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     {ASSM} An Unfortunate Event at Deddington Manor ~
      A Holmes & Hove mystery story) [Yotna El'toub]
        (FF,MC,NC,magic.) Part one of twelve.

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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal
age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult
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Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The
characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in
my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental
and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are
pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult
sexuality should remain only in the adult world.

Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands
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***Summary***

After the strain of recent cases Holmes and Hove are relieved
to receive an invitation to the 'coming out' of Lady Jane Grey.
It will be the event of the season and a welcome chance to
recharge their depleted spirits. What could be more pleasant?
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Prologue:

The west wind played lightly across the summer grasses of the
moor; all was peaceful and quiet. So quiet that Jack almost
slumbered, his broad back resting on a convenient outcrop of
rock. Apparently the man was asleep, but not so, no good shepherd
sleeps while his flock is unpenned, and Jack was an excellent
shepherd.

His weary but dutiful eyes scanned continually from the distant
mount famine across the extent of dark peak to his tree speckled
land. Nothing was missed, not the soaring kite, nor the slow
passage of the hay cart below him. Jack saw all, and knew all,
this had been his only home for some 50 summers past, it was
truly his realm.

He loved the freedom his life gave him, a freedom only hill-folk
could understand. Oh, the pleasures of a soft mid-summers day like
today were obvious to all, but even more, Jack loved the moor in
its wildness. Come autumn when the mists swirled from the cooling
breeze, or even winter when the numbing bite of cold reminded him
he was alive; a part of nature. No, here was Jack's home, his
life, his church, and no man could challenge him for it.
Paradise.

His heartfelt reflection ended as quickly as it had begun, for the
sheep had stopped grazing. Heads up, the flock gazed around the
landscape. Something had them spooked, a fox most likely he
thought.  Most of the lambs were now old enough to survive an
attack in the short term, but the feral beasts were still a
threat.

Things started to move at speed, Shep sprang up from the grass,
his hackles raised, his nose down to the ground. Urgently the dog
raced towards the rock and Jack. The shepherd frowned and let out
a disciplining whistle, "G'wan lad, see to sheep, not I." To his
amazement his normally reliable dog ignored both the whistle and
the command.

Enraged, Jack moved away from the shadow of the rock, only to be
engulfed in the pitch darkness of another malformed shadow. Jack
turned and stood mouth agape, as the shape pounced. Shep whimpered
at the sounds of his master's agonised cries, but without fear he
tore on; duty placed high above safety.

The west wind played lightly across the summer grasses of the
moor; all was peaceful and quiet. Jack Clipper was gone, and
Shep's blood seeped liberally from his motionless, shaggy coat.
Slowly it meandered and finally soaked into the darkening earth
of Deddington Moor. Paradise.


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Chapter one:

"Holmes! Holmes!" Brighton called excitedly, "Excellent news,
Holmes we have been invited to the Grey's Manor for Lady Jane's
debutant event."

"Really?" Ned mused, peering through a shroud of pipe smoke, "It
is a pity we shall have to refuse such a charming invitation."

"Refuse? Ned are you mad? This is just the thing to raise your
spirits."

"My spirits are fine Hove. You forget all too easily - dark deeds
breed darker thoughts, my friend."

"If liberally mixed with imbibing on that accursed pipe they do."
Hove replied softly.

Holmes took the pipe stem from his mouth and smiled at his
comrade. "I do believe you are chiding me Hove, no one has dared,
since my nanny that is!" Holmes's laugh terminated in a hearty
cough.

"Well I dare, you must get away. Away from this house, your
thoughts and that dreadful weed you smoke."

"Must I?" Holmes raised an eyebrow, "Tell me more..."

Hove considered backing down but decided to stand his ground.
Holmes must see sense. Brighton took a deep breath and spoke.

"Since that unspeakable business with the icon you have been as a
man possessed. I know you feel there is no more important quest,
than the defeat of the illuminati. But you go too far, you will
kill yourself Holmes. Not even you can work day and night and not
suffer harm!"

"If I wish to die in the pursuit of true evil - that is for me,
and me alone, to decide." Ned said in a stern but soft tone.

