I thought I understood what was going on. So, I addressed my next question to Paul: “Has His Royal Majesty taken the recent Roundhead advances very badly?” Paul smiled with relief. I had indeed understood what was going on. “His Royal Majesty is much affronted by the advance of the Parliamentarian army into his sovereign territory. He prays they all depart immediately.” “My dear Oliver,” interrupted Charles. “Surely you can do something about this business. You are, after all, titular head of the Parliamentarian forces. Surely you can recall those accursed Roundheads. And, if not you, what about General David? Surely you could do that for your Sovereign Lord.” Charles, it seemed, was now living in the era of the English Civil War of the 1640’s. This had been his fantasy playground from the first day I had met him. Now he had retreated there completely – for reasons that were not hard to guess at, given his recent traumatic experiences. “Well, Your Majesty, I’ll see what I can do. Shall we discuss it during High Tea – I have some fine provisions we might share while we discuss the formal terms of the disengagement.” I raised my backpack – filled with tinned ham and Christmas puddings. Paul’s face filled with joy – evidently, he and Charles had also been starving. “A fine proposal, Good Sir,” responded Charles. “Paul, lay out our finest tableware.” “Certainly, my Liege,” simpered Paul. Charles had always, in my experience, spoken in an exaggerated upper-class English accent. Indeed, I had assumed he was English at first. In fact, he was 6th generation Australian and had been educated in a Catholic boys’ school where the Brothers had, apparently, not known how to cope with their first openly and flamboyantly gay pupil. Curiously, for this era at least, he was much beloved by his fellow students – to the point where he was made the mascot for the school’s senior football team. (Charles, being short of stature, was definitely no athlete and the ‘position’ of mascot had, reportedly, suited him just fine.)
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