Later that evening….
Dayn, came walking in the foyer, stops.
Tauna, just coming in for her duties, sees him, suddenly stops
to ponder.
Dayn stood in place. “Miss Tauna Drake. We meet once
again.”
Tauna, staying in place. “Dayn McConol. I didn’t think you
survived the last fight with my husband. And you will address
me as Lady Tauna Drake.”
Dayn, in surprise mode. “Lady Drake? Well done Tauna. Your
father must be proud of this achievement. And how is your
mother these days?”
Tauna, in caution. “What is it this time that you want,
slithering around my castle, the snake that you are. And while
my dearly departed husband who just became deceased from
his too deep of wounds from battle last night, he is in there,
the sanctuary room, laying on his own effigy stone. And I his
wife am about ready to pay my last respects to a man I love so
much. How dare you come into my presence on a day like
this, you vile man.” She snapped at him.
Dayn squinted his disbelieving eyes. “What do you mean,
departed?”
Tauna every so slowly, stepped closer to him. “ You should be
lucky that I’m still lady enough to direct you into my late
husband’s presence to say goodbye. But very well then.
Come, see for your self.” She escorted him. Opened the
sanctuary door, walking inside, continued her casual, but
dreary pace until she approached the block of stone alter, his
body lay straight and still, his hands lay across his body.
Dayn, following her inside, keeping pace stood by her side
seeing for himself, the body of a one time much daring
detective, now rests in peace in his own demise. She looked at
him. “ You see he is there. Now, I request of you to give him
your last respects that is well deserve.”
Dayn, unrepentant. “Forgive me Lady Tauna. I am sorry for
your sorrow of your departed husband, but you must
understand that he finally met his match, losing his life in the
battle. But I deeply feel your pain in my condolences. But also
to remind you of your father’s previous agreement of our
prearranged marriage. And now that he is gone, there is
nothing to keep us from it now. And I have the secret
knowledge to the one that has roamed these hallways. I can
snatch this beast as it comes soon.”
Tauna, with sly glances at him. “Very well then. But only after
your lay your hand of oath upon my dear departed husband in
acknowledgement to him that you are ready to take over as
he once was, as it were, as beneficiary of Chivalry Chapel from
his establishment.”
Dayn, veered quickly at her. “His Establishment?”
Tauna looked at him straight. “Yes. My father gave him half
ownership as he so deserved after he fought King Edwin and
won me back making me his wife, as reward.”
Dayn, amused. “Did he?”
Tauna, cracked a sly smile. “Yes. You are the perfect fit. Go on,
place you hand upon him. Say your vow of oath to him.”
Dayn, with a sly smirk, steps up to Detective Liam Niles body,
ever so slowly taking his hand, lays it upon his body his chest
of oath to him. “There you go old mate. Don’t worry. Just as I
have told you in the beginning when you first came. I will
have Chivalry Chapel, Lady Tauna, will take my hand in
marriage. Just like it should have been. All..those..years..ago.
And now it is my rightful duty from Sir Blackwood’s coat of
arms to take your place. Don’t worry. I have come this far. I
have it all…planned ….out. You see. The beast within these
castle walls will strike just as I ordered it too.”
Tauna quickly veered at Dayn with serious acknowledgement.
Dayn reshifted his pose. “ I now declare Chivalry Chapel as
my own to claim, at this moment- right now.” He slyly
grinned.
Tauna, gazing upon Liam.
Suddenly, Liam directly opened his eyes, moved out of
position, quickly taking his strong hands to grip Dayn’s arm in
action, yanking him across his body, then taking his other
hand, giving a swift karate chop across his back , flipping him
onto the other side of the alter, Dayn landing onto his chest to
the floor, Liam, swiftly lifted off the stone alter, taking his
black booted foot, whacking it hard unto Dayn’s back,
applying a crushing blow pushing down hard entrapping him
to the cold stone floor. “NOW. You answer my questions
correctly. Do exactly as I tell you. And with correct answer
your penance shall be pardoned. Give me the name of your
compadre that works for you.” He adamantly demanded, with
gritted teeth.
