From the Files of Art Inc.: Chris von der Marwitz and the lost Mozart, Epilogue II, 250525 (FF/FFF)

[Caesar73]

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The Files of Art. Inc.:


Chris von der Marwitz and the lost Mozart


Prologue





“Ettal Abbey, Bavaria”

Esmeralda Kofler was uneasy. The young Teacher had just practised with the School Choir: Schumann, “Zigeunerleben”, op. 29/3.

But her Thoughts had been elsewhere. She was sure someone was watching her. But whenever she turned her Head, there had been nobody—just the empty Corridor. For a few Days, she felt watched.

Today had been stressful. The sixth Graders had been difficult. She usually liked this Class, but this Day, several Students tested her Patience. There had been Whispers. Max, the Son of a successful real Estate Manager, had even tried to film under her Skirt, when she had turned her back to him and explained to another Student, how to decipher a Tritone in Mozart´s Symphony No. 40. Esmeralda had lost her Temper and confiscated the Smartphone.

No doubt Max´s Father would file a Complaint.

Her low-heeled grey Shoes clicked on the Marble Floor.

Esmeralda …

Esmeralda hated her Name – with Passion. Only because her Mother had loved Thomas Mann´s Novel “Doctor Faustus” – the Story of a Composer who had struck a Deal with the Devil: In exchange for composing great Music, he sold his soul. The only Condition? He was not supposed to love. Adrian Leverkühn had been infected with Syphilis by a Prostitute: Hetera Esmeralda. This Infection had made him the Genius he was.

Since Esmeralda knew that – she had insisted on being called “Esme”. Anything was better than “Esmeralda”. “Esmeralda Kofler”

How she had become a Teacher here, at the old and venerable Benedictine Abbey Ettal? That was a different Tale. Her Ambitions had been different. But she had been grateful when she was offered the Position here at Ettal as a Music Teacher. Esme taught now for three Years at Ettal. And she loved her Job, working with Children and young People, suited her, and she did her best to inspire her Students with something of the Enthusiasm she felt for Music, for its Power. And that gave her Strength.

Then she had found that Manuscript in the Library. At first she could not believe it, when she read the Lines, written in a Hand she knew from her Studies. She barely tried to touch it. He had written it, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Wolfgang Amadeus Chrysostomus Mozart. He had been here. Had been in Ettal. This Notice was Proof. The Itinerary stated it clearly: Mozart had been here at Ettal for six Weeks in 1788 – and he had composed several Sonatas here. He had never published them.

Esme did not know why, but for some Reason the Composer had left the Autographs here in Ettal, in the Abbey. Three Sonatas – and a Fantasie. And Esme had an Idea, where to begin the Search … The lithe Blonde stopped before her Apartment´s Door. As a resident Teacher she resided on the Abbey´s Grounds – in a spacious Apartment in the East Wing.

Esme unlocked the Door and stepped over the Threshold. Gently she closed the Door behind her. The Blonde kicked her Shoes off her Feet and stepped into the Bathroom. She showered long and hot and dressed for Comfort: A white Turtleneck, nude Pantyhose, black leggings, and thick white woollen Socks. Esme tapped into the living Room. Dusk had already set in. She stopped in her Tracks. When she had left in the Morning, the large Panorama Window to the South had been closed – now it stood slightly ajar. Esme stepped nearer and closed the Door.

The Movement behind her she sensed too late. A sharp Prick in her Neck. Then Blackness. Nothingness.

A black clad Figure looked down at Esme, “Hello Precious!”

Later:


The Teacher returned slowly to the waking World. With a groan she opened her Eyes. And realized her sight was somehow obscured. Something compressed her Head … A nylon Stocking? There was something else: Her Nose was covered too. By a Pantyhood? “My Jaws hurt ….” Esme groaned … her Mouth was stuffed to the Brim … Esme could not know it, but the silky Material smelled like used Underwear “My Panties? My used Panties?”

Slowly her foggy Brain cleared, and she realized her Predicament: From Head to Toe, she was encased in Nylon. Tape held her Arms behind her Back and her Legs together, and there was the Crotchrope – and the Vibrator …”

Esme and Sören had experimented with Bondage – and she liked it. But they kept that a well-guarded Secret. As a Teacher at the prestigious Boarding School of Ettal Abbey, it would have been a Scandal if the Fact would go Public, her – unconventional – sexual Practices. And the Job her at Ettal was precious to Esme. Even though it was only a Substitute for her real Dream: Becoming a Pianist, playing Mozart at the Stages of the World.

It had not come to Pass.

A dark Figure stepped into her Field of Vision, “Awake?” She chuckled. Esme was sure it was a Woman, “I am sorry for those inconveniences,” Her Tone betrayed Amusement. Esme protested through her Gag “Calm down!” The black clad Captor raised her Hand, “I found what I have been looking for!” She chuckled “You really should upgrade your IT-Protection. To hack that Password was not really difficult!”

Esme blushed “How very cute!” Her Assailant chuckled “Don´t worry, you will be rescued soon enough – your Colleague, that Brunette, will look after you in two or three Hours.” The black-clad Figure grinned “So we can have some fun!”

She vanished out of Esme´s Field of Vision and knelt at her Feet. Gently she stroked Esme´s socked and nylon encased Feet. The Blonde´s Feet twitched, “So you are ticklish … shall we explore how much?”

Esme shook her head.

“Yes, we shall!”

The Woman in the Shadow World known as “The Ghost” raked her Fingers across Esme´s Soles from the Heels to the Toes ….

Finally, it was over. The Teacher panted heavily, begged her Tormentor to stop.

The Ghost rose “Thank you for your Time, Esme! That was most entertaining!” She smiled “I have the feeling we will see again – soon. To help you pass the Time, I left you something! You will learn soon!”

Finally, the Door fell shut behind her Captor.

And then the Vibrator sprung to life!

[LunaDog]

I strongly sense another of your 'masterpieces' being commenced here, my friend.

[Caesar73]

I strongly sense another of your 'masterpieces' being commenced here, my friend.

Thank you Dear Friend @LunaDog - you can expect the first Chapter next Week, and Progress on Chapter 2 is good as well. In Chapter 1 we will learn some more about Chris´ Assignment - and above her Adversary/ies

This is Ettal Abbey:



Famous for its Church, its School and the Brewery! The Brew is fine - I can attest to that.

[LunaDog]

Famous for its Church, its School and the Brewery! The Brew is fine - I can attest to that.

Yes, I can quite believe that!

[slackywacky]

I strongly sense another of your 'masterpieces' being commenced here, my friend.

I think you are right!

[Beaumains]

I will follow this story. It is a really nice introduction with a new interesting character while the main driving force of the plot (stolen art, bondage, and ties deeply tied in older German culture) continue. Keep it up!

[Caesar73]

I will follow this story. It is a really nice introduction with a new interesting character while the main driving force of the plot (stolen art, bondage, and ties deeply tied in older German culture) continue. Keep it up!

Will do my Friend! Chapter one shall be up in the coming Days. Chapter 1 and 2 are written, Progress on 3 is good. So far as planning goes this Story will be four Chapters long. You will like the Names I chose for the Characters Southern German Surnames may sound strange in some Ears

[AlexUSA3]

I suspect that Esme would look down her nose at me when I tell her that I am absolutely in love with Piano Concerto No. 1 by Sergei Bortkiewicz, a masterpiece that brings romanticism to the great heights it could have achieved had post-romanticism and impressionism not pushed the ways of the romantics into obscurity. Yes, indeed, I can see her peering down her nose at me right now.

[Caesar73]

I suspect that Esme would look down her nose at me when I tell her that I am absolutely in love with Piano Concerto No. 1 by Sergei Bortkiewicz, a masterpiece that brings romanticism to the great heights

Dear Alex, I would say you don´t do Esme Justice in this regard. She is pretty broadminded in Fact. And I can imagine, if Chris plays it for her ....

[Jenny_S]

Dear @Caesar73, when I read the name Esmeralda, I thought of the gypsy girl from "Hunchback of Notre Dame", but your character is different, it's beautiful.

[Caesar73]

Dear @Caesar73, when I read the name Esmeralda, I thought of the gypsy girl from "Hunchback of Notre Dame", but your character is different, it's beautiful.

Thank you @Jenny_S - you are not the first who thought of the famous Gypsy Girl Writing Esme - as I will call her from now on has been fun. We will see a lot more of her in the next Chapters. If the Muses are kind Chapter 1 will be online this evening - but tomorrow at the latest. Chapter 1 will set the Stage for the Mystery to be solved.

[Caesar73]

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The Files of Art. Inc.:


Chris von der Marwitz and the lost Partiture


Chapter 1


“Allegro assai”




“Ettal Abbey, Bavaria”




Midmorning, early November:

It was a clear, warm, and sunny Day in Ettal – for early November. There were such Days. Thanks to Climate Change. The famous Abbey had been founded in 1330 by Emperor Ludwig the Bavarian, as Part of a religious Vow. Chris had parked her rental Car at the Abbey´s Parking Space.

She should meet the Librarian Father Severinus and Abbott Conradin at the latter´s Office at 1000. The Pianist had landed in Munich yesterday and made the Trip to Ettal in the Morning, after she had spent the Night at her usual Lodgings, when she was in the Bavarian Capital: The Hotel Kempinski.

