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Feb 24, 2008 23:33

It's no surprise to Melou when the door to the little room he and Melehan have been granted in the church flies open and Constantine steps inside. Their Latin is good enough that when the monks started shouting about blasphemy and sacrilege, it wasn't difficult to put two and two together.

They don't reach for their swords; giving up their weapons had been a condition of being granted sanctuary to begin with. They weren't supposed to need them while they were here.

Apparently, they'd made more of an impression on their cousin than they had anticipated. It isn't unusual for war to be waged over a throne, from family or otherwise, but this all just seems a little personal.

It's also a clear indication that despite their failure - and that they will very likely be dead within minutes - they haven't entirely lost. Their honour is intact; Constantine's is not.

Oddly, Melou can almost be at peace with that. Almost.

Constantine doesn't even deign to talk to them, simply orders his men to take Melehan first. It's not a lucky guess, or even flat-out knowledge that they're starting with the elder of the two, but a sign that they don't care which one is eliminated first. Both the Sons of Mordred will die.

They put up a fight - they wouldn't be who they are if they didn't - but there isn't much they can do. They're out numbered and unarmed.

Melou is forced to watch his brother be murdered. When it's his turn, all the fight in him is gone. He might as well be dead already.

It's a blessing when he actually is.

I'm sorry, father.

We're coming.
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