First Act: The trial of Huebald.
NARRATOR:
Behold the court of duke Huebald of Carcassonne! See the proud banners of blue and red, crossed by the golden longsword and twin “fleur de lis” that his ancestors have worn since the times of the Companions. A hundred people, nobles and servants alike, await now the duke’s arrival with some nervousness. There are whispers of how he spends more and more time locked in his castle and, the few times he leaves, he does so with his visor lowered to cover his face. Huebald barely answers to any request of aid from the frontiers, to busy in his castle to care for his lands. People begin to disappear in the castle’s halls, not only servants, but squires and household knights too. Torn between their duty to their lord and that to their own territories, the knights of Carcassonne no longer ride together as one. Chaos reigns, bandits and orc warbands infest the countryside and still, the duke still does not leave his chambers. Until now.
(Duke Huebald arrives. He is short of stature, yet his heavy armor and tall helmet hide this fact from his audience. He walks to his seat and silences the whispers with a mere nod of his head)
Huebald: Thanks are owed to you all for your patience my friends. Some important changes needed to be made, changes which required my full attention. Do not believe for a moment that I am blind to what occurs beyond the walls of my keep. I know of the cowardly attacks of the elves at our West, of the orc raids which assail the South. None more than I regret the damage brought to our lands.
?: And yet, you do nothing to stop this attacks!
(More whispers and gasps can be heard. Roland, younger brother of the Duke, arrives. He is black of hair and heavily-built, but needs a cane to walk as his right leg is missing)
Huebald: A servant of the duke only speaks when his master gives the order, brother.
Roland: True, but is not the duke’s duty to protect his lands from foes in and out of his domain too?
Huebald: So speaks a knight who can no longer wield a lance or ride his horse.
Roland: Name me cripple one time or a thousand, it will not change the fact that you have abandoned your duties. Your barons and knights will not speak a word out loud, but I will, because someone needs to bring you back to the right path.
Huebald: And what is that path brother?
Roland: To take arms, rally your knights and best the raiders on the field. That is the way of Bretonnia.
Huebald: And what do you think I did before? Yes, I rallied my banners, levied as many spearmen and archers as my lands could spare and still it was not enough. For every village we save on the North, seven burn on our Southern flank. You yourself lost your leg facing those horned creatures from the forest at Carimonne, only for the village to be burnt by a different warband a month later. Where is the honor in that? Where is the reward for all the good men who lost their lives for the cause?
Roland: Better that than do nothing.
Huebald: On that at least, we can agree brother.
(Doors burst open and a dozen knights in dark armor step in. Like Huebald, they wear their visors low, hiding their faces from the crowd. They all stand at the duke’s side, silent and still like statues)
Huebald: This is the reason why I called you all for this meeting. Here you have the solution to our crisis, the way in which we will be able to not only protect Carcassonne, but also expand its borders like never before!
Roland: Dark armor? If this is some jest…
Huebald: No brother, this is our salvation. I have created an Order of Chivalry, one which will not only protect our lands, but finally annihilate all our enemies and bring peace to the land.
Roland: How though? You keep talking about greatness and a solution but…
(Roland gasps when he feels the blade of one of the black knights half an inch from the skin of his neck. The audience are also shocked at the incredible speed of the warrior)
Huebald: Does that demonstration put your doubts to rest brother?
Roland: Such speed…it cannot be human. What are they?
?: I can answer that question
(The gates open once more. A young, blonde woman of great beauty appears, her feet never touching the floor. At her side, a score of a dozen knights appear, all gleaming with the same, ethereal light of their mistress. All black knights draw their swords at once and hiss as the damsel glides closer to them)
Huebald: …the Fey.
Morgiana: Greetings, Huebald, son of Louis, duke of Carcassonne. I believe you know the reason for my sudden arrival.
Huebald: I am oblivious to it. But please, accept my hospitality and wine. It is the least I could offer to our Lady’s Representative on Earth.
Morgiana: Pleasantries will not shield you from me Huebald, not will the “knights” who now point their blades at me. Is that the way you great your guests now? Naked steel and ill intent?
Huebald: These are dark times my lady. Being prepared is paramount for survival.
Morgiana: Do not speak to me of the times Sir. I have walked through the lands of this kingdom for more than a hundred generations. Dark times always come in the end. They test commoner and lord, peasant and king. It is in these times that we see who is worthy of his titles and who is not.
Huebald: Will the Lady tell you this, sorceress?
Morgiana: There is no need to call her for this matter. Raise your visors sirs and show them the truth of your change.
(The black knights hiss a second time and step forwards. The Fey’s knights draw their own weapons and make a wall before their lady. The crowd parts away, some fleeing from the room. After a long silence, Huebald laughs and finally pulls up his visor, revealing a pale, yellow-eyed face and long, sharp fangs. Following their master, the other knights show their own faces, as pale and monstrous as their lord’s)
Roland: A vampire? Huebald, please tell me this is some trick!
Huebald: A trick? No brother, this is a blessing, a true blessing! I did not need to spend years doing the quests of some aloof goddess to become her slave like those so called “true knights”. Our strength and skill knows no limits, we do not tire or age…
Morgiana: Yet you still thirst, right Huebald?
