Survivor Part 3 (8/8)

      Kay Kelly (wilusa@EARTHLINK.NET)
      Wed, 4 Apr 2001 04:38:49 -0400

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      We relaxed with drinks--a choice of Scotch or beer, no
      Cutting Edge in sight--and Duncan whipped up a pasta
      dinner. That came as a pleasant surprise to me; the
      others had been well aware of his culinary talents.
      
      While we were lingering over coffee, he finally raised
      the subject of Jacobıs vendetta. "Manny, I suppose
      you've been wondering whether Connor really did start
      the whole thing by murdering a priest."
      
      Actually, I hadn't been wondering--I'd taken it for
      granted. Why would Jacob have let his own life be so
      horribly disrupted, for centuries, if he didn't have a
      legitimate grievance?
      
      Of course I didn't say that.
      
      "Connor didn't defend himself to me," Duncan said
      softly. "Didn't tell me anything while he was alive. But
      I learned from his Quickening that it was much more
      complicated.
      
      "The people of Glenfinnan had driven him out, calling
      him a demon. Years later, when their crops failed, they
      needed a scapegoat--so they blamed his mother. His
      adoptive mother, though they didn't know that. They
      claimed *she* was in league with demons. Connor knew
      she was in danger and slipped into the village to save
      her. But they beat him into unconsciousness and
      burned her alive. On a cross."
      
      "My God," I whispered.
      
      I too had once had a mother.
      
      "Father Rainey--the priest who'd raised Jacob Kell--was
      pretty much the ringleader. And Kell didn't take heroic
      risks to stop it." Duncan's voice shook with emotion.
      "But things weren't as black and white as Connor
      thought. He knew the two priests were better educated
      than the rest of the villagers--and he and Jacob had
      grown up as friends. He was sure those priests didn't
      really believe he was a demon or allied with demons.
      
      "I can't be sure about Rainey. But I know from Kell's
      Quickening that he did believe it. He *didn't* believe
      Connor's mother was evil. He thought that if Connor
      really was a demon, an incubus might have molested
      Caoilin in her sleep and made her pregnant. He also
      thought Connor might have been so afraid of dying in
      battle that he'd made a pact with the Devil--again, no
      fault of Caoilin's.
      
      "Kell did try to save Caoilin. He won Rainey's
      agreement to a compromise--that she'd be spared if
      she'd agree to say Connor was not her own child. He
      thought he was asking her to tell a small, harmless lie.
      It was really the truth--but she still refused to say it.
      Kell felt he'd done all he could. And who knows--I don't
      think any of us can say for sure what *we* would have
      done, facing a crazed sixteenth-century mob.
      
      "Connor broke out of the cell where they'd been holding
      him, tried desperately to save his mother--and failed.
      He was half out of his mind at that point. When
      someone began urging him to leave his mother's body,
      he spun around and struck out at the person without
      looking. And *that* was when he killed the unarmed
      priest."
      
      We sat in stunned silence.
      
      Indeed that was "more complicated" than Jacob had led
      me to believe.
      
      When Duncan resumed his story, he surprised me
      again. "Kell grabbed a sword and charged Connor. And
      Connor, still not thinking clearly, ran him through.
      
      "That day, he'd realized for the first time that Kell was
      a pre-Immortal! When he saw what he'd done, he was
      appalled. But he had to decide whether to carry his
      dead mother's body off with him, or Kell's. He chose his
      mother.
      
      "In later years, he never blamed himself for having
      killed Father Rainey--or for having given Kell his first
      death. He could plead temporary insanity on both
      counts.  But he'd come to his senses after that. And he
      never *forgave* himself for having abandoned that
      newly made Immortal. It haunted him all the days of
      his life."
      
      I was the first to find my voice. "When Jacob came to
      understand Immortality, he thought that if Connor
      had known what he was, he would have beheaded him."
      
      Duncan shook his head. "There was never a chance of
      that. Connor believed he should have taken him as a
      student."
      
      "Jacob's having a teacher would have changed
      everything," I mused. "Everything! But it never
      occurred to him that Connor could have been that
      teacher."
      
      Duncan could only murmur, "I know."
      
      ***
      
      He had yet another bombshell to drop.
      
      The biggest of all.
      
