INT.  SARAH'S ROOM - 2ND STORY - DAY

               DOCTOR MASCI applied a cloth on Sarah's arm where he had 
               just finished the bloodletting.  The young lady lied on a 
               thatched bed, delirious, near unconsciousness, and covered 
               with sweat.  Sarah's mother, MARIE, and father, OUDIN, stood 
               over her, looking worried.

               Clarice SQUINTED from a migraine as she knelt beside her 
               sister.

               Rachel bolted in with Jehan.  Marie and Oudin bowed to the 
               noble son, then all attention returned to Sarah.

                                     RACHEL
                         How is she?  Barber?

                                     DOCTOR MASCI
                         I have taken blood.  Hopefully that 
                         will drain out the infection and 
                         return her humors to balance.

                                     JEHAN
                         What is this?  How did she get it?

                                     DOCTOR MASCI
                         She had been breathing corrupted 
                         air.  Miasma.

                                     RACHEL
                         From where?

                                     DOCTOR MASCI
                         The butcher's quarters.  Maybe the 
                         tanners.  The stench of death and 
                         the careless tossing of entrails has 
                         never been good for one's health and 
                         hygiene.

                                     MARIE
                         Were you near that part of town?

                                     CLARICE
                         Not really.

               Clarice recoiled from the headache, then gently massaged a 
               spot on her inner thigh.  She winced.

                                     DOCTOR MASCI
                         It can travel in the gutters on way 
                         to the bay.  It seems to have affected 
                         many of late.

                                     OUDIN
                         What do we do to protect the rest of 
                         my family?

               Clarice wandered to another part of the room.  Rachel noticed 
               how uncomfortable she seemed.

                                     DOCTOR MASCI
                         Carry a bouquet of fragrant flowers 
                         next to your nose.  A flask of spices 
                         also does well.  As long as you keep 
                         the infected atmosphere from lodging 
                         in your lungs, you'll be fine.  I've 
                         done all I can here.  Pray and trust 
                         in the Lord and His good graces.  
                         God bless.

                                     OUDIN
                         Thank you, Barber.

                                     MARIE
                         Thank you.

               (The doctor grabbed his tool bag and hastily exits).

               Rachel couldn't get over how ruined her friend looked: all 
               the color drained from the face; hair matted from sweat.  
               She reached for Sarah, then froze when seeing her head tilt 
               to reveal a large bubo on her neck.  Rachel also noticed a 
               strange rash on Sarah's chest, looking as if small red-ringed 
               coins had been splattered upon her skin.

                                     MARIE
                         He called the rash "rosies."  The 
                         lump, "bubo."

               Rachel glanced at Clarice, wondering if she would be next.

               EXT.  TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY

               Elouan marched down the road, his senses on high alert.  He 
               struggled to keep from going into complete tunnel vision, 
               now that the poison was unquestionably here and spreading.  
               Doctor Masci stood at the sidewalk with a second surgeon.

                                     DOCTOR MASCI
                         There's another one.
                                 (then; footsteps for 
                                 hiding)
                         I received a letter just days ago 
                         from a colleague in Messina speaking 
                         of pestilence.  Many were dying, 
                         covered with the bubos and rosies, 
                         he said.

                                     DOCTOR GERVASE
                         A few of mine already have.  I have 
                         advised those with a southern exposure 
                         to close their shutters from the 
                         winds.  Perchance we should initiate 
                         the new ideas of quarantine -- close 
                         the town gate?

                                     DOCTOR MASCI
                         If it is in the wind, closing the 
                         gate would do nothing.

               Their words hung on Elouan as he crossed the cobblestone 
               street. Indeed, it did feel like the air had grown thicker. 
               Like them, he had no idea how the disease propagated; all he 
               had was a major lesson instilled in all the students from 
               his monastery school: there aren't any coincidences. That 
               is, he understood on a certain level of one's spirit, a person 
               made a choice to either "play the game" or "become absent" 
               during a crisis as a way of avoiding the damage.  Of course, 
               most people in the world were not in tune with the deeper 
               portion of themselves to know what choice they had chosen, 
               so they had to rely on "coincidences" or "mysterious 
               interventions" to get them through if they were to survive.  
               Rest assured, Elouan reminded himself, such things did happen - 
               a sudden call to leave town, or a weather event that stalled 
               arrival and spared the recipient from a harrowing ordeal. 
               Again, Master Euric taught that everything was interconnected, 
               so there was no separation between humankind and the 
               environment, making such "coincidences" just as much a part 
               of one's biological experience as a scab forming to seal a 
               wound.  Unfortunately, because so many were oblivious to not 
               only their own inner biological reality but also their greater 
               environmental organism, it also meant that those who chose 
               to stay had no idea the impending events might most likely 
               end their experiences on the earthly playground.  

               This bothered Elouan as he found Giovanni gathering with his 
               family near the livery to begin the ride home. How would the 
               coming events affect them? What path were they destined to 
               take in the wake of the contagion?

