Chapter 30

Preparations for the Karla’s wedding were funny. Where the day before, the Queen had arrived as Marion was about to have her gown slipped over her head, that morning Elizabeth insisted on sharing in the entire process. When she saw that the other women were naked, she just shrugged and undressed as well. For the first time they used the full size of the giant bathtub. Marion was in the tub with Karla’s head nestled between her firm breasts, while Barb, Anna and Maria gently worked musk oil into her skin. Liz joined them, making room for herself by Karla’s right leg. Maria was across from her, working on the left, while Barb and Anna were on each side of her torso. Marion just caressed Karla’s face, and periodically would melt her lips against the girl’s.

Then, in a very sleepy voice, Karla whispered, “Mommy, do I really have to go through with this? Couldn’t I just stay here forever and ever?” She sighed deeply and continued, “I have never felt this good in my entire life.”

“And I have never had my hands on a more perfect body, either,” Liz interjected. “Karla Kosta, you should be declared illegal!” Then she looked around at the others and said, “But you’re all the same, aren’t you? There’s just the most perfect satin-smooth skin over perfect muscles.”

Then straightening up in the tub she continued, “I’m sorry, Karla. You have no choice in the matter. You are going to be married today! Understand?”

“But why?” Karla asked in the same sleepy voice. Then she tipped her head and melted her lips against Marion’s.

“Because you were made to be fucked, young lady!” the Queen replied. “Now it’s time to get with the program.”

“But, Your Majesty,” Karla protested with her eyes now gleaming, “Douglas wants to put that great thing between his legs into my tiny hole! It just can’t possibly fit,” she wailed.

“Young lady, I have it on good authority that you take Doug in your mouth and nearly drain him dry. When you do, the tip of his cock is somewhere in your belly,” Liz replied. “Now, Karla, it’s time to even things out. He has already bored a hole from your mouth to your belly. Now he must bore one up from your cunt, to join with it.”

Raising an eyebrow she continued, “The next time you’re at Court, I shall inspect you. I expect to be able to see light, whether I look up from your cunt, or down from your mouth. Am I clear, Duchess of Newcastle?”

“But, Your Majesty, that would make me... a sex object! Good grief! And me, the savior of my country, or some such...” She shook her head and murmured, “The shame of it all!”

The girls all howled with laughter.

After helping Karla out of the tub, they put her on a massage table and worked on her vagina and her asshole. Marion worked particularly gently to stretch it. As she worked, Karla whispered, “Mom, will you be with me tonight? Please?” She paused and added, “In spite of sleeping with Doug for weeks, I’m really scared.”

“You just want to get even, don’t you, Daughter?” Marion replied. “Just because I put you out on my wedding night, you want to return the favor, don’t you?”

Karla lifted her head from the table, turned toward Marion, and with a lovely grin just rapidly nodded her head. Marion replied by sticking out the tip of her pink tongue, then said, “I suppose it’s only fair...”

Leaning over, she melted her lips against Karla’s and again felt the incredible surge of love and grace between them. “Yes, my darling daughter, I will share your bed with you tonight.” Then with a look of alarm she added, “But does that mean I’ll have to make a tit available for Doug to squeeze, too?”

“Of course you do, Mother,” Karla replied tartly. “I mean ... After all ... Well, Dad was squeezing my tit on your wedding night. And that was when yours weren’t as firm as they are now, either. It’s only fair.”

When they finally began to dress Karla, Elizabeth was standing apart from the naked women. “You all are too much! You are female perfection!” Then, looking at Marion, she began slowly to shake her head.

“And what’s the trouble this time?” Marion asked.

“Oh ... nothing...” Elizabeth said blithely.

Marion just raised an eyebrow and waited.

“Well,” she blurted, “I think I’m having a change of heart. Do you realize, Marion, that you’ll be breaking up a perfectly-matched set? Do you? I mean ... Just look!”

Now barely able to control a grin, she continued, “Karla has golden blonde hair and blue eyes, Anna has auburn hair with green eyes, Maria has dark hair with gray eyes, while Barbara has...” She shook her head and continued, “I don’t know what color her hair is — or what color it isn’t would be easier — but she has the warmest brown eyes. Aside from hair and eye color differences, they are absolutely identical.

“Now with Karla going off, Marion, you’re ruining the set!” Elizabeth wailed.

Marion looked thoughtful for a moment, but then shook her head firmly. “I’m sorry, Liz. You make a very good point. But there’s the other side. Just think of the gorgeous infants that will come from these loins!” Looking resigned she added, “And if that’s the price...”

Finally, Karla was beautifully gowned, and the wedding party drove down the hill to the church. Anna and Maria paced down the aisle to the strains of The Wedding March, followed by Barbara as the maid of honor. Then, to Karla’s great surprise, Caitlin Fitzpatrick appeared, dressed as the flower girl, with John Taylor, the ring bearer. When her eyebrow went up, Caitie quickly assured her that she was well practiced in the rôle.

