Secrets and Duty, Honor Bound      Secrets and Duty, Honor Bound

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 Title: Secrets and Duty, Honor Bound
 Author: Lys at tyklys@hotmail.com
 Glimpses of Ben Series
 No Pairings
 Spoilers: Secrets and Manhunt 

 Secrets and Duty, Honor Bound
 From the diaries of Robert Fraser, RCMP 

 May 1st, 1975 

 There's nothing like the smell of freshly cleaned saddle leather in the
spring. And I have to say that the sound of saddle leather creaking under
you on your first ride out horseback in the spring after a long winter
behind the dogs is quite exhilarating. The smell and feel of riding
through country I covered only a few short weeks ago in deep snow always
makes me feel brand new and quite young again. Feeling the leather reins
on the flesh of my hands rather than my thick, winter gloves I feel free
again. This is my horse, my spring, and my country. 

 I've heard men say how lonely they feel out here after a long winter.
It's all in what you have to think about I guess. Winter's are to be
survived and triumphed over, but spring; ah spring. Spring brings color
and light and smell and warm thoughts of my Caroline. She loved the
spring. Winters were warm and cozy by the fire with Caroline. Springs were
always filled with laughter, especially after the boy was born. 

 Egad, Benton's almost 16. I have the letter in my pocket that my father
wrote over a month ago. I must say that that letter surprises me. I
thought Mother would have learned from me and would have been prepared for
this event and avoided the problem altogether. She sure dusted my breeches
off when I was Benton's age. Well, it can't be helped; he's a growing boy.
I'll go, but God help me, I don't know what to say. 

 May 2nd, 1975 

 Have just finished my breakfast. By noon I'll be with Benton. He's gone
all gangly and coltish by my Father's account. Having just left one of my
wintering spots, I can't help but compare the differences in raising girls
over boys. That young Maggie is such a scamp. She's almost 5 now and brave
as can be for a young child of any sex. Her mother encourages her to be up
to all the tasks that need doing around a wilderness cabin. Egad, I'm glad
I'm not the one to have to be thwacking the boys away when that child is
grown. That little scamp Maggie's going to be a little beauty. I wonder
which is worse, explaining the birds and the bee's things to a girl or to
a boy. I can feel it in my gut; this isn't going to be easy.  

 He stood tall and gangly and felt embarrassed by the awkwardness of his
once fluid movements. It wasn't that he was all that much taller than the
rest of the boys but as Benton looked around his small group of friends he
was well aware of the fact that he was the one who was rail thin, gawky,
clumsy and uncomfortable in clothing he outgrew these days quicker than he
could blink. 

 The boys milled around the edge of the small village hoping to catch
glimpses of any young girls who just might happen to pass by them. It was
an age-old ritual performed all over the world: the strutting of the young
buck with his new antlers, the young peacock in his new plumage; each
hoping to attract female attention. Ben watched his friends as they
laughed and talked with the fervent wish that he could be as easy and
free. He looked at his watch and blanched. It was almost lunchtime and
he'd promised his Grandmother that he wouldn't be late again. He told his
friends he needed to get home and began the short walk out of the village
that would take him to the track home. 

 "Hey, Ben!" 

 Ben stopped and turned to watch one of his best friends rushing up to
him. He stood silently and waited for the boy to catch up. 

 Josh was the tubbiest boy in the village. He was almost the tubbiest male
in the whole village. As he rushed up to Ben, he was out of breath and
wheezing. "Thanks," the boy gasped and stood bent over with his hands on
his knees. 

 "That's OK, Josh. Are you OK?" Ben watched Josh breath in deep, ragged
hanks of air. "You know, Josh, you should walk more, get some exercise." 

 Josh pulled himself up and looked Ben square in the eye with bright
laughter written all over his face. "I don't do sweaty well, Ben. Girls
don't like sweaty you know." 

 Ben blushed rosily and agreed. 

 "Ah, Ben. Your Grandfather still holding the a, you know, the a." 

 "Yes. He is, although he hasn't mentioned it once since he told me the
owner has to ask for it back, Josh." Ben looked down at his shoes and
blinked rapidly. 

 "My Dad's going to be home soon Ben. He'll notice for sure that that
thing is missing." 

 "Then you'll just have to go see my Grandfather." 

 "I can't." 

 "Why not? He's not going to punish you. And somehow I don't think he'd
tell your Dad." 

 "You say that now. But all I can think of is my Dad walking in front of
me as we walk to the woodshed." 

 "When does your Dad get home Josh?" 

