that. He could only curl up,
desperately trying to be rid of his arousal as they committed a carnal sin in
the House of God. Sir Roy, in the dream, had loved every moment of it, from the
way the Earl's wings touched him and wrapped around him, to the way he moved
inside him as they lay together on the altar. They spilled their seed inside
each other, and Lord Aylesford held him tight, murmuring his love and blessings
to him.
It was as Lord Aylesford penetrated him a second time that Sir Roy found
himself wracked with pleasure as he lay in bed in the dark. He had not had to
touch himself, but he had come hard into the bed. But it was still not enough.
In a desperate bid to be rid of his arousal before he awoke was to give in and
touch himself, stroking himself until he was finally spent and his arousal gone
completely. He had never experienced anything like it before, and wondered what
could make such a thing happen.
He got out of bed then, and did his best to clean himself up. His mattress was
stained and damp, as was his nightshirt. Not wishing to be interrupted, he
locked his door, and stripped naked. It was then that he saw the single white
feather on the bedside table. Backing off, he was caught by a strong pair of
arms, and as he turned around, he saw the still Angelic Lord Aylesford standing
naked before him. Sir Roy was afraid, seeing him shining as brightly as Saint
Michael with his sharp sword and white wings. Sir Roy crumbled before him in
shame, prostrating himself in fear as he confessed to what he had done.
He expected the Archangel to punish him. He had sinned before the Lord, and
committed a grievous sin of the flesh. As the Archangel bid him kneel against
the side of the bed, Sir Roy found himself weeping as he confessed every sin,
every fantasy, every dream, and every time he had allowed another man to touch
him sexually. For every sin he confessed, the Archangel struck him with a whip.
Sir Roy felt it was the least he deserved for what he had done, and he begged
for absolution. Eyes soaked with tears, he looked up as a bright light appeared
before him. Lord Aylesford appeared before him again, but this time crucified
as Christ had been. He did not live, though. Saint Michael pierced his heart
with his sword, and blood flowed down his chest and onto the bed. Sir Roy cried
out in anguish as he watched him fading away, his life taken from him for the
baronet's sins. Sir Roy protested, but it could not be stopped.
A hand touching his back startled him, and it took a moment to realise that
this time, he was really awake, and that he had been simply dreaming before.
His nightshirt was sweaty and stuck to his skin, and he prayed he had not
spilled any seed where it would be noticed. He did not wish to embarrass
himself. Looking around, filled with confusion and fear, he saw Sir Richard
sitting on the bed beside him.
"Are you alright, Sir Roy? I heard you screaming all the way down the hall,"
Sir Richard said, keeping his voice soft.
"I am plagued by the most horrifying dreams, Sir Richard. Saint Michael came to
me, and he - no, I cannot speak about them for they disturb me greatly. I
should not wish to trouble you with them," Sir Roy managed to say.
Sir Richard did not ask for an explanation. He sat him up and brought him into
his arms, giving him all the comfort he could. "I would not wish to know, if
you do not wish to tell me. I will stay here with you. I think you are in need
of more comfort than you are willing to admit."
In the quiet silence of night, Sir Richard's presence was welcomed. Sir Roy
held him close, knowing he needed someone to reassure him. He was not sure of
the purpose of such a dream, but perhaps his mind was simply rebelling at what
he had done with the Earl. Perhaps Saint Michael was warning him, telling him
not to allow such intimacy with the Earl if he did not wish to be punished
further. The thought that his sins would cost him the Earl's life horrified
him, and he did not know if it was something he should be afraid of, or if it
was just the anxieties of his mind playing out.
"Sir Richard, I ... I have dreamt this night that Lord Aylesford will be taken
from me because of my sins. I am afraid it was a warning from Saint Michael
himself, but I am not sure. I am so worried and my mind is filled with such
terrible thoughts. I could not bear it if Lord Aylesford were to die. Do you
think I have dreamt true? I have not had any such dreams before, but if the
warning was so dire, perhaps God - maybe He would send me such a -"
Sir Richard silenced him. "I do not think you have dreamt true. I think you are
just working through your grief. After all, you have lost your four brothers,
and your father, as well as your friendship with Mr McDowell. I am not at all
surprised you are dreaming such things about Lord Aylesford. You do not wish to
lose him too, just as you have lost everyone else you love. Come, get changed,
and come to bed with me. I think you require companionship tonight."
Sir Roy thought that made enough sense to believe it, for now. Appreciating Sir
Richard's offer, he quickly changed into a fresh nightshirt, and with his robe
wrapped protectively around him, followed Sir Richard back to his bedroom. Sir
Roy did hesitate a moment as he watched Sir Richard get back into bed, but not
wishing to be alone anymore, he soon took his place beside him. Sir Richard's
bed was warm, and he liked having him there beside him.
"I think Lord Aylesford was right. You are not ready for all the responsibility
you now bear," Sir Richard said as he observed him.
"I never wanted any of this. It was never meant to be mine. I was not prepared
to take the title, and I am still unsure I can do it. But I don't know who to
turn to. I am not close to my mother, and Mr McDowell would not be of much
help. I feel so terribly alone," Sir Roy said.
Sir Richard gently reached for his hand and brought him close. "I will always
be here, as will Lord Aylesford. You are never alone, Sir Roy, not while we are
here."
Sir Roy appreciated the gesture. "Thank you, Sir Richard. I feel so foolish to
have been so disturbed in my sleep, and I fear I may have woken the whole
household, but I am glad you do not judge me for it. I feel I ought not to be
grieving, because Sir Daniel was but a stranger to me, but I fear death haunts
me now, and I cannot escape its grasp. I feel like God punishes me for reasons
that I cannot understand."
"You don't have to hide yourself from me. I was also born with the same
unnatural desires that you are struggling with. I know how much of a challenge
it is, and I know the shame you currently hold in your heart. I know it, and I
will keep silent about it. You will find your peace, if you believe it exists,"
Sir Richard said.
Sir Roy looked at Sir Richard, unable to believe what he was saying. "No. Why
would you say such a thing to me? I am not like that, I-"
Sir Richard rested his hand on his leg. "I know, Sir Roy, and I will not shame
you like I was shamed. I can see it in your eyes. I can see how you struggle. I
know it, because I saw it in my own eyes once, when I was much younger. I would
look at myself and see all those sins I was born with, and I hated myself for
it. I punished myself, too. I tried so hard to be a good Christian, but I never
felt like I would ever make it. I know you have struggled with this too, but
there is hope. There is life."
Sir Roy shook his head, unwilling to believe him. "There is no hope. I will be
condemned, I am sure of it."
"No, you will not. Or, if you will be condemned, I will be condemned along with
you. If that is the price we pay for the love we have experienced with Lord
Aylesford, then I will die gladly, knowing I have been a good man who has
experienced what it is to be loved unconditionally," Sir Richard said.
Sir Roy looked at him, confused. Lord Aylesford had told him he had only ever
loved one other man, but had not told him who. Sir Roy found it hard to believe
it was the man sitting beside him. "You loved Lord Aylesford?"
Sir Richard nodded. "I was his lover and companion during my Apprentice year. I
can see the same love in your eyes, too. How you cried about him dying tonight!
It carried all the pain you had no other voice for. It is such a powerful love,
Sir Roy. It will seep into your bones and creep into your heart. It will change
your life, as it has changed mine, and all for the better. He is a saint, that
man. I cannot believe he is condemned for his love. He is too blessed to be
condemned. If God approves of him, then He cannot possibly disapprove of us."
Sir Roy studied his face, seeing how emotional he was becoming as he thought of
the love he had shared with the Earl. Sir Roy had thought, at the back of his
head, that the Earl had obviously had other lovers in the past, but he had not
really thought about it properly, nor thought about who they might've been.
"How many of us have shared his love, Sir Richard?" Sir Roy said.
"If you mean, how many has he taken as his lovers? Then the answer is many. But
if you are asking how many has he loved? Then the answer is just three," Sir
Richard said.
Sir Roy was surprised. "Three? Who are they then?"
Sir Richard shrugged. "There is Lady Aylesford, whom he loves with passionate
desire. There was once myself, and he cared for me like no one ever has before
or since. Now there is you, Sir Roy. I have seen it in his eyes. He loves you
as much as he loved me."
"Oh, I am sorry. Does he not love you anymore?" Sir Roy asked.
"Oh, he still loves me in his own way, but we are not lovers anymore. I was
only with him a year, but he changed my life. I would not be the man I am today
without Lord Aylesford's love," Sir Richard said. "No, you are his lover now,
and I wish you every blessing I received when I shared his bed."
Sir Richard took Sir Roy's hand, then, and Sir Roy looked up at him. There was
comfort in his presence, and Sir Roy did realise how much he appreciated having
someone with him who understood his unnatural desires. Sir Richard brought him
close then, and Sir Roy began to feel like his grief was beginning to wane,
just a little bit.
"I cannot imagine what it would be like to have the dream you have had tonight,
even though I do not know all the details. I am sure I do not need to know to
understand how it has affected you. I worry every time Lord Aylesford goes to
war that he will not come back. Every battle is terrifying. I pray for his safe
return every time he is in danger, because I cannot imagine life without him.
But God does not put men like Lord Aylesford in the world, only to take them
away before their time. No, I am sure he will be with us for much longer, and
hopefully, until you are old and grey," Sir Richard.
"I hope you are right, Sir Richard. I am not sure I could live without him,
either. You are right, he is a saint, and I thank God he is in my life," Sir
Roy said.
Sir Richard brought him close, and pressed a kiss to Sir Roy's temple. Sir Roy
leant against him, and allowed himself to settle into his arms. They didn't
speak any further, and after a while, they settled down to sleep. Sir Roy did
not protest Sir Richard's desire to hold him close. It was precious comfort
that Sir Roy needed.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Sir Roy was surprised to find a small paper bird perched on his windowsill one
afternoon a few days later. What made Sir Roy pay attention was the fact it was
moving, pecking its little paper beak against the glass as it tried to get his
attention. Sir Roy had a vague idea he knew what it was, though he had never
seen it before. Back at the Academy, he had heard talk of a spell to bring
paper to life, and it could be used to send messages very quickly. A message
from Birmingham to London could arrive in a matter of hours, as opposed to the
two days it might take a messenger to ride there.
Carefully opening the window, Sir Roy let the paper bird in, and he watched,
entranced, as it flew through the window and landed on his bed. There, it
settled down to sleep, as if it had been tired from the journey. Sir Roy went
to pick it up, but as soon as he touched it, the magic ended, and it was just a
piece of paper, then, folded into the shape of a bird. Amazed, he unfolded the
paper and found a message written on the inside. The large piece of paper
before him did not seem like it had once been a tiny bird, but Sir Roy
suspected that was part of the magic.
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It has just gone noon here in London on what I trust is still the 15th of June
back in Birmingham. I believe it should have taken no more than two hours for
my message to arrive, which should make it around two in the afternoon when you
are reading these words, Sir Roy. Go on, I should check your pocket watch, my
friend, just to see if I am right.
Startled by such an introduction to a letter, Sir Roy did indeed check his
watch; it was a little after two, just like Lord Aylesford had predicted. He
could not believe what he was reading. "How is this magic real? I thought it
was just theoretical. Two hours! I can scarcely ride to Warwick in that time,
let alone ride all the way to London!"
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There, I trust I have made my point, Sir Roy. It is time to teach you some
magic, now that you are aware of its marvellous abilities.
I know you would have heard of this kind of magic at the Academy at some point,
but I doubt if you have ever seen it done. It was taught to me by Lord
Stafford, who learnt it from Lord Albion, who created it. It is a very simple
spell, and I doubt you will need any extra initiations to cast it. I trust you
are familiar with the following gestures?
Sir Roy looked at the list of eight symbols that followed, and found he did
indeed recognise them all. He was surprised it did not contain any Animal
magics, since the paper had been made to act like a bird, but perhaps it was
just an effect of the wind magic the spell mostly involved.
"That's Sparrow, Air's Guardian of the swift winds. Then the three gestures to
invoke the fast trade winds. The fifth marks the destination, the sixth, the
origin, and the seventh invokes protections for the message. The last one is
our personal sigil to identify who has sent it." Sir Roy paused a moment. "Did
I ever finish my sigil? I know I started it, but I can't remember if I ever
settled on one I liked. I'll have to finish that if I want to make use of this
spell."
Sir Roy read on as Lord Aylesford detailed the precise steps needed to cast the
spell. Lord Aylesford had drawn diagrams of each gesture he might possibly
need, with specific gestures for Aylesford House in London, and Packington Hall
and Castle Bromwich Hall in Birmingham so the messages would be correctly
addressed. He had also included instructions for how to correctly fold the
paper, as well as instructions for how to create the paper needed to cast it in
the first place.
As Sir Roy had suspected, there was a special gesture to make the paper shrink
down before you folded it, which was why the paper he was reading was so much
larger, and contained as much information as it did. He would also need to make
some magic ink to write with, but Sir Roy was not daunted by that. Magical ink
making had been one of his favourite classes, and he had made sure he had
plenty of ingredients at the Hall when he left the Academy, so he could
continue making them. Sir Roy found him most moved by the last part of the
Earl's letter.
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I write to you to teach you this magic spell to give you a way to write to me,
should you need to, in a way that will be fast and utterly secret. No one will
discover what we write here, because the ink is invisible, and the protective
magics on the message keep it safe from harm. I have never lost a message yet,
and neither has anyone else who has used it. Being so designed for private
conversation, I feel I should encourage you to write as freely as you dare if
you write me a message like this back to me. Your words will only be read by
me. I hope you do write back to me. I shall miss you while I am away, and you
may be the only thing that brightens my day while I am here dealing with
Parliamentary business. I should not worry about when you send them, either.
The magic remains active until the recipient has opened it, as I hope you will
have discovered as you have opened this letter. I will receive any letters you
send, and will reply as swiftly as I can.
I hope this will help pass the time until we are together again. Even if you do
not write back, I will write every day. I may not be able to be there with you
in body, but my words will find your heart, and that will be enough for me.
Much love and affection
Aylesford>
Sir Roy decided he was definitely going to write back. He trusted the magic was
reliable, and having a private means of communicating with the Earl made him
dizzy with excitement. He need not worry that any letter he gave to the postal
carriages would be secretly read before it reached him, or stolen away for
blackmail. He would probably still be careful about what he said, but he would
not need to censor himself as much as he might if he was sending an ordinary
letter via the usual means. And it would arrive in two hours! Two hours! Sir
Roy still could not believe how fast that was. He could not conceive of
communication being so fast unless it was by magical means.
"Two hours! My Lord, you have given me such a great gift, I scarcely know how
to thank you," Sir Roy said, amazed at the magic laid out before him.
Taking the Earl's letter to what was now his study, he copied the instructions
he needed to cast the spell into his magic journal. It was already filled with
much of the magic he'd learnt at the Academy, and he enjoyed adding yet another
spell to the collection. Tomorrow, he would begin making the ink and the paper,
and maybe once that was done, he would write his first message to the Earl.
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Sir Roy was hardly aware of the next few weeks passing. He was spending a lot
of time at the barracks. Staying overnight after his shifts at the guest house
with Sir Richard, he would do drills in the morning with Sir Richard before
heading home. It became a good routine, and it helped him stop thinking about
Hugh, and about Lord Aylesford. It also kept him away from his mother as much
as possible. The more nightly shifts he did with the watch, the more confident
he felt, though he still deferred to Sir Richard in any confrontational
situation.
In the absence of Lord Aylesford, Sir Richard had stepped in to train Sir Roy
in how to shoot and fight, and while Sir Roy could still not hit a target
precisely, he at least knew how to use the pistol, and combined with some good
riding drills, he felt more like a soldier. His growing confidence allowed him
to feel like he knew what he was doing, particularly as he came to trust the
men he was serving with.
Sir Roy had taken full advantage of the magical messaging spell Lord Aylesford
had taught him, and they had exchanged many letters, particularly once Lord
Aylesford told him which gesture to use for the guest house at the barracks,
given how much time Sir Roy was spending there. Sir Roy did not feel that the
Earl was so far away when he knew he could send him a message, and in two
hours, it would be with him.
Knowing he was free to write as he pleased, Sir Roy offered him all the
thoughts in his mind, from some of his remaining doubts about his faith, to
more sinful thoughts about how Sir Roy would really like to have Lord Aylesford
in bed with him. Sometimes, they just talked about life. Sir Roy would update
him about his training with Sir Richard, and Lord Aylesford told him all about
London and what it was like.
Sir Roy enjoyed their conversations, and it was thanks to a very long and
detailed series of theological letters that Sir Roy came to understand Lord
Aylesford's beliefs about the nature of God as a loving God, and accepted them
for himself, after finally being convinced they were not heretical. It helped
him accept his sinful desires as something he should not be ashamed of, even
though he felt he might always have a small part of his mind that would still
think they were sinful. Sir Roy felt he had nothing left to lose now, and if he
was going to die young like his brothers, he might as well die knowing he had
not wasted his life and had loved as wholly as he could.
When Sir Roy was not exchanging letters with the Earl, he was spending time
with Sir Richard. After that first shift, their friendship had only grown, and
they found they both had much in common. Sir Roy had taken to staying overnight
in the guest house with Sir Richard after their shifts, and it gave them plenty
of time to get to know each other. Certainly, Sir Roy had liked him well enough
at the Academy, but he had not particularly known him very well outside of
class, and he was enjoying making friends with him properly. Considering how
close their estates were, Sir Roy found it surprising they were not better
acquainted. They often talked about magic, of course, and Sir Richard taught
him a little more magic that he had found useful in his duties as a watchman.
Sir Richard's magical tuition would also come to include initiations into two
of the second four elements, Electricity and Mineral, as Sir Roy discovered one
morning after their shift on the Watch. Sir Richard said it would enable Sir
Roy to work some quite ingenious magics that could be used to protect buildings
and to stop criminals from getting away. When Sir Roy questioned his decision
to initiate him into the two higher elements usually reserved only for
Apprentices and degreed wizzards, Sir Richard brushed his concerns away.
"You have already been accepted into an Apprenticeship at the Academy. You
would be undergoing these rites anyway. I see no reason why I should not
continue to teach you, even though you will not officially be studying at the
Academy. I will not lose such a great talent as you because of superstition. I
know you desire to learn magic, Sir Roy. Would you really have me stop teaching
you completely?" Sir Richard said to him.
Sir Roy needed little time to answer. "No, Sir Richard, I should not wish you
to stop. Lord Aylesford has given me more strength to accept who I am, and I
will not allow my superstitious mother to stop me learning magic. This is where
my greatest skill lies, and if I could continue to study under your tuition, I
would be forever in your debt, Sir Richard."
"I will not hold the debt against you. I would see you become a Grand Magus
first, and then I will feel like I have done my job," Sir Richard said. He took
a small box out of his coat pocket and handed it over to Sir Roy. "I have
permission from Lord Albion to give you this, as well. You will need it for the
initiations, anyway, but I felt you had more than earnt the right to wear it,
even if you are not officially studying at the Academy anymore. I have your
Apprenticeship certificate, as well, which I will give you once we are done
here, to prove you are qualified, should you wish to study at another Academy."
Sir Roy had a feeling he knew what was in it, but he didn't allow himself to
think it until he opened the box and saw his Apprentice ring sitting upon a
small soft cushion of velvet. Smiling broadly, he took it out and looked at it
closely. It was made of silver, and bore the Arms of the Academy, along with
the mark of the Apprentice, which was two small stars on either side of the
Arms. On the inside of the band, Sir Roy found his name of power and his rank
engraved, along with his sigil. He had forgotten about that one; he had been
using a brand new one in his letters to Lord Aylesford, but he was sure this
one would still work. He could feel the power imbued in the ring as he slipped
it onto the middle finger of his right hand.
"Sir Richard, I cannot thank you enough for this. I never thought I would get
one of these, not after I left. I didn't think I'd be allowed to wear one if I
wasn't officially enrolled at an Academy," Sir Roy said.
"Lord Albion insisted you have it, actually, once I told him I was teaching you
magic while we served at the Watch together. You were already down as an
Apprentice at the Academy anyway, and you know we don't insist our Apprentices
live on campus, so as far as he's concerned, you're still with us. I still need
to discuss this with Lord Aylesford, of course, as I am not certain what his
plans are for you. I do not think he plans to keep you in the Watch
permanently, though I am not sure if he has discussed the matter with you yet.
Until then, these initiations are just for the Watch," Sir Richard said.
Sir Roy was both elated and confused. "This is the first I have heard of Lord
Aylesford's plans, Sir Richard. Lord Aylesford wishes to teach me magic, too,
and offered to supervise me as his Apprentice. But it is probably best left in
my Lord's hands for now, until I know what he wishes me to do. I would
willingly be your Apprentice as much as I would be Lord Aylesford's; it is of
no concern to me who teaches me, if you are both willing to have me. I have
great respect for you both, and would be honoured to serve my Apprenticeship
with either of you."
"We will discuss this when Lord Aylesford returns, I imagine, but for now, let
us get on with this first initiation. Settle down, and sit in the circle with
me."
Sir Roy did as he was told, sitting opposite Sir Richard in the rope circle
they had laid out in a room in the guest house at the barracks. Sir Richard
often used it for magic, and it had protective magics drawn all over the walls.
Sir Roy felt safe enough, though, and he wondered if this initiation would be
different to the ones he'd already experienced. He had heard the second for
elemental initiations were much more intense than the first four, which was why
they were restricted to Apprentices and above.
Sir Richard reached for Sir Roy's hands, and held them firmly. "Now, I am going
to initiate you into Electricity today. In a week, we will do Mineral. Both
these elements are more intense than the first four, and you will need the time
to recover from them. I would not do them if I did not think you could cope,
though, so I hope you will trust me and allow me to open you up to these new
forms of magic."
"I trust you, Sir Richard. Lead me into knowledge, master," Sir Roy said,
finishing with the traditional request that began every elemental initiation.
Sir Roy felt his hands tingling as Sir Richard began channelling Electricity.
Soon, the element surrounded them. It felt sharp, and powerful, bright, and
painful. Sir Roy felt like a thousand tiny cuts were being made into his skin,
though he knew that was not the case. Elemental initiations never caused
physical pain.
Electricity's voice was indecipherable. It hissed and buzzed, and Sir Roy felt
dizzy until Sir Richard touched a finger to his forehead and cleared the way
for the element to meet him properly.
"I am Ambrose, of the Second Order, and I call upon the element of Electricity.
I bring the novice Odysseus into your presence to initiate him into your power.
He has the blessings of Flame and of Earth, of Air and of Water, and comes
seeking knowledge. Accept him, Electricity, into your embrace," Sir Richard
said, beginning the rite.
Sir Richard was using the sacred names of power all wizzards were given upon
their very first initiation as a child. It was not a name to be shared around,
and few wizzards really knew the names of many other wizzards, if they knew any
at all. Only Archmages of Academies, and wizzards who were allowed to perform
elemental initiations, were allowed to access the Book of Names, where the
names of every wizzard going back two hundred years was written. Anyone who
betrayed the secrecy of the Book of Names often found themselves cursed and
nameless, such was the importance of keeping the book hidden and its knowledge
safe. The book had been very important when magic had been first discovered,
because it kept safe the identities of those men who had begun experimenting
with it, and in a world that was not at all welcoming to witches and magic,
secrecy was vitally important until such time as magic became acceptable fifty
years later when it had proved to be real, and beneficial to society.
Upon hearing his name of power, Sir Roy could not help remembering his very
first initiation, which was with Water. She was always the first, and all names
came from Water. Sir Roy could still remember the lilting voice of Water
whispering his name to him as she claimed him as her own. Odysseus the
Wanderer, she had called him. He who wanders and is lost, who seeks the sacred
fire. Her waves washed around him and over him, and as a six year old, he had
been both terrified and calmed by her presence.
No mysteries had been revealed, but Water had opened up the magical ability
inside him, and once it was over, he remembered standing by his bedroom window,
staring out at the moon, awed by how he felt. The world had been opened up to
him, and he could feel its power keenly, even if he had no real capacity to
understand it or use it yet. He had not been able to sleep for three days; his
mind was filled with Water's whisperings, and her gentle caresses. She had
mothered him through those first initiations, and Sir Roy was not sure he would
have come out of it sane if she hadn't been there to calm him, washing away his
fears and anxieties as he had his first meetings with powers he barely knew how
to comprehend.
Electricity did not feel like Water, though. Electricity sparked around him,
though at least he could hear its voice now. It was sharp and abrasive, and it
hurt his ears as it spoke to him. He could not work out if it had a gender like
the first four elements.
'Odysseus the novice, you come seeking the knowledge of Electricity. I am
difficult to tame, and I can give life as I take it away. Is your heart true?
Are you strong? Do you feel you have the authority to tame me?'
"I have no power over any element, least of all you, Electricity. Allow me to
bring you into the world as I channel your magics. I am strong of heart and
body, and I come with the support of the First Four behind me. I have the
patience of Earth, the adaptability of Water, the swiftness of Air, and the
passion of Flame. I have proved my worth to them, and I ask you to accept me
into your arms," Sir Roy said, the words coming freely to his mind as he spoke.
He had been through enough initiations to know what he was meant to say.
Electricity streaked all around them, creating a bubble of energy. It sparked
and reached out to touch them. Sir Roy felt Electricity testing him, seeking
out his heart and mind, to see if he had spoken true. Its embrace was not kind,
and even though Sir Roy knew he was not in any physical danger, he still felt a
little anxiety as Electricity crept up his back and around his head. Sir Roy
thought it felt like a lizard as it surrounded him and embraced him. A sparking
hand moved over Sir Roy's heart, and he felt the now-familiar jolt through his
chest as the element accepted him.
'You are a strange being, Odysseus. But now you are mine. Are you ready to know
my mysteries, child?'
"I am ready to seek your mysteries. I come seeking the mysteries of the
elements. I wish to master myself, and know myself through the power of the
elements. Teach me, Electricity, that I may become all that I am meant to be,"
Sir Roy replied.
There was a flash, and Electricity revealed its first mystery before Sir Roy's
very eyes. He was still not used to the profound nature of these mysteries, and
this one was just as profound, even though Sir Roy knew there were greater
mysteries waiting for him to discover. He would dream of Electricity's first
mystery for a week afterwards.
"The rite is done. Odysseus has been accepted. Ambrose of the Second Order bids
goodbye to you, Electricity. Be at peace as you leave us. You will always be
welcome here," Sir Richard said, dissipating the energy around them.
It took another half an hour and a little Earth magic to fully discharge the
lingering Electricity energy in the room. Sir Roy was anxious and agitated,
overwhelmed by the Electricity flowing inside him. He did generally feel this
way once a new element was added to his arsenal, but Electricity was
particularly more lively than he was used to, and it took one last burst of
Earth magic from Sir Richard to ground him completely and settle his nerves.
Sir Roy was still a little jittery, though, and Sir Richard took him for a walk
outside in the grounds afterwards, insisting he be barefoot as a final method
of grounding him. They walked in silence for the most part. Sir Roy had too
much to think about, but he appreciated Sir Richard's attentive care as he
watched over him that afternoon after the initiation.
Sir Roy did not discuss the first mystery he had been shown until after supper
that evening, when the household was generally asleep, and they would not be
disturbed. While Sir Richard did not give him all the answers, he did give him
enough to steer him in the right direction so he could seek the knowledge for
himself. After one last elemental grounding before bed, Sir Roy finally allowed
his exhaustion to overcome him, and he fell fast asleep.
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A week before Lord Aylesford was to return, a letter and a small parcel arrived
at the Hall for Sir Roy by coach from London, instead of by their now-familiar
use of magical letters. Not expecting a parcel, Sir Roy was pleased to find
Lord Aylesford's seal on the back of the envelope. It seemed he had sent him a
small gift. Sir Roy took the parcel to his room and asked to be left alone, not
wishing for anyone to see what the Earl had sent him.
He read the letter first. It was short, but not absent of affection for Sir
Roy. He blushed as he read it; he was still not used to receiving letters
filled with such love and longing for him. Not even Hugh had ever written to
him like this.
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Sir Roy, my dear friend,
I pray you are well, and hope you are enjoying life more than I am. Aylesford
House chills my bones, and I wish you were here to warm my body and soul. I lie
in bed and my body aches for you, knowing you are not here with me. I have
missed you greatly these two weeks, and long to be back with you again. I have
enjoyed your letters, and they have brought me great comfort on these lonely
nights, but I long to hear your voice again, and kiss your sweet lips. Soon!
Oh, how long this last week will be, until I can return home to you and my Lady
Aylesford, and my heart will be well again.
I have sent you a small token of my affection. It was made by the King's
silversmith, with His Majesty's permission, and was blessed in the sacred
waters of St Paul's Cathedral. The five rubies represent the wounds of Christ;
the nails through His hands and feet, the spear that pierced His side, and the
crown of thorns that encircled His head. Washed in His blood, we are freed from
sin, my dear friend. Always remember that, Sir Roy.
I will take you to London one day soon, and show you its humble beauty. There
is so much of the world waiting for you, and I wish to be the one who will show
it all to you, if you would allow me to do so. I wish to show you God's
omnipresent love that resides in the whole of creation.
Stay strong, my friend. I will be with you soon, and I will share my love with
you again. Wear the cross for me, Sir Roy, and you will always carry my love
with you.
Yours in Christ,
Aylesford
Opening the parcel revealed a small silver cross on a long chain. It was
beautifully crafted, and indeed contained five rubies, four at the furthermost
points, and one in the centre where the two parts of the cross met. The space
in between the rubies was filled with intricate carvings, and when Sir Roy
turned it over, he found it had an engraving on the back. It said, 'All Love Is
Sacred To God'.
Sir Roy had never owned anything so beautiful, and he could feel the love
radiating from it as he held it in his hand. Slipping the chain over his head,
he tucked the crucifix under his shirt, wanting to feel the love of the Earl
close to his heart. Indeed, the skin touching it warmed slightly as it sat
there, and Sir Roy knew there was probably some magic in there too, making the
crucifix a physical reminder of the love they now shared.
He lay back, a hand over the hidden crucifix, thinking of the scars Lord
Aylesford carried with him. Sir Roy had not been given enough of a chance to
investigate them fully, and the reminder of Christ's wounds that came with the
crucifix did not diminish Sir Roy's desire to learn the stories of Lord
Aylesford's scars.
He sat up then, and removed his vest and shirt. With just the crucifix around
his neck, he went over to the tall mirror by the dresser to look at it as he
wore it. He had not felt so keen to look at his body before, as he always felt
he was too feminine. Looking at himself now, he could accept he had a good
body. He was lean and fit, though not skinny by any means. The training he'd
been having over the past month was beginning to show its results. He was still
not as fit as Lord Aylesford, though, and he wondered if he would ever look
like that, like how he felt a proper man should look.
His brown hair had always been fairly long, and showed the aftermath of twelve
years living at the Academy. His hair was wild and uncontrollable, and had
several coloured streaks in it already; such was the lot of any wizzard who
experimented with magic for any length of time. He did his best to keep it
relatively neat, but there were just some things that could not be reversed,
and his wild hair was one of them. The only way to keep it relatively
presentable was to keep it tightly braided and bound with magical ribbon, and
Sir Roy only did that when he absolutely had to. When it didn't have to be
presentable, he kept it loose like it was then. Since his initiation into
Electricity, however, his hair had refused to be bound with the ribbons
anymore, and out of resignation, Sir Roy had just left it alone.
