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Related article: Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 23:47:56 +0100
From: Mike Arram
Subject: Heart of Oskar Prinz - 11The following story describes people and places wholly fictional, although
based on some element of reality. How much is really up to you to decide.
There is a place called Ruthenia, but it is not the Rothenia depicted here.
It won't take long for the alert reader to realise that my Rothenia is
unapologetically borrowed from Anthony Hope's magnificent creation of
Ruritania, although updated for the twenty-first century.
This is my third attempt at gay erotic fiction. The earlier ones are
'The Decent Inn' and 'Terry and the Peachers' which can be found in the
Nifty archive under the College section. Excuse the self-indulgence of the
crossover references, but they did amuse me.
The story contains graphic depictions of sex between adult males. If the
reading or possessing of such material as this is illegal in your place of
residence please leave this site immediately and do not proceed further.
If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so.XI
Will and Fritz walked almost to Terlenehem, but Fritz was reluctant to go
into the town, and walked Will back along the river bank to his home. They
chattered merrily. Fritz's English was remarkably good for a ten-year-old,
and they swopped words for things, particularly trees and plants. Will's
vocabulary was swelling like corn in summer. None of it was dropping out
of his memory, either. His brain had decided that acquiring Rothenian was
its top priority. Will had read that this could happen, but he was
astonished to find he Preteen Nn Models had the capacity for it. There was every chance he
could be fluent in a few weeks.
'This was where the old castle was,' Fritz said sadly. They looked at a
field full of low ruins on a terrace above the river. 'The Red Army used
it for target practice for their tanks. But they didn't blow it all up.'
He led Will up a lane and, choked a bit by trees and ivy he showed Will the
remains of a handsome stable block, the courtyard still clear, except for a
rusted and collapsing wagon. Will noticed an old stable clock, the green
copper hands frozen at four thirty, and the heraldry. He pointed to the
carven arms above a tall arch: a lion on a field strewn with roses, the
shield encircled by the imperial order of the Golden Fleece. 'Is that the
arms of Tarlenheim?'
'Yes,' Fritz said, 'You can see the date 1866, and the letters F III C,
that stands for Count Francis Preteen Nn Models the Third. I'm named after him.'
'Really?'
'Yes. Fritz is short for Francis.'
'I didn't know that. Are there a lot of boys called Francis in
Terlenehem?'
'Only me,' Fritz said, looking puzzled at the question for some reason.
They walked on up the lane and came again Preteen Nn Models to the cottage. Fritz called out
on the path. When they got inside they found Helge and Oskar poring over a
ledger and a pile of letters, Oskar was chewing the end of a pen and
looking preoccupied. He smiled at Will, 'We'll be a little bit longer,
Will. Maybe you and Fritz can go and sit out the back.'
They went out to look at the chickens in the back yard, and Fritz fed
them, while Will looked for eggs. He found a few and put them in a dish.
They found Fritz's favourite tree and they climbed it together. Oskar had
knocked convenient nails in at intervals, and Will was able to climb up to
a high platform that Oskar had built for him, as Fritz proudly said. The
view was excellent down the river valley to Terlenehem, and Fritz pointed
out the church, the mairie and the tower of the fire station. He had a
small telescope up there, and they amused themselves as Fritz pointed out
his schoolfriends' houses. It was a delightful afternoon, sitting up there
in the cool air among the rustling leaves and the gentle sway of the upper
branches, apart, that is, from the persistence of the local wasps. Will
was regretful when Helge called them down for tea.It was a wonderful sleepy evening, with Helge sewing on a table by a
standing lamp, Fritz working on a school project, and Oskar and Will
listening to the radio and reading. Again, there was no TV in the Prinz
household. Oskar said in passing that his parents had not approved of
television, but they had not missed it as children, apart from the
cartoons. Fritz went to bed at what would have been a stunningly early
time for one of his pupils in Whithampsted, although Will reflected that
perhaps country kids might be different, even in England.
With Fritz in bed, they sat out in the cool and dark under the verandah,
sipping wine and watching disturbingly large moths flitting past; Will
almost fell off his chair when an owl swooped down and snatched one. Helge
was very interested as to how they had met, Preteen Nn Models
and very disturbed when she
heard an edited version of the story. She did not like big cities, and
worried about Oskar all the time, she said. Will privately agreed that she
had good reason to worry.
