Chapter 13: Liber Decimus Part 2

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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 2



May the muses spirit guide this sorrow.
In my hands a pen I follow.
May my father’s spirit pleas’d be.
By this story grand finale.
Dreams of unspeakable horror;
Gorgons & gargoyles. Titans tortured
For all eternity.
Griffins & seraphs circulating the sky.
I bring news of a great battle.
I write of blood spilled & bodies
Left for the beasts to devour.
I bring light to lies,
Deceptions brought by a thousand lamentations.
I yield forth bitter fruits of revenge,
No mortal being should ever taste.
I bring an end to Lumus Novus Lux Dominus tale.


 

Noble lector as to describe I attempt,
The mayhem ‘fore them rose.
Immense army standing ‘fore city walls.
Banners, colors swaying free.
Ocean endless touch’d by wind.
Lances proudly poised to the blue sky.
Appearing as forest on hills side.
All kingdoms of the world appear’d.
Raising their arms ready, cast chaos old.
As the endless ranks harbor’d.
Men of any & every nations;
Persians, Armenians, Abzakhians. 
Gaza, Giza, Bedouins, Ghurians.
Zaporizhian Cossacks, Edessa, Libyans.
Archers of Yemen & Scythians.
Rumors had spread to world corners.
A knight ready their lands to conquer.
From Jerusalem to Varanasi.
Fear spread throughout lands near & afar.
A new crusade was set!
A new Mongolian Emperor Corsea beget!
Tales of horror were heard,
How single handed a race he erased.
Thus, the assault began as thunderous roars,
A thousand lions fierce.
Made the walls quake & crumbled stone.
Bricks & rocks shattered violently.
Chaos erupted magnificently.
Those warriors of distant lands,
Armed themselves with rare weapons.
The very arms that brought Constantinople
Proud, to its praying knees.
Weapons in the likeness of Phoenixes,
Dragons, griffins, bulls & serpents
That breath fire & metal.
Artifacts which robbed the world
Of its long peace.
Waiting patiently, confined within.
A very small band of guards & knights.
Commanded by Lumus dying light.
Readied themselves to confront
The menacing army.
Lumus removing his helm, addressed the men;
‘Defenders of righteousness, loyal men
To Museapolis. In your eyes lies a fear
That could rob the faith of any man.
Strength may fail us, your knees tremble.
Your hands are sweating, I scarcely hear
Orisons & prayers under breath’
he then removed his eye patch,
Revealing a socket, where once his eye lived.
‘Tell me fellow brethren,
Dost thou see fear in my eye?
Do you hear hesitation in my voice?
Are not this knees firm on the ground?
I had my will, freedom, my light
Sacrificed for this citadel.
Now brethren of the blade.
I would gladly yield my life for what I hold dear.
Alone I can not do it.
My strength of stone, can not endure
The wild waves, crashing ‘gainst the shore.
I implore thee, lend me thine strength,
Courage & fortitude!’
Then every soldier present their sword uplifted.
To the sound of cheers Lumus beat his shield.
‘Let us assume our place,
The strategy of the ancient ones.
The warrior Spartan culture,
Make Leonidas & his soldiers,
Smile beyond the river Styx.
Open the gate, lower the bridge!’
A swarm of warriors flooded
Through that one single opening.
Alas, prepared were their opposing force.
A wall stood firmly, halting their advance.
Built by every shield as a brick &