               EXT. ROAD TO COUNTRYSIDE - DAY - MOVING

               Elouan sat close to Giovanni in the wagon, both of them 
               hanging their legs over the back as the wheels sputtered 
               dust into the early afternoon sun. Leticia, Guillaume, and 
               Sanson kept mainly to the front, nestling close to Amiria 
               and Heraut, while Fina sat with her back against the rear of 
               the rider's bench so she could keep an eye on Elouan.

                                     ELOUAN
                         Promise me you'll stay out of the 
                         town.  Everyone's life here may depend 
                         on it.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         That might be a bit of a problem.  
                         My parents have been invited to the 
                         duke's manor later in the week.  He 
                         has a big home, at the edge of town.  
                         Why?

               Fina saw the look on her brother's face as he asked.  Though 
               she couldn't hear what they were talking about, she knew 
               what the squaring of his jaw and intensity of the eyes spoke 
               to.  It seemed Elouan followed by returning his own question, 
               to which Giovanni nodded.  Elouan said only a few more words, 
               then Giovanni looked silently away and lowered his head. 
               Whatever the conversation, it clearly wasn't pleasant.

               EXT. GIOVANNI'S WHEAT FIELD - SHEEP BARN - DAY

               Elouan emerged from the sheep barn with the sack of belongings 
               dangling over his shoulder. He paused and watched Giovanni 
               and his family pulling weeds in the field.  In some ways, 
               their ignorance made a return to doing the day's regular 
               chores an easy transition, whereas Elouan's awareness brought 
               a heaviness he couldn't shake.

               It had already been a few days since dumping the port watchmen 
               into the sea, but nevertheless, the significance of the 
               passing along with what he saw during Mass haunted him.  He 
               was grateful Giovanni and his family didn't know about the 
               terror of the East; they weren't privy to another's despair 
               of dying under such suffering.  And if his parents did go 
               back into town for the duke's gathering   He could only hope 
               his warning to Giovanni would be inspiration enough to avoid 
               the devastating illness as best they could.

               Giovanni raised himself from the muddy earth to catch Elouan's 
               gaze.  He nodded, feeling somewhat burdened himself with the 
               request to keep clear of the city.  He knew he couldn't stop 
               the festivities, no matter how much he pleaded with his 
               parents.

                                     ELOUAN
                         I promise to return for my due.

                                     FINA
                         Where does he go every day?  ... So 
                         what did he tell you -- on the ride 
                         back?

                                     GIOVANNI
                         What?  He asked if I trusted him.

                                     FINA
                         And?

                                     GIOVANNI
                         There were a lot of people coughing 
                         at Mass.  He was worried about us. 
                         He wanted to make sure we did our 
                         best to keep from getting sick.  It 
                         could be bad, he said.

                                     FINA
                         So, he is a doctor?

                                     GIOVANNI
                         I don't know what he is.

                                     FINA
                         I'm going to fetch some more water.

               She nabbed two large pitchers and headed toward the mill.  
               Giovanni recognized the path leading to the mill tread close 
               to where Elouan was heading -- she was hoping to follow him.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         Stay near!

               EXT.  RIVER FALLS - DAY

                                     MEROVECH (V.O.)
                              (memory; coughing)
                         Forgive ... 

               Elouan couldn't suppress the memory of Merovech's death. 
               Perhaps that was the idea: he wasn't meant to.  Perhaps they 
               pointed in a specific direction - not only for safety, but 
               also to find his father.  At the very least, the dynamics of 
               the world around him were shifting rapidly and he needed to 
               break clear of his own confusion.  The only way to do that 
               was to release the tension along with the endless chatter of 
               the egoic mind.  Thank goodness he found the waterfall with 
               the meditation rock, where he could let its isolation within 
               the rushing river provide a sense of separation from the 
               chaos.  It took him several minutes to settle in, after first 
               letting the river wash away any contaminants upon his skin. 
               Before taking the dip, he had washed his clothes using a 
               combination of herbs from the small sacks in his pouch, then 
               shaved using a small dagger.  Being scrubbed, clean, and 
               shaven, he alighted on the boulder feeling his naked body 
               was synonymous with the pristine physique one is gifted at 
               birth; honoring the forces of life in their native expression 
               instead of hiding or augmenting them in false clothing.  His 
               communion with Nature took longer than usual to achieve. He 
               had to dissolve his anxiety; to silence the questions whirling 
               about him.  Once harmony had brought equilibrium to his 
               spirit, he dropped an impression within the central ocean 
               which he hoped would reach Golda and Wimarc, updating them 
               on what he had witnessed. He did this by subtle "pushing" of 
               emotion.  Within that burst would be imges and words, but it 
               required the emotion to give it energetic "thrust."  He 
               trusted that during a moment of their own meditation, they 
               would sense it, bring it in, and unpack it.  Next, he moved 
               his awareness to expand into a greater field of open inquiry, 
               particularly about his father, Ranulf.  The only impression 
               he could discern was that Ranulf was still alive, and that 
               circumstances would definitely bring him into his sphere - 
               though what kind of circumstances remained presently 
               unknowable. For Elouan, this meant such events may be beyond 
               any current point of reference in his own being; nothing 
               could be shown to him because he wouldn't understand the 
               information -- whether it be symbolic or literal.  He had to 
               accept that his inner being would unfold his egoic self in 
               perfect harmony with all the particulars, and that such 
               unfoldment would also happen with Ranulf -- all within the 
               context of a horrible outbreak of disease. For now, just 
               knowing that his father was still alive was enough.  As soon 
               as he accepted this, he felt compelled to open his eyes.