Dayn, struggling on the floor to move. “I know NOTHING!”
Liam, grit his mouth tighter as he applied even more pressure
to his back. “Answer me!” He forced for more answers.
Dayn, gritting his own teeth in pain.
Tauna went to Liam’s side looked down at Dayn. “Oh for love
of god, for once. Do the right thing. You have the power to
stop this NOW!”
Dayn, in agony. “Give me my rights as descendant to Sir
Blackwood, the acknowledgement of his coat of arms of
Chivalry Chapel and I will give the answer.”
Pastor Connor taking steps towards them. “ He is right Tauna.
The ownership he is referring to was the very sword belonging
to Sir Blackwood. It is true and he has that right to claim it.”
Bren, taking steps after Connor. “And I know where the sword
is.”
Tauna, looking at her father, then her mother, then back to
Liam.
Liam, with held stance. “Right! We will do this the democratic
way. You will retrieve your sword to help us defeat this beast
of yours, then leave this chapel for good. Is that clear?!”
Dayn, no longer struggling. “You have my solemn oath!”
Pastor Connor admonished a look of mercy to Liam. “We must
prepare for this beast’s arrival.”
Trey standing at the door. “I’m ready when you are big
Brother.”
Liam, taking a lingered look at his younger brother, smirk in
sly. Taking his foot off Dayn’s back.
Dayn, ever so slowly arose from the floor, straightened out.
Liam gave Dayn a warnful look to his side. ”Right. You’ve
always been good at being wise as a serpent. I’m keeping my
eye on you. One false move from you, and I’ll stomp so hard
on that slithering tail of yours, you will regret it. Is that clear?.
Now, let’s move into the sanctuary. We have a very unsavory
guest about to arrive.. Mind your wits. Now move.”
Pastor Connor led the way entering into the sanctuary, a
gathering of 20 priest and pastors filled the room.
Liam, gently taking Tauna’s arm. “Right. Tauna, stay close to
me. Trey you know what to do, stand by. Connor, Sir. Please
take your place, Bren, as you were. Dayn, stay where I can see
you.”
Pastor goes to his alter, prepares his notes.
Bren, taking her place in her chair in front of Connor.
Pastor Connor at his best. ”Good day everyone and welcome
to Chivalry Chapel. I am pleased to see all my friends and
colleagues. This is a joyful time for us all in fellowship. Before
we proceed I’d like to invite the volunteers to partake in
passing the communion plate to each row.
Two boys, taking a tray each, standing at each end of row,
handing the tray to the first person, as the first pastor takes
the mini cup of dark grape juice into his fingers, then passing
it to the next pastors, so on forth to the end of the row, the
boys onward to the other rows, until the last cup was given.
Pastor Connor, taking up his own cup recited scripture:
And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to
them, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this in
remembrance of me.” In the same way, after the supper he
took the cup, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my
blood, which is poured out for you.” Places the cup to his
mouth, receives the swig to swallow. The pastors, as followed.
Pastor Connor stood tall. “I will begin by saying there’s much
rejoicing for all of us. To be one with one another gathered
here. I look forward in our time together.”
A visiting pastor stood up abruptly.” Pastor Drake! Move,
before it gets you!”
Pastor Roger, veered at Connor of pre acknowledgement.
Pastor Connor veers at him, then at another. “Pastor Michael,
Brother, are you ok?”
Pastor Michael, swiftly went to him in flinging his arms around
seemingly in protection of him from a unseen beast.
Two men from the congregation went to him in lending
calming, taking him into another room.
Liam, with a questionable frown.
Pastor Connor resumed. “Right. As I was saying.”
Another pastor, leaps from his chair. “Get away from me!”
