Detective Liam Niles: The Last Crusade by BONITA HIGHLEY - HTML preview

Month nine ….

Saren, full of child within her, and long locks of blondish brown hair flowing as she watches Tremen in full armor breastplate, gauntlets, and leg armor for prepared battle, goes to Tremen on horse, ties a ribbon around his arm for good luck, giving him a lingered kiss on his lips.

Tremen, in returned kiss. “You see now. No mud.”

Saren, tightens the ribbon tighter. “Keep safe for your return. Our daughter is depending on you.”

Tremen, giving her a double take, grins in joyful pride. Applying his a helmet moves onward to the tournament.

Saren once again, as she sees him move on, cradles their unborn child with her loving hand. Outside on the court tournament, sitting in his noble chair, Regan the Marquess, with his chosen personal attendant standing by his side as the two set judges on the side of his son, Reban, and on the other side of courtyard, squire Tremen Niles with his father, Detective Trey Niles and his uncle Detective Liam Niles, as the other two judges standing in the forefont near the Marquess. Pastor Connor Drake along with family and onlookers, to his commoners throughout in festival.

The Barron Dayron with wife, Sagen, sat as spectators.

Dayron, offering his popcorn to her.“I can’t wait to see the smashing results love.”

Brandy McKenzie arrived standing by her sister Breyen Niles, then sees Reban in the distance with a smile on her face.

Breyen seeing what she is smiling about. “Be careful of your love interests little sister. For Reban is competing with Tremen at the moment for Saren’s hand of matrimony. Take heart. It could take time to prove a winner.

Brandy watching Reban, sees him seeing her back in return, gives her his grin, she grins back to him.

Marquess Regan sat majestically in his special throne.

His Herald standing in the center of the crowd announced outloud. “Today is the day, of much anticipation. The Marquess son Reban Macron will challenge Squire Tremen Niles, to a game of Joust. A fight to the finish to win the affection and hand in marriage of Lady Saren Nollon! Now, I present to you. First course, round one! This tournament has commenced! May the best man Win!”

Bren, looking at Lauren.” Well, well. He already has given our Saren a title.” Tauna,Breyen, Brandy, Devon with William looking at each other in smirks.

Marquess Reban and Squire Tremen, taking their horses to each end of the tilt barrier aligning themselves.

The Participants: Two knights, each mounted on a horse and armed with a lance.

Tremen and Reban sitting with straight adamance upon their horses.Tremen staring at Reban, Reban staring at Tremen. Both men staring at each other, sternly focused as if to infiltrate each other’s minds into their strategicness. Their lances in their hands, sturdy, when ready.

The daring Herald stood in center on the tilt taking a white flag, raising it above his head, then whipped it downwards, yelling out. "Charge to the Knights"!!! Steadfastly jumping down from the tilt, running away from the tilt just in time to see the two men beginning their racing charging after each other Fast approaching center tilt, with first direct hit of their lances collided upon each other like a jolt of lightning, smashing both lances like fragile matchsticks stunning each other, slowed their pace, turned around to get back in line again.

The Herald come running back. “Second round!”

Trey handing another lance to him, Reban, with his.

Tremen focusing on Reban, Reban focused on Tremen, the herald whipping the flag down again as they’re second run, swiftly charging directly toward at each other with their lances of 7 feet in long Length apart boldly slamming with a direct hit in a crashing clash as their wooden lances of 2 pounds, splintering into pieces spewed around them.

Trey handing another lance to him. got back in line.The Herald, holding up three fingers. “ On third round of line up to the tilt. Charge to the knights!”

Tremen, in eagerness, seeing the herald strike down his flag, charging at Reban as Tremen’s attempt to strike his opponent to unhorse him. Striking his opponent in head on collision hitting his opponent’s shield breaking upon impact, splintering, shattering both their lances but to no avail to both.

The herald thrusting his hand the air. “Breaking even!”

Trey handing another lance to him. The herald enthralled. “In second course, round one! Gentlemen, Charge to Knights!”