      "Connor didn't think Kell had survived long," he told
      us. "And he certainly didn't suspect him of being his
      mystery enemy, because the murders didn't start till
      late in the seventeenth century. I know now that in
      those early years, Kell had been afraid Connor had
      magical powers he didn't." The pain written on his face
      told me he was thinking of the powers Jacob himself
      had so recently won--and lost to him. "Connor, of
      course, never imagined such a thing.
      
      "But in 1987, Connor had a Watcher who respected
      and admired him. Dana Brook. She was almost as
      devastated as he was when Brenda was murdered.
      
      "Brook couldn't bear the thought of anything like that
      happening again. So she violated her oath. She
      revealed herself to Connor. Told him about the
      Watchers--*and about Kell*."
      
      Joe Dawson practically erupted out of his seat. "She did
      *what?*"
      
      I was thinking less of Brook's oath-breaking than of
      what it implied about Connor.
      
      And I wasn't alone. "He knew?" Pierson whispered. His
      face was ashen. "He learned Kell had murdered his wife.
      But he did nothing. And later, he knew Kell must have
      been the one who'd murdered his daughter. But he still
      did nothing. He went into the Sanctuary instead of
      going after him..."
      
      "Yes," Duncan said bleakly. "Because of the guilt he felt
      over what he'd done to Kell. That was why he welcomed
      the idea of the Sanctuary. He knew he'd never be able
      to change his mind, give in to the temptation to seek
      revenge." I saw his fist clench. "But Matthew Hale knew
      about Kell too, and he wasn't aware Connor knew. Brook
      didn't dare tell him she'd broken her oath. I think his
      urging Connor into the Sanctuary was criminal."
      
      None of us had any argument with that.
      
      "So that was why Connor made you take his head?"
      Pierson asked gently. "Because of the...sin on his
      conscience?"
      
      Duncan nodded. "Yes. He knew by then that Kell had to
      be stopped, and only our combined strength could do it.
      He insisted on being the one to die." His voice sank to a
      whisper. "The only reason I agreed to kill him was to
      save his Quickening. I knew he wouldn't defend himself
      against the Watchers.
      
      "I didn't think I'd need his strength to defeat Kell.
      
      "But he was right. I did."
      
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      After that we stopped drinking coffee.
      
      ***
      
      Duncan still had a different kind of surprise in store for
      me. Hours later, when we were all feeling loose, he said,
      "Hey, Manny, I had another reason for wanting to see
      you. I know you have a problem on your hands,
      needing to dodge the Watchers."
      
      I grunted. "Too bad plastic surgery isn't an option for
      Immortals."
      
      "I think I have a better idea than plastic surgery." His
      eyes were twinkling. "Have you ever heard the
      expression, hide in plain sight?"
      
      ***
      
      And that's how I came to my present employment--as
      manager of a legit business in the United States, a dojo
      called De Salvo's Martial Arts. I'm doing what I love.
      Offering more real instruction than anyone else has
      done here since Charlie De Salvo's death; we're actually
      in the black.
      
      I anticipate a long, happy life. After all, what Watcher
      would expect to find a member of Jacob Kell's gang
      *working for Duncan MacLeod?*
      
      
      
      
      The End
      
      
      
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      *Author's Note: Of course, it's also permissible to use a
      first-person narrator who **doesn't** die in the end!
      <g> As the reader may recall, we do not, in any
      version of Endgame, see a close-up of Manny as he's
      about to be whacked. (Though we do see it in the
      "Special Effects" feature on the DVD.) I know the
      filmmakers' intent was that Manny dies in between Bob
      and Winston, while the camera is on Duncan MacLeod.
      But if we don't see it, I don't accept it as canon. Did
      anyone who knows me imagine I would?*
      
      *I couldn't resist ending Manny's story as I did, because
      actor Victor Rieta is in fact Adrian Paul's martial arts
      instructor.*
      
      *I changed the name of Connor's mother because, based
      on my knowledge of Irish names, "Caoilin" looks more
      right to me than "Caiolin." I know there's an Irish
      feminine name Caoilfhionn (meaning "slender and
      fair"), rendered in English as Keelin.*
      
      *I had two things in mind in naming that famous hotel
      the Phoenix. You'll understand one if you've read, or do
      read, my Endgame sequel "Land of My Birth." Hint:
      Another name I considered for that fic was "Ashes."*
      
      *The other consideration was more personal. My
      mother had a childhood sweetheart who died at about
      age eight, and his family operated a historic hotel in
      our home town--the Phoenix Hotel.*
      
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