 "Soon. I heard my Mom telling one of her friends that she expects him
back by the end of this week." Josh closed his eyes and fisted his hands.
"I'm a coward." 

 "No, you're not a coward Josh. We'll think of something." Ben put a
gentle hand on his friends shoulder and turned towards the rise in the
trail towards his Grandparents cabin. 

 Benton Fraser paled as he noted the flash of red atop a huge horse as
horse and rider turned towards the Fraser cabin trail. He gulped and
dropped his hand from Josh's shoulder. Josh looked up to see his best
friend's Adams apple doing a jumping dance. Ben turned a glazed set of
eyes towards his friend as he said, "My Dad. My Dddad's home." Benton
stuttered a bit as he felt the need to rush off growing inside him. 

 Josh put a comforting hand on Ben's shoulder. "Maybe your Grandfather
won't tell him." 

 Ben shook his head and squared his shoulders and began walking towards
the trail cutoff. "I'll see you Josh. I think you better come by soon,
OK." 

 Josh stood and watched Ben walk down the trail until Ben took the turn
towards his Grandparents cabin. Josh turned and walked back towards the
village with tears threatening to escape his dark eyelashes. "Coward, I'm
a coward."  

 Martha Fraser stepped off the cabin porch and watched her son, Robert;
ride up in his splendid red serge coat. The jingling harness sounded just
right in her ears as her boy smiled in greeting. 

 Dismounting with his usual flourish of character, Robert looked around
the cabin grounds. "Boy's not here?" He walked over and gave his mother a
quick hug. 

 She looked up at her son's face as he held her in his arms and smiled.
"He'll be home soon. Almost lunch time." 

 "Ah, thought I smelled biscuits baking." 

 She raised a small hand and hit him in the arm. "My cooking is not that
bad. Though if you use Benton by an indicator, I'm failing horribly." Her
eyes watched her son's face and noted the bright color setting into his
cheeks. 

 "I got the letter, Mum." 

 "Thought you did, when I saw you coming down the track." 

 "I don't know how to do this, you know." 

 "Course you don't. No parent knows until they are confronted with it.
You'll do fine." 

 "He's not going to listen to me, you know. I'm not around enough." 

 "You're his father, he loves you. He'll listen." She pulled away. "Put
that animal up and come into the house. I don't want to burn lunch." 

 "Didn't know you could burn pemmican?" Robert jumped out of her way with
a good-natured grin on his face and led his horse away.  

 Ben stood gazing down the last part of the trail that would take him home
for lunch. He'd been standing there for almost 15 minutes when he heard
the sound of his Grandfather's car approaching him. He dropped his head
and tried to school his features so that his Grandfather wouldn't catch
him red faced. 

 George Fraser pulled his car to a halt. He knew that Benton had heard him
pull up. He watched the boy turn to face him and smiled. Nothing ever told
him something was going on with the boy as well as the boy's own face.
Most people said Ben usually looked closed off, but to George Fraser,
Ben's coloring and expression was an open book to the boy's state of mind.
Right now his grandson was nervous, very nervous. He watched Ben climb
into the passenger seat with thinly shielded reluctance. Without a word
George put the car in gear and drove them on towards the cabin. 

 Lunch was a quiet affair. Martha was displeased with her son's silence,
but held her tongue in check. She had watched George and Ben enter the
cabin in silence and knew for sure that her men were all in an embarrassed
twit. 

 Martha's tensed shoulders relaxed when she heard the cabin door close
behind Benton and Robert. She turned to see George sipping his coffee with
a slight smile on his face. 

 "He'll do fine." George stated bluntly. 

 "Who, Robert or Benton?" Martha said with a wry smile. Both of those boys
are cut from the same bolt of cloth George Fraser. They both treat their
feelings like they were visiting a foreign country." 

 George set his cup down and gave Martha a direct look. "We're a quiet
bunch, that's for sure." He smiled at her. "I always felt doing said
things better than saying...right now, I'm not so sure about that." 

 The man walked beside the gawky boy with pride. He kept sneaking looks in
short side glances and noted the boy's strong character set in his bones
for others to see. He flicked a piece of lint off of his own red serge
coat and cleared his throat. 

 "There comes a time," Robert cleared his throat again. "There comes a
time in a man's life son, where things change like all get out. You know
what I mean son?" 

 Benton raised his eyes quickly to his father's face and then quickly
looked back at his feet. "Dad?" 

 "Oh God a mighty. I'm talking about life. The birds. The bees." Robert
flung an expansive gesture in the air with his hands. "You know about
them, don't you boy?" Robert asked the question with a hopeful grin. 