               A delightful rainbow perched from the boulder and suspended 
               beyond the cliff of the waterfall.  Elouan understood it was 
               a play on the light made by the spray of the water, but that 
               didn't negate the power of its symbology, and that something 
               (or someone) swept through the universal energy of his 
               meditation to alert him to notice it.  It provided another 
               layer of confirmation that he would be successful in finding 
               his lost parent.

               EXT.  ROAD OUTSIDE GIOVANNI'S HOME - DUSK

               The time at the falls achieved everything Elouan hoped.  His 
               clothes were cleaned along with his body; his mind was 
               soothed; he felt back in tune in contrast to the day's earlier 
               tribulations. (HUMMING) Per usual, he had lost all track of 
               the hours -- the sun already sat halfway buried on the horizon 
               with a moon swiftly rising to chase after it.  Giovanni ran 
               out from the cottage to fetch him.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         Good Heavens, boy, where do you go?

                                     ELOUAN
                         Catching the rain.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         Come with me.  We can keep watch on 
                         my parents at the duke's party -- 
                         for their safety.  You agree?

                                     ELOUAN
                         Who is this 'duke'?

                                     GIOVANNI
                         Hm?  Oh - he is the one who owns our 
                         fields here ... the one with the 
                         great manor house back across the 
                         way.  He also has a home in town.

                                     ELOUAN
                         And he dines with your parents?

                                     GIOVANNI
                         He is a very generous man.  He hired 
                         my father to make a fine saddle for 
                         his horse last year.  He loves that 
                         horse.  Good thing he also loved 
                         that saddle.

                                     ELOUAN
                         Have your parents already gone?

                                     FINA
                         This is not fair, Giovanni.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         What can I say?  Somebody has to 
                         watch the children.

                                     FINA (O.S.)
                         Leticia, get that away from there!

                                     ELOUAN
                         And you think I should come?  Would 
                         I be not welcome?  I hope you do not 
                         wish me to be there for 
                         'entertainment.'

                                     GIOVANNI
                         I have a reputation to keep.

               Giovanni pursed his lips as they made their way inside the 
               stable.  Though it may be true he had a reputation, he was 
               also thinking it might offer some revelation about 
               understanding who Elouan really was.  He mounted the horse 
               and motioned for Elouan to join him.

                                     ELOUAN
                         No wagon?

                                     GIOVANNI
                         We'll ride together.  Your stuff 
                         will be safe here.

               Elouan liked the idea, as it would allow him to stay 
               especially close.  He left his belongings to dangle on the 
               post of the stall, then took Giovanni's hand as he helped 
               lift him onto the horse's back.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         It will be fun.  Hang on.

               Elouan held tightly to Giovanni's shoulders.  He noticed a 
               tenseness in his friend's muscles; an unusual stiffness that 
               ran up the spine into the neck.  He knew, Giovanni's 
               insistence he come was more than simply keeping up a 
               reputation.  It was a test.

               EXT.  DUKE'S TOWN MANOR - DUSK

               Duke Areles's grand villa rose three stories high into the 
               indigo sky of the coming evening, with tall windows, parapets 
               at each end, and a pitched rooftop of wooden shingles, 
               stretched out to create a semicircle of master masonry.  A 
               large balcony extended from one of its upper floors, 
               overlooking manicured grounds.  For some, it resembled a 
               miniature castle for a much grander noble.  The whole domain 
               abutted a canal that ran along the back wall of the city, 
               creating an even greater sense of security and wealth.

               The horse bearing Giovanni and Elouan trotted down the long 
               path leading to the visitor's livery stable, where a couple 
               of servants waited.  As they neared, Elouan saw one of the 
               young men looking fatigued and wiping sweat from his forehead. 
               It would have been unusual, as the night air had a coolness 
               that would not lend itself to making one feverish while 
               working with equestrians.  Fortunately at the dismount, 
               Giovanni handed the reins to the other gentleman.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         There you are.

               The helper bowed courteously, while Elouan noted the other 
               taking another swipe at his forehead and slightly squinting 
               from an apparent headache.  Giovanni led Elouan from the 
               stables onto an ornate stone pathway leading through berry 
               bushes and blooming flowers.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         The Duke recently returned from the 
                         East, fighting in the Pope's army.  
                         Over a thousand men he's killed, 
                         they say.

                                     ELOUAN
                         And for a thousand men, he gets a 
                         house such as this -- as well as the 
                         manor in the countryside?

                                     GIOVANNI
                         No, he most likely will get one or 
                         two more.

