The Growing Universe
By Peter Apps
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Who is David? Is he just a thirteen year old boy with a strange delusional amnesia or is there something more.
When he is found unconscious by the roadside with a gash to his head, he does not have anything to identify him. When he comes round, anything electrical fascinates him as if it is a whole new concept and little idea of the world around him. What he does have, are stories of a largely steam driven world, an impressive but curiously old-fashioned education and a claim to be the Duke of Barabourne, a dukedom that did not exist.
Follow David’s adventure as he searches for answers and discovers a universe larger than anyone could imagine.
Peter Apps
Peter Apps is an award-winning journalist and Deputy Editor at Inside Housing. He broke a story on the dangers of combustible cladding thirty-four days before the Grenfell Fire. He has not stopped reporting on this national tragedy since, and his coverage of the public inquiry has received widespread acclaim. He lives in London.
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The Growing Universe - Peter Apps
The
Growing Universe
Worlds Beyond
Book 1
Peter Apps
Copyright © 2017 Peter Apps
ISBN: 978-0-9955713-2-7
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, situations and incidents are the product of the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.
Published in the United Kingdom
TAUP UK
Sheerness
Kent
Preface
I’ve aimed this book for all ages, and probably even pre-teens could enjoy the adventure. However, I have not made the language easier or used a modern style for a simple reason; I have tried to create a Victorian flavour and modern language does not suit.
I have not set out to confuse anyone so, if a strange word seems to mean something then it probably does. Everyone knows what a brake is, you find them on bicycles, cars and all sorts of things. However, even some adults may be unaware that brougham, landau and brake are different types of carriage though I have tried to make the two meanings clear. There are words such as trivirem and quadvirem that some characters don’t understand so naturally they discuss them and have them explained so in all, I hope that the story remains easy to read.
Chapter 1
School sucked but there again at thirteen, school usually did suck. Still, it was a novel way of describing his dislike at being stuck in a classroom on a warm spring day though it was not entirely the school’s fault for his dislike. He was found unconscious, a bad gash to his head and blood on a nearby stone. He came round in a nearby hospital, confused and unable to clearly identify himself. He claimed to be David Pevensey, the 19th Duke of Barabourne living at his ancestral home in Kent, insisting that everyone called him 'Your Grace'. Since there was no Dukedom of Barabourne and never had been, the doctors responded by subjecting him to a barrage of tests but the test results left them as confused as David himself was.
Obviously well-educated, he spoke classical Latin and Greek, as well as being fluent in French and German, and used a very precise if slightly old-fashioned English. Anything electrical fascinated him yet he had to be shown how to turn on a light. He would also stand and stare at the traffic in undisguised amazement. It concerned the doctors that he did not so much forget his delusions as accept his new persona as plain David Pevensey, but they could hardly keep him in hospital in case he relapsed so he was placed with a foster family used to handling disturbed and damaged children.
He’s a polite and well-behaved young man.
The carer from the fostering service explained, We are concerned that his delusions may cause problems and we don’t know what they may be blocking out.
However, his delusions did not cause many problems. He worried that he could not dress for dinner, he claimed to have been out riding and his boots, jodhpurs and roll-neck jumper fitted in with that. Hamburger with chips smothered in ketchup was a novel meal though he was decidedly uncomfortable eating with his fingers. He tried to make the best of the situation and fit in but it was obvious he was used to better things. His foster family's children tolerated him, the consensus being that he was weird but it was definitely a nicer weird than many of the other foster children.
Sometimes his delusion surfaced; on one occasion he remarked, Many of my old circle would just dismiss you all as part of the criminal classes. They don't know anything.
Luckily his new family recognised a compliment but he remained definitely weird. They got their own back, laughing as he struggled to ride a bike, then stared in horror as he rode triumphantly off, oblivious to the traffic.
His head injury healed and the doctors deemed that he was fit for school. Luckily one of his foster brothers was in the same class and after the bicycle incident kept an eye on him. Although he managed a restraining hand when David tried to stand for the teacher, he could not do anything when David was asked to tell the class about himself but David was learning.