Sir Roy was pleased he did not particularly look like a boy anymore. His body
was quite hairy already, and he had to shave every day to keep his beard under
control, though Sir Roy suspected both had been affected by all the magic he'd
been exposed to, and would always grow faster than normal. Feeling curious, he
removed his trousers, hose, and shoes, and allowed himself a moment to take in
his whole body. It was not something he did very often, but he wanted to know
what Lord Aylesford saw in him such that he would consider him beautiful. He
did not particularly think he was, but perhaps he was wrong.
He was definitely growing into a man, and he took some pride in that. He was a
baronet, as well, and he took a moment to let that seep into his soul. He was
not just the youngest son anymore, left to his own devices. He had the title,
and the estate, all of his very own. It made him stand a little taller then,
pushing his shoulders back. He was certainly not as fit as the Earl, nor as
wealthy, but he still felt good about himself for once. Having the title meant
he was not just an ordinary man anymore. He was now a gentleman of independent
means, now that he controlled the estate and its wealth. That would take some
getting used to.
He watched himself get a little hard as he thought of the Earl. He had never
really paid attention to his body and its desires before, except as a marker of
shame and sin, but Lord Aylesford had given him the courage to accept himself
as he was, and he was slowly growing to like it. He reached down and took his
prick in his hand, stroking himself slowly. Gazing down curiously, he watched
his growing arousal. He'd never really paid much attention to it before, and he
spent a moment touching himself in different ways to see how it would feel.
Just as he went to look up at his reflection, there was a flash, and then he
saw Lord Aylesford reflected in the mirror before him. He, too, was naked, and
touching himself.
Sir Roy did not know what to make of the illusion, though if Lord Aylesford
could change a Roman temple into a Christian church by use of magic to create
something solid and real, he did not think this kind of illusion would be any
more difficult for the Earl. Lord Aylesford did not mirror Sir Roy's actions,
but he did get to watch the Earl touching himself. It just made Sir Roy hard,
which he felt was the whole point of this magic.
As he looked closer, Sir Roy felt like the mirror had actually disappeared, as
the surface did not seem to look solid or shiny. He almost went to touch it to
see if it was still solid, but then he caught sight of the Earl's growing
erection, and the thought disappeared from his mind. He felt somewhat ashamed
to think it was a beautiful sight to behold, but at that moment, he wanted
nothing more than to be kneeling at the Earl's feet with his hands touching
that magnificent prick. He wanted to touch it again, and feel it properly. He
wanted to close his hands around it and feel the Earl's hardness. He even
wanted to close his mouth around it and taste him.
As he thought this, he noticed Lord Aylesford was now kneeling on the ground,
and he could see more of the room he was in. It looked like a plush, richly
textured room. There was a luxurious bed behind him, where the Earl had thrown
his clothes, as if he had been eager to attend to his arousal and had not cared
to allow himself to be undressed. It threw Sir Roy, seeing his eagerness. But
then he saw Lord Aylesford's smiling face, gazing longingly up at him, and he
desperately wanted to be in that room with him.
It was not to be, though. As Sir Roy went to see if there was indeed a way in,
his hand infuriatingly touched a solid surface. The magic was powerful, but not
enough to allow them to be together. He would have to make do with watching
him. Still, Sir Roy felt Lord Aylesford had given him permission to indulge in
his desires, and it was enough to make Sir Roy brave enough to continue. It was
a curiously fascinating thing, to be giving himself pleasure as he watched Lord
Aylesford do the same thing in the mirror before him.
No words were spoken between them, though Sir Roy could hear Lord Aylesford's
soft breathing as he stroked his prick. Sir Roy could not take his eyes off
him, watching him bringing himself pleasure. There was a moment when the Earl
placed his hand against the mirror, as if he could see him too, or at least
wanted him to know he was watching him back. That Lord Aylesford was thinking
about Sir Roy as he did so thrilled him, and Sir Roy loved having a chance to
gaze at Lord Aylesford's body freely. Lord Aylesford helpfully touched his
scars with his fingers, as if he somehow knew Sir Roy loved them. Imaging how
Lord Aylesford had acquired them all was the last thought that send Sir Roy
over the edge, and as he watched Lord Aylesford climax, he spilled his seed as
he leant hard against the wall, giving in to the pleasure Lord Aylesford had
shown him.
His face was inches away from the mirror, and Lord Aylesford was still there.
Their eyes met, and Lord Aylesford wore a mischievous smile as he licked his
seed from his hand. His tongue moved over his fingers in a terribly erotic
manner, and if Sir Roy had not been so spent, he might have tried again.
Instead, he copied him, hoping Lord Aylesford could see him too through a
mirror in London. Tentatively, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked the
semen from it, trying to do it like the Earl had done. He had never tasted his
seed before. His own was salty and warm, with an aftertaste that was
reminiscent of milk. He wondered idly what Lord Aylesford's would taste like.
"Is this what you wanted, my Lord?" Sir Roy breathed.
"Everything and more, my love. I miss you. I needed to see you, and I did not
wish to wait until I was back home again," Lord Aylesford whispered back.
"I need you here with me, my Lord. Please come back soon. I cannot abide your
absence much longer," Sir Roy replied.
"Soon, my love. I will be back soon, and then you will be safe in my arms
again," Lord Aylesford promised.
Sir Roy closed his eyes in thanks only briefly but when he looked at the mirror
again, Lord Aylesford's image had vanished. All he saw was himself reflected
back at him. The crucifix sat warm against his chest, and he smiled, thanking
God for granting him such a blessing. Everything had become wonderful since the
Earl had come into his life.
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The last week before Lord Aylesford returned seemed to go on forever. Sir Roy
was busy with his Watch duties, as well as running the estate, and he did not
see Lord Aylesford until they met at the barracks for the next intake of
soldiers a couple of days later. He had spent the month missing him, and after
the magic with the mirror, Sir Roy was willing to admit he loved the Earl,
though he had only admitted it to himself. He knew his feelings were growing
deeper than that, but he didn't want to acknowledge it just yet, not when his
mother was already trying to find an appropriate wife for him. She had been
doing this ever since he'd left the Academy, and it was not entirely pleasant.
Several girls had already been invited over, and Sir Roy had rejected all of
them, even though they would all have made good marriages.
Sir Roy's mind was not on the problem of marriage. Sir Roy's mind mostly
concerned Lord Aylesford. The Earl consumed his thoughts so much that Sir Roy
had actually forgotten all about the meeting with Hugh on his first shift with
the Watch. He hadn't run into Hugh since then, either, and it had proved to be
quite a relief. But if he thought that was going to be the end of it, he was
much mistaken. As he rode out for parade in readiness for Lord Aylesford's
visit, Sir Roy was shocked to see Hugh amongst the new recruits.
Sir Roy rode over beside Sir Richard as he saw him there. "Is that really Mr
McDowell over there in a watchman's uniform? What on earth is he doing here?
Why would a Dissenter want to serve the King?"
Sir Richard had noticed Hugh, as well. "I believe it was his father's decision.
Apparently he owes Lord Aylesford a favour. I wonder if Lord Aylesford will
even accept him. He is not of good character. I would not want him in the
Watch."
"That's what I was thinking," Sir Roy murmured. "I would not trust him as a
watchman at all. I know I am biased in all this, but I don't believe he belongs
here at all."
"Lucky for you, it is not your decision to make. We shall see if Lord Aylesford
accepts him or not. Even if he is accepted, I doubt he will last very long. A
man whose own father does not consider him good enough to inherit his baronetcy
is hardly a man worthy to be a watchman. He is a rake if ever I saw one," Sir
Richard said.
Sir Roy nodded. He hoped they would not be spotted by Hugh as he gathered with
the other new watchmen and yeomen, but he was not to get his wish. Hugh turned
in their direction and rode over to them, though Sir Roy didn't know why he
would even bother talking to him.
"What are you doing here, Mr McDowell? Have you decided to abandon your
Dissenter beliefs and come back to the true Church?" Sir Richard said.
Hugh spat at the ground. "Heretics, the lot of you. I would not be here if I
had any choice in the matter. I should not like to be associated with such a
person as you, Sir Roy. No, this was my father's doing, after you went and
bloody arrested me. Said I needed more discipline. Pah! Like he can talk. He is
as wretched as me. He just hides it better."
Sir Richard considered him. "Mage Jeremiah is more of a gentleman than you ever
will be. No wonder he would rather the title die with him. Good luck being a
watchman, Mr McDowell. I can assure you both I and Lord Aylesford will be
watching you closely. I will not hesitate to throw you out if I believe you
have brought the Watch into disrepute, and if you think it will not affect your
position at the Academy, then I should think again, because I have little
patience for your trouble-making, and would happily expel you from the Academy
if you cause trouble here with the Watch. I will not have a scoundrel like you
giving us all a bad name."
Hugh did not reply. He scowled at Sir Richard again before turning his horse
and riding back to the other recruits.
"Don't worry, Sir Roy. I don't think he will last long at all," Sir Richard
said as they watched him go.
"I hope you are right, Sir Richard."
The call to get into position sounded then, and Sir Roy and Sir Richard found
their place with the other watchmen. The recruits lined up in front of them,
ready to be inspected by Lord Aylesford. Sir Roy thought it strange to be
watching it all from halfway down the parade grounds. He was just a watchman,
then, just another face in the crowd.
Sir Roy watched, disappointed, as Hugh was not turned away as a watchman as
Lord Aylesford moved down the line of new recruits. He swore his oath, and
accepted his position. Sir Roy hoped he would see as little of him as possible.
Hugh's presence was not as distracting as Lord Aylesford's presence, though.
Sir Roy could not help following Lord Aylesford as he rode amongst the men. He
looked just as handsome as he had the first time Sir Roy had seen him ride,
full of pride and majesty. Sir Roy could hardly breath as he watched him,
entranced by how he rode, and the love swelling in his chest. He had not
removed the crucifix since he had received it, and he could feel it warming his
skin as the Earl approached him.
Lord Aylesford offered a smile and handed him a small note as he stopped beside
him. His demeanour softened as he addressed Sir Roy, coming close enough to him
that he did not need to speak too loudly for Sir Roy to hear him. He reached
out and rested a hand on Sir Roy's arm. Sir Roy smiled back, happy to be close
to him again, even though this would be as close as they would get in public.
He found himself lost in the Earl's soft grey eyes as he spoke.
"Sir Roy, I have heard good things about your progress. Good work. I will see
you tomorrow at Packington. We have some matters to discuss, and I wish to do
some more training with you."
"Yes, my Lord. Sir Richard has taught me well in your absence," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford smiled. "Yes, I can feel the changes in you. You smell
different, more powerful. He has been initiating you into the higher elements.
We will be talking about that tomorrow as well."
Sir Roy swallowed. He could feel the desire in the Earl's voice as he spoke,
though he wasn't sure anyone else would have picked it up. "Yes, my Lord. I am
still processing everything, and it has only been two elements, but there was
magic related to the Watch he wanted me to be able to cast, so he had to
initiate me. I hope you do not mind, my Lord."
"I do not mind at all. I would have done them myself if Sir Richard had not
beaten me to it. I may do the last two for you, just so you have them all done.
Then I can begin to teach you properly. I should not want to waste your natural
talent," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy tried to hide his embarrassment, unused to the attention the Earl was
giving him. "I - thank you, my Lord."
The Earl's expression turned more serious then, and Sir Roy sensed that their
personal discussion was over, for the moment. "Sir Roy, I am sure you are aware
Mr McDowell has today been sworn into the yeomanry as a watchman. I am not
unaware of your dispute with Mr McDowell, and if I am to accept him as a
watchman, I need to be sure there will be no trouble between you. Can you
promise me that?"
"Yes, my Lord. If you can arrange it so we see as little of each other as
possible, there will be no problem, my Lord," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford nodded approvingly. "Good man. Be at the estate at eight
tomorrow morning. Bring your best horse and all your gear. We will be working
hard."
Sir Roy bowed his head a little. "Yes, my Lord."
He did not dare look at the note until he was somewhere private. He blushed a
little as he read the short letter. Lord Aylesford wrote how beautiful he had
looked in the mirror as he pleasured himself, and that any time he missed him,
he should just touch the crucifix, and stand before the mirror, and Lord
Aylesford would be right by his side again. He slipped the note into his coat
pocket, appreciating the additional gift Lord Aylesford had given him.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Sir Roy did not appreciate having to set off so early the next morning, though
the fact he would be seeing Lord Aylesford made it worth the effort. It always
seemed to take longer to get to Packington Hall than he felt it should, though
whether this was because Castella walked at an amble the whole way, or because
it was longer than he thought it was, he didn't know. He almost took the
carriage and a couple of horses at his mother's suggestion, but Sir Roy felt
that was too much bother when he was just going to be riding the whole day,
anyway. He might as well get his body used to it on the way there.
Sir Roy enjoyed the ride. The road to Packington was long, but winding, and
took in many pleasant views. Sir Roy did suspect this might be why Castella
never seemed to be in any particular hurry to get there; she was enjoying the
view as much as he was. He pushed Castella as fast as he dared, stopping short
of a canter, just so he didn't tire her out too much before they'd even begun
proper work for the day. They still managed to get to Packington just after
eight, which pleased Sir Roy immensely. He didn't want to be late, if he could
avoid it.
He was less nervous than he had expected. It had been a month since he'd been
at Packington, and he was keen to see Lord Aylesford again. He had missed him
terribly. As he arrived at the Hall, he was met by the game-keeper, who
informed him Lord Aylesford was in the bath house and Sir Roy was to meet him
there. Sir Roy turned his horse and set off to the bath house.
He rode up to the large building and tied off Castella nearby to stop her
wandering. As he dismounted, Sir Roy took a moment to take in the immense size
of the bath house. He hadn't really noticed it the last time he'd been there,
or if he had, he had no memory of it. It really did look just like an old Roman
temple. It sat on the land looking imperious and domineering. Made from carved
stone, it was just as impressively large as Packington Hall itself, though it
served a different function. Sir Roy could not imagine having the land and the
money to build such a grand structure purely for bathing. He was sure he would
not fill his bath house with Pagan gods, though, and he shivered at the thought
of having to see that statue of Mars again.
Hoping he would not have to bathe, Sir Roy entered the bath house. He was
directed through to the frigidarium, where Lord Aylesford was just emerging
from the cold water bath after being in the tepiderium. He smiled as he saw Sir
Roy standing there. Sir Roy did his best not to gaze upon his naked body, even
though he knew that's all he wanted to do. Unnatural thoughts threatened to
return, but he bravely pushed them aside. He was here to work, after all, and
he should not be distracted.
"Ahh, Sir Roy, good of you to arrive. I was just about to have breakfast. Would
you care to join me?" Lord Aylesford said as he wrapped a towel around his
waste.
"Of course, my Lord," Sir Roy answered.
"Attend to me, and we will go together. Castella can be stabled for the
morning. I want to work on your shooting first," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy bowed his head. "Yes, my Lord."
Sir Roy followed Lord Aylesford into the apodyterium to dress him. Sir Roy was
not entirely used to serving in this way, but he knew what to do well enough.
His father had made sure all his sons knew how to serve if it was asked of them
by someone of higher rank. He saw it as a mark of loyalty and devotion, and
instilled the same into his sons, a lesson Sir Roy had never forgotten. His
father had never discussed whether such things still held when serving in a
neo-Roman bath house, though, and Sir Roy hesitated, unsure what he was meant
to do.
"So what is it you wish me to do, my Lord? Are we still following Roman custom
here?" Sir Roy asked.
"We are, Sir Roy. You shall dry me, and then you shall anoint me as I anointed
you the last time you were here. Then you will dress me, and then we can go and
eat," Lord Aylesford said. "There is some oil over on the far table. Make sure
you bless it first. I only keep blessed oil in the tepidarium," Lord Aylesford
said.
Sir Roy bowed his head. "Yes, my Lord."
Sir Roy found the jar of oil on the table the Earl had indicated, and brought
it over to him. He set it down on the bench while he summoned some holy fire.
Sir Roy spoke the spell - "Aleiphos" - as he formed the fingers of his right
hand into the shape of a flame. His hand was engulfed by a soft blue fire, used
for anointing and blessing. He knelt down beside the bench and prepared to
anoint the oil. Pushing his sleeve up with his left hand, he moved his right
hand over the jar, and slowly turned his hand over before placing it in the
oil. There was a blue flash, and the Sir Roy knew the oil had been sanctified
by the change in colour from a pale yellow to gold. Taking his hand out of the
oil, he spoke the final blessings before he could use it.
"Veni, Sancte Spiritus, reple tuorum corda fidelium, et tui amoris in eis ignem
accende," Sir Roy said, making the sign of the cross over the top of the jar.
It was as much a magical spell as a religious prayer.
Sir Roy set the oil aside as he took a towel and began to dry the Earl's body.
Lord Aylesford did not seem to mind that he went slowly and carefully, drying
each part of his body meticulously before moving on. Sir Roy enjoyed the chance
to touch the Earl's body, though he knew drying him was not the only task set
to him, and did not linger as long as he'd like, knowing he had anointing to
do, which would give him another chance to touch him and bless him. After all,
the Earl had blessed him when he'd come here last time, so it did not seem too
much to bless him in return. Sir Roy had been hoping for a chance like this for
a long time, to be able to care for his body and anoint it with oil. It carried
religious connotations he found difficult to ignore, and made it all the more
special.
Taking the oil jar in hand, Sir Roy poured some of the oil into the lid of the
jar, which was made in such a way that it had a shallow dish on top of it.
Holding it in his left hand, he could dip his fingers into the oil and do the
anointing without needing to carry the jar.
"Through this holy sacrament, may the Lord pardon you from whatever sins or
faults you have committed. May you be blessed by the grace of God the Father,
forgiven by our Lord Jesus Christ, and purified by the fire of the Holy Spirit.
Amen," Sir Roy said, reciting what he remembered of the prayer Lord Aylesford
had spoken when he had blessed him a month ago.
Sir Roy did not feel like he was properly authorised to make such blessings
upon the Earl, given he was not an ordained minister of the Church, but he
decided he was not trying to do this out in public and presenting himself as
something he was not, and as such, in the privacy of the Earl's bath house, it
was probably alright.
Dipping his right thumb in the oil, Sir Roy first made the sign of the cross on
Lord Aylesford's forehead. "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.
Amen," Sir Roy said, reciting the proper blessing over the mark. He finished it
off with a kiss, like Lord Aylesford had done.
The same action was repeated on his eyelids, his nose, his ears, and on his
mouth. The sign of the cross was made in oil, then sealed with a kiss before
the blessing was recited. Sir Roy was not at all surprised that the kiss over
the blessing on Lord Aylesford's mouth lingered just a little bit longer.
Sir Roy felt the Earl's hand on his cheek as their lips met, and it felt great
to be so close to him again. Lord Aylesford held him close, and they kissed
tenderly. Sir Roy almost didn't want it to end, but the chance to worship and
consecrate the Earl's body was not one to give up lightly.
"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen," Lord Aylesford murmured
afterwards.
"Amen," Sir Roy added before he continued with the anointing.
Sir Roy proceeded to anoint and bless as many parts of Lord Aylesford's anatomy
as he could name. As he reached his left breast, he paused, brushing a finger
along an old scar.
"How did you get this, my Lord?" Sir Roy said, keeping his voice soft and
reverent.
Lord Aylesford smiled. "I was training with my brothers when I was 12. I didn't
get out of the way fast enough. It looks worse than it was, though. It was not
a deep wound."
Sir Roy brushed it again with his fingers, fascinated and slightly horrified.
Instinctively, he marked the cross on it with oil and spoke the blessing over
it. He may have tentatively licked it with his tongue, ever so slightly, before
he kissed it to seal the blessing.
"Do you like my scars, Sir Roy?" Lord Aylesford said.
"I do, my Lord. I like them very much. I just wish to anoint you like Christ
was anointed. May I do this for you as an offering of my devotion, my Lord?"
Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford nodded his approval. "I cannot ask for anything more."
Sir Roy bowed his head. "Thank you, my Lord."
With Lord Aylesford's permission, Sir Roy continued with the anointing, feeling
able to devote proper attention to him. Worshipping the Earl's body in this way
felt as good as he hoped it would, and he felt privileged to be given a chance
to serve the Earl in this manner.
He paused as he found another scar down trailing down his arm from his right
shoulder. "How did you acquire this one, my Lord?"
Lord Aylesford glanced over at it. "I was ambushed on my way home from
Westminster one evening several years ago. The bastard slashed at me with a
knife, but the watchmen arrived before he could steal anything from me, and it
was a good thing, too, as I had confidential Cabinet papers with me."
Sir Roy gasped, and ran a finger down the scar, wondering how bad it had been.
It was a long scar, almost down to his elbow. He shivered, not wishing to
imagine him in pain like that. At the same time, he could not help imaging how
good it would feel to tend to him, to be able to seal the wound, and bandage it
every day as he waited upon him. Shaking off the imagery, he marked it with the
cross all the way down, and murmured blessings over it. Every mark was kissed,
and then Sir Roy took a slight indulgence as he tenderly licked the scar, mark
by mark, from one end to the other. Before he moved away, he murmured one last
blessing.
Sir Roy was not about to admit how aroused he was getting hearing about the
Earl's scars, though as he moved down his right arm towards his hand, he did
notice the Earl's growing erection out of the corner of his eye. He had a
feeling he should leave that particular part of his body until last.
Lord Aylesford's hands were blessed one after the other. Sir Roy marked the
cross on every part of them, every knuckle, bone, and muscle, and he held his
hands to his lips as he murmured blessings over them. Sir Roy loved his hands,
and there were many small scars all over them. The skin of his palms was rough,
but they were not peasant's hands. They still had a softness and an elegance
about them. He could not help gently sucking each finger tenderly, and he knew
Lord Aylesford appreciated it as he caressed his face.
"Sometimes, I wish you bore the marks of Christ, but sometimes, I would very
much rather you did not," Sir Roy said as he gazed at the Earl's palms.
Lord Aylesford cupped his face gently as he gazed down at the baronet kneeling
at his feet. "Would you love me more if I did?"
"I am not sure, my Lord. I am not sure I could bear the thought of you
suffering as He did," Sir Roy said. "You have scars enough as it is. I should
not wish for you to suffer so."
Lord Aylesford lifted him to his feet and brought him into a tender kiss. Sir
Roy barely had enough time to set the dish of oil down again before he was
swept into his arms. Having the Earl's arms tight around him was a comforting
feeling, and he was so glad he had him back again. Lord Aylesford looked
somewhat flushed as they broke apart.
"Finishing the anointing. Then I will share my love with you," Lord Aylesford
said.
"Yes, my Lord," Sir Roy said as he picked up the dish of oil.
As Sir Roy began on his back, he found another scar across his left shoulder
blade. This one looked deeper, and as he ran a finger down it, it felt like the
bone was damaged. The scar itself looked more recent, and he felt Lord
Aylesford shiver as he touched it. Before Sir Roy could ask, Lord Aylesford
answered him.
"I was caught by an axe blade in the middle of quelling a riot in Leicester
three years ago. If it were not for the prompt treatment I received, I would
have died."
Sir Roy made extra blessings over the scar, relieved that the Earl had survived
it. He set the dish of oil down and embraced the Earl's body as he kissed his
way down the scar, murmuring blessings over it. It felt good to be pressed so
close to him, and he could tell the Earl appreciated the feel of his erection
against his arse.
"Take your time, Sir Roy. We have all morning. I would not wish you to finish
too soon," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy understood his words, and moved on, doing his best to suppress his
arousal enough until it was time to release it. Once he was finished with his
shoulder blades, he painstakingly blessed each and every vertebrae he could
feel, moving his fingers slowly down the Earl's spine as he felt for each one.
As he reached the base of his spine, he lingered a little longer, gently
pressing his tongue against it. Lord Aylesford shivered appreciatively.
Sir Roy suppressed the urge to do more than anoint his body as he got to his
arse. There would be time enough for pleasure, but right now, he was performing
a sacrament, and it required a more reverent mindset. He took a moment to calm
himself as he moved down the back of his legs.
Moving around to bless his knees, Sir Roy found yet another scar. "How did you
acquire this one, my Lord?"
"I was thrown into the side of a barn some years ago during a fight. I grazed
my knee quite badly, and I am thankful that was all I injured," Lord Aylesford
answered.
Sir Roy marked it with the sign of the cross and kissed it. "In nomine Patris,
et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen."
Sir Roy was disappointed there were no more scars once he had finished blessing
and anointing every part of the Earl's body, with the exception of his hard
prick, which was waiting eagerly for Sir Roy's attention.
Kneeling before it, Sir Roy loved the sight of it. He blessed each testicle,
and he took a moment to breath in the Earl's musky scent as he kissed the
crosses he'd marked on them in oil. It was the first time he had really
appreciated a man's smell, and it only made him more aroused. He settled
himself long enough to finish the anointing.
Lord Aylesford did not mind at all that Sir Roy blessed almost every inch of
his prick, kissing it tenderly and caressing it with his fingers. He murmured
the blessings against his skin, and he felt Lord Aylesford shiver as he spoke.
"I would like to drink of your pleasure, my Lord," Sir Roy said as he licked
the head slowly.
"And I should like to share it with you, my love. We can touch each other now,
and I do not wish you to hold back. Taste me, so I may taste of you, and we
shall then know each other as if we had never been apart," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy did not need any further encouragement. Setting the dish of oil aside,
he knelt down properly and took the Earl's prick into his mouth, drawing back
slowly. Sir Roy was unsure how to pleasure the Earl in this way, but he
followed his instincts, and with the devotional aspects of anointing in his
mind, it steered his actions as he touched, stroked, and kissed the Earl's
prick. He particularly loved closing his mouth around the head alone as his
hands, slick with oil, stroked him. The feeling of his prick in his mouth sent
pleasure right to his cock, and he had to take a moment to unbutton his
trousers to free his aching erection. He did not touch himself yet, though.
That was for Lord Aylesford to deal with, once he had spilled his seed.
"I'm coming, Sir Roy. Give me everything," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy had felt it, and he cupped his hands around the Earl's prick and opened
his mouth in readiness, as if he were about to receive the body and blood of
Christ during the sacrament of Holy Communion. He closed his eyes and gave
himself over to him as he felt Lord Aylesford's warm seed spill onto his hands
and into his mouth. Sir Roy loved how it felt on his tongue, and how there was
a little sweetness to it. He let it linger a moment before swallowing it.
Gazing down at his hands, he saw that there was a little on his right thumb,
and Sir Roy could not help marking the cross on his forehead in blessing.
"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen," Sir Roy murmured. "I
thank you, my Lord, for this blessing."
Lord Aylesford stroked his head gently as he smiled down at him. "You will
always be favoured in the eyes of God. Stand, so I may receive your blessings
in return."
Sir Roy stood, and Lord Aylesford took his hands. They were still covered by
his semen, and Sir Roy felt it an exquisite pleasure to be able to watch as
Lord Aylesford tenderly cleaned his hands. Lord Aylesford kept his gaze as he
knelt down before him, and Sir Roy had to bite his bottom lip as the Earl eased
his trousers down to his ankles and closed his mouth around his prick.
Lord Aylesford knew what he was doing, and Sir Roy felt his knees weaken. He
was not sure he could remain standing much longer, but as if he had read his
mind, Lord Aylesford steadied him with his arms, and Sir Roy found himself able
to bear it. Lord Aylesford pleasured him eagerly, and it did not take long
before Sir Roy had left his seed in the Earl's mouth. Sir Roy's breath caught
in his throat as he looked down to see the Earl smiling up at him, licking his
lips clean. Sir Roy was touched by the look of genuine joy on his face. The
Earl had not done this out of any kind of obligation towards him, but purely
out of love for him.
Lord Aylesford brushed his right thumb across the head of Sir Roy's prick. He
repeated what Sir Roy had done as he marked his forehead with the sign of the
cross and repeated the blessing he had said. "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et
Spiritus Sancti. Amen. I thank you, my Lord, for this blessing."
The Earl brought Sir Roy down into his arms, and they sat there on the floor
together, arms wrapped around each other as they kissed. Sir Roy never wanted
to be apart from him. He knew, in that moment, that he would gladly devote his
whole life in service to the Earl.
"I think I will take you with me next time. I am not sure I can bear another
month away from you," Lord Aylesford whispered.
"As I give myself to Christ, so I give myself to you," Sir Roy replied.
"Thank you, Sir Roy. Thank you so very much," Lord Aylesford breathed as he
held him close.
Sir Roy was not sure how long they stayed in each others arms. It might well
have been forever. They did not speak, but remained in silence, just being
close. When the moment came to dress for breakfast, this was also done in
silence except for the sound of Sir Roy chanting psalms that echoed around the
room. Lord Aylesford kissed his lips softly once they were done, as if it was a
fitting way to thank Sir Roy for his service.
"I do not know why I feel I am so bound to you, but my heart is yours, and my
body is committed to your service. Perhaps one day I will understand why all
this has happened to me, and why you have seen fit to care for me in such a
way," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford cupped his cheek. "It is as I said before. I am responsible for
your education now. You have been thrust into the world of adults, and I
daresay you are not ready for it. Your father and brothers have not been around
long enough to teach you these things. Allow me to teach you what you need to
know. I will prepare you as best I can for what lies ahead for you, so you can
be a good husband and leave a good legacy for your children to inherit. I can
make you a strong soldier, I can teach you magic, I can show you how to treat a
lady properly and how to behave at Court. I can fashion you into a proper
gentleman, fit for any bride to wed. All this I promised your brothers when I
said I would take care of you. Consider yourself my squire, and I your knightly
Lord. I will finish your education and turn you into a proper gentleman of good
standing."
Sir Roy could not help kneeling before him, overwhelmed by the scope of their
fledgling relationship. He had expected that Lord Aylesford would merely teach
him soldiering skills, but he seemed intent on teaching him much more than
that. Sir Roy felt utterly unworthy of the attention, and he bowed his head,
not sure why he should be given such attention. He loved the Earl, yes, but he
had no way to articulate it, and he was not sure how he loved the Earl, either.
Was he just chasing sexual pleasure in a space that was safe? Would he regret
all this when he was not so infatuated with him? Sir Roy did not know, but he
decided that, since he had been happier than he could ever remember being
during this past month, perhaps he might let it go on a little longer, and
maybe in time, he would be able to say why and how he loved Lord Aylesford.
"I don't know if I can accept this, my Lord. What can I possibly offer in
return for such a gift? I have nothing that could possibly repay you for this,"
Sir Roy said.
Sir Roy shivered as he felt Lord Aylesford stroke his head gently. Grief welled
in his heart, too, as he thought of what his brothers had done. Sir Daniel's
decision to provide for his final education still touched him greatly, and
every time he thought of it, he felt both overwhelming love, and overwhelming
grief for him and his lost family members. He looked up as Lord Aylesford knelt
in front of him.
"We are brothers in Christ, Sir Roy. You owe me nothing for this. It is a
promise made from love, out of love. I expect your best, but nothing more than
that. You are not ready for the responsibilities bearing down on you, I can see
that as much as anyone else. But you have strength and courage in your heart, I
know you do. Allow me to help it blossom so you make your father and brothers
proud. Can you do that for me?" Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy nodded. "I will do my best for you, my Lord, I promise."