               INT.  DUKE'S TOWN MANOR - DINING HALL - DUSK

               Great chandeliers of burning candles created a warm glow 
               over the darkness seeping in through the bay windows.  The 
               radiance illuminated the magnificent table topped with 
               vegetables and cooked fowl placed in the center for a communal 
               meal.  No one had their own seat; rather, fanciful benches 
               adorned either side of the festive slab.  Already seated 
               were a number of honored city dignitaries -- the deputy mayor, 
               Doctor Masci, the town notary, a chamberlain, Jehan with 
               Rachel alongside, Umfrey, Heraut, Amiria, and a handful of 
               lesser nobles and villeins.  At the head sat Duke Areles. 
               Stately, bearded, and though weathered with the storms of 
               war, his eyes still sparkled.  He gently held the hand of 
               his most beloved wife, Beatrix, a regal lady of warmth and 
               dignity, whose disarming smile made her easy to be with. The 
               couple offered an authentic embrace of two hearts -- and 
               were happy to share such love with their guests.  Servants 
               continued bringing platters of food while everyone waited 
               for the formal prayer.  In the meantime, the duke welcomed 
               some meaningful pre-dinner conversation as he addressed the 
               deputy mayor.

                                     DUKE
                         I regret to hear his Honor was not 
                         able to attend this evening, but you 
                         are most welcome to enjoy what he 
                         will be missing.

                                     DEPUTY MAYOR
                         The unexpected joys of being the 
                         deputy mayor when his Honor is not 
                         feeling at his best.

                                     BEATRIX
                         Yes.  It seems there is some strange 
                         new illness in town.  We already 
                         have a couple of our servants confined 
                         to quarters, which is why our personal 
                         barber isn't here with us tonight.  
                         It is very... dreadful.

                                     DUKE
                         The completion of that new hospital 
                         came just at the right moment.  His 
                         Honor was right to champion that 
                         cause.

               A servant girl pulled away from the table and suddenly coughed 
               into the crook of her arm.  The outburst caught everyone's 
               attention.  She shielded her face in shame, then curtsied 
               apologetically and hurried from the hall.

                                     DEPUTY MAYOR
                         It is only a minor bout of illness, 
                         from what I understand.  Though it 
                         does at times take on a dreadful 
                         appearance, I hear.  Thanks be to 
                         God city services have not at all 
                         been affected by whatever it is.  
                         Nothing will get in the way of order 
                         and law in this town under our watch, 
                         believe me.

               (Friendly chuckles circle the bench for the Mayor's bravado.)

                                     DUKE
                         Barber?

                                     DOCTOR MASCI
                         Yes, this sickness is minor only.  
                         It does come with a bump or two on 
                         the skin ... which usually disappears 
                         after a few days.  I am sure your 
                         servants will be up and about again 
                         in no time.

               Rachel clenched her jaw, inwardly disagreeing with his 
               sentiments, especially in light of how he reacted to Sarah's 
               condition earlier.

                                     DOCTOR MASCI
                         Thankfully ...
                                 (SIGH)
                         Once prayers have been spoken, all 
                         become well by the hand of our most 
                         Heavenly Father.

               Masci wondered if they already knew more, as Beatrix tightened 
               her grip on Areles's hand and gave him a surreptitious glance.

               A servant admitted Giovanni and Elouan.  They were drying 
               their hands from a dunk in a water bowl, which was customary 
               before eating.  The corner of Areles's mouth lifted in a 
               sardonic smile.

                                     DUKE
                         Giovanni, fashionably late as always, 
                         I see.  And with a guest.  You never 
                         change.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         As always, my lord.  Please allow me 
                         to introduce --

                                     JEHAN
                         That's him!  That's the one I told 
                         you of.  He took the money right out 
                         of the good Father's hands.  How 
                         dare you bring him here to our --

               Areles stood and motioned for his son to retake his seat. 
               Jehan paused, then lowered himself to the bench, glowering 
               in Elouan's direction.

                                     HERAUT
                         Forgive me, my lord.  My son --

                                     DUKE
                         Remain seated, Heraut.  Your name, 
                         sir?

                                     ELOUAN
                         My name is Elouan.

                                     DUKE
                         Elouan.  Tell me, Elouan, are the 
                         words of my son true?  Did you take 
                         money from a servant of the Lord 
                         doing the Lord's work?

               Elouan knew, this was Giovanni's test.  It made sense.  If 
               Giovanni believed the duke had a special connection to God 
               because of his association with the Pope, such connection 
               could ferret out whether or not he was himself a person of 
               unusual worth or of Satanic meddling.

                                     ELOUAN
                         From no servant did I take any money; 
                         rather, I kept a wolf masquerading 
                         as a servant from preying on the 
                         Lord's flock.

               Areles lowered his hand to the empty scabbard hanging from 
               his hip.  Several of the guests wondered if he thought his 
               blade was there and hoping to draw it.  Perhaps that's what 
               the duke wanted them to think, as he held steady for a few 
               seconds longer, then unexpectedly smirked.

                                     DUKE
                         Sit.  You may dine with us.

               The invitation flabbergasted everyone. Beatrix smiled and 
               reached for her husband's hand.  He reclaimed his seat in a 
               measured, regal fashion as Giovanni bowed.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         Always a pleasure, your grace.