Elizabeth looked at Karla from the corner of her eye and decided that never in history had a bride looked so beautiful. Karla moved down the aisle on the Queen’s arm, with Donald Whitfield following.

The Nuptial Mass proceeded to the point at which there would be a homily. Normally, this is skipped in such a mass, but not this time. The presiding priest went to the pulpit and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, Her Majesty, Elizabeth II, Queen of England!” Then he moved aside and took a seat between the two altar servers while the Queen went to the pulpit.

Looking around the small church, Elizabeth found the person she was looking for. “Would the president of the Czech Republic, the Honorable Václav Havel, please join me?” While she waited for him to come up the aisle, she looked around the church and realized that it was a repeat of the day before. Again, sunlight was shining through both windows in the front of the church, and both Claire and Karl Kosta appeared to be overjoyed.

With Havel beside her, she began, “This is truly a day of joy. Looking around, it’s apparent that the joy is not confined to Earth, but appears to be shared in Heaven. On the right you see St. Claire of London, with her smile beaming.” Then Liz shook her head and corrected herself. “That’s not true. She’s not beaming, she’s ecstatic. Why? Because her grandson, Douglas Whitfield, is fortunate enough to be marrying the most beautiful — and possibly the most courageous — woman who has ever lived.

“Then across from St. Claire, we see St. Karl Kosta. Why is he beaming? Because his granddaughter is marrying the grandson of the man whose life he saved so many years ago. Furthermore, as most of you know, Douglas Whitfield himself is one of the greatest heroes who has ever lived.

“Now why, you may wonder, am I being joined up here by the President of the Czech Republic? Then answer is quite simple.”

Only then did the people realize that Havel had a very large flat package with him. Elizabeth continued, “We have a joint gift for the bride to give to her son.” There was an audible gasp from the congregation at her reference.

With a warm smile Elizabeth continued, “You see, some years ago, when Karla was only sixteen years old and a virgin, a Czech hero was mortally wounded in action against the occupying Soviet forces. He was brought to a small house to die, and asked to share his last moments on earth with this girl. He impregnated her that night and knew it. He asked Karla to do her best for their child. She did.

“Karla Kosta left Czechoslovakia as it was then known, and made her way across the guarded border to Germany. There, in a small convent nine months later she gave birth to an infant. The nuns at the convent had already made arrangements for the baby’s adoption by a childless American couple.”

At this point the Queen paused and said, “Incidentally, this morning Karla Kosta is again an unpenetrated virgin. On this point I am absolutely certain. Now how can a woman who has given birth be a virgin? Ask the Creator of the Universe, for whom all things are possible. You see, Karla Kosta ranks above the angels in Heaven in the eyes of God. What is above the angels? We know that God Himself is. But who else? We have no idea. Yet that is the situation.

“But back to the gift.” At this point she nodded to Havel, who opened the package and hung the contents in front of the pulpit. It was a very large picture, but more like a shadow box because of its depth. Centered at the top was a photograph of Karl Kosta wearing his RAF uniform. Below it was a formal picture of Karla wearing her crown as Queen of Bohemia. Beside it was the photograph of a young man; it looked like it had been a graduation picture. “You may recognize the pictures of Karl Kosta and Karla. Beside Karla is a picture of Wilhelm Werner, the boy’s father. In addition, there are medals: Karl’s Victoria Cross and DFC, and Karla’s and Wilhelm’s Karla Crosses. Finally, there are letters flanking the picture of Karl Kosta. One is from me, while the other is from Václav Havel. In each case we are writing to William Wallace, this couple’s son. He’s now living in Columbus, Ohio, in the United States.”

Then she turned to Havel, who hadn’t spoken to that point. Havel began, “Thank you, Your Majesty. First, I wish to thank you and your people for saving us from Nazi tyranny—”

“Mr. President,” the Queen interrupted, “as Karla is so fond of pointing out, had it not been for the utter disgrace of Munich, it might never have happened at all.” She paused, and then continued sorrowfully, “If it was not the most disgraceful episode in all of British history, sir; I know of none that was worse. My father, King George VI, was seriously thinking of dismissing Parliament and undoing what Neville Chamberlain had done. Sir, I can assure you that he is in full agreement with my position.” With a smile she apologized, “But I interrupted...”

“ ... for saving us from Nazi tyranny, and then along with the Americans to whom we both owe an unpayable debt, for saving us from the Soviet tyranny that followed.”

After looking around the small church for a moment, he continued, “The reason I am here — and the reason there is a Karla Cross — is that had it not been for this beautiful woman, there would be no Czech Republic nor any freedom. And I would have long since rotted away in an unmarked grave somewhere.”