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After a hearty breakfast, Sir Roy and Lord Aylesford went out to practice
shooting. Sir Roy was not feeing entirely confident about this, but he knew he
would only get better the more he practiced. It was hard work, though. He still
wasn't really used to the recoil on the pistol, slight though it was, and it
rattled him so much he didn't make a single bullseye that morning. He tried not
to feel too bad about it, though. He knew he wasn't expected to be perfect at
it just yet, but he still felt like a failure as he watched Lord Aylesford hit
every target.
Sir Roy was grateful that they did not go back to the bath house before lunch.
Instead, Lord Aylesford led them to St James' chapel for morning prayers. Sir
Roy found comfort in the words, and even though there were few people there for
the service, he didn't particularly mind. Standing beside Lord Aylesford, he
drew comfort from his presence. He had a way of making Sir Roy feel at ease,
and he trusted him. Every day they spent together, their friendship grew ever
stronger, and Sir Roy cherished it.
That afternoon, after a long lunch, Lord Aylesford took Sir Roy out for a ride.
Packington Hall had extensive grounds, and Sir Roy loved the relative freedom
that came from just riding. Castella enjoyed herself, too, managing to keep up
with Lord Aylesford's mount, a grey mare named Athena, who came from good
cavalry stock. Sir Roy noticed she trotted very well, and was a little jealous
he had such a good horse.
Sir Roy soon forgot about it, though, as they rode through the grounds. Lord
Aylesford had extensive grounds and woodlands available, and they spent a good
hour riding through them. Castella kept up magnificently, even when Lord
Aylesford moved his horse into a fast canter. Sir Roy felt safe pushing her as
hard as he dared, knowing she'd enjoy the competition. He also wanted to prove
himself. Castella might never win a race based on speed, but she was still
capable of good speeds nonetheless.
They stopped in a clearing in the forest near a small stream. Sir Roy was glad
to walk around, and in the forest, he felt like they were utterly alone. The
trees were dense enough to make it feel closed in, though the trail they rode
had been cut through a long time ago, given the eroded paths they took. Sir Roy
liked it, though. It was quiet, with only the soft call of birds and the fast
running stream breaking the silence.
"Let's stop a while, Sir Roy. Let's just spend some time out here by ourselves.
It can be so tiresome in the house on a bright summer afternoon like this,"
Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy turned to see Lord Aylesford unpacking a flask of wine from a
saddlebag. Sir Roy was sure he'd had enough wine over lunch, but perhaps one
more wouldn't hurt. He unbuckled the rug he kept behind his saddle and went
over to the Earl.
"Just the two of us, my Lord? If I didn't know any better, I would think you
were courting me," Sir Roy said, offering a brave smile.
Lord Aylesford pulled him into a soft kiss, and his face was filled with joy.
"My dear friend, if we are to share love and affection between us, then I will
have to court you. I should not wish to take shortcuts in winning your heart."
Sir Roy blushed a little. He had spent the ride thinking, trying to work out
why Lord Aylesford did not just wish to have him as a friend, but as a lover as
well. Sir Roy did not doubt the Earl loved him as he loved Lady Aylesford,
though how he could love two people with such intensity, Sir Roy did not know.
But he had come to accept that he did indeed love the Earl in return, which at
least made it clear to him where he stood, and what he should do. Sir Roy
decided there had to be a reason for their relationship, even as they were both
good pious men, and the offer of love was not one he wanted to turn down, not
after he had already suffered so much loss and grief in his life. He felt he
had come too far to turn away now, and he was not sure he really wanted to,
either. The Earl loved him, and he loved the Earl in return. What plan God had
for them both, he did not know, but he would trust God knew what he was doing.
Sir Roy lay the rug out on the ground, and they sat down together, sharing the
wine between them. Sir Roy sat as close as he dared, still not willing to make
the first move. Lord Aylesford had removed his jacket and waistcoat, giving Sir
Roy permission to do the same. The cool breeze in the air was a welcome relief,
taking the heat from their bodies.
Sir Roy took a moment to think before he broke the silence between them. "I do
not know why we have fallen for each other in this way, my Lord. There is still
a part of me that feels like it is wrong, to sin in such a way, particularly
after what we did this morning, abusing the Lord's blessings in such a way, but
I have had precious little reason to love lately, and if love is what you
offer, then I will accept it. It is time to be brave, even though others may
wish to shame me for it. Our faith teaches that this love is wrong, but we are
both good devout men, and I am tired of apologising for it, not if it means I
cannot be with you. If God truly made us this way, He cannot shun me for how I
feel, for who I love. Is that how you feel about it, my Lord?"
Lord Aylesford looked over at him. "Indeed it is, Sir Roy. We cannot claim God
created all things in the world, but then qualify that by excluding all the
things we do not like. I believe in a God of love above all else. Perhaps we
are still sinning anyway in the eyes of ignorant men, but I think God would
rather men be at peace with each other than killing each other and their
families, don't you?"
Sir Roy nodded. "After what I have suffered, I would rather chase love and
peace, than war and hatred."
Lord Aylesford shifted closer to him and brought him into a soft kiss. "Yes, I
thought you might think that way. Our love is alright, my friend. Our feelings
are real. To deny yourself this would just make you miserable. Live, my friend,
and love as best you can."
Sir Roy didn't want to reply as they lay down beside each other. The wine had
been set aside, and all they wanted to do then was be in each other's arms. Sir
Roy shivered as he felt Lord Aylesford's strong arms around him as they kissed
again, giving him a feeling of safety. He let the Earl lead, and he rolled over
onto his back submissively as Lord Aylesford's hands began to wander all over
his body. Sir Roy felt braver this time, and he kissed him back, allowing
himself to explore the Earl's body without shame.
Sir Roy breathed in as Lord Aylesford lifted his shirt up and over his head,
tossing it aside. His hands moved up Sir Roy's chest, pushing his own shirt up
as he exposed his skin to the air. He could barely look down as Lord Aylesford
kissed every inch of his chest, distracting him as his fingers moved to his
trousers. Sir Roy could see this was going to be another moment of carnal
pleasure, but at that moment, he really didn't care. He pulled the Earl close
and he didn't even feel ashamed as he felt their growing erections pressing
against each other. Lord Aylesford lay on top of him and bit his collar bone.
Sir Roy wrapped his legs around him, making sure didn't leave before he was
done.
Their trousers and boots did not stay on much longer. Drinking in the pleasure
at being naked with the Earl, and not even feeling guilty about being so
intimate with him, Sir Roy had never felt so happy in his life. He would never
have done this with Hugh, but he desired intimacy with Lord Aylesford in a way
he had never desired intimacy before.
"Let me love you, Sir Roy. Let me show you how to love," Lord Aylesford
murmured against his skin as he kissed his way down his chest. "Lie back and
let me show you what to do."
Sir Roy could not find his voice to answer; he nodded instead, the only consent
he could give. He heard Lord Aylesford whisper a spell, and before he had time
to react, vines had come out of nowhere and wrapped themselves gently around
his wrists and ankles, keeping him lying on his back, still and submissive. Sir
Roy did not panic, though, which he prided himself on afterwards. The vines
were not so tight they were painful, and he could still move if he wanted to.
He trusted Lord Aylesford was not about to harm him, and waited to see what he
would do. He was a skilled wizzard, of that Sir Roy was certain, though he had
never conceived of using magic during sexual intercourse before. The difference
between what they had done that morning, and what they were about to do now,
was utterly jarring, but Sir Roy gave in to it all, trusting Lord Aylesford
knew what he was doing.
Lord Aylesford straddled his hips and reached down to stroke his chest. "Just
where I want you. Nice and still. You'd better settle down, Sir Roy. This is
going to take a while. You have so very much to learn. What happened this
morning was a time for reverence and worship. This is the time for teaching and
learning, so pay attention. It will be the first of many lessons to come."
"Yes, my Lord," Sir Roy whispered meekly.
Lord Aylesford cupped a hand behind his head and brought him into a fierce
kiss. Sir Roy moved into his embrace, needing every ounce of affection he was
willing to give. The Earl's other hand stroked down his chest and closed around
his prick, stroking him slowly. Sir Roy wanted to move, to touch him back, but
the vines stopped him moving. Bowing to Lord Aylesford's will was just as
pleasurable as bowing to God's will, although it was definitely more
frustrating. Sir Roy offered his complete submission to Lord Aylesford, just as
he offered his complete submission to God's will.
Sir Roy gazed down his body as Lord Aylesford shifted back between his legs. He
could only inhale sharply as Lord Aylesford closed his mouth around his prick.
Paying close attention to what he was doing, Sir Roy almost couldn't think at
all as Lord Aylesford sucked and licked him. It didn't last nearly long enough
before Lord Aylesford was straddling his chest, offering his own prick for Sir
Roy to tend to.
"Keep it gentle, Sir Roy. Nice and slowly. Just do what I did."
"Yes, my Lord."
Sir Roy lifted his head as close as he could, and he appreciated Lord Aylesford
moving closer to sit over his shoulders, allowing him to take him all into his
mouth. Sir Roy tried to remember what to do as he licked and sucked the Earl's
prick. Lord Aylesford reached down to help support his head, and it encouraged
Sir Roy to try a little harder, now that his neck wasn't straining so much.
"Suck the head, Sir Roy. Just close your tongue around it."
Sir Roy did as he was asked, swirling his tongue around the head. He felt Lord
Aylesford shiver, and Sir Roy took pleasure from that, knowing he was doing a
good job. But this too didn't last nearly long enough, and soon Lord Aylesford
moved away from him, back down his body. Sir Roy could see he was gathering
magic again as he saw tiny licks of flame enveloping his fingers.
"Don't be afraid, Sir Roy, this isn't designed to hurt or burn. It will warm
you in ways you can't even imagine yet," Lord Aylesford said before he reached
a hand down around his prick again.
Sir Roy gasped as heat flooded his groin. Lord Aylesford had been right; it did
not hurt or burn him, but it did warm him in a very pleasant manner. Touching
him all over his body, Lord Aylesford inflicted a particular kind of torment on
Sir Roy that made him shiver and arch against the restraints, frustrated and
keen.
Flame turned to electricity, which turned to icy cold water, which finally
turned into feathers. Sir Roy had never encountered so many different erotic
sensations before, and he was amazed at Lord Aylesford's skills, not just as a
wizzard, but as a lover, too. In all his tenderness, in all his attempts to
seduce Sir Roy, the baronet found himself smitten and wholly in love with him
by the time Lord Aylesford was finished. There was so much pleasure and
frustration, but Sir Roy never doubted the Earl's love for him, and it
astounded him that he should be so beloved by him at all.
Sir Roy gazed up at Lord Aylesford, content and somewhat slightly dazed, as he
mounted him. Sir Roy had been freed from the vines, and being able to touch
Lord Aylesford again, to hold him close and breathe in his scent, was heavenly.
Lord Aylesford kissed him as he began moving inside him. Sir Roy wrapped his
legs tight around his body, making sure they weren't far apart. Every now and
then, Lord Aylesford would lean down and kiss him as he thrust inside him.
Their sex was hard and fast, but every move was made out of love. Every
sensation flooded Sir Roy's body, and even though they were both just chasing
pleasure, Sir Roy never felt like Lord Aylesford was just using him for that
purpose. All through their lovemaking, the Earl had been whispering his
affection to him, and Sir Roy had dared to whisper back, sharing his love and
desire with the man he wanted to be with.
"Come to London with me tomorrow. I want to show you everything, Sir Roy," Lord
Aylesford breathed to him as they lay beside each other, spent and exhausted.
Sir Roy turned his head to look at him. His tone surprised him. Lord Aylesford
could order him to do anything he liked, but he had asked this request. His
voice didn't demand obedience. It was not what Sir Roy was expecting, and he
hesitated to answer him, not sure if this was a genuine request, or if he was
testing him.
Lord Aylesford reached for his hand and kissed the back of it tenderly. His
eyes were full of love for him, and Sir Roy dared to smile back. "Come to
London, Sir Roy. Let me take you to the opera. Let me show you Westminster, the
Houses of Parliament, the King's Palace, St Paul's Cathedral. Let me show you
everything, Sir Roy. I want to show you so much of the world. I want to be the
one who shows you all the beauty in God's creation."
Sir Roy blinked slowly. Lord Aylesford sounded wistful, almost dreamy, but he
smiled broadly, warmly, and Sir Roy could not help getting caught up in his
enthusiasm. He hadn't been to London before, but he couldn't think of anyone
he'd rather go with than the man lying opposite him.
Sir Roy grasped the Earl's hands and returned his smile. "Take me to London,
then, my Lord. I would be pleased to come with you tomorrow."
Lord Aylesford pulled him into a grateful kiss, and Sir Roy had the Earl's
strong arms around him once more. It was becoming a place of great peace and
sanctuary for him, allowing him to feel safe in a world that had caused him
more pain than he liked. But he pulled away then as he noticed Lord Aylesford
was crying, just a little bit.
"Are you alright, my Lord? Is anything wrong? Should I not have agreed to come
with you?" Sir Roy asked, sounding as concerned as he dared.
Lord Aylesford smiled and shook his head. "No, Sir Roy. Nothing at all is
wrong. I have been so careful with you, because I did not want you to do what I
say because I outrank you. I don't want you obeying orders, not when you're
with me in this manner. Love me freely, Sir Roy. Out here, where no one else
can find us, we are but two men on this vast green Earth. Nothing else matters
but that. I fell in love with you a long time ago, though I doubt you ever
noticed it. I know I have so much power over you, and I know you feel it
keenly. I know sometimes you are scared to say no, or that you keep silent when
you would speak for fear of enraging me. Our ranks will come between us if we
are not careful, and I don't want to lose you because of that. I don't want you
loving me because you feel you ought to love me. I want you to love me because
that is what your heart desires above all else. Do not do me the dishonour of
loving me out of an obligation you believe you will never be able to repay. I
don't want you indebted to me. My love is freely given. I can only hope you
will freely return it. If you cannot, we shall both walk away this afternoon
and suffer no consequence for it. I cannot force you to love me, and I could
not live with myself if I did so."
Sir Roy did not know what to say. He sat up and stared off into the distance.
He needed a moment to gather his thoughts. Certainly, he was aware he loved the
Earl, but was it really something he had freely chosen to do? Did it matter if
it wasn't? He glanced over his shoulder as he saw Lord Aylesford stand.
"Don't answer me now, not if you need more time to think. Answer me when you
know you must, when you know you cannot keep silent any longer, and not a
moment earlier. Now, come, let me show you one of the churches my grandfather
built."
"Yes, my Lord."
Sir Roy thought it strange for things to be over so suddenly, but he didn't say
anything. He dressed, though he didn't feel any guilt for watching Lord
Aylesford dress, either. The time he'd spent with the Earl that afternoon had
washed away any shame he felt for following his desires. He would tell Lord
Aylesford he loved him, but not just yet. He needed to clear his head and work
out what he wanted to say. He wanted to be sure he hadn't been coerced, though
he doubted he had. But once he had settled his doubts and concerned, he would
tell the Earl, but right then, none of that mattered.
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They left the forest and rode across the fields. It wasn't a long ride, and
soon they stopped at the small church in Little Packington that serviced the
yeomen and tenant farmers tied to Lord Aylesford's land. Sir Roy didn't mind
the rest, and he was pleased to find a small livery down the road where they
could leave their horses with the groom for a while.
"She'll be alright, won't she?" Sir Roy said, still not used to allowing other
people to care for his horse.
Lord Aylesford reassured him as he led him from the stables. "I pay him good
money to take care of our horses. Trust me, she'll be fine. Come on, I wanted
to show you the church."
Sir Roy felt relatively reassured, and he was certain the man was a good groom
if Lord Aylesford trusted him so much with his own horses. If he was good
enough for the Earl, he was probably good enough for his own horse. Reassured,
Sir Roy followed Lord Aylesford down the road back to the little church.
Sir Roy liked it immediately. It was small, and had a beautiful steeple. Made
from stone and wood, it looked like it had been there for a hundred years. The
bells rung inside, echoing all around the countryside. There was lovely stained
glass all around the building in every window, and Sir Roy could see the
Aylesford coat of arms above the entrance.
"Does this belong to your family, too, my Lord?" Sir Roy asked.
Lord Aylesford nodded. "Yes, my grandfather had it built for the farmers around
here. There's another one over on the western side of the estate for the
farmers over there. He built that one as well."
Sir Roy glanced over at him. "Why are you showing me this, my Lord?"
Lord Aylesford seemed to take a deep breath before replying. "It's my favourite
church. I like St James well enough, but this one is my favourite. I never feel
so close to God as I do in this one. I come here to find peace when I need to
think."
Sir Roy watched him walk forward and enter the church. A moment later, Sir Roy
followed him, and got his first glimpse of the inside. It looked more beautiful
than Sir Roy had expected for what it was. It was plain, without much
ornamentation, but Lord Aylesford was right. There was a divine presence in
that small building that he had not felt in many other places. He came and
stood beside the Earl as they faced the altar.
"The love we share is echoed in here, Sir Roy. Take courage from it. Let it
fill you with love and hope. Our God is a god of love, of that I am certain. I
try to emulate that as best I can. Love is what the world needs, not hatred.
Not violence. I am a soldier. I have fought and killed in my time, but I can't
excuse my actions. I have blood on my hands, and it weighs more heavily on my
heart than our love does. You lift me up, Sir Roy, when the weight of their
souls threatens to crush me. Do not become a soldier, Sir Roy. Go back to the
Academy and become a wizzard. Don't taint your soul like I have," Lord
Aylesford said softly.
Sir Roy did not reply, but he reached for his hand and just held it gently. Sir
Roy let him go when he went to kneel at the altar in prayer; he went over and
knelt beside the Earl, taking his hand in his. He felt like he'd found his
moment, and the right words were waiting to be spoken.
"My rightful place is by your side, my Lord, not at the Academy. I made an oath
to God when I joined the yeomanry as a watchman, and I will not break it now. I
belong here with you to help share the burden. This is what my heart desires.
My soul will never be tainted while there is such divine love between us," Sir
Roy said, speaking with more conviction than he expected.
Sir Roy noticed Lord Aylesford relax at his words. He leant over and kissed the
back of Sir Roy's hand, murmuring a thank you under his breath. Lord
Aylesford's gratitude was overwhelming, and it surprised Sir Roy that he cared
that much that Sir Roy loved him freely. It would be strange to get used to
when his instincts told him to obey the Earl without question because of his
status, particularly as Sir Roy was part of the yeomanry under his command. But
right there, none of that mattered. Lord Aylesford brought an arm around his
shoulder and brought him close. Sir Roy didn't want to be anywhere else.
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Sir Roy shared a bed with Lord Aylesford that night. Lying beside him in a
warm, comfortable bed, Sir Roy loved the feeling of the Earl's arms around him.
He'd never felt this close to anyone before in his life. Lamplight filled the
room with a soft orange glow, and the fire was slowly dying down. One of the
servants would be in soon to rake over the coals to keep it going. Sir Roy
wasn't worried about being caught in bed with the Earl, though. Lord Aylesford
reassured him no one would care.
"Thank you, my Lord, for everything you have showed me today," Sir Roy said
softly.
"It is only the beginning, my dear friend. Soon, you shall see London in all
her glory. We shall be there a fortnight. There is room for you at Aylesford
House. His Majesty is holding a ball in seven days, and he insists you come
with me to be properly introduced as the new baronet. I probably should have
told you earlier, but I wasn't sure you'd agree to go. I know you are not
overly fond of these things. But you will have to meet His Majesty sooner or
later, and I am sure you'd rather do so with me by your side, yes?" Lord
Aylesford said.
Sir Roy was not entirely comforted by his words, but perhaps it would be
tolerable with the Earl with him. "If His Majesty insists on my presence, I can
hardly say no. It would be an honour to go with you, my Lord. Though I hope we
will have time tomorrow to stop back at the Hall. I have nothing to take with
me, and I will need my best outfit if I am to be given an audience with the
King."
"Don't worry, Sir Roy. I have already sent for your things. They are here
waiting to be taken with us tomorrow. I will also buy you a new outfit when we
get to London for the ball. You will be dressed in your finest, of that I am
sure," Lord Aylesford said.
"Does that mean Castella will be stabled here while we are away? I can hardly
take her back home now, not if we are to leave tomorrow. I will not need her in
London, will I?" Sir Roy said.
"It is up to you, Sir Roy. There will be horses enough for the coach. We will
be changing horses quite frequently to make sure we get there in good time. But
I did want to take you riding in Hyde Park, so you could bring her if you
wanted to, or just borrow one of mine. She will be well cared for here, if that
is of any concern to you," Lord Aylesford said.
"Will you be taking any men with you on the road for protection? If not, I will
ride beside you. Then I can have Castella with me. She is not trained to pull
carriages, but she is designed for travel. Then I will not feel like I am
neglecting my duties as a watchman," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford shook his head. "There is no need for you to do that. Two of my
best men will be accompanying us. You may ride all the way to London if you
wish, but I think you will find the journey much more comfortable in the coach.
And don't worry about the Watch. I've given Gryffin two weeks off, just so Mr
McDowell has a chance to settle in on his own. I have asked Sir Richard to
watch him and make an assessment about how well he will fit into the Watch. I'm
almost tempted to take you off the Watch for a month or more, because I believe
in giving a man a chance, and I do not wish to pass judgement on Mr McDowell
before he has even been with us a week. But we will deal with that when we get
back. Right now, all you need to worry about is being my companion," Lord
Aylesford said.
"Yes, my Lord. I will keep that in mind, then. I think I will leave Castella
here, then. She will enjoy the new pastures, I think. Will Lady Aylesford also
be coming with us?" Sir Roy asked, wondering how much time he would get to
spend alone with Lord Aylesford.
"She will be coming, yes, with her companion, Miss Matthews. The children will
be staying here with their governess. They are too young for London just yet.
You will tend to me as my companion, just as Miss Matthews tends to my Lady. I
hope that is agreeable, Sir Roy," Lord Aylesford said. "My Lady does not like
me getting in her way when she has a ball to attend. It is easier to keep to
our own quarters, and my valet is needed here, so you will have to attend to my
valet's duties for me."
"Oh, yes, my Lord, that is agreeable. I should not wish to get in Lady
Aylesford's way. She is your wife, after all, and I am just a baronet," Sir Roy
said.
Lord Aylesford smiled. "You attended to me well this morning. You know a
companion's duty well. Your father taught you admirably."
Sir Roy blushed. "My father did not teach me most of what we did this morning,
my Lord, but I thank you for the compliment."
Lord Aylesford laughed. "I should hope he had not taught you most of that. I
should be the one to teach you those sort of duties. But you did dress me well,
and that is what I compliment you on, Sir Roy. I assume your father did teach
you about being a Lord's companion. Do you know why he taught you to serve in
that manner? Did he ever tell you about that?"
"He only said it was a duty we needed to learn, and that it was a great honour
to serve a Peer as a Lord's companion. I do not remember him saying any more
about it. I think I was too young, my Lord," Sir Roy said.
"That may be true. Then you may not be aware of the fact that he was my
father's companion for five years when he was your age. They were very close
friends, as I recall. I was hardly old enough to remember it, though. But he
always spoke of your father very fondly, I do remember that. I have done my
best to look after your family because of this. I feel I owe it to both my
father and to yours, and it was because of this that I made that promise to Sir
Daniel to care for you as my father had cared for Sir Frederick," Lord
Aylesford said.
Sir Roy turned to look at him. "So that's why you promised Sir Daniel that you
would take care of me if he didn't return home. I had no idea my father knew
your father, though. He never really talked about that. But I don't feel like I
ever really knew him very well. He was away much of the time, and then he died
when I was eleven. His absence is what I remember more than anything else,
though that does not mean I did not love him. I remember him being a kind man,
though, and I am glad enough for that."
"It is hard when your father is always away. You are not always taught
everything you are meant to know. That is why I promised to finish your
education. You have no one to finish it for you now, so that duty falls to me.
You are probably not entirely aware of the role I am asking you to perform and
how you are meant to serve me, but do not feel like this is an inadequacy. You
will learn it well enough. But that is for tomorrow. For now, it is just the
two of us," Lord Aylesford said. "Tell me about you and Mr McDowell, while I am
thinking of it. I am not well acquainted with him or his family, and why you
have fallen out. I wish to know how best to manage the two of you while you are
both in the Watch."
Sir Roy sighed. "We went to school together, my Lord, at the Academy. He was a
close friend, and we shared a dorm together. He was always in trouble, but his
skill was such that he never managed to get expelled. His family are
Dissenters, though, Catholics, and my mother did not approve of our friendship.
But in spite of everything, I still liked him very much. He has a good heart,
but he has not yet found his place in the world, nor the right teacher to tame
him. He is always fighting with his father, Mage Jeremiah, and he always fought
with our Academy teachers, too. He has a strong dislike for authority, and
little discipline. Mr McDowell and I had always planned to become Apprentice
wizzards together, but I inherited the title on the day of my final exam, and
everything changed, then, as I am sure you are well aware. Mr McDowell has not
forgiven me for joining the yeomanry instead, which he sees as a betrayal. That
is how things are, my Lord. I do not know how to advise you any more than
that."
"You held affection for him in your heart, didn't you?" Lord Aylesford said,
keeping his voice quiet.
Sir Roy nodded, but even then, found it hard to admit. He had not been entirely
sure he had ever admitted so much to Hugh. He sat up, and moved away from the
Earl, ashamed to have been asked such a question. "Do not ask me to say it, my
Lord. I cannot admit to such sin, not to you, my Lord. You would think me a
coward, and a fool."
Lord Aylesford sat up and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "There is not
much that does not shock me, Sir Roy. I would rather know than fear you are
lying to me. God knows what is in your heart, even if you do not speak it.
Release your burden, Sir Roy, and allow God to deal with it."
Sir Roy knew that was true enough. He did feel terrible shame holding it in,
but he still did not wish to speak it. "I cannot confess like this. It does not
feel right."
Lord Aylesford kissed his cheek. "Then confess in a way that feels right to
you."
Sir Roy nodded, and thought a moment. He got out of bed, and drew the drapes
around the bed, hiding the Earl from view. Stripping down to nothing, he knelt
beside the bed, and bowed his head in prayer. Psalm 51 was burnt into his
memory, and it came to his lips as he began to make his confession.
"My Lord, I must make my confession to you. I have sinned greatly, and brought
shame to your good name. Have mercy upon me, O God, after thy great goodness.
According to the multitude of thy mercies do away mine offences. Wash me
thoroughly from my wickedness: and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my
faults, and my sin is ever before me. Against thee only have I sinned, and done
this evil in thy sight, that thou mightest be justified in thy saying, and
clear when thou art judged. Behold, I was shapen in wickedness, and in sin hath
my mother conceived me. My beloved Lord, I must confess that I have once loved
a man as man is meant to love a woman. I kept him close to my heart where
Christ belongs, and I did love his body, and engage in sins of the flesh. I
allowed him to touch me, my Lord, and I touched him. I beg your forgiveness for
my sins, my Lord, and ask that one day I may be forgiven for such trespasses.
My heart is heavy with sin and shame, and my only hope is for your absolution,
my Lord. Bless me, absolve me, and wash away my sins with your blood, my Lord.
Only by your mercy shall I be freed from my sins," Sir Roy prayed.
"Do you truly repent of your sins? Do you renounce what you have done and give
yourself up to the Lord?" Lord Aylesford said.
"I do. I renounce the sin of sodomy. I renounce all my sins and offer myself up
to the Lord God Almighty. I believe in God the Father Almighty, maker of Heaven
and Earth, and in Jesus Christ, His only Son our Lord, who was conceived by the
Holy Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was
crucified, dead, and buried. He descended into hell, and on the third day, He
rose again from the dead. He ascended into heaven, and sitteth on the right
hand of God the Father Almighty. From thence He shall come to judge the quick
and the dead. I believe in the Holy Ghost, the holy Catholick Church, the
communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and
the life everlasting. Amen," Sir Roy said, confirming his belief in God. The
words felt good to say, and he could feel himself being unburdened as he spoke.
Sir Roy felt the Earl's hand resting on his head, knowing the gesture well. He
waited patiently for his absolution. He knew he would not feel free of it until
he had been absolved, though he decided he would not worry about the fact Lord
Aylesford was not a priest, and could not, officially, absolve him of anything.
It was the ritual that mattered, as he would never dare confess these sins in
Church to a priest. He did not trust that it would remain confidential.
"Lord God Almighty, you have heard the confession of your beloved child, who
kneels before you in penitence. He offers up his sins to you, renouncing all
that he has done, and all that he has failed to do. Grant him now your mercy, O
God, and bestow your forgiveness upon him that he may be purified by your love.
May this your humble servant be witness to your grace, O Lord, that he may be
granted absolution in your holy name. All this I pray, O God, in your name.
Amen," Lord Aylesford said, praying over Sir Roy as he knelt before him.
Sir Roy could not help crying as he recited the Lord's Prayer. He took a moment
to remember the English version, and spoke each word as if it was the holiest
word he had ever been granted the grace to speak. As he finished, he felt Lord
Aylesford lift him to his feet, as the Earl knelt on the bed before him. Lord
Aylesford had a small vial of oil in his hand, and he marked the sign of the
cross on Sir Roy's forehead with his right thumb.
"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen," Lord Aylesford said.
"Thank you, my Lord. I am freed by your mercy," Sir Roy said softly, keeping
his head bowed to the Earl.
Lord Aylesford touched his cheek and lifted his head up. "Do you feel better
now, Sir Roy?"
Sir Roy nodded. "Yes, my Lord, I do."
Lord Aylesford pressed a soft kiss to his head. "In God's name, I swear it will
never be spoken of again outside of this room. Now, Sir Roy, let us get some
sleep before we begin our journey tomorrow. Stay by my side tonight. I promise
it will not be the last time I will be with you."
Sir Roy dressed in his night clothes, and snuggled down beside him, feeling
sleep bearing down on him. "Yes, my Lord. Goodnight, my Lord."
"Goodnight, Sir Roy. I wish you nothing more than the most pleasant of dreams,"
Lord Aylesford murmured.
Sir Roy wished the same for himself. As he closed his eyes and allowed himself
to begin to drift off, he smiled, feeling loved and contented for the first
time in a long time. The Earl's arms were still tight around him, and he
drifted off to sleep, at peace with the world.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Morning seemed to come far too soon. Sir Roy felt he'd hardly been asleep when
the servants had come to open the curtains and kindle the fire. Lord Aylesford
was not yet awake, but Sir Roy didn't mind. He sat up slowly, adjusting to
being awake as he watched the servants get to work around him. He hardly
noticed them - the mark of good servants, though their presence was still
obvious enough. His house did not have the large staff that Lord Aylesford's
great house had, but he was still used to having them around. He had his own
valet, though he also served as butler and groom as well.
