Date: Mon, 6 Jan 1992 09:58:06 -0700
From: Allen Melinda Kay 
Subject: Just a Bit of Light, Conclusion

[The castle of Melathrion, the courtyard.  Quixote stands guard over the
mighty castle, pacing back and forth with Sancho, concerned for the Lady
Dulcinea.]

Quixote: I tell you, Sancho, I do not like what I have seen.  Apparently
     Freston, arch-fiend that he is, has been at work in my Lady
     Dulcinea's life as surely as he has been at work within the heart
     of the Lady Eliana.  'Tis fearsome, the depravity to which he sinks
     to strike at me.

[The sounds of a fight come through the open gateway.  Quixote starts
and turns to the source of the commotion.  He pales.]

Quixote: My lady.

[Without wasting a moment, he grabs a second weapon should there be too
many foes to tackle with just his sword.  Holding a long lance, he heads
out the front gate, where he sees Sylvester's men carrying Kabeta off,
her arms tied behind her back.]

Kabeta: Let me go!  I'm warning you!

Quixote: Monsters!  Unleash her!

Sylvester: (turning) You again?!  This is none of your affair.  Keep
     back, or I'll crack your head like a nut.

Quixote: I have warned you once.  Now unleash the Lady Dulcinea, or I
     will free her by force.

Sylvester: This doesn't concern you.  Leave us alone and you won't get
     hurt.

Kabeta: (calling) Dave, go for help!

Quixote: Have at you, then, false knight.

[Quixote charges at the group of rebels which numbers about twenty in
size, and swings his lance at Sylvester.]

Sylvester: Holy--!

[Sylvester ducks under the blow and swings his leg out at Quixote,
hoping to trip him up.  Quixote easily sidesteps the limb and charges
at the rebels who are holding Kabeta.  The lance, however, is somewhat
long and not all that easy to hold up right.  It inadvertently drops,
where it catches in a gopher hole.  Quixote continues to run straight
with it, and beans one of the rebels with the wrong end of it.  He
lifts it up again, taking another rebel down as the other end rises from
the ground, hitting him in the chin.  Struggling with the awkward
weapon, Quixote stumbles into the other rebel holding Kabeta and knocks
him down, landing on top of him.]

Kabeta: (rolling her eyes) My knight in rusting armor.  Oh joy.

Quixote: One moment, my lady, and I shall release you from those unjust
     bonds.  Sancho!

Sancho: Woof!  Woof!

Quixote: Sweet Jason!  What transpires here?

[The rebel on whom Quixote landed now shifts shape into a wolven form.
Snarling, he easily slides out from under the surprised knight-errant
and prepares to attack.  Camera focusses on the wolf's snarling face.] 

Kabeta: (to herself) A Xavionite?

[Fade to black, then we see a starship against a starry sky and the credits
begin]

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Just A Little Bit of Light, part the last
By Dave Learn and Melinda K. Allen
In memory of Gertrude Lily Allen, February 13, 1908 -- January 5, 1992

Guest-Starring:

Daniel de Loup as Evox
Christina Marzano as Alexis
Ian Lamm as King Stephen
Scott Elliot as Sylvester
Kevin Randall as Matthew


Directed by Christina Marzano
Lighting by Lighting Up Xavion, Inc.
Sword Fighting by Inigo Montoya
Music by Xavionite Philharmonic

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[We return to the scene of a wolf's snarling face as it leaps to kill.]

Quixote: What foul magick is this?  This can only be the work of
     Freston!

Wolf: Arooooooooooo!

Sancho: Grrrrrrrrr!

[Sancho leaps at the transformed rebel and the two get into a nasty
fight.  We hear howls and screams throughout Quixote's and Kabeta's
next few lines.]

Quixote: Hold still, milady, while I cut these ropes with my sword.

Kabeta: Your sword?  Watch it with that thing!

Quixote: Milady, be still, or I might rend your garments by accident,
     and we will both be shamed!