Every lance as a quill.
Of that armored porcupine.
Many attempted to break through,
Only to be greeted by a lance or sword.
Thus, every foo whom doth attempt
To break through that barricade,
Was promptly dismissed dead.
But as a warrior fell, three more took their place.
Never tiring, never yielding.
They tore & broke a single spot.
Lord Lumus gave the order away;
‘Disarm, at ease!’
& the shields as a curtain fell,
For the Arquebus fusiliers
To open fire away.
Reassured once again, that curtain
Was raised & the battle resumed.
& from the highest towers in defense.
An unknown commander assembled.
A small band of archers,
Lead they were by some master
Toxophilite.
Their attack caused much commotion
Among enemy ranks.
So much, their cannons concentrated
Their fire upon those towers.
Every minute passed
In slow longevity,
Every second passed as in a day.
As their defense grew weaker.
No Apollodorus gave a sign for relief.
‘Where art thou reinforcements?
No more we may hold our cause.
If that knight gives no support.’
Yonder green fields beyond the wall.
Came a mighty horn call.
Then three, ten, a hundred,
A thousand strong echoed through.
Soldiers sent from the Polish-Lithuanian
Commonwealth.
Aided were they by three hundred
Knights of the Bavarian order.
& of not forgetting to rally,
The Guelph riders of Tuscany.
The many nations unsuspected,
Inclined themselves to defense.
As their attack lost momentum.
Lumus & his valiant knights
Repelled & broke their advance.
Outside the city gates,
Having fresh reinforcements at hand.
The victory was secured
On New Corinth’s side.
‘Triumph!’ exclaimed Lumus & his knights.
Witnessing the cavalry raze
The enemies ranks.
But lo! Once prisoners were captured.
& their voices were translated.
Apollodorus learnt of the reason
Of their siege.
Lumus, the devil of the west,
As he had become to be known.
Was meant to die in the attack.
For New Corinth, nothing less they cared.
‘Lumus had betrayed New Corinth
To this foreign crown, he
Offered our mighty citadel
For all the kingdoms of the world!’
& Apollodorus rode to encounter
Lumus, celebrating merriments.
‘Apollodorus! My sun, my jove!
Come brother to my arms.
Let me embrace thine soul.
Thou art truly our hero.
On this blessed day,
Songs shall be sung, paintings
Displayed & monuments erect.’
But Apollodorus gave no sign
Of joy, his reply was;
‘Be gone fiend, I know thee not.
Captain, arrest this man.’
Among turmoil & great commotion.
Soldiers, knights & guards alike,
Questioned, wrestled, fought careless.
Why their hero was condemned?
‘Lumus sold your lives for his sake,
Gambled our peace his wealth.
& in some arid dessert of some far land.
Serve his lord under an undying sun.
Here is this hero, who cares no more
Than for his own well being.’
Sombre silence held the voices,
The shouts, cries, allegations.
No more there was opponent,
That could ever defend his saviour.
‘Traitor!’ ‘Demon!’ ‘Fiend!’
Alas, the crowd resounded with hate
Whom mere moments adored & praised.
‘May he rot in jail! Painful must be his
Punishment, deceiver!’
With glad tidings, they gave away their master.
To those cries Lumus merely responded.
‘Just as thou held faith in me,
I shall abide to our costumes.
I believe in lady justice to set me free.’
He was escorted away from the celebrations.
Into some dark & damp prison cell,
He was throwed.