As he sat there, he thought about what he had been told last night. Lord
Aylesford meant for him to serve as his companion. Sir Roy was not entirely
familiar with the role. He had heard of it, of course, but it did not seem to
be something that was often talked about, and Sir Roy was not sure it was still
widely practiced. As far as he could remember, it heralded from some five
hundred years earlier, when knights had squires and pages to tend to them, and
morphed into a bodily companion for a Peer, one of deep friendship and
affection. He could never be entirely sure of much of his knowledge about what
happened in great houses such as this, though. It was entirely possible he had
just not been told about it.
He did like the idea of being Lord Aylesford's companion, though. Serving as
his valet seemed entirely more suited to his position, and he would relish the
chance to wait upon him, and touch him in ways that were socially acceptable.
He would never be Lord Aylesford's official valet, though, because that was a
servant's role, and Sir Roy, as a member of the landed gentry, should not be
seen to be doing servants' work. It did disappoint him, though. All he wanted
to do now was serve Lord Aylesford, but society would probably never allow him
to do that.
Then again, perhaps it was just Lord Aylesford's way of defining their
relationship in a way that was socially acceptable. He knew no one would scorn
him for being Lord Aylesford's companion, though it didn't make it easy to
accept. He felt he was too far down the hierarchy to serve as his companion. He
felt a companion ought to be an equal, such as ladies' companions were. As a
baronet, Sir Roy was not a Peer, and far from his equal.
Still, he felt it would be wrong to turn down such an offer, particularly if
his own father had also served in a similar role. If it was good enough for his
father, it was probably good enough for him, too, and anyway, Sir Roy felt he
would enjoy having a legitimate reason to accompany Lord Aylesford. No one
would notice how close they were, and it would only serve to elevate his social
standing. That had to be a good thing, given he was all that was left to bring
the family name some ounce of respect. His mother would finally have reason to
be proud of him.
"Why God has chosen such a way to bring me good fortune, I am not sure I will
ever know, nor His reasons for doing so. But if this is His will, then I shall
accept it," Sir Roy murmured softly, not wishing to wake the man beside him.
He looked over at him, then, and watched him sleeping. He was not sleeping
heavily, but he did lie still, eyes closed to the world. Sir Roy felt it was a
great privilege to be allowed to see this kind of intimacy that was usually
reserved only for Lady Aylesford. His hair was messy, and his face required a
shave, but he looked so peaceful, Sir Roy could not help but fall for him. He
lay back down beside him and nestled as close as he dared. After a while, Lord
Aylesford brought an arm around him, bringing him close, but he did not wake.
Sir Roy felt that was the safest place on Earth, and he was happy to stay there
until the Earl woke. An hour later, they were both awake properly. Sir Roy had
dozed off, but it had taken just a soft kiss from Lord Aylesford to wake him.
"Good morning, Sir Roy," Lord Aylesford murmured.
"Good morning, my Lord," Sir Roy replied.
Lord Aylesford yawned. "I trust you slept well?"
"I did indeed, my Lord. I am not sure I wish to leave this lovely bed, though,
but I suppose we must if you are to take me to London," Sir Roy said, offering
a grin.
Lord Aylesford smiled and pulled him into another kiss. "Yes, we must be
getting up. We must leave soon. Trust me, it will all be worth it."
Sir Roy sat up. "Do you wish me to prepare anything for you, then?"
"No, that's what the valets do. You should wash and dress. I shall meet you in
the dining hall for breakfast," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy bowed his head slightly. "Yes, my Lord."
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It did take some effort to get up, and even more effort to arrange a bath. He
silently wished the Earl would join him again, but this was not the case. When
Sir Roy felt he could not dawdle any longer, he left the bath, slightly
disappointed, but got dressed as quickly as he could manage, assisted by one of
the Earl's servants. He just was not used to dressing on his own, not in that
sort of situation. When he was done, he asked to be taken to the dining hall,
where he found Lord Aylesford, Lady Aylesford, and their three children waiting
for them.
"Good morning, my Lord, and to you, my Lady," Sir Roy said as he was ushered
into his place.
"Ahh, Sir Roy, you are just in time! I am sure you will enjoy what the cooks
have prepared for us this morning," Lord Aylesford said.
As Sir Roy was about to reply, the food arrived, and, distracted by hunger, he
turned his attention to other things. It was not necessarily that the food was
better at the Earl's house than at his own, but there was a certain something
about it that elevated it somewhat into the realm of food so good it could not
possibly be real. Indeed, if they had not been leaving that morning, Sir Roy
felt he would've eaten much more.
Sir Roy decided he quite enjoyed the company of the Earl's family. Lady
Aylesford was a beautiful woman, and Sir Roy could tell she had a good strong
spirit about her. She spoke her mind with great intelligence and grace, and Sir
Roy felt she might be the first woman who had ever captured his heart.
The children, too, were a delight. Christopher, the oldest at seven years of
age, who bore Baron of Wroxhall as a courtesy title, had a good heart, and he
took admiral care of his younger siblings, Elizabeth and James, who were but
five and two, respectively. They would not be coming with their parents to
London, but Sir Roy did understand it would be hard to care for them in London
properly. They would be better off remaining in the house, under the strict
care of their governess, until their parents returned. Nevertheless, Sir Roy
would miss them, even though he hardly knew them, if only for the way Lord and
Lady Aylesford's faces lit up in happiness as they watched their children
finishing their breakfast.
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They set off just after nine. Lord Aylesford had a team of six strong coach
horses pulling their coach for the first stage, and they were accompanied by
four of the Earl's best soldiers. They had two drivers, one footman, and Lady
Aylesford's maidservant riding with them, and together, they began their
journey down to London.
The coach itself was plain, but obviously well-made. The only ornamentation was
the Earl's coat of arms on the doors. Sir Roy noticed lanterns of perpetual
fire all over the coach, promising to give them more than adequate light should
they have to travel in the dark. Inside, it was warm and quite large enough for
them all. Sir Roy hardly needed his lap rug, and wondered if the coach had been
magically warmed to make the journey more comfortable. He had never thought
about doing that to his own carriage, but perhaps he might try when he got back
home again. It might make him use it more often than he did, because he so
preferred to ride Castella everywhere.
Sir Roy had been introduced to Lady Aylesford's companion that morning; her
name was Miss Eleanor Matthews, and she was the second daughter of Viscount
Waverley. Miss Matthews had grown up with Lady Aylesford, and the two had been
companions since they were both adults. Sir Roy liked her very much, and she
liked Lady Aylesford as well. He was pleased that his companions in London
would all be good people. He would enjoy himself, and he could get through the
ball with the King with them by his side.
Sir Roy appreciated sitting beside the Earl as they travelled. It helped take
his mind off the motion of the coach, which was not agreeing with him at all.
They did make good speed, changing horses every ten miles or so. They did not
linger long at the coaching inns, either, except for lunch, which they took
while they stopped in Warwick. With fresh horses, they continued on, stopping
at another inn in Banbury just as the sun was beginning to set.
"Will we be staying overnight, my Lord? I am already weary, and I know I will
not sleep in the coach if we continue," Sir Roy said as the horses were
unhitched.
Lord Aylesford smiled. "Do not worry, my friend. We will not keep travelling
through the night. We are not in that much of a hurry. We have stayed here
before, and I think you will like it very much, Sir Roy."
A moment later, the footman helped them out of the coach, and Sir Roy followed
Lord Aylesford into the inn. It looked much nicer than Sir Roy expected. It
looked like an old converted manor house, and Sir Roy guessed that it held more
comfort than he had expected. He would sleep well that night, he was sure of
it. The landlord came out to greet them. Sir Roy did not know him, but Lord
Aylesford greeted him like an old friend.
"Mr Julian, two of your finest rooms, if you please, and the best supper your
cook can manage," Lord Aylesford said with a smile.
"It is an honour to welcome you back my Lord." Mr Julian bowed and gestured
them forward. "Your rooms are all ready for you. This way, my Lord. Ladies,
please, this way."
They were led upstairs to two large bedrooms at one end of the building. The
ladies were offered one room, and Sir Roy and Lord Aylesford the second. Sir
Roy only needed to look at the bed to know it would be most comfortable. With
dinner in an hour, they had time to themselves to settle in, once their luggage
was brought up. Sir Roy stood back, allowing Lord Aylesford's footman to unpack
and tend to his lord. It left Sir Roy feeling unnecessary, but he knew it was
not his place to interfere, and instead, took a seat by the window, and waited
for Lord Aylesford to address him properly.
It was not so bad, though. The Earl's footman was a fine young man, and Sir Roy
did not mind at all watching him go about his business. He could tell the Earl
also held affection for him, but it was not the same as the affection he felt
for Sir Roy. Perhaps it was as Sir Richard said, that Lord Aylesford had many
lovers, but only had love for three of them. Sir Roy did not know if Lord
Aylesford had indeed slept with the footman, though he suspected he probably
had at one point. The footman did seem to smile warmly at the Earl a lot in a
way that Sir Roy knew meant there had been something between them at one point
in time.
Sir Roy quite enjoyed watching Lord Aylesford with his footman. Lord Aylesford
touched his arm softly every now and then, and occasionally caught his fingers
loosely as he passed. The footman's livery was of a high quality, reflecting
the Earl's colours of white and black. On his breast, he wore a badge with the
Earl's arms on it. Yes, he was a very finely turned out footman, Sir Roy could
see that very well. He had very lovely legs, and a fine stature, and Sir Roy
allowed himself to compare him to the statues of Roman Emperors the Earl had
around Packington Hall. The boy looked just like them - tall, muscular, but
built for speed, but with appropriate humility and submissiveness required for
anyone in service.
Lord Aylesford blessed the footman with a soft kiss before he left, and Sir Roy
was not blind to the lustful way the Earl was staring after him as he closed
the door behind him. Sir Roy was not sure what to do about the fact the Earl
would obviously be attracted to other men as well as himself. He may even sleep
with other men. He had never thought it would be something he would have to
deal with, and it left him feeling jealous and confused, unsure if he was meant
to be alright with it, or if he should make it clear he did not want the Earl
looking at other men. He said nothing, though, and it was Lord Aylesford who
spoke first once they were alone.
"You are doing that again, being silent when you know you may speak. I am not
your lord and master, Sir Roy. You are here as my companion. You must stop
feeling like you are so far beneath me."
Sir Roy stood, trying to hide how uncomfortable he felt. "It is not that, my
Lord, but - it is not something I feel I ought to say, but I just - I wish to
know about - I noticed you kissed him, and I was wondering if you - "
Sir Roy did not manage to get all the words out, and he lowered his head,
ashamed he had even brought up such petty jealousies. How should it be that he
was jealous of a mere footman? He did not like that he had even thought it, let
alone said it.
Lord Aylesford came over and touched his shoulder, reassuring him. "You have no
reason to be jealous of him, Sir Roy. I offer him kisses and he appreciates the
attention, but it has never gone further than that. His playfulness is more
than enough for me. You are the one I want, Sir Roy. You are my companion and
lover, not him, nor my valet, nor my groom, nor any other manservant in my
employ. I do not sleep with my servants. It is crass and unbecoming of a Peer,
and I should not like to ruin them, because I have much more power over them
than I have over you, and I should not wish to be the sort of employer who
abuses his power over his staff such that they fear and loathe him. I have a
responsibility towards them that I must keep. Surely you do not think me the
kind of man who would sleep with his servants."
Sir Roy shook his head. "No, my Lord, I could not think of you doing it. You
have much more power over me, yes, and I cannot imagine how frightening it
would be to be in the position of a servant trapped by a lustful Lord. I should
not like you if you did that, though what power I might have to stop you, I
dare not say."
Lord Aylesford touched his cheek. "Sir Roy, please, do not lower yourself so
much. You are not a servant, however low you may feel. You are my love, my
companion."
Sir Roy could not help lowering his head to him, feeling ashamed. "I am sorry,
my Lord. I have always been taught my place, and I am just a commoner, after
all. I still do not know what it is I am meant to do as your companion. Surely
I am too low in status to be your equal. Surely any son of a baron or viscount
would be more appropriate."
"Come over here and stand with me. Let me explain it to you again," Lord
Aylesford said.
Sir Roy went over and stood beside him. Lord Aylesford brought him into a warm
embrace and offered him a soft kiss. Holding him close, Sir Roy kept silent,
waiting for the Earl to speak.
"You are not a servant. You are my companion. I expect nothing more than your
company and conversation. I will have no one else, no matter what our ranks
are. I told you before that you must not let that difference come between us.
If you dwell on your status and my own, you will always feel insufficient. Our
Lord and Saviour does not care for such differences. In His eyes, we are both
equal, and I will not have you bowing your head to me, Sir Roy, not while you
are serving as my companion. When I am serving as yeomanry commander, then I
expect obedience, but not now while you are my companion. Do you understand?"
Lord Aylesford said.
"Yes, my Lord, I understand. I am sorry for taking so long to understand this.
I am not used to feeling as if I am an equal to an Earl, my Lord," Sir Roy
said.
Lord Aylesford smiled. "I know, Sir Roy. It is a big thing to ask of you, but
all I ask is that you trust me, and love me. Everything good and true will come
from there."
"Yes, my Lord. So what is it you wish me to do then, as your companion? I feel
I ought to know what it is I am meant to do, or I am afraid I will end up
embarrassing you. Am I to dress you? Am I to wash you? Am I to escort and serve
you? Am I to guard you? Am I just to be with you? What is it I am meant to do?
I am not at all sure right now," Sir Roy said.
"We will go over this in greater detail when we get to London, but I will try
to explain it so you will know what is being asked of you. You are not a
servant, so you are not to perform any duties that would otherwise be done by a
servant. That said, I will ask you to attend to me when we bathe, and you will
dress me when we prepare for the ball. My footman is not yet ready to serve as
valet while we are away, and part of your role will be accompanying me when I
travel. I feel like I am asking you to do too much, and you will probably be
thinking that you will not be able to fulfil your duties as a watchman if you
are to serve me completely as my companion. I have already voiced my preference
for you to return to the Academy and begin your Apprenticeship, and I still
feel that is the right choice for you, in spite of the promise you made to your
father, but I do understand your desire not to break that promise. I am willing
to allow you to serve as a personal guard and companion, if that will suffice
for now. When I am out with the yeomanry and the Watch, so shall you be as
well. It may be for the best, because it will keep you and Mr McDowell well
apart from each other. I hope you do not feel I am being too cruel in this
decision, but I believe this will give him the best chance to settle in without
aggravating the feud between you," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy turned away at the mention of Hugh, and he pulled away from the Earl's
embrace. "I still do not understand why you have allowed him to serve at all,
given it was not even his decision. He cannot be compelled to serve, surely. I
understood the yeomanry was voluntary."
"He is not of age yet. Until he is twenty one, his father can compel him to do
whatever he wishes. I also believe his behaviour would be better if he was not
so angry at you, but I am not certain that is a problem I can fix, nor will I
compel you to try. I believe in second chances, Sir Roy, and if Mr McDowell
still is not willing to behave as a proper gentleman should, I will expel him
from the yeomanry. But I will not do so until I have given him enough of a
chance to come good," Lord Aylesford said.
"So I am not to be on any more watches then? I am just to stay with you at
Packington and accompany you?" Sir Roy said.
"Yes, that is what I intend for you. You will be paid a retainer, like Miss
Matthews, and given board and lodgings. But we will organise all that once we
are back home. For now, I just want you to enjoy London. Can you do that for
me?" Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy nodded. "Yes, my Lord, I think I can do that."
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It took another two days to reach London, by which time Sir Roy was thoroughly
sick of the coach, and wished to be outside riding. He had never been
particularly fond of carriages. The motion did not agree with him, but the Earl
had insisted he ride in the coach with them, and unwilling to disobey, he did
as he was told. He had offered a little medicine to help calm his stomach, and
it did take the worst of the effects away, but he still felt uncomfortable and
uneasy while the carriage was moving.
That said, Sir Roy did feel he was better off in the carriage, given the
weather outside. The carriage was warm, and it did protect him from most of the
bad weather they encountered for most of the second day, but that did not make
Sir Roy feel any better. He missed Castella and her ambling gait. He almost
wanted to send for her to be brought to London so he could ride her home again,
but it might take another three days, and he felt it might be more trouble than
it was worth. Perhaps next time, he would ride her to London, then she would be
with him from the beginning, and he would not have to put up with feeling ill
for three days.
Aylesford House was a not insignificant townhouse only a few streets away from
Piccadilly. Sir Roy was expecting a small townhouse, but what he saw before him
was a block of four townhouses on a small street that had all been remodelled
by Lord Aylesford to make a single substantial and comfortable city home. It
had been tailored to Lord Aylesford's needs, with only two bedrooms for himself
and the Countess, and all their private quarters were on the third floor,
including a drawing room for Lady Aylesford and Miss Matthews, as well as four
guest rooms, should they be needed. The second floor comprised of a dining hall
and a grand ball room, for when the Earl held parties. The first floor had two
more reception rooms, and another drawing room, where Lord Aylesford often
hosted guests. Lord Aylesford's office was also on the first floor. It was
primarily used for parliamentary business and other political functions, and it
was protected with magic to keep it safe from being burgled. The cellar
contained the kitchens, servants' quarters, and storage areas, and behind the
house was the stables and coach house.
It was late afternoon by the time they arrived at the house, and Sir Roy could
not wait to get out, though he did remember his manners, and wait till the
footman had opened the carriage door to allow them out. He stepped away from
the carriage and took his first proper look at London. It was a large, dirty,
expansive city, and Sir Roy felt he might never see all of it even if he gave
himself a year.
Lord Aylesford brought an arm around his shoulders. "So, what do you think, Sir
Roy? This is London in all her glory. Isn't she beautiful?"
Sir Roy gazed around. There was a park across the street from them, and as
darkness fell, the street lamps lit one by one. The city was full of lights,
and the streets were busy as carriages and people and horses moved through
them. Birmingham was not this busy at this time of night, nor was it as big,
nor did it have so many people.
"I am not sure just yet what I think of the place. I have never been in any
city this big before," Sir Roy said.
"Don't worry, my friend, I will show you around over the next week. I think you
will love it after that," Lord Aylesford said, sounding more confident than Sir
Roy felt.
"I think you would very much like Hyde Park, Sir Roy. There is a beautiful rose
garden there that I adore. My Lord, you should also take him to Covent
Gardens," Lady Aylesford said.
"Yes, and there is a small chapel to St Anne you simply must visit. It is
nowhere near as magnificent as St Paul's, but I think it is just as beautiful,"
Miss Matthews said.
"I think I should like to see it, Miss Matthews. I have a fondness for small
chapels," Sir Roy said.
"My Lady and I often go to services there while we are in London. You would be
most welcome to accompany us, Sir Roy," Miss Matthews said.
"Yes, you should come with us, Sir Roy. I think you would find it very
peaceful," Lady Aylesford added.
"Well, then, I would be foolish to turn down such an offer, my Lady. I should
like that very much, thank you," Sir Roy said.
They stood a moment longer to take in the street. Lord Aylesford told him where
they were in relation to other great landmarks, such as the Royal Palace,
Westminster House, and St Paul's Cathedral. It did not help Sir Roy situate
himself in the city any better, though.
"Come on, I am sure you are more than eager to get inside and into a hot bath.
It has been a long day. May I welcome you to Aylesford House, Sir Roy," Lord
Aylesford said as he took him up the front steps and into the hall, gesturing
him inside.
Sir Roy stopped in the hall, gazing at the rich furnishings. It was almost as
grand as Packington Hall, all squashed into a much smaller space. In the middle
of the hall opposite the front door was the Aylesford crest, large but not
quite imposing, making it clear who owned the house. It appeared to be a wooden
carving, and the three dimensional aspect to it made it seem much more
substantial than it was. The crest itself comprised of a white field with a
black chevron, between which were three black griffins. A gold cross sat at the
apex of the chevron. The crest was supported by two proud lions, with the
Earl's coronet above it. Sir Roy's family did not have a coat of arms, as far
as Sir Roy was aware; he wondered what he might put on his if he ever earnt
that privilege.
"You have a beautiful house here, my Lord. I did not expect it to be quite so
large, but that does not remove from its elegance," Sir Roy said.
"Thank you, Sir Roy. Yes, she's not Packington Hall, but she's a good home away
from home. I do much of my work here. But enough of that. I am sure we are all
in need of a good rest and a good meal. Come, Sir Roy, it is time for you to
tend to me. We will eat at eight," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy didn't notice the butler bowing to the Earl and leaving them alone. He
was too focussed on Lord Aylesford, who had taken his hand and was now leading
him across to the staircase to take him upstairs. Sir Roy felt he didn't have
enough time to take in the house at all before they were in the bathing room.
It was strange to think the Earl even had a separate room for the bath at all,
but that was what the room was. It had a tiled floor, a large bath in the
centre of the room, and it appeared it opened onto both Lord and Lady
Aylesford's bedrooms, allowing them to share the bathing room.
"So, are you ready, Sir Roy? Do you think you're ready to serve me properly?"
Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy bowed his head. "Yes, my Lord."
"Good. Begin. I shall be taking proper notes of how well you do for later
reference, but do not think you are under any kind of test. I just want to see
how well you know your duties so I can work out what else I might need to teach
you," Lord Aylesford said.
"Yes, my Lord."
In many ways, Sir Roy was looking forward to this, and now that his love for
the Earl was no longer a secret, at least to Lord Aylesford, he felt he would
not feel so ashamed for tending to the Earl in such an intimate way. He would
have a chance to look at the Earl's scars again, and touch them.
Sir Roy went over to the bath, and noticed it was empty. The tub had a pipe
hanging over it, as if it was a well, but without water in it. There was some
sort of stopper on top of the pipe, though what it did, Sir Roy did not know.
"How am I to fill the bath, my Lord? Am I to carry the water up myself? I
thought you said I was not to do the work of servants?"
Lord Aylesford went over to the bath where Sir Roy was standing there, looking
puzzled. "Oh, I forgot you have not seen one of these before. Here, let me show
you how it works."
Sir Roy watched in awe as Lord Aylesford made a gesture he did not know, pulled
the stopper out, and all of a sudden, hot water began filling the bath. Lord
Aylesford looked pleased with himself. Sir Roy could not imagine such a
contraption.
"That is not real. Is it real, my Lord? How did you even do that? What kind of
magic is this?" Sir Roy said, backing away.
"Lord Stafford told me about it. They are still very new, but one day, they
will revolutionise society. All it consists of is a practical application of a
perpetual flame, and a solid tank of water. It sits in the cellar, and is
filled from the well. It heats up with the fire, and there are pipes that bring
the water all the way up here when the spell is cast and the stopper is
removed. I've got another larger system back at Packington, though I doubt you
would have seen it used then. Not having to cart water to the bath has made
everyone much happier, as has drinking boiled water, too. It must instil some
sort of healing power in it, because there is far less sickness now amongst my
staff. I can only thank God for giving us such incredible healing powers. I
always feel invigorated after my baths. You should join me, so you can
experience it as well," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy was not entirely sure about that. "Just teach me how to cast it, my
Lord, so I can do it next time. If I am to be responsible for bathing you, I
should know how to work your strange water system."
Lord Aylesford showed him the gesture. He cupped his left hand, and shaped his
right into the gesture normally used to invoke sacred fire. The gesture for
fire was pointed down into the cup, as if the fire was being taken in by the
water. Sir Roy understood those gestures well enough, and copied him.
"The spell is Ignigenae Aquae. It is called fireborn water. To begin filling
the bath, you cast the spell, and remove the stopper. The tank contains just
enough water to fill the bath to the right level, so you don't need to stop it,
though if you ever did need to do so, all you would need to do is put the
stopper in and clap twice to stop the flow. I hope you have enough initiations
to perform the spell, because if you don't, I'll have to initiate you into
Flame and Water myself, just to make sure you can cast the spell properly,"
Lord Aylesford said. He stopped the water then, and reached down to open a
small duct in the bottom of the tub, where the water began to flow back out
again. "It's going to go back down into the tank, and once the bath has
emptied, I want you to try to start it yourself, now that you know how it's
done."
"Yes, my Lord. I'll do my best," Sir Roy said.
In a moment, the bath was empty, and the duct was closed in preparation for the
water to flow in again. Sir Roy took a moment to call on Flame and Water,
hoping he had enough power to cast the spell. He did not want to seem so
incompetent he could not cast what seemed like a simple enough spell. That
said, he had never been particularly good at Flame magic, so perhaps this was
not to be his day. Flame magic was the hardest to control, and it never seemed
to obey him.
"When you are ready, Sir Roy, fill the bath," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy nodded in acknowledgement. He took a moment longer to draw in Flame to
his right hand, and Water to his left. They always felt strange when invoked
together. Forming the correct gestures, he brought his hands together in the
way Lord Aylesford had showed him and recited the spell.
"Ignigenae Aquae," Sir Roy said in his most commanding voice, before he removed
the stopper.
But nothing happened. The water did not flow. The magic dissipated from his
presence, and Sir Roy tried not to look too disappointed.
"I am sorry, my Lord. I do not think I can cast that spell. Flame just does not
like me, my Lord," Sir Roy said.
"Its respect is hardest to win out of all the first four elementals, that is
true. You should be high enough to cast, though. You did do your final
initiations, didn't you, before you did your final exams?" Lord Aylesford said.
"Yes, my Lord, I did. I could not have done my final exams until I had
undergone those rites to begin with. This spell isn't so advanced, is it?" Sir
Roy said.
"It shouldn't be. I have taught it to my valet, who has less magical education
than you. All he needed was a couple of Flame initiations, and he was fine. I
do not know why it will not work for you. Perhaps I will tutor you some more
and see why you can't cast it. For now, I will fill the bath until you can
learn to cast the spell properly," Lord Aylesford said.
"Yes, my Lord."
Sir Roy looked on as Lord Aylesford cast the spell effortlessly, making the hot
water begin to flow again. He did not like disappointing the Earl, but he just
did not have a knack for Flame magic. Perhaps he would never learn it, and he
would always fail to cast the spell, no matter how many initiations he had.
"Sir Roy, do remember you are not done yet. I have filled the bath, but you
still have to undress me and wash me," Lord Aylesford said, interrupting Sir
Roy's thoughts.
Sir Roy did not waste any more words, and turned his mind to his duty. Removing
each item of clothing and setting it aside, Sir Roy concentrated on that,
rather than the fact the Earl would be naked soon enough. He stood back when he
was done, and watched Lord Aylesford step into the water. He turned his eyes
away, not wishing to watch him.
"Come and join me, Sir Roy. Only my valet stands aside as I wash, and you are
not my valet," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy glanced at him. "Oh, no, my Lord. I would not dare interfere."
"You are not my servant, Sir Roy. Please stop behaving like one. It is not for
you to bow to me. Now, come and enjoy the water, my friend," Lord Aylesford
said, offering a kind smile.
After a moment of hesitation, Sir Roy decided it would be best to go along with
this. Besides, he did want to see how good the water was. He undressed and left
his clothes beside the Earl's before he slowly got in beside the Earl. The bath
was large enough to hold them both, though Sir Roy was sure he would not have
minded if it was so small he would have had to be close to Lord Aylesford out
of necessity.
Lord Aylesford brought an arm around his shoulders and brought him close. He
pressed a kiss to his temple, and Sir Roy braved a smile.
"I am sorry, my Lord. I am still not used to this. I cannot get used to being
your equal even though I am subservient to you. You say I am not, but I am. I
will never be your equal, my Lord, no matter how much I love you. I will always
be below you, but you seem to think I hate it that way. I assure you I like
serving. I serve you as I serve God. I am only a commoner, and you are a Peer
who is close to the King. What right do I have to call myself your equal?" Sir
Roy said.
"Do not think of us as Earl and baronet right now. Leave those ranks behind
with our clothes. There is nothing now between us, and here, we are true to
each other. You are Roy and I am Charles, and there is nothing else between us
but our love for each other, and for our Lord and Saviour. The water strips
away all those barriers between us. In God we are equal. Can you accept that,
Roy?" Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy shivered. Lord Aylesford was using his name again, just like Hugh did,
and offered his own Christian name in return. Sir Roy did not think he had any
right to that kind of intimacy with him. And yet, it had the right effect.
Stripping each other down to those simple names, devoid of rank or title, Sir
Roy thought he really felt it at last. Being beside the Earl, there was a soft
presence between them now that spoke of equals, rather than master and servant.
"I still feel like a child next to you. I am a cub and you are a lion, and I
should stay away because you will eat me if I am not careful. I cannot defend
myself against you. I have nothing left to fight with. You are a teacher, a
father, a warrior, a wizzard. You are everything I am not. I still do not
understand how we are equals, but I will accept it if that is what you want
from me. I do not think you will ever rid me of the feeling that I am beneath
you. I will always be below you. All I ask is that you let me serve you. Do not
treat me as an equal because that is not what I am. But let me serve you. That
I can do. That I can deal with. This I cannot understand, because I do not
believe it is right for me to claim that," Sir Roy said, breaking the silence
that had fallen between them.
"Perhaps I am asking too much of you, then. I did not think this would be so
hard for you to understand, but perhaps it is just not in your nature to be the
way I wish you to be. I think your father was like this, as well. I have a
memory of him taking on some of the valet's duties from time to time,
particularly when they were away together. Perhaps the difference in our ranks
is just too much for you to bear. I hope it is not insurmountable, though. I
still love you, Sir Roy. I love you as a man loves a woman, as much as I love
Lady Aylesford, as fiercely as Christ loves the Church. I will always feel that
way about you. I hope you can find enough freedom to love me in return. I am
afraid you may end up too overwhelmed by the difference between us, and find
yourself unable to offer yourself to me as I know you wish to do. Perhaps we
ought to serve each other. Perhaps tomorrow, I will tend to you as you have
tended to me. Perhaps that will help to show you that I feel you are a worthy
equal of mine," Lord Aylesford said.
"Shall I wash you, then, my Lord?" Sir Roy ventured.
"I would not dare stop you, Sir Roy. If it pleases you to serve me, then I
should not wish to deny you that pleasure," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy bowed his head. "Thank you, my Lord."
Taking a cloth and soap in hand, Sir Roy began washing him. It was a beautiful
pleasure indeed, as he took his time washing every inch of his body. He enjoyed
being able to be so close to his naked form, and he took note of all the scars
he could see. A few on Lord Aylesford's back were still a little tender, and it
took nothing more than the Earl's whispered command for Sir Roy to apply just a
little pressure on them with his finger as he washed them. Giving the Earl
pleasure felt good, and Sir Roy liked that it didn't feel so one-sided.
Every action was done with care and gentleness. Sir Roy did not dare try to be
intimate with him at such a time, though he did be as intimate as he dared. If
he stroked his prick, just a little bit, well, he was only taking care that it
was clean. That he could feel it harden, just a little bit, under his touch,
was a pleasant surprise. That the Earl was enjoying what he was doing gave him
a little more confidence.
The unexpected surprise came when Sir Roy was done. Lord Aylesford took the
cloth from him and silently began washing him in return. Sir Roy had never been
cared for in this way, not even by Hugh, and it startled him. Lord Aylesford
touched him as gently as he'd touched the Earl. Lord Aylesford kissed him
everywhere, murmuring words against his wet skin.
Lord Aylesford even managed to tame his hair with a few whispered spells. Sir
Roy was amazed to see it behaving as Lord Aylesford poured water over his head
to wash his hair. Sir Roy begged to be taught how to cast those spells to
ensure he would be presentable. Lord Aylesford said he would not need them, as
the spells only needed to be performed once to make the hair controllable. Sir
Roy still felt he would braid it tightly and magically bind it togther before
he went to the ball, though, just to make sure he would look his best for the
King.
