Chapter 11: Liber Decimus Part 1

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The tragedy of his most excellent & decorated

master defender of the weak meek

Lumus Novus Dominus

Liber Decimus Part 1

Fate, thou cruel Maiden.
Who canst decipher thee?
What seer speaks thy language?
How can the trained eye in crafts
Of divination & incantation
Regard tomorrow? What predictions of
Illnesses the body & mind will be
Subject to sans foretelling its cure?
Perchance, prophecy thou bringest
Peace to the beaten brains of reason,
Consoling the spirit of conviction.
Aye, brighter days are to come.
Deceiver of judgment! by thine ominous
Omens, thou tantalizes hope by some
Unclaimed prize.
Why dost thou feed my soul with fervent
Fear! Misguided compass, rose of
Cardinal winds, corrupter of morality.
Creator of anxious thoughts & made
Belief uncertainties.
Castaway celestial consternations.
Our earthly choices prescribe our actions.

‘Twas a late hour in the somber night,
When Lumus arrived where he had seen his light.
The flame, the will, his strength which kept him alive.
The garden of the Duke’s palace where Diane dost reside
Sans failure, forever expectant she was set.
Admiring the gardens from high balcony thereat.
Following one last time a ravens flight,
He recites a poem to his dame of white.

‘Late as usual, what excuse will thou exercise?’
Diane interrupted before Lumus a word concise.
‘Fool! I tarry on these hours of the night,
No reverence I receive, nor thou takest flight!
Spread thy silver wings & land upon my bosom.
Nest on my fertile precipice. Should some
Unexpected visitor disrupts us,
Take flight once again & return thus.

Make haste, be swift by thine wings of warm wax.
Let me embrace thee & as one find climax.
Lumus in his drunkenness & excitement,
Leaped afore his lady’s sight. Her words of enticement,
Caused a great desire in him. For his passion
Was unleashed in a foolish fashion.
Diane was petrified with horror & shame,
She had not known her husband to be, came.

Covering her partially exposed breasts she muttered;
‘My lord, to what honor do I owe…’ she suffered
To speak. ‘Such a pleasing visit my liege.
But my lord I implore, nay I beseech…’
Lumus interrupted her by whispering;
For long have I been this visit considering.
Speak truly my wife to be,
Art thou true? dost thou love me?

Diane gently smiled & softly responded;
‘I do, I love thee. I unto thee am bonded.
Thou art my husband to be, I chose thee
To share my life as thine wife. To me,
There is only one knight whom I love.
Truly I speak the heart & soul thereof.

If a liar I was to be, let the sun
Shut its iris, darkness consume & stun
This blessed land. May a curse befall
On New Corinth & wild flames devour us all.’
& Lumus climbed to that high balcony,
Where Diane awaited in secret agony.
Once he stood before her, Lumus stared
Into her eyes, kissed her softly, drew his sword

& placed it on the ground. He then knelt in prayer.
Unstrapping his collar plates, leaving his neck bare
Revealing various scars & cuts. He then removed
His pauldron, vambrace, the iron gauntlet fused
To his skin. As he removed his armor,
Lumus broke into tears; ‘This great ardor,
It can no longer be contained by this cage.
Golden chromed chains bind me from old age.

I denounce thee, I revoke thee, I break free from thee.’
At last, he removed his breastplate; ‘I am free’
He exclaimed. ‘Now sans the weight of my metal,
I yield unto thee. I will be gentle, my sweet petal.’
& the knight with his nude torso, embraced
A confused  but grateful Diane; ‘The chaste
Lumus is no more tonight, I accept thine invite.’
Thus he entered the darkroom as Diane under light,

Spotted a dark figure; ‘Too late my sweetheart.
Henceforth, we must grow apart.
Never we can meet again, hearing thy voice I would fain,
Now fly, that I may not see the likes of
Thee, vain Icarus, forevermore adieu love.’
Thus Icarus was dismissed away,
Followed by a sad raincloud of grey.

That night a knight’s chastity was given,
By a heart wounded & pain-stricken.
Diane gladly revealed, a path to pleasure
Which made Lumus forget any ill at her leisure.
New dawn arrived & a new Lumus met the light
Of another day. Holding Diane in her arms, the knight
Proclaimed his undying love now & forevermore.
Diane accepted this new life of love evermore.

‘Lord Lumus’ she whispered. ‘When we first met,
Thou sang a hymn of a certain Aztec prince & yet.
Thou never didst speak what was his crime.
Wilt thou, at last, reveal his secret this time,
What did he do in order to be exiled?’
Lumus smiled & replied; ‘The white one defiled
His sister Quetzalpetatl when her virginity
Was ta’en, cursed was he for breaking his chastity.’