Chris was curious. The Abbott and the Librarian had been mysterious, as they requested an Appointment with the blonde Pianist. The Blonde knew Ettal and its Vicinity from several Visits: The famous Chateau Linderhof, built by Ludwig II, the Fairy Tale King, was not far, as was Garmisch-Partenkirchen – where Ludwig had erected a Chalet at the Wetterstein Formation.

Among the King´s fanciful Projects she loved the simple Chalet on the Schachen the most. From Garmisch it was a steep Hike to get there. But it had its Rewards: On the Outside, it was a simple wooden Chalet. Also, on the first Floor. But on the second Floor, one entered another World: The Moorish Saloon with a Spring Fountain in the Centre. In the midst of the Bavarian Alps. Chris could imagine the Fairy Tale King sitting there smoking Weed. Someone read Tales from 1001 Nights.

Chris looked at her delicate golden Watch. She was on Time. Chris hated Unpunctuality on Principle, “That has to be the Prussian in me,” The Blonde smiled “Besides the Japanese”

Sybil had booked a Chalet at the Outskirts of Ettal – Chris had already checked in, freshened up, and changed Clothes – she expected to spend considerable Time in the Abbey´s famous Library. So, Comfort and Warmth was the Order of the Day:

A long red Tartan Skirt, a woollen dark-red Turtleneck and a Tweed Jacket, which matched the Skirt. On her Feet, matching woollen Socks and comfy UGG Tazz. Chris smiled: The Skirt hid a Pair of beige Pantyhose too.

The Pianist stepped into the Abbey´s Eastern Courtyard and turned left, followed the gravelled Pathway which led to the Abbey´s Main Building. The famous Abbey Church, she would pay a Visit later.

Chris and God were not exactly on speaking Terms, but she admired the Church´s majestic Dome. The Church was one Reason why many Tourists visited the Abbey, besides its Brewery and the renowned Boarding School. The School´s Reputation had been tarnished by a Scandal of sexual Abuse in 2010, which had forced the Abbott to resign. But in Chris´s experience, People tended to forget quickly. The Number of Visitors had increased, nevertheless.

Chris had to smile. The tall Blonde had noticed several Students at one of the Window´s – she knew exactly what they were looking at, “Children”, she chuckled – and waved them a Hi!

She stepped over the Threshold of the massive oaken Gate - introduced herself to the elderly Monk at the Reception Desk and graced him with a full warm Smile, she knew, People usually found impossible to resist “Christine von der Marwitz, I have an Appointment with the Abbott and the Librarian” The Monk looked up – his Age was difficult to guess, short cropped grey Hair.

Bottomless grey Eyes looked at the tall Blonde “Those Eyes have seen much” “Brother Anselmus” -Chris read on a Name Tag at the right Breast – nodded “I will inform Father Berengar – he will show you to the Abbot's Rooms. Anselmus´ Voice had a rich Timbre, “You were a Singer once, a Baritone?” The Blonde smiled, “In a former Life” a fine Smile crossed Brother Anselmus´ thin Lips.

He made a short Phone Call. The Benedictine cut the Line “Father Berengar will be here shortly. They waited. Chris took the Atmosphere in. The current Building had been erected in the 18th Century and had been restored several times. The Abbey was a four-wing Structure. The famous Church in the East Wings Centre.

The wide Entry Hall breathed the Spirit of Centuries of Worship. Chris could not deny it: She could not escape the spiritual Magic of a Gregorian Chant sung by a full Convent. Those Chants were sung since the Order of Saint Benedict, or Ordo Sancti Benedicti in Latin, had been founded by Benedict of Nursia in the 6th Century.

Gregorianische Gesänge von Mönchen aus der Abtei von Chiaravalle - Christliche Musik

Chris smiled, “In some Ways, the Eastern Philosophy and the Spirituality are not that different.”


Minutes later: The Abbot´s Study


The Sunlight filtered through the large Windows in the Eastern Wall and filled the Abbot´s Study with its warm, soft light. With its white stuccoed Walls, it was pure 18th Century Baroque. It was as large as many modern Apartments. The wooden, polished Floor was made of Larch that shimmered as the Sun Rays touched it.

“You think this was a good Idea, Severinus?” Abbott Conradin sounded concerned. And not for the first Time, the Abbott thought how much the Librarian looked like the middle-aged Tom Hanks, “I am sure revered Father Abbott. If anyone can solve our Problems, it is her. Her references are excellent.” “I know”, The Abbott sighed, “But a Woman on the Grounds, the School, the Enclosure, even could cause Disturbances – some of our Brethren have Prejudices against “Women” you know that Severinus.” He sighed. Not that the Abbott shared those Prejudices. He did not. But he feared the Disturbances an Outsider might cause.

“I do, revered Father”, The Librarian smiled, “From what my Sources tell me, Miss von der Marwitz will work with the utmost discretion and efficiency.”

“Yes ….” the Abbott interjected, but he was interrupted by a polite Knock at the Door. “Enter!” Abbott Conradin called. A middle-aged Monk entered. “Father Berengar!” The Abbott acknowledged him. “Frau von der Marwitz, revered Father.” The Monk bowed. “Show her in!”

“Of Course, revered Father!” The Monk bowed and turned around he said to the Person waiting outside “You may come in!”

“Thank you”, A tall blonde woman entered, walked a few Steps and halted before the Abbots imposing oaken Desk “Revered Father Abbott,” she greeted him and bowed elegantly, deeply. Her Hands folded before her Chest. The Father Librarian was impressed: he had read about the Pianist´s upbringing in Japan.

His Sources had told him how deep the Pianist was rooted in the Japanese Culture. A Conversation with a Jesuit he knew had been most enlightening: Don Pietro Cavalli SJ. What had he told him? “She does not believe in the Christian God anymore – but lives more by the Evangelium than many of our so self-righteous Brethren!”

“Welcome Frau von der Marwitz” The Abbott returned politely. He sensed the calm Power the Blonde radiated, “This is our Librarian, Father Severinus” Chris smiled warmly at the Monk “Si hortum in bibliotheca habes, deerit nihil.” “Indeed”, the Librarian smiled warmly “Who needs more than a Garden and a Library!”

He exchanged a look with the Abbott. Chris read the unspoken Dialogue “Why don´t you take a Seat Frau von der Marwitz?” Father Conradin pointed at a delicate Louis Quinze Table. On it, a simple but delicate white China, a Tablet with Pastries.

Chris sat with an elegant Movement and slung one long leg across the other. Severinus noticed, she was wearing Clogs – “Tazz Clogs from UGG, in the same Colour as that Skirt? This Colour is not for Sale! How cool is that?” His Niece would tell him later.

The Red Tartan Skirt was almost ankle length.

“Interesting”, The Pianist mused, “The Abbott keeps his Place behind his Desk” She was not sure if he felt uncomfortable in her Presence – or if this was just a Play of Dominance. To her he felt just uncomfortable. In a Woman´s Company in general. She suppressed a smile, “He is not used to Women like me!” And she understood him. From his Point of View? Her Presence on the Abbey´s Grounds spelled Trouble. That was another Reason for her modest Choice of Clothes.

Father Severinus took the Teapot and filled their Cups, “We were told you prefer Green Tea, but I hope this Darjeeling is just as fine”, Chris smiled, “It is perfect.” The Pianist watched as Severinus bowed slightly before the Abbott and filled his Superior's Cup.

Chris waited patiently. Silence was a useful Weapon. Sensei Nakamura had told her that very early. She took a Sip of her Tea. Savoured the Aroma. She smiled at the Abbott. No coy smile. A warm Smile. A modest Smile.

Abbott Conradin cleared his Throat. He was irritated. The Presence of the Woman was immense. Those emerald green Eyes, which drilled right through him. But he sensed no arrogance, no disrespect – but curiosity only. He recognized the sharp Intellect beneath those emerald green Eyes.

“Frau von der Marwitz” The Abbott paused, looking intently at Chris “We consult you in a delicate Matter” Chris waited “You understand that is a difficult Situation for us. For the Convent, the School …. “ Father Severinus was impressed. Chris von der Marwitz said nothing, she just listened intently. Her classical Features betrayed nothing.

“Revered Father” Chris said politely, “I have no Intention to disrupt your daily Life in any way by my Presence – but you asked for my help, so it would be helpful if you would be more specific why exactly?”

The Blonde smiled at the Abbott and the Librarian, “You were a bit cryptic in our Communications.” There was no rebuke, just a knowing Smile …” She is amused,” The Librarian mused.

The Abbott and the Librarian exchanged a look—a most subtle Nod by Father Conradin. “Well, Frau von der Marwitz.” Father Severinus smiled warmly. We know that your Firm specialises in finding and recovering lost and stolen Art.” “Yes,” Chris said simply and smiled.

To her Surprise, the Librarian returned the Smile “It is not widely known that Mozart spent several Weeks in Ettal in 1789.” He waited for a Reaction – he got none, just a polite Smile, the Pianist seemed amused again on a certain Scale – as if he was talking about something she already knew – “There was always rumour that Mozart composed three Sonatas and a Fantasie, while he stayed at Ettal.”

Father Severinus paused, “But those Compositions were never published”, Chris added evenly “Yes”, the Librarian continued “But recently discovered Evidence make it certain that these Autographs are somewhere hidden in the Library – or the Abbey.”

