Divine Deception: The Will Traveller Chronicals (4 page)

“Miracle of
miracles you have returned Lord Robert” He enthused, with devotion
clear in his voice “There has not been a day pass that I, that all
of us, have not prayed that we should live to see the day of your
return” He assured me, then turned to the stunned and still silent
Miss Proust “Know you Madame, that we are in service to the
household of Lord Robert, I am Zoran, may I bid you welcome” He
held out his hand smiling warmly.

“Miss Proust,
Centropolis administration” She responded primly, giving his hand
an elegant, gentle shake “I too seek to serve Lord Robert” She
added, doing her best to smile through her confusion.

“Then you are
doubly welcome Miss Proust” Zoran assured her, waving us through
the other seven smiling men and women, all of them in their
twenties or thereabouts.

We entered the
huge doorway. The dimly lit, almost cavernous rooms on the ground
floor were clearly designed to impress and to entertain in, rather
than live in as a home. Unless, of course, you wished to play
tennis in the dining room and perhaps a game of soccer in the main
reception room! The furnishings were as you’d expect in a palace
and, to my absolute delight, were in either black, white or one of
a hundred different shades of red. There were at least two dozen
more staff around the high ceilinged chambers that Zoran guided us
through. The sound of their clapping echoed in the huge marble
floored rooms downstairs. Zoran then led us up the richly carpeted
circular stairs, where only he ventured with us.

Though it was
still quite dimly lit, this floor was an entirely different story.
The upper floor of this magnificent residence was designed strictly
for comfort. Every conceivable luxury was contained in this pale
pink and white paradise. Except for the table tops, all of black
marble, there was not a hard surface in the whole place. Even the
bath and basin were lined with a soft towelling material, and what
a bath it was! Easily big enough for three or four people to stand
neck deep in, I looked forward to trying it out.

“We will have the
main generator reconnected tomorrow Sire” Zoran advised me “In your
absence, we dispersed it’s power to the green and blue houses, as
Lord Peter and Lord Edmond have been undertaking much of your
responsibilities” He added.

Zoran stopped at
the door to the apartment and turned to face me

“I beg to tell you
that my heavy old heart is light as a feather with the return of my
Lord Robert” His voice shook with emotion. I took a step towards
him and his eyes widened in surprise. Putting my right hand gently
on his shoulder, I asked him.

“How long is it
since I left dear friend?” He was clearly taken aback by my
familiarity, but clearly, it gave him great joy.

“It is now almost
the fourth year of your absence Sire” He told me, looking directly
into my eyes “It would seem that, wherever you have been, you have
learned of many things not taught here Lord Robert” There was a
slight warning tone in his voice. “It may be that not all of the
Supreme Family are ready to hear such wisdoms” He suggested.

“I beg you to
forgive my precociousness” Zoran said humbly, as he stood there
looking at me with an odd smile.

“What is it you
notice so different Zoran?” I asked, as he turned .

“Just that Sire”
He replied, in a matter-of-fact voice.

“Just what?” I
asked, completely puzzled by his meaning.

“You cared enough
to ask my Lord” The old man answered carefully, then turned and
walked back to the stairs. Miss Proust and I went through to the
ultra luxurious bedroom, where fresh fruit and sweet buns were laid
out on a small round table with two gilded chairs. While I sat in
one of the chairs, nibbling on one of the buns, Miss Proust once
again excused herself and disappeared into the bathroom.

I looked around
the high ceilinged, ornately decorated sleeping chamber. The bed
was twice the size of most big doubles and piled high with satin
laced pillows in a dozen shades of red. When Miss Proust returned,
her near perfect body was clearly visible under the very
transparent peignoir she wore. I had to order her to call me
Robert, in private, and to tell me her personal name, because I did
not wish to make love to Miss Proust anymore.

“My name is Susan
Excel…er Robert?” She told me, her voice sultry and her expression
making clear just how she planned to serve me right now. If this
really was home, I was certainly glad to be back!

A deep toned bell
rang softly on the landing outside my apartment.