[Quixote cuts her bonds with ease, and turns to face the rebels once
more.  Most have transformed into wolves, while three (including
Sylvester) have remained human.]

Quixote: Sweet Jason!  They are lycanthropes.  What foul magic is this?
     Surely these villains cannot be the same as the heroes of Xavion of
     whom the Lord Aren spoke so eloquently.

Kabeta: They're Xavionites, all right, but they aren't heroes.  Get
     ready, good Knight--we're in for a battle. There are sixteen of them,
     and only two of us.

Sancho:  Woof!

Quixote: You forget my loyal squire, milady--there are three of us.
         And with Jesu's help, we shall soon even the odds.

Sancho: Woof woof.

[The rebel Sancho fought lies beaten on the ground, wounded and in pain,
but quite living.  Evox suddenly appears, wielding his sword, to
investigate the noise coming from outside his father's castle.  To his
surprise, the rebels do not flee when he appears, although he is well
known for his skill with the sword.]

Evox:  Back, miscreants!

Sylvester: I am not afraid of you, Evox.

[They draw swords and face off.]

Evox: That is your mistake.  Pride goes before the fall, man.

Sylvester: So I'm told.

[Sylvester lays on in macduvian style, swinging his sword with thrusts
that shatter the night.  Evox is steadily losing ground before this
rebel, and soon finds himself back against a wall.]

Evox: You're good, man, I'll give you that.  But I'm better.

[CLANG.  Their swords strike again, but this time Evox loses his grip
and his sword falls to the ground.  Sylvester swings again and strikes
Evox a telling blow to his upper sword-arm.]

Sylvester: I think not.

Evox: aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[Meanwhile, Quixote and Kabeta are busy with the thirteen wolves and other
two Terimite rebels.  The wolves rush at them, but stop short, howling
loudly when they approach the sharp point of Quixote's sword and
Kabeta's lance.]

Quixote: You shall have none of us tonight.  Begone!

Matthew: (he's one of the humans) Surrender, foolish knight.  What can you do
	 against us?

Quixote: I shall emerge victorious -- back, imposter! -- or at the
     least I shall die in the defense of the Lady Dulcinea.

[Kabeta looks at him strangely.  Where did that come from?]

Matthew: Attack now, you curs!

[At his signal, the wolves rush at the duo, howling mad.
Quixote swings his sword and biffs one wolf upside the head and then
another, not wanting to be forced to wound them seriously.  Sadly, the
rebels have no such compunction about killing him.  One of them takes a
running jump at Dave and hits him in the chest, cutting his face badly
with its claws.  Matthew stands back and observes with a look of
sadistic glee on his face.]

Quixote: Ghaih!  My eyes!

[He swings his sword in anger, and strikes the wolf down, a stream of
red flowing from his sword.  He swings again, blindly, his vision
blocked by a flow of blood.]

Kabeta: My lord, watch where you put that thing!

[Kabeta swings her lance around, wolves clinging to it, and succeeds
in knocking a few of them senseless.  The insensate wolves lie on the
ground, stunned, and do nothing more to impede her progress.  The other
wolves, of course, want Kabeta as a hostage, and so are more concerned
with killing Dave, who they feel poses a threat to their revolution
since he is opposing them.  A wolf leaps onto Dave's back, grabbing on
to whatever foothold it can find on his aged armor, meaning to attack
him from behind.  Kabeta sees this and nearly brains the hapless rebel
as she swings her lance around.  Dave, of course, also feels the blow
and staggers as he struggles to keep his footing.  He steadies himself,
realizing that if he goes down, the wolves will rip him to pieces
in minutes.]

Quixote: A good blow, milady.  Tell me: how many of our foes are left?

[Quixote hears a wolf charging him from the side, and turns to meet it
with the side of his sword.  The wolf hits it with his snout and wails.
Kabeta looks around.  They have taken out all but eight of the wolves,
and Sylvester, who now approaches them.]

Kabeta: Just eigh -- can't you see?

Quixote: Nay, Sweet Dulcinea, I cannot.  One of these evil wolves has
     rudely slashed my face so I can see nothing but my own blood.

