Psychology; the feelings of others; knowing how to respond; none of these things were strong parts of Julian's repertoire. Simply listening; that's what he did. Every time Manuela spoke, his heart inside of him soaked in every word. To not know who your family was, to not understand completely where you came from, that must have hurt. He couldn't help but look over at her; she wore a beautiful dark red dress. It suited her very well; he did not believe she would do well with a fancy dress, all prim and proper. Although he assumed that she would take to choosing outfits that suited her very much, for ladies always got lost at clothier or fabrics at the market.<br/><br/>He pondered his next response. Then placing his hands on his forehead, he looked down and gave a deep sigh. "That will not do. That will not do." Standing up, he said in a regular intoned voice, "Damn. Damn, damn, damn." He sighed again.<br/><br/>"I thought we could be friends; I thought we could get to know one another a little. But, Rome will have my head if they think I'm consorting with a witch" he stated. He seemed more troubled at what Rome felt of the situation, maybe even jealous of the prospect of Rome taking her away. But why? He had not known this very young lady for more than a day, ever since his eyes glanced over the scripted words of 'Manuela' on a list of those who were to be executed.<br/><br/>Disappointed, he quieted down and added, "I know what it's like not to have family. My mother died of tuberculosis at a young age; my father died in the Crusades against the Turks. Man of high social standing; he left me with nothing and insisted I follow him into battle. When I didn't, I was simply left to the monks. Hmmph." He analyzed the situation and his words more. He was about to speak when suddenly, there was a large banging knock at the door.<br/><br/>Proceeding to open it, the lackey stood at attention. "Your excellency, I'm glad I found you."<br/><br/>"How did  you know ..."<br/><br/>"Did you really think you fooled us, running off into town? I mean, as the Bishop, you can do whatever you wish. Except this."<br/><br/>"Except what, lackey?"<br/><br/>"John. My name is Sir John. You can't be here with ... with ... with her ... "<br/><br/>Bishop Julian turned and looked at Manuela and turned back. "Why all the soldiers behind you?"<br/><br/>Sir John answered, though Julian wanted to point out he should be called Sir Juan in Spain. Apparently his British nobility had taken over.<br/><br/>"You have three choices. You take her now as your concubine so we can have a reason to keep her around or you turn her over for arrest since she is clearly a witch, having now bewitched you. Or, both of you are placed under arrest!"<br/><br/>"Juan, I have a question. Who authorized this impudence?"<br/><br/>"Why, Pope Leo X, sir. He summons you quickly to Rome, to explain why she's been allowed to live. Well, maybe not exactly those words, but his papal bull seemed to indicates he wishes to remind you of your, how shall we say it - place and prestige here? I'd like to say to His Holiness that you are going of your own accord so there wouldn't be any unpleasantness."<br/><br/>But Julian was heartbroken; the choices before him led all to defeat of Manuela which he didn't want. He stated, "I'll go to Rome on my own accord, but you shall leave her alone."<br/><br/>The lackey turned around quite annoyed; he thought to himself, why couldn't we just have a regular bishop who stayed in the Diocese, did everything the Pope asked, and played the part well? "I'm afraid it's not going to work like that your excellency. You're both going." A few guards came into the hut and surrounded Manuela. Bishop Julian tried to be her rescuer, but the lackey drew his sword and very carefully placed the end of it at the tip of Manuela's neck. The soldiers cried out, "That wasn't part of the deal. Get the Bishop and the girl you said!"<br/><br/>But Sir John did not relent. "I am placing you, Bishop Julian, under arrest and throwing both you and and the girl in a dungeon until it's time to go to Rome. I hope during your imprisonment, you'll think very carefully about how you wish to proceed. I hear a friend of yours may be in Rome, a Mr. Martin Luther."<br/><br/>Julian said under his breath, 'He's no friend of mine', though the truth was he wished he could visit Luther's library to discover some Greek manuscripts. "No matter" Sir John finished. "You may both end up with the same fate."<br/><br/>Sir John looked at the woman; he licked his lips slightly, as if inordinately desiring her. He looked over at the Bishop. Then he looked at the guards and said 'Take them.' It actually seemed ridiculous; the lackey thought he was more important than the girl he was arresting.