 Benton shook his head as if he was clearing a fog out of it and looked
his father directly in the eye. "Are you talking about sex, Dad?" The
boy's face turned more crimson than the color of his father's serge coat
after he asked the question. 

 "NO! I am not talking about sex." Robert spotted a fallen log and sat
down hard on it. "I'm talking about love; love, son. Love's quite
different than sex. Your mother once told me the difference between love
and sex was a pair of slobbery lips." 

 Benton's incredulous eyes answered his father's question. 

 "Well, she didn't use those words exactly. She was a lady. Your mother
was a fine lady. She used flowery words all the time. But I knew what she
meant. Yes, I did." 

 Robert watched the boy standing nervously in front of him and patted the
log next to him. "Sit down. I can't talk to you when you're standing at
attention." 

 Benton sat down quickly; his knees drawn up to his chest and plunked his
chin down on them with an explosion of released tension as he wrapped his
long fingers in a tight clasp across his knees. 

 "OK, let's start again." Robert smiled at the huddled form next to him.
"What do you know about sex?" 

 Benton mumbled and took in a deep breath. "Sex is the method used between
opposite genders of a species to procreate." 

 "Oh God. You've been at the books too long." 

 "Sir?" 

 "Tell me what you know boy." 

 "Everything?" 

 "We'd be here all day. No. Tell me what you actually know about sex."
Robert looked down at his own feet and realized he was handling this
badly. 

 "Males in the human species have sexual organs that consist of a penis, a
set of..." Benton began to recite in his best classroom voice. 

 "No, boy. I don't want the clinical view. What do you know?" 

 "Sir?" 

 "Do you have any experience with err...the opposite gender of our
species." 

 Benton raised scandalized eyes up to his Father's face. "Oh, no Sir!" 

 "That's the problem then. You're curious. Natural. Most natural thing in
the world." 

 "It is?" 

 "Yep. Natural. Part of life." 

 Ben sighed with relief. This conversation with his father was turning out
rather better than he had hoped and the magazine hadn't been mentioned
once. 

 "I heard about the incident, boy." Robert let his eyes slid sideways
towards the boy. "Those pictures are just sex boy. Sex, pure and simple.
Not that sex is bad mind you. No sir, sex is a good thing. Without it none
of us would be here." 

 Ben turned a bit towards his father and waited. But he kept his eyes
turned away from his father. 

 "Is there a girl you like Ben? You know one that you think about a lot?" 

 "Yes, sir." 

 "Pretty girl?" 

 "Yes, sir." 

 "Do I know the young lady?" 

 Ben's skin tone had become permanently red, as the two had talked. Now
his face went chalk white. "You know her." 

 "Village girl?" 

 "No sir." 

 Robert cast about in his mind to remember bits and pieces of information
his mother had sent him over the past months about Ben via her letters. No
single comment revealed any information to him. 

 "She's the most beautiful girl." 

 "Live near here?" 

 Ben shook his head sadly. "No." 

 "Ah. What does her father do?" 

 Ben lowered his voice and mumbled, "RCMP" 

 "Hmmm. I believe I may be acquainted with him. That right, Benton?"
Robert smiled. Boy had good taste. 

 "You know him." Ben felt like sick. 

 "Good man. Lovely family." 

 "Yes." 

 "Have you been on any dates son?" 

 "No." 

 Robert sighed. This wasn't going good. Not good at all. They were both
too nervous.  

 Ben sat still on the log and felt the sweat running in streams down his
back. His palms were gushing sweat and his stomach was about to explode.
But he sat still and waited for his father to continue. 

 Robert sat on the log painfully aware of his son's physical problems. His
serge was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute. 

 "Let's presume for the moment that you know about the mechanics of sex.
You do know, don't you boy?" 

 Ben whispered, "Yes, Grandfather gave me a book." 

 "Good, good." Robert twitched a bit as he sat on the log. "Did your
Grandfather explain to you the difference between enjoying, say a work of
art or the human female form?" 

 "No." 

 "People have been capturing forms of beauty for years. Heavens the Greeks
and the Romans had statues all over the place. Notice lots of them wear
those little fig leaves." He eyed his son discreetly. 

 Ben smiled but kept his head down. 

 "Admiring beauty is a fine thing. Fine thing. Never be ashamed of looking
at beautiful things." Robert watched Benton squirm on the log. "The thing
is Ben, when you." He paused as he felt his throat constricting again.
"When you start looking at beauty or sex or love or anything in secret,
you somehow take something and change it." Robert watched the boy and then
continued. "When you love someone and the two of you, er a, share a
certain intimacy...." 