[He turns to face her, and Kabeta realizes just why he is called the
Knight of the Woeful Countenance.  His face is a mess.]

Quixote: Eight wolves.  We shall see victory yet.

Kabeta: Victory?  How?

Quixote: You shall see 'ere long.

[Eight pairs of red eyes stare at the blinded knight and his lady as we
fade to black and go to a commercial.]

[Back from the commercial.  Quixote and Kabeta gird themselves for a
desparate struggle, when suddenly Aren appears, walking with Eliana.]

Eliana: I'm telling you, I heard wolves.  It sounded like they were in
     pain, like they were fighting.

Aren: But there are no wolves on Terim, Elia--

[He stops short as he sees the carnage.  Evox lies against the wall,
blacked out, blood flowing from his mangled arm.  Sylvester and the
eight remaining rebels surround Quixote and Kabeta, taunting, provoking,
and trying to intimidate them.]

Aren: Eliana, it's Evox.  Can you sense his mind?

Eliana: Yes.

Aren: He's been wounded.  His right arm, near the shoulder.  You have
     to stop the bleeding and get him to calm down.  Here.

[Aren brings Eliana to Evox.]

Eliana: But Aren -- !

Aren: No buts.  They need me out there.  You have to help him.

[Aren shifts into his wolven form and rushes toward the wolves.  They
think he is one of their own, and are rather surprised when he suddenly
grabs one of them by the neck with his maw and rattles him silly.]

Kabeta: Who?  Aren?

Quixote: The Lord Aren is here, Lady?  Thanks be to Jesu!

[The two rejoin the fighting.  Meanwhile, back with Evox.]

Eliana: (v-o) Evox, can you hear me?

Evox: (v-o) Oh God, the pain . . .

Eliana: (v-o) I know, Evox, I feel your pain, too.  I share it.  Let me
     carry it for you.

Evox: (v-o) My arm . . . bleeding . . . pain . . .

Eliana: (v-o) I'm trying to stop the bleeding, Evox.  Whoever attacked 
      you cut deeply.

Evox: (v-o) Too much . . . give up . . . can't take the pain . . .

Eliana: (v-o) There is an end to pain, Evox.  Even the worst pains can
     find relief.

Evox: (v-o) How--how can you s-say that, when you don't believe it your-
     self?

Eliana: (v-o) But I *do* believe.

Evox: (v-o) Then let go of your own pain.  Forget what the Antareans did
     to Xavion.  Forgive them, and forget the pain.

Eliana: (v-o) Forget it?  How?  I suffered so much!

Evox: (v-o) The bleeding's slowed down.  You should have been a doctor.
     Eliana, you aren't the only one who's suffered.  Open your mind,
     and listen to the agony around us.

Eliana: (v-o) I know.  I can feel their confusion, their pain.  I can
     hear Dave, thinking he has to defend the honor and virtue of a
     woman who exists only in his mind.

Evox: (v-o) Do you see his darkness?

Eliana: (v-o) What does he know about darkness?  That idiot is so full
     of light it sickens me.

Evox: (v-o, just the hint of a smirk) You think so?  Dave is blind.  One
     of the wolves raked his face fifteen, twenty minutes ago.  He can't
     see a thing.  But he's still trying, despite his blindness to do
     what he knows is right.  That's the difference between the two of
     you, Eliana.  You're both blind right now, but his blindness is
     only physical.

Eliana: (out loud) Why, you--!

Evox: The bleeding's stopped.  Thank you, sister.  I am in your debt.
     Now I just hope the physician can save my arm.
     

Eliana: I've sent for help.  The king's physician should be here soon.

[As if on cue, the physician arrives to tend to Evox.  Eliana goes out to
the scene of battle with her cane.  Matthew, defeated by Aren, is lying 
motionless on the ground, as is the other human (Luke).  All the wolves
are wounded and only Sylvester remains to face off with Quixote.]