                                     DUKE
                         Always.

               Giovanni winked at Elouan, then led him toward the table. 
               Elouan noticed a heaviness dissipate from Giovanni as they 
               coursed along the outer edge of the bench to find a place 
               setting.  He took the newfound lightness as an indication he 
               had passed the test.

                                     HERAUT
                         I will deal with you when we get 
                         home, son.

                                     AMIRIA
                         Heraut, control yourself.

               Jehan tossed an awed look at his father as Elouan and Giovanni 
               sat.  (The table quickly came back to life, with the guests 
               chatting and food being delivered.)

               Rachel couldn't stop staring.  In fact, she had spent the 
               last several days wondering about what Elouan had told her. 
               It was a combination of what he said and how he said it.  It 
               pierced her and left her with questions she pledged would 
               not go unanswered.  Besides, how was he able to do what he 
               did to Father Jacque?  It was as if he had been able to see 
               into the priest's mind, yet also something more, as clearly 
               the connection transformed Jacque's behavior.  She knew by 
               the way Giovanni was watching the duke's reaction that he 
               didn't know much about Elouan either.

                                     JEHAN
                         Father...

               The duke squinted and waved a hand for him to let it go. 
               Frustrated, Jehan gaped at him, then shot a surprised look 
               Elouan's direction.  He couldn't fathom it.  Did Elouan 
               perform some type of wicked magic against his father no one 
               saw?  Before he could rebut, the servants backed away in a 
               practiced gesture of revealing the completion of the first 
               course's delivery.  (One of them chimed a bell.)  

                                     CHAMBERLAIN
                         For what we are about to receive, 
                         may the Lord make us truly thankful.  
                         Amen.

               Everyone dived in, reaching for communal plates and bowls, 
               taking small bits of food.  Except Elouan.  He remained bowed, 
               his prayer overly extended.  It wasn't long before everyone 
               felt awkward starting the meal without honoring -- or 
               wondering -- what he was doing.  They sat and waited, watching 
               with unbounded curiosity.

                                     JEHAN
                         What are you doing?

               Elouan opened his eyes and straightened himself.  He 
               acknowledged everyone's gaze plastered on him, and he knew 
               they were demanding an explanation.  Giovanni also gave him 
               a quizzical look, as he had never witnessed this kind of 
               prayer from him before.  Yes, he had seen Elouan give thanks 
               for his food over the past few days, but not to this dramatic 
               extent.

                                     ELOUAN
                         If I may?

                                     DUKE
                         You may.

                                     ELOUAN
                         There is always a balance in the 
                         seeming delicate threads of nature.  
                         A lion only kills when such food is 
                         needed, and he honors the life of 
                         the prey when it is not.  If this 
                         were not so, he would run out of 
                         prey and also affect the other species 
                         that feed from the same herd -- in 
                         turn, upsetting an even greater 
                         balance.  And the prey, once in the 
                         teeth of the mighty hunter, does not 
                         struggle, but succumbs to the outcome, 
                         aware that his life proceeds in the 
                         ongoing existence of the hunter, his 
                         deeds, his clan, and the whole world 
                         that they both inhabit.  So, I honor 
                         the hunter, the prey, and the good 
                         Duke's cooking staff, for continuing 
                         our existence and how that will go 
                         on in this world.

               (Giovanni erupts with mock laughter).

                                     GIOVANNI
                         I should have mentioned this one 
                         needed to be a court jester.  His 
                         humor -- divine.

               Everyone around the table joined in with the cheer.  That 
               is, except Rachel.  Elouan still mystified her.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         Even when you are not trying, you 
                         are still entertaining.

               INT.  DUKE'S MANOR - DINING HALL - NIGHT

               After the last bite of food was washed down, the guests were 
               given a few minutes to relax and enjoy the scenery while the 
               enormous dining table was shoved away to create a dance floor. 
               Elouan remained close with Giovanni, and most guests seemed 
               oddly intimidated by him.  Rachel wanted to get near, but it 
               was impossible to separate from Jehan.  Fortunately, the 
               interval was short, and the guests were pleasantly surprised 
               by the arrival of minstrels.

               Elouan thoroughly enjoyed himself.  Dancing was one of the 
               great festivities he engaged in with fellow acolytes at the 
               mystery school.  It was the one way guaranteed to let go of 
               all the pressures of monastic learning and adhering to self, 
               and always it promoted the interconnectivity with the larger 
               group.  To his surprise, he recognized the dance movements 
               the duke's guests were doing, with only a slight variation 
               from what he practiced in the Alps.  Everyone moved in a 
               circle, alternating between men and women.  They spun 
               clockwise, stepping to the left and the right, moving back 
               and forth.  No one touched each other, but they came close 
               enough to elicit some brief conversation, if wanted.  Such 
               was the case when Elouan pirouetted around Giovanni's mother, 
               Amiria.

                                     AMIRIA
                         Oh, how my age is showing.

                                     ELOUAN
                         Nonsense.