“Lord Robert”
Zoran’s voice called softly from the front door “Your morning
repast is arriving and would you have a bath drawn Sire?” He asked,
much like a butler.

“Yes thank you
Zoran” I replied through the closed bedroom door, as Susan Proust
rolled her beautiful, naked body over on top of me, kissed me then
got up, pirouetting for my greedy eyes to savour.

“I am so very
honoured that you find me to your pleasure Ex, Sire... Robert” She
corrected herself then laughed at herself.

“Enough, enough,
you sexy Susan” I told her regretfully “Get yourself dressed so we
can go eat breakfast”.

“Why?” She posed
herself “I’m not nice to look at when you are eating?” She asked,
pretending to sound hurt.

“No my beautiful
bureaucrat” I laughed at her “It is because we do not know who else
may await us out there” I told the naked woman. That got her
scampering off to get dressed, while I donned a lighter weight red
kaftan from the vast selection in the large walk-in cupboard. Sure
enough, a young man and woman were waiting to serve our breakfast;
I glanced at Susan and grinned as she visibly blushed. Neither of
them spoke until I thanked them, which seemed to surprise both of
them.

“We are honoured
to serve you Lord Robert” The young woman said warmly. The young
man merely nodded his agreement. As we ate, the two went into the
bedroom and tidied everything up, then they sat, without speaking,
near the doorway, till we had finished. Once they had cleared up
and gone, I had planned to put that huge bath to good and very
stimulating use. However, two extremely attractive young women,
wearing loose towelling robes and carrying towels and soaps, took
over that task, with no complaint from me what-so-ever. Susan, on
the other hand, was not so impressed with the idea.

“Excellency, your
lady will join us to bathe you?” One of the robed beauties asked
silkily.

“Of course” I
replied, looking directly into Susan’s eyes. She smiled and began
to disrobe.

There can be few
more erotic experiences to be had by a man, than slithering around
with three beautiful, naked female bodies, in warm, soapy, scented
water. Much like the famed Tantric sex, where you can’t actually do
anything but enjoy the incredible eroticism of it. A circle of
pleasure without beginning or climax, just endless ecstasy for as
long as you can take it. Or, in this particular case, till that
deep, gong like bell rang again.

“Lord Robert, the
Supreme One has requested you attend within the hour and both Lord
Peter and Lord Edmond are on their way, Sire” Zoran reported from
the door.

“I’m on my way
Zoran” I called back to him and reluctantly climbed out of the
bath, leaving the two young girls to better acquaint Susan to the
joys of female sensuality.

From the sounds I
heard, as I donned a smart, more formal kaftan, this time with a
lightweight under suit, Miss Proust was thoroughly enjoying her
induction to the carnal pleasures of Supreme Family life. I went
out to join the waiting Zoran and together we went down the ornate
carpeted staircase. Lord Peter and Lord Edmond stood, legs astride,
hands behind their backs, with their respective entourages around
them. Though both looked physically quite similar to myself, the
difference in the energy I got from the both of them was like chalk
and cheese. Lord Peter in similar garb to myself, only in green
instead of red tones, was curious but clearly excited.

Lord Edmond, on
the other hand, dressed similarly but in blue, was plainly not
wanting nor willing to believe I had actually returned. In fact, I
felt as if he knew I was dead! Both of them waited in silence till
I reached the marble floor at the foot of the stairs.

“Robert?” The
older and heavier set Lord Peter queried, looking closely at me in
the bright light that poured through every window.

“If you are
Robert” Challenged the blue clad, younger Lord Edmond “Why do you
not greet your elder in the prescribed way?”

“Why do you not do
likewise Brother” Peter asked provocatively.

“Because I do not
believe my elder brother Robert lives” Snarled Edmond “And I’ll
prove it” Lord Edmond drew a stick from under his kaftan, It looked
like the one the tall man had last night. He pointed it at me as
though it were a gun.

“To harm a member
of the Supreme Family carries a mandatory death sentence Edmond”
Peter said quite calmly “I see no fear in Robert, only in you” He
added almost pleasantly.

“This cannot be
Robert” Edmond scrutinised my face, his own reflecting total
puzzlement.