It did not end there, however. Lord Aylesford led him from the bath and into
his bedroom. Leading him by the hand, Sir Roy had a fair idea of what was going
to happen next, though he dared not say anything in case he guessed wrong. All
he managed to focus on was Lord Aylesford's smile as he asked him to come close
with his hands, touching his hips gently, begging him to come near as his
fingertips gently pressed into his skin. Sir Roy found himself mirroring him. A
finger softly traced a scar that angrily crossed the Earl's right hip bone; Sir
Roy imagined a lucky blade had caught him by surprise. It made him shiver.
"Would you let me take you to bed, Sir Roy? I want to spend the night with you
by my side. I will provide a separate room for you if you ask it, but just
tonight, please, stay with me," Lord Aylesford said, his voice soft and
unassuming.
Lord Aylesford's words caught Sir Roy off-guard, and he glanced up, not sure
how to answer. "My Lord, I promised I would always stay by your side. If you
wish to share your bed with me, I will not refuse you. I cannot think of any
greater honour you could bestow on me."
Lord Aylesford leant in and kissed him, soft and lingering. "I am so glad you
are with me, Sir Roy."
Sir Roy did not particularly understand why the Earl felt that way about him,
but there were far worse things for any Earl to think about him, so he kissed
him back, giving in to his desires. He had decided not to think about whether
they were sinning. It did no good to turn his back on love, and if Lord
Aylesford did not think it wrong, either, and still could be a pious Christian,
then Sir Roy saw no reason not to adopt a similar position.
Lord Aylesford held him more tightly then, bringing him into his strong arms.
Sir Roy breathed in, allowing that sense of calm to come over him. He rested
his head against his chest, holding him back. To Sir Roy, it was the safest
place in the world, and he never wanted to leave.
"My Lord, I will always be by your side. Always. I do not wish to be anywhere
but here," Sir Roy murmured. "I just hope you will not die on me like everyone
else I love."
"We all die, Sir Roy. That is an unavoidable fact of life. Not even magic can
stop death. But I hope we will be together for many years. I would not wish to
cause you more grief than you already carry with you," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy pushed away from him a little, blinking away the tears caught in his
eyelashes. "No, my Lord. Please, do not talk of death, not now. I am sorry I
brought it up. I would rather love you. I have seen enough death already. Love
is what I want now."
"Then let me love you, Sir Roy. Come to bed with me. You will always be mine as
long as I live," Lord Aylesford said, reaching for him.
Sir Roy smiled and nodded. "Yes, my Lord. I will always be yours."
Lord Aylesford brought him close again, and invited him into bed with him. Sir
Roy was reminded of that first encounter in the bath house, when they had first
made love, as Lord Aylesford held him close, their bodies moving together
slowly and beautifully. The tenderness Lord Aylesford was showing towards Sir
Roy was more than he could really comprehend. If he had needed any more proof
of Lord Aylesford's love for him, that moment was it. Losing himself in the
pleasure Lord Aylesford was giving him, Sir Roy offered himself completely. Sir
Roy felt completely at peace with himself, able to enjoy the desires he'd been
born with without any guilt at all.
***** Chapter 8 *****
The next three days seemed to pass by in a blur. Sir Roy spent most of it with
Lord Aylesford, taking in all the sights of London. He also gladly accompanied
Lady Aylesford and Miss Matthews every evening to the small chapel they had
told him about for the service before dinner. It was just as the ladies had
promised, and Sir Roy was utterly taken with it. They made for good
conversation, and Sir Roy liked their company. They appreciated his presence,
too, as London was not always a safe place. Sir Roy took his duty seriously,
and guarded his ladies as best he could, making sure they came to no trouble.
Sir Roy had been fitted for a new suit to wear to the ball, and it took a lot
of strength not to baulk at the fact Lord Aylesford insisted on buying him such
a luxurious one that Sir Roy would not have dared spend so much on. Sir Roy
felt it suited an Earl more than a baronet, and he did not want to appear
overdressed for his position in front of the King. Lord Aylesford reassured him
it would be alright, though, and Sir Roy hoped he was right.
They had ridden through Hyde Park every morning. Sir Roy was riding one of Lord
Aylesford's horses, rather than Castella, but the beauty of the park more than
made up for that disappointment. Lord Aylesford showed him every part of it,
and Sir Roy found it a highly pleasant and beautiful place. He wished
Birmingham had something equally as beautiful to ride in. Perhaps he should see
if it would be possible to build something similar, though of course nowhere
near as grand, because he would not wish to outshine His Majesty's park.
The day of the ball appeared sooner than Sir Roy expected. There seemed to be
so much to do in such a short amount of time. All of his time was spent with
Lord Aylesford, making sure he was ready, before he dared turn his attention to
himself. He still did not know why he had been invited, but he would not refuse
the King, so he would attend the ball, and see what happened. Perhaps it would
not be so bad, after all. He would have Lord Aylesford with him.
Sir Roy did enjoy the afternoon they spent together. Once he had dressed Lord
Aylesford, Lord Aylesford returned the gesture, and made sure he was washed and
dressed properly. Having the Earl dress him felt like a wonderful privilege,
and he appreciated the fact that Lord Aylesford was not below offering such
service to him. Lord Aylesford spent the time explaining how he should behave,
and what to expect, as Sir Roy had never been to Court before. Sir Roy
appreciated it, as it helped settle his nerves.
With Lady Aylesford and Miss Matthews, Sir Roy and Lord Aylesford took the
carriage for the short drive to the palace, arriving a little after six
o'clock. Sir Roy was awed by it before he had even got inside. It was
magnificently large and extravagant, and Sir Roy felt immediately that he was
in the house of the King. They were escorted through to the ballroom, where a
good crowd had already gathered.
Sir Roy barely heard them all being formally announced as he took in the
ballroom. The chandeliers were the grandest he had ever seen, and there were
fine paintings and other artworks all over the room. The floor was made of the
finest Italian stone, and the walls were gilded and moulded exquisitely. The
ceiling, too, was painted in an elegantly magnificent way, with plaster
mouldings of angels and other beings all over the place. At the windows hung
plush curtains made of a rich, red velvet, with gold embroidery, bound with
thick gilded rope. Sir Roy had never seen such luxury in all his life, and he
had not a thought in his head as he slowly took in everything around him.
"I cannot believe I am even here, my Lord. What right do I have to be in a
place like this?" Sir Roy murmured.
"You are here at His Majesty's pleasure. I believe he also wished to see you,
though I do not know when that will be. Just try to enjoy yourself, Sir Roy.
You will need to get used to it. I get invited to many balls here, and you will
be accompanying me to them all," Lord Aylesford said.
They were offered glasses of wine, then, and Sir Roy felt he needed it, though
he did his best not to gulp it down in one go. He was not really used to
drinking it, and did not wish to indulge too much, as he did not wish to
embarrass himself. As he gazed around at the crowd, he recognised a few faces
in the crowd, but most were unknown to him. Sir Roy assumed they were all
nobles from other counties that he had never had a chance to meet socially. He
still did his best to memorise who they all were when Lord Aylesford began
introducing them by name, pointing out who was who.
Halfway through his second glass of wine, another servant approached them. Sir
Roy did not believe what he said.
"His Majesty requests an audience with Sir Roy Wood, 7th Baronet of Castle
Bromwich Hall. Will you follow me please, sir?"
Lord Aylesford smiled and squeezed Sir Roy's shoulder. "Go on, go and greet His
Majesty. I'll be waiting here for you when you return."
"Yes, my Lord. I will be back soon," Sir Roy said, gathering all the courage he
had left.
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Sir Roy was led out to a small but appropriately grandiose drawing room some
distance from the ballroom. His Majesty King Charles the Third was in
attendance, though he appeared to be alone. He turned to see Sir Roy ushered in
and smiled warmly.
"Ahh, you have arrived, Sir Roy. Please, do come in. I wanted a word with you,"
King Charles said.
Nervously looking around as he was left alone and the door closed, Sir Roy
stepped forward a little and bowed as deeply as he could.
"Your Majesty, I am humbled to be in your presence, Sire," Sir Roy said,
offering appropriate deference.
King Charles approached him and touched his shoulder. "Do not stand on protocol
now. There is no need. This is an informal meeting."
Confused by his words, Sir Roy looked up at him. He had a kind face, and soft
red hair. He was dressed in his royal finery, and there was a small coronet on
his head, but he did not seem to be as imperious as Sir Roy feared. Instead,
his smile diffused any tension between them. Without the formality of the
throne room, and the multitude of attendants, it was easier to relax around
him. Sir Roy liked him, and he respected his piety. This was the man who had,
after all, given perpetual fire to the masses, and radically changed how even
the poorest amongst them lived. Sir Roy held him in great respect for that.
Nervously, Sir Roy straightened, wondering what he wished to talk about. He
watched as the King went to pour him a glass of brandy.
"I am sorry we have to meet in such grievous circumstances. I offer my sincere
condolences to you, and to Lady Elysia. You are far too young to have suffered
so much loss. Your family have always been steadfast and loyal, and I expect
you will be, too. I am glad you are here. I have long wished to meet you," King
Charles said, offering him a glass.
Sir Roy took it, knowing he needed it. It was the best brandy he had ever
tasted, though of course it would be, if it was good enough for His Majesty to
drink. "Thank you, Sire. It is an honour to be invited into your presence. I do
not feel ready for any of this, but I do not have the luxury of time anymore. I
have succeeded my father and brothers, and I am all that is left. You have my
sword, should you ever need it, Sire."
King Charles smiled and touched his cheek. "You are a good and honourable man,
Sir Roy. I am glad to welcome you to court." He brought an arm around Sir Roy's
shoulder and they walked over to the window. "Now, Sir Roy, I have something I
wish to ask of you. I wish to honour you for the service your family have
given. Would you accept admittance to the Order of the Garter? I have six
vacancies to fill, and both Lord Aylesford and Lord Capill recommended you. I
feel it is the least you deserve. Your family have given their lives in defence
of the Crown, and I know there is nothing I can offer that will repay that
debt, but I hope this might be some small compensation."
Sir Roy did not know what to say to such an offer. To be knighted would be
honour enough, but knighted into the highest order seemed too much. Sir Roy did
not think it was the sort of thing one ought to turn down, though, not if one
was as ardent a Royalist as Sir Roy was. He finished his drink in a bid to
steady his nerves again and set the glass aside, trying to take in what the
King had just said to him.
"If you wish to honour me in such a way, Sire, I would be happy to accept it. I
cannot begin to thank you for considering me for such an honour. It is not
befitting such a man as I," Sir Roy said.
"Sir Frederick, and two of your brothers served in the Household Cavalry. I
knew them well. They were excellent soldiers. I know it cannot bring your
family back, but I still wish to recognise you for your service," King Charles
said.
Sir Roy bowed his head respectfully. "Thank you for your kind words, Sire. I
will be forever grateful for bestowing such an honour upon me, Sire."
King Charles smiled. "I ask for nothing more than your loyalty, Sir Roy. I will
deal with all the required arrangements, and organise for you to be granted
arms. They will be borne high in St George's, Sir Roy, when you are installed
next April, so think well on what you should like. Now, I suggest you return to
the ball. I am so glad you came, Sir Roy. It has been a pleasure to meet you at
last. I wish you every success."
Sir Roy bowed deeply again. "I thank you, Sire. God bless you, Sire."
"May He watch over you too, Sir Roy," King Charles said.
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Sir Roy was in something of a daze when he found his way back to Lord
Aylesford. The Earl was talking to another man, one Sir Roy recognised as a
Marquis Lord Aylesford had pointed out before. Lord Aylesford smiled and
brought Sir Roy in as he introduced him.
"My Lord Montagu, may I introduce Sir Roy Wood. Sir Roy, may I introduce Lord
Montagu. I believe you are related to Lord Warwick, is that correct?" Lord
Aylesford said.
"A few generations back, yes. But we are not close. It is no loss, though. I do
not mind that he has the castle. I would rather not have to maintain it, and
spend my time and money elsewhere," Lord Montagu said. "I have not seen you
here before, Sir Roy. Is this your first time at Court?"
"Yes, my Lord. I have very recently succeeded to the baronetcy, though I fear
it has cost me far too much. This is my first time here as the seventh baronet,
and it is all a little overwhelming," Sir Roy said, being as honest as he
dared.
"You remember the late Sir Frederick, do you not, Lord Montagu? This is his
youngest son, Sir Roy," Lord Aylesford said.
Lord Montagu smiled broadly at Sir Roy and shook his hand warmly. "Ahh, I am
honoured to meet any son of Sir Frederick. He was a good man. It was a shame to
have lost him so young. He served well, and with honour."
"I did not know he was so well regarded, my Lord. I did not see much of him,"
Sir Roy said.
Lord Montagu rested a hand on Sir Roy's shoulder. "Such is the life of a
soldier, Sir Roy. He was a brave man. Any regiment would be proud to count him
amongst their members. Fought and drank like a lion, but there was no one I
would rather have with my men than Sir Frederick. Powerful wizzard, too. He'd
just about earnt himself a Grand Magus degree by the time he'd died.
Magnificent man, and a tragic loss for the country."
"I am sorry I did not know him better, then. He sounds like he was a fine man
indeed," Sir Roy said.
"One of the best. Now, I hope you will excuse me, Lord Aylesford, I must go and
talk Lord Coventry out of pushing those ridiculous tax reforms I told you about
last week. They will only infuriate the American colonists further, which will
hardly keep them at peace with us. He is asking for war, mark my words, my
Lord. It was an honour to meet you, Sir Roy. Perhaps I will call on you one
day. I think you deserve to know more about your father. Until then, live like
a lion, my boy. Live like a lion," Lord Montagu said.
"I will do my best, my Lord. I bid you goodbye, then," Sir Roy said.
"I do hope Lord Coventry does not cause you any distress. If you cannot get
through to him, tell him I will come round and change his mind for him," Lord
Aylesford said cheerfully.
Lord Montagu laughed. "I hope it does not come to that, my Lord!"
Lord Aylesford smiled as he watched him go. Sir Roy braved a smile, as well. He
had quite liked the Marqis, and the offer of further conversation pleased Sir
Roy immensely. He was keen to learn more about his father.
"So, how did you go with His Majesty?" Lord Aylesford asked.
"He wishes to knight me, my Lord. Into the Garter. I still do not believe the
offer was even made, but perhaps it will feel more real in time. I cannot
understand why I would be given such an honour. I do not think I have done
anything to deserve it. But if it is His Majesty's wishes, then I can but only
accept them, and thank God for my good fortune. If the King is pleased with me,
then I am happy," Sir Roy said.
"I did wonder if he was going to offer you that tonight. I am sorry if it
seemed like such a surprise, but I promised I would not tell you about it until
His Majesty had made the offer. I would not mention it to anyone else tonight,
though. It is for the King to make those announcements, not you. It is a
genuine privilege to be knighted into the Order, and admittance is at the
King's discretion. If he wishes to offer you one of the twenty four places, I
would think he was very well pleased with you indeed," Lord Aylesford said.
"Yes, I do know it is an immense privilege to even be considered for such an
honour. I am to be granted arms, too. I had not expected that. I have much to
think about now, until I am installed next year," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford took his arm. "I will be happy to offer any assistance that you
require. Come, there is someone else I wish you to meet while we are here..."
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Sir Roy was quietly pleased when they were called in for the banquet. He had
been introduced to several Peers, and Sir Roy was not sure he remembered all
their titles. Sir Roy was not entirely sure of the correct protocol for royal
banquets, though Lord Aylesford did his best to reassure him he could encounter
nothing strange. Indeed, Lord Aylesford had spent the afternoon before they had
come to the Palace that evening going over everything that would happen, so
that Sir Roy felt more prepared for the night's events. It didn't make him any
less nervous though, as they were announced, along with Lady Aylesford and her
companion, by the Royal Herald.
"Presenting the Right Honourable, the Earl of Aylesford, the Right Honourable,
the Countess of Aylesford, Sir Roy Wood, Baronet of Castle Bromwich Hall,
Warwickshire, and Miss Eleanor Matthews, daughter of Viscount Waverley."
Sir Roy looked around nervously as they entered the hall, knowing everyone was
looking at him. He distracted himself by taking note of the banqueting hall,
which was had a ceiling as high as a cathedral, and contained ornate
chandeliers, tapestries, and other ancient items. The room was set up with four
long tables at a right angle to the royal table at the far end of the room,
which sat upon a raised platform, and bore rich red tablecloths bearing the
royal arms.
Lord and Lady Aylesford entered together, and Sir Roy and Miss Matthews behind
them, as they were escorted to their seats. Sir Roy took her arm as they
walked; he had discovered he quite liked escorting the ladies, and he was
pleased he had found at least two women he enjoyed spending time with. It made
him feel less nervous about marriage, should he spend the time to find a woman
whose company he enjoyed. A marriage like Lord Aylesford's would be ideal, and
he smiled a little as he watched them walking in front of them. The affection
between them was obvious, and Sir Roy was still surprised it was so genuine,
and not just feigned love to keep up appearances. Lady Aylesford smiled warmly
at her husband, and Lord Aylesford had an arm around her waist, holding her
close.
Sir Roy did not know where they would be sitting, nor where he felt he ought to
be sitting, but they ended up being seated in one of the middle tables not far
from the royal table. He was seated beside Lord Aylesford; Lady Aylesford and
her companion were seated on the other side of him. There were other guests
seated around them, and Sir Roy didn't particularly know who they were. The
tables were filling up fast, though. Once everyone had been seated, the Royal
Family would enter, and after that, the feast would begin.
"Sir Roy, allow me to introduce an old friend of my father. This is Lord
Hereford and his lovely wife. Lord Hereford, may I introduce Sir Roy Wood, son
of Sir Frederick," Lord Aylesford said, introducing the couple before them.
Sir Roy acknowledged them. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my Lord, and you, my
Lady."
"You're Sir Frederick's boy, then? Yes, you do look like him, don't you?
Terrible loss for everyone involved. Aylesford's father grieved for weeks when
he heard the news. Sent him to his grave, did it not?" Lord Hereford said.
"It might well have done. I am not sure of everything that happened. I was away
at the Academy," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy turned to Lord Aylesford. "What did your father look like, my Lord? I
have a memory of my father's funeral, of a man I did not know who did grieve
more for him than anyone else did. I remember him leaving a red rose on his
coffin."
"I was not permitted to go to the funeral, but what you remember correlates
with what my mother told me of it a few years ago. I told you before that they
were very close. I am not surprised my father grieved so much," Lord Aylesford
said.
"Everyone I have talked to tonight has said what a great man my father was. I
wish I had known him better than I did," Sir Roy said.
The conversation moved on as more guests were seated. Sir Roy did not try to
remember who they all were when he was introduced to them, though he did try to
pay attention when the Herald announced them to see if he might remember them
that way. He did recognise some of his teachers from the Academy as they came
in. Lord Albion and his wife were in attendance, as were Lord Capill, and Lord
Stafford. He did not see Lord Warwick, but he was not sure if he would. He had
heard the Earl was a Dissenter, but Sir Roy was not entirely sure about that,
given what Lord Aylesford had told him about their rivalry. If Lord Warwick so
desperately wanted Lord Aylesford's role as Lord Lieutenant of the county, he
could hardly be that firmly against the King. Lord Warwick did eventually turn
up with his wife, though they were seated at the other end of the hall, and Sir
Roy felt that said enough for him to know how the King felt about him.
As they waited for everyone to be seated, more wine was passed around, as well
as plates of small pastries. Sir Roy turned down another glass of wine. He was
beginning to feel the effects of the two glasses he had had earlier, and
decided against any more. He did not wish to end up like Hugh by drinking so
much he was an embarrassment. He did quite like the pastries, though. He had
never seen such food before, and the chance to try it was eagerly accepted.
The sound of the trumpets and the entry of a small group of the King's Guard
signalled that everyone had been seated, and the Royal Family was about to
enter. Sir Roy joined everyone by standing up and facing the centre aisle, and
waiting in the silence as the King and Queen, the Prince of Wales, and his
wife, were formally announced, and then escorted through to the royal table at
the end of the hall. They were led in by Sir Dominic Dymoke, the King's
Champion, his sword drawn in case anyone was daft enough to challenge the
King's authority in the middle of a banquet. Lord Darling, said to be the
King's closest confidante, came in behind the Prince. Sir Dominic offered the
traditional challenge, though no one took him up on the offer, before he raised
a toast to the King and Queen.
Sir Roy noticed how different the King looked. He was dressed a little more
formally, though not as if he were holding court, though the coronet remained
the same. Sitting in what looked like a throne, even though it was not one,
made the King sit differently. He still smiled warmly, and he was greeted with
great affection, but Sir Roy felt this was His Majesty in a slightly more
formal role than the King he had met earlier in the evening. Sir Roy would
still protect him if he had to, though.
The King led them in prayer before the banquet began, and Sir Roy was surprised
to hear him praying in Latin. Surely that was a Catholic thing to do, to reject
the vernacular in favour of a language most could not understand. But Sir Roy
said nothing. If His Majesty wished to pray in Latin, particularly amongst the
Peers who were in attendance that night, then Sir Roy felt he could do just
that. Once grace was spoken, everyone took their seats, and the King proclaimed
the banquet should begin.
The hall became quite noisy after that. Food was brought out - more food than
Sir Roy had ever seen in one place before, and everyone began talking. Sir Roy
could barely follow conversation around him, though he did do his best. It was
quiet enough to hear Lord Aylesford, and Lord Hereford opposite him, but
anything else was lost to him. The food was enough of a distraction, anyway,
and he concentrated on that, rather than on trying to talk to anyone.
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By eleven, the dancing had begun in the adjacent ball room. Sir Roy had never
much liked this part of social occasions, and did not consider himself to be
much of a dancer, but he did his best, and danced as much as he felt he was
obliged to dance. He was not aware of who he had been dancing with, for the
most part. The ladies had been lovely enough, but he just could not bring
himself to be more open with them. He knew his mother would probably be
disappointed he did not try harder to find a wife at such an event, but Sir Roy
had other things on his mind.
It was not the dancing that bothered him the most, though. Once he had decided
he had danced enough, he had returned to Lord Aylesford's side just as Lord
Warwick decided it was the time to talk to Lord Aylesford himself. Sir Roy was
not prepared for the way Lord Warwick approached them, and Sir Roy suspected he
had drunk too much wine. He had not seen the Earl behaving in such an
uncivilised manner before.
"I hear Montagu has been telling tales about me. What say you, Aylesford? Has
he been cursing my good name in the ear of the King?" Lord Warwick said.
"I can assure you, my Lord, that nothing of the sort has happened. Lord Montagu
is his own master, though, and I believe your quarrel is better directed at
him. I would not curse you to the King; you seem quite able to do that
yourself. You are asking for a fight in the middle of His Majesty's ball. I
would not wish to attract the attention of Sir Dymoke, whom I am quite sure
would be pleased to escort you from the Palace," Lord Aylesford said, a little
too cheerfully for Sir Roy's liking.
Lord Warwick spat at his feet. "I do not care for your attitude, Aylesford. I
am not asking for a fight, though if that is what you want, then I will gladly
accept the challenge. You trample on my honour, my Lord, and I am tired of it.
Let us settle this properly as gentlemen and peers, and then I will prove I am
an honourable man."
"I trample on nothing of yours, my Lord Warwick. You are too young and foolish
if you think you can best me in a fight. I would not consider it worth the
trouble," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy had backed off, not wishing to get involved, but Lord Warwick saw him
then and grasped his coat, bringing him close. "You have taken the best wizzard
from our Academy, my Lord, and I will have him back if I must steal him from
you myself. He belongs with us, not with you and your toy soldiers."
That was what set Lord Aylesford off, and he landed a solid punch upon Lord
Warwick's jaw, sending him flying backwards. Sir Roy broke free, and took his
leave, not wanting to wait around in case Lord Warwick wished to fight over him
some more.
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Sir Roy did not look back as he left the ballroom and found his way to a small
courtyard garden nearby. He had never seen Lord Warwick acting like he had just
then, and it frightened him. He had only taken a few lectures with him back at
the Academy, as he mostly taught about Flame magic, which Sir Roy did not at
all like. Taking a moment to settle his nerves, he took a seat on a bench by a
small pond, and wished he was back home.
The evening had been quite overwhelming for him, as most social events tended
to be, and he was exhausted. He did not feel like he belonged at court, and
wondered if he could avoid it for the rest of his life. Too much had happened,
from the King wishing to knight him into the Order of the Garter, to the feast,
the dancing, and then Lord Warwick threatening to steal him back from Lord
Aylesford. He was quite shaken indeed, and he spent a moment in prayer, hoping
it would calm him. When he looked up, he found Lord Stafford waiting for him.
Sir Roy got to his feet, unsure what he wanted.
"Do you need me, my Lord?" Sir Roy said. "Lord Warwick is not going to steal
me, is he?"
Lord Stafford brushed him off. "Warwick is drunk and melancholy. Leave him be.
He is not in his right mind. I am sure he did not mean what he said, though. I
am sorry that you were brought into their argument. It has been going on for
years, though quite why, I cannot say. You are not hurt, are you?"
Sir Roy shook his head. "No, my Lord, I am fine. I am just shaken, and tired,
and I wish to be home in my bed. Social events exhaust me, my Lord. I am so
overwhelmed by everything tonight."
"Yes, Aylesford said you might be feeling that way. He said I was to take you
home if you asked it. He has some matters to deal with, not including his
quarrel with Warwick, and he may be some time. Are you staying at Aylesford
House?" Lord Stafford said.
"Yes, I am. I am staying with Lord and Lady Aylesford while I am in London,"
Sir Roy said.
"Then let us leave. It is late, and I should like to get to bed myself. My
carriage is waiting, should you wish to accompany me," Lord Stafford said.
"I think I should like that very much, my Lord. Thank you," Sir Roy said.
With a smile, Lord Stafford brought an arm around his shoulder and led him back
through the Palace to where his carriage was waiting. It was smaller than Lord
Aylesford's, but just as nice, and Sir Roy was grateful it would not be a long
ride. He really did not like carriages. It was not long before they had arrived
at Aylesford House, and Sir Roy happily left the carriage.
"Would you like to come in for a while, Lord Stafford? I would appreciate your
company until Lord Aylesford arrives," Sir Roy said.
It did not take Lord Stafford long to agree. "Certainly, it would be good to
catch up with my favourite student."
Sir Roy was pleased. He was not sure he wanted to be alone. Lady Aylesford and
her companion were still at the ball, as far as Sir Roy was aware, and he would
appreciate having someone with him while Lord Aylesford and the ladies
returned. Sending the carriage around to their stables at the back to keep them
out of sight while they waited, Sir Roy brought Lord Stafford in, and they made
their way through to Sir Roy's favourite drawing room. Sir Roy called it the
forest room.
The room contained a large fire that was warming the room quite well. The walls
were a dark green, with intricate patterns on the wallpaper that looked like
vines and leaves. Combined with the wooden furniture and floor, Sir Roy just
thought it looked like a forest. It brought back a few fleeting memories of
that afternoon he'd spent with Lord Aylesford in the woods, but he pushed it
away. He might save reminiscing about that for when Lord Aylesford returned.
After fixing them both a glass of brandy, they took their seats by the fire,
and Sir Roy drank in the calm quiet. His mind was finally able to relax now
that it was away from the ball and all was quiet.
"I see you have your Apprentice ring. Congratulations," Lord Stafford said as
he glanced over at him.
"Sir Richard gave it to me. Lord Albion insisted I have it. Apparently I am
still technically enrolled at the Academy, though I did not realise it until
Sir Richard told me. Both Lord Aylesford and Sir Richard want me to serve my
Apprenticeship under their tuition, though I have had barely any time to talk
to either of them about it yet," Sir Roy said.
"I'd teach you if you asked. Warwick is right that you are a huge loss to the
Academy. I'm sure any of your teachers would be willing to teach you if you
asked. Sir Richard said he'd been teaching you some new magic, too, from the
second four. I take it he has done your first initiations into the second
four?" Lord Stafford said.
Sir Roy nodded. "Electricity and Mineral, I've done those two. He wanted to
wait before he did the second two, Animal and Vegetable. He said they were
trickier, and he was not sure he was the right wizzard to do them for me," Sir
Roy said.
"Oh, he usually gets me to do those ones. I'm surprised he hasn't asked yet.
I'm happy to do them whenever you're ready for them. They are intense, but I
find they are easier to handle. I usually do Animal first, and then Vegetable,
because it's a better lead in. I always add in a meditation for Animal, because
I find it helps you connect to it better. It has many faces, and you work best
with it once you find the one that resonates best with you. It's a long
process, though, so don't ask me to do it tonight. I'm sure you're too tired to
go through another two elemental initiations right now," Lord Stafford said.
"I am tired, yes. I would rather wait til we were back home, and I have had a
chance to see what Lord Aylesford wishes for me," Sir Roy said. He turned to
Lord Stafford then. "Is it true that you worship idols? I heard such strange
rumours around the Academy before I left. They say you came back from your
travels worshipping false gods. You keep a mirror in a box and worship it as if
it were a god."
"It would be hard to explain it to you, since you were not there. Even I cannot
believe it some days, because I met real gods over there that we have no
conception of here in Britain. I do keep a mirror in the shrine, but it is not
a god. It is a sacred object. The god who claimed me is reflected in it. It is
similar to a sacred relic, such as you would find in some Christian churches,
if that concept is easier for you to grasp," Lord Stafford said.
"Oh, yes, that makes sense, though I am still uneasy about your worship of
false gods. You were Christian, weren't you?" Sir Roy said.
"Yes, I was, but while I was in Japan, I saw another face of God, and it spoke
to me in such a way that I could not refuse it. If my experiences had been
unique, and never heard of by other Japanese, I might have thought it the
Devil's work, but I saw the face of another God, one that many others have also
seen. I could not disbelieve then. I doubt you will ever really understand what
I experienced unless you ever experience it for yourself, though," Lord
Stafford said.
"It did feel incredibly profound when Lord Aylesford showed me another face of
God I had never known before, but that is as close as I can get, I think, to
what you are talking about. I cannot imagine what you have experienced, not at
all," Sir Roy said.
"Few have been as far as I have across Europe and Asia. It is a long, arduous
journey, and I would not recommend it if you are not absolutely committed to
going there. I had to learn their languages and customs, and many had not ever
seen a while person before. It took me a whole year before I could convince a
dragon master to teach me his secrets, once I had proved I was willing to
learn, and that I was respectful of their language and culture. But I am so
glad I went. It has changed my life, Sir Roy, and for the better," Lord
Stafford said.
"Do they have dragons over there? Are they like ours?" Sir Roy asked,
intrigued.
"I went in search of dragons, Sir Roy, and I found them. I was lucky enough to
meet one. They are gentle creatures over there, benevolent spirits that bring
good luck. They are very different to ours. They belong to Water. Ours belong
to Flame. The two are mutually incompatible," Lord Stafford said. He paused a
moment and looked at him. "Are you really interested in this? Most people just
dismiss me as an idolater and leave me alone."