“And you hire me to find them?” Chris inquired “Why me?” The Blonde noticed, the Abbott was following their Conversation intently, “They have discussed that beforehand”, Chris concluded, “We were told, by certain Contacts, that you have some expertise in recovering lost and stolen Compositions. There was a Chopin, if I am correct?”

“You are” Chris smiled “I played it in Concert first in New York: Chopin´s Ballade Number five in b minor.” A warm Smile crossed her Lips, “That Experience was extraordinary”, She seemed to be far away now, “To bring Music to Life, to give it back to the World after such a long time” Chris remembered that Concert very well, but in fact it had been not the first Time she had played the Ballade – but that was another Story. The Concert itself? That had been quite the Event too:

Father Severinus smiled, “You just answered your Question, Miss von der Marwitz, why we contacted you. Your Commitment to Music, to what you do. You do what you do not for Money or other Gain, but just for the Music itself.”

“Thank you,” Chris returned warmly. “But there are a few Things we need to talk about first, ” The Abbott was fascinated by the abrupt Change. “She talked about Chopin with Passion – and now she talks about Business again.” They had decided beforehand that he would leave the talking to Severinus. He was more versed in the Ways of the World.

“Continue Miss von der Marwitz,” The Librarian smiled, “You want me to find the lost Mozart – but I have the feeling there is something else.” The Pianist returned calmly, still smiling though.

“There have been some ….” The Librarian searched for Words “Incidents, which might be connected to the lost Autographs”

Chris smiled still, “Then you should tell me more about that …. Incidents”

“Well,” Severinus began talking ……The Monk felt clearly uncomfortable …. Chris smiled, “I am not squeamish, just tell me.” Her smile grew broader, “And I am familiar with the Police Reports regarding that … Incidents”

Chris did not tell her Host, though, that Sybil simply hacked the Network of the Bavarian Police …

The Librarian seemed relieved – somewhat “There had been another incident the day before yesterday – here in the Abbey.”

“Tell me then about it” the Blonde encouraged him. That was News to her.


Later:


“Right” Chris concluded, “I need Access to your Library – and I want to talk to the Teacher who was attacked.”

“That shall be no Problem,” Father Severinus smiled, “He seems relieved,” Chris noted, “And I promise not to step on too many Toes. But …” She paused “Certain Intrusions, uncomfortable Questions are unavoidable. Be certain though I respect your Rules, and I sympathize with your Spiritualty, even if I am not a devout Christian anymore. My Sensei taught me Respect for any Kind of religious Beliefs.”

Abbott Conradin was well versed in the Depths of Human Soul. He sensed a deep Conviction behind these Words. The Pianist was a fascinating Person, he exchanged a look with the Librarian, “Father Severinus will show you the Library, and for 1500 we arranged a Meeting with Miss Kofler in the Music Room. We use it for Teacher – Parents – Meetings as well.”

The Abbott smiled – a bit mischievously, Chris found – “You might like the Grand Piano there. It is an old Bechstein. We had it restored recently.”

“Thank you, revered Father,” Chris graced him with a sincere Smile, uncrossed her long Legs, and rose elegantly – all in one fluent Motion. “Show me the way then Father Severinus”

“Of course,” The Librarian rose too and strode to the Door. The Blonde followed, and Father Conradin could not help himself but to admire the Way the Blonde moved. And for a second, just for a second only, longer than a Churchman should have, his Gaze rested on Chris von der Marwitz Butt ….

“Father forgive me!” He prayed.

To his Excuse it must be said: It was difficult for any Man to resist Chris´s charms, when she set her Mind to it.

“So, the revered Father is not entirely immune to my Charms,” Chris smiled as she followed the Librarian, she had sensed the Abbott's Gaze in her Back. “I am not cross with him,” she decided, he was polite, honest, and sincere. The Abbot had been just a bit insecure around her. “He is just not used to Women like me”

Chris smiled “If he only knew …”

About the Katanas, the Guns, the Body Armour in her Chalet – and some other Things.

Chris was a firm Believer in certain Parts of the Old Testament, when it came to delivering Justice … - and she believed in the Code of Bushido. Both they were not that different in that regard: An Eye for an Eye, a Life for a Life.


10 Minutes to 1500 later, a Corridor in the Boarding School:


Esme´s Heels black Heels clicked on the Marble Floor. The Heels were of medium Height only – a Concession to the Dress Code at the Boarding School. As were the modest black Skirt, which fell wide around her toned Calves, the severe cut Blouse, and the equally severe cut Blazer.

A cheeky smile curled her full red Lips: Under the modest Surface Esme hid something not so modest: A set of expensive lacy Underwear – she knew Sören loved it, to unwrap her. He had presented her with the Undies after a Business Trip to Milan lately. The Night had been one to remember.

She concentrated on the Meeting with the Investigator, she was supposed to meet. Father Rupert, the Boarding School´s Principal, had informed her this Morning. Esme had trouble concentrating during her last Lesson: A harmonic Analysis of Mozart´s famous Piano Concerto in C minor with her 13 Graders.

Normally she could play the Piano Part almost flawlessly, today she did not hit all the Keys – as Arabella Hofmueller had pointed out. Arabella was the Daughter of one of the Abbey´s greatest Donors – and she used that Status to its fullest extent. And even if Esme hated to admit that Arabella was one of her best Students. Esme sighed “I did not hit the Keys, Arabella was right.”

She wondered who the Investigator was. The Blonde had overheard a Conversation between Falco and Ignaz, two others of her Students, who had talked about a tall Blonde Woman, they had seen crossing the Western Courtyard “Did you see her large ….” Ignaz whispered, and his Comrade chuckled. “Boys”, Esme shook her Head.

Before the Musicrooms wonderfully carved double-winged Door she stopped abruptly – and listened. Someone played the Piano. Mozart´s Fantasy in C minor. And whoever played? He or she did it with tremendous Skill. As silently as she could, Esme opened the Door. Thankfully, it moved almost noiselessly in its Hinges as she knew. Carefully she stepped over the Threshold – greeted by a most wonderful sight.

With the Back to her sat a Woman at the ancient Bechstein Grand-Piano. Her shimmering blonde Mane fell over her broad Shoulders like a Stream of molten Gold. She was tall. The Woman wore a Bordeaux Red Turtleneck and a long matching Tartan Skirt.

Esme listened and watched in Awe: The Woman´s Technique was flawless, her Tone brilliant, crystal clear – yet warm. She played now the Fantasy´s più allegro section starting in G minor, after many modulations as the Teacher in Esme knew, the opening Theme in its original Tonic Key would reappear.

The lithe Blonde had studied the Fantasy herself during her Studies at the Salzburger Mozarteum and considered herself a decent Mozart-Player. But the tall blonde Woman at the Grand Piano played in another League. She ended the Fantasy with its final Accord. Precise, and clear. Her Hands rested for a Spell on the Keyboard before she lifted them.

“Come nearer Miss Kofler, I was a bit early and I couldn´t resist playing that wonderful Instrument!” Esme was puzzled the Woman had not even turned “But how did you ….” The Teacher spluttered.

The Blonde's amused melodious chuckle was like a crystal clear Brook cascading down over the Stones of a Waterfall “I see and hear many Things” she smiled, stood up gracefully and turned elegantly, so Esme could see her Visitor finally look full in the Face. She looked into the pair of the greenest Eyes she had ever seen, and Features which reminded her of a Greek Marble Statue of one of the Old Masters. She was indeed tall, Esme estimated at least 180 cm – and of athletic build.

As she strode at Esme, the Teacher noted the elegant Movements, “I am Christine von der Marwitz, Miss Koffler – but you can call me Christine or Chris, which I prefer. Your Name is Esme, right?” Her Handshake was firm, her Skin cool and smooth – like Marble. “Esme is fine” Chris´s Guest returned, still captivated by the enormous Presence of her Visitor. She had expected many Things, but the Identity of the Investigator left her speechless. Of course she knew Christine von der Marwitz Record´s, especially her Chopin.

“Chris” seemed still to be amused by Esme´s Consternation, “Come,” she pointed to a delicate wooden Table with two matching Chairs, “The Tea and the Cookies are excellent – I hope you don´t mind, I ordered Tea?”

“No, Tea is fine!” Esme demurred as she followed von der Marwitz who sat gracefully and slung one long leg over the other. Now Esme noticed she wore Clogs from UGG which matched the Skirt and Turtleneck in Tone.

“They are warm and comfortable,” The Pianist explained lightly, “and since I knew I would spend some Time in the Library, they were the natural Choice!” Esme was still stunned by the enormous Presence of the Blonde, yet she was kind and warm. Von der Marwitz was good at putting People at ease.

With elegant Movements she filled their Cups – and took a Sip “This Darjeeling is excellent – even if I am a habitual Green-Tea-Drinker” She smiled that dazzling Smile again “This Bechstein is wonderful!”

Now the emerald Green Eyes mustered Esme intently, “You studied at the Mozarteum, I heard” The Gaze was intense, but not unfriendly. “Surely it is an interesting Story, how a Top Graduate of the Mozarteum becomes a Teacher in Ettal – but I digress”

The tall Blonde smiled warmly, “You know why we have that Conversation?” It was a Statement, not a Question, “I need to know exactly what happened to you yesterday.”