Aren: (in human form) Dave, let me do this--don't be an idiot.  I can
     see.  You can't.

Kabeta: My lord, you can't fight him alone.

Quixote: Nay, I cannot, but I must.  Lord Aren, you shall be my eyes.

Sylvester: (circling around) You've destroyed our revolution, ruined any
     chance of our gaining our liberty from Melathrion.  I will kill you
     for this.

Quixote: Nay, 'tis not I who defeated you, but God who has saved the
     king's life today.

Sylvester: Then perhaps your Jesu will save you from me!

[Sylvester lunges at Quixote somewhat clumsily.  His leg is bleeding,
apparently inflicted by the lupine Aren.]

Aren: Dave, watch out!  He's coming straight at you.

Quixote: (steps aside) You must show me, milord.

Kabeta: Show you?  How in . . . ?

Aren: No, I understand.  A mindlink.

[Ripple effect as Quixote sees the battle scene from Aren's perspective.
He sees Sylvester, struggling to rise up again, and he sees himself with
a countenance that looks very woeful indeed.  His face and armor are
streaked with his blood and the blood of others.  He advances, sword
drawn, toward the wounded Sylvester.]

Sylvester: No, no, I'll stop you!

Quixote: The time for fighting has passed.

Sylvester: No!

[Sylvester rises up, sword poised to kill Quixote.  Dave has no choice
but to swing his own sword and strike the unarmored Sylvester in the
stomach, knocking the wind out of him.  Sylvester goes down.]

Quixote: Victory.

Kabeta: Victory?

Aren: Victory?

Eliana: Victory?

Quixote: Victory!  Take heart, my friends, and let this be proof to you
     that good shall always triumph over evil.  (takes a step towards Kabeta
     but stumbles--Aren steadies him)

Aren: Dave, are you all right?

Quixote: Nay, 'tis but a scratch.

[He passes out and pitches forward onto the ground.]

Aren: Or maybe a bit more.  You were cut up badly.

Kabeta: Oh, noble crusader!

[She rips off a part of her uniform pants leg and wraps it around
Quixote's head injury.  He gradually awakes and looks up into Kabeta's
face, through eyes no longer covered with blood.]

Quixote: Oh, that I might always awake to such a vision.

[Kabeta smiles.]

Stephen: (running out) What has been going on?

Kabeta: Glorious things!

Aren: Absolutely glorious things, your majesty.  Dave Quixote has just
     saved the Lady Dulcinea from being kidnapped by Terimite rebels.

Sylvester: (winded, spitting out a mouthful of wood) I am not a
     Terimite!  

Aren: (under his breath)  No.  You smell more like an Anterean to me.

Stephen: What rebels?  Who is this Dulcinea?

Kabeta: I am.

Stephen: (confused) Your majesty?  But your name is Kabeta.

Kabeta: I've taken a fancy to being called Dulcinea lately.

Stephen: But what . . . ?

Aren: King Stephen, these men and women attemped to kidnap Captain
     K...Dulcinea.  Apparently, they were trying to overthrow King
     Melathrion for some injustice, and felt that, if they abducted 
     a Star Fleet captain, their cause would be aided by the 
     resulting investigation.  My guess, though, is that the "injustice"
     is a cover-up--from the reactions of those humans to wolf bite,
     I'd say they're not from Terim at all--these fellows are Antereans! 

[One of the downed wolves hears Aren say this and begins to snarl]

Wolf:  Anterean!  H...he said...we thought...(struggles to his feet and 
       approaches Sylvester)  I should have known you weren't from Terim!
       How could I have missed the smell of Anterean filth?

[Luckily for Sylvester, the wolf is injured and hasn't the strength to 
attack him]

Stephen: (to Sylvester, who is now being taken away) Is this true?
         Are you an Anterean?

Sylvester: (growling passionately)  Xavionite scum!  Yes, I'm an 
	   Anterean, and proudly I can say it, too!  My people have 
	   NOT been entirely destroyed, and we will take your people 
	   back in chains some day.  If this knight and his stupid 
	   mutt hadn't interfered, we would be fitting the slave collar 
	   to your neck by now!