"Indeed it is Holmes, but I for one shall not stand by and
witness your suicide. I have already arranged lodgings."

"Lodgings? But you are welcome in my house forever. This I am
sure you know?" Ned frowned deeply.

"I cannot do it old man... It is too much to ask of me, I cannot
and will not bear witness to your self destruction." Brighton
turned to hide the dampness under his eyes.

Holmes said nothing, he simply tapped out the bowl of his
churchwarden into the ashtray and stared at the glowing embers.
Long minutes of silence passed with neither man glancing at the
other. Finally, when someone spoke it was Holmes, his voice was
hoarse and low. "Well we had better make arrangements for our
travel, can I leave that to you old boy? I am unsure if I have
the energy at the moment."

"Already made my good fellow, unlike my lodging arrangements."
Laughed Brighton.

"You sir, are a bounder. A bounder... and a damn fine friend."
Holmes smiled thinly.


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"An' I tell you it's not like the man!" Madge said sternly.

"Well tha' what the master told Harry. Jack 'ad up an' gone an'
left his flock." Replied Joseph.

"Listen son, I have know'd him all me life, just as your dear
departed Pa did. Jack's reliable, one of us 'uns."

"Well Ma, tha' as maybe but his 'ome is empty to no hide nor 'air
o' the man."

"It's an odd 'un, right `tis - too many folks 'ave disappeared
'round 'ere of late." Madge replied.

"Eye, maybe 'tis 'beast of t'moor'." Quipped Joe, before charging
around the kitchen with his fingers poking horn-like from his
brow. A sharp rebuke stopped him in his tracks.

"Joseph, you should know better! Of all people you grew up in
this house; the beast is never mentioned."

Joe's face fell and he turned to face Lady Helen. "I'm sorry your
ladyship, I was just foolin'."

"Well any more foolishness on your part and I may have to let you
go. Under-footmen are not hard to replace."

"No Ma'am you are right, I humbly apologise." Joe walked over to
the far corner of the kitchen, where Lizzie the maid tended the
grate.

"Now cook, how are preparations for tonight's food going? My guest's
have quite specific tastes." Helen asked regally.

"Well I had some problem with some of the more 'foreign'
ingredients but it will be as requested."

"Excellent, it is important that they are satisfied, I bid you good
afternoon, cook, Joseph, Elisabeth." Helen nodded curtly and
walked from the steamy kitchen.

"I could satisfy her friends I dare say..." Jo laughed and dug
Lizzie in the ribs.

"You, Joe have a single track in your mind. A single dirty track."
Lizzie replied.

"Oh, miss la-di-dah, does that mean I shan't be warmin' your'n
sheets tonight?" Joe winked.

"What are you two whisperin' about now?" Snapped Madge.

"Nowt Ma, I was jus' saying to Lizzie 'ere that Lady Helen was
stuck up now. 'Er new friends seems to bring out the worse in
'er."

"Now you shut that flap-trap of yours, it will cost you one day.
I won't 'ear a word ag'in my girl's lovely's they are. Any more
of that and you will get the carbolic soap in your trap!"

"Yes Ma." Joe hung his head in mock shame, and then he nipped
Lizzie's thigh. Life was fun, and one day soon he would be free
to sample it.


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"Mamma, I wish you would keep a stricter house. The servants are
becoming quite too flippant."

"Helen, you are too harsh on them, they serve us well. Besides
which, come here and sit with me a while, I have a surprise for
you."

Helen duly sat on the brocade chair facing her mother's.

"It seems you were a little negligent in your invitations,
something I have corrected on your behalf."

"Mamma, I was not even aware you had seen the lists?"

"A good hostess takes great care. I am a great hostess, you would
expect less of me?"

"No, no Mamma, of course not." Said Helen shame-faced, "Whom had
I omitted?"

"Only our very saviours, Mr Holmes and Mr Hove."

"Holmes and Hove, but how..."

"Such is the folly of youth. Did you really think their brave
actions would remain a secret from your father and I?"

"But who..."

"James is a steadfast servant and an honourable one. He told us
of Jane's rescue from Oxford and the clutches of that insane
Professor."

"So that is why Bertie had to leave Oxford?" Helen asked.

