“Would somebody mind explaining just what on EARTH is going on here?” The dowager was flabbergasted. “What have you done to our beautiful lawn? It’ll be ruined for croquet!”
Tree bellowed “Gunner, grab her!”
“Don’t think I can, guv, that horse has busted me ribs!”
“Wragg, then! Get her!”
Wragg headed purposefully towards the dowager but she swung her stick with a force that, at Lords, would have been a six clean over the Nursery end. It connected musically with Wragg’s lower jaw and he flew backwards, landing in a crumpled heap at the foot of Barbara’s cross. He looked up at Barb, and decided he was quite comfortable where he was.
The fact that he was laying on a large bag of nails, and was being nibbled at by an unsympathetic horse, did not appear to be of concern to him.
That set Erin and Melissa into action, yelling and brandishing their weapons, and Tree’s few remaining comrades decided that discretion was better than valour and took to their heels.
Tree said, “Oh, Fuck!” as Erin approached him with her sword. He, Bull and Gunner turned tail and fled, Erin and Melissa in hot pursuit.
Gunner was quickly overtaken, disabled as he was, and Melissa expertly trussed him up with his own rope. Erin brought Bull down with a swipe that took his legs out from under him, then clouted him over the head and he, too, was out of action.
Tree was last seen disappearing through a hedge.
“Well, I must say, that was the most fun I’ve had for just about half a century! Thank you so much for hanging on till I arrived!” The Dowager looked up at Barbara. “Oh! I say! Poor choice of words! Are you all right up there, my dear?”
“Not really, Gran, it does hurt rather a lot.”
“Never mind dear, stiff upper lip, and all that. Fortitude! That’s our motto! Our family were at Balaclava, you know! And Waterloo! My man Meadowes will have you down in a trice. Won’t you, Meadows?”
“Very good, milady” Meadowes sounded uncertain, and he looked as though he regretted missing the session on getting nude girls down from crosses at butlering school.
The dowager peered anxiously at the crosses. “I do hope they haven’t crucified the gardener….will this lawn ever be the same again?”
Then a thought struck her. “Eulalia? Where’s your housekeeper? We need sheets from the house! All this nudity, and before breakfast!”
Eulalia looked up at Mrs Evans, who groaned as she fought herself up for breath. “In…the cupboard…under…the stairs, Milady!”
Eulalia despatched Savannah on the errand, and Tanda took Roxie and Blaire in to get them dressed.
One of the stable lads quietened Trixie down and led her back to the stables for some well deserved hay.
There was the sound of bells clanging, as the Rolls was chased along the drive by the Rattington Fire Brigade.
The police rapidly rounded up the stragglers from Tree’s band. “Well, well, well!” said Serjeant Edwards. “If it isn’t Wally ‘sticky fingers’ Wragg! I’m very pleased to see you, my lad, you’re wanted for burglaries up at Nutley Castle, Acorn Acres, and Tufteigh Towers, you are! Come along, you scoundrel, let’s be ‘aving you!”
The firemen were pleased they’d responded so quickly to the call, arriving as they did before the sheets. They gazed with great interest at Barbara and Siss, and then two of the youngest and fittest looked thrilled when they were ordered to ‘get them down, pronto.’
“My name’s George.”
“Mine’s Eric!”
“I am very pleased to see you, George and Eric!” said Barb, wiggling a little, just enough not to hurt too much.
“I can see that,” said George, looking at her nipples.
“OI! You two! Stop ogling the victims and get them down!”
“Yes, Guv’nor! Come on, Eric!”
Just then Savannah returned with sheets. Shevak wrapped himself up, immediately, but Barb and Siss were keener to be horizontal than covered, so George and Eric carefully lifted Barb’s cross out of its socket, and gently lowered it onto the ground, then did the same for Siss, as Savannah did the honours with the sheets.
Dr Xsordon arrived, equipped with laughing gas, and procedures became merrier. Barbara barely felt it as the firemen and the doctor took out the nails. Even TC was convulsed with laughter as the firemen released him from his cross.
Barbara sat up, as Dr Xsordon bandaged her wrists. “I can’t believe you’d do that for fun, Siss!”
“Well, it isn’t usually quite that painful, to be honest! Nor quite so cold!” She shivered.
The Dowager stomped anxiously around the lawn, then relaxed when the gardener assured her he’d have it as good as new within a week. She appeared to have completely forgotten the plight of her eldest grand daughter. Eventually, though, she looked at Barbara, then at her bandaged wrists, with some concern.
“Are you going to be able to hold a knife and fork properly at dinner tonight?”
Barbara rolled her eyes.
Eulalia looked at the Earl. “Do you think we could have a normal chauffeur next time, Robert, dear?”
He stared at her. “Bugger that. I’ll drive the bloody thing myself!”
THE END