Sir Roy turned to look at him, eager to hear more. "Oh, I am interested, my
Lord. I always loved your lectures at the Academy. I have not travelled very
much, my Lord, and I love hearing about other places in the world I have yet to
see. Please, tell me more about how they cast magic. I assume they have magic
over there? I often wonder if other parts of the world have magic, and whether
it is the same as ours. I can never be sure, but I think about it a lot."
Lord Stafford gazed at the fire a moment. "They cast magic in a very different
way in Japan. I spent the most time there, once I had travelled through China.
I did not fully understand their system of magic until I had learnt their
language. They have a special set of written characters that are used for
magical purposes, and combined with magic inks and papers, and the right kinds
of rituals, the magic is cast. They always burn their spells to cast the magic.
It is peculiarly effective, though, once you see how it works..."
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It was another hour before Lord and Lady Aylesford, and Miss Matthews, arrived
home from the Palace. Sir Roy didn't notice until Lord Aylesford entered the
drawing room. Sir Roy had spent the time listening to Lord Stafford talking
about Japanese magic, and had quite lost track of the time. Sir Roy and Lord
Stafford got to their feet as Lord Aylesford came over to them.
"I see you've been keeping some good company tonight, Sir Roy. I thank you for
keeping him company, Lord Stafford. Lord Warwick has been dealt with, for now,"
Lord Aylesford said. "Shall I call for your carriage, Lord Stafford? There is a
spare room here should you not wish to travel home so late."
Lord Stafford politely declined the offer. "No, I will take the carriage. I
have spells enough to keep me safe, and I live not far from here. It is no
trouble. I have enjoyed Sir Roy's company tonight, and I may call on you one
last time before I leave London, if that is acceptable."
"You are always welcome in my house, Lord Stafford. I thank you again. Come, I
must discuss something with you a moment before you leave. Sir Roy, please wait
for me upstairs. I will be with you shortly," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy bowed his head to them. "Yes, my Lord. Goodnight, Lord Stafford."
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Not wishing to intrude further, Sir Roy took his leave and went back to Lord
Aylesford's room to wait for him. He wondered what they were talking about. He
didn't think on it long, though. He had too much on his mind, again, and
decided to pray instead. He needed to quieten his mind, otherwise he would not
be able to sleep.
He took a moment to undress from his formal attire and dress in something much
more comfortable, knowing he would be in bed soon. With the fire going, and a
pair of lamps lit, he took out his rosary and climbed into bed. It was another
habit he had picked up from Hugh, and he had found the act of praying the
rosary helped to calm him when nothing else did. Getting comfortable, he held
the beads in his right hand, and began to pray, allowing the events of the
night to dissipate.
Sir Roy could not remember how many people he had met that night. Lord
Aylesford seemed intent to introduce him to just about everyone, and soon, Sir
Roy lost track of who was who. He knew it was important to do, though, and
everyone he met had a kind word for him, and echoed Lord Montagu's sentiments
that his father, Sir Frederick, was a brave warrior, and a good man. Sir Roy
wondered how he had come to know so little about his own father, and wondered
why his mother had not told him anything about him.
He had other thoughts in his head, too, and, unbidden, he thought of the first
time he had seen Hugh praying a rosary, and after that, the first time he had
seen Hugh winding the beads around his hard prick and stroking himself with
them. At the time, Sir Roy had felt it sacrilegious to do so, but Hugh had
calmed him, and suggested he should just try it before he condemned it, and Sir
Roy sat there beside him, trousers around his ankles, as Hugh wrapped the beads
around his hard prick and ran them up and down his length. They were tight
enough to feel a little restrictive, and the way they rolled over his hot skin
felt wonderful. Hugh had knelt on the floor between his legs and, with the
beads wrapped around Sir Roy's prick, Hugh stroked him until he had come hard
into his now-bare chest.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," Hugh had murmured as he licked a little
of Sir Roy's seed off his fingers. "It has been ... a few hours since my last
confession, and I have sinned so badly, Father." Hugh moved up and leant over
Sir Roy as he lay back on the bed. "I have touched myself intimately, and
desecrated the rosary. I have lain with another man, and tasted his seed. I
have kissed him, and have allowed him into my heart."
Sir Roy had quite forgotten about what had happened that afternoon, and the
image of Hugh being so filthily religious was threatening to arouse him. Sir
Roy remembered he had whispered some sort of absolution, though the exact words
were lost to him, and then he had licked Hugh's chest, tasting himself as he
cleaned him up. Sir Roy could barely believe he had been so bold once upon a
time, but they had been but thirteen back then, and Sir Roy did not know how
badly he was sinning, or if he did, he did not care. He had been but a child,
and felt they were just playing, getting to know their changing bodies as they
began to grow into men.
It was only now, when he could look back on those times with less shame and
judgement, that he could evaluate those times differently. All the nights when
they had comforted each other in bed, or when they had sent the servants away
as they washed themselves and touched each other. They never had sex in the way
Sir Roy had sex with Lord Aylesford; there had been no penetration, but they
had touched each other's pricks, and held each other close, and Sir Roy
reminded himself that, once upon a time, he had loved Hugh very much, in the
same sort of way he loved Lord Aylesford. But love was different when they were
both children, and it did not mean anything anymore.
Lord Aylesford chose that moment to interrupt his, well, what had been prayers
about five minutes earlier. He lay on the bed beside him, gazing up at him,
though he had not changed yet.
"I do love how beautiful you look when you pray," Lord Aylesford said softly.
Sir Roy turned to look at him. "Hu-Mr McDowell used to think so, too."
"Are you using a rosary? I did not know you had become Catholic in my brief
absence," Lord Aylesford said.
"Mr McDowell taught me how to pray with it. It calms my mind, and I needed
calming after the ball tonight," Sir Roy said. "Are you alright, my Lord? I did
not mean to cause any trouble between you and Lord Warwick tonight."
Lord Aylesford brushed him off. "It was not your fault. Like I said, we have
been sworn enemies for years. You just happened to get in the way. But do not
worry, he has been dealt with, and you are safe with me now."
Sir Roy offered him a shy smile. "I did rather like the way you hit him, my
Lord."
Lord Aylesford smiled. "It was a good hit, wasn't it? He is not old enough to
trouble me much further. Last I saw him, he was trying to challenge me to a
duel as the King's Guard dragged him down to the dungeons to sober up. I think
His Majesty wishes to remind him how perilous his position is. But I will not
end the night talking about him. I would rather talk about you."
"About me, my Lord?" Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford shifted up and pressed a hand above Sir Roy's groin. "You have
been thinking unnatural thoughts again, I can tell. What have you been thinking
about?"
Sir Roy swallowed, both aroused and ashamed. "Oh, I should not wish to tell
you. They are not pleasant. Just - sinful things I did when I was young."
"Make your confession to me, my love, and I will absolve you," Lord Aylesford
murmured against his neck. "He used his beads, didn't he? I have heard stories
about those confession booths. Tell me, what did he do? Did he touch you with
them?"
Sir Roy swallowed. He was not sure he had the voice to express what he'd done.
He didn't stop Lord Aylesford taking the rosary from him, and he almost willed
the Earl to use them as Hugh had done. Knowing how aroused he was, he leant
over and whispered to the Earl what Hugh had done with the beads. The Earl took
him in his arms, and as they pressed close to each other, Lord Aylesford
wrapped the beads around Sir Roy's hard prick, and began slowly stroking him.
It jolted Sir Roy with pleasure and pain, and he had to concentrate as he
whispered to the Earl, who murmured back against his neck, and the vibrations
of his voice sent shivers down his spine.
Sir Roy felt he would have been happy enough if the Earl had finished him off
with that, but just as he was so aroused he felt he was about to burst, the
Earl lay him down on his back and straddled his hips as he undressed. Sir Roy
could barely imagine what the Earl had in mind, particularly not once he was
naked, and the Earl began rubbing Sir Roy's prick with oil.
"I think it is time you had me, my love. This will be easiest on you, since you
have never done this before, and I would not like you to hurt yourself. I want
you to feel how wonderful it is to be inside your lover, and fill him with
pleasure," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy almost went to protest, not feeling like it was appropriate for him to
take the Earl as if he were a woman, as he did not necessarily feel manly
enough to dominate the Earl in such a way. But the position they were in made
it feel better. Sir Roy would still be underneath the Earl, and he would still
be giving him pleasure, but he could still believe the Earl was taking charge.
He stopped thinking at all as Lord Aylesford finished slicking them up, and
slowly lowered himself down onto Sir Roy's prick. Sir Roy gasped, and then
noticed Lord Aylesford had wrapped the rosary around his own cock, and was
stroking himself slowly with them as he got comfortable.
Sir Roy was not sure what he was expecting it to feel like. The Earl sat tight
around him, and muscles squeezed hard against him. The oil reduced the friction
between them as the Earl slowly moved on him. Sir Roy instinctively moved with
him, keeping pace with his slow movements. Lord Aylesford was softly chanting
Latin prayers, and occasionally, he reached down and leant against Sir Roy's
chest, moving on him a little faster. Sir Roy leant up to kiss him, loving how
flustered and happy he looked as he took his pleasure from him.
There was a murmured command for Sir Roy to wait, to hold off his own pleasure
until after Lord Aylesford had come. Sir Roy did his best. He tried to hold
back as he watched Lord Aylesford fisting his prick fast, the beads pressing
into his erection, as he finally spilled his seed onto Sir Roy's chest. Sir Roy
was not sure how he managed to keep himself from coming. It was perhaps only
due to Lord Aylesford moving off him and switching their positions, so that Sir
Roy was now on top of the Earl. Lord Aylesford carefully wrapped the beads back
around Sir Roy's prick, and asked him to give himself pleasure.
Gazing down at Lord Aylesford spurred him on. Lord Aylesford lay there, covered
in Sir Roy's seed, looking blissfully content. He held Sir Roy's hips gently as
Sir Roy began stroking himself, giving in to the pleasure of the beads as they
wrapped around his prick. He didn't last long, and gasped as he came hard. He
kept stroking as he rode out his orgasm, making sure as much of his seed was
expelled as possible. He thought the Earl looked wonderfully filthy, lying
there beneath him. He took some pride in the fact that he had reduced this
proud man to this, to have him gazing up at him, eyes filled with love, as he
began to lick his seed from his chest.
Sir Roy brought him up, and they sat together, taking their time as they
cleaned each other up, tasting each other greedily. Sir Roy could never have
imagined he would come to enjoy this, but he loved tasting Lord Aylesford like
this. He held his head against his chest as he licked slowly around his
nipples. It was a good way to come down, and they eventually ended up lying in
bed together in each other's arms, warm and happy. It did not take long for him
to fall asleep in Lord Aylesford's arms.
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Once the ball was out of the way, Lord Aylesford took Sir Roy aside the next
day to begin his tuition as to his duties as a Lord's companion. Sir Roy
already knew a retainer would be paid to him, which did make him feel a little
better about it, even if it did feel like work, but as a baronet, Sir Roy was
not part of the nobility, and he was not as averse to paid work as those above
him sometimes were. He felt it was his way of contributing to his family's
wealth, and make money of his own.
The duties of a Lord's companion were somewhat familiar to Sir Roy, in an
abstract sort of way. He had been told about them when he was a child, but his
father had died before he could finish tutoring him in what those duties were.
Sir Roy knew how to dress a Lord, but was not at all familiar with the rest of
his duties. When Lord Aylesford had told him he intended to employ him as his
companion, Sir Roy had not felt like he really knew what he was doing. Lord
Aylesford had reassured Sir Roy that he would teach him all he needed to know,
though it still left Sir Roy worrying that he would be no good.
They were in one of Lord Aylesford's private rooms. It was a plush room, like
all the others, though it was sparsely furnished. It joined Lord Aylesford's
bedroom from the other side. There was a long sofa by the window, two arm
chairs by the fire, a fine but small round dining table with four chairs, and a
selection of bookcases against parts of the walls, all of them stacked high
with books and manuscripts. Lord Aylesford sat him down at the table before he
went to take a book from the shelf nearest the fireplace. He took the seat next
to Sir Roy's and opened the book in front of them.
"What is it you wish to show me, my Lord?" Sir Roy asked.
"This is my father's diary. I discovered it some years ago in his desk drawer.
Since he retired to the country, he has not stayed here again, and I suppose he
left it here, either by purpose, or by accident. I am showing you this because
there are pages here where he talks about Sir Frederick. I thought you might be
curious to read about their relationship," Lord Aylesford said as he turned to
the page he wanted.
Sir Roy took the book, and began reading where the Earl had indicated. Lord
Aylesford's father had a careful, tight script, each letter perfectly formed.
The entry itself was from 1739, and talked about what appeared to be quite an
ordinary day.
"Sir Frederick served him before he succeeded to the baronetcy four years
later. Was that why Sir Frederick left your father's service, so he could take
care of his own affairs?" Sir Roy said.
"I believe so. There is an entry much later on where my father talks about it.
I think my father had to order him to leave; Sir Frederick did not want to be
disloyal and leave him," Lord Aylesford said.
"Would you ever do that, my Lord? Would you ever order me to leave you?" Sir
Roy asked, a little nervous at the thought that he might one day be sent away.
Lord Aylesford smiled reassuringly. "Only if it would endanger your life if you
were to stay. But, no, my love, I will not ask you to leave. I would rather
have you by my side."
"So what is it I am meant to do, my Lord? I know I am not your valet, and I am
not meant to do servants' work, but I am still unclear as to my duties. You
said you would teach me about them today," Sir Roy said.
"Mostly, I only ask for your company. I am just asking you to spend time with
me. It is not so necessary for you to chaperone me, but I do draw comfort in
having a friend with me when I am away from home. You will be coming with me to
London while Parliament is sitting, and we will be attending balls and other
society events together. I should also have you keep an eye on my ladies, and
you may be asked to escort them if they require it, particularly if I am not
able to accompany them myself. I could ask for you to take on my first valet's
duties while I am travelling, but I fear I would probably offend my footman if
I did, and you did see how good he is at his work," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy allowed himself a slight smile, and he sighed, a little wistfully. "I
did see that, my Lord. He is very - very talented, my Lord. I would not wish
for you to get rid of him. If only I could afford such a man..."
"He is a fine young man, and when he is ready, he will become one of my valets.
He has expressed a desire to serve in that role, and I will not refuse him once
he is properly trained. I probably ought to keep one of them here. I do have
five of them now. A valet is not just a personal attendant, Sir Roy. They also
do much of the administrative work to keep the estate in order. Packington is
just so large, and I need all of them to help keep the place running, as well
as tend to my personal care," Lord Aylesford said.
"You would not be suggesting you would dare sell some of your land, my Lord.
All of those farmers you would render homeless," Sir Roy said, catching the
teasing hint in the Earl's voice.
"My late father would not forgive me if I dared to enclose the land. He told me
so in a very terse letter he sent me a decade ago before he died. I had no
plans to do that at the time, but his letter did confirm what I already felt
was the right course of action," Lord Aylesford said.
"I still find it strange you would not do so. It seems every other Lord in the
entire country has done so, and profited handsomely from it," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford offered a wry smile. "I am not those other Lords. It is not a
very Christian thing to do, to throw poor farmers off the land that sustains
them. It is their main source of food and income, and I ask for very little in
return for it. What good would it do if I charged them exorbitant rents? They
have nothing left to give me, and I would not take food from them that would
otherwise keep them alive. I will not punish people who have nothing. Christ
taught us to care for the poor, and that is what I do. I do not feel it is
right for me to profess to be a pious Christian and refuse to live by Christ's
teachings. God knows when men are lying in His name. I will not be one of
them."
"If I could be as good a Christian as you, my Lord, I feel I could die at peace
with myself," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford reached over and took his hand gently. "You already are, my
love."
"You still just ask for my company, my Lord, and nothing more? I feel you
secretly wish me to be your valet, so we can be close, and I have an excuse to
see you naked, but I know you will probably never allow me to serve you
formally in that role. I am a baronet, and even though I am not a Peer, I am
still of high enough status that I should not be doing servants' work. But I
wish you would reconsider. Serving you brings me great joy, my Lord. Is there
no way in which I could serve you at all?" Sir Roy said.
"You may serve me in any way you wish, my love. You are my companion, my
friend, my lover. I would not deny you your heart's desire. Give me some time
to reorganise my household, and I may be able to allow you to serve -
informally - as my valet while we are here together. Please be aware it is not
just a matter of status, but also a matter of respect for my current staff. But
that is a matter for later. I cannot do much about it while we are here, and I
would rather spend time with you than worry about the household. We will have
plenty of time alone, if that is what you are worried about. I am not
surrounded by servants all the time," Lord Aylesford said.
"Oh, I know, my Lord. I just worry that I will not be able to serve you as I
wish to, because it will not be allowed. I would not wish to offend your staff,
as they have been nothing but kind and accommodating to me, and I could only
wish to have staff like that who cared so much about their service. No, I will
leave it in your hands, my Lord, and hope there may be a chance to serve you,
at least for a while. It is something I wish to do for you, my Lord, and it
brings me pleasure. It is all I ask of you. I need nothing else but the chance
to serve you," Sir Roy said.
"Like I said, I will have to see what can be arranged. Believe me, if it were
possible for you to be employed as my valet, I would not hesitate to do so, but
it is not that simple, and I must be respectful of my staff, and of your
position. But do not worry, I will find something for you to do," Lord
Aylesford said.
Sir Roy took some comfort in that, though he doubted he would ever get his wish
to serve him as he really wanted to. He knew it was not his place to take on
those duties, and he would have to make do with what he was allowed to do, and
hopefully make up for it in the privacy of the Earl's bedroom, which he felt
was probably the only place he might ever get the chance to do what he wished
to do.
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Two days later, Lady Aylesford came to find Sir Roy, where he was reading in
the first floor drawing room. Sir Roy had not spent any time with her alone and
unchaperoned, and was surprised she did not have Miss Matthews with her for
once. He got to his feet and bowed as she entered.
"Sir Roy, may we talk alone for a moment?" Lady Aylesford said.
"Certainly, my Lady. What is it you wished to discuss?" Sir Roy said.
Lady Aylesford approached him, and took a seat beside him on the lounge. Sir
Roy felt a little uncomfortable being so close to her while she was
unaccompanied, but he had spent enough time with her to know she could handle
herself well enough. Sir Roy just felt it improper.
"My Lord says you are to be his new companion, and as such, I wish to make sure
you are suitable," Lady Aylesford said.
Sir Roy hid his fear at the thought that he would be sent away if Lady
Aylesford did not approve of him. "Yes, my Lady, that is only proper. I would
not wish to offend you."
She smiled warmly and touched his arm. Sir Roy did not pull away, though he
felt he ought to. "Do not fear me, Sir Roy. I have come to like you very much
during the short time we have spent together here in London. You are good and
loyal, and Miss Matthews and I have appreciated your company while we have been
out together. I think you will be good for my husband. He loves you very much."
Sir Roy could not help blushing a little and lowering his head respectfully. "I
have enjoyed your company too, my Lady. I love your husband very much, but I
should not wish to take him away from you."
"Yes, he did say you still did not understand our relationship. Do not think
you are taking him from me. We have always had a certain understanding in our
marriage that we needed one other to make our hearts soar. I have Miss
Matthews, whom I have loved since I was a girl, and now my Lord has given his
heart to you. You are as meek as he said you were."
"I know my place, my Lady. I should not wish to intrude," Sir Roy said.
Lady Aylesford touched his cheek affectionately. "You have had too much grief
and not enough love in your life. And you are too uncomfortable around women,
but I will assist you with that. You are not ready for marriage, not when you
are so shy of a woman you are acquainted with. You should know how to court a
woman and how to be a good husband to her once you are married. My companion
and I will make sure you make a good marriage, do not worry about that, Sir
Roy."
"Yes, my Lady," was all Sir Roy could think of to say in reply.
She kissed his cheek chastely and excused herself, saying she had matters to
discuss with Lord Aylesford. Sir Roy merely sat there in a daze, unsure why
this family was so keen to take him in.
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Their last day in London was spent at St Paul's Cathedral. While they had been
to the opera, to the parks and gardens around the city, to museums and
exhibitions and other parties in the days after the ball, Lord Aylesford
insisted on keeping the visit to St Paul's till last, and it did not
disappoint. Sir Roy could not comprehend the size of it, and it took his breath
away as they walked down the centre aisle into the church.
"You truly feel humbled in a place like this," Lord Aylesford said softly.
"How any material place could so completely show the glory of God..." Sir Roy
said. He could not help whispering, not wishing to disturb the peace in the
great cathedral.
"I ought to have brought you here during a service. It is even more incredible
to see it so full," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy could not help touching the crucifix around his neck, hidden beneath
his clothes. It was heating up, just gently, reminding him of the Earl's love
for him. "Are there sacred waters here, my Lord?"
Lord Aylesford nodded. "I'll show you the spring, if you like."
"Yes, please, my Lord. I should like to see it before I leave," Sir Roy said.
"This way. It's in a small chapel at the back," Lord Aylesford said, showing
the way.
They walked slowly, giving Sir Roy time to take in the whole building. Lord
Aylesford told him the story of the spring while they walked, though Sir Roy
was not particularly paying attention. All he heard was that a leper had been
cured by the waters here at what seemed to Sir Roy to have been the dawn of
time, and it had been a sacred site ever since. It was not the only sacred
spring Sir Roy knew of, but he had never visited one before.
The spring was not openly accessible. Lord Aylesford called for the Dean, and
upon showing him his seal, and his Garter Star, they were allowed down into the
basement to see the spring. Sir Roy was expecting a spring set into some dark,
damp cave, lit up by torches, and that was pretty much what they found, buried
down beneath St Paul's.
"I am guessing you blessed my - gift in these waters," Sir Roy said, attempting
to be discrete.
"I did, yes. I am sure you are aware of its magical properties, but I blessed
it last. It was consecrated and bathed in the waters," Lord Aylesford said.
"I am tempted to wish you away for a while, just so, well," Sir Roy said,
refusing to say any more.
"Oh, there will be time enough for that. I did not make it intending for it
never to be used," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy reached for his hand, and they stayed there a moment. "Are we allowed
to - I mean, I'd just like to try something. With the spring."
"One cupful of water is all we're allowed. Please do not threaten my privileges
by abusing that limit. Very few are allowed in here alone, and the Garter
Knights are most of them," Lord Aylesford said. "You'll be allowed in here too,
once you are installed."
Sir Roy had not quite registered how much privilege he would have after he was
knighted. "I only need a little, and one of your scars, my Lord."
Lord Aylesford raised an eyebrow. "Are you considering doing one of our rituals
down here, Sir Roy?"
"Oh, no. I - I would not do such an act in such a sacred place," Sir Roy said.
"I already have a bottle of my own back at Packington. If I had known you
wished to cure my scars, I might have brought the water out. I thought you
liked my scars, anyway. Why would you wish to cure them?" Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy shook his head. "No, my Lord, it is not that. I just wished to bless
them. It can be used just for blessing, is that right, my Lord?"
"It can, yes, to guard against sickness. Which scar do you wish to bless? I was
going to bless us both, to consecrate our relationship. I have Lady Aylesford's
approval to take you on officially as my companion," Lord Aylesford said.
"Öh, well, I would not wish to stop you doing that. We can - I will tend to
your scars when we are at Packington," Sir Roy said.
"I should think so, too. I know what you are like with my scars. I am not sure
I would trust you in a place like this. But come over to the spring, so I can
bless you," Lord Aylesford said. "Just do what I do when you are blessing me."
"Yes, my Lord."
Lord Aylesford led him over to the spring, and bade him kneel beside it. Gently
bending his head over the water, he scooped the water up in his hand and poured
it over Sir Roy's head.
"In the name of Saint Paul, I wash away your sins, and all the seeds of
illness," Lord Aylesford said.
"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sanctus. Amen," Sir Roy murmured,
feeling the water washing over him.
Lord Aylesford repeated the action. "In the name of God the Father, I name you
as my companion. May He bless our relationship, and let love blossom between
us."
"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sanctus. Amen."
Sir Roy felt a calming sensation in his chest as he heard Lord Aylesford name
him as his companion before God. The crucifix around his neck was warming
again, and he held it in his hands as Lord Aylesford poured water over his head
another two times, naming Sir Roy as his companion to both Christ and the Holy
Spirit to ask for their blessings up on the union. He kissed the crucifix, and
removed it from around his neck. Dipping it into the water, he whispered one
more prayer upon it.
Sir Roy felt it was humbling to see Lord Aylesford kneeling before the spring,
but since the ball, Sir Roy had come to appreciate the sight of Lord Aylesford
humbling himself before God and submitting to His will. It reminded him that
they were both equal in the eyes of God. Their ranks meant nothing. Kneeling
down beside Lord Aylesford, he cupped the water from the spring in his hands
and poured it over the Earl's head, repeating the words he had said over him.
Lord Aylesford crossed himself as he sat up afterwards, and they both gazed up
towards the heavens as Sir Roy took his hand. The silence of the cave was
broken by the soft sound of the water, and it trickled and splashed gently into
the spring before them. Lamp light reflected off the surface of the water, and
it made dancing patterns of light all over the walls. Sir Roy thought they
looked like spirits.
"I have one last thing to give you, Sir Roy," Lord Aylesford said as he took a
small silver ring out of his coat pocket.
Sir Roy turned to look at it. "What is it, my Lord?"
"It is the companion's ring. It has been tradition in our family for as long as
anyone can remember. There are two rings, one for the Lady's companion, and one
for the Lord's companion. Every companion has worn one for as long as they
served, and since you are to be my new companion, it is now yours to wear,"
Lord Aylesford said.
After dipping the ring in the sacred waters of the spring, the Earl took Sir
Roy's left hand and put the ring on him. It was a small band, with the
Aylesford arms on it and Latin inscribed around the band itself.
Sir Roy smiled as he looked at it. "It's beautiful, my Lord."
"Your father would've worn it too, when he was my father's companion," Lord
Aylesford said.
Sir Roy felt a shiver trail down his spine. He had found his father in London,
and he wondered again why his mother had never told him anything much about him
after he'd died. Was she so ashamed of what he had done? Sir Roy did not think
Sir Frederick had done anything shameful, not if all the stories he had heard
at the ball were anything to go on. He seemed to have been a good man, and a
brave soldier. Sir Roy could not think of anything he had been told that would
bring shame on their family. Perhaps he would ask his mother when he got back
home.
"I wish I had known him better, my Lord. I wish my mother had told me more
about him. But I like the fact I am following my father, in my own way. I might
not be a soldier, but I think I acquired my magical skills from him instead,
and I am here serving you as he did for your father. If my mother finds
anything in this to object to, then that is her problem. I should not really
care anymore," Sir Roy said.
"It is hard to understand someone you feel you barely know. But she may have
her own reasons for not telling you about Sir Frederick. It may be too painful
for her to remember him, and how he was away from her for so long. You hated
the fact that your father and brothers were away all the time, and perhaps she
did not like it, either," Lord Aylesford said.
"Perhaps that is the reason. Maybe I will ask her when I am home. I think we
ought to talk about this properly, because I worry about what else she has not
told me," Sir Roy said.
"I think that is a wise idea, my friend. Now, shall we finish here? I have
other wondrous things to show you before we must leave tomorrow," Lord
Aylesford said.
"Yes, my Lord."
Lord Aylesford turned to him and touched his cheek. "You do not have to address
me so formally when we are alone. I am not your Lord, just your companion, as
you are mine."
Sir Roy instinctly wanted to repeat what he had just said, but caught himself
before he spoke. "How should I address you, then?"
"I am Charles, and you are Roy. That is all we are when we are alone together,"
Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy was still uncomfortable referring to the Earl by his Christian name,
but if it was what he wanted, then that is what he would do. Perhaps he would
get used to it in time. "If that is what you wish, Charles, then that is what I
will use when we are alone."
Lord Aylesford kissed him chastely, and murmured a thank you. Sir Roy did not
understand what he had done to be thanked, but accepted it nonetheless. After
one last kiss that lingered a little longer, they stood, made one final prayer
before the spring, and left the cave.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Being back in Birmingham again after a fortnight in London took a lot of
readjustment. London was constantly busy, and filled with people. It was noisy,
and bright, and quite filthy. Sir Roy did like it, but he did long for the
relative quiet of Birmingham by the time they were due to leave. The three day
journey home did not make his longing any less intense, and it was only when
they finally arrived back at Packington Hall that Sir Roy finally felt like he
was home.
It was a strange feeling, associating Packington with home. Castella had been
happy enough while he'd been away, and Sir Roy was pleased by her condition
when he went down to see her. Lord Aylesford had a fine groom indeed, and Sir
Roy was confident Castella would be content to make Packington her new home.
She had missed Sir Roy, of course, and he wasted no time in taking her out for
a ride as soon as he could. He had missed her smooth ambling gait after riding
other horses all the time they were in London.
It did not particularly sink in that Sir Roy was going to be living with Lord
Aylesford until it happened. Sir Roy had known it would happen, as being the
Earl's companion, he would naturally be living at Packington with him, but it
still came as a surprise. He had not been to see his mother yet, as he had
everything he needed at Packington, but the time came for Sir Roy to move in
formally and take up his place as the Lord's companion to the Earl. It meant he
would have to go back to Castle Bromwich Hall to pack his things, as he did not
wish to have to come back for something important.
With three one horse carts and several servants borrowed from the Earl, he rode
Castella down to the Hall one morning. The black mourning flags were still
flying, Sir Roy noticed, as he rode in the front gate. It would be strange to
leave the place. He had never particularly felt like it was home, but it was
his estate now. It all belonged to him. He smiled at the thought as he rode up
to the porch and dismounted.
The Hall still looked the same as he went inside. Making his intentions known
to their butler, he sent the Earl's servants off with him to begin packing. Sir
Roy decided to go find his mother. It was time they had talked properly. Lady
Elysia was in the conservatory. Sir Roy took a moment to calm himself before he
approached her.
"My Lady, I am back from London," Sir Roy said as he took a seat beside her.
"I did not know you had gone anywhere," Lady Elysia said, her voice full of
scorn.
"Lord Aylesford took me to London, where I attended a royal ball at the Palace.
I was granted an audience with His Majesty, and he expressed his sorrow at
hearing of Sir Daniel's death. He sends his most heartfelt condolences. I am
not sure if I am permitted to tell you what else we talked about, though. It
was an informal meeting. He does wish to honour our family for their service,
though," Sir Roy said.
"He should not have taken their lives to begin with." She looked over at Sir
Roy. "I see Aylesford's charm is still as powerful as ever. Sir Frederick loved
that ring more than he loved me."
Sir Roy self-consciously hid the companion's ring from view, not keen to upset
his mother. "I thought you would be pleased that I have done my best to improve
our social standing."
Lady Elysia sighed, and walked over to the window. "That's what your father
said when he got that ring, too. I am sure that is what has cursed us.
Aylesford and his magic have brought shame on our family."
Sir Roy got to his feet. "If that is how you feel, then I have nothing else to
say to you. I just pray God's love touches your heart, and brings you some
peace. I will be at Packington if you should ever have need of me."
Lady Elysia did not reply, though she did wave him off dismissively. Sir Roy
had been planning to extend Lady Aylesford's invitation for Lady Elysia to come
to Packington whenever she wished, but Sir Roy got the feeling it would not be
accepted. Sir Roy left her alone, wondering if there would ever be any
reconciliation between them.