The Pianist´s Voice was full of Compassion and Warmth, “Believe me, talking helps,” Esme hesitated, she was tempted, “How would you know?” She spoke lowly, avoided Eye Contact … “I cannot look in her Eyes” Esme stared at her Feet. And looked up – in those green Eyes.

“Let´s say, I have enough experience to know what you went through, believe me,” Chris said gently – and something in her Eyes made Esme believe her “How do you live with it?” The Pianist saw the pained Expression in her Face, “I don´t let them get away with it.” Her Voice was still kind and warm – but the Teacher noted the steely Undertone.

For just a fleeting Second she saw another Christine, one that led Armies, that carried a Sword … a shimmering gleaming blade …

The Moment passed.

Chris uncrossed her legs only to cross them again. The right Clog dangled off her foot. Esme noted the thick red woollen Socks the Pianist wore, “Esme?” that beautiful Alto Voice prodded her “Tell me, one step at a Time.”

Haltingly Esme started to talk …. The Pianist did not interrupt her, “She is such a good Listener,” the lithe Blonde mused, “Nothing escapes those green Eyes, they seem to look right through me.”

“And then she left me. It was three Hours later, my Colleague found me”

Chris nodded “Did she tell you why she attacked you?” Now the Pianist scrutinized Esme, “No, she didn´t.” The other Blonde answered quickly, too quickly for Chris´s Taste, “She is hiding something back.” Chris looked long at Esme, “She knows,” Esme fidgeted, “She knows.” But to her Surprise, von der Marwitz let the Matter rest. Though something told her, the Pianist would get back at her.

“That will be all for now, I think” She smiled instead.

Esme was relieved – and changed the Subject “I know this is bold.” Chris waited, “If this is all over, would you give a Lecture, maybe a little Concert for my Students? Now the tall Blonde smiled warmly again, “It would be my Pleasure”

“Something different,” she added, “You know a good Restaurant here in Ettal? I am buying! I have some work to do in the Library still - let us say around 1700 Hours?”

Esme smiled “I would recommend the “Blaue Gams! I know the Maître!”

“Alright, that is settled then” The Pianist smiled “Yes Esme?”

The other Blonde hesitated visibly, “Could you play something for me?”

Chris smiled warmly “Anything! What shall it be?”

Esme paused …. Carefully thinking …..

“I am a Mozart-Groupie” she smiled finally “But a Part of my Heart belongs to Debussy – so could you play “La Cathedral Engloutie?”

The Pianist smiled, “An excellent Choice – I would not say I am a Debussy-Specialist, but one of my Teachers was – and his Lessons I will never forget.” Elegantly she rose and walked to the Grand Piano. Chris sat down and adjusted her Skirt. “That Choice surprised me,” she smiled, “And maybe Dinner will be a good Opportunity to find more about what Esme is hiding. No Wonder she prefers to be called Esme instead of Esmeralda!”

Chris concentrated, closed her Eyes, her Hands folded in her Lap. After a brief Spell, she opened them and played the first Tones.

Esme would never forget that seven Minutes in her Life. The Room? It vanished. There was just that magic Music …. Those magic Fingers who ensnared her with her Magic …. And for just a second she was tempted …. “How would it be to touch those Breasts, the firm Butt …..”

She scolded herself “What are you thinking Esme?”

And yet those Pictures were there … and that subtle foot Play …




A Chalet on the Outskirts of Ettal around 2200 Hours:




Chris parked her silver BMW Coupé before the Chalet, Sybil had rented for her. It lay secluded near the Woods, southeast of the Abbey. How Sybil managed to find the perfect Location on short Notice always, was one of her Secrets. When asked about it, the lithe Brunette, which looked so much like the famous Model Chrissy Marie, just smiled enigmatically.

The Chalet in Question was partly built into the Slope. It was a two two-storey affair. Chris knew that it had been built in the 19th Century but had been renovated by the current Owner. It had all Chris needed: a perfectly equipped Kitchen, a wonderful antique Fireplace, a good Bed – and even a Piano. No Grand Piano, but a Blüthner Piano, nevertheless. She would give it a try tomorrow. The Fridge was well stocked, “Sybil must have briefed the Landlord.” The Tech Geek had told him that Chris had a liking for the Asian Cuisine.

She yawned as she stepped up the Stairs to the Entry. She was tired. It had been a long Day. Chris looked forward to a change in something Comfortable – and end the Day before the Furnace with a fine Merlot. She had prepared the Fireplace before she left for the Meeting with the Abbott.

The Dinner at the “Blaue Gams” had been fine. Chris learned something more about Esme – and the Abbey. And now she was certain that the Music Teacher hid something from her. Esmeralda Kofler had been born in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, not far from Ettal Abbey. Her Father was a Baker, her Mother a pre preschool Teacher. Esme had two Siblings. A Brother four Years her Senior and Sister three Years her Junior.

Her Brother would take over the Family Business, her Sister would become a Teacher too. To send Esme to the Mozarteum had been possible only by a full-time Scholarship. Chris had noticed that Esme avoided the Question of why she did not pursue a musical Career. And she did not press her in any way. Chris did play her Cards close to her Chest. So, she understood the young Teacher.

The Menu had been fabulous: The Venison-Ragu had been very tender. Chris entered the Entry Code. The Door clicked open. The Pianist stepped over the Threshold, closed the Door – and sighed. She slipped the Clogs off and tapped on stockinged feet into the Main Room. The Floor was made of polished Wood, it felt smooth under her Soles. She put the Laptop on the Table – and activated the Security System. Anybody touching the Laptop was in for a nasty Surprise.

Chris smiled. Sybil had designed that System: Only Chris´s Voice speaking a specific Haiku could unlock it. The Brunette had also developed a specific System for Chris´s Gun Safe and her Katana´s. The Idea had been brilliant. The Pianist put her Glock in the Gun Safe and activated the Lock.

The Blonde tapped into the Bedroom, pulled off the Tartan Skirt and the Tweet Jacket and slipped a Pair of burgundy Leggings on, which matched her Turtleneck and her Socks in Tone. The Pianist sighed contentedly, “This is better!” She rubbed her left Sole. It had been a long day.

Chris tapped into the Main Room and froze: The large Panorama Window opening to the Patio was not entirely closed … She was sure she had not opened it. “You have been careless a small Voice whispered in her Ear”

She sensed Movement behind her and whirled around – she wanted to whirl around. A sharp Prick in the Neck, then Darkness. That she crumbled to the Floor, she did not register anymore. A Figure clad entirely in Black from Head to Toe stepped into sight.

The Pianist was out. The Woman was surely interesting … “I really would like to know what is in those two lacquered Boxes – but they have no Key Locks …. Too bad we have not much Time … let us get you ready, Blondie!”

She knelt down and let her Hands glide above the full, firm Breast of the unconscious Woman “Don´t get carried away!” she scolded herself “Do your Job – and leave! Stick to the Plan!” She had allowed herself to be carried away once - not this Time.

The Blonde at the Floor would not pose real Trouble “This blonde Bimbo!” Purposefully she pinched Chris´ Nipples. Once, twice, thrice. This had to suffice, “If you cross my Way another Time!” the Assailant told Chris “There will be the devil to pay!”

She knelt at Chris´s socked Feet and pulled the thick woollen Socks off and sniffed at them “For those I will have good use! You wear Pantyhose!” She admired the nude hosed Feet of the Pianist, the perfect red Nail Polish “Those golden Toe Rings are exquisite! I wonder where you did get them!”

“Get to Work!” a Voice whispered in her Head “Don´t tarry! The Sedative will wear off in 45 Minutes, you will need the Time!” “Right, right!” The Intruder fumed “You are right, I know!”

The Woman set to Work ….

“See?” She told the Voice and pointed at the unconscious Chris “10 Minutes left – and look what an exquisite Nylon Mummy she is!” “Right!” The Voice told her “Get out of here! Now!”
The Woman pouted “But it would be so much fun to watch her waking up and struggle!” The Voice sighed and spoke like to an unruly Child “You have a Job to do, you are on a Mission! You can follow your Urges, when the Job is done! Get out! Now!”

The Woman sighed “Right, right. With a sigh she stood – strode to the Entrance Door and left. She closed the Door gently behind her, “Another Time Blondie, another Time!”

Like a Ghost she vanished into the Dark.

Chris groaned “Not again” she sighed into her packed Mouth. Yes, her packed Mouth. She was pretty sure what filled her Mouth to Capacity, “My Socks.” She forced herself to analyse her Predicament. Methodically, as she was trained to do. Her sight was obscured by a stocking Cap, or two – and a Pantyhood. A Sockgag “My Socks definitely”

She stared at the ceiling, “So I lay on my back on my Arms,” Chris tested her Bonds “I have been tied with Tape first, then I have been encased in Hose. One Layer, two Layers?” Laying on her back was not comfortable, but Chris sensed another Thing, and smiled under her Gag “The Bitch has not taped my Hands. She searched with her Fingers at the Waistband of her Leggings.

Chris and her Friends had taken Precautions for Situations like these. Inside the Waistband was a Razorblade sewn in. She searched for it “Yeh!” Chris smiled. She had found it!

Freeing herself was a tedious Job. Finally, she could pull off the Stocking Caps and the Pantyhood. Greedily she breathed in the fresh Air. Carefully she cut through the Wall of translucent Tape. She moved her Jaws gingerly, before she pulled the Ball of soggy Socks out of her Mouth ….