 "Grandmother says sexual love is a private thing." Benton gushed the
sentence out in one long gasp. 

 "Yes, that's true, very true. But just having sex, isn't love son. The
birds and the bees have sex, son." He eyed the boy's flushed face.
"Intimacy shared by two people in love makes the act of er, procreation
into more than just sex. Understand son?" Robert looked hopefully at his
son. 

 Ben's flushed face was turned again from his father's view. He cleared
his throat. He felt his father's eyes on him and tried vainly to appear
nonchalant. "How do you know that you what feel is love not sex?" 

 "Some people never figure it out Ben." Robert smiled as he remembered his
life with Caroline. "Your mother and I knew. We just knew. I'd have jumped
in front of roaring freight train to save her life." Robert's smile
shadowed then grew. "Everything I felt for her made me want to protect
her. We didn't always see eye to eye. Women are strange creatures son.
Remember that." Robert sat silent for a moment then continued. "Your
mother learned to skin and dress a deer. She was squeamish as all get out
about such things. But she did it. Did it for us. I was that proud of her,
made my teeth hurt from smiling." Robert sat quietly, lost in thoughts of
the past. 

 "Dad?" 

 "Yes son?" Robert's eyes jerked back to the present and he looked down at
his son's concerned face. "Sorry. Men make their own rules son. But
ultimately it comes down to the words you say when you marry the person
you love: words like love, honor and cherish and until death due you part
should mean something. They're not words to be taken lightly. No sir. No
one will thank you for it, but there it is." 

 "But how do you really know, Dad, if it's just sex or love before you say
the words?" 

 "Have you been listening son?" 

 "Yes sir." 

 Robert let his eyes roam over his son's taut form and smiled. "Shave yet
son?" 

 "No sir." 

 "Ah." Robert settled back on his portion of the log and pulled one of his
knees up and then stretched it out in front of him. "The human body is a
wonderful thing. Changes all the time. People your age find their bodies
doing all kinds of crazy things. You grow too fast, you grow too slow,
either, of which can be terrible things to live with. Why, I was short,
stunted. Didn't get any height until I was 17." Robert shrugged his body
as if he was shaking off a chill. "It was horrible. Old Stubby was taller
than me." Robert checked to see if his son was listening. 

 "Well, lets see. Now take that publication you were looking at, did you
want to protect them or make a home and live with any of those women?" 

 "No sir." 

 Robert's turned several shades of red before he turned just plain
blatantly scarlet. "When you a...when you had the publication in your
hands - did your body talk to you?" 

 Ben turned his scarlet face from his father's gaze and gulped before
whispering, "I did feel a little warm." 

 "OK. Anything else?" 

 Ben turned pleading eyes towards his father's and then looked at the
ground. 

 "I'll take that as a yes." Robert whispered sympathetically. "OK. Now
think about the young lady you like." He watched Ben closely. "Do you feel
the same way about her?" He took pity on the boy and smiled. "She the kind
of girl that makes you think of forever son?" 

 Ben looked up and grinned. "Yes, Sir!" 

 "That's the difference between just plain sex and love." Robert smiled.
"Your mother always said she knew she was lost in love for good when she
changed your first nappy. Makes no sense to me, but then I never did
change one of your nappies boy." 

 Ben flushed with embarrassment and sat totally still waiting for his
father's next hit. 

 "Your mother said love made up for the queasiness in her stomach when she
dressed her first deer." Robert put a soft hand on son's shoulder. "She
said she knew it made no sense, but there it was." 

 Both of them sat silent and still, hoping the other one would be the
first to make the next move. 

 Robert leaned back and gazed up at the sky. "Nice afternoon." 

 Ben looked askance at his father then noticed the sky filtering down
through the trees. "Yes, it is." 

 "Your Grandfather talk to you about duty and honor in love yet son?" 

 "No." 

 "Oh dear God." Robert said and felt the sweat breaking out all down his
back.  

 Benton felt his stomach pull in against his spine as he heard his
father's almost whispered words of "Oh dear God." He could feel the sweat
breaking out in fresh rivulets down his already sweat streaked back. He
wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear, but this was
the first time he could remember his father actually trying to communicate
with him and he would endure, he would. 