When they went to bed, Will was very touched when she gave them a formal
Rothenian blessing and kissed both of them on the forehead, Oskar and then
Will. They undressed in silence. Oskar looked disgruntled. 'I feel like
we should be in pyjamas,' he complained.
'I think we should behave ourselves tonight,' Will said. They kept their
underpants on and hugged chastely till they fell asleep in each other's
arms.
There was no breakfast when they woke, only coffee, as Oskar had to
admit. 'We eat after church,' he complained, 'we have to keep fast till
after mass; it's a ... bugger.' He used the English word he had picked up
off Will. Will laughed, but his stomach did not laugh with him.
They walked into town, and joined the large numbers attending the nine
thirty mass. The celebrant was a Jesuit from the college at Modnehem, a
young and intense priest. Will Preteen Nn Models found little problem in following the
liturgy Preteen Nn Models and managed a lot of the responses, but he excelled Preteen Nn Models himself in the
hymns, all of which were to settings he recognised from his English
experience. He stunned his neighbours by harmonising a Rothenian hymn set
to the Ode to Joy. He quite enjoyed himself, but heard Oskar complaining
that he was giving him ear ache. Fritz too gave him a quirky look,
although Helge was smiling. Will did not communicate, as he knew that the
Catholic church regarded him as a schismatic; Helge pursed her lips when he
explained this. Oskar did communicate, however; scared to cross his sister
on her home ground.
As the congregation spilled out of church, Helge was caught up in a group
of young women while Oskar was shaking hands with some old friends. Will
noticed at that point how deferential people seemed to the handsome brother
and sister. Will and Fritz stood around and looked at the graves, Fritz
was intrigued at his explanation of the symbolism. They went roaming up
the rows. Fritz pointed in a matter of fact way to a structure in the
corner of the churchyard. 'That's where mum and dad are.' Will's heart
almost broke as the orphaned boy gave the tomb such a wistful look.
They wandered over. Will was impressed at the quality of the workmanship
when they reached it. It was also bigger than it appeared Preteen Nn Models at a distance.
He recognised it as in fact a vault chapel, rather than a simple hypogeum.
It was the entrance to an underground complex that looked like it was of
some size. He got to the Classical pediment at the entrance. A wreath of
fresh flowers was fixed to the wrought iron gates. He looked above the
arch for some clue as to how it was that Oskar's parents had ended up in
such a major monument. He found it, and indeed found more than his head
was willing to accept at short notice. He saw the carving of a familiar
coat of arms, a lion on a field of roses, and the single word TARLENHEIM.
He stood silent for a moment, and let the historian in him take over.
'Fritz,' he asked, 'was Count Francis the Third your great-great
grandfather, or your great grandfather?'
The boy thought about it for a moment, 'Actually I think he was my
great-great- great grandfather ... yes that's right. Daddy was Francis the
Fifth, if they'd ever let him be count.'
'And Oskar?'
'Oh, he's Oskar the Third, and he is the count of Tarlenheim.'Will and Fritz walked silently back to the dispersing congregation. Will's
world had just done a complete belly flop. Terry had been right. Preteen Nn Models
Oskar
had certainly kept the big one back, but on the other hand, he thought, he
had done nothing to stop him finding out what was, it seemed, an open
secret in his group of friends. Tomas had talked of his 'background', and
they had ribbed Oskar about his rural lack of sophistication, ironically,
as he now realised. No, he was meant to find the secret out. That was why
he was brought here. Oskar just did not want to tell him himself. He
thought he could see why. It would have sounded like the bizarre fantasies
of an unbalanced street gay. But here at Terlenehem there was no doubting
it.
Oskar was leaving through the church gate as they caught up with him. He
passed two ancient women in black sacking dresses as he went. Oskar looked
round at Will just as one of the women took his hand and kissed it. Oskar
turned back and laid his hand gently on the old woman's head as she let it
go, and said some formal Rothenian words. The other lady went through the
same ritual. As Oskar had turned back to the ladies Will finally realised
what he had seen in Count Francis's face that he had recognised. It was
the image of Oskar.