Where no light brought warmth.
Where no ear heard his voice.
Where not a single torch guided his way.
Indeed that was his personal hell.
His titles were revoked.
His lands confiscated.
His gold & spoils of war
Taken by the crown.
Once the wealthiest knight
Of many lands near & afar.
He became the lowest on earth.
For many months said hole
Became his home.
The place where lived a forgotten legend.
No visitor ever came to alleviate
His punishment, no one came to his aid.
No contact from the exterior world
Did he receive, no man ever remembered him.
Except one night, the guard of his cell.
Brought him some hard bread & wine.
Gifts he had been instructed
To deliver to the captive man.
Lumus devoured the bread,
When in his mouth he tasted
A piece of paper.
Whilst he removed it from his stuffed mouth.
He spat waxy seal & recognized
What was left of it,
From his dear friend in the East.
‘My most excellent Lord.
Servant of our sole king.
May ye receive this letter
Most graciously & hear
With an attentive ear,
What I write unto thee.
The people of thine kingdoms
Have rebelled & are in their way
To New Corinth to murder thee.
Flee, flee ‘fore be too late.
New Corinth is lost.
But as thou art the son of the lord
Duke, thou may retake New Corinth,
At thine leisure.
Rise thine army & as a savior
Liberate thine city & claim
Thine first victory for our King.
That shalt be thine first reward.
‘Til then, let us meet as accorded
& flee on new morrow.’
Lumus dismissed said letter
Away, ‘til he was captivated
By that single line;
‘Son of the Duke,
The son of the Duke of New Corinth.
Alastor, Duke of New Corinth.
He is my father, I am his bastard son.
Lucius was only my mentor.
Lo! What relief! What joy!
Anon, halt thine merriment Lumus.
If lord Alastor is thine father.
Then this future wife of mine,
Is none other than my half sister.
Nay this must be wrong,
This letter hast to be wrong.
Merciful heavens, this knowledge
Curses me forevermore!
This understanding strikes me
Dumb! A bastard! & an incestuous villain!
I, Lumus Novus Lux Dominus!
His lamentations echoed through
The cold & humid walls.
Of those catacombs he was imprisoned.
Cries of woe & of ire
Filled the putrid air where not even
The guards could hear him.
How now, the mighty Lumus.
The victorious Lumus.
The stone of truth & of virtues.
Collapsed to the wet ground.
Obliterated & destroyed.
His mind, his senses, there were
No more of use.
What the sword, lance, mace,
Hammer, war, the very elements
Of nature, nor raw
Ferocity of mighty brute
Were ever able to do;
Words, mere words had Lumus
Toppled & collapsed from his
Uppermost realms of triumph.
‘Rememberest thou that solemn hymn,
Thou sang merrily to fair Diane?
Thine sister Diane?
Whispered a voice in his left ear,
As he laid broken on the ground.
Quetzalcoatl, the king god of
The Mexica, whom unknowingly
In his drunkenness, broke his
Vow of chastity, he slept
With his sister as the story goes.
Canst thou recall her name?’
But Lumus made no movement at all.
‘Quetzalpetatl’
Thine precious Quetzalpetatl.
The very same who thou didst
Claim to be thine love.
& for whom thou would braid
The molten stone  after traversing
Pluto’s realm.
Well, thou art half way there.
Lord Lumus, ye knew, even from the first gaze
Into her eyes, you knew whom she was.
When thou didst gaze into her eyes.
Ye knew the secret bond betwixt her & you.
Yet, Lumus didst nothing.
Said of nothing, questioned nothing.
But indulged in thine ignorance.
Now here lies the drachma,
Thou must pay the ferryman.
How happy are the Spartans
To see thine arrival.’
On his right ear came another voice.
‘They lied, they kept the truth
All these years for their benefit.
They sought to gain a petty coin.
& you laboured most earnestly.
Behold, how rich you made them.
How powerful has New Corinth become.
How now their magnus Duke, thine father.
Thine judge & executioner, revokes
His clemency for thee.
Apollodorus, whom thou named knight.
Forget him not, now this glory is his.
The fame, the gold, thine love.
Dost thou hate them?
Dost thou despise them?
Abhor those wretched vipers.
End them all, raise your army.
Make of New Corinth a New Troy.
‘Enough! No more! This is beyond
Any torture I can endure.’
Rose Lumus as he exclaimed.
When before him stood, two figures;
A woman hiding her countenance
Under some old worn robs,
Sawed with owl feathers & eagle claws.
‘I am sorrow, Lumus’
A man holding a scythe, wearing
A tigers skin for garments.
Vowed & said; ‘& I am Ire my lord,
His counterpart.’
They stood in proud posture
& in unison as a single voice spoke;
‘We have prepared our lord Lumus,
The final resolution of
The Tragedy of Troilus & Criseyda’
This was a mockery of Ire & Sorrow.
My father briefly wrote how,
Lumus & Diane entreated
Themselves portraying the two lovers.
Faith my lector, I know not
What was the fate of my fathers
Writings. He had them delivered
Safely to some unknown remittent.
I speak the truth when I say,
I know the tale of Lumus merely
From the untranslated manuscripts,
I currently hold in my possession.
The tragedy of Troilus & Criseyda.
Although a popular minor play
In the days of my father.
(Fifteen years ago since his passing)
Today, such play has been but forgotten.
I knew my father held a copy in
His library. However, shortly after
His departure from this world.
Authorities confiscated those books.
& burned what they considered salacious.
Immoral to our moral codes of conduct.
Therefore, what my father wrote
& the very dim lines which I translated
With great difficulty from Greek.
Its all that remains to be heard.