"No. Although that was not his own decision either, Bertie was
sent down, over some unsavoury business. Your father dealt with
that, not I."

"Tell me mother has Mr Holmes responded?"

"I would hardly bother telling you, had he not." she smiled.

"Well, I shall look forward to meeting him once more, thank you
mamma. Excuse me now, I must tend to my guests."

"As indeed you should, goodbye dear child."

Helen rose and walked demurely from the room, once outside she
closed the door softly behind her and lent on it hard. Her fine
looks darkened with anger, seething rage burned deep in her
bosom. She calmed herself and made her way up two flights of
stairs and to the door of her own room. Once there she paused,
and knocked, one short tap, two long and one short. A giggle
informed her it was safe to enter.


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"Derbyshire is a dashed long way from London Holmes!" Brighton
complained bitterly, as the carriage rocked its way over the
latest obstacle to its unsteady progress.

"Indeed Brighton, your observations are as accurate as ever. Mind
you the scenery is glorious, quite inspiring."

"I am glad to see you in such fine fettle Ned, you had me
worried."

"Well to be sure, you had the cure, this is capital, absolutely
capital." Beamed Holmes.

The carriage hammered down a steep slope and swayed aggressively,
but this time Brighton grinned. If this insanity cheered up his
sullen friend, who was he to complain? The journey continued much
the same for a couple of hours before they saw the first dale
farmhouse.

"Look Hove, what a charming refuge. Maybe we should invest in a
retreat? Hmm."

Brighton strained forward and took in the view. It was pleasant,
the old building sat in a hollow surrounded by birch trees. A
faithful gundog lay calmly before the property. It looked a pure
rural paradise. Hove noticed something flit up the hill behind
the farmhouse, something large and unshaped. It paused briefly on
the skyline and looked back at the farmhouse before rushing over
the summit.

"I say Holmes, did you see that thing?"

"Umm, thing - no. What thing?"

"Some sort of ungainly beast, a misfit I swear!" Replied Hove.

"Come now, it was most probably a cow, you are hardly a
gamekeeper Brighton." Holmes laughed.

"True, Ned, very true..." Brighton joined in with his friend's
laughter, "A cow!" At the back of Brighton's mind something was
not quite so jolly.

"James my good man is it much further?" Asked Ned loudly.

"Not in distance sir, about three miles, but it will take us an
hour or more."

"As long as we are not attacked by cows, is that right James?"
Added Hove impishly.

"The cows are peaceful sir. It is the farmers you must be more
wary of!"

The three men dissolved in hearty laughter.


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"Kitty, move your pretty rump. I cannot breathe."

Slowly Lady Catherine lifted her spread legs, freeing the head of
the young woman, who had been previously so deliciously trapped
beneath them.

"My dear Kitty, when you spend, it is quite awesome, but almost
fatal for your mistress!"

"Also for me." Puffed Lady Catherine, in laboured breaths.

The woman paused briefly to wipe the love fluid from her face.
Delicately and with great care she licked each encrusted digit
clean. "Now Helen you came into tell me something. I am sorry I
was otherwise engaged. But I see you took some heed of my
condition." A wicked grin split her face.

Helen half opened her dreamy eyes, and withdrew her busy hand
from her drawers. "I am most apologetic, but I find you both
irresistible, my dear girls."

"As you should, now what was your news? You seemed quite
agitated."

"Holmes and Hove have been invited to Jane's coming out, most
inconvenient!" Helen spat.

"Well, well, a fond reunion. How pleasant that will be."

"Really? Do you jest?"

"No, of course - it maybe less pleasant for them..."

Helen smiled, her understanding now complete.

"You must keep me disguised though, it would not be good for them
to recognise me before I wish it."

"Naturally, Jane is quite skilled with disguises." Helen replied.

"Ah, yes Jane, where is she? I miss her... Tongue." The woman lay
back and spread her elegant legs wide. Her prominent pearl
glinted temptingly, betwixt the cerise folds of her sex.

"I shall fetch her to you." Helen answered, and stood to walk to
the door.

"Oh, and Helen."

"Yes, Daphne?"

"I do not like to be kept waiting."


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To be continued...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub June 2006
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