 Robert noticed his son's resolute uptake of seated position and staunch
set profile and for the first time in his life realized that he may have
put off knowing his son too long. He watched Benton sitting still beside
him and regretted every minute he'd been away from the boy. Regrets, his
life seemed filled with regrets. He pulled from his memory one of the last
times he had seen Caroline and the boy together before she was taken from
them. The happy little boy dancing on happy feet beside her seemed so
distant and joyless from the young teenager sitting beside him holding
tightly to his burgeoning adult dignity. Robert held back the tears he
knew threatened him and pasted another rather too bright smile on his
face. He regretted the cowardess that hadn't let him face being anywhere
that would remind him of Caroline. 

 "Your Grandfather explained 'honor' to you, did he?" Robert watched
Benton and waited. 

 "Honor, in what concept Sir? The military, the familial, the criminal or
perhaps the ethical." Benton looked sideways towards his father, still
holding his body quite still. 

 "Egad, boy. Not every question I ask needs a schoolbook answer." Robert
said with a guffaw and then was heartily sorry for it as the boy's face
turned the brightest color of embarrassment Robert Fraser had ever seen on
a person. "Words like: honor, duty, and love are intangibles son. Did your
Grandfather teach you the difference between an intangible concept and the
more tangible things in life?" 

 Benton's eyes widened then narrowed in remembrance of the conversation he
had had with his Grandfather concerning ethical concepts and realized that
perhaps he had not quite understood what his Grandfather was trying to
convey to him. Certain aspects of that conversation came back to him along
with the reddened look on his Grandfather's face. "I believe he tried to
explain the concept. I may not have understood his remarks fully at the
time." 

 "It's becoming increasingly clear to you I take it." 

 "Yes, I think so." 

 "Well, then. Just so. Honor and Duty are concepts boy. Every man has his
own definition for those words. Whole societies view the words
differently. Some people hide behind honor son. And strangely enough you
can honor someone without being honorable yourself. There's the 'honor
system', the concept of honor of service, but anyway you look at the word
what it comes right down to is how you feel about it and what you do about
it. Honor is respect for yourself and others and holding true to that
concept. It's doing what's right by law and moral code. It's an old word
boy. Very old and it's concept is a personal thing. We're descended from
Scots who held honor very high in their moral code. Honor can make you do
things that are good for society but not for yourself." Robert paused for
a quick look at the sun filtering down through the trees. 

 "Then honor is a good thing." Benton said thoughtfully and watched his
father's profile. 

 Robert smiled and continued, "A knight's honor often had him shivering
beside his horse after giving up his quarters to someone in distress
because it was his chosen duty to take care of others. Honor can bind you
like a hair shirt. It can hold you to things you don't want to do, but
you'll do them anyway. You can be honor bound to do something, even when
it seems the nonsensical thing to do. The word 'duty' is the same." Robert
looked down at his boots and seemed to shut out the world for a few
seconds before he continued. "But you can tarnish your honor son, and if
you do that, it never leaves you. Never." He paused again. "Duty and Honor
go hand in hand son. I think there's a book in the your Grandparent's
library called Chivalry and Knightly Concepts. You might want to take a
look at that boy. Interesting, very interesting reading." Robert smiled at
the thought of Benton reading tales of knightly honor and duty. Boy will
enjoy reading about jousting and such Robert thought. 

 Benton looked thoughtfully at his knees and then glanced towards his
father again. "So both words are like the concept of keeping one's word,
right. And doing everything in your power to do that, no matter what the
cost to yourself." 

 "Simply put, very simple put. But I think you could equate the concepts."


 "Then what you're saying is that if you love someone, your honor or duty
can bind you to them?" 

 "Yes. That's what I am trying to tell you." 

 Benton gathered his nerve and gushed out. "Grandmother said that knights
believed that virginity was sacred and that it was high on their list in
their code of honor. Is that what you're talking about Dad." 

 Robert's eyes goggled and he stared down at Benton. He was nonplussed and
his whole body sat rigid. "Have you reached the Victorian time period in
history yet son?" 

 Robert watched his son's quick downturn of the head before putting out a
hand to touch the boy's shoulder fleetingly. He glanced up at the late
afternoon sky and stood up. "Come on Boy, walk with me. We better be
getting back or your Grandmother will have both our hides" 

 Jumping to his feet as if he was propelled by a coiled spring, Ben
glanced nervously at his father. He tried to tug his short sleeves down
over his wrists before taking up a perfect 'at attention' pose before his
father. 

 Grinning, Robert stood back and critically surveyed his son's military
stance. There's no need to fash yourself young man. Relax." Robert began
walking and turned back to Ben who still stood rooted in perfect form.
"Well, come on. Your Grandmother doesn't suffer fools nor wait meals for
the tardy." 

 The boy rushed to catch up almost tripping on his gangly feet. "Sorry,
Sir." 

