I do not own any of the BBC characters. I only own my own characters and plots. Thank you to everyone who has been reading and especially those who have taken the time to leave feedback. I know that I'm leaving many questions unanswered, but that's all part of the plan.

"Choir boy, this is very important. What exactly did Lady Rending say to you when she arrived?" questioned Guy as King John and his soldiers listened.

The boy thought carefully, "She asked if mass was still in session and if the King was still here. I told her that mass was over an hour ago and that the King was gone. The Lady was very upset and said she'd have to find another way. Then the Lady took a long look at the cathedral, shook her head and said she might as well get something out of the day. She paid me to keep watch and not let anyone in, Sir Guy – not even you. If I fail her, she'll skin me alive, she said."

"I will make sure she doesn't, lad. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Sir Guy."

Gisborne clapped the choirboy on the shoulder, "Good lad." Guy turned to his stable boy he had brought with him from Locksley. "Now, come here, William, I want you to go into the cathedral with us, then I want you to hang back. Do not approach Lady Rending." Guy turned to address the King, "Your Majesty, I would ask the same of you. While Lady Rending is a most loyal subject, it is not good to startle her. She may act," Guy paused searching for the right word, "hastily if she does not know it is your royal person."

"We appreciate your care of our person, but We are not afraid of any woman no matter how hastily she may act," replied King John with a grin.

All Gisborne could do was acquiesced, "Yes, your majesty."

He turned again to the choirboy, "Do you have a key to the south-west entrance, boy. I don't want these heavy doors startling her."

"Yes, sir."

They all followed the choirboy as he led them round to the smaller door. As the door opened, the most beautiful sound enraptured everyone from the choirboy to the King himself. They had never heard anything like it and proceeded into the cathedral in order to hear with greater clarity rather than to continue looking for Genevieve. However, none seemed to be more in awe of the music than young William who stood unable to move just from the shear beauty of the sounds.

Guy walked out in front of the group with King John following close behind them. Moving closer to the organ, Guy could see Genevieve completely absorbed in the music that she was extracting from the keys and pipes. She was so concentrated that her eyes were closed as if she wanted to close off the entire world except for the sound she was creating.

Just as she was reaching the climax of one of her favorite Bach preludes, Sheriff Vasey entered through the main doors with a horrendous crash. Genevieve's reflexes kicked in and she automatically swiveled on the seat, retrieved her pistol from inside her cloak, and fired it in the direction of the sound. At the same time, King John saw what she had done and cried out, "No! Guards, get that woman!"

Again, actions took charge over thinking as she fired again in the direction of the interrupting sound. The yells of men followed, and she opened her eyes finally to take in the situation.

A few men were huddled around Vasey's collapsed and moaning form at the top of the nave. The guards who had been ordered to seize her stood bolted to the floor in fear of this strange woman and even stranger weapon.

Genevieve had known for a long time that Vasey was one of the conspirators trying to sabotage King John. Getting rid of King Richard wasn't enough because John was ready to take his place. No, Vasey needed the death of both brothers in order to make his own move on the throne. So seeing Vasey on the wrong end of a bullet did not worry her.

Then she looked down and saw what else she had done. Guy had been standing shoulder to shoulder with the King. He had attempted to push the King out of the way of the bullet, and he had succeeded. But he had succeeded by placing himself as a barrier between the King and the bullet. The bullet lodged in Guy, and his blood stained the cold stone floor. He stared up at the ceiling of the cathedral trying to draw the breaths raggedly due to the shock of the being hit.

Genevieve screamed, "No!" and raced to his side. She held his head in her lap and stroked his hair mumbling over and over, "Guy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You can't die now. This is wrong. No, no, no. This can't be right."

Guy looked up at Genevieve and smiled a wry grin, "Maybe, I wasn't the one who scarred you after all?" His hand reached up, touching her warm red hair, before falling limply to his side.

Tears streamed from Gene's eyes and she let out a howl of agony that reverberated through the cathedral. Even King John and his knights were taken aback by Gene's grief.

She ran over to Vasey who had been wounded in the stomach. He was bleeding slowly but a substantial puddle of blood was forming. Gene sat on her knees and grabbed him roughly around the throat. Vasey yelled out in pain.

Genevieve screamed savagely, "Who else was it? Who else is here helping you? Tell me or I'll . . . "

Vasey laughed in her face. "What? I'm already dead you stupid bitch!"

Genevieve brought her knife from out of nowhere and held it percareiously up to his eye. "I get to decide how much pain you feel in the last few minutes of your life. Let's see how see how much you can take." Genevieve ran her blade across his face and he screamed out in pain.

"Very good. I liked that scream. Now, how about a stab to the groin? I wonder if that will get a different type of scream. You deserve to feel a multitude of pains before you die." Gene raised her blade high ready to plunge into Vasey's privates.

He screamed out, "Stop! All right. King John's lackey, Jasper. He's from your time and approached me about all of this. He's the one you want. Jasper said that he would help me become king. In return I would refuse to sign any document about the rights of British people – as if I ever would. Jasper called it the Magna Carta. He didn't want it signed. He wouldn't tell me why." Vasey's breathing was becoming more and more labored, "Now just get it over and kill me."

"My pleasure." Gene still plunged the blade into his groin and other parts of his body over and over. Even after his screams had stopped, Genevieve continued to let her rage flow through her hand and into her knife. She couldn't stop herself.

Suddenly, someone knocked the knife out of her hand and brought two strong familiar arms around her. Guy knelt down and pulled her close to him. When Gene realized who it was, she collapsed and tears started flooding down her face.

"I thought you were shot," Genevieve looked at him in disbelief.

"I am," Guy's strength left him and he sank down to the floor again.

Genevieve's presence of mind came back to her as she started barking out orders to King John's men, "Don't just stand their you stupid fools! Help me get him to the pub."