The Tragedy Of Troilus & Criseyda.

Final Act Final Scene
 

Troilus: Forth worthy soldiers what
Fine day is today to spill
Athenian blood.
(Missing lines)

Trojan Soldier: & Spartan, Rhodanian
Cretan & Achaean
Sans failing those of
Ionian & Aeonian
Boetian & Cephalonian.

They charge forward to the enemy ranks.
The soldiers amazed for the ferocity of
Troilus stand back & observe in awe
& fear. As he cuts down through the enemy line.


Trojan Soldier 2: Our goodly Prince, he
Fights with the strength of lions.
Fierce & unstoppable.
Willing & unafraid.
His sword art his claws.
His lance aids him, as his
Fangs would any beast.
How he mauls enemies.
Not even Achilles
Could match our Troilus.
 

Unknown Character: Forget not his brother
‘Tis said he is at arms
Weighing mortal combat
Against Achilles & the
Myrmidons. Fear not, good
Hector shall prove victor.

Chorus: Moirai had pulled thine thread.
Upon this written day.
 The prophecy dost lay,
Thine untimely death.
This battle your last breath.
(Unintelligible)
Anon, here approaches
Good Diomedes.

Diomedes: Art thou (Missing)
May this combat ever be,
Entertainment to the
Spirits above & damned souls
Below our trotting
Tired feet (Missing)
May our contention
Be heard through all of
Eternity & beyond.

(Missing)

Chorus:Lo! What is this broch
Which hangs proudly from his
Breastplate? Most noble prince.
Hear this, Diomedes
Had robbed it from Criseyde’s
Ripe bosom. Has it now?
Given away willingly ?






Troilus: (Missing)
 Art thou Diomedes?
By the gods answer me.
If thou be indeed.
 This sport of ours
Shall cease & henceforth
With all my might fight
As a true man in pain.
 

Diomedes:(Missing)

Troilus becomes enraged. His blows turn heavier & inconsistent. Easily he overcomes his adversary who is bleeding
On the ground from a flesh wound,

Troilus is about to murder Diomedes. When Criseyda arrives & shelters Diomedes with her own body.


Criseyda: If thine strikes
Were to be true.
& this cursed profession
Trojan soldier, was
To rob me of my love
Then strike us both down.
For I swear I would kill
Myself to free my spirit.
& follow after the steps
Of my beloved Diomedes.

Sorrow visible only to Troilus whispers on hi ear.
(Missing)

Troilus: (To sorrow) My helmet she can not
Recognize my visage
If my helm covers my face.
Surely when she beholds
Her true & only love,
Outside those city walls, she will
Remember her Troilus,
To whom she swore undying
Loyalty & would certainly
Live a happy life
In our sacred palace
After Trojan victory.

He removes his helmet. Confused he addresses her.


Troilus: Do you not recognize
Me my love?
I awaited patiently
For your letters high above
The sentinel towers, day after night.
The soldiers would mock me
Naming me the sorrowful
Troilus, lord of the wall.
Methought some Greek hand had
Kept thee captive under
Some severe punishment
But now, why call him your
Beloved Diomedes?
Why have you become his shield?
Look upon thee how you shed
Frightened tears of passion.
Whom art thou? My Criseyda?
Or this wounded Diomedes?

Criseyda: I pray mighty Troilus
Merci by thy princely
Title whom I shower
With extols & honors.
I implore thee, kill him not.
He is what I hold most dear.
If thy rage be true.
If the rumors of thine
Bloodthirst madness art
Indeed veritas. I pray,
Slay the both of us.
Stain thine blade with
Our blended blood.

Sorrow approaching Troilus.

Sorrow:  She knows you not, she
Has indeed forgotten
The love of Troilus. See
How her eyes reveal terror.
See, how her lips tremble.
How the poor creature quakes.