Will said little as they walked back to the cottage. Oskar too was
silent, but Will caught the odd glance being thrown at him. Helge had gone
on ahead with Fritz. At last Oskar took his hand and stopped him in the
road. Will looked him full in the face and acknowledged something in it
that he had only half comprehended before. This was not just a handsome
face, it was a noble one. And whatever the circumstances to which its
owner was reduced, the nobility was still there, perhaps more of a burden
for him as a result.
'So my love, I think now at last you know me,' he said in English.
Will resisted the temptation to say something flippant, 'Oh Oskar,' he
ended up saying, 'What can I say?'
'Say you love me again, my Will.'
'I love you, Oskar. But Oskar Prinz? Why not Oskar zu Terlenehem?'
'We had to give up the name under Horvath. Grandfather took the surname
as a sort of defiance, not that they could object. But I am a prince, a
prince of the Holy Roman Empire as it happens, a dignity that was awarded
to the Field Marshal my ancestor by Josef II, the Preteen Nn Models emperor, my cousin. So
Oskar Prinz is a true name, and good enough for these latter days in
Rothenia. I am the original Student Prinz! Good, eh!' He laughed in the
old way, and there was no Preteen Nn Models resisting his merriment. Oskar kissed him in the
empty road, and Will took and kissed his hand.
'Don't I get a blessing?' Will smiled.
'Always, every day, when I wake up beside you, I bless you Willemu.'
Will believed him and it gave him a shiver.
'My prince.'
'Your prince for ever, English boy.'
'Do I make a good serf?'
'We can work on it.'
'Do they call you "My Lord" or something like that?'
'In modern Rothenia all titles are officially abolished, but when people
want to recall the old days, they are supposed to call me "Serene
Highness", cool huh?'
'Cool is not the word I would use ... scary or weird sounds more
appropriate.'
Oskar stopped smiling and said, 'There is a reason you must know all
this, my Will. And it's not just that I really do want you to know me as
well as Tomaszu and my other good friends. But I cannot tell you here and
now. Yet I will soon, I promise. Then you will need to be a loyal knight
in my service.'
'This is so very weird, Oskar.'
'I know, but we will talk later, I promise.' An early lunch was well
under way when they got back to the cottage: the last refuge of the noble
and princely house of Tarlenheim, but at least it was a happy one. There
was a lot of quiet merriment round the dinner, and Oskar sat at the head of
his table, making the kitchen chair look like a throne of an affable king.
So much about his lover now made sense to Will, the odd moments of
formality and dignity, the unselfconscious courage, even the wild humour,
had its roots in the fact that Oskar was no common man, and, like princes
did, he constructed life Preteen Nn Models on different principles from the rest of us. But
he reflected momentarily on what he had recently told his Year 10 GCSE
group, that princes were dangerous men because their morality was not ours.They left late in the afternoon on the train for Strelzen, Helge and Fritz
waving from the platform. They waved to them out of the train window until
they were out of sight.
Oskar took a seat in the near empty carriage with a pleased look on his
face, 'Helge thought you were wonderful. She didn't say it � she wouldn't �
but short of a marriageable and fertile girl, you're the next best thing as
far as she's concerned.'
'Gee thanks.'
'Don't mention it. I knew it would go well. So back to Strelzen, and
another week at the National Library.'
'This week we start listing and assessing the secondary works, and you're
going to have to do most of that. How's your speed reading?'
'We'll see. You'll get better too. Your progress in Rothenian is
amazing. Are you even aware that you're not talking English now?'
'Er, no,' said Will, 'I'd forgotten.'
'If only we could get your accent better, you say the letters "a" and "e"
very oddly.'
'Oh well, practice will make perfect.'
'No doubt.'
Will thought for a moment, 'Does Hendrik know your background?'
'No, none of them at Falkefilm have any idea, which is the way it needs
to stay.'
'I agree with you. Excuse me, my love, but I have to ask you again. How
could a descendant of the Tarlenheims get involved with the likes of
Hendrik?'
'A courageous question to ask of me, Englishman,' said Oskar with more
than hint of formal frostiness in his voice. But his face cleared soon
enough, and he said soberly. 'Would it be enough, Will, to say that there
was a pressing reason, and that one day soon you will know it?'
'If you say so, Your Serene Highness, I am content.'
'Hmm, so Will, you can do dignity too, I see.'
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