No-one knows who I really am.
he said, I do have memories of another life but if those memories are true then I've come from a long way away.
You mean Australia,
a girl called out, You sure talk funny.
David bowed politely and replied, I'm pleased to have entertained you, Miss, er… I'm sorry but we haven't been introduced.
The girl blushed as the class laughed.
We were warned that you have amnesia.
Mrs Smith, the teacher said, But this is a creative writing class. Would you be prepared to discuss your memories as a tale of imagination?
Ma'am, it would be a pleasure to talk about them on that basis.
David replied, They are so real but I can’t discuss them with anyone. May I introduce myself according to my memories. I am David Pevensey, the 19th Duke of Barabourne. I was due to start at Harrow soon but instead I find myself here.
Harrow.
Mrs Smith exclaimed, This must be quite a comedown for you.
Before staying with Danny and his family I would have agreed, Ma'am.
David replied, However you look at it, I'm seeing two worlds and there's a lot to be said for this one though I'd still prefer servants to make the bed and do the washing up.
It's possibly a bit soon, but do you have any thoughts on the two educational systems?
Back home, or rather in my imaginary world I would have been set a series of tests to assess my educational standard. Speaking like this is extra-ordinarily difficult, I'm not giving orders to a group of farmhands but I had to learn to speak confidently and I suppose that I'm drawing on those experiences.
So you think that you're so much better than us,
a boy called out.
This world says that I'm an orphan in foster care. I don't know where I am or what's happened to my friends and family. Just how superior does that make me?
The class was silent.
Yeah but you’re still a loony nutter who should be locked away.
Craig Williams called out.
Before Mrs Smith could intervene, Todd Phillips turned and yelled, Shut it, Williams. At least his bang on the head didn’t turn him into a wanker like you.
Mrs Smith should have dealt with Todd’s language but she sympathised with the roar of approving laughter. During break David sought Todd out.
Thanks for what you said.
David said, In my memories it would have got you a severe beating from the teacher.
Todd grinned, I like science fiction and stuff. Yours is a good story but do you reckon that you really come from another world?
I don’t know. I remember Chasebourne as a village on Lord Dalton’s estate. Here it must spread onto my lands as well.
Everyone else reckons that you’re just imagining things, don’t they.
Todd said, Supposing they’re real. Shouldn’t you try to get home?
You’re right but everyone else tells me that I should forget them.
David said, This world is becoming more real but I can’t remember anything about it before my accident. It’s confusing but how can I get home if I don’t know how I got here?
Look, I don’t know if I believe you but I’d love to be in a real-life science-fiction story.
Todd said.
David laughed, It can’t be fiction and real-life but I do wish to know which one of my memories are real. I’d be eternally grateful for your help.
Have you got a tablet or a phone?
Todd asked, We need to google maps of the area.
I think that you’re saying that we should use one of those computing machines to find maps to get our bearings. Are there not libraries that could assist?
Yeah, they’ve got computers.
Todd exclaimed, Good thinking. We’ll go to the town library. Williams won’t find us there.
In David’s memories, he had started cadet training. He was also used to studying documents, including maps about his lands so he was adept at map-reading and was thinking in terms of detailed Ordnance Survey maps. Although Todd knew Chasebourne fairly well, he had rarely ventured out into the countryside while David scarcely knew the town. However, he spotted a name on a map on the computer.
Millrace Road,
he murmured, And that’s Old Mill Lane. In my world it leads past the old watermill. I wonder what’s there now.
Todd grinned, working the keyboard and suddenly a picture of the entrance to Old Mill Lane appeared.
It goes up hill as it should but I don’t know those houses and it’s a lot wider.
Dave started as Todd clicked the mouse and they jumped a little way up the lane.
He recovered and commanded, Go to the top of the hill. Is there a path to the left?
David was shocked to see so much land turned into housing estates to the right of the lane but to the left, the land dropped too sharply to build on. They found the track but it was blocked by a substantial metal gate.
That’s a right of way on my world,
he said, Not even my family succeeded in closing it. It shouldn’t be blocked like that.
It’s an odd way of putting it but you’re quite right,
the librarian said, There’s a big court case going on because developers want to build on Mill field.
