Chap 10
That night as Sen Ju slept. Alexander walked back up the mountain to the temples. At the entry he met a young priest of Kahless. "My name is Alexander and I have a few questions."
"We are closed for the night my brother."
"I thought the house of Kahless would always be open."
The young priest smiled. "The house of Kahless also needs to be cleaned."
"What is your name?" Alexander asked.
"Kor'tath"
"How long have you been a priest."
"Two years."
"Tell me Kor'tath, Is there any single item in this temple that only the true Kahless would know?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, any person could say, Yes I am Kahless and that's my sword or d'k tagh. That's my painting. But is there an item that would prove that …only the true Kahless would know or use."
"Or open…" Kor'tath added.
"Yes…open maybe."
"In the gallery there is a small lock box, it was said that the Lady Lukara gave it to Kahless as a gift. It was made by the finest locksmith artisan in all Qo'nos. It cannot be opened. Only legend has suggested what lies inside the box. Only Kahless or the Lady Lukara would know how to open the item."
"Perfect…I need that item."
"The item is a precious relic. It's priceless. It's not something you can just take and return. Has some charlatan told you that he is Kahless?"
"Listen…I will show you."
Alexander laid out his case. Showing the evidence he had gathered. The priest was at a loss to understand the DNA much as Alexander was.
"We should show this evidence to the High Priest Koreth." Kor'tath announced.
"And what if we are wrong. We would all look like idiots. This is sensitive and saying there maybe a person who is Kahless here invites death. Klingon style. It is just a box. It can be brought back. You need not loose sight of it at anytime." Alexander explained.
Kor'tath wandered off for a moment as if contemplating this, then he returned. "I will get the box. Tell no one"
Alexander and Kor'tath headed back down the mountain to the tavern. Creeping inside, they made their way to the room where Sen Ju was still asleep. Alexander pointed to the small table near the bed. "Set it there." he whispered.
Bor'tath sat the box down carefully and they both left the room. "Grab a seat." Alexander said pointing to a couple of chairs in the empty bar. "Now we wait."
Hours passed. Alexander and Bor'tath both ended up falling asleep.
They were both awakened by raised voices in the bar room.
"Whats happened?" Alexander asked shaking off the sleep. Bor'tath awoke suddenly nearly falling off his chair.
Alexander walked quickly back to the room with Bor'tath close behind.
Sen Ju was gone and the lock box lay opened on the small table. Bor'tath raced forwards to the box to see that it had various locks of hair within. "The children, he kept locks of their children." He exclaimed.
Alexander followed the noise. The old man of the tavern and two large klingons were bashing at the door of the holo suite. "Whats going on?"
"You," the old man accused, "Your friend has locked himself in the holo suite."
"My bother is not well, I will get him out."
A moment later, Bor'tath arrived yelling. "It's Kahless, It's kahless, our lord has returned. The years of waiting are at an end."
"What? Again? Have you priests cooked up another one in a test tube?" one of the klingons laughed.
"Ignore him," Alexander said, "Too much blood wine."
Alexander turned back to the old man. "Get me a tool kit and I will get him out." Alexander then thrust a handful of money into the old man's hands. "I will get him out."
The old man looked at the money with a sneer and then waved off the two large klingons. "Tool kit is behind the bar. If it's stolen I will kill you."
Alexander nodded and raced to the bar.
A moment later he had the panel off the holosuite and was trying to remember which circuit ran the door controls. He tried one and recoiled as a shower of sparks leapt out at him. "Not that one." He mumbled.
Bor'tath stood silent and agog watching this happen in front of him.
With a click the door opened on the holo suite and Alexander walked tentatively in. Bor'tath then raced in close behind.
