After he awoke, he realized his body had been bandaged.  But it was no matter to him; trying to stand to his feet, Friar Benson felt the full weight of an angered, tortured soul.  Drinian knocked Friar Benson to the ground.  The guards became agitated; they approached Drinian, but Benson put up his hand.  "Don't worry about it."<br/><br/>Drinian's mind was full of anger; he wasn't sure what he was going to do or how he would rescue Amora.  Lotor, the monster, had most surely ravished her.  And now he learned that his wife Ariel did not die because he was helpless; her death was in revenge for her rejecting Lotor.  While knocked out, Drinian could only dream of his beloved being ravished by such an evil villian.<br/><br/>Storming out the door, Drinian walked the halls until he found the Chapel.  Nothing made sense to him; but he wasn't here except to look for some things he needed.  He grabbed a torch off the wall; in the sacristy, he donned on some Monk's vestment with a brown hood.  He hoped he would find daggers or other small weapons if he searched hard enough.  Friar Benson came shortly behind, yelling as if to get Drinian's attention.  "You need help, Drinian."<br/><br/>But when Drinian heard this, he was so outraged, he looked up to the crucifix and said, "Help!  Help!  I've dedicated my earnings to you, Benson, for many years ... and this is the help I get."<br/><br/>"No Master Drinian; that's not the help I was thinking of" a familiar voiced popped into the room.  Turning, he saw her ... Hilda!<br/><br/>"I thought Drinian Manor was gone" Lord Drinian inquired.  Hilda had more bandages in her arm.  "Your wound is bleeding again, milord.  Ye can't go and fight Lotor if you've bled out before you get there.  We have to bandage it up for the journey ... it was awful, Drinian.  Your property had always been safe.  But just like Judas Iscariot gave kisses to betray his master, so too Lotor rode on horse with the enemy when they burned and pillaged the lot.  There's nothing left."<br/><br/>"Why, Hilda?  Why would Lotor do such a thing?"<br/><br/>Benson came forward.  "Because of this ..."  He held a rather heavy box; placing it on the altar of the chapel, he very cautiously opened its contents.  "You were supposed to kill Lotor by now, Drinian; then I would have presented this to you.  But you didn't, and you asked."  Benson motioned Amora and Drinian to approach so he could present the gift.  Whatever it was.<br/><br/>"Two hundred years ago, a bed time story was passed down from generation to generation from Sir Arthur's courts that two powerful rulers, a king and a queen, would rise up to power after conquering a little Monastery ruled by fool hardy monks.  And while the story has been told to children many times, in many ways, and with many endings ... something has always been missing from the stories.  The names of this king and queen.<br/><br/>"When this story was written, the author carved the name he received in prayer of both the king and queen on the cross sections of one wooden cross.  The vertical piece has never been in question.  I will now raise the vertical piece on this altar."  A blank stand already existed on the altar; placing the vertical piece in the stand, the unfinished cross was emblazoned with one word:  "A M O R A".  Lord Drinian placed his hands on the cross piece.  The letters were embossed in golden lettering; just as Amora deserved.  "But how could people hundreds of years before known this?  She will be a queen?  But who will be her king?"<br/><br/>Drinian frowned.  "Lotor has captured the other piece; in the same manner Queen Amora is written on this section, the name of the king is written on the other section.  But the second box cannot be opened except by the Queen; and she has to decide to finish this cross with her own hands.  I can't open the second box, I've tried.  However, the other box is with Lotor.  I was so sure he's not the name on the other piece, I let him have it thinking you would have gotten him and the box by now.<br/><br/>"No one knows the name on the other piece; all the more reason for Lotor to keep Amora."<br/><br/>"No one will bring harm to you milord, I promise.  But do you want to continue this quest?  Perhaps this is a sign that you should just start over; I have always been very fond of my master." Hilda hinted.