"I appreciate the offer, Sir Winston, but my primary concern at the moment is saving what I can of my face. Further, I have not had a sexual urge in over fifty years."
"The hickleberry root would take care of that, my boy, but let me not detain you from the medical aid you so urgently require. On your way out, H.R., kindly send in the chambermaid. I am feeling quite randy at the moment."
Grinning, Churchill waved his famous two finger V sign for victory as Trumpleflush tottered off to seek out medical care. That was the last time Churchill and Trumpleflush saw each other. Sir Winston began work in earnest on his memoirs and Trumpleflush retired to his study and rarely ventured out as he was monstrously disfigured and frightened small children and horses and distracted drivers of all manner of vehicles causing accidents wherever he went.
As for Rachel Ballantine, she gave birth eight and a half months after Luther's death. As Luther's son also carried the bloodlines of Queen Victoria and Baron Nathan von Rothschild, it was taken from her and raised in a remote castle with a moat in northern Switzerland. Rachel died a penniless pauper a few years later, and as to the fate of her semi royal offspring, that may be hidden in other secret files as there are said to be more documents written in Classical Medieval Mandarin, but since the deaths of Yew Flung Dung, the two Chinese scholars, and Sir Trumpleflush, there is no one left in the world to translate them.
Will we ever be privy to the secrets contained in those documents? Perhaps someday we may know, or then again, we may never know, for who among us can say if we will ever know or not ever know, for indeed, neither is the knowing or the not knowing something we can unequivocally know ... or not know.
However, there is one thing we do know which is when it comes to the true origins of wars, we, the commoners, don't know didly squat, or how to get our hands on hickleberry root.