“I loved those Socks!” she sighed, stood and stretched, and looked at the Pile of torn Tape and ruined Hose. Chris was tempted to shower hot and go to Bed then but her Training, her lifelong Discipline set in.

She unlocked her Gun Safe, took her Gun – and searched the Chalet from Top to Bottom. She found nothing. True, she had not changed the Entry Code, when she had arrived this Morning. That was the first thing she did now – and a few other Things.

What her Attacker did not know? Chris had installed Cameras, connected to the AI, which controlled their Villa in Hamburg. She powered her Laptop up and established a Connection to Charlotte at Hamburg, “Hello Chris!” the AI greeted her politely, “We were concerned, you did not respond to our Calls.” The Pianist sighed “Something happened”

“I see,” Chris heard Charlotte smile, “Charlotte, I need you to control the Security Systems of this House. They have proved to be” The Blonde paused “Inadequate”

“I will” The AI smiled “Something else?” “No” Chris smiled tiredly “That will be all” “Good Night Chris!” “Good Night Charlotte!” She cut the Connection knowing that as of now, anybody trying to enter the Chalet again – would be in for a rude surprise.

Chris showered long and hot. She donned her favourite green silken Pyjamas and two Pairs of woollen green Socks on her Feet. The Fire in the Furnace blazed. The Blonde helped herself to a Glass of the fine Palatinate Merlot her Landlord had provided. She sat down on the Couch and stared into the Flames before she took a Sip. She savoured the rich taste.

That Day had been interesting. Who had attacked her? Probably someone tried to scare her off. But why? She had a guess … it had to be about the Mozart. The Autographs were invaluable. And Esme had not told her all …

Chris smiled. Grimly “Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus” she said aloud “Never tickle a sleeping Dragon! You did!”


Around 1100 PM a luxurious Villa in Ettal:


Genoveva Klingmayer parked her green metallic Mercedes-AMG SL Roadster in the spacious Garage of the Villa at the Outskirts of Ettal. The Car had been a Present by her Husband, who was a highly successful Cosmetic Surgeon in Garmisch-Partenkirchen.

Geno, as she was called by her Friends, loved her Husband who was 20 Years her Senior. She loved him on a certain Level. What she loved most was the Status he offered her. They led an open Relationship. So, the brown-haired Woman was sure Gustav wouldn´t be lonely at the Congress in San Francisco.

Geno had been out with Friends today. The Cocktails had been fantastic. Nobody made them better than Carl, the Barman. She wore her favourite brown knee high Santiago Boots, made by one of her favourite Designers: Gianvito Rossi. Beige Breeches and a brown Turtleneck, which matched her lion mane perfectly.

She had no Idea that someone was watching her every Move from the Shadows, “You have not changed, Geno,” The Woman known as the Ghost chuckled mirthlessly, “Living the good Life like the Leech you are”

Minutes later Geno stepped into the living Room. She opened the Zipper of the right Boot first, pulled it off, and threw it carelessly away. With a sigh she rubbed her socked Foot and sighed contentedly. The left Boot followed. The brown-haired Woman stretched and tapped to the Bar.

The Attack came out of nowhere. One Arm grabbed her around her Stomach, compressed her Diaphragm, another pressed a thick, doused Cloth iron-clad on her Face. Chloroform! Her Eyes widened. In her Surprise, she had already inhaled a strong Dose of the soporific Fumes, “Breath in Geno!” a silky Voice whispered in her left Ear, “Don´t make it harder on you than necessary! Be good Girl, take long deep Breaths – and go to sleep!”

Geno struggled, tried to kick her Assailant, but her socked feet had no Traction on the polished wooden Arola Pine Floor. Her Fingers and Toes already tingled. The Ghost pressed her Diaphragm like a Vice, “I feel so weak,” Geno groaned groggily – and inhaled. Finally, her Eyes rolled back in her Head. The Ghost held the Cloth for a good two Minutes longer on Geno´s Face, before she let the unconscious Woman glide to the Floor.

The Ghost smiled. The Teacher and the Pianist had been a Job, nothing Personal. Geno was personal “How much I will enjoy this!” She had plundered Geno´s Hamper and her Stack of Hosiery. The Thief set to work.

30 Minutes later, the black clad, lithe Woman looked down on Geno, “If the Pianist only knew how lucky she was!” she chuckled: She had tied Geno with Rope, mitted her Hands, crotchroped the brown haired Woman – after she had inserted a Vibrator in Geno´s Pussy. Six Ropebands adorned her legs. Her big Toes tied. Under her Victim´s high Arches she had taped vibrating Eggs.

The Ghost had encased the Woman in three Layers of Hose “Gagging that big Mouth of yours was the best!” She told her unconscious Victim: A Pair of Panties in every Check, two woollen Socks in the Centre. A wall of translucent Tape kept the Packing in “You know Geno, that thick skiing Sock around your Face? It was so ripe! And this Pair of black lacy Panties I used as a Hood? It was from the very Bottom!”

She took a Tablet and pressed some Buttons. The Eggs began to vibrate, the Vibrator to buzz.

“Have fun Geno!”

The Nylon Mummy began to stir …


Midnight:


Esme´s slept uneasily. True, she had enjoyed the Evening with Christine von der Marwitz, or Chris as the Pianist had insisted. The Blonde had been cordially and warmly. Over Dinner, they had talked much – about Music mostly. About Bach, about Mozart – about Chopin. Esme knew, the tall Blonde was one of the leading Chopin interpreters – not only of her Generation.

Over Dessert, Chris regaled her with the Story about the Recovery of the Weinstein Collection – and the famous Concert at Carnegie Hall, a few Months later. Now and then the Pianist posed a Question about Esme´s Biography, her upbringing. But they did not talk about the Mozart. The Blonde had been perfectly polite, but Esme was sure “She knows, I did not tell her everything – but I can´t, I can´t!” The Blonde reassured herself.


Around the same Time, unknown Location:



The Ghost watched the Camera Feed from Geno´s Living Room: It was crystal clear. She watched Geno flexing her Feet, pointing her Toes …her body became rigid than relaxed … “That must have been the Humdinger of an Orgasm Geno!” The Ghost chuckled.

She switched to another Feed, that to the Pianist´s Chalet, but the Screen stayed blank. So, the Blonde had freed herself and discovered the Cameras “So you are not just a Blonde Bimbo after all!” The Ghost chuckled, “I will have a look at you!”

Another Switch: Esme was sleeping uneasily ….

The Ghost chuckled “You will lead me to the Autographs! You have no Idea how close I am to you!” The Pianist would pose no Problem “If you know what is good for you, you will pack your Things and leave! You are just an Amateur!”

The Ghost scoffed.


 

[LunaDog]

Fantastic. I see nothing here to change my opinion that this is to be another great story. Quite the opposite in fact, this post just confirms that sentiment.

[Bandit666]

Another masterpiece gets off to a delightful start as always I tip my hat to your efforts and the way you blend the scenes and dialogue seamlessly @Caesar73

[Caesar73]

Another masterpiece gets off to a delightful start as always I tip my hat to your efforts and the way you blend the scenes and dialogue seamlessly @Caesar73

Thank you dear Friend for your long time Support. It is appreciated very much. Chapter 3 is almost complete. Chapter 2, which is due next Week will answer some important Questions and raise some more

How will Chris respond to the warning and will she make any Progress in finding the Mozart and identiying her mysterious Attacker?

We can be sure that the Ghost did not succeed in scaring off Chris - on the Contrary ... the Game is on and its Outcome uncertain.

[Jenny_S]

Dear @Caesar73, if Chris is only half as switched-on as I think she is, this is going to be a wild ride.

[Beaumains]

Nice part as always. The monastery is interesting as it is a very stylish set and ideal for your stories, but it is feels different that the usual castles and palaces, so it is a nice choice.

Chris and God were not exactly on speaking Terms,

I liked this line.

[Caesar73]

Nice part as always. The monastery is interesting as it is a very stylish set and ideal for your stories, but it is feels different that the usual castles and palaces, so it is a nice choice.

Chris and God were not exactly on speaking Terms,

I liked this line.

Thank you for your kind Words! I am glad you like the Location. Ettal Abbey is a wonderful Place for a Mystery Tale. In fact I wanted always write a Story in an Abbey. The Name of the Rose, the Novel and the Movie? I love them. Sean Connery is delivering on of his best Performances as the Franciscan Monk William of Baskerville - who investigates the heinous Murders in the Abbey. I was tempted to recreate a Murder Scene of the Movie, when William and his Adlatus Adson of Melk discover a murdered Monk in a Cauldron of Pig´s Blood

[LunaDog]

This place seems to have a sense of history, which you have tapped into.

[AlexUSA3]

And people tell me they don't comment on my stories or even read them because 3000-4000 word chapters and 6000 word one-shorts are too long.

Interesting approach to the entire atmosphere. It feels more like a religious school than an abbey in the presentation, which in a way makes sense because of the focus on the library and the music. This studious approach, though: Chris may appear as a professional, but in her heart she will forever be a student of music, unable to capture everything perfectly. There's a good reason for this: most composers know that there will be interpretations of the music. Even Bach leaves incredible room for great expression depending upon which notes are accented more. Chris realizes this very well.