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It took the rest of the day to pack everything Sir Roy felt he needed. It was
all packed into the carts, and once he was done, he rode back to Packington
with the carts. After his mother's cold reception, he was glad to be leaving
the Hall. It was not his home anymore. Sir Roy was not sure it had ever been
his home to begin with. He was not sure he would ever sell it, though. It was
his house now, and his land, and it was important to keep them. He would find a
good man to manage the estate for him while he lived at Packington.
Sir Roy was given his own room, situated next to Lord Aylesford's room. It was
smaller, of course, but no less luxurious. It had a good bed, plenty of
bookshelves, a desk, a dresser and wardrobe, a fireplace, and two armchairs by
the window. Sir Roy felt it contained everything he would ever need, and he
liked that his room opened onto Lord Aylesford's room, making their
relationship obvious, but not explicit.
"I am assuming every companion has slept in this room, is that right, my Lord?"
Sir Roy said as they supervised the servants bringing Sir Roy's things into his
room.
Lord Aylesford nodded. "Every companion since this house was built has slept in
here, yes. It was built for that purpose. There was a similar room in the old
Hall. I hope you will be comfortable enough in here."
"I believe I will be, yes, my Lord," Sir Roy said. "I am glad I am so close to
you, too. I would feel strange if I was so far away at the other end of the
house."
"There would be no point in that. You are my companion, and you should be close
to me. There is a similar room adjacent to Lady Aylesford's room for her
companion. It is perfectly acceptable for you to share my bed, if I ask it of
you. No one will think it strange. My lady shares with her companion, and so I
share with mine. It can be awfully cold and lonely in here sometimes," Lord
Aylesford said.
"If that is what you wish, my Lord, I would be happy to share a bed with you,"
Sir Roy said, feeling relieved that he had not had to ask that question while
others were around to hear it.
Sir Roy asked to be allowed to unpack his things by himself, wishing to make
sure everything was just in the right place. Lord Aylesford dismissed the
servants once all Sir Roy's things had been brought up, and finally alone, Sir
Roy took pleasure in closing his bedroom door before bringing the Earl into a
soft kiss.
"I have waited all day to do this, my Lord. I cannot believe this has happened,
but I would not give it up it for all the world," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford brought him close. "You are being bold, Sir Roy. I approve."
"And I approve of my Lord when I have humbled him," Sir Roy said, daring to
speak it. "I wish to serve you, my Lord, but I also love bringing you to your
knees. I have grown to love that, my Lord, as much as I love kneeling at your
feet."
"See? I knew you would understand it with time. There might be disparity in our
ranks, but we are equals, my love. I serve you just as you serve me," Lord
Aylesford said.
"May I take you to bed, my Lord? Or would you have me wait?" Sir Roy said.
"I would have you wait, my love. The first night we share my bed is always
special. I always feel it is right to give a new companion time to settle in
before we spend our first night together. I know we have shared a bed before,
but you did not wear my ring then. It will be different now, because our
relationship has been formalised, and there are certain rituals that will be
performed. I also have some business with the yeomanry to deal with that cannot
wait. Mr McDowell has been causing problems, and I would rather not have him on
my mind as I take you to bed. We will go to the barracks tomorrow to talk to
Sir Richard, and see what needs to be done. You will wear your uniform, and it
had better be gleaming," Lord Aylesford said.
"Yes, my Lord. I will wait. Would you still allow me to thank you for all you
have done for me?" Sir Roy said.
"You had better be quick about it, and I want no mess to clean up. We have
supper soon," Lord Aylesford said.
"Then we had better undress, just to make sure our clothes are kept clean," Sir
Roy said.
Lord Aylesford smiled. "You have a filthy mind, my love."
Sir Roy secretly appreciated the comment. He was still surprised by how much
confidence he had gained in such a short amount of time, but perhaps Sir
Richard had been right. Lord Aylesford's love was a powerful force, and it had
swept Sir Roy into its grasp and lifted him up when he needed it most.
"How would you like me, my Lord?" Sir Roy said once they were both undressed.
Lord Aylesford thought a moment. "I think I should like you on your back on
your bed."
Sir Roy felt himself harden a little at the suggestion. "Yes, my Lord."
Lying on the bed, Sir Roy got a chance to see how comfortable it was, and he
was able to watch as Lord Aylesford took a small vial of oil and began stroking
his prick. Sir Roy had a feeling this would be fast and hard, just like it had
been out in the forest, and he longed to see the Earl's frustrated face as he
thrust hard into him, taking all the pleasure he needed from him.
Sir Roy was not disappointed. Lord Aylesford spent as long as necessary to get
them both thoroughly aroused, and Sir Roy prepared, before he pushed inside
him. Sir Roy was on edge and could barely think, least of all when Lord
Aylesford grasped his wrists and pinned him down to the bed as he thrust inside
him. Sir Roy discovered he quite liked being held down, and he did like seeing
Lord Aylesford's face while he pleasured himself. Sir Roy felt it was the
moment when they were both utterly naked, stripped down to reveal nothing less
than their true natures. There was nothing between them but their shallow,
ragged breathing and their desire to seek pleasure.
Sir Roy felt his whole body relax once it was over. Lord Aylesford lay on top
of him, and Sir Roy liked the sensation of his breathing against his body. He
could feel the Earl's chest rising and falling, as well as his hot breath
against his skin. Sir Roy stroked his head gently, drinking in this moment of
peace. He knew it would not last, and it would be some time before he would get
to spend his first night with the Earl, but until then, he would take comfort
from this moment, and know it would not be the last.
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The next day heralded Sir Roy's first visit back to the barracks in a month.
Accompanying Lord Aylesford, they were met by Sir Richard, who took them
through to the guest house. After a long discussion about how the yeomanry had
been getting along, and whether there was any trouble he needed to sort out,
Lord Aylesford turned the discussion to Mr McDowell, asking for a detailed
report on his progress.
"I want to know if he's worth keeping on. I only want the best men in my
yeomanry regiment, and even though I accepted him because it was his father's
wishes, I will not hesitate to expel him if I think it necessary," Lord
Aylesford said.
"I will not lie, my Lord. He has been difficult. He has already been
disciplined three times for being late, or failing to even turn up to his
required shifts. He is lazy, he takes bribes, and does not seem to care about
his duty. He is currently being flogged for daring to turn up to his last shift
inebriated. He hurled abuse at his team leader, and cursed your name. I believe
he denounced you as a heretic again, my Lord. None of the men like him, and I
would have expelled him myself, but I thought that decision was best left in
your hands," Sir Richard said.
Lord Aylesford closed his eyes a moment. "I hoped he would come good, but it
seems I have been left with no choice. I will see him after he has recovered to
discuss his future with the yeomanry. I do not wish to kick a man when he is
down."
"As you wish, my Lord. You may prefer to witness his behaviour yourself, just
to confirm my decision. He does not belong here, and I daresay he does not wish
to be here anyway. I am just glad he has not caused any more serious trouble,"
Sir Richard said.
"Where is he now, Sir Richard?" Sir Roy asked.
"He is currently out behind the watch house being flogged, like I said before.
He turned up to his shift last night in a drunken state. I will not tolerate
such behaviour. It is unbecoming of the Watch, and damages our reputation," Sir
Richard said.
For reasons Sir Roy did not quite understand, he stood then, excused himself,
and went out to find Hugh. It didn't take him long to find him. Out the back of
the watch house, he was leaning heavily against a whipping post, looking dazed
and in pain. Sir Roy could hardly speak, but he went over to him, trying to
understand his feelings. On the one hand, Hugh had brought this upon himself,
but Sir Roy still did not think it fair. He flinched as Hugh suffered another
stroke, though he was barely able to protest.
"Stop right now. He can't take any more of this. I doubt you are meant to kill
him," Sir Roy said, moving between Hugh and the soldier holding the whip. He
drew his sword, though he was not sure he would use it, prepared to defend him.
For once, Hugh was not able to defend himself, and Sir Roy felt he might be the
only one who would bother.
The soldier sneered. "Pity. He'd be much more bearable if he were dead. I'm
done here, anyway. Leave him for the flies, Sir Roy."
Sir Roy stood guard until they were alone. He did not want Hugh's death on his
hands, and he cut him free from the post. Hugh did not seem to know who he was,
and murmured something under his breath that Sir Roy did not understand as he
lifted him free.
Hugh was hard to carry, but Sir Roy did his best. No one else came to help, and
there were plenty around to help. Sir Roy ignored the ridicule, and took his
old friend back to the guest house. With Lord Aylesford's and Sir Richard's
help, they carried him up to one of the bedrooms, lying him down on his
stomach. Sir Roy was at his side immediately.
"Go, get some water and rags, and some bandages. I am sure neither of you wish
him dead, much as you dislike him," Sir Roy said.
"Of course not. We'll be right back," Sir Richard said.
Sir Roy did not quite hear them leave. Hugh was not particularly moving at all,
though he was still breathing. There were many small cuts on his back, and all
were bleeding to some degree. Sir Roy reached for his hand and held it gently,
hoping Hugh would realise he was there with him.
Sir Roy had never had to treat wounds before, but he had learnt enough from Sir
Richard to know what to do. Nevertheless, when Sir Richard returned with the
things they would need, he sat back, allowing Sir Richard to treat him.
"I need you to clean his wounds, Sir Roy. Just gently, mind, as they'll be sore
to touch for him. I'll seal them as you go and then we'll bandage them once
they have been treated with a salve to numb the pain. It will bring him some
comfort while he recovers," Sir Richard said.
Sir Roy took the cloths and set the bowl of warm water on the bedside table.
"Yes, Sir Richard."
Hugh was shifted to the middle of the bed, allowing them to work around him.
Sir Roy took a wet cloth, and slowly cleaned the wounds, wringing out the blood
into the water. Once they were cleaned to Sir Richard's satisfaction, Sir
Richard sealed them with some flame magic. It was not meant to heal, but it
stopped the bleeding by cauterising the wounds without burning the skin. Only
magic flame could be used, otherwise the resulting burns rendered any benefit
redundant. A combination of water and air magic was used to cool the skin
afterwards. No one knew why this new magic seemed to result in better survival
rates if it was used as quickly as possible to treat open wounds, but until it
proved to be of no benefit to anyone, it was now the first line of treatment
for injuries, if there was someone around who could cast the magic effectively.
The Academies were still working on training doctors to perform the magic
properly.
Sir Roy did all he could to keep Hugh conscious once the wounds had all been
cleaned and cauterised. Holding his head, he tried to comfort him, saying the
rosary in Latin to ask for blessings and healing. Sir Roy could see Hugh's lips
moving, as if he was trying to pray with him. Sir Roy took his hand and wrapped
his rosary beads around both of them, and he could feel Hugh relax then, as if
he finally knew he was safe.
With the wounds dressed with a healing salve and bandaged properly, Hugh was
left to rest. Sir Roy said he would stay with him, just for a while. Once they
were left alone, Sir Roy made sure Hugh was comfortable. His jacket had been
brought up, and Sir Roy found a small, well-used Roman missal in one of the
pockets, along with another rosary. Instinctively, he replaced the rosary in
Hugh's hand, and knelt before the bed, preparing to pray over him. He was
grateful for knowing Latin as well as he did, and Hugh's prayer book was not as
incomprehensible as he feared. Finding the appropriate prayers for healing the
sick, he began his prayers, hoping the Latin prayers would calm his old friend
as he recovered.
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Three days passed before Hugh began to pull through, and in all that time, Sir
Roy did not leave him. He prayed over him three times a day, and made sure to
anoint him with consecrated oil in the manner outlined in the missal, hoping he
would pull through. When he wasn't praying, he sat beside him and held his
hand, wondering why he cared. Hugh had made it clear he didn't like him, but
Sir Roy began to realise he had never stopped caring about Hugh. He felt it
impossible to let go of the man he'd grown up with. This man who had amazed him
with magic, led him into all kinds of trouble, but still had a smile for him
and was always by his side. Hugh had always been there at every funeral,
holding his hand. In his grief, Hugh had always been there. Well, except for
the last time, where he had been sent to the back of the church, and Sir Roy
had never felt so isolated.
Seeing him lying so helplessly in bed was a strange sight. Sir Roy had never
known Hugh to be so still and quiet, except perhaps when he was praying. It
seemed hard to imagine that they had been such close friends a couple of months
ago, but now, there was a great rift between them, and Sir Roy was not sure it
would ever be healed. Hugh had denounced him twice, and made it clear he did
not wish to be friends. Sir Roy felt that should be incentive enough to let him
go, particularly as he had fallen so in love with Lord Aylesford, but he just
could not bring himself to let go of him.
Sir Roy felt they shared far too many memories. They had hated each other when
they first began sharing a room together. They'd both just started at the
Academy, and Sir Roy remembered being afraid and feeling quite alone as he got
used to what would become his new home. He did not actually speak to Hugh for a
week after they began sharing a room, as he didn't like being forced to share
with a stranger, and felt incredibly homesick. It had been the time when he had
missed his mother the most, though even then, he had not known her very well,
as she had handed him over to a nanny almost since the day he'd been born. But
he didn't even have his nanny anymore. There were several nannies employed at
the Academy to take care of the young boys, given how most began their studies
at the Academy when they were barely six years old. But to Sir Roy, they would
never be his nanny, and that mattered.
The first memory of their friendship was a little hazy to him. All he
remembered was that there had been a fierce storm one night, and he had been
afraid. Without even speaking to each other, Hugh had crawled into bed with him
and held him. For reasons still unknown to Sir Roy, Hugh had offered his
strength to him when he'd needed it the most. Lying in the dark together, they
huddled under the blankets, refusing to let go of each other until the storm
passed. They had been firm friends since that night.
Hugh had always been his strength. Hugh was taller, smarter, braver, than he
was. Hugh was wearing his Apprentice ring as well, Sir Roy noticed, as he sat
beside him. All Hugh had ever wanted from him was his love, but Sir Roy had
never been brave enough to offer it. Perhaps if he'd been at the Academy still,
maybe Hugh would've fought for him more. Maybe they would still be together,
and Hugh would not hate him so much. But perhaps God had His own reasons for
why they were not to be together anymore. Sir Roy was getting tired of God
merely taking everything he loved away from him, though. At what point would
God ever reward him for his piety? It was an unanswerable question, and Sir Roy
would be troubled by it for a long time afterwards.
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"I should've known it was you, Roy. I do not recall asking you to save me."
Sir Roy had not expected to find Hugh awake when he came in to see him three
days after he had been whipped. Hugh was slowly easing himself into a sitting
position, and Sir Roy went to his side to help him. He was pleased to see him
awake, though. All his prayers had been worth it.
"No one else was going to help, and I could not abide the thought of you
suffering," Sir Roy said.
Hugh looked at him as Sir Roy moved some pillows into place behind him. "Why do
you still care, Roy? You left me for this place. If you'd cared, you'd be at
the Academy with me."
Sir Roy sighed, disappointed that Hugh still felt that way. He was beginning to
suspect Sir Richard had been right when he'd said Hugh was immature and
foolish. Calling him a heretic for doing his duty to his family did somewhat
demonstrate that. But Hugh had always had a stubborn streak, and did not like
things he disagreed with. Perhaps Hugh would ever understand why he'd been
forced to leave the Academy. If Hugh was unwilling to understand, that was his
problem. Sometimes, Hugh was very difficult to love.
"You don't want to be here any more than I do. Do you really think I wanted to
come here? Do you really think I would give up magic to become a soldier if I
had any choice about it? I promised my father I would do this as he lay dying
in bed when I was eleven years old. There was no way I could possibly say no.
It was what he wanted for me, and as the only one left, it is my duty to uphold
that as best I can, even if it is not what I would have chosen for myself. My
life is different now. I have tried to explain this to you before. What part of
that do you just not understand?"
Hugh turned away. "I just thought you cared more about me than your absent
father. After all those years we spent together, I just thought we were closer
than that. I thought you would honour a promise to me before you honoured a
promise to the father you never knew."
Sir Roy reached for his hand, but Hugh pulled away from him. "Leave the Watch,
Hugh. I know it does not make you happy to be here. Leave on your own terms,
rather than when Lord Aylesford throws you out. It will do your reputation no
good to be on his bad side. I say this not out of spite for you, or out of some
loyalty to Lord Aylesford, but because I know you have a good heart. I know you
care. But you are so lost right now, and you see everyone as your enemy. Find
yourself some peace, Hugh. Stay at the Academy and find peace with your life.
You will not find it here."
Hugh crossed his arms and stared ahead, eyes full of hatred. "I would have done
anything for you. I would have followed you anywhere. All I have ever needed
was your friendship, but you have ruined that completely by associating with
that Earl. I cannot trust you. You are chasing the favours of that illegitimate
Protestant King when all I want is you. What am I meant to do now?"
Sir Roy did not have an answer for him. "I am still willing to reconcile with
you, but you refuse to listen to me. Why would I waste time trying to fix
things between us when it is so useless? Give me a reason to care about this
relationship, Hugh, because I'm not sure I am seeing the point to it anymore.
You seem to be set on hating me, for reasons I am unsure about."
"You are the only man I have ever loved. Do you not have any idea what it means
to have that thrown in your face? You have broken my heart. My love does not
matter to you, or you would be at the Academy with me," Hugh said, his voice
low.
Sir Roy reached for his hand, and this time, Hugh did not pull away. "I never
said I did not love you. I have never said such a thing to you. The Academy was
my home, Hugh. You were my best friend. How do you think I felt when I had to
leave? I miss it, Hugh. I miss the grounds, the small corner of the library
that was all ours, I miss our hut in the woods, and watching you cast magic. I
miss my home, Hugh, but I am a baronet now, and I have responsibilities to tend
to. I must care for the estate. I must find myself a wife and ensure I have a
son. I must also take care of my mother, as she is growing frail. I did not
wish for these responsibilities. I did not accept them because I wanted to,
Hugh, but because there is no one else. Can you not understand that? I would
give anything to have Sir Daniel back, so I could still be at the Academy with
you. But that will never happen. I do not know why God has done this, or what
plan He has in mind for me. I wish He had made other plans, if I am honest with
you. I wish I had been braver and loved you the way you wanted me to love you.
I wish I had not felt so ashamed of myself. But there is nothing I can do about
that now, not if you are going to throw our relationship away."
"You were the one person in the whole world who loved me for who I was. Without
you, I have nothing. I have a father who hates me, and a mother who thinks I
take after him. I am Catholic, and I will never get anywhere in this world
because I belong to the wrong Church. I have tried to fit into this world, but
it does not seem to want me. The Academy was my home too, and I will live there
as long as I can. I do not care for the manor. I would not want my accursed
father's title anyway. I will make my own future, because there is no one who
will do it for me. I just thought I would have you by my side. Life would have
been easier to bear if you had been with me," Hugh said.
Sir Roy caught the emotion in his voice, and he saw a tear roll down his cheek.
"I am not walking away from you, Hugh. You walked away from me, remember? I am
still here. I will always be here when you are ready to come back to me."
Hugh shook his head, not believing him. "You lie. You have never cared. You
have been gone from me for so long, and never once did you think about how I
would feel if you left me. I have no one else now. Even God has turned His gaze
from me. You have left me all alone in the world, and I cannot forgive you for
that."
Sir Roy moved to face him and touched his cheek. "If I had not cared, I should
have left you down there to be flogged to death. I could have gone without the
sneers from our fellow soldiers as I carried you back here. Why do you think I
have stopped loving you? I am not sure I ever did, but I had no capacity to
express my love for you back then. I did not have the courage. You always
wanted me to find peace with myself, didn't you? Lord Aylesford showed me how
to find it. It is because of him that I can say I love you. Are you really so
set on hating me that you would throw away my love? It pains me that we fight
like this. I have never stopped caring about you, even though you proclaim your
hatred for me. I do not want us to fight. Will there ever be peace between us
again? Or are you so far gone I am wasting my time?"
Hugh did not answer. He closed his eyes and turned away from him. Sir Roy knew
he would get nothing more out of him, and made a wise retreat.
"Fine. I will leave you alone. But if all you see in me is a traitor and a
heretic, then there is nothing more for me to say to you. I'll be at Packington
Hall, if you should ever wish to rekindle our friendship," Sir Roy said.
He only allowed himself to look back once at the man he had grown up with. It
seemed incredible to think that mere months ago, they had been inseparable. Now
the bridge between them was impassable and broken. He did not let Hugh see the
tear caught in the corner of his eye as he left him alone. Maybe one day he'd
come back to him, but Sir Roy decided he wouldn't push their friendship any
further. He'd said what he'd needed to say, and now all he could do was leave
it in Hugh's hands.
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Sir Roy left Hugh alone and went to find Sir Richard. Making his way to the
dining room, he found Sir Richard just finishing his breakfast. He smiled
warmly as Sir Roy came to take his place beside him.
"So, how is our irascible patient this morning?" Sir Richard asked.
"He's awake, Sir Richard. We have finally had a chance to talk. I am not sure
what will come of it, but I have said my piece, and that is all I have the
power to control now," Sir Roy said.
"I will let him rest another day, perhaps, and then I will call for Lord
Aylesford to talk to him. I want to make sure his wounds are healing before I
let him go. How do you think he is?" Sir Richard said.
Sir Roy shrugged. "It is hard to say, given how he feels about me. He seemed in
good health, though he moved a little stiffly."
"That is a good sign. I will have some food sent to him. He will be hungry,"
Sir Richard said.
"I will let someone else take it to him. I doubt he will wish to see me again
so soon," Sir Roy said.
"Leave it with me, Sir Roy. Now, come and eat. I am sure you need some
sustenance after all you have done for him these past few days," Sir Richard
said.
"Thank you, Sir Richard. I have caught scent of it down the corridor. I would
hate to miss such delights this morning," Sir Roy said.
As he was served, Sir Roy made himself forget about Hugh, at least for the
moment. Food was an easy distraction, and a nourishing one. Sir Roy turned
their discussion back to the Watch, wanting to know about how they'd been doing
while he'd been away. Hearing about all that had happened made Sir Roy miss it,
just a little bit, though he was glad he had managed to avoid the trouble
they'd had a couple of weeks back, when a riot had almost broken out one night
over the theft of a tramp's perpetual fire. It had happened close enough to the
barracks that the yeomanry cavalry were deployed in time to stop the riot
getting out of control, and once the fire had been returned, and the situation
calmed, the danger was over. Sir Roy still thought, just for a moment, about
how exhilarating it might've been if he'd been there.
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Hugh called upon Sir Roy at Packington a week later. Sir Roy hadn't expected to
see him at all, and wondered what he wanted. He found him out in the garden,
sitting on the steps leading up to the house. Sir Roy went over and sat down
beside him. Neither spoke for a moment, getting used to being beside each other
again.
"Hugh, I was not expecting to see you again," Sir Roy said.
Hugh offered an unsure shrug. "I almost didn't come. But I've been thinking a
lot about what you said before when we last saw each other, and I feel I ought
to respond to you, because I feel like I was not at all kind to you, when you
had done me such a kindness to begin with."
"To be honest, I had not expected to see you again. I thought you were lost to
me, that I had wasted my time trying to reconcile with you," Sir Roy said.
Hugh shook his head. "I'm sorry, Roy. I was too harsh with you before. I should
not have said the things I said to you. You were right. I did not fully
understand why you had to do what you did. Truthfully, I did not want to
understand, because the thought that you would stop caring about me was too
great to deal with. I always worried that you would leave me in the end. I
never felt you wanted to know me, particularly when you seemed so reluctant to
love me. But you prayed over me while I was recovering. You stayed with me
because you cared about me. You had no obligation to care for me in such a way,
but you did it anyway, even though I had shouted at you and denounced you. That
changed my mind. I realised I have been treating you so badly, Roy. I let my
fears rule me, and for that, I must apologise to you. I have been so utterly
foolish, and I am sorry. If you wish never to see me again, I will understand,
but I wanted to apologise, just so I can live knowing we have made our peace."
Hugh spoke differently now. His voice was soft and apologetic, and he carried
himself differently. Gone was the feverish energy and the impatience, replaced
with humility and maturity. Sir Roy could see he had changed, just from his
eyes alone. He still looked unsure and hesitant, but it seemed he had somehow
come to be at peace with the world in a way that Sir Roy had never seen before.
"I appreciate your words, Hugh. I wasn't sure I would ever hear them. I just
could not understand why you seemed to hate me so much, but perhaps you were
simply afraid that you would be left alone in the world, and I am sorry for not
recognising that in you. I would never abandon you, Hugh. I know we have been
like brothers for most of our lives, and to think you would hate me and reject
me hurt me deeply. But Lord Aylesford has been a blessing to me, because I have
found that peace that you always wanted me to have. I do not feel shame about
my desires anymore, and I would not have had the courage to say I loved you
without him. You are my brother, Hugh, and I do not want to lose you," Sir Roy
said.
Hugh smiled. "Ahh, so that's what Lord Aylesford has been teaching you. I did
wonder. You are his new companion, or so I hear. Do you love him, Sir Roy?"
"As much as I love you, Hugh. He promised Sir Daniel he would care for me if he
did not return, and he has given me such strength. I needed it, because I
didn't have you," Sir Roy said.
Hugh turned to him then, and looked at him seriously. "Do you still love me?"
Sir Roy took his hands. "I have always loved you. I just didn't have the
strength and courage to accept it and say it. Please forgive me for making you
feel like I had rejected you. We need each other. I would not shun you. I know
you, and I know your heart. You will receive no judgement from me."
Hugh brought him close, their foreheads touching. "I have waited all my life to
hear you say that. Thank you. Thank you."
Sir Roy found himself cupping Hugh's face before he brought him into a soft
kiss. "I don't care if you're Catholic. I don't care if you have a title or
estates. I don't care if the world hates you. I still love you. I love Lord
Aylesford, too, but he has never replaced my love for you. Indeed, without his
love, I would never have realised how much I love you."
"Come back to the Academy, Roy. I miss you. Our room is so empty without you
there," Hugh said.
"I can't. I have my estate to run, and I have obligations to Lord Aylesford I
cannot refuse. But let us be friends. I do not want there to be hatred between
us," Sir Roy said.
Hugh squeezed his eyes shut, and Sir Roy caught sight of a tear pooling in his
eyelashes. "No. Please don't leave me again, Roy. What do I have to do to be
close to you?"
Sir Roy hadn't expected him to sound so afraid. He really did not wish to be
apart from him now, and Sir Roy was oddly touched by it. He would be glad to
have him close again, but he did not particularly know how to achieve that.
"Do you want me to talk to Lord Aylesford? He may have a place here for you, if
you desire it," Sir Roy said. "He does not judge you as harshly as Sir Richard
does. And even you acknowledge that your behaviour has not been respectable
lately. My heart ached to see you so lost."
Hugh offered a bitter laugh. "I should thank Sir Richard, for if he had not
arrested me, and thrown me in the cells for the night, I might not have been
able to get to this point. You heard him threaten me with treason, did you not?
I can't tell you how frightened I was that night. That's when I knew I was in
over my head. I had pushed things too far. I knew I was lost, but it took a
long time to find my way again, and feel God's love once more."
"I nearly went to see you that night. I almost went down to comfort you, but I
was still too hurt by what you had said to feel like I could see you so soon,"
Sir Roy said.
Hugh looked at him, surprised to hear it. "I am not sure if I would have
welcomed you or sent you away. I prayed in English all night. I didn't want
them to know I was Catholic. Maybe you don't realise how afraid I was that
night, because you don't feel as oppressed as I do. I could really have been
sent to the Tower, just for my faith alone. That realisation shakes you to your
very soul when you're locked in a dark cell on your own. I felt like the whole
world had turned against me."
"I still do not believe it is that precarious for you and your fellow
Catholics. I have heard His Majesty himself pray in Latin. But I do know how
bad it has been in the past, and I do not blame you for being so afraid," Sir
Roy said. "Lord Aylesford says God only wishes for all men to be at peace with
each other, no matter which Church we cleave to, and I think he may be right.
God is love, and that is what we should bring out to the world."
"Do you really believe Lord Aylesford does not hate me? I feel I have done
nothing but dishonoured myself to him. I doubt he would ever allow me to make
up for my behaviour. And why should he? I have behaved deplorably. I would have
thrown me out of the Watch if he hadn't done so first," Hugh said.
"He does not hate you, Hugh. I am sorry you were expelled, though I did warn
you to leave before my Lord made the decision for you. But you were not happy
there, anyway, and neither was I. I think my Lord has done you a favour. Go and
find peace at the Academy," Sir Roy said.
"Even I am surprised lasted as long as I did. I had planned to quit after a
month if I wasn't thrown out sooner. If truth be told, I was more angry at my
father for forcing me to do what I did not wish to do. I was not angry at Lord
Aylesford, who was only doing his duty. I wish to apologise to him, too, if he
would allow it. I feel I ought to make up for what I have done, so he does not
think me a rakish man who will not amount to anything," Hugh said.
"If you are serious, Lord Aylesford is here today, if you would have me go and
ask for you," Sir Roy said.
"Please, Roy, I should like to leave here with my conscience clear," Hugh said.
"Come with me, then. I would rather not leave you here to lose your courage and
flee," Sir Roy said, offering a teasing smile.
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Lord Aylesford was in his office when Sir Roy brought Hugh in to see him. Sir
Roy had no idea if Lord Aylesford would want to see him, but he felt he owed it
to Hugh to try. Leaving him outside in the hall, he went in to see him, once he
had been called in.
"You wished to see me, Sir Roy?" Lord Aylesford said, getting to his feet.
"Mr McDowell wishes to see you. He wishes to apologise for his behaviour. Would
you see him, my Lord?" Sir Roy said.
"You believe he is sincere?" Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy nodded. "He is sincere. His eyes never lie, my Lord. He wishes to make
amends, and has already apologised to me. I fear I am the only one who cares
for him at all in this vast world, and he was as scared as I was at losing the
love we shared. I still care for him, my Lord, and I always will. I beg you,
give him a chance and get to know him. He is not so bad, really."
Lord Aylesford thought a moment. "Very well, I trust your judgement in these
matters. Bring him in, and we will talk."
"Yes, my Lord."
Sir Roy found Hugh anxiously waiting outside in the hall. He had not left, as
Sir Roy had feared. Perhaps he really had turned over a new leaf, and was
prepared to make amends for what he'd done.
"Lord Aylesford will see you now, Hugh."
Hugh offered him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Roy."
"This way, Hugh," Sir Roy said, showing him in.
Hugh bowed reverently, and knelt on the floor before him. He did not speak; he
waited for the Earl to address him, as was proper. He was not so blind to
protocol he would speak first. He still felt a little afraid, not daring to
hope he would be able to make his peace with the Earl. Why would he be forgiven
for what he had done? He did not think he deserved it.
"Mr McDowell, you wished to see me? Sir Roy said you wished to apologise," Lord
Aylesford said.
"Yes, my Lord. I wish to apologise to you for my behaviour whilst I was a
watchman. I have brought shame on the yeomanry, and upon myself, and I cannot
think of how I could make up for such appalling behaviour. I have shamed your
reputation, my Lord, by what I have done, and I seek nothing but your
forgiveness. I was not angry at you, my Lord, but at my father, for forcing me
to join the Watch in the first place, and I should not have taken that anger
out on you. I am sorry for any damage I have caused, and wish only to make
peace between us, because I am afraid you hate me, and will never see me as
anything other than a dishonourable man, and I am not like that, though you
should have no cause to believe me based on how I have behaved," Hugh said. He
kept his head bowed, refusing to look at him.