The pastors sitting around him look to see but see nothing. “
Brother Adam, are you ok? Calm yourself, there’s nothing
there!” Placing their hands on him.
Trey looks at Liam
Liam peers at Trey sharing each other’s stare.
Inspector Crouse, on time, walk inside the room, goes to
Liam’s side to observe the unusual scene.
Another pastor stands, ready to run away from an unforeseen
unknown. “Everyone leave the building at once! We’re under
attack!!! They’re flying everywhere!”
Pastor Connor, in his growing no nonsense demeanor. “
Brother Peter. There IS NOTHING HERE BUT Us. SIT DOWN!”
Pastor Peter dart from his chair-dashing away in irrationality.
Liam, Inspector Crouse grab unto him, Trey followed them,
holding the pastor in place. His cup he held in his hand, fell to
the floor. The grape juice spilling unto the tutor printed
carpet, with a visible white substance still inside the cup. Liam
and The inspector look straight at each other inquisitively.
Inspector Crouse, pulling out a latex glove from his jacket,
placed it onto his hand, took a sample in between his fingers,
taking a closer look to see. “It’s in the grape juice they drank.
They’re being drugged!”
Liam, in angry compassion “Right take him were he’s safe.”
Takes his step to Dayn. ” What is this game you’re playing. Is
the whole congregation next?!”
Dayn. Just as questionable. “This is not the same as I
instructed. He is playing this game against me also.”
Liam, glared at him. “He. Who is this man?!”
Dayn, kept silent.
Liam, with snarling teeth, grabbed his coat hard with his bare
hands. ”Answer me!”
Dayn, in plain voice. “He is here. He sits among them.”
The rest of the visiting pastors getting up from seats leaving,
walking around them to the foyers door then left.
Liam, pushes him away with a jolt. “And twenty pastors
leaves, one left” He turns from him, sees one man still sitting
in the pews.
Dayn follows his view. “ The man’s a traitor to me. I will deal
with him myself. Bren. My sword please.”
Bren, moving away from them, she fetch his sword from the
wall, bringing to him.
Dayn looked upon his word. ”So it’s been here all this time.
How clever of you to keep it in such finery.” He takes the
sword into his own hand. “Here I go.”
Liam, sly. “It will be my pleasure to see you go down with him,
by all means-go.”
Dayn, taking his weapon. “ Though you say. With honor, I shall
fight my own enemy, until the last strike of his demise.” He
walks away from them, prepares his sword in battle, walking
towards the enemy, he takes up his sword.” You have
betrayed me. You will betray me no more. You will have no
second chance. I have come In the name of Sir Blackwood. I
have reclaimed my rightful honor as his descendant. It’s my
pleasure to come to destroy you. I will have Chivalry Chapel,
even if with my last breath.”
The beast, a man, in his black robe appearance, as the beast
rose from his chair, turns to him in evil smirk prepared for
battle, taking a hard swipe at him at his side.
Dayn hollered out in much pain, losing his balance, but
regaining once again as he swung his sword at his opponent,
with harder gritted teeth.
The beast, lunges his sword at him.
Dayn, parries his sword against his sword, blocking him, then
lunges his sword right into the beast’s gut, then sees him fall
to the floor-game over! Then taking his hand, he touched his
side to see his own blood from his own body. Looks at Tauna
as estranged.
Tauna, Liam, seeing his fate before them, as he falls to the
floor, sprawls like a slithering snake, entering into the
chancery , pulls himself up just enough to see the imaged face
depiction of Sir John Drake, placed his hand of oath upon the
effigy. “In the name of my ancestor, Sir Blackwood, I now
declare my rightful coat of arms of Chivalry chapel.” In heavy
breath, he smiles slyly in victory, then falls to the floor into his
own demise.
Liam, standing in protection of his family, keeping his eyes on
him, once again gives his own look of the valiant kneeling
knight. His family as if looking over his shoulder, looks onward
in quiet closure of solace.