Manguino finally nodded, and after entering her body, she opened the vial and poured the contents over both their genitals. Very little was seen of the newly wedded couple over the next couple of weeks. They stayed in their wedding chamber and consummated their promise. The people of Pomperaque returned to their blank and lifeless style of living, knowing well that their ArchBishop Manguino had indeed found his true love. CHAPTER TWELVE The years passed after the fateful executions in Pomperaque. The years also passed for Boyce and Lloyd, studying the ancient ways in the Alugean library. Since Besten was close by, Lloyd had at intervals gone there to see his family and obtain some news of events in the city of Pomperaque. The first years were depressing for the young Boyce, trying to grow up without his real father and terribly missing the kindness, and love, from his beautiful mother, and at times, turning frustrated in not having others of his age to play with, and little girls to pretend being in love with. Then it happened, that after several years of stay at Alugean, Boyce grew to manhood, possessing a quick mind and agile body, trained to full perfection by the guidance of his mentor and friend, Lloyd Bartlett. When Boyce was nearing his eighteenth year and he knew his studies of the past, as-well-as remembering his promise to Brook, and his manly body could hold up against the sharpest blows delivered by Lloyd, Lloyd took him to his father in Besten to meet his father and mother, Harvard and Rae Bartlett. Harvard was pleased, beyond words, to meet Brook Scullion-Blue's only son and he treated him in the manner much befitting a King. Several months after their acquaintance, Boyce trusted Harvard enough to tell him that the ArchBishop was really his uncle; Brook's brother. This news, however, didn't disturb Harvard Bartlett because he divulged to Boyce, his own knowledge about his own ancestral relationship to the ArchBishop and indeed to Boyce himself. "We are much like cousins far removed, yet not removed so far as to keep me content." Harvard told Boyce. "I am the fifth generation descendant of Daphne Jones, daughter of Richalé, son of Hosea Jones. I am from a line of the male twin. Your family of Carter, is on the other hand, from the line of the daughter twin, Dioneza. We are related, so as to say, in common knowledge and theory about our ancestral line." Harvard took a large rolled piece of animal skin and spread it out before Boyce to let him see a genealogy of their common family roots. "I see the broken line of my father. He is not a true Blue descendant." said Boyce but not without pride. "Yes, we know that he was a foundling and we also know who his real parents are." Harvard told Boyce. Boyce was amazed and he smiled, eagerly waiting to hear more.