Ire:Strike them both, strike true.
Feel the rage boiling
Thine very blood. Aye,
These tears are hot. They burn
The royal flesh of thine bones.
Avenge this insult
Fulfill their wish & cut
The two lovers now!
 

‘Enough!’ halted Lumus their scene.
‘I can no longer bare to witness,
How you portray the moment Troilus
Heart was broken.
Why are you revealing these scenes?’
In that instant the two figures disappeared
& man dressed in red garments wearing
Around their neck the holy cross
Requested a conference with Lumus.
I dare not write of his torture.
But all I could ever print on paper
Would be, how he was cut, burned, bled.
In order to make him confess.
He spoke of it all; His crimes against
The brutes, his barbarity.
His friend’s proposal
To command armies afar.
How he abused the alcohol.
How much tobacco he smoked.
How many dames he deflowered.
& other crimes so vile, makes
My stomach twist & turn.
Including the most grotesque of all;
‘Encamped in wilderness,
Isolated from any human eye.
Our provisions ran low.
Having no access to bread.
Having no strength to haunt.
We opted to kill our prisoners.
We ate of their flesh as wild game.
Sans realization, we had become animals.
We were savages to their eyes,
We noble knights, who fought beasts
& brutes alike.
We had become the very terror to their calm.
Long we stared into an abyss,
Where their bones & skulls.
We had disposed, only to understand.
How through the abyss, they stared back at us.’
He confessed it all.
Except the very nature of him & his Diane.
How many times he met her in secret meadows.
For Lumus evil doings,
He was flagged forty times.
He was castrated, so his crimes
Could be redeemed.
His right hand amputated.
So no sword could he ever raise
Against New Corinth.
Thus, a mangled man
Was then presented to Alastor
& his then Concilium.
When presented, Duke Alastor
Raised his voice in anger;
‘I was given orders to bring me
Lumus the knight, not some
Poor prisoner cast away.
How he claims much injury
To our eyes, this is a walking corpse.’
The guard, which had fought
On the battle of the bridge
Addressed the Duke;
‘Lord Alastor, this is Lumus’
There was a great commotion
Among the knights & nobles.
As for Lumus, he held his
Sight fixed unto the floor.
‘Rise your gaze when in presence
Of your Lord Duke.’
Spoke the guard. But he did not.
‘My cruel father, deserves not
What is left of my light.’
He merely whispered this when
The guard strike Lumus to obey.
‘Can you not see this man is on the
Edge of life & death?’ reproached
The Duke. ‘strike him no more.
Instead let us end this trial &
Bring a suitable sentence.
‘Nay my lord’ replied Lumus.
‘Forgive my wretched aspect.
For I know how much of suffrage
Must I bring to your sight.
Allow me to then, kiss thy hands.
For thine arse is reserved to your subjects.’
The courtroom was in shock
As the guard once again imparted
Some punishment. Another strike.
‘Look upon thyself my child,
What poor state thou art.
Malnourished, dirty, mangled.
It sickens me to have you before me.
I hold no compassion for thine sorry state.
Canst thou recall child?
How we called you the light?
How we gave you that name?
The sword of truth,
The shield of righteousness.
No more, thou livest no more
As that glorious knight of old.
Were our gifts & honors for triumphs
Not sufficient?
How aggravated was your avarice,
You would sell New Corinth
For the rich kingdoms of the world.
It pains me child, truly does bring me
Sorrow to my noble heart.
But as a traitor to New Corinth.
I sentence you to death by beheading.’
Lumus smiled & replied.
‘Nothing would make me happier.
For I die with my sins.
I regret nothing father.’
‘Order!’ requested the court.
‘We shall have order amongst us,
I pray for order!’
Then Lumus witnessed his last true pain.
Diane amongst the crowd.
‘Nay Diane, I pray for mercy
For compassion, my most beloved.
My Quetzalpetatl,
My true Criseyda,
My friend, my love, my wife,
My sister. For love I pray.
Leave me not, walk away not.
Diane was guided by Apollodorus hand.
Her belly was swollen, indeed
She was expecting a child.