Stephen:  (rubbing his neck thoughtfully)  Well, I'm certainly glad Dave
	  was around then.  And Sancho too...instead of slave collars for
	  us, it's a Teriman prison for you and your fellow conspirators.
	  (turning to Dave, who has just been revived)  For now, though, 
	  Sir Knight, I would like to offer my thanks to you and to your 
	  dog. Y...

Quixote: (paling) Sancho!  Where is he?

[Everyone looks around.]

Stephen: He will turn up, Good Knight.

Quixote: (panicking) Where is he?

Aren: Aaaah!

Quixote: What is it?

Aren: I have found him.

Quixote: Is he well?

Aren: Not well at all.  He is breathing, though it does not seem he will
     breathe for long.

Quixote: NO!

[He rushes over to his fallen comrade, and cradles his head in his lap.]

Quixote: (emotional)  Sancho, do not die.

Stephen: I am sorry, Dave.  Perhaps . . .

Aren: Perhaps what?

Stephen: Perhaps he can get a new dog from the royal kennels?

Quixote: (with sudden fire, grabs Stephen by the shirt) You must summon
     your best physicians at once to save him.

Stephen: Um, that's all very well, but Sancho is only a dog.

Quixote: He is my squire!  His life is in jeopardy, and you would hold
     back help from him because of his low birth?

Stephen: I . . I . . . Guards!  Take this good knight's squire to
     receive the best attention possible for his wounds.

Guard: (nonchalantly) Uh, sure.  Whatever you say.

Stephen: (in a voice you do not say no to) At once!

[The guard picks up Sancho and carries him off.]

Stephen: Take these rebels away--Dave, what in Shonyo's name are you
     doing?

[Dave is kneeling next to Matthew and wiping blood from a wound in his 
forehead.]

Quixote: These men attacked me and I wounded some in self-defense.  
	 Nobility demands that I raise them up and tend to their
         wounds.

[Quixote's head bandage -- a piece of Kabeta's uniform -- is now a dark
red.]

Eliana: (confused) It does?

Quixote: Milady, it does.

Eliana: Then let me minister to their wounds.

Stephen: What?

Eliana: Th...they were my enemies, too.

Aren: I will help you.  They were also mine.

[Eliana and Aren depart with the guards, who are carrying off the
wounded rebels.]

Stephen: Good Knight?

Quixote: Yes, your highness?

Stephen: (extending hand) Your sword.

Quixote: (extending sword) I do not understand.

Stephen: (holding sword across both hands) In days of old, when a squire
     performed a great and noble deed, the king would reward him by
     laying a sword on his shoulders and knighting him.

Quixote: I was knighted several years ago, your majesty.

Stephen: I know.  But when a knight proved himself worthy of
     great honor, the king would confer it upon him by his own hand.
     In the land of Xavion, we have a Table of the Gimita, for knights
     who think great thoughts and do great deeds.  It is my wish to add
     you to our number today.

Quixote: (to Kabeta) My lady, words cannot express how glad I am to have
     you present at such a moment.  (to Stephen) I accept the honor,
     my lord, if you think me worthy.

Stephen: I do.  Dave Quixote, in recognition of the glorious deeds you
     have done tonight, I hereby make you a Knight of the Gimita, and
     dub you "Knight of the Wolves."  (lowers the sword to touch each of
     Dave's shoulders)  Arise, Knight of the Wolves, and fight for the
     right.

Quixote: (humbly) My lord, I thank you.

Kabeta: Do not rise yet, good Knight.

[Everyone starts.]

Kabeta: A knight must carry a token of his lady into battle, mustn't he?

Quixote: That is what the annals of knight-errantry relate, milady.
     It is usually a cloth with the lady's colors on it, though we--

Kabeta: Knight of the Wolves, with this token of my colors--the silver
     and black of Xavion, I do seal you unto your holy profession.
     Arise, and fulfill your call.