 "Now then, there are some things that are just not 'done'. Did your
Grandfather discuss items of that nature with you boy?" Robert's light
blue eyes stared down into eyes so like his own and waited. 

 Young Benton quickly ran a mental catalog through his mind of the things
his Grandfather had been talking to him about recently. It was plain to
Robert from the expression on the boy's face that the topic had not yet
come up in his father's set curriculum. Ben looked bewildered and more
than a tad non-plussed as to how he should answer his father's question.
All Ben could manage was a slightly whispered, "Sir?" 

 "I'm not talking strict etiquette here boy." Robert coughed and used the
moment to hide his face from his son. "Society has certain rules, and not
all of them are out in plain sight for you to see. One of the simplest
rules to follow is politeness. You can't go wrong being polite. Ladies
like a gentleman to be polite. Doff your hat to em, smile, and be
pleasant. If you can, keep your mouth shut. A man can get himself into
more trouble with words. So my best advice is just be as precise as you
can. Course some women are just plain contrary and you can't do a thing
about it. If you say it's a good day, they'll tell you it's not a good day
and spend twenty minutes giving you their reasons. I'm warning you now; if
you live to be a hundred you'll never figure women out. No, Sir." 

 Ben walked along beside his father quietly. "Grandmother doesn't seem so
complicated." 

 Robert laughed and slapped his knee, "You're Grandmother is like the rest
of them. She likes nice manners, but she'll jaw your ear off if she thinks
you don't understand her. And when she's done, your ears will be ringing
for a week." He watched Ben striding beside him in silence and then
continued, "Unwritten rules are the trickiest. If you take someone to a
dance or a party, you're expected to be the one to take them home. If you
invite someone to accompany you somewhere, you're implying that you are
paying the tab and they are to be your guest. If you make a promise, you
had best be prepared to keep it. Never forget a promise. Ladies like
flowers, lots of them, remember that. Flowers come in handy when you want
to apologize for something you did or didn't do whether or not you
understand what you did or didn't do. Flowers can win over the most
recalcitrant of ladies so they'll at least listen to you." Robert stopped
walking and looked back over his shoulder along the path the two of them
had traveled. "If you should ever, ah, if you should a. If you a, should
ever meet a young lady and er, how shall I put this? Anticipate conjugal
rights or do something to in any way to compromise the young ladies
reputation. Well, then there are some people in society who would consider
you honor bound to protect that young lady. And I am not talking about the
kind of honor and rules that binds male friendships. Am I making myself
clear?" 

 Ben looked his father squarely in the eye, "I think so, Sir. What if you
love the lady?" 

 "If the young lady felt the same way, well, in that case, everything
would work out fine, just fine, son." 

 "Why would someone want to anticipate conjugal rights?" 

 "Read Beau Geste yet?" Robert blanched as he watched his son's head shake
negatively and sighed. "Come on, I can smell your Grandmother's biscuits
burning from here."  

 The two Fraser's walked almost side by side through the waning noon
sunshine. Benton ran everything his father had told him over and over in
his head. Robert walked with that straight back and body set of rigidity
that told the world he had done just as he ought by his son. Both of them
thought that they understood the other quite well, both were dead wrong. 

 The cabin soon came into view before them and both of them sighed, then
straightened their persons even further into upright figures and marched
doggedly on to the cabin's porch. 

 George Fraser walked around the front of the cabin to see his son and
grandson walking towards him, their forms in shadow. He tried in vain to
see if he could tell whether or not Robert had had the 'talk' with Benton.
George checked first one set of Fraser eyes then the other. Neither Robert
nor Benton gave away the least hint of how things had gone between them. 

 "Get in and get cleaned up for dinner, Benton. Your Grandmother won't
wait much longer." Robert put a hand on the boy's shoulder and nudged him
towards the cabin. 

 George waited until the cabin door closed to look his son square in the
eye. "How did it go?" 

 "It went." Robert grinned. "But just what have you been teaching that
boy. He's got the strangest set of ideas in his head." 

 "Benton has been taught in the same manner that you were taught." George
eyed his son with a rueful glance. 

 "I don't recall being taught to act in that 'military' fashion Benton
uses." 

 "Benton didn't learn that from me or your Grandmother." 

 "Then where'd he pick it up?" 

 "Ever look in the mirror when you shave, Robert?" George put his hand on
his son's shoulder and began moving towards the cabin door. "He may live
with us, but it's you that he wants to be like." 

 "Why? He barely sees me." 

 "It's natural for a boy to want to be like his father. Young minds are
impressionable...he rarely sees you in anything but that uniform." 