Then she, without a word nor a glance.
Turned her back on Lumus.
‘This was the purpose of thine arrival,
worthy sorrow, honorable Ire.’
Spoke Lumus to them visible only to him.
The two figures vowed & lost themselves
Amongst the crowd.
‘So, Apollodorus Artemis was my Diane.
Then, from that moment since…’
Lumus anger then erupted;
‘How dare you knave! Unmanly wretch!
Treacherous venomous toad!
Cockatrice of putrid breath!
Whose mere presence I detest & abhor.
Thine very breathing insults me!
Your cowardness I hate the most!
Hide in your shell turtle! Flee!
Flee like the uneasy stag you are’
May your fall be greater than mine,
May a thousand suns melt the wax
Of thine wings Icarus.
May your fall be the more just
& terrible than mine!
Once his anger had been released,
Apollodorus attempted to fight him
But he was sent back by the guards.
Once they were separated,
He looked to the skies & beheld
The sun of noon high above.
‘Shut your iris close,
Consume this cursed citadel
& plunge this cursed citadel!
Set ablaze this fertile land!’
As Lumus commanded, the sun
Shut its eyelid & darkness
Engulfed the land, briefly.
Terrified by that curse,
The lord Duke revoked the death
Sentenced & instructed the guards
To discard Lumus in the wilderness.
As soon as his command had been
Given, the sun returned to normal.
Lumus amongst shuts of anger,
Disgust & anguish.
Was dismissed from the court.
Through the streets of New Corinth
He was paraded, chained like a criminal.
The Citizens spat at him, cursed him.
Threw garbage & beat him.
‘Today dies light!’ Spoke Lumus
‘I casted this land in darkness briefly.
Mark these words, citizens.
I shall return to avenge this wrongdoing.
My fury will be unequal to anything
Before seen. Genghis Khan, the Mongol
Emperor will plead compassion for thee.
I will keep Behemoth under my yoke.
The leviathan shall obey my command.
& Set the seas out of their deep basin.
I swear to you present, none shall be saved
On that day of my return.
Nay, fire shall rain upon you!
& no stone upon stone shall remain.
No sign of thine existence will ever be found.
As thou attempted to erase my name.
Thine true name shall be forgotten.
Only by my tale is that you shall be known.
Therefore, I dub thee; New Corinth!’
Lumus was the taken outside
City walls, where at good distance,
A cavern was found.
A pole was set inside the dark cave.
& from there Lumus was tied.
The very last words Lumus ever
Pronounced when the guards retired were;
‘At last, I can see clearly in this darkness!
At last, I am free!’ followed
by  his maniacal laughter.
Three weeks later, the guards returned,
To their surprised, the cavern was shut closed
By fallen boulders & rocks.
Blocking the entrance an inscription
Engraved on a stone read;

Here lies a nameless man,
Cursed be who move this stones & from eternal slumber
Disturbs my bones


Thus noble lector as the sailor
Many months had spent at sea
Grand is his merriment when he
Gazes the nearing port upon the shore.
So too we have come to our tales end.
Though no Athanasius I may be.
My father in paradise happy is he,
To hear the unraised voice.
My nine muses await me thither.
As for those two yet unnamed.
Inspiration for my verses filled my joy.
Although this may be a tragedy.
I must humbly thank you.
Delight of my artistry.
Thou pair not yet alike;
Right dame dressed
In fine saffron threads entwined.
Holding the scroll of history
& the torch ingenuity.
Left lady in rose petal garments sewed.
Whom through Galileo’s telescope
Doth observes beyond the world;
I yield, I yield, I yield.
I forfeit the battlefield.
If any secret science need be disposed.
If some rite yet imperfect.
Need be amended.
If  knowledge lies yet hidden.
If a wrong needs its right sibling.
If some silence had brought pain.
If thine labor had brought no gain.
I give my earthly amends.
For my crimes I had offended,
I pray all be mended.
I plea forgiveness of it all.
I break this raising wall.
I truly & humbly pray for this,
Between us reign perpetual peace.


Amen.


Submitted: March 02, 2020

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