Quixote: (deeply moved, with tears) My lady, in the presence of God and
     those here, I shall.

[He rises, and after wobbling a bit, manages to stand upright.]

Quixote: And now, lords and ladies, we must to bed.  The night is late,
     and we must sleep.

Kabeta: Actually, I'm a little bit hungry.

Stephen: You, too?  Not used to Teriman food, eh?

Kabeta: Of course.  After dinner tonight, I remember why I don't visit
     Terim more often.  Of course, I couldn't let Melathrion know that!

Stephen: Blood worm is considered a delicacy on Terim.  So is sheep
     intestine.

Quixote: That was a delicacy?  Milord, much more rich food like that and
     I fear I shall never have the desire to eat well again.

Kabeta: I wonder if there is some more common food lying around in the
     kitchen?

Stephen: H'm.  Like asparagus?  Maybe a good venison steak?  

Quixote: Milord, my own hunger begins to rise within me.

Kabeta: I suppose we could go raid the kitchen without offending our
     host too much . . .

Stephen: . . . as long as we keep it a secret.

Quixote: 'Tis decided then.  Let us go, and mayhap we shall satisfy our
     hunger ere Aurora graces the horizon with her beauty which is
     matchless excepting that of the Lady Dulcinea.

Kabeta: (blushing) I'm not sure why I didn't like this guy from the
     start.

[They exit.  Meanwhile, in Aren's and Eliana's guest quarters.]

Aren: Are you all right, Eliana?

Eliana: H'm.  Sorry, what?

Aren: I asked if you were all right.

Eliana: I suppose so.  I just have a lot on my mind.  Evox said some
     things about Dave and myself which I have to think about.

Aren: Oh.

Eliana: But I'm awfully tired.  I'm going to get some sleep now.  How
     about you?

Aren: Not right now.  I'd like to spend some time in prayer .

[Eliana gradually falls asleep as Aren kneels in the corner of the
room, praying for her.  As she sleeps, she dreams that she is on the
bank of a river.  On the side where she stands, the air is acrid and 
burns her lungs as she breathes in.  The ground is twisted and charred, 
with the debris of a war all about. There is no sign of life here. 
On the other side of the river is an Elysian field.  The sun shines
down on the land, flowers and grasses grow alongside mighty trees.
Birds sing and children laugh.  And there, by the river, sits a massive
wolf, terrible and wondrous to behold.]

Wolf:  Come across.  Come to me.

Eliana: I can't.  The last time I tried that, you nearly let me drown.

Wolf: Follow my voice.  Come across.

Eliana: I want to come--really I do!  But the river is so loud and fast , and
     I can't see.  How can I come?

Wolf:   You must trust me and come.  If you will trust me, all will be well.

[Eliana tentatively puts her foot into the water, and shivers.]

Wolf:  Keep coming, my child.

[Eliana goes in, up to her waist, shaking with cold.]

Eliana:  Help me!  The current is too strong.

Wolf: Did I not tell you that you would be mine when you passed through
     the waters?  Trust me and come.

Eliana:  Where are you?  Please!

Wolf:  Come to my voice.  Trust and come.

[As Eliana begins to fight the current and move towards the voice, the 
greyness becomes lighter and lighter until we see dimly the closest 
objects--torrents of water rushing past.  Everything is seen as if 
through Eliana's eyes.  The view grows clearer as she continues to move 
forward, and at one point she turns her head to look around her--immediately, 
darkness floods the scene until she looks straight ahead once more.  She 
does not look around again, and soon she is able to make out a bank, 
seemingly far in the distance.  Clearly visible on the bank is the largest 
wolf imaginable.  Eliana fixes her sight on him and continues across the 
river.  As she watches the wolf, the current grows weaker and weaker, and 
the bank seems closer and closer.  Soon she is running through shallow, 
still water until she reaches him and falls to her knees, trembling with 
fear.  He is large enough that, sitting, he towers above her.]

Eliana:  Shonyo!

[The wolf bends his head to hers and breathes gently.]

