Night of the Templar Page #5

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such a treasure would buy.

The pleasures that we

might finally delight in.

What say you, brother?

I would rather be eaten

by a pack of wolves

than allow your evil venom

to course through my veins.

You are

an honorable man.

Pity.

Melkon! Behind you!

My Lord...

My Lord...

Shhh.

I'm sorry, my Lord.

I am but

small and weak.

I failed you.

Would you forgive me?

You are braver

than any man

I have ever

met in battle.

Was I a good servant?

Servant? No.

I see you more as a leader of men.

Thank you, my lord.

Thank you.

Brother, how will

you sleep tonight?

Knowing that I'm

no longer number two.

Oh!

Turn. Turn

and look at me

that I may see your

face as I take your life.

No, I will not give

you that satisfaction.

You have not earned it.

I am better

than you.

Only in cowardice,

my dear brother.

Only in cowardice.

Best of friends,

dear Melkon.

We were... best of friends.

Dear brothers, farewell.

We shall ride again...

backstabbers.

The people can fend

for themselves, brother.

In the meantime, I shall enjoy enough

fortune for ten lifetimes of excess!

And now Gregoire, it

is time for you to die.

So be it.

But I will avenge

the deaths of my brothers.

You have made your pact

with the devil, Renault.

You will have your

ten lifetimes of excess.

But then...

I will

come for you.

All of you.

Whoever wrote

this inscription

wasn't kidding.

Passion, loyalty,

deceit, betrayal...

And revenge.

Right.

And revenge.

Do you think Gregoire is

going to carry out his curse?

Yes.

Most definitely.

They have

like 10 lifetimes.

Say they realize

their mistakes,

that they made...

and they

try to rebuild...

what is it called?

Their spiritual temples.

Do you think that

he would spare them?

Perhaps.

But I believe one must

truly desire to change.

And even then, ultimately,

it'll be in God's hands.

And if they don't

change their ways?

Then as prophesized...

Lord Gregoire will

kill them all,

without mercy,

and take their wretched souls to hell.

It is spoken from his

lips to God's ears...

it is the inevitable.

What are your thoughts?

I'd say go for the ten

lifetimes of excess.

I mean, what

the f***, right?

I don't agree.

But I guess everybody has a

right to their own opinion.

You're smart.

And you're cute too.

You think I'm cute?

Yep. I noticed you first

time we got in the car.

I think we should

spend this time

to get to know

each other better.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

I'm just getting

to know you.

What happened

to Celine?

Celine isn't

here right now!

Stop! Stop it!

Stop!

F***! Yo! You said

everyone was free game!

I said not her!

Fine! F*** it. Not her then, my fault.

Sh*t.

F*** you.

I should have never left

you alone with him. Ever.

Look at me.

It won't happen again.

He'll never

touch you again.

Hear me?

I'm sorry, Amy.

Okay?

Yeah.

Jake!

Jake!

Jake?

Seven hundred

years have passed,

You will have your

10 lifetimes of excess.

And as prophesized,

the ordained time

will soon be upon us.

Their kindred spirits

will soon be aligned

for the reprisal of he who

was betrayed so long ago

so that one day he may

fulfill his destiny.

My mission is to make

sure that everything

is carried out

as planned.

That's my task.

Your leaving now

changes nothing.

To deliver the souls

of the accursed

to hell for all eternity.

I believe that's

why I'm here.

I will come for

you, all of you.

And as spoken from

his lips to God's ear,

he will return

for his vengeance.

It is the inevitable.

Like the threads?

You do wear

it well.

Thank you.

It's befitting

of you and habitual,

once again mimicking

the life of a man of God...

and now a priest.

A great cover,

don't you think?

Free meals. A cut

from the Sunday basket.

No tax and most of all,

beautiful nuns

and the altar boys.

What could be better?

I tried the Rabbi

thing, but...

too much to learn.

And that Kaballah, oy!

You just love giving religion

a bad name, don't you?

I aim to please.

Did you get

my calling card?

I kill these two over,

and over, and over...

for 700 years,

and each time was more

enjoyable than the last.

Nobody steals

my fortune. Nobody.

Yours? It was never yours

to begin with, Renault.

Renault?

Anyway... you know

the old saying,

Have you considered any of the

turning the other cheek business?

You know, let

bygones be bygones.

Not today.

Pity. Do you remember the

man you made the mistake

of calling the second greatest swordsman

in all of the

Mediterranean? Menas!

If she's Menas, then

I must be... Melkon.

Once again.

The advantage of surprise.

Really? Catch.

Hm. Delicious.

I see you've returned

to picking apples.

Occupational hazard.

Any of that

blood yours?

T'is now.

Who the hell is he?

The Shopkeeper

from down the road.

The shopkeeper?

And how in God's name

is he going to help you?

He wasn't always

a shop keeper.

Hello Menas.

It's been a long time.

Yes, it

has been, Melkon.

Melkon? I thought I was...

Melkon? You

must be shitting me.

As you took

your dying breath,

I did not regret your

death, my brother,

but only the fashion

in which it occurred.

You chose it.

I intended on

killing you honorably.

I robbed myself of knowing

that I was the best.

And since that night

I've waited in limbo

for 700 years

for this very moment,

to prove that I am

the superior swordsman.

I have no desire

to fight you.

I'm not leaving

you with a choice.

Ah.

My liege.

Looks like we'll have ourselves

a fair fight this time.

Yes, my lord.

If I've told you once, I've

told you a thousand times:

I am not your lord,

I am your brother, Melkon.

Yes, my lord.

Whatever.

I will not live in

your shadow any longer.

The only shadow

you live in

is the one you

cast for yourself.

I shall cut you ten times.

Once for each

lifetime of excess.

Or perhaps 700, eh?

One for each year of sin.

Come and get it!

Oh, I plan to!

You betrayed us.

You swore never to betray

us and then you did!

So Renault,

as promised...

I'm taking

you to hell.

Ah yeah,

that little thing.

Well, I'm certainly fine

when you're having fun.

Are you sure it's been

already 10 lifetimes?

Because I'm only counting

8 or 9 at the most.

Oh well,

c'est la vie.

C'est la guerre.

Touche.

I just want

to let you know...

each one of my lives was

more decadent than the last!

I did the unimaginable

to people!

I know.

I am better than you.

Prove it.

Not with swordsmanship,

but with humility.

No!

You only defend,

attack me!

I will not give you

that satisfaction.

I have waited 700

years for this moment.

Now you pick up your sword

and you fight me.

What are you doing?

Fight me like a man.

Put it in your hand now!

Fighting you will

not make me a man.

Pick it up. Put it in

your hand and fight me!

Why won't you fight me?

Because...

Because you're a coward.

No.

Because I love you.

Remember as children, how

we played together everyday?

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