"Amora, no!  Lotor, no!  NOOOOOOOO!"  Drinian realized he was now a stowaway; the entire rouse was a trick to divert from the real activity at hand.<br/><br/>****** EARLIER *****<br/>"Father Benson!" A monastery guard came in quickly, he looked out of breath, as if he had been running a great distance. He put his hands on his knees, catching his breath as he spoke, " There's...Grecian ship...south part of the island...isn't attacking....just waiting for something..."<br/><br/>Drinian looked astonished; going to Hilda, Drinian inquired, "Exactly which enemies of England razed Drinian Manor."  Hilda curtsied.  "Milord, there is rumor that a man calling himself Alexander is conquering England and on the way to the royal house and Camelot, if he can find it; he takes his name, obviously from inspiration from the old Alex the Great.  So far, nothing has stopped him.  He is trying to resurrect the old Hellenistic influence on English soil, milord."<br/><br/>"And their newest man, Prince Lotor, fits right in with their scheme.  We must catch up with that ship."<br/><br/>In haste, Hilda, Drinian dressed up as a Monk, and Friar Benson rushed to the southern part of the island.  At times, Hilda carried Drinian as he was still in pain from the wounds Lotor had inflicted.  As they approached the boat, they could see a young girl in a pair of tunics; the body and size of Amora and another older, gruffer gentleman dragging her along and a big old box.  Benson exclaimed, "There, Lotor, the box, Amora.  Go after them Drinian!"<br/><br/>Hilda carried Drinian the last of the way.  Before they could board, a guard who was about to give the order to engage stopped them.  Benson stepped in.  "Milord, please accept this monk, Brother Drin ... er ... Brother Drake.  He wants to make peace with you of noble Grecian origins."  The sailor was about to laugh them away, but he went into the ship for a moment and consulted with Lotor and Amora who just boarded the ship.  Coming back, he laughed.  "You are indeed welcome on this ship, Brother Drake.  Come."  The shipmate helped him up to board the ship.  He then realized the ship was already moving; the guard prevented the others from boarding.<br/><br/>A few moments passed.  Suddenly, the entrance guard reappeared.  "The two people you were chasing are ready to see you now."  His heart immediately increased its beating rate and he became flush red in the face.  Realizing it was now or never, he was escorted to a small cabin room where the two were waiting.  They were indeed the people he had chased.  "Lotor!"<br/><br/>But suddenly Lotor undressed himself and so did the lady he thought was Amora.  Suddenly, he realized he made a simple, but disastrous mistake.  These were shipmates of the Grecian carrack; and they seemed very much in love; apparently they were part of a diversion.  The Lotor look alike laughed, "Expecting someone else, were you?  Maybe you were expecting ... hmmm ... them.  Here, take this, Brother!  Or are you really a Brother?"  The lotor-look alike handed him a telescope and pointed in a certain direction off the ship.  Drinian pointed the telescope, and peering throgh the lens in a far distance ... he saw ... the REAL Amora and Lotor off in a distance in what looked like a much smaller cog.<br/><br/>******** back to present ***************<br/><br/>"Amora, no!  Lotor, no!  NOOOOOOOO!"  Drinian realized he was now a stowaway; the entire rouse was a trick to divert him from the real activity at hand.<br/><br/>Drinian was poorly bandaged due to his own carelessness and there would be no way now he could still get back to shore.  He realized that both the Grecian warship and the cog had gained some distance off the shore very quickly.  The cog was moving in the complete opposite direction of both the vessel he was on and the island he just escaped.  It was a masterful trick!  Two ships going in completely opposite directions, and now an unknown future for both former Lord Drinian and Amora now await the waters of future fate.