Wolf:  Welcome home, Daughter.

[Eliana looks up at the wolf, no longer afraid.]

Wolf:  Walk with me awhile.

[They walk along the river, which is no longer raging, but flowing 
peacefully-- the waters sound as if they are laughing gently.  
Finally, Eliana gathers up the courage to speak.]

Eliana:  Why, Shonyo?  Why did you leave me?

Wolf:  I never left you--I only let you know what true loneliness felt like.
       Always I was there, waiting for you to ask me to come back.

Eliana:  I was terrified.

Wolf:  Of what, my Daughter?

Eliana:  The loneliness--the dark emptiness within me.  (pause--contritely) 
	 I...I do not really hate you, Shonyo.

Wolf:  (kindly) I know.

Eliana:  But there are so many questions.

Wolf:  And there are answers when you are ready for them.

Eliana:  Will terrible things always happen?

Wolf:  As long as humans refuse my love, they will do wrong things.  They
       will hurt, they will kill.  And you must know that I weep for
       the sadness in you.  For every tear you have shed, Child, my tears
       have filled oceans.  

Eliana:  Then make it stop.  Please, just put an end to them all.

Wolf:  One day I will make it stop, and no evil will ever touch you
       or any other of my children again.  But you must have patience.
       I wait because I do not wish for anyone to be condemned.  Someday
       they must be, by their own evil actions.  For now, though, I am
       working to draw them to me, to pull them away from the hatred and
       teach them to love.  (pause)  Kneel, child.

[Eliana kneels before Shonyo]

Wolf:  [Breathing gently on her forehead]  Here, my child, is the light
       you have sought.  Be filled with peace, and be healed of your 
       sorrow.  (pause)  Rise up now, and go.  I will be with you
       always.

[Eliana awakes.  It is morning.  Aren is still kneeling in the corner of
the room, fast asleep.]

Eliana: (v-o) Aren.

[Aren doesn't respond]

Eliana: (v-o) AREN!

Aren: (starts) Wha-- what -- I was just, uh, resting my eyes.

Eliana: Aren, I talked with him last night.

Aren: Talked?  With whom?

Eliana: Shonyo.  I went across the river and we walked together.  Aren, 
	I feel like I've begun my life all over.  I feel clean.

Aren: (finally awake, crawls into bed next to her and embraces her)  I
      love you, Eliana.


[A few days later, on the bridge of the Melbourne]

Muirden: Despite the many unexpected and unusual turns of events, I
     think it is safe to say that things have all worked out for the
     best, even if I didn't have any success myself.  Note a
     commendation for Dave Quixote for rescuing Captain Dulci -- Captain
     Kabeta from Anterean conspirators  at the cost of injury to his own
     person.  Close log.

[Muirden turns, revealing a nasty black eye, no doubt inflicted by one
of the Teriman women he tried flirting with unsuccessfully.  Meanwhile,
in the croutonizer room.]

Grunto: Captain, we're in range for the Heisenberg now.  We can crouton-
     ize you over any time you want.

Kabeta: Thank you.  You are relieved for five minutes.

Grunto: What?

Kabeta: Stand outside in the corridor.

[Grunto leaves, looking confused.]

Kabeta: My lord, it has certainly been an interesting time.

Quixote: (with several long scars on his face) Indeed it has.

Kabeta: Are your shore leaves always this exciting?

Quixote: Milady?  I do not understand you.  A knight-errant can never
     rest so long as Evil labors.

Kabeta: No, I guess not.  (pause)  Dave, I want to thank you for what
     you did for me.

Quixote: Milady, there is no need --

Kabeta: No, perhaps not.  But it is good to see that chivalry does live
     on, even if it is somewhat mentally unbalanced.  Thank you for
     giving me that hope, and thank you for helping me to deal a little
     bit better with my past.

Quixote: I do not under--

[Kabeta kisses him lightly on the cheek.  Quixote is awestruck.]

Kabeta: Good bye, my lord.  Perhaps we shall one day meet again.