The Ghost is an arrogant kidnapper. Such arrogance always leads to a downfall, especially when you assume you've got a perfect understanding of your main opposition. She is only as brave as her sedative needle, but she's clearly the type that would crumble in a heap if she found herself unable to use that particular weapon. She stalks, but she's unable to read into hearts. In short, she's a shallow, miserable, jealous person who even if she were to get her hands on the Mozart pieces would be unable to properly appreciate them except as something to sell on the black market to some shady aristocrat who would then wait 5-25 years before boasting "Iiiiiii am in possession of unpublished Mozart autographs."

Compare your use of music here to mine in The Muses. One is art; the other is skullduggery.

[Caesar73]

The Ghost is an arrogant kidnapper. Such arrogance always leads to a downfall, especially when you assume you've got a perfect understanding of your main opposition. She is only as brave as her sedative needle, but she's clearly the type that would crumble in a heap if she found herself unable to use that particular weapon. She stalks, but she's unable to read into hearts. In short, she's a shallow, miserable, jealous person who even if she were to get her hands on the Mozart pieces would be unable to properly appreciate them except as something to sell on the black market to some shady aristocrat who would then wait 5-25 years before boasting "Iiiiiii am in possession of unpublished Mozart autographs."

Compare your use of music here to mine in The Muses. One is art; the other is skullduggery.

Pretty good Assessment of the Ghost´s Character. She is arrogang. She thinks herself superior - and she underestimates Chris. What you write about the Atmosphere at the Location is true: Ettal Abbey is both: A place of Worship and a School. The Abbey houses a Boarding School. The School is connected to the Events. In the upcoming second Chapter we will learn some more about it - and get a Glimpse into the Life in a Benedictine Monastery.

Chapter 2 shall be up at Friday at the latest - maybe even earlier-

@AlexUSA3 thank you for your extensive Review and your Insights. I hope you will enjoy the upcoming Chapters.

[Caesar73]

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The Files of Art. Inc.:


Chris von der Marwitz and the lost Partiture


Chapter 2


“Intermezzo”




“Ettal Abbey, Bavaria”




Chris´ Chalet, at dawn

Chris's inner clock woke her up at 0430 – she had slept deep and dreamless, despite the Attack. Someone had wanted to scare her off “Not your best Idea!” The Pianist smiled grimly. Strangely enough, her Attacker had not tried to access her Laptop, the Gunsafe – or the Boxes with the Katanas, or her other Equipment.

“Too bad!” the blonde chuckled as she pulled her Covers aside, put her socked Feet on the smooth wooden Floor, and tapped into the Bathroom. “You would have been in for a rude Surprise.”

Chris's Mistake had been not to establish the Link with Charlotte in Hamburg in the Morning and take the other necessary Precautions. “I have been careless, and Sensei Nakamura would have no doubt chided me for that.” Her Sensei was a Perfectionist.

“But we learn from our Mistakes” Chris smiled as she left the Bathroom 20 Minutes later. Nobody, except the Dark Lady maybe, would penetrate the Security Systems now. Of that, she had taken care …

She stepped out of the Chalet in the cool, fresh Mountain Air with her Nike Trekking Shoes in Hand. She closed her Eyes and enjoyed the warm Sun on her Face. She put on her Shoes and warmed up. Chris knew she was watched. A smile curled her Lips “Whoever you are. You have not done your Homework!”

The Ghost watched from a Distance as the tall Blonde stepped out of the Door, her running Shoes in Hand. She inserted a Code into the Keypad “I bet you changed it!” The Ghost chuckled. The Blonde warmed up: Tai Chi the Woman noticed. In Perfection. She wore a green Cap, a green Fleece Jacket, and black Leggings with green Stripes at the Flanks. Around her Waist: A Girdle … The Ghost chuckled “You don´t want to be Prey anymore!”

But she could not help herself: The Way the Pianist did Tai Chi betrayed long Practise. The Movements were smooth, elegant, and effortless – like a slow sensual Dance on this cool, fresh Morning. She watched as the Blonde bowed to the Sun, held the Pose, stood straight, and stepped down the Stairs. The Pianist turned to the Trail which led into the Forest and started her Run. Slowly at first but accelerating quickly.

The Ghost was tempted to follow her, “But I have more important Things to do!” She smiled “We will meet soon enough anyway! The Game is on!” The Woman called the Ghost considered the Pianist no serious Threat – but some Research could not hurt “When I can make time!” The tall Blonde was of no Importance.


Ettal Abbey, around 0700 AM:


Father Severinus had just returned after the Laudes to his Cell. It was a spartan Chamber, with a simple Bed, an equally simple wooden Table, and a Chair. A wooden Cross at the Wall. One of the Perks of being the Librarian was that he had his own Bathroom. A very simple Affair too.

On the Table lay a Smartphone. Next to it stood a modern Notebook. The Phone signalled an incoming Message, he opened it:

“Father I need to confess. Meet me at the Confession Booth in the Church at 1000 PM.”

Severinus frowned … what did that Message mean? He would hear the Confession of Course. He smiled. As a Catholic Priest, he was obliged to hear the Confession of any troubled Soul.


Later: Villa Klingmayer


“No, I have no Idea who the Attacker was!” Geno sat, her Legs under her on the expensive brown leather Couch. She nursed a Cup of Coffee. With a beige Turban on her wet Locks, she wore a beige silken gown, PJs in the same Colour, and matching thick woollen Socks on her Feet.

“She plays the Victim very well” Erster Kriminalhauptkommissar Vinzenz Steingraber” thought. Normally, the local Police would have Jurisdiction, but someone had put some strings – and so it came he drank expensive Coffee, which was very good, he had to admit and took the Testimony of Genoveva Klingmayer – the perfect Trophy Wife in his Opinion.

Steingräber cleared his Throat, “Frau Klingmayer,” The 55-year-old Detective smiled at the curvaceous 35-year-old Victim “Bambi would be proud of those doe-like Eyes” he mused “Frau Klingmayer we understand this was a most traumatic Experience for you, but to arrest your attacker it is necessary you talk us step by step through what happened yesterday” Steingräber smiled reassuringly.

Geno liked the Detective, “He takes me seriously.” She had always been good at using her Charm to her Advantage. Haltingly at first, the more fluently she began to talk, “Is it necessary to tell all the Details?” She smiled coyly at the Detective, “Regrettably, yes” He sighed “Every Culprit has its Signature” Steingräber explained “To identify this Signature, especially the small Details matter” He smiled warmly “Continue please”

“I will do my best” Geno batted her Eyelashes. Steingräber noticed Frau Klingmayer had applied perfect Makeup “I returned from a Meeting with Friends ….” Geno began …

From her Perspective, Geno thought she delivered a stellar Performance. Playing the poor Victim “Yes, I am the poor Victim – but I had some of the best Orgasms ever!” Geno would not tell Steingräber, but she loved Bondage. Encasement Bondage, especially … and to be tightly gagged and utterly helpless …

Not that she would tell that Detective Steingräber – and of course she would not tell him, she had recognized the Voice of her Attacker “So you are back” She thought “There will be Payback!”

“And when I came to my Senses, I was bound and gagged” Steingräber smiled benevolently “Could you be a bit more specific – if it is not too much trouble?”

Geno sighed “If it is necessary ….


The Abbey, 0945 AM:


Purposefully Chris strode across the Western Courtyard and headed to the Church’s Maingate. She knew People were watching her. And felt their Eyes on her. Her Armour shielded her: Had she been dressed for Comfort yesterday, she was now dressed for Business.

From the brown Gianvito Rossi Booties, with their rubber lug sole, a 35mm platform, and a 105mm chunky heel, the wide-legged beige Trousers, the green Turtleneck, and the matching Harris Tweed Blazer, which was cut wide enough to hide the Glock 19 Gen 5 in her Shoulder Holster.

Invisible to the Observer was another Weapon … Chris carried her Tanto, the one that had been made by Sengo Murasawa – one of Japan’s greatest Swordsmiths. The one who had forged the five-hundred-year-old Katana her Sensei had presented her with – and the second Blade she carried.

Someone watched her from one of the many Windows, “So you have come to Fight?” The Person smiled “An Artist playing Detective ….” The black-clad Figure chuckled, “We will have so much fun!”

Chris strode down the Passageway which led to the Abbey´s Portal. The Sight never failed to amaze her. She had been several Times here at Ettal. Once or twice with her Parents, then with her former Fiancé Peter. The Blonde had to smile at the Memory. Peter and she had spent several Days in Garmisch. That had been happy Days.

Chris forced herself to Focus. Peter was dead – and she had finally found someone she could relate to, someone she could totally relinquish Control to: Ardeth Bey III. She had had her doubts if their Relationship could work, considering the Distances. But she had to admit? So far it worked. Chris had been in Egypt four Weeks ago. And enjoyed every Moment in the Western Desert. Especially the Nights under the Stars in the Desert … Under the Stars …

When they made love it was often a Fight. Aslan had to win his Price – and often Chris ended up tied and gagged … The Bedouin was very skilled with the Ropes … She remembered one Night when Aslan had spreadeagled her in the Heart of the Desert on a soft Rug – he had gagged her with three Pairs of Panties.

To make love under the Desert´s Stars – it had been fantastic. The Chief of the Medjai had been very gentle this Night. And Chris had allowed herself to let go. Just being her: Being simply a Woman in Love. It had taken her Time to admit this to herself: “I am in Love with Aslan.”

