Whilst urgent preparations are afoot in Peshawar, the archaeological dig outside Djelibad continues apace. The girls of the Rumpole Scholars were excavating several kurgans, burial chambers dating back to the Iron Age and possibly containing remains of the Scythians of Central Asia, who were nomads and livestock herders.
A merciless
sun beat down upon the covered heads of the students of Hilda Rumpole College,
Oxford. Professor Hilary de Spongepants (Rumpole College’s Chair of
Archaeology) was fussing over her ‘gels’. “My gels”, she declared “are the crème
de la crème. Spotting Ophelia Bottomley-Throppet (daughter of the
aforementioned Monty Bottomley-Throppet) stopping to mop her glowing brow
(ladies do not perspire, they merely glow) she bustled over to ensure that
Ophelia was fully buttoned-up. “Scorpions, you know darling, like to get in
your unmentionables”, Hilary liked to warn her ‘gels’. Hilary had her
favourites and was not afraid to show it. The other students had nicknamed
Hilary’s favourite girls ‘the Spongepants Set’. Ophelia was in the Set, along
with the Honourable Bunty Hamster-Crust, Araminta ‘Minty’ Creosote, Prunella
Gusset-Monger, Philomena Uphill-Crumpet and Lady Camilla Marsupial-Trout.
Ophelia
thought that being told to button-up was less to do with scorpions and more to
do with the appreciative looks given to her and the other ‘gels, by the two
amateur archaeologists and travelling adventurers who had joined them on the
dig. Previously to their arrival the only male members of the dig (apart from
the hired Jhamjarhistani labourers, of course) were Lord Gustavus Creosote and
his valet, Biscuit-Barrel.
The new
arrivals were Cecil de Leominster, his valet Stirrup and Baron Dietrich von
Strepsil (© Doug ex-em4).
For the back
story of these two adventurers, we have to refer to the writings of D. M.
D’Emfore himself. Taken from D’Emfore’s magnum opus, Travels in the Back
Passage, D. M. reveals how these two legends originally met.
Cecil de
Leominster was born in 1896 into an aristocratic (but somewhat impoverished)
Borsetshire family and has drifted through life effortlessly. His background is
classical English upper class – Eton, Oxford, a spell in the Guards. In between
Oxford and the Guards, he served for a year in the 2nd Battalion,
The West Borsetshire Foresters which he joined as a volunteer in 1915. Joining
with him, indeed acting as his soldier-servant for a while was Stirrup, an
employee of Cecil’s wealthy uncle Sir Rufus Pitt-Bulstrode, Squire of Much
Rampling. Stirrup soon tired of his servant role and joined one of the rifle
platoons where he served with distinction, becoming a sergeant. Cecil managed
to get a transfer to the Guards after much behind-the-scenes influence was
expended by Sir Rufus and also finished the war with an enviable service
record.
After the
war he was restless and unhappy in peace-time England and spent most of his
time abroad where, surprisingly both for himself and his friends, he became
fascinated by archaeology. He renewed his acquaintance with Stirrup when
visiting his family back in England and soon became aware that his old servant
and comrade-in-arms was as out of place in rural England as he was himself.
Stirrup by this time had become Sir Rufus’ valet. So, with the blessing of his uncle he offered
Stirrup the job of valet which, given the nature of Cecil’s travel, was likely
to offer as much adventure and variety as anyone could wish for.
Since
then, Cecil and Stirrup have travelled widely in Asia, Africa and South
America. Their adventures have been dangerous and rewarding.
Dietrich
von Strepsil is the only son of a landed German family. Born in 1892, his
upbringing was very typical of his class and time. His family estate in Upper
Silesia was extensive and provided ample opportunity for a young nobleman to
develop the skills and accomplishments that were expected of him. A spell in
the army was a natural part of his education and he joined Ulanen-Regiment von
Katzler Nr.2 at Gleiwitz in 1908. He served for 3 years, attaining the rank of
Oberleutnant, then studied archaeology at the University of Greifswald until
war broke out.
Rejoining
his regiment upon the outbreak of war at his previous rank of Oberleutnant he
served with distinction on the Eastern Front and was promoted to Rittmeister at
the start of 1916. He was seriously wounded in 1917 and by the time he had made
a complete recovery (except for a slight limp) the war was ended.
The
post-war situation in Germany left him depressed and disgusted so, as soon as
he could, he travelled overseas on a self-financed archaeological expedition.
It was while he was investigating reports of
Macedonian artefacts in Anatolia that Cecil first encountered the young Baron
von Strepsil. Initially, it was not a friendly encounter. Both were
investigating the same reports of interesting finds and both had hired groups
of local labour to assist them in excavations. Confrontations and minor
scuffles broke out over disputes about use of sites, water supplies and other
niggling issues. The atmosphere was not helped by the indisputable fact that
the two rival expedition leaders had been wartime enemies. However, everything
changed on the night that mountain brigands attacked water-parties from both
expeditions, murdering three labourers. Von Strepsil and de Leominster are very
different in many ways but when action is needed, particularly instant, violent
action, they are as one. The brigands were put to flight, leaving several of
their number on the field and from that night, von Strepsil and de Leominster
have been the closest of friends and constant companions in all sorts of
escapades and adventures. The fact that Dietrich only fought on the Eastern
Front in the war went a long way to reconciling Cecil’s man, Stirrup, to the
new friendship.
(With thanks
for the permission, text in italics written by Doug ex-em4 aka D. M. D’Emfore)
To be continued...
4 comments:
Wonderful additions to the story Martin
Strapped in with pop corn a plenty. Sense it's gunna be a ride like when the jalopy's steering wheel came loose going down sheer drop hill!
Cheers, dave. Working on the next bit of the story now.
This will be, indeed a wild ride my friend!
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