Lord Aylesford knelt down before him. "I have never hated you, Mr McDowell. I
was willing to give you a chance in the Watch, because I wanted you to prove
yourself, but even I could see you were not happy there. I hope you can find
some happiness away from the yeomanry, because it isn't the right place for
you."
"My Lord, all I need to be happy is Sir Roy. But he loves you now, and I would
not wish to presume I am your equal, even though I love him just as you do. All
I have left is magic," Hugh said.
Lord Aylesford lifted Hugh's chin and caught his gaze. "You are in dire need of
a guiding hand. Who is supervising your Apprenticeship?"
"I have not chosen yet. I am not sure if anyone will want me. I was always
causing trouble at the Academy. I fear I have alienated too many of my
teachers. If I have not found a supervisor by the time term begins in August,
then I must leave the Academy for good," Hugh said.
Lord Aylesford glanced up at Sir Roy a moment, as if seeking his opinion as to
what he should do. Sir Roy did not particularly know what he was thinking,
though Sir Roy did not like hearing that Hugh was so worried about his
apprenticeship. Surely any of their teachers would have wanted to take him on,
but perhaps he had caused too much trouble to make anyone willing to supervise
him. Sir Roy knew Hugh would hate leaving the Academy, but he didn't know what
to do to help him, though as he heard Lord Aylesford speak, he was relieved he
didn't have to find a way to help.
"If that is the case, then I shall claim you, Mr McDowell. I am a Third Magus,
and perfectly qualified to take you on as an Apprentice. Do not expect me to be
soft on you, because I will work you hard, and you may hate me for it for a
while, but I will not have you waste your life away. I cannot abide the way Sir
Roy is looking at me, either. I fear I would be in serious trouble if I sent
you away right now. He clearly loves you very much, and if Sir Roy is what you
need to be happy, then I would be a fool to keep you apart. If you can prove
your good nature and commitment over the next month, there will be a room here
waiting for you," Lord Aylesford said.
Hugh stared at him in disbelief. "You do not want me, my Lord. I am not worth
your time."
Lord Aylesford did not back down. "Why not? By all accounts, you are a great
wizzard, or will be, with the right training. You are Catholic, yes? Do you not
believe in redemption through Jesus Christ? You are young, and not beyond
salvation. Do not diminish yourself before me. You feel unworthy before me,
just as Sir Roy once did, but I know that is untrue. Give me a chance to redeem
you, at the very least. Everyone deserves love, Mr McDowell, even you."
Lord Aylesford offered his hand. There was challenge and longing in Hugh's
eyes. Sir Roy was not sure what Hugh would do. He was suddenly afraid Hugh
would reject the offer and run away. Sir Roy took a chance and sat down beside
Hugh, and took his hand.
"I will not compel you to do anything, Hugh, and I doubt Lord Aylesford would,
either. You wanted to know what you had to do to be close to me? Well, this
might be it. I don't want to lose you again, but if you really don't want to do
this, then I will let you go. But if you do choose to go, please go knowing I
have forgiven you, and that I love you, and that you will always find me
waiting for you whenever you need me," Sir Roy said.
"Do you need to offer penance before God, Mr McDowell? Is that what is weighing
you down so much?" Lord Aylesford said, his voice gentle and compassionate.
"You may make use of our private chapel, if you so desire. Offer Him your
burdens, and free yourself from these torments. If you are good enough for God,
you are good enough for me."
Hugh found himself backing off a little as he wiped tears from his eyes. "Why
do you even care, my Lord? I am Catholic, and you are Protestant, and we have
been at war for centuries. I do not understand why you do not denounce me and
have me burnt as a heretic."
Lord Aylesford moved forward and touched his shoulder. "What, and deny the
world a great wizzard? No, you have gifts that are needed. God's grace belongs
to the entire world. That includes you, Mr McDowell. I do not believe He cares
for our petty disagreements over dogma. You believe God is love, do you not?"
Hugh nodded. "I do, my Lord, more than anything else in the world. I have to
believe love exists, or I could see no point in living. God must love me,
because no one else but Sir Roy loves me here on Earth. Christ does not seem to
care what I have done. Sir Roy does not seem to care what I have done, either.
I need them both, my Lord. I need them both. Please don't take Sir Roy away
from me. I have been so foolish these past two months, and I regret everything
I have done and said, because I have caused so much pain and misery, and all I
have done is learnt to hate myself, because the world seems to hate me anyway.
What future do I have when my own father does not wish me to inherit the
baronetcy? I am lost to those who are meant to care the most."
Lord Aylesford brought Hugh into a warm hug, and Hugh, at first, did not know
how to accept it. He glanced at Sir Roy, who reassured him this was alright,
and hesitantly, he hugged him back, hoping he wouldn't be thrown out for daring
to be so intimate with an Earl, particularly one with whom he was barely
acquainted.
"You are never lost while you hold God in your heart, Hugh," Lord Aylesford
murmured.
Hugh just could not answer. His eyes were wet from crying, and the shock of the
Earl calling him by his Christian name was still registering. He felt Sir Roy
move beside him and hold him. Hugh could not believe what was happening. Lord
Aylesford took his hands and lifted him to his feet, his smile warm and
inviting. Hugh did not know what he had done to deserve his kindness, but he
did, at last, feel the love of God surrounding him.
"My Lord, I-" Hugh found himself speechless.
Sir Roy brought him into a kiss, took his hands, trying to reassure him this
was alright. Lord Aylesford stroked his hair gently, bringing them both into
his arms.
"No man deserves to be starved of love. I will not allow it, not while I have
breath left in my body. I will teach you both to be great wizzards, and great
men. Hugh, you must go to the Academy and tell them I am your supervisor, as
well as Sir Roy's supervisor. Does that bring you some peace?" Lord Aylesford
said.
Hugh nodded. "I am so grateful for this, my Lord. No one has ever offered me
such kindness before. You seem to trust me for reasons I cannot understand, and
I will do my best to live up to your shining example."
"I believe in second chances, Hugh, and you are in dire need of one. Sir Roy
has told me what a great wizzard you are, and how creative you are with your
casting. I should wish to nourish such a talent as yours, because anyone who
can create food from pebbles and herbs deserves to be nurtured and supported. I
will teach you all I can to make sure you are given a fair chance in this
wretched world," Lord Aylesford said.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Sir Roy had been living at Packington Hall for two weeks. He had adapted to his
new duties very happily, though he had not yet consumated the new relationship
with Lord Aylesford. Sir Roy had been ready a week ago, but Hugh had come back
to him, and he had needed time to let that settle in. He had seen him every
day, and had ridden back to the Academy to see him. Hugh's mood had improved
considerably, and he was already diligently studying the texts Lord Aylesford
had told him to read to prepare him for the year ahead. Sir Roy was impressed.
He had not seen Hugh so keen to work on something a teacher had told him to do,
but perhaps the offer of love and redemption had been enough to change his
heart. It was enough to convince him Hugh was going to be alright, and once he
was sure of that, he went to Lord Aylesford to tell him he was ready for their
first night together.
Lord Aylesford was pleased Sir Roy was ready to take that first step with him,
and sat him down to explain what would happen. Sir Roy had not expected it
would be quite as ... complicated as it appeared to be.
They would spend a day praying in St James' chapel, fasting and preparing for
what was to come. There was a special service to mark the end of it that Sir
Roy felt was almost like a marriage ceremony, but intended to solemnise the
bond between Lord and companion. Lady Aylesford and Miss Matthews would be
their only witnesses. They would retire to the small private dining room at the
back of the Hall, where they would share their first meal together. Afterwards,
they would bathe together, and Lord Aylesford hinted that there would be
another chance to anoint each other. After this, they would finally retire to
the Earl's bedroom, where they would be left to consummate their relationship
at last.
It would be a very long day, Sir Roy could tell, but as Lord Aylesford
explained the significance of each ritual, and what it meant for them, Sir Roy
would be glad to go through them all. Lord Aylesford asked for the companion's
ring to be returned, just until the ceremony, where Lord Aylesford would give
it to him again. Sir Roy would miss wearing it, but handed it back, knowing he
would have it soon enough. They would begin the rituals tomorrow, and Lord
Aylesford bid him prepare himself, leaving him with the full set of rituals
they would be performing to give him a chance to read through it all for
himself so it would be familiar to him.
That night, alone in his bedroom adjacent to the Earl's room, he prayed. The
seriousness of what he was about to undergo felt right to him, and he knew, in
his heart, that he was ready.
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Sir Roy was woken at 7am and given some simple robes to wear. Sir Roy felt they
looked like a monk's robes as he dressed. He liked their simplicity, though. It
stripped him down to nothing, and he knew Lord Aylesford would be wearing the
same as him, showing there was no difference between them.
He ate a simple breakfast with the Earl in silence. Lord Aylesford smiled at
him, and touched his hand softly, but Sir Roy knew nothing needed to be said,
not now. They shared one chaste kiss before they made their way down to the
chapel to begin their vigil.
Lady Aylesford and Miss Matthews were there to greet them, and they marked the
sign of the cross on their foreheads and spoke a blessing over them before they
went inside. Miss Matthews had given Sir Roy and encouraging smile, and Sir Roy
silently thanked her for it. Lady Aylesford, too, nodded her approval and
kissed the mark she'd made on his forehead.
Inside, the chapel was just as large, and just as silent, as Sir Roy remembered
it. With Lord Aylesford by his side, they processed down to the altar. They
were met by the priest, who spoke blessings and prayers over them as he began
the vigil. With a cushion under his knees, Sir Roy knelt down beside Lord
Aylesford, and began to pray. The scent of incense and the sound of Psalms
being chanted drove Sir Roy into a meditative state soon enough.
Sir Roy thought of many things as he prayed, but the one thing that stayed with
him was the firm knowledge that he was doing the right thing.
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The bells ringing sounded the end of the vigil six hours later. Lady Aylesford
and Miss Matthews came and knelt beside them, offering water and a little bread
to ground them after the vigil. When they were ready, the ceremony to solemnise
their bond would begin.
Sir Roy had Miss Matthews beside him as they waited a moment to prepare. She
had no words for him, but her eyes were kind, and she reassured him, in her own
way, that he was doing fine. Once Sir Roy was ready, Miss Matthews led him back
down the aisle. She would escort him down to the altar, where Lord and Lady
Aylesford would be waiting.
"This is really very much like a marriage, is it not?" Sir Roy whispered as he
took a moment to calm his nerves as he suddenly realised what he was about to
do.
"It is the most sacred kind of marriage. You will be bound together with God's
love. It is an incredibly profound thing to undergo, Sir Roy, but I believe it
is wholly wonderful. I had the same ceremony many years ago when I moved here
to live with my Lady. Be prepared, Sir Roy, as it will change you forever,"
Miss Matthews said. She smiled at him and took his hand, reassuring him it
would be alright.
Sir Roy had no doubt that was true. "I thank you for your kind words, madam."
"It will be wonderful to have another companion around. It has been too long,
and my Lord is so much happier when he has a companion by his side. I know you
will be here a long time, Sir Roy. His eyes are so full of love for you," Miss
Matthews said.
"If I had not seen it myself, I might not believe you. God has surely blessed
me with such love. I can scarcely believe it," Sir Roy said.
"Believe it, Sir Roy. Now, calm yourself. We are about to begin," Miss Matthews
said.
Indeed, Sir Roy could hear the organ playing, and the song came out to greet
them. Taking a moment to silence his mind, he waited until Miss Matthews told
him to begin walking, and together, they walked down the aisle to find Lord and
Lady Aylesford waiting at the altar for them. Lord Aylesford smiled happily,
and Sir Roy wanted to run to him then, but knew that would have to wait. As
they got to the altar, Sir Roy and Lord Aylesford knelt before the priest,
heads bowed.
"Today, we come here to this holy place to consecrate the union of our two
brothers, Charles and Roy, as companions in Christ. The brotherhood is a sacred
bond, and sanctifies the equality of mankind. As the disciples themselves were
so bound, so today, brothers and sisters in Christ come together to honour God.
Who brings these two men to be so joined?" the priest asked.
"I bring Charles to be so joined," Lady Aylesford said, her hand resting on
Lord Aylesford's back.
"And I bring Roy to be so joined," Miss Matthews said.
Sir Roy could feel her hand on his shoulder, and was glad she was there. He had
never been to a ceremony where Christian names alone were used, but perhaps
this was just a quirk of the traditional ceremony that had been developed to
bless their union as companions.
"The responsibilities of a companion are many, and few. Companionship is a bond
of equals, a friendship that brings two people together in love and trust. It
is, in many ways, akin to the sacrament of marriage, requiring a firm
commitment to each other, and a desire to support and care for each other. Your
lives will be forever bound together, and with that comes the need for patience
and humility, for care, compassion, and loyalty. Submission to Christ comes
above all others. He sanctifies your bond and through Him alone will you grow
into each other and become greater than individuals. This union will make you
strong, it will make you weak, it will bring you comfort, sadness, and ecstasy.
It will lift you up when you need it the most, and it will catch you before you
fall. Entering into such a blessed union, it is time to voice your commitments
to each other, to affirm your desire for companionship, and to make the vow of
companions before God and Christ," the priest said.
As the priest had spoken, Sir Roy felt Lord Aylesford reach over and take his
hand, as if reassuring him he was still there. Sir Roy appreciated it, and
focussed on remembering what was coming next to make sure he did not make a
mess of it.
There was another long prayer of blessing over them, and another recitation of
their commitment to each other before the priest had them reciting their oaths.
Sir Roy had memorised his last night, wanting to be able to say it without
worrying he would forget something, or say it incorrectly. Line by line, both
Sir Roy and Lord Aylesford spoke their identical vows, promising to love and
care for each other, and to uphold the duties of companions to each other. Lady
Aylesford and Miss Matthews made similar promises to love and support them, and
Sir Roy felt it was a strange thing to be bound in such a way.
When the rings were called for, Sir Roy realised there were actually two rings.
They both looked identical, Sir Roy noticed, as he watched the priest bless
them. He had not expected Lord Aylesford would also be wearing a companion's
ring as well. But he was pleased to be asked to take one of the rings and place
it on Lord Aylesford's left ring finger, symbolising their bond.
"With this ring, I take you as my companion in Christ. I promise to love and
care for you, to support you in sickness and in health, to be loyal and ever
enduring, and to be by your side until the end of time. All this I vow in God's
name. Amen," Sir Roy said.
Sir Roy thought he had never seen Lord Aylesford look so happy, and as he heard
Lord Aylesford repeat the same vow to him as he slipped the ring onto his left
ring finger, Sir Roy could feel the intense bond between them, as if it was
coming from the rings themselves. The feeling intensified as the priest wrapped
their left hands with his stoll and formally bound them together.
"I bind you together with Christ's blood. May He sanctify and bless your union
before God, and may it never be broken. In the name of the Father, the Son, and
the Holy Spirit, I now pronounce you companions in Christ. Amen," the priest
said, finishing the ceremony.
Lord Aylesford could not help bringing Sir Roy into a joyful kiss. Sir Roy held
him tightly, feeling how intensely different it all felt, now that they were
bound together. Lord Aylesford pulled him to his feet, and with the ladies by
their side, they bowed to the altar one last time before processing down the
aisle to leave the church.
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Sir Roy would have liked a little more celebration after the ceremony, but it
was not all over yet, so he made do with a short gathering on the terrace,
where Lord Aylesford, himself, and the ladies, shared some wine and toasted
each other's good fortune. Sir Roy felt closer to the women than he had before,
and he found Miss Matthews quite engaging as they talked. He felt he would
quite enjoy getting to know her better, now that he would be living at
Packington with them. He felt a little better about talking to her,
particularly on his own, now that he felt like he was no longer a stranger.
Feeling a little heady, but wholly blissful, Lord Aylesford said it was time to
go and eat their first meal together. Sir Roy had quite forgotten the ladies
would be coming with them, because, in many ways, the four of them were now a
family. Sir Roy had not been to the part of the house they were going to eat
in. It was a small private dining area and chapel that looked much more
mediaeval than the rest of the Hall, though Sir Roy did not know if this was
deliberate, or just an old relic.
The dining room itself was small and contained a round table. The Aylesford
coat of Arms hung above the entrance, but apart from some lamps, and the window
looking out at the gardens, there was no other ornamentation or furniture. Sir
Roy was quite taken with it, and it was nice to be able to sit at a round
table, where no one felt more superior than the others. It felt like a lovely
private space, away from the manor proper, and Sir Roy felt he could talk more
freely here than he could elsewhere.
"Are things clearer to you now, Roy? The relationships we have are not that
common, but they bring us peace and happiness," Lord Aylesford said.
"I admit, I am still not sure, but I think I understand it a little better, now
that I know what they are based on. I will probably understand it better in
time," Sir Roy said.
"All you really need to know is that we all love each other in our own way.
Once you accept that, the rest does not particularly matter. The kind of bond
of love we share is difficult to speak of; it is better to experience it," Lady
Aylesford said.
Sir Roy could see the sense in that. He could see the two companion's rings the
women were wearing, and he felt a bond with them, too. It was as if there was
some magic binding them all together.
"I think you are the youngest companion I have known, Roy. You have so much to
learn," Lady Aylesford said as she touched his arm.
Sir Roy swallowed. He was not entirely sure what to do, but he did trust these
people, so he was not worried he would be hurt. Miss Matthews was also sitting
close to him, and he was not unaware of the way she was eyeing him. It confused
him; he was under the impression the two ladies with them were not particularly
interested in men, and yet, they were both making him feel quite uncomfortable,
though not in an unpleasant manner.
"Do not look so worried, Roy. My ladies will not harm you. But perhaps they
might give you some space for a while. You will need time to contemplate all we
have gone through tonight, and all that is still to come. Our love-making will
be intense tonight in a way you have not experienced before, and I would rather
you concentrated on that than worry about what may happen in the future," Lord
Aylesford said.
"Yes, m- yes, Charles," Sir Roy said, catching himself. He was still not used
to using their Christian names, and had not quite had the courage to do so for
the women yet. He still felt it impolite to address the ladies so familiarly.
"Roy, do not feel like you are being tested or judged. I have accepted you, God
has accepted you, and the ladies have accepted you. Try to relax. This is a
joyous night, and one that should not be filled with anxiety for you," Lord
Aylesford said.
Sir Roy nodded and took a deep breath, trying to settle himself. "I will do my
best, Charles. I am happy, I can assure you, but this is all so new to me, I am
a little overwhelmed. Forgive me, I will get used to it eventually."
"Just relax, my love, and let yourself enjoy this night. I think we will spend
a little time in the chapel before we head upstairs to bathe. I think you will
appreciate having a moment to yourself," Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy nodded. "If you would oblige, Charles, that would be most appreciated.
I will not need long, just a few moments to pray."
Lord Aylesford agreed. "So it shall be, then."
Dinner began then, and Sir Roy turned his attention to food. He had not eaten
since breakfast, though, on the whole, it had been entirely worth it. The small
room and the intimate company made the meal feel very special, and the food was
just as good as it always was. Sir Roy felt thoroughly satisfied by the time
they were done, and it had settled his nerves.
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After a few moments in the chapel to pray, Lord Aylesford took Sir Roy back
upstairs to bathe. Sir Roy expected it would be done in the bathing room, but
to his surprise, Lord Aylesford took him to his bedroom, where he was surprised
to find a small bathing room attached to a hidden door in the wall. It was much
more private, and Sir Roy recognised the same sort of magical piped contraption
that Lord Aylesford had shown him in his bathing room in London. The hidden
door was closed, though Sir Roy could see it could be opened from the inside,
which settled his nerves somewhat.
This small bathing room seemed to be modelled on the bath house, or perhaps a
chapel with a bath for baptising. The tiling on the walls and floor was very
Roman, but opposite the door was a small stone Christian altar, with a figure
of Christ offering his blessings. Two gold candlesticks flanked it, and a jar
of what Sir Roy assumed was consecrated oil sat in the middle. There was a
small area next to the door to leave their clothes, and a small box, while the
round bath took up the rest of the room. It stood above ground, covered with
similar tiles to the walls.
"Is there more ritual to go with this part of the ceremony, Charles?" Sir Roy
said.
"Not particularly. It can be as ritualistic as you like. We can just bathe
together, if you do not wish to take too long," Lord Aylesford. "You know how
long anointing can take if we decide to do our whole bodies. How soon do you
want to take me to bed?"
Sir Roy felt a surge of desire as he remembered that after this, they would
indeed be going to bed together. "I think we could do a little anointing, but
maybe enough to prepare us for the night to come. I should like to do that here
than in your room."
"Then we shall bathe in here, and prepare for the night to come. I shall fill
the bath for you, I still have to teach you how to do that, it seems," Lord
Aylesford said.
"I am sorry I am so incompetent at Flame magic, my Lord. I wish I could do it
for you," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford brushed him off. "It is not your duty. Undress, my love, and we
will soon be in the warm waters together."
Sir Roy watched again as Lord Aylesford cast the spell for fireborn water. It
worked perfectly, and once the stopper was removed, steaming water flowed into
the bath, filling it up. Eager to get in, Sir Roy began undressing, freeing
himself from the robes he'd been wearing all day. Knowing intimacy was allowed
now, and encouraged, Sir Roy did not hold back his desire any longer, and he
saw Lord Aylesford's prick was also a little hard as he slipped out of his
robes.
Nothing stopped them being together now, and Sir Roy loved feeling Lord
Aylesford's arms around him. Their pricks were rubbing against each other, and
Sir Roy kissed him boldly, taking all the love he offered. Everything felt much
more intense, just like Lord Aylesford had said. Every sensation rocked his
body, and his heart longed to be close to the Earl. He felt the ache in his
body, too, when they separated. Sir Roy held on to him, even if it was just his
hand, as they watched the water fill the bath. Lord Aylesford added some rose
oil before they stepped over the side and settled down into the hot water.
Sir Roy was by his side, nestled in as close as he could as Lord Aylesford's
arms held him close. Sir Roy felt complete in a way he had never felt before.
He still felt calm, though, and safe. They sat together in silence. Sir Roy
wanted to conserve his desire until they were in bed, and he appreciated the
chance to just sit there quietly with the man he loved. They shared a few
kisses, but did not go much further than that.
After a while, they washed each other's bodies and anointed each other in a few
select places. This, too, was restrained, given neither wanted to give in too
soon, and once Lord Aylesford was sure they were prepared enough, and could not
wait any longer, they left the bath, and returned to the bedroom.
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Sir Roy didn't know if he wanted this to be short, or take all night. He was
filled with desire, and he could tell Lord Aylesford was as well. Their bodies
did not move very far apart as they shifted over to the bed. Their arms were
around each other, and their hands wandering as they lay together, kissing
tenderly and eagerly.
Lord Aylesford decided they were going to take their time, and Sir Roy was
quietly thankful for it. He wanted time to get to know him in a new way, now
that they were bonded as companions.
Sir Roy could hardly believe the attention Lord Aylesford was giving him. No
part of his body was ignored, and the pleasure in his body was like wildfire.
Lord Aylesford closing his hand gently around his prick sent a thrill up his
spine. By some miracle, Sir Roy managed to hang on, and keep his desire
restrained, at least for now. He had a feeling this would go on all night, and
he did not want to spoil things too soon.
More oil was produced, though it was not immediately obvious Lord Aylesford was
preparing him for sex. Lord Aylesford lay him down on his stomach and rubbed
his whole body down, paying attention to every muscle in his body as he
massaged him gently. He knew it was more than that when Lord Aylesford knelt
over him as he slid a couple of fingers inside him, pushing and stretching him.
Sir Roy gasped and his fingers clutched the sheets as his fingers probed him.
Lord Aylesford brought him onto his side as he pressed against him. Sir Roy
lifted a leg eagerly as he felt Lord Aylesford's prick pressing into him. After
a fierce kiss, his arms holding him tight, Lord Aylesford slowly pushed inside
him, and Sir Roy breathed out, feeling like his pleasure was about to be given
to him.
Lord Aylesford was holding him close, just like he'd done the first time they'd
slept together in the Roman bath house. The Earl moved slowly and deliberately,
curling their bodies tightly together to intensify their feelings of
connection.
It was agonisingly slow as they moved together gently. Sir Roy felt every
thrust through his whole body. Sex had never felt this way before, as if there
was something surrounding them and binding them together. Sir Roy wasn't sure
it wasn't magic, or perhaps the fire of the Holy Spirit blessing their union.
All Sir Roy knew was that, after a while, he felt as if they had become one
body, moving together in unison, as if they had never been apart. The pleasure
ripped through them as if they were slowly being covered by warm oil, and it
went straight to Sir Roy's head, filling him with love.
Sir Roy felt no fear as they separated, and Lord Aylesford said it was time for
him to take him. Sir Roy understood what he meant, and lay him down on his back
as he oiled him. He felt more confident now, and the desire to humble the Earl
lying beneath him was strong. He loved the way the Earl squirmed as he probed
his fingers inside him, just as the Earl had done to him, and he took some time
just feeling him in this way, seeing how he would react.
After a while, he turned the Earl onto his back and pushed his legs up as he
moved between them, continuing to probe and prepare him. Sir Roy rubbed his
prick against his arse, teasing him, and he watched, amazed at how the Earl
reacted, begging him for more. Fisting his prick slowly, Sir Roy pushed inside,
feeling a surge of both power and arousal as he felt the Earl tighten around
him.
It felt incredible to be so connected to him, and he thrust slowly, taking his
time to get used to the feeling of making love to Lord Aylesford this way. At
one point, he grasped the Earl's wrists and pinned him down, taking a moment to
thrust a little faster. Sir Roy felt in his heart that he was meant to spill
his seed inside the Earl this time, and while he was eager and keen, he did try
to take as long as possible, wanting to give Lord Aylesford the same agonising
sex he'd given him first.
Sir Roy kept them as close as possible as he chased his pleasure. He kept his
eyes on the Earl's face, watching how he reacted to his movements. Every now
and then, Lord Aylesford would whisper a desire for him to thrust harder, or to
move at a slightly different angle, and Sir Roy did his best to follow his
instructions. Sir Roy held back his desire until he sensed Lord Aylesford was
ready. It wasn't a verbal cue; there was something about his face, flushed with
desire, that Sir Roy knew was the sign he was right on the edge. He thrust
harder then, and as he let himself go, he felt a powerful surge of release as
he filled the Earl with his love.
Sir Roy was filled with a queer sensation he had never felt before. He clung to
Lord Aylesford, as he felt himself overcome by a wave of emotions. He felt as
if he was filled with the Spirit, or perhaps filled anew with Water and Flame.
He was not entirely sure, in that moment, that they were different things. He
lay against Lord Aylesford's chest, breathing hard, still filled with power.
Lord Aylesford held him close and stroked his hair gently.
"I did tell you it would be intense, my love. Flame burns brightly in you now,
can you feel it?" Lord Aylesford whispered.
Sir Roy could feel Flame, yes, but in a way he had never felt before. His body
felt hot and energised as much as it felt spent and exhausted, but he could
feel the power of Flame gathering in his finger tips. He opened his mouth to
speak, but Flame took that moment to reveal another mystery, and it was so
utterly profound that he felt it reverberate through his entire body, shaking
him completely.
"Just be still, my love, and let Flame do its work. I will ground you when you
are settled. You are safe, here, in my arms, my love, and you always will be,"
Lord Aylesford said.
Sir Roy barely heard him. Music filled his entire being, swirling all around
him. A prayer left his lips, the words inaudible. The world suddenly felt
unutterably complete, and so much more than he could ever possibly comprehend.
His world was both himself and the man lying beside him, and the entire
Universe. He felt Lord Aylesford's left hand reach for his own, and the heat
from their matching rings finished the bond between them. Sir Roy could feel
the Earl's heart beating, and there was an energy coming from him now that he
had never felt before.
Coming down took a long time. For hours, Sir Roy stared ahead at nothing, his
mind preoccupied with thoughts he had no words for, and a song that filled
every part of him. Lord Aylesford stayed by his side, slowly bringing him down
with ever so slight touches of Earth and Water magic, slowly quelling the force
of Flame burning inside him.
Lord Aylesford called for some food when Sir Roy felt like he was ready, and he
sat up, slowly, his body trembling. Lord Aylesford held him close, kissed him,
and flushed out the Flame magic with one final wave of Water. Sir Roy could
hear her singing to him as she settled him down and nourished his soul.
"The Song of the elements is the Song of God Himself. To hear it is a rare
privilege, Sir Roy, for I assume that is what you have heard this night. Only
the greatest wizzards amongst us have heard it, and I am not one of them," Lord
Aylesford murmured.
Finally feeling more like himself, Sir Roy finally found his voice to speak. "I
have never heard anything so beautiful. I could not play it, nor describe it.
No instrument on Earth is capable of giving life to it. I feel as if I have
been touched by God."
They sat in silence a while, and Sir Roy appreciated just being close to Lord
Aylesford. He dressed in a nightshirt and robe, as the cold crept in once Flame
had died down, and he found himself sitting in one of the armchairs by the
window, gazing out at the still night. Lord Aylesford dressed and brought their
food over to them. Tea and some scones with jam were appreciated very much, and
Sir Roy felt his nerves settle as he ate.
"I feel like Hugh is still with me, too, my love. I can feel his love beating
in my heart, just as yours is. I never felt I would experience love this
powerful. Was it meant to happen like this? To feel so overwhelmed by revealed
mysteries?" Sir Roy said.
"Mysteries are always profound, my love, but yes, it is what usually happens.
Not everyone hears the voice of God, but the magic does tend to affect the new
companion in profound ways. I think, for a moment, that you were filled with
Angelic love. I saw you burning as brightly as the Seraphim as Flame consumed
you and renewed you. I think you might have finally won its respect," Lord
Aylesford said.
"Can we sit here a while? I am not sure I will sleep tonight, and I am in need
of some time to deal with what I have experienced," Sir Roy said.
"That was the intention, Roy. I rarely sleep during these first nights together
with a new companion. We may rest tomorrow, once you finally feel so exhausted
you will sleep without dreams. But tonight is just for us. We can talk, or just
be silent. I have also spent some evenings in the chapel, when praying was
needed, but I am not sure you desire prayer tonight. I think all you need is
company and silence," Lord Aylesford said.
"The whole world is a cathedral, I can see that now. The magic is revealed
before me, and God is everywhere. I did not realise the profound nature of
casting spells, to channel God's power to change the world. What is praying,
but a form of magic? What is magic, but a form of prayer? God and magic are not
at odds in my mind anymore, just as my faith and my desires are no longer in
conflict. For the first time in my life, I feel wholly at peace with myself. I
desire silence, just for a while, to drink in everything, and maybe after, we
might talk a little," Sir Roy said.
Lord Aylesford agreed, and turned his gaze out to the world. The moon was
hidden behind a drift of clouds, and the world darkened, but every now and
then, a small light flickered here and there, and the stars shone brightly in
the Heavens. Silence sat comfortably around them, and Sir Roy embraced it,
filled with bliss.
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