It was a Feeling that she had buried under many Layers. Anxious to be hurt again. Ardeth Bey had broken through the impenetrable Walls she had erected around her Heart. What had she told the Chief of the Medjai once? “I am a Shield Maiden. And my Touch is not gentle.”

Chris focused on the Present “You are not in the Egyptian Desert you are in Bavaria in November Chris!”

She stepped up the Stairs to the Church´s Portal. At this time of year, there were fewer Tourists. Especially at this Time of Day. The bleak Sun made the Façade´s white Marble shine. Chris entered the Church – and breathed in deeply.

If she had been a devout Daughter of the Church she would have knelt before the Altar and made the Sign of the Cross. Chris smiled, “I am many things, but not a devout Daughter of the Church.” She showed her respects nevertheless and bowed, her Hands folded before her Chest. Chris held the Pose for a few Seconds before she stood straight.

The Blonde strode to the Confession Booth – the one reserved for the Abbot or other Members of the Hierarchy.

Father Severinus waited. He was certain the “Sinner” would be punctual. There were Steps. Purposeful Steps. They came nearer, and then they halted. Someone opened the Booth's other Door and knelt.

“Father, I have not sinned – but we have to talk.” It was a Woman´s Voice.

“I listen my Daughter” Severinus responded.

Chris left the Church 20 Minutes later.

“You are a devout Daughter of the Church,” the unknown Observer smiled, “Who would spend so much time in a Church anyway? She chuckled.

“The next Time we meet, you must tell me!”

The Woman smiled “And you will tell me!”

She looked at her Watch, “Alas, for now, I have another Appointment!”


Inside the Church 20 Minutes earlier:


“I am glad to hear your Confession Christine, but we could have met in the Abbot's Study or my Offices.” “There is a Reason for that, Father”, The Blonde did not beat around the Bush. “Yesterday evening, I was attacked”, Severinus breathed sharply in “Nothing serious, just a Warning”, The Blonde said dismissively. But that leads us to another Question, “How could she know about my Appointment with you and my Mission?”

“Yes”, The Librarian nodded “How could she, only the Abbott and I know about your Task so far.” “I guess, the Abbots Study, your Offices are bugged – maybe even your Intranet is compromised too.” “But that is impossible!” Severinus countered in disbelief, “No”, Chris demurred “In fact it is pretty simple for a Professional who is worth its salt.”

“This,” she shoved two small Items through the Slot in the Booth, “I found in my Chalet and under my Car. Professional Surveillance Equipment. And I am pretty sure we will find Stuff like that in your Offices -and the Abbot´s.”

“What do you propose?” Severinus was still shocked. “Let me tell you,” the Blonde smiled coolly, her emerald green eyes glittering.

“That will be all”, she concluded. 10 Minutes later, “There is something”, The Librarian stopped her “The revered Father Abbott will introduce you formally to the Convent before Lunch at 1200 PM” Severinus could not see her Face, but sensed Chris was not overly keen on the Prospect “I see”, she returned neutrally “And I have the feeling there is something else?”

“I cannot tell yet,” Father Severinus explained - evasively, “What are your Plans, Christine?” The Pianist looked at her Watch, “I am about to hear a Confession myself in ten Minutes.”

Father Severinus listened to the measured, purposeful Steps dying away in the Distance. The Pianist was a most remarkable Person, what Don Pietro Cavalli had told him on the Phone was true. Every Word. And he had the Feeling if anybody could solve this Riddle and restore Peace to the Abbey – it would be that tall blonde Woman with the emerald green Eyes.

The Ghost watched as Chris left the Church, turned right, and vanished through a Portal in the Eastwing.

“This Affair will be most entertaining for me and most instructive for you Blondie!” The Ghost chuckled “So much to do, and so little Time!” she sighed – and smiled: “The Beauty of this Assignment: I fulfill my Mission, which will get me rich – and can exact some long overdue Revenge.” Geno had been Fun to play with, Feli will be even more so!”

On a certain Level, the Ghost felt even Pity “Poor innocent Esme! You have no Idea what you have gotten yourself into!”


The Winter Chapel:

Chris stepped through another Doorway, walked into the pale November Sun, and went the few Steps to the Winter Chapel, which had been erected at the Northside of the Church in 1998 to provide the Convent and the Parish with a calm and secluded Place of Worship – when the Myriads of Tourists swamped the Abbey Grounds.

The Blonde stepped inside, bowed slightly before the Altar sat in one of the first Pews near the Altar, and waited. She was a bit early.


Chris breathed deeply in and out – and listened to the Silence. A small Smile curled her Lips On a November Day more than a quarter Century ago, a much younger Chris had asked her Sensei in disbelief “One can´t hear Silence Sensei!” Her Teacher had smiled warmly at her, “One can, my Child, with time you will learn.”

Chris had indeed learned and now she knew her Sensei had been right: One could hear Silence.

She heard the opening of the Door. Someone closed it very carefully. The Clicks of High Heels on the Stone Floor. They stopped next to Chris. She did not turn her Head to see who the Newcomer was, instead, she simply said, “Have a Seat, Esme!”


Earlier:


Esme was very curious – and nervous: After her return from her Morning Run, she had found an Envelope on her Apartment’s Floor. Made from creamy handmade Paper and sealed with Wax – the Seal was a Coat of Arms she did not recognize. One Word was written on the Envelope – in black Ink – in a clear elegant Hand: “Esme”

The Envelope was larger than normal. With trembling Fingers, she broke the Seal and gasped in Astonishment: in it was one folded Letter – and a second envelope. Esme unfolded the Letter:

“Dear Esme,

open the second Envelope only outside your Apartment, when you are sure you are alone. Inside you will find a set of Instructions and a useful little Tool. I understand this seems strange to you, but you must trust me in this and do as I say.

Christine

So, Esme had done what Chris had wanted her to do: The lithe Blonde went to the Music Room and locked the Door behind her. She had breathed in deeply before she had opened the second Envelope. In it was another Letter – and a USB-Drive. At least she assumed it was one.

Chris had written:

Dear Esme,

meet me at 1100 AM in the Winter Chapel. You must take no electronic Device with you: No Smartphone, Smartwatch, Tablet, or Laptop. The Hard-Drive you found in this Envelope? Keep it secret and keep it safe. Show it to nobody and talk to nobody about this.

Christine


Thankfully Esme had so much to do, that she had no time to rack her Brain about the mysterious Letters “Chris is right” she had told herself “I must trust her on this” – and even if she knew basically nothing about the Artist the Teacher knew, she could trust the Pianist with anything. She just knew.

As she entered the Winter Chapel, she had done what she always did, when she entered a House of Worship: She had knelt, dipped her Finger into the Stoup, and made a Cross on her Forehead, then she walked resolutely down the Aisle. In the third Pew on the right Side sat a blonde Woman, her Mane in a loose Bun.


The Present:


For a Moment neither Woman said a Word, “You know one can hear the Silence?” “I didn´t” Esme shrugged, curious about the strange Introduction. Finally, Chris looked at her “Esme, you have a lot of Questions, and I apologize for breaking and entering. But it was necessary.” Esme waited.

“Yesterday, after we parted, I was attacked in my Home. Judging by her Modus Operandi, by the same Woman who attacked you.” “But how could she know …” “How could she?” Chris smiled mirthlessly “I, we, have been careless.

All our Communications are under Surveillance. To communicate via a Laptop or any other mobile device is not safe.” Chris reached into her Shoulderbag and produced a Smartphone and an Envelope “When we communicate in the Future, you will use this one.

You remember the Hard Drive I gave you?” Esme nodded, “Insert it in your Laptop before you power it up. It will clean your Laptop. Further, a Jammer is inside. It will block all electronic Signals. In short: No Bug no Camera in 20 Metre Radius will work! Understood?”

“Understood!” Esme muttered.

Chris's Eyes did not leave her Face for a Second – her classical Features were more kind now “You did not tell me everything yesterday, didn´t you?” Esme was surprised, “She does not judge me,” The young Teacher inhaled, “I did tell you …” “Not everything,” Chris interrupted her “But how could you ….” Esme interjected.

Now Chris smiled “First? You are a lousy Liar Esme!” The Pianist chuckled, “Which is not a bad thing,” The Pianist raised her right Hand “Don´t get me wrong: I am trained to know, when someone is lying to me.”

Esme blushed. And stared at her Feet.

“There is no need to be ashamed of, believe me,” Gently Chris touched the other Blonde under her Chin, and forced her to look at her in the Eyes, “And before we met yesterday, I knew that Pages from the Act Father Severin gave me were missing – the Act you found as the Librarian told me – and I am going out on a Limb here: Your Attacker was after this Pages and got them. Am I correct?”

“Yes,” Esme´s Voice was only a Whisper now, “What I need to know, Esme,” Chris prodded the Teacher. “Why didn´t you talk with me in the first Place? Why did you want to solve this Riddle on your own?”

Esme did not break Eye Contact, she did not look away. Chris waited.

“You asked me, why I did not pursue a musical Career and landed here as a Teacher?” Chris waited and listened patiently. This was important.

“I have to prove something to somebody.” The Pianist noted the pained expression on Esme´s Face “I want my Life back! The one I could have had!”

Esme watched at Chris and waited for an Outburst. There came none. Instead, Chris smiled. Said nothing and waited. Haltingly Esme began to talk … Chris said nothing just listened. And Esme felt comforted by her sheer Presence. Except for her Therapist, she had never told someone this Story.