               Meanwhile, Giovanni bowed toward Rachel amid the dance.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         Love the colors of your dress.  A 
                         shame they don't let men normally 
                         wear that shade.

                                     RACHEL
                         Yes.  A shame... Where did you find 
                         him?

                                     GIOVANNI
                         Just passing through, he said.  
                         Interesting fellow, wouldn't you 
                         say?  Helping us in the fields right 
                         now.

               Rachel kept her gaze on Elouan, noting it would only be a 
               few more rotations before she would connect with him.  She 
               couldn't wait to be near him; to prod him about what he had 
               said to her.  Giovanni could see her interest.  He hid a 
               smirk, then double-checked his footing -- more to cover for 
               something else rather than revealing it to Rachel.

               Just when it seemed Elouan would only be one rotation away, 
               a male servant unceremoniously pulled him from the dance.  
               He whispered in Elouan's ear.  Elouan nodded, then followed 
               him up a flight of stairs.  Giovanni noticed, looking curious. 
               So did Jehan, with a scowl.

               EXT.  DUKE'S MANOR - BALCONY - NIGHT

               Duke Areles stood within the warm radiance of torches lining 
               the balcony overlooking his fantastic garden.  The servant 
               arrived, delivering Elouan.

                                     DUKE
                         Thank you.  You may leave us.  In my 
                         travels, I have met another like 
                         yourself from atop the mountains.  
                         His name was Perrin.

                                     ELOUAN
                         Yes, I know him.  He must have loved 
                         you very much to tell you where we 
                         come from.

                                     DUKE
                         Only generally.  I wouldn't be here 
                         without him.  Nor would my horse.

                                     ELOUAN
                         You honor him.

                                     DUKE
                         You know that some people think riding 
                         into a city and slaughtering a 
                         thousand men makes one noble; that 
                         wading through blood up to your knees 
                         for God puts you above the level of 
                         a normal human being.

                                     ELOUAN
                         Does not slaughtering a thousand 
                         people get you an honored place with 
                         God?

                                     DUKE
                         What do you think?

                                     ELOUAN
                         I think there is not one place in 
                         this large home, one servant who 
                         does your bidding, that can relieve 
                         you of the burden of which you now 
                         carry.  Is it not noble to ask -- 
                         for this earth, for the great creative 
                         force of this universe -- what is 
                         the value of a man's shed blood for 
                         the sole rights to a piece of ground?  
                         To that, you have been answered.

                                     DUKE
                         And what do I do with that answer?

                                     ELOUAN
                         Next time you see the bloated clouds, 
                         ask them how they get over the 
                         mountaintops.

                                     DUKE
                         Who are you here for?

                                     ELOUAN
                         My father.  Perhaps you know of a 
                         man named Ranulf?

                                     DUKE
                         Not in this town or in our  
                         countryside.  But if I know your 
                         kind, you always find your way.

                                     ELOUAN
                         Rest well, my noble lord.

               They bowed to each other.  Then Elouan returned inside, 
               leaving the Duke to ponder his lesson.

               INT.  DUKE'S MANOR - UPPER WALKWAY - NIGHT

               The inner corridor glittered amid scattered waves of darkness, 
               partially lit by sconces.  Still preoccupied with the 
               vibrations from the duke's conversation, Elouan ignored 
               everything, passing through the shadows cast by statues 
               perched along a wall opposite to the estate's main bedrooms.

               The distraction gave the spy their chance.  A lithe figure 
               leapt from the darkness and tackled him, forcing him inside 
               a chamber.

               INT.  DUKE'S MANOR - PRIVATE CHAMBER - NIGHT

               Elouan staggered from the attack, but quickly gathered his 
               footing and twirled around to see Rachel locking the door 
               with a crossbeam.

                                     ELOUAN
                         Your suitor would not approve.

                                     RACHEL
                         He thinks I have gone to the privy 
                         chamber.

               She shoved him toward a canopied bed, keeping him from 
               escaping.

                                     RACHEL
                         You told me my mother would not 
                         approve on her special day.  You 
                         meant her birthday, didn't you? 
                         Are you a sorcerer?

                                     ELOUAN
                         No.

               (FOOTSTEPS)

                                     RACHEL
                         You shall not leave.  Not until you 
                         give me some answers.

                                     ELOUAN
                         You would not understand.

                                     RACHEL
                         Do not think me daft.

                                     ELOUAN
                         Oh, I would never --

                                     RACHEL
                         You are such a humble -- egotist.  
                         You spoke to me as if my mother had 
                         somehow whispered into your ear.

                                     ELOUAN
                         If she had, would that then make me 
                         a "sorcerer"?

                                     RACHEL
                         Maybe.

                                     ELOUAN
                         Do we not know that the ocean turns 
                         into mist, that turns into rain, 
                         that comes down the rivers and back 
                         out into the oceans again?  It is 
                         all the same thing, just in a 
                         different form that you separate --

               He put a finger on Rachel's forehead.

                                     ELOUAN
                         -- here.

               INT.  DUKE'S MANOR - UPPER WALKWAY - NIGHT

               Jehan had waited long enough.  He couldn't fathom any reason 
               why Rachel could be held in the privy for so long.  He 
               alighted the hallway from the staircase and started swiftly 
               toward the garderobe chamber.

