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‘So there is a virus loose in the intellects of the western world.’ Paul Oscott was pacing the dais of the large lecture theatre in Coulson Hall. He spoke entirely without notes – which was awesome – striding around and gesturing. The whole man worked at putting over his message. His delivery was flawless and sometimes dramatic, with superb use of the strategic pause and magnificent comic timing when he made a joke. Henry whispered to Eddie, ‘The guy is brilliant.’ He was shushed by a doz
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Henry had got Gavin’s room key and went round to the hall of residence to pick up a change of clothes for him from his still unpacked cases. Nobody seemed to have noticed that Gavin was not there, or commented when Henry went into his room. Henry found that sad. He returned to Finkle Road and discovered Gavin a bit more awake and in less apparent pain. He gave the boy chicken soup, which he ate, and a fruit juice because it seemed a healthier sort of drink to Henry. Gavin smiled up at hi
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The Wednesday morning, Eddie woke Henry with a coffee and a smile. ‘You alright?’ Henry asked with a sleepy grin. ‘That was a rough night, Henry. You deserve this.’ ‘Well thanks … can you remember next time that I don’t take sugar?’ ‘What makes you think there’ll be a next time?’ ‘Whatever. Any movement from poor Gavin?’ ‘I’ll go see, and ask him if he wants a drink too.’ ‘You’re excelling yourself, Eddie.’ ‘Maybe you’re transforming me into someone caring
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Yeah well, nice little kids grow up, and for the sake of the story Eddie had to grow up troubled, otherwise he’d be in an elite school, rather than Cranwell. But it’ll be the making of him.😉
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Freshers’ Fair was crowded. Henry browsed the stalls with difficulty, grabbing a leaflet here and fruitlessly queuing to talk to society reps there. He chatted with a nice girl from Croydon at the Gaming Society table, but it looked like they were into Warhammer 40K, not the computer strategy games he was addicted to. He thought about signing up for the Men’s Hockey trial, but took one look at the fit, broad-shouldered and cheerful types congregating there and had his doubts. Finally, he s
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Henry has made it to university, but without Ed. Instead he finds himself in a first-year house share in Cranwell with Eddie Peacher, Andy’s problem brother, and the nervous Gavin. Between them, they find themselves combating the appalling Frank Hutchinson, landlord of the King's Cross, and unearth a mystery of the ages, to solve which is death.
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The saga will continue ...
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‘Pass me that Fodor’s, Ed.’ They were relaxing in their hotel room after leaving items of evening dress scattered around. Henry was in his boxer briefs, bare feet up on the room’s desk. Ed – naked, dishevelled and gorgeous – had just come out of the shower towelling his hair. Henry’s briefs were tented out accordingly. Part of his anatomy was expecting an imminent treat. Ed came up behind Henry, knelt next to his chair and began lightly kissing his shoulders. His fingers strayed inside Hen
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Christmas holidays came all too rapidly. Henry was unpacking his locker again, and about to say goodbye to Ed. At least they would meet up the week after Christmas, when Ed had petitioned – in fact demanded – that Matt and Andy take Henry with them to the Rothenian Alps. As usual, Henry’s mum and dad were joining the grandparents somewhere sunny for that week, so everything was working out nicely. Rudi had likewise demanded of the parents of his growing number of straight friends at Medward
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Rudi and his Secret Service bodyguards disappeared from school in a black SUV immediately following the end of the last period on Friday. Edward and Henry waved him off. Their own transport would arrive on Saturday, the first day of exeat. David came up behind them. ‘So, there goes the king. It was nice of him to put us on the coronation guest list. The rest of the sixth is dead envious. They wish now they’d been as nice to him as we were when he first came here.’ Edward laughed and hu
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There was excitement in the block on the first day of term. A Rothenian Secret Service agent had been assigned a room in Temple House next to the king’s, while a police guard was permanently stationed on the main gate to deter paparazzi. The school had by then got its act together. The boys were firmly instructed in assembly that His Majesty the King of Rothenia was to be registered and addressed as ‘Rudolf Burlesdon’. He was to be treated in every way like any other sixth former. ‘Morning,
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They’ll be there for the coronation, no worries
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Try as he might, Henry found it very difficult to acclimatise back to school when it resumed after the Easter break. First there was the celebrity. It was known that the three of them had been with Rudi in Strelzen and seen him become Medwardine’s most celebrated pupil overnight. Of course, they couldn’t do more than talk of the state ceremonial and the popular reaction to Rudi’s appearance in the country. The more exciting stuff had to be buried. Henry got most of the attention, as David h
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David went missing that evening. He failed to turn up for dinner and didn’t check back into his bedroom at the hotel. On Thursday morning, Terry was getting frantic. ‘That little sod’s gonna get me into deep shit. We were supposed to be off today. If I don’t deliver him back in good nick to his parents on Friday, there’re going to be some serious and difficult questions asked of Henry’s dad. What is the kid playing at?’ ‘It’s love Terry,’ Henry contributed wisely. ‘It does weird things to u