 Robert looked thoughtful, and then asked, "Then why am I a Mountie, not a
librarian?" 

 It was George's turn to look slightly embarrassed; "We blame that on your
Uncle Tiberius." 

 Robert broke out in a loud fit of laughter and slid past his father into
the cabin.  

 Martha Fraser settled into her chair at the table as soon as she put the
last serving dish in place. She unfolded her napkin with a snap and looked
sharply around the table and prepared to eat. Her eyes roamed the table
unobserved by the room's other occupants. She gave an inward, silent sigh
as she noted Ben's posture and silence. The boy was drawn tighter than a
bowstring into a rigid back and military attitude. The boy wasn't
displaying even the most minor sign of a smile either. Martha drew herself
up into an equally rigid sitting position and prepared for battle. 

 Ben held his eyes to the narrow field of his place setting at the table.
His mind barely registered the simple meal his grandmother had prepared.
Picking up a warm biscuit, he held it in his hand as he listened to the
silence at the table. He noted his father's brisk movements as he settled
down to eat knowing in some part of his consciousness that his
grandfather's thoughts were directed towards him. 

 The fact did register in his brain that his face was burning in a visible
color of red. He buttered his biscuit with almost robotic movements and
lifted it to his lips. He took a bite out of the biscuit and tried
valiantly to pretend it was just another meal the same as on any other day
of his life. 

 "Well, Robert how long will you be out on patrol this time?" Martha put a
piece of biscuit delicately into her mouth and watched her son's head pop
up like a cork on a fishing line. 

 "First fair weather, Mother. You know that means a long run over my
patrol area." He stopped chewing the bit of biscuit in his mouth and
stared at her. She was upset with him he thought and danged if he knew
why. His gray eyes stared fascinated at her expression trying divine what
it was she was after this time. 

 "George, Benton is outgrowing all his clothing again. Perhaps, if Robert
has the time, you could take the boy into town for whatever he needs." 

 Three pairs of grayish blue eyes turned her way. Benton held his breath
waiting for an answer from his father. Martha's eyes danced as she noted
the set of each pair of male eyes turned her way. She spooned up a bit of
stew and gently slipped the spoon into her mouth. As she put her spoon
back into the stew in her bowl, she gave each of her men a smile. 

 Robert felt his mother's eyes upon him and knew he had been commanded,
not asked to do something for his son. He felt his father's eyes boring a
hole in the back of his head and turned to level his gaze at his son. His
lungs filled with an intake breath as he noted that the boy, his son,
seemed to have frozen right in mid chew of his biscuit. Gad, he looks like
a young deer caught in the headlights of a car, he thought. Well, leaving
tomorrow would still get him to his patrol area on schedule. 

 "Your grandmother is right Benton. After dinner, would you like to go
into town for some new duds?" 

 Benton dropped his biscuit into his stew from his suddenly nerveless
fingers and grinned. "Yes, sir." 

 Martha exchanged a slight grin with her husband at the opposite end of
the table. "Perhaps you can drop me off at the Thompson's. I pulled those
books Mrs. Thompson wanted for Josh and I'd like to drop them off." 

 Ben nearly choked on the bite of stew he was eating and turned pale, very
pale. His grandfather rose and patted him on the back and looked down
sympathetically at the boy for he now knew the identity of the 'magazine
thief'. 

 "You OK, boy?" George watched two bright red spots rise under the pale
skin on the boy's face. George grinned at Martha over the boy's head.
Leave it to her to figure out where the magazine had come from without
Benton's confessing the lender's identity. 

 The four Fraser's rode into the village in George Fraser's car an hour
later, where the vehicle stopped to drop Martha off at the Thompson home.
Benton sat in the back seat next to his father and steadfastly looked
anywhere but at the Thompson home. George watched the boy in his rear view
mirror as he drove off. His eyes crinkled as he smiled. 

 Joshua Thompson stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the Fraser car pull
up to his home and Martha Fraser step out of it. His palms got sweatier
and he felt like falling to the ground and crying but he remembered that
Ben had said he wasn't a coward. Well, he was, but Ben didn't think so. He
determined to do what he had to do to get his father's magazine back. With
grim determination, he turned and began walking slowly back into the
village.  

 The clerk in the village store was awed when the three Fraser men walked
into his establishment. He didn't recall ever seeing the three of them
together, well, perhaps the once. But seeing them driving through the
village was not the same as seeing the three of them walk into the store.
He smiled as three sets of identical Fraser eyes took note of him. 