With a broad smile he continued, “It’s a good thing that we do not have any major elections scheduled for any time soon. Because if we did, my government would fall, the Republic would fall, and once again we would become the Kingdom of Bohemia. Why? Because Karla would become the first freely-elected monarch in all of history. And I can guarantee a vote for her greater than 90 percent.”

Again he paused and then continued, “You may not know this, but today is a national holiday in the Czech Republic. Why did the government so declare it? We didn’t, of course. But our people heard that their Queen is being married today. Every single Czech citizen is somewhere, this very minute, watching these proceedings on television. They are rejoicing in the happiness of their Queen. And Karla Kosta, Queen of Bohemia, is their queen. But she is so much more. You see, at home she is revered as a living saint. I have it on good authority that one problem Douglas Whitfield had was buying an engagement ring for her. Why would he have a problem? There are many fine jewelers in Prague.

“Why then the problem? The problem wasn’t finding a ring; the problem was paying for it! You see, when the jeweler learned that the diamond was for his queen, he insisted on giving it to her. And this is in spite of the fact that the main diamond alone is worth tens of thousands of pounds sterling.”

Then he grinned, looked down at Duke who was lying down in front of the front row of pews and said, “It’s too bad you weren’t there, Sir Duke. I’m sure you could have persuaded the jeweler to accept payment much faster than Lord Whitfield was able to do. And this, despite his size and experience as a senior officer in the SAS!”

After looking around the church again, he concluded, “We had better get on with it. The bride and groom appear to be getting impatient.”

He paused, looked up, and then, as if thinking out loud, said, “I wonder why that could be?”

Then with a grin he added, “I guess they must be serving some wonderful things at the reception, and Karla and Doug can’t wait...”

At that comment there was a roar of laughter from the congregation. And had anyone been looking, he would have seen St. Claire and St. Karl Kosta howling with laughter, too.

When Elizabeth left the altar, Václav Havel sat beside her in a front pew. The priest then continued with the Mass to the point of the exchange of vows. Then there was a repeat of the day before. The same golden cylinder appeared and led the couple through their vows. Strangely, it seemed almost to smile when Karla promised to “love, honor and obey.”

At that point He paused and said, “Now remember, Karla, you have promised to obey Douglas. You did know what you were saying, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Lord,” Karla replied is a voice strong enough to be heard throughout the church, “I certainly did know what I was saying.” Then with a little grin she added, “But you were saying... ?”

“Young lady,” the Voice replied acerbically, “I certainly don’t need to be prompted to perform a marriage ceremony!”

Karla just giggled while the exchange of vows continued.

Finally the Voice said, “What I have joined together, let no man put asunder!” Then in a lower voice He added, “Before you kiss the bride — and, Douglas, please confine it to just a kiss, here in church — I thought I might add a little something, with apologies to the organist who has been doing such a wonderful job.”

There was a pause and it almost seemed like embarrassment, but the Voice continued, “You’ve all heard about ‘the multitudes of the heavenly hosts singing... ‘ Well, there hasn’t been much call for that for at least a couple of thousand years.”

Then it seemed as if the vision was glaring at Karla as He continued, “But then you have to wreck it — along with your flower girl, Caitlin Fitzpatrick, and your matron of honor, Barbara Sloan. Among you, you have emptied out Purgatory — and keep it empty. The result of this — aside from the inevitable overcrowding up here — is that I have thousands of people who want to sing your praises. So I decided to let them.”

With that there began the most incredible singing human ears had ever heard. It was instantly clear that “multitudes” was some number in the thousands, and all of the voices were perfectly matched and harmonized.

To the truly Heavenly music, Doug melted his lips against Karla’s and almost passed out from the unleashed power of her love and passion, then taking her hand he led her down the aisle.

Leaving the church, they passed under an arch of sabers, this time held by officers of the Grenadier Guards. To their amazement, the singing continued to ring in their ears all the way up the hill to the castle, and then continued inside.

When they realized what was happening, Karla said quietly, “Don’t you think you’re overdoing it, bigtime?”

“No, I certainly do not!” the Voice replied. “In fact, I find I like it so much, I may just keep it in for Caitlin’s wedding when that time comes.”

When the others returned and the receiving line formed, it was similar to the one the day before, but this time with the addition of Václav Havel, the president of the Czech Republic, and Václav Klaus, the prime minister.

To Karla’s great delight, Paula Wilhelm was there, too, along with her husband. “My darling,” Paula said after melting her lips to Karla’s, “never has there been a more beautiful nor a happier bride. And, darling, there is no one alive so deserving of every happiness.”

When Caitlin came through the line holding John Taylor’s hand, Karla dropped to her knees, wrapped the girl in her arms, and melted her lips to the girl’s. Instantly she felt a rush of the purest love and grace at a level that rivaled Barbara’s.