Meanwhile in the castle the Princes were both very dazed by what had occurred the night before.
"Maybe it was the wine and champagne"
"Or the drum beat" John suggested his head still on a cloud.
"We need to see them again"
"And marry them?"
"Do what ever you want with your mysterious girl, I got plans for mine."
"I've got it. The perfect plan!" Sherlock exclaimed.
"Which is?" Mycroft wanted to hear more, his brain wasn't working properly and neither was Sherlock's, so this would either e brilliant or a complete failure.
" A banquet, we'll invite everyone. Then we are bound to find them again surely."
"When?" Mycroft was intrigued.
"Tonight!"
"Cook would kill you, as would Mrs. Hudson, she has only half tidied the castle anyway."
"Fine! Tomorrow"
"How about on Friday night, that's only a few days away?" John tried,he knew that if cook got mad it would be taken out on poor little John.
"Fine, that will have to do." Sherlock got up and left he was in one of his moods, well he'd been in this mood since the girl he had danced with had run away.
"John, you can have the rest of the day off, but remember to rest you've got a lot of planning to do in only a few days. Don't worry I will tell cook."
"Great! i get to arrange the whole thing again, i hope Mrs Hudson knows what is going to be required, I have not got a clue and ..." John grumbled as he walked off and Mycroft could not contain his laugh.
Mycroft went in the other direction on a mission to find his brother.
When he finally found him, he was playing his violin and singing , which was not a usual combination for Sherlock.
" I wake in the loneliness of sunrise
When the deep purple heaven turns blue
And start to pray
As I pray each day
That I'll hear some word from you"
Mycroft joined in, knowing just how his brother felt and thought singing together was better than arguing.
"I lie in the loneliness of evening
Looking out on a silver-flaked sea
And ask the moon
Oh how soon, how soon
Will my love come home to me
I have found her
I have found my angel "
The brothers were now singing together.
"She's my angel
With the dust of the stars in your eyes
We are dancing we are flying
And she's/he's taking me back to the skies
I lie in the loneliness of evening
Looking out on a silver-flaked sea
And ask the moon
Oh how soon how soon
Will my love come home to me
Will my love come home to me"
"Caring is not an advantage" Sherlock said mostly to him self but secretly wanted Mycroft's approval.
Mycroft knew Sherlock wanted his approval but couldn't lie to his brother forever, especially not after last night. "It's not voluntary either" Sherlock looked up at his bother shocked and Mycroft just smiled and nodded as the pair started another song.