They’ll never do it.
David said, There’s a spring by the North hedge. The land’s always waterlogged. We manage a few sheep down there but not much more.
Your family used to own it?
The librarian asked, It’s been owned by Western Farms Ltd for twenty years.
My apologies, sir.
David replied, I’m suffering from amnesia and my memories are confused. However, I most strongly suggest that Mill Field is unusable for the reason that I have stated.
He speaks Greek, Latin and all sorts of languages.
Todd added, He confused our history teacher by quoting Homer. All the rest thought he meant Homer Simpson.
Thank you,
the librarian said, I’ll pass it on to our committee. Tell me, when did your family own the field?
That’s what we’re trying to find out.
Todd replied, We’re trying to tie his weird memories into what’s real to jog his real memory.
I think I understand,
the librarian smiled, Let me know if I can help in any way.
There is something, sir.
David replied, Is there any way of looking up the name Barabourne or Braborn, possibly dating back to the 1640s? The doctors and alms, I mean social workers tried but I think that they only looked on the computing machines. If the name was lost centuries ago, it might not be on them.
Good point. You carry on with your maps and I’ll see what I can find.
Todd and David found another couple of landmarks and while David was relieved that his memories could be confirmed, Todd looked at him more and more strangely.
I’ve no idea how you ever heard of the Earl of Braborn.
the librarian said, He was beheaded by Oliver Cromwell for refusing to accept the Commonwealth. The name just disappeared after that.
My memories say that Cromwell was killed when the Scots overran the New Model Army while it was being trained and there was a bloody massacre. The Earl was given the Dukedom for his efforts in preventing the Scots from marauding across England and driving them back to Scotland.
The librarian looked at David curiously, Who are you in your memories?
The 19th Duke.
David replied, I know, I sound quite mad.
If your information about the spring pans out, I’d say that it would demonstrate intimate knowledge of the area.
The librarian said, It would need some explaining but why would you think that you’re the Duke of Barabourne? I’ve never heard of amnesia having that sort of effect.
It was not a question that anyone could answer but for now, David was content. He was sure that he had convinced Todd and although he knew nothing of conservation groups, he could see that the librarian had a reason for wanting to believe him.
He was sure that Todd also had a reason for wanting to believe him, suspecting that Todd was lonely because he did not seem to mix with the other students though David was not sure why. He was becoming more convinced that he was not mad and that his previous memories were real. Finding someone who believed him was enough for one day so he was ready to go home.
School sucked even though he excelled in modern languages, cheerfully adding Spanish to his repertoire. His English teacher came to enjoy reading essays written with great grammatical accuracy in a beautiful copperplate while David relished the emphasis on creative writing. Maths confused him. The class giggled while he was taught to use a calculator. His first instinct was to attempt every problem with pencil and paper. History was worse.
Following a remark by the teacher, he put up his hand to ask, Who is Queen Elizabeth II?
The class did not laugh because the question was so silly that they expected a punchline. Mr. Watson thought so too because there was real anger as he asked, Are you telling me that you don’t you know who the queen of England is?
Yes of course I know. It’s Queen Anne, wife of Charles VII. I just don’t know who Elizabeth II is. I know Elizabeth I of course. The Stuart dynasty succeeded her.
The class was still largely quiet, confining itself to a few giggles. Mr. Watson was not known for his patience and they were anticipating fireworks.
"Very well! Name the Stuart kings.
All fifteen of them, sir"
Mr. Watson knew of David's delusions but he could not be sure that he was part of some big wind-up.
Just the seventeenth century will do.
He replied, hoping to control the situation.
James I, Charles I, Charles II, and by one year, his son, James II.
Very well. Who did Charles II marry?
The class was still quiet, recognising a developing battle of wits.
Lady Barbara Villiers.
Very well. It's an interesting take on history and your research is excellent even if you omitted his brother, James.
Mr. Watson said, "In fact I'm curious. I accept that you have amnesia and it'll take time for you to catch up so it might help if you wrote a comparison of the history in your memories and the one that we're taught.
Why? He's just a nutter at it again.