Reban, already in place, running onward. Not giving any second chances, racing his horse toward Tremen, ramming his lance at his breastplate, Tremen, with unexpected full thrust of power against him, nearly knocking him half off his seat, immediately pulled back, paying attention to his opponate, then, with full focus, straightening back into his seat, moved ahead back in line.

Trey handing another lance to him.

The Herald, with such vigor of excitement, ran up to the commoners then the participants in game of battlement, with more proclamation. “Hear Ye-Hear-Ye!!! Once more! Are you ready for more!!! Second Course-Round two! Charge to the Knights"!!! He hollered outloud.

The two men, with none stop frenzy, charged diligently at each other. Tremen’s lance hitting hard into Reban’s lance, as the shattering pieces from both of their broken lances of long straws of splinters spewd across in the air, falling to the ground and everywhere around them, landing on the rough land.

“Time out for intermission! The Heald hollered out.

Liam, Trey going to him. Trey handing him water as Tremen gulped the cool liquid down his throat in heavy thirst. Liam giving him a new lance,

Liam,looks adamant at Tremen. “Right. Now on how to outwit him. Reban’s weakness will be is in his last moment of never taking his eyes off of you. Look Reban straight into his eyes, then swag your lance side to side at him as though Connor is placing a blessing. This will confuse him, then at last moment, hold your lance straight and upright again to blow him away.”

Tremen, returning to the end of the tilt, ready to resume.

The family watching in earnest wondering.

The herald returned. “And were back for course two, third round! Gentlemen, are you ready!? REEEESUME!!!!”

Reban, Tremen,waiting for the Heralds signal, once again with no hesitance, swiftly moving forward with a wham-slammed- direct hitting each other sending them both to the ground.

Liam,with bit lip, wincing his browed eyes of missed opportunity as he and Trey keeping careful watch over him as they saw Tremen and Reban taking their lances, getting back up onto their horses, realigning their lances to the arms, once again to the starting point, the herald yelled out, SECOND COURSE-ROUND THREE as they whipped their reins as their horses galloped down the side of the tilt. Once again, both clashing with no results.

A third course into three rounds came and gone of smashing their lances at each other, like the heat of the day like thunder in the air. Then as the Herald announcing out loud to the crowd, “The fourth course and final third round! Gentlemen! Charge to knights!”

Tremen recalling his Uncle’s stratigic advice, ‘to swag your opponant’, as he signaled his horse to quickly move forward in great momentum, his lance unwavering straight as he fastly approached his opponate, his eyes fixed upon his opponant’s eyes, then, at last minute, swaggers his lance side to side in trickery, as Reban, for a moment in time, losing his focus, then Tremen, straightening out his lance, upon a foot of each other, with a direct thrusting hit in such intense magnitude, his tip of his lance hitting directly at Reban’s chest, as Reban losing the grip of his lance, as it fell from his hand, then losing his balance, falling off his horse crashing hard onto the ground.

The Herald, in such excitement,thrusts himself upon the center of the tilt, raising the white flag above his head. The winner-Squire Tremen Niles, has won!!!”

Tremen, looking at his Father Trey and Uncle Liam, raised his hand in victory!

Liam and Trey raised their hands back to him in pride!

Bren Tuana, Lauren, along with Devon, Breyen, William and Saren, seeing his victory hollered out in joy with huge hugs in celebration. “AHHH-HE DID IT!! HE WON!!!!”

Barron Dayron grabbing Sagen in loud cheer. “HE DID IT! HE SMASHED HIM GOOD!!! AAHHAA!!!” His wife smiling with him.

Reban, taking a look at his father, the Marquess Regan not pleased with his son, looked at him with grueling unsettled disappointment.

Reban, getting back up onto his feet, seeing his father’s disgrace of him, swiftly treading to his father, taking his father’s sword, began treading over to Tremen, then in fury, taking his unforgiving hands, pulling Tremen’s foot out from the sturrup, then with a hard slamming wham of his hands upon him, aggressively pushing him down to the ground.

The Marquess Regan, stood in watching in possible regained victory, retained.

Barron Dayron, swiftly to his feet, grabbing the railing in alert. His wife joining him.

