Sir John winced at the mention of the fact that he was not in charge, that Lord Navarez should be in charge. He also winced when Lord Navarez looked fondly upon the woman. Sir John dropped his head in shame. Interrupting the conversation, he approached Bishop Julian to say, "You are right my Lord. I do not belong here any more than a monkey belongs to a family of lions. My time here seems to have passed. You have fanfare for your man at arms, but nothing for me. I shall see to it I am moved out before sun fall."<br/><br/>Bishop Julian didn't know what to do. So he said, 'Wait, Sir John. Let us hear Lord Navarez out on the matter before us. You seem to run away when we have family talk.'<br/><br/>Navarez looked at all three of his audience and continued. "Lady Manuela, I am glad to hear that you are not really Bishop Julian's concubine, so His holiness must have a fondness for you another way. And I believe I know what that way is. Look, look here" he said, opening what appeared to be a larger family tree.<br/><br/>"This is your Father's family tree, my Lord. I did not notice it at first, there are so many names going beyond so much lineage. But right here, you will miss it if you are not paying attention. A name." The parchment seemed slightly brittle. Bishop Julian looked closer. "A name, written here, in the middle of the tree, underneath my father and next to my name, but with no lines attached to indicate relation. And Manuela's mother's name in the note that you gave to me. Could it be ..."<br/><br/>Navarez could not help but smile at Manuela and then direct his attention to his Bishop with a jaw dropped Sir John in the background. "I believe you and Manuela, your excellency, are siblings. I believe Manuela is your sister."<br/><br/>Sir John piped up, "But I wanted her; I didn't really want her killed. I wanted her; she is a fair woman, I wanted friendship with her. But you and your smugness, Bishop Julian. You can never stand for anyone raining on your parade, holier than thou, come to Mass and pretend everything is going okay in your Diocese while I'm dying of loneliness over here. I figured if I took Manuela to Rome, I could convince her to be my friend and then we both could turn on you. Now, you're her brother?"<br/><br/>The Bishop raised his hands. "This is not the way, Sir John. Had I known you were alone, I would have ... "<br/><br/>But Sir John would have none of it. He immediately drew his sword. "I challenge you to a duel, for the Bishopric."<br/><br/>Lord Navarez stood between his liege and Sir John. "Have you gone mad? This is for something for them to process, this is supposed to be a time of joy. And you have turned it into your own foolish pride."<br/><br/>Sir John's face hardened and then reddened; looking over to the newly declared sister (if she really was that), he looked at her for a moment. Then he withdrew his sword. "I will leave before sun fall."