               INT.  DUKE'S MANOR - PRIVATE CHAMBER - NIGHT

               Resigned to Rachel's doggedness, Elouan took a seat on the 
               bed.

                                     ELOUAN
                         At one time, you were seven-years- 
                         old, were you not?

                                     RACHEL
                         Of course I was.

                                     ELOUAN
                         Let's say you had a friend who moved 
                         from your village when you were this 
                         tall, seven-years-old.  Twenty years 
                         pass.  You are now this tall.  The 
                         friend returns.  Now, if your friend 
                         recognized you at this height as 
                         being the same person he knew at 
                         this height -- he would be able to 
                         talk to you, for he would remember 
                         who you are.  But, if he did not 
                         recognize you, for your outer 
                         appearance does not match his memory, 
                         but to your own you are still that 
                         person he once knew -- he would ignore 
                         you, not realizing you were even 
                         beside him.

               Rachel studied him, fascinated.  Was he suggesting that her 
               mother was present in the street when she gave the coins to 
               Father Jacque, she just was in a form she couldn't see?  
               Like a ghost?  But the message was so striking.  A ghost 
               that could speak of her own birthday?  She had never heard 
               of such a thing. Stories of spooks were simply that -- 
               stories. And they only did things that scared people, not 
               talk about birthdays or the nature of their relationship 
               with the living.

               INT.  DUKE'S MANOR - LATRINE ENCLAVE - NIGHT

               Meanwhile, Jehan banged on the garderobe door.

                                     JEHAN
                         You well in there, my love?  Rachel?

               INT.  DUKE'S MANOR - PRIVATE CHAMBER - NIGHT

               (Footsteps)

                                     ELOUAN
                         So, as you can see, I am not a 
                         sorcerer -- just a person like you.

                                     RACHEL
                         But if what you speak is truth, then 
                         there must be more for my mother to 
                         say.
                                 (beat)
                         Speak to her for me.

               INT.  DUKE'S MANOR - LATRINE ENCLAVE - NIGHT

                                     JEHAN
                         Rachel, let us not go through this 
                         again.  I said I apologize.  Now I'm 
                         coming in.

               (Jehan throws the door open).

                                     JEHAN
                         Phew!

               (WALKING)

               INT.  DUKE'S MANOR - UPPER WALKWAY - NIGHT

               Jehan noticed Elouan was heading back downstairs.  Then he 
               spied the open door to the private chamber.

               INT.  DUKE'S MANOR - PRIVATE CHAMBER - NIGHT

               Jehan peeked in.  (He hears Rachel WEEPING.)

                                     JEHAN
                         Rachel?

               Rachel stood at the window, backed turned to him.  What he 
               couldn't see was that her tears were of joy.  She swiftly 
               wiped them clean.

                                     JEHAN
                         Are you all right?

                                     RACHEL
                         Fine.  I am fine.  Yes -- I'm well.

                                     JEHAN
                         What are you doing in here?

                                     RACHEL
                         Please forgive me.  When I left the 
                         garderobe, I couldn't help myself.  
                         I have never been in a home of such 
                         beauty.

                                     JEHAN
                         I thought I heard you crying.  Was 
                         that madman in here?  I thought I 
                         saw --

                                     RACHEL
                         I have been alone.

                                     JEHAN
                                 (pause)
                         Let's go.

               EXT.  DUKE'S MANOR - BALCONY - NIGHT

               Duke Areles stayed at the edge of the balcony, looking out 
               on the city beyond his gates.  The town appeared so innocent 
               and beautiful through the hanging torchlights glowing along 
               its canals and cobblestone paths.  Here, at last, he could 
               soak in a sense of tranquility and try to let go of the 
               horrors of battle, as Elouan had inspired.

               The moment fell short.  He saw someone on the lower courtyard 
               stumbling toward the manor.

                                     MAYOR
                         I must see him!

               Servants rushed to intervene, but for whatever reason, refused 
               to physically connect with the trespasser.  The darkness 
               cloaked the face of the intruder.

                                     MAYOR
                         Absolution!  He refused to open his 
                         doors to me!  Vile clergyman!

               The duke suddenly recognized the timber of the voice.  
               Worried, he rushed inside.

               INT.  DUKE'S MANOR - STAIRWELL - NIGHT

               Giovanni dashed up the flight of steps to intercept Elouan 
               on his way down.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         We go now.

                                     ELOUAN
                         What is wrong?

                                     GIOVANNI
                         You were right.  We should never 
                         have come back into town.

               INT.  DUKE'S MANOR - DINING HALL - NIGHT

               Elouan and Giovanni landed into the dining hall.  A few of 
               the guests were already in a hasty escape, while several 
               others stared in dread toward the open walkway leading to 
               the servants' quarters.