Liam,swiftly on guard with Trey, as Trey, extracting his sword from his scabbard, quickly taking his sword to Tremen, tossing it to him to arm himself, as Tremen quickly retrieves the sword, turning to see Reban fast approaching him.

Tremen and Reban, both charging with their dualing swords at each other as though still jousting towards each other, at a foot apart, they swung their swords at each other, Reban hurling his sword at Tremen’s sword, as Tremen parried his sword at Reban’s, then Tremen’s sword whacking hard with full force at Reban’s sword with rightful vengeance.

Clashing their blades against each other in non stop, embattlement, Tremen, swinging his sword in his fury at his opponate with one goal in mind. To win the honor of his prize. What he fought so hard for all these months in training, the woman he loves, who carries his child within her, as he swung his fast and furious last hit upon Reban, whacking him down to the ground as Tremen, with blood and sweat of gallantly claims his final victory, once again has WON!!! With heavy breath, he begins his unsteady way back to his family.

Regan Marquess, seeing his son’s defeated position, stood in denial, goes to him,taking up his sword, aggressively goes after Tremen in brutal intent, about to swing his sword at him.

Saren, seeing the threat upon Tremen, in such too much to bare agony as she notices her sudden breakage of wetting running down her legs. Her eyes widen in disbelief. “Oh no! OHHH NOOO!!!!”

Devon, Breyen and Brandy, seeing Tauna with Lauren quickly going to her, joined. Dayron and Sagen Nollen seeing their plight, with The Crouse’s, immediately left the seating to help them, as they brought Saren back home and into her bed, in heavy labor pains, prepping her up.

Bren, in reassurance. “Calm yourself Saren. Your water has broken. The baby is about to be born. There is nothing you or anybody can do at this point but to deliver this baby!”

Saren whimpers in labor pains as she struggles to see outside her bedroom window of the Marquess Regan about to take a swipe at Tremen.”NO, no, this can’t be

happening.TREMEN!!!”

Liam and Trey, seeing Marquess Regan going after Tremen, Trey, stood adamant warning to his son. “TREMEN!! IN-COMING!!!”

Tremen, hearing his father’s warning, quickly veered to his side seeing the Marquess about to strike him, Tremen, swiftly hurled his sword back at him in defense, Trey and Liam on standby, watches, Tremen striking with his one last mighty direct hit upon him with a mighty blow at Regan’s legs as the marquess falls to his knees in lost defeat.

Saren screaming out her last scream as the loud cry of a baby girl fills the room among them all. Everyone hearing the cry, looked at Tremen, as Tremen,looking at his father, taking his sword with him back to Saren’s room.

Reban, looking upon his father in disgust and as though in finished business, moved onward.

As they entered into the room, Saren, dripping in sweat upon her face, but joy in her expression, held the child in her arms. Tremen goes to her, bends down to see his new daughter, the family gathering around them.

Reban, coming short of the door.

The Barron Dayron, the first to see him, standing in warning looking at him, Liam and Trey, Inspector Crouse, like guards, stood adamant. Tremen, giving him a warnful look. Reban, seeing the child in such loving arms, gave a forgiving look. “You have a daughter. My pride would have been. I shall be leaving now. Godspeed to you Tremen. Winner of the tournament.” As he turned to leave , walking down the corridor, he once again stops to see Brandy McKenzie, but with a spark in his eyes for her. “It is done. And my agreement with Saren has been officially nullified.”

Brandy, with supplies of baby clothing likewise, stops to reciprocate it back to him. “They do love each other.”

Reban, tilt his head down then up. “Yes, I know.” Seeing her compassion for him, goes to her. “Pehaps one day we shall see each other again. But on better circumstances.”

Brandy, following his eyes upon her with her eyes upon his. “Perhaps one day soon.”

Reban concurred. “And your father is a pastor of his own church.”

Brandy with smile concurred. ‘Yes.”

Reban, taking her hand, kissed upon it. “I must go now.”

Brandy smiled at him, seeing him leave, goes forward entering back into Saren and tremen’s room.

Pastor Connor intering into the room,with birth certificate, with marriage certificate goes to them. “Squire Tremen and maiden Saren, The power invested in me, I now declare you, husband and wife. Tremen and Saren Niles!”