Craig Williams called out but was shocked by the lack of response.
If students insist on disrupting my class, then I prefer David's intriguing imagination to your rudeness.
Mr. Watson said, and finally the class had something to laugh at - at Craig’s expense. It did not stop David being close to tears for feeling so out of step.
Most other subject were as bad, even sport. It was nearly summer yet no-one was thinking about the cricket season, it was as if they would continue playing football, not even rugger, rugby he had to explain because no-one seemed to know the nickname for the game but even, the tactics and rules for football were different.
He obviously liked the novel idea of a mixed school but he treated the girls with an innate politeness that they could not admit to enjoying while everyone laughed at his nerdiness. He found modern music noisy, and had no understanding of Facebook or social trending. In short, he was a figure of fun and isolated. Danny the true son of his foster parents was not hostile but he had his own life and kept his distance so his only friend was Todd who was also an outsider.
David understood fashion and how people would be judged by what they wore but he did not understand the nuances of designer labels and other modern, or rather, this world’s concepts of fashion. Being outsiders gave them enough in common to make them friends.
Todd’s mother had disappeared long ago and he lived with his father who was enough of a drunk that love of a drink competed with his love of his son and won more and more often. Social Services were concerned but his was a borderline case and there were far more urgent cases.
He turned up in school in clothes from the charity shop, never the latest fashion and always shabby, not even owning a phone. As David learned about charity shops, the importance of owning a phone so he realised in his old world/memories he would have reacted like the rest of his class towards Todd, seeing him as a definite inferior, not worth talking to.
They developed a friendship with Mr. Barton, the librarian who valued David’s understanding of the area though Mr. Barton was concerned. He was single and lived quietly, so a sudden friendship with two young teens was out of character and he was aware of the gossip being generated. However, the information about the spring proved accurate and the mystery surrounding David intrigued him. He had the chance to learn more about the local area so had an incentive to at least, give David the benefit of the doubt. He did not accept the idea of alternate worlds but he did accept that David’s memories were real, and a mystery which he was willing to help solve.
It seemed obvious that the first step was to find out where David had appeared and it should have been easy but it was not. The Emergency Services were reluctant to give any information because of Data Protection and the hiker who had found him had moved on without leaving his details.
They could have explored the general area but the bloodied stone would have been removed. Instead, they tried adding David’s memories of places to a modern map of the area. It could have been easy, country lanes and field boundaries do not change much over the centuries and although some hedges had been ripped out, the countryside remained similar. What slowed them was comparing the differences. Mr. Barton was passionate about footpaths and bridleways that David’s ancestors had succeeded in closing while David became intrigued with the surveys of his lands and the uses that areas had been put to.
You don’t seem anxious to get home.
Mr. Barton said one time, How come?
I am anxious but I was away at prep school before and I can compare my time here to that.
David replied, The information here is astounding. If I can get back, then I must take it with me. My allowance is not enough to purchase a tablet and anyway it won’t last without charging so I must draw maps and write it all down. It takes time.
There, I might be able to help.
Mr. Barton said, I showed your plan of the mill to the local historical society and they confirm early references to it. I’ll suggest that they hire you as a consultant while they plan a dig. There’s a young scientist group that meets here once a month. I’ll ask them to convert a clockwork radio into a basic charger. Would that help?
It’s very kind of you. I thank you sir.
David replied, The 15th Duke insisted that the railway be moved further away from the house but here, it appears that they pulled it down. If I do stay, it would be nice to see it again, would your society be interested in studying it.
Yes indeed.
Mr. Barton replied excitedly, Our records suggested that the railway went straight over the site but to find Dalton Hall…
Dalton!
David exclaimed angrily, That family’s little better than tradesmen. How dare they…
He trailed off, attempting to compose himself, My apologies, that must have sounded so very crass. Barabourne Hall has been so called for centuries.
Your memories are so detailed.
Mr. Barton said, It’s difficult to believe that they’re not real. If you’re the duke then your father is dead?
Yes, he succumbed to cancer of the lung about two years ago.
