[Mock-Fiction] IV - Alea Iacta Est {Rogue's Story}

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26. 23 – Farewells

Rogue collapsed. He was the first body she saw when she reached the site beyond the trench. The and the sight of him would be the hardest to bare. She touched his cold face, closed his dimmed eyes and brushed back his gore-matted hair – weeping and sobbing, saying his name over and over again.

 

“Noel…” she said, “Noel, Noel…”

It wasn’t long before the others caught up and tapped her on the shoulder. When she wouldn’t leave Noel’s body alone, they pulled her away and started digging a mass grave. And still she sat next to him, suddenly incapacitated, incapable of doing anything else, and caressed his face with her hands and cried. She saw other bodies too being lined up beside him – friend and foe alike.

She sang softly to them:

 

Rest, good soldier. Rest, dear foe.

Leave behind: Your earthly woe.

Seek the light – there, you go;

Not I, that dealt your ending blow.

 

Please, please – don’t haunt me,

Your deaths are mine to blame.

Please, please – don’t taunt me,

As I weep and hide for shame.

 

Rest, good soldier. Rest, dear foe.

Leave behind: Your earthly woe.

Seek the light – there, you go;

Not I, that dealt your ending blow.

 

Good soldier, you were brave.

Good soldier, you were strong.

But, now I’ve dug your grave:

To send you where you belong.

 

So, rest now, your pain is gone,

Rest now, your trouble’s ended.

Because of you the battle’s won,

Because of me your wounds untended.

 

Now I am left to weep,

As if a mother over her son –

A sorrow so hot, so deep:

That your task is truly done.

 

So please, please – don’t haunt me,

Your death is mine to blame.

Please, please – don’t taunt me,

As I weep and hide in shame.

 

Rest, good soldier. Rest, dear foe.

Leave behind: Your earthly woe.

Seek the light – there, you go;

Not I, that dealt your ending blow.

 

Dear foe, you fought unwisely.

Dear foe, you were a fool.

Yet, you were never miserly –

In your loyalty to those in rule.

 

But, rest now, nothing left to obey,

Rest now, ease your soul and mind.

Because of you we were held at bay,

Because of you we met in kind.

 

Now I am left to weep,

As if a mother over her son!

And I am left to reap:

A lesson after battle won.

 

So please, please – don’t haunt me,

Your death is mine to blame.

Please, please – don’t taunt me,

As I weep and hide in shame.

 

Rest, good soldier. Rest, dear foe.

Leave behind: Your earthly woe.

Seek the light – there, you go;

Not I, that dealt the ending blow.

 

I learn from your ending,

And what sticky end is this?

One died in defending,

And finding Death’s kiss.

The other in offending,

And still Death doesn’t miss…

 

What have I to say,

But to say what I must?

No matter our ways –

We all are to dust.

 

Hush, good soldier. Hush, dear foe.

Leave me behind with earthly woe.

Show me the light: where must I go?

Death, deal here my ending blow.

 

The mercenaries came, taking the bodies away and setting them gently into the grave, one by one. After all the bodies had been placed, some eight thousand, they began to put back the sand and dirt.

“To my lads,” said Rogue, so that all heard her, “my students on the training field, my sons in the dining room, my brothers in battle and my fathers in my weakness – goodbye. No doubt, we shall join you. Perhaps soon, perhaps later. Wait for us with patience and forgive us for any wrongs we did you

“To our former foes – rest. Your troubles are ended. Perhaps in a different life we may walk in friendship. Your departure is no less mourned than the departure of any other.”

 

Silence fell on the rest of the day. Save the steady shovelling of dirt on body.

 

* * * * *

 

Darim looked at the Red Pill in his hand, frowning deeply. He rolled it around in his palm. His father had healed successfully – and as much as that relieved him, it also saddened him to know that he would have to leave soon. He looked over the ledge he was seated on, knowing that he was holding up some very important historical figures in a white purgatory because of his procrastinating and brooding.

 

“Darim!” he heard his name being called, “Darim!”
 

Darim stood and spun around. A body crashed into him, knocking him off balance. He momentarily lost footing, but regaining it, he realised he was being kissed. He kissed back, even if a little awkwardly.

“Rogue?” he said, as she pulled away, “I… I don’t understand.”

She hugged him tightly, “In case you break your neck.”

He sighed, a sad smile forming on his lips as he rested his head on her shoulder, his hands not moving above or below her waist.

Such a gentleman, Rogue thought.

“You favour me now?” he asked.

“Darim…” she loosened her hug and looked up at him, “Darim, I’ve always favoured you. Meeting you changed my a opinion a little, but the idea was the same,” she looked away for a moment, “I know I’m not the greatest admirer…”
 

He kissed her. Darim could feel her hands caressing his hair and neck, her fingers examining the line of his jaw. His unwavering grip stopped their bodies from touching as an ancient level of boundary dictated, even though he felt an opposing desire.

“Come with me,” he said as they released.

“What?” Rogue replied softly, her brows furrowed.

“Come with me. To the old Masyaf. The ancient world. Do you remember all its wonders? Jerusalem? There’s so many things you can see. I’ll show you Damascus, Basra, Antioch,” he saw the sadness in her eyes, “China, Mongolia, Europe!”
She shook her head slightly.

“Then I’ll stay here.”

“Darim, you…” she put her forehead to his chest, “Do you remember what I told you about purpose?”

He nodded.

“Mine is here. Yours is back in the eleventh century. We’re both needed in our own times and places,” she grasped his face as he began to shake his head, “Darim, don’t! Your father, your brother and your mother are going to need you. All Masyaf is going to need you. Please!”
“I have you at last,” he said, “And I will return empty. I won’t even remember you,” he ran a hand through her short hair, “I won’t even remember you. But you will remember me. You will never forget me. And you will be hurt by it.”
 

Rogue regarded him for a moment, gazing into his eyes, before she pulled away slightly, and tore her red shawl at the edge. She took the red piece of fabric and tied it to his right arm, over his Hidden Blade, “I’m sorry, Darim,” she kissed him on his cheek, “I’m sorry for all the things I’ve said to you. But this is all I can spare that won’t be taken from you by the Matrix. It won’t remind you of anything. But… but…”

“I know,” he said, “I know.”
Rogue took out another Red Pill – as Darim had clearly dropped the one he had been holding – and placed it in her mouth. She kissed him again. As soon as the Pill disappeared into his mouth and down his throat, she found herself caressing air. She sat on the ledge, her head bowed.

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