 "Boy needs some new duds. Where would we look for a boy this size?"
Robert clapped a hand on Benton's shoulder as he talked and felt the heat
of embarrassment rising off the boy's body. He took pity on the boy, "Ben,
what do you need: jeans, shirts, underwear?" 

 Benton sagged under his father's hand and felt like disappearing right
through the stores floorboards. 

 "Shoes, I know he needs those." George added without a glance at Benton.
"Wide shoes, got any in stock?" 

 The clerk pointed off towards the far wall, "I think you'll find what you
need over there. Shoes are on the back wall. Ben wears a 9 wide, right?" 

 George laughed, "If his feet are growing like the rest of him, he'll need
a larger size." George let Robert know with a jerk of his head towards the
clothing area to get Ben started. George himself leaned on a counter and
waited. He looked over his shoulder and noted the Thompson boy coming
doggedly down the village street. His grin widened. 

 Josh entered the store one slow step at a time and looked around for Ben.
The Fraser car was parked right out in front of the store so he figured
that they must be there. He heard Ben's dad handing clothing over the
fitting room door to Ben. 

 "Your grandmother said to get new unmentionables Ben. Said she new with
spring coming your old ones wouldn't fit. When you come out, you can pick
out new ones." 

 Josh started to turn away and turned directly into the form of George
Fraser. He let his eyes drift up towards the older man's face and doggedly
held his ground, but said nothing. 

 "Hello Josh." George waited. 

 "Hello Mr. Fraser." Josh said in a voice that carried just to where Ben
was standing in the dressing room trying on jeans. Ben's feet suddenly
became tangled in the legs of the jeans he was pulling up and he fell hard
onto the floor. 

 "You OK in there, son?" Robert said and knocked on the door. 

 Ben scrambled up and kicked the jeans off of his feet and began again.
"Yes, I just tripped." 

 Josh's shoulders sagged and his face broke out in a sweat, but he
remained standing in front of George Fraser. 

 "Something I can do for you Josh?" George tried to keep from laughing. 

 "Yes. I, uh. I lent something to Ben." Josh felt his tongue grow thick
inside his mouth as he tried to talk calmly. "Ben told me I had to ask you
for it. So, I'm asking. Please Mr. Fraser, I have to have it back. It
doesn't belong to me." 

 George opened his jacket and lifted out a brown paper wrapped package.
"Next time, son, get permission." George handed the young boy the package.
He leaned over and whispered into Josh's ear. "What's in that package is
fiction. Personally, I like the non-fiction version better. When you get
older, I think you and Ben will too." 

 Josh jumped back and held the package tightly in his hands. "Thank you
Mr. Fraser. I better get home now." 

 "Don't you want to stay and talk to Ben?" 

 "Not right now, I better return this." 

 "Well, when you get done with that stop by our place and I'll talk to you
and Ben about a job for the summer." 

 When Ben heard his grandfather offering a summer job to Josh, his head
bounced back and hit the wall of the fitting room. He righted himself and
grinned. 

 "Boy, are you sure you're all right in there?" Robert knocked on the
fitting room door. 

 "Yes, I'm fine." Ben licked his lips as he made the statement, fearing
his father would at any moment open the door. 

 "All right then. How'd the shirt fit?" 

 Josh turned idolizing eyes up to Benton's grandfather and said, "Thank
you. I'd like that." Ben was right forging ahead was better. The boy
backed out of the store and began walking down the street. After a few
steps he bolted into a run and soon was out of site. 

 Not much later, the Fraser's exited the village store with Ben the owner
of four new pairs of jeans, two dress shirt for church, some t-shirts and
new underwear. He rubbed one foot against the other in his new size 101/2
shoes, extra wide, that covered his feet.  

 They drove quickly to the Thompson's where Martha was ready to leave. She
smiled as she approached the car. "Josh came in while I was there. He's
such a nice boy. I'm glad you're his friend Ben. I invited the Thompson's
over for Sunday dinner when Josh's father returns." 

 Ben sat in the back seat next to his father amidst his new belongings and
sighed. 

 Robert Fraser leaned over to his son and whispered, "Is that the boy that
lent you the a..." 

 Ben nodded and kept his mouth shut while his fingers worked the strings
on one of his brown paper wrapped clothing packages. 

 "Good. Seems a good sort. Honorable, honorable. Nice to have a friend
like that bound to you in friendship." Robert turned and looked out the
side window then turned to his son again. "Have you read 'A Tale of Two
Cities' yet?" 

 Benton slid down in his seat. It was going to be a long ride home. 

End Secrets and Duty, Honor Bound by Lys: tyklys@hotmail.com

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