To which Diane angrily asked; ‘Yesterday,
Thy sister & friend visited thee, May
I ask how was thine meeting my Lord?
Lumus rose & dressing said; ‘A word,
Fie, fie, fie we did not commit such indecencies.
She is my friend, construct not such scenes
In thy mind, I would not be here with thee
If any transgression hath occurred betwixt I & she.’

Decedent reader, that first encounter was certainly
Not the last, for Lumus heartily
Gave himself unto her many other nights.
But Lumus desires, those carnal rites.
No longer would satisfy his hunger.
In his castle a harem of both older & younger
Women & girls he congregated.
Where many perversions were consummated.

Thereafter Lumus would revoke his duties
& responsibilities, all for those beauties.
He drank gallons of beer & wine daily.
Smoked opium & tobacco greatly.
His state was in ruin & his debt grew.
He no longer hath pupils. They never knew
What his master’s new passion took hold of him.
He abandoned them one day on a whim.

The words of that princess, his sister
& dearest friend. Reverberated as her
Letter he would oft’ read a hundred times.
Questioning his masters & mother’s crimes.
‘Their encounters mark me a bastard.
How my spirit lies broken & shattered.
I can no longer be a knight, this profession
Is but my  life’s loathsome transgression.’

Behold noble reader, a new threat
Challenged New Corinth’s jeweled coronet;
Peace, harmony, riches & abundance.
As the people of New Corinth invoked
Their champion & wise Lord; Lumus the knight.
But lo! Who could presently save a dying light?
For their hero was not the same savior of the past.
Nay, he was an empty shell, a hollow cast.

The campaign to halt a mercenary army
It was a disaster, the knights of Lumus met a calamity.
& almost every worthy man found an untimely death.
Centaurus wrote in detail the knights' demise.
A sad account that brings tears to my eyes.
Due to its length & in honor of the fallen ones.
I shall write it sans rhyme. Await when it comes.

When the few survivors returned, disgraced
& humiliated. The crowd they could not face.
There a cart pulled by two black oxen carried
A wounded Lumus on the verge of death. Wearied
Beaten, bloody & missing his left eye.
The people received their savior with a mighty cry.
& chaos engulfed New Corinth, sans the aid
Of their hero, every citizen (who could) left, few stayed.

Those mercenaries would reach New Corinth
In ten days. Time in which in New Corinth,
Icarus assembled an improvised army to
Defend the city. Eventually, hope grew
In men which now viewed a new savior.
As for Lumus was deemed a failure.
Nevertheless, Lumus in mighty agony
United the few knights & guards to form a strategy.

‘Thus we have come to terms to defeat
Our enemies.’ Spoke Lumus. ‘Deceit
Is our ally & since they await resistance.
It is wise to hide our numbers & maintain distance’
Replied Icarus placing his hand on Lumus' shoulder.
A few years have elapsed, now a much older
Icarus stands, age suits thee well, maturity has at last
Reach thee, thou art a man. Gone & past

Is the reckless child innocent & unsure
Of his capabilities. Adversity thou canst endure,
Now worthy art thou, Icarus kneel;
Protect the weak, the meek, thy Lord, thy seal
Of honor & thyself. Henceforth I dub thy
New name; Apollodorus Sol Invictus. Rise & fly.’

Happy few are those who answered the calling.
Wretched souls condemned from dusk to morning,
To wander the earth in penance. Their eternal rest
Lies in one sole night in a city in the west.
Death itself withholds its scythe, as pestilence
Shall not find a host in the sons of excellence.
A strange enemy closes to the citadel,
As the bowels of the earth tremble to its core in hell.

Reader! How I wish to remain another hour with thee.
Anon, my health is deteriorating, my cataracts impede
the light to illuminate my eyes. My rough cough hinders
my voice to be heard.
Fear not my reader, my son will follow in my steps. He shall write what remains of this tale.
No more is Athanasius Aegypticus, but Pedro Martin Solano de Zaragoza y Guadalajara who departs from this world.
May the voice of Lumus reach thine ears by the grace of my muse & my hand. As for me, I commend my spirit to God almighty Amen.

Good Narrator I Jonathan Smith of Canterbury, heed to thine words, as I translate & print them on this noble language of our Queen & Anglo-Saxon ancestors Amen.

Part 1 finis.

Submitted: October 02, 2019

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