“This is all,” Esme ended – and waited anxiously for the Verdict.

“Thank you for confiding in me,” Chris said finally. “Do as I told you,” She looked intently at Esme, “Believe me, you have nothing to prove to anybody. You are a brave Woman. And if anything says anything different they have to answer me!”

Chris smiled – and looked at her Watch “I guess I have a Dinner Invitation I cannot decline” “You are not keen on that, aren´t you?” Esme smiled, “No” Chris sighed, “I am not” “Do you believe?” Esme sounded sincere, “Yes,” Chris replied, “Not in the Christian God, but I do believe.” The Pianist paused “But that is another Story, for another Time. I will tell you when this is all over.”

She rose, “Wait five Minutes here and take the Way through the Cloister.”

Chris left the Pew – and strode to the Exit.


On the Motorway to Garmisch-Partenkirchen early Afternoon:


The Ghost smiled, she was on her Way to her next Appointment “What are you doing right now, Esme?” With her right hand she tapped on the Tablet – the Screen stayed blank. The Cameras and Bugs in the Teacher´s Apartment did not transmit. Her Laptop, her Tablet, and her Smartphone were of the Grid too.

“Esme, Esme – you have been a naughty Girl. And you know what happens to naughty Girls!” The Ghost chuckled, “We must have another Conversation, Esme, I see!” As a Creature of Habit, she checked her other Clients – and cursed. Someone had blocked or disabled all the Bugs and Cameras she had installed in the Abbey – and she had a pretty good Idea who ….

“Christine von der Marwitz” she muttered “So you are not just a World Class Pianist who plays Detective after all. I have been sloppy …” The Ghost scolded herself. She had foregone a thorough Background Check of the Pianist “You have allowed yourself to be blinded by the Blonde´s Appearance!” The Ghost was no Fan of Classic, far from it.

But obviously, the Blonde was a Star in this World. Who concerted on the great Stages of the World. With Horror, the Ghost remembered the Piano Lessons, those People she had to call Parents, had forced her to take. Bach, Beethoven, Chopin … that had been pure Torture. And every Time her “Parents” had not been pleased with her Play …. No, she would not open that Door.

Tomorrow she would use her impressive Hacker-Skills to hack the Network of Art Incorporated …. And then we will have some real Fun after I have recovered the Mozart Frau von der Marwitz ….”

The Ghost smiled ominously “But today I will work on my List! Feli, I am coming!”

Yes, amusing herself with Feli was just the Thing she needed right now.

“Don´t allow yourself to be distracted”, a small Voice in her Head admonished her.

“Believe me I won´t!” The Ghost said aloud and accelerated the BMW she had rented on a different Name and a Credit Card which could not be traced back to her.

“Feli” she smiled “If you only knew”

Yes, if Feli knew … while she steered the Car to Garmisch, the Ghost thought back to the first Name on the List: Franziska Hofer …. Back then, she had to improvise a bit – she did not have the Routine she had now …. Of all the Persons on the List, Franzi had been the one who stayed closest to her Roots as a Child of a wealthy Farmer. Together with her Husband, she ran the Farm “I hate to admit it, but you did a pretty good Job”, the Ghost mused. The Farm lay in the Middle of green Fields a few kilometres northeast of Ettal. To the imposing three hundred Years old Main Building – belonged Stables, a Hayloft.

The Ghost had kept Franzi under Surveillance and knew her daily Routine: Around 1600 Hours she would work in the Hayloft where the Woman, called the Ghost would lay in Wait … She listened carefully and heard the brunette Farmer coming, softly singing to herself … The Ghost had attacked swiftly and mercilessly – but found out that Franziska Hofer was no easy Prey …

As the Ghost had subdued the Farmer she breathed heavily. Hofer had hit her hard several Times. Tomorrow she would sport some nasty Bruises. She had planned not to be too harsh on Franzi … but not anymore: Quickly she stripped the Brunette of her Wellingtons, her Jeans, her Fleece Jacket, and her Lumberjack Shirt. To her, Surprise Franzi wore rather conservative Underwear – a Pair of plain white Bra and fullback Panties. The Ghost set to work:

30 Minutes later the Farmer was a nyloned Mummy. Gagged with her Socks, dangling from the Rafters …. Gleefully the Ghost had stuffed Hay in her Panties and under her nylon-covered Soles.


The Present:


The Ghost smiled … “Here I come Feli!”


Before: The Refectory of Ettal Abbey:



Chris had not lied when she told Esme she was not very keen on the “Dinner Invitation”. She respected the Benedictines – and their Spirituality. Their Founder Benedict of Nursia had been called Father of Europe by some. The Knowledge of Antiquity had been preserved by nameless Monks who sat in cold Rooms and copied ancient Texts: Aristotle, Cicero, Plato …

Her Family, the von der Marwitz, had been devout Protestants and served the Kings of Prussia faithfully for Centuries. Since her Parent´s Death, her Relationship to the Christian God was frail. That had changed a bit when she got to know Don Pietro Cavalli, who had Kirsty and Hayley married in May this Year. He had posed her the same Question, Esme did today, “In what did you believe?”

But in this Abbey, she felt uncomfortable. That had nothing to do with the Abbott or Father Severinus. There was just something in the Air she could not place – yet. It was two Minutes to Twelve, and the Brethren had taken their Places at the long simple wooden Tables, “They look like black Crows” she mused. Somebody had decided, she was the Guest of Honour. She sat on the Abbot´s right Side. Chris felt Gazes resting on her. Curious Gazes. The Blonde had a pretty good Idea what some Monks were thinking – and was grateful, she had dressed businesslike today.

The Blazer, the Turtleneck, the wide cut Trousers, her Boots. The Ghost of a Smile curled her Lips “If they knew I carry a Gun, a Tanto, and Shurikens?” Hell would break loose. But after her encounter with the Ghost, she would take no Chances. She had a score to settle. Esme had told her, what she had found … that would help.

The Clock beat 12.

Abbott Conradin rose “Fratres! Brethren!” The Abbot smiled, “We Benedictines are renowned for our Hospitality,” The Murmur had receded into total Silence, “We have a Guest in our Midst” He smiled at Chris. The Blonde took that as her Sign to rise and bow. She bowed deep. She sat down again, “Frau von der Marwitz is at home at the Stages of the World. I have been told, one of the greatest Pianists of her Generation!”

Chris blushed and looked down at the wooden Table. She did not like such Accolades “I am what I am” – but kept her Face neutral “It is strange, don´t you think? You step on the great Stages of the World, jump into a Lion´s Den without hesitation -and now you blush? Before some Monks?”

“Christine von der Marwitz will be our Guest in the next Days. She is allowed to enter any Place of the Abbey. She may pose Questions to you. But she is here to restore the Peace at our Abbey.”

Chris watched the Reactions of the Convent intently. Some friendly, some neutral – and a few, it was not many - open hostile. The Abbott sat down and rang a small Bell. The Signal to commence the Meal. One of the Brethren read from the Rule of Saint Benedict, as it was Tradition for almost 13 Centuries:

“Chapter 6” he intoned:

Let us do what the Prophet says: “I said, ‘I will guard my ways, that I may not sin with my tongue. I have set a guard to my mouth.’ I was mute and was humbled and kept silence even from good things.” Here the Prophet shows that if the spirit of silence ought to lead us at times to refrain even from good speech, so much the more ought the punishment for sin make us avoid evil words.

Therefore, since the spirit of silence is so important, permission to speak should rarely be granted even to perfect disciples, even though it be for good, holy, edifying conversation; for it is written, “In much speaking you will not escape sin,” and in another place, “Death and life are in the power of the tongue.” […]”

Chris listened intently while she ate.

The Stew was fine, the Pianist had to admit. She kept her Eyes on her Tablet. She knew she would have to tread carefully here, in this Environment. After Dinner, she would have to make some calls – and do some research.

She had already tasked Sybil in Hamburg with searching for the very original floor Plans of the Library. If anyone could find them? It would be the Firm's Tech-Genius. And she had tasked Sybil with another Matter: “Find out what has happened at the Mozarteum at Salzburg five Years ago, when Esme had studied there!” … and a third Task … regarding the Ghost´s Identity.

A grim Smile curled Chris Lips.

“Never tickle a sleeping dragon!”

[AlexUSA3]

Indeed, the Ghost has proven to be a shallow, pathetic personality. Ironically, though, the true depths are found in the Abbey. No, no, not in Father Severinus or in the Abbott. I mean the nameless nuns and monks who faithfully maintain their vows despite the chaos that is surely disrupting their lives even if in small, personal ways. Christine sees this, and even as they all quietly, privately judge each other, there is an undertone of deeply felt respect. Such is rooted in German culture as a result of the Reformation and the way it splintered Greater Prussia into tiny warring factions; this is still quietly seen in how Chris behaves in the abbey. Her respect is more of the German flavor than that of the Japanese education she received.

That is why, if Chris gets her hands on the Mozart and is able to play it, she will weep in her soul even if not with her eyes. She feels it.

[LunaDog]

“Never tickle a sleeping dragon!”

Indeed!

[Caesar73]

“Never tickle a sleeping dragon!”

Indeed!

That would be a mistake indeed - and somebody will find out that the hard way! Thank you for your Support my Friend!