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Wednesday morning was another free day for the boys. When Ed and Henry went down to the breakfast buffet, they found Terry already there on a table with Justin and Nathan. Terry was looking fed up. ‘Whassup wiv you two?’ he snarled at the older pair. Nathan was in awe of Terry and was not happy to find the man angry with him. He mumbled something apologetic. ‘Well bloody sort it out quick,’ Terry growled. ‘If it’s what I think it is, then you’re being totally moronic, Nathan. You should ha
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The first bell began ringing from the cathedral of Saints Andrew and Vitalis at ten, and, taking their cue from the mother church, the other bells of Strelzen awoke and sang. This was not the change ringing Henry knew from England, but the raucous and joyous carillon of continental Europe. As the noise swept and surged across the city, it set Henry’s nerve ends tingling. Terry had used his contacts to get them all into the Hilton, a new development on the low hill of the Sixth District, dip
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A bang at the door woke the boys at six-thirty; the entwined couples stirred. Justin farted catastrophically, quickly swamping the lingering scent of sex in the room. ‘There, I fucking told you,’ Nathan groaned. He threw off the covers and wrinkled his nose in distaste. ‘Shall we shower in pairs?’ He made the question rhetorical by dragging Justin naked out into the corridor and along to the showers. Henry and Ed began kissing, until Henry broke off, dived under the duvet, and spent te
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Justin, eyes alight, was on deck as soon as the ferry’s Tannoy warned of their imminent docking. ‘Amsterdam innit!’ ‘No, Justy,’ Nathan reminded him for the third time, ‘it’s Rotterdam Europort.’ ‘Same difference.’ ‘Not really. One’s full of containers, and the other is full of sex workers and drug dealers.’ ‘Which is this one?’ ‘Look around.’ ‘Fuck. Boxes everywhere. When am I ever gonna get to see the capital of skunk and porn?’ Nathan sighed. ‘Whoever said
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Terry got the three boys back to school in plenty of time for breakfast, dropping them at the lane on the Ludlow Road leading to the copse where their deadly adventure had begun. A dawn mist had settled across the school grounds, rising from the surface of the Mere and its stream. Rudi and David were thus able to enter the school buildings by the refectory door unobserved, allowing them to mingle with the early breakfast queue. Ed galloped across to Longley to change out of his stinking clothes
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Hasty footsteps approaching the chapter office caused Oskar to switch his attention from Father Wladislaw to the door. An elderly clergyman rushed in, breathing heavily. He stared at Oskar and Peter. ‘So which of you knew the shibboleth?’ ‘The shibboleth?’ Oskar responded. ‘The passage of scripture I cited?’ The clergyman nodded. ‘I am Father Serge, archpriest of this church. You seek the Crown of Tassilo.’ ‘Er … yes. You mean you have it?’ The man shook his head. ‘I can give
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Oskar kept on catching sidelong glances from Peter, as if the younger man was sizing him up before broaching a difficult subject. Finally, Oskar grabbed him as he passed by the armchair in the drawing room of the Tarlenheim palace. ‘Sit here, Piotrescu. Tell me what is up.’ Not resisting either the action or the command, Peter settled back into Oskar’s lap. ‘Okay, Osku. You want to know what all those calls were about. It’s like this: Dad’s on the move. He’s going back to the UK. If he m
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It was the end of exeat and Henry was by then aching to be with Ed. When they made their restrained greetings in the sixth form block on an unusually warm March morning, it was very difficult for both of them. Kissing and hugging were not an option in school, let alone the other things they desperately wanted to do. In the end their combined libidos got too much for them. Henry dragged Ed into his carrel, jammed a chair against the door, covered the window with his prefect’s gown and strugg
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The boys followed the obsequies for poor Ramon at a distance. He was buried in Houston, where his family lived. There was an unhappy scene at the requiem when the family denied Terry a place amongst the lead mourners, and there were some ugly words thrown at the gay section of the congregation after the service. It was only the powerful advocacy of Ramon’s aunt, Mrs Fuentes – Andy’s former housekeeper – that stopped further humiliations. Ramon’s family had never come to terms with his relationsh
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Things at Medwardine got worse. Rudi seemed to have lost his social confidence – or at least the will to be social – and retreated into his room. David did not have enough moderation and self-control to keep his grievance to himself, and so stirred up his friends against Rudi. All in all it was a difficult week, only lightened by the fact that Ed had decided to join Henry’s crusade. He went out of his way to talk to Rudi, sitting with him at meals, and even visiting him in his room after lessons
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‘Okay, Davey. Tell me what happened.’ Henry had gone over to Temple House and tracked David to his room. They were sitting on his single bed, their backs against the wall. ‘Oh, it was my fault, I suppose. But he’s such an arrogant fucker. He came up to me in the block and said he had finally discovered that I hadn’t come clean under my own steam, but because you had pushed me into it. Nevertheless, he said – the pompous arse – he was willing to let bygones be bygones out of respect for you.
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