Quixote: (silence)

Kabeta: Grunto, I'm ready to go.

[Grunto comes back, still looking confused.  Kabeta climbs up to the
croutonizer pad and beams out.]

Grunto: Right, then, Lieutenant, you're next.

Quixote: I thank you.  Please lower the drawbridge when you are ready.

Grunto: Uh, right.

[Eliana and Aren come storming in.]

Eliana: WAIT!

Grunto: What is it now?  This guy seems to have won the affections of
     every woman in the blimmin' fleet.

Eliana: Dave, I want you to give this notice to Queen half japanese.

Quixote: As you wish, milady.  Lord Grunto, I am ready to depart.

Aren: So long, good knight.  I hope we can meet again.

Quixote: I have no doubt of it my lord.  We three shall meet again one
     day, I am certain.

[Quixote croutonizes out.]

Eliana: (gasps)  Aren . . .

Aren: What is it?

Eliana: My water just broke.

[Meanwhile, at LMC1.  Quixote dematerializes in full armor alongside
Sancho (the dog, now well) to be met by hj, Palmer, and Missy.]

Missy: Oh no.  Even she couldn't help him.

Quixote: Greetings, my Queen.  Lady Missy.  How fares it in this corner
     of the kingdom?

hj: Not well.  Someone has been killing my subjects left and right ever
     since we got here.

Quixote: Dire news indeed.  We must apprehend the murderer at once.

Palmer: Lieutenant Panza is working at it right now.

Quixote: My Queen, the Lady Eliana bade me give this transcription to
     you.

[Quixote holds out the paper to hj, who takes it at once and reads it.]

hj: (reading)
   "To the Queen of Subaru, she who is called half japanese,

   "From the Kingdom of Melbourne, I send you greetings.  Let it be
    known by all present that Dave Quixote, Knight of the Wolves, is
    sane.  He is not only functionally sane, he is probably the sanest
    man I have ever had the fortune to meet.

   "He is possessed of an uncommon clarity in dealing with people and
    events and shows a greater understanding of reality than anyone I
    have ever met.

   "I find no evidence of insanity in this man, and I have noted so in
    his psychological profile.

   "In the service of King Richard Muirden,
    Eliana, Counselor of the Melbourne"

Missy: I don't believe it.  He's won her over to his madness.

Palmer: She's not the only one.  Look.

[Palmer points to Dave, who proudly bears the royal colors of Xavion.]

Missy: But -- but -- but --

hj: Like I said earlier, Missy, he may be a bit eccentric, but he's an
     ordinary member of the crew.

Palmer: Besides, as far as madness goes, he's certainly not as bad as
     the psycho who's been killing our crew.

Missy: But -- but -- but --

hj: No, he isn't mad at all.  Didn't you hear what I read?  He's
     completely sane.

Missy: But -- but -- but --

hj: Anyway, I have to go.  I have a dinner date in twenty minutes.
     So long, everyone.

Missy: But -- but -- but --

[Palmer and Quixote also leave, leaving Missy behind to question her own
sanity.]


[Meanwhile, Kabeta materializes into the Heisenberg croutonizer room.]

Kabeta: Request permission to come aboard.

Scribonia: Permission granted, Captain.  (pause, smirking) Dulcinea?

Kabeta: Oh no.

[She walks out into the corridor.]

McDonagh:  Dulcinea.

G. O'Forever: Dulcinea.

Thokk, Metag, McDonagh, G. O'Forever, Redshirt, Crimsomshirt:
     (singing, obnoxiously)

     Dulcinea!  Dulcinea!

McDonagh: I have sought you, sung you, dreamed you, Dulcinea!

Metag: Now I've found you and the world shall know your glory,

All: Dulcinea!  Dulcinea!

[There is a great deal of silliness, and Kabeta, a bit annoyed, but
mostly laughing so hard she can't gain control of the crew, runs for 
cover as the scene fades to black.]  

Yes, folks--it's really finished.  Oh, and Eliana had twin sons, in case
anyone's interested.