Roland: The disappeared servants, the corpses drained of their blood. Is this how you protect your servants from harm Huebald? By killing them before your foe?!
Huebald: The lives of a few dozen peasants are a small price to pay for this blessing. Then again, why use words to convince you of this when I can clearly show it with deeds? Here we have the Fey Enchantress, the representative of the “Lady” in our realm. What better way of show the might of my gift than to slay both her and her paladins?
Roland: Huebald, you are mad! You will curse our whole line if you dare to do this!
Huebald: I am tired of my brother’s restless rambling. Someone please silence this cripple.
(The closest vampire nods and sweeps his blade across Roland’s throat in less than a blink. To everyone’s surprise though, Roland does not bleed as his neck is now covered by a solid layer of rock, hard enough to stop the vampire’s attack. The creature looks at Morgiana and leaps back in alarm at the glowing, emerald aura surrounding her extended hands)
Morgiana: I accept your challenge traitor. No longer will you corrupt the minds and souls of Bretonnia’s protectors. May the Lady cure your corrupted soul, so you can finally find peace.
Huebald: We will see if you keep your faith when I rip your beating heart out of your chest, false prophet. Go my brothers! Show them who the true knights of this land are!
Morgiana: For the Lady of the Lake, finish these creatures!
(As one, the cursed creatures charge, some climbing the walls to flank the slim wall of knights before them. As they close in with their foe, a mist emerges and surrounds the Fey and her loyals. The first vampire to dive into it emerges is quickly thrown out, headless and with his skin boiling under his armor. Huebald roars and draws his two-handed blade, as long as he is tall)
Huebald: Cowards! Stop hiding under your Lady’s skirts and face us! Are you, or are you not knights of the Grail? Then show it! Match your steel against mine!
Morgiana: I was not aware that such “superior knights” were afraid of some fog. If your jests were true, then this should not be even the most minor of obstacles for you and your ilk.
Vampire knight 1: That witch! Sire, allow me to get in and I will slay that harlot and her lapdogs without delay!
Vampire knight 2: You reckless fool! Did you not see the steam coming out of Tancred’s armor? That mist will boil us in our plates before we can land a blow on the witch.
Morgiana: Huebald, you were a good man once. Let me end your suffering and I swear, the Lady will judge you fairly in the other life.
Huebald: You are as deaf as you are foolish, witch. Thanks to this gift, I will no longer have to fear the cold touch of death for I have become it! Let us see how your cheap tricks fare against the cold breath of the reaper!
(Huebald takes a deep breath and releases a crimson cloud, made of the howling faces of those he murdered towards Morgiana and her knights. The blessing of the Lady and Morgiana’s magic protect the loyals from harm, but the mists dispel, leaving them open to the vampires)
Huebald: Go now my brothers! Slay them all!
Morgiana: Stand close to me!
(Vampires slam into the wall of steel of the Grail knights. Such is the impact, many are forced the cede ground, but none breaks formation. One of the dark knights throws his weapons away and climbs the walls to then leap on the knight’s unprotected flank, eager to rip into Morgiana’s throat with his bare fangs)
Grail knight 1: My lady, foes to our left!
Morgiana: Not anymore.
(Le Fey waits a moment before unleashing her magic at the vampire, who now is to close to dodge. He is thrown like a puppet and slams on the wall. Only dust and armor reach the floor, the latter surrounded by roots and blooming flowers.
The struggle for victory continues. A Grail knight falls, headless after a swipe from Huebald takes his head. Two vampires fall, one with three swords piercing his body, the other, screaming and devoid of limbs until a sword into his throat silences him. To Huebald’s shock, the Grail knights are able to match and even surpass his own brethren. As the last of them falls, leaving him alone, he finally realizes that it Morgiana who blesses both their bodies and spirits)
Morgiana: This duel is over Sir.
Huebald: Is it? I still stand, yet you look weary witch. Before long, your magic will no longer protect you or your pets from my blade.
Morgiana: It is not my magic which you should beware Huebald.
(Snarling, the Duke pulls up his sword, ready to charge once more, when a blade burst through the middle of his chest, covered in blood and gore. The Duke falls to his knees, eyes wide as his brother, Roland, steps forwards, holding the wave with one hand and his cane with the other)
Huebald: How dare you cripple…
Roland: Farewell brother. May you find redemption in the other life.
(Roland sinks the blade through his brother’s neck and spine. Huebald screams and burns, becoming nothing but dust and smoking armor. Roland falls to his fours, trying to cover his face. Suddenly, he felts a gentle, warm hand grab his chin and pull it up until Roland’s eyes met Morgiana’s)
Roland: I apologize my lady. Had I not been so blind, many lives would not have been lost. Now I am not only a cripple, but a slayer of my own kin. My life is yours to take.
Morgiana: It is not you, but grief, who is uttering these words. I do not think less of you for showing sadness at the loss of your brother but if hundreds of years have thought me anything, is that you should never let this feeling consume your heart. I will send squires to help you back to your chambers.
Roland: The void in my heart…
Morgiana: Is a wound only time can heal. Go and rest. I need you at your best for what it is to come.
Roland: What is to come my lady?
Morgiana: Everything.
(End Scene)