               One of the young male workers stood there, hugging the 
               archway, his skin jaundiced and body buckling (from a 
               grotesque cough).  His half-open shirt -- torn to grasp cool 
               air against a devastating fever -- revealed a hideous rash 
               of dark speckles upon his chest, as if branded by red and 
               black coins.  He looked down at the body of a female servant, 
               already expired upon the floor.  She apparently broke out of 
               her quarters, and in her delirium came upstairs and died in 
               front of the guests.  Her blackened fingertips curled with 
               gangrene, head tilted to reveal a bubo the size of an onion 
               split open upon her neck, oozing darkened blood.

                                     ELOUAN
                         Where are your mother and father?

                                     GIOVANNI
                         They have already left.

               He crossed himself.

               The duke alighted from the stairwell, followed by Rachel and 
               Jehan.  They halted in astonishment.

                                     RACHEL
                         Poppa!  

                                     UMFREY
                         We must leave now.
                                 (to the Duke)
                         Forgive us, my lord, but we have to 
                         go.  It seems people are ... not 
                         well.

                                     DUKE
                         Indeed.

                                     BEATRIX
                         I went to gather our personal barber, 
                         but he refuses to be near anyone who 
                         might have this pestilence.

               The Duke was surprised by her report.

                                     MAYOR
                         I want to see him!  I must see him!  
                         Let me through here! 

               The stranger stumbled in.

                                     DEPUTY MAYOR
                         Mister Mayor!

               The town's leader looked like a madman -- black hair matted 
               from sweat, eyes bulging, clothes soaked with fevered 
               perspiration, chest splattered with blood he had at one time 
               vomited (some of it still outlining his lips).

               When he spotted Duke Areles, he gathered all his strength to 
               limp his direction.  Clearly something impeded his gate, as 
               if stabbed in the right thigh.

                                     MAYOR
                         Your lord!
                                 (COUGHS)

               Doctor Masci hesitated.  He knew what he was looking at.  
               But also knew nobody else in the room would help.  The mayor 
               wobbled and began falling to his knees.  Masci couldn't let 
               him be so debased, so quickly rescued him from hitting the 
               floor.

                                     DOCTOR MASCI
                         I've got you -- I've got you.

               Elouan joined, assisting Masci to lower the mayor on his 
               back.  He placed a hand firmly on the leader's spine, helping 
               to stem the ravaging of the cough.  The duke hurried to stand 
               watch over his sickened friend.

                                     MAYOR
                         Please.  I beg to almighty God!

               He stared up at the ceiling.  It looked as if he saw something 
               nobody else could, and it terrified him.  (HEAVY BREATHING) 
               Elouan put a calming hand on the mayor's billowing breast, 
               catching his attention.

                                     MAYOR
                         What is happening to me?

                                     ELOUAN
                         Very soon you are going to be walking 
                         down a long a tunnel with a bright 
                         light at the end, brighter than the 
                         sun.  When you come out on the other 
                         side of it, you will be in no more 
                         pain and the sickness will be gone.

                                     MAYOR
                                 (laughing)
                         How do you know that?

                                     ELOUAN
                         Faith.

                                     DUKE
                         We will nurse him from here.

               At that moment, the ill servant, on his knees, quaked with 
               the rasping cough.  He jostled violently in its throes, then 
               belched a horrid gurgle and suddenly painted the floor with 
               blood from his lungs.  

               Elouan raced to a table adorned with drinking pitchers.  He 
               sopped himself from head to toe with the carafes, hoping to 
               clean away any contaminants acquired from the mayor.  Then 
               he rushed to Giovanni, who bounced anxiously on the balls of 
               his feet.  Beside him, Rachel stared, astonished again by 
               Elouan's actions.  Jehan kept a tight grip on her shoulders, 
               as if using her as his own personal shield.

                                     ELOUAN
                         Watch yourself.

                                     RACHEL
                         I - I will.

                                     JEHAN
                         We both will.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         Let's go!

               Elouan nodded and Giovanni hustled him through the crowd.  
               As they passed Masci and the duke, the mayor fell silent. 
               His eyes turned blank.  Dead.

                                     DEPUTY MAYOR
                                 (weeping)
                         Oh, God!

               EXT.  MAIN ROAD - NIGHT

               The light of street lanterns played on Giovanni and Elouan's 
               faces as they sprinted through the town on Giovanni's horse.  
               (Every few seconds, screams and sobs shattered the calmness 
               of night.)

                                     FIRST WOMAN
                         No-o-o-o!

               She barreled into the middle of the street and collapsed in 
               agony.  Giovanni quickly swung the horse to avoid trampling 
               her.

                                     FIRST WOMAN
                         My poor son!

               As Giovanni pivoted, he and Elouan had a view through the 
               woman's open door.  They spied her teenage son propped against 
               an interior wall -- dead and covered with the plague rash.  
               A pair of neighbors arrived, curious to check on the 
               commotion.  When they witnessed the corpse, they hurried 
               into the street, avoiding any proximity to the house of death.

                                     FIRST WOMAN
                         Eydis!  Eydis!

                                     PERSON
                         It's the rosies!  They've got the 
                         rosies!

               Elouan shuttered his eyes in remorse.

                                     GIOVANNI
                         Dear God in Heaven, what is happening?