“To be so certain
of my death would indicate that you yourself witnessed it, dear
Brother” I made sure that I spoke in the calm and pleasant manner
of my older brother. Edmond’s reaction was as good as a signed
confession

“Of course I
didn’t” He protested guiltily “But my soul tells me the one you
impersonate is dead” He took the high ground.

“If you had truth
in your soul you would know I am me” I replied.

“Speaking for
myself, I am happy to see you well Robert” Lord Peter stepped
forward and embraced me, whispering “Beware the thirst for power”
In my ear as he did. His entourage began to clap, but Edmond and
his blue clad crew just stared on silently.

“My Lords” Zoran
reminded all of us “The Supreme One awaits”.

Two T.T.V’s
arrived, with three of my siblings already on board one. We three
boarded the other and were silently, and in silence, taken to the
great central palace. It was there that I met Lady Ursula, Lady
Margaret and Lord Elton all dressed in the kaftan like outfits, but
in purple, yellow and brown respectively. While Lady Margaret, who
seemed to be my younger sister, was clearly sure it was me and glad
about it, much like Peter, the other two seemed to share Edmond’s
doubt and displeasure at my return.

We were ushered
into a huge circular outer chamber, by our ever-growing squad of
green and gold clad House Guards, who numbered more than twenty, by
the time we had penetrated the onionskin layers of the Supreme
One’s palace. At the centre and now two floors up, we came into the
Supreme Council Chambers. Guided to out super comfortable chairs
and settled in, the six of us sat silently and waited. In a minute
or so, the arched doorway at the end of the chamber opened. We all
stood to greet the Supreme One as he entered. He looked every bit
the part, long silver hair, wispy moustache and beard, dressed in
flowing white robes, the Supreme One was at least ninety years old,
yet, he still stood straight and moved with grace and
confidence.

His face, an
ancient version of our own, was lined from years of responsibility,
yet his bright blue eyes were extremely alert and uncomfortably
penetrating. We sat back down when he had ascended and settled into
his throne-like chair, at the head of an oval shaped, oaken table,
around which we all sat. A coat of arms, on the walls behind both
sides of his chair, explained more than just the house guards
uniform colours. Across a green circle, the world? There were bolts
of gold lightning which overlapped each side. I read it as control
by power. Little did I know, right then, just how accurate, if
simplistic my interpretation was.

“You certainly
look like Robert, yet you’ve a curiousness about you” The old man
began, watching me closely.

The Supreme One’s
voice didn’t follow through on his image, it was old and quavering.
But his piercing eyes held mine steadily.

“How can the
Supreme One not know I am who I am” I replied, voice low and head
bowed.

“I know well you
are who you are” Came the almost petulant reply “Whether or not you
are Robert, now that I have yet to decide” He told me
imperiously.

“How can you not
see the truth?” I asked of the old man, but that just got his
hackles up.

“The truth is as I
say it is” The Divine Leader bristled..

“Of course Supreme
One” I bowed, as I mumbled my apologies.

“You will step
forward” The Supreme One ordered, I did as commanded “Where have
you been? Why did you return through a house of harlots? And why
did you involve the Centropolis administration in your return?” He
counted the questions off on the fingers of his crinkled and
shaking old hand.

“Supreme One, I
ask in advance that you not be angry at the inadequacy of my
answers” I began “Yet I can but speak the truth to you” I poured it
on as thick as I could..

“Yes yes, all very
well, but what is the truth of these matters” He interjected
impatiently.

“The simple,
single truth is, I do not know Supreme One. I was just there, as if
I’d never been anywhere else. I have no answer to satisfy your
question” I waited.

“Did you not
consider that you were a death sentence for every human with whom
you have had contact these past four years?” The old man asked,
pointed a gnarled finger at me.

“As I have said in
complete truth Supreme One” I answered quietly “What took me from
here and what has returned me is a complete mystery to me” I kept
the impatience I felt out of my voice “Nor can I comprehend why
mere contact with me should deserve death as a reward for helping a
member of the Supreme Family” I had to risk that last bit.