David replied, I couldn’t go into his smoking room and I could smell the smoke just walking past the door. He believed that the smoke kept dangerous germs at bay but I understand the detrimental effects that tobacco has now
It is not easy gathering all the information of an entire world and any boy on any world could be fascinated by accounts of trips to the moon or trips by submarine to the ocean floor. David was no exception, so although it was not easy he tried to content himself with information that he could apply to his estates and learn why his world had missed out on developing electricity where it remained a scientific curiosity and show-ground novelty.
If I do get back then maybe the link is permanent although that would raise many questions.
He said, However I want enough to keep me busy at home whether I return again or not. If I can return, then I could bring gold to purchase equipment.
David liked his foster family and tolerated school but hated being such an outsider. The one thing he really enjoyed were his evenings with Mr. Barton. The library closing times proved inconvenient so, despite Mr. Barton’s misgivings, transferred to his home and Todd was always with them. One evening he called David into his living room. Sitting on the table was a laptop and printer plugged into a strange looking gadget.
I shouldn’t be buying boys your age such expensive presents. I hope that you’ll accept it though, David.
He said a little nervously, I’ve come to believe your story and apart from the solar power charger, you need a laptop anyway.
By answer David hugged Mr. Barton.
Thank you,
he whispered, It’s superb. I’ll miss you when I go home.
He looked at both Mr. Barton and Todd, I’ll miss both of you, but I’ve got to start looking. There’s one more thing that I want to do now that I’ve discovered on-line printing. You could order some of these if you try to visit.
He called up a website on Mr. Barton’s computer showing a business card which read: David, 19th Duke of Barabourne, His Grace wishes the bearer to be shown every courtesy and offered every assistance. Barabourne
Keep them safe, they’re only for you or Todd.
David commanded, If you ever try to visit after I’m gone then bring some with you. I want to make sure that you’re looked after.
This time it was Todd who hugged David.
Could I really visit?
He asked.
Of course, the entire household from my mother down to the boot-boy will acknowledge the kindness that you have shown me.
David smiled, That was a bit dukey, wasn’t it.
I liked it though.
Todd replied, Thanks.
I need to get back as soon as possible.
David said, There’s one or two things that won’t wait much longer and I hope that I’m not too late for one of them but I didn’t know that I could do anything until yesterday.
You were talking to a doctor weren’t you?
Todd asked and David nodded.
No questions.
Mr. Barton said, You’ve pinpointed the exact location you vanished in your world and it’s in the general area that you were found in this. I’ll drive you out there tomorrow.
They packed David’s bag, he gave Mr. Barton a letter to post to his foster parents if needed and then went home.
The following morning he sat down for breakfast, looking around the kitchen, possibly for the last time.
I suppose you’ll be off with that Mr. Barton again,
his foster mother sniffed, He shouldn’t encourage you with all that history nonsense. You need to accept that those memories are just some sort of waking dream and forget them. Why not go out with Danny and his friends.
Thank you.
David replied, Danny is very kind to me but he needs his own time. Most brothers are different ages and have different friends, that’s how it should be for us.
Danny flashed David a smile of gratitude, and suddenly David sensed a warmth that had been absent for most of his stay.
You could come with us if you wanted to.
Danny said, I wouldn’t mind.
Thank you.
David replied, I know that I don’t fit in and it embarrasses you even though you try to hide it. We’ll be better friends if we both accept it.
Danny nodded and continued eating. His mother had heard the exchange and was wondering whether there was too much pressure on Danny. There was definitely something odd about David, but he was amazingly mature so he could be right.
Chapter 2
As he left the house, heading towards Mr. Barton’s, David wondered whether he would ever see it again. He heard footsteps pounding after him and turned to see Danny trying to catch him up.
I’m sorry if I’ve been a prat.
Danny said, You’re right about my friends laughing at you, so can I hang out with you and see what you’re up to.
David thought for a moment. If today went wrong, then Danny would have ammunition to make him even more miserable at school with his stories but it would be nice to leave as friends.
Very well.
David said, "Todd, Mr. Barton and I talk more and more about whether I come from a different world. Today we’re going to look for evidence at the last place I remember being in my memories. I’d spotted something in the hedge and got off Jasper to look, and then the ground