Friar Gene

'In reverence and by God's own name –

Kym and Len I betroth thee hence;

Be your marriage not put to shame –

Long life and love in every sense;

We hold these two within our heart –

As they would be family now;

Let no action force them to part –

And may they block and bar each blow;

When times are hard we'll lift them up –

Embrace them close and keep them near;

Lift up your glass and drinking cup –

May sip your wine and quaff your beer;

To their good health we drink our toast –

Arise! Stand up! Sit ye not down!

A wedding here is what we boast –

Hail Kym our bride in wedding gown

And good Sir Len in armour dressed;

No happier time has there been –

Before God these two have been blessed –

Celebrate love – there to be seen.'

Friar Gene with a tear in his eye

Did address the townsfolk loudly;

Even he could not keep eyes dry

As he beamed at them so proudly;

'Lord please listen to your servant –

I have sent them hence to their life;

I know not what comes pursuant –

For this new husband and his wife;

But I know you will watch over –

They and their brother Knights so sound;

And you will keep them, moreover –

Close – never lost and always found;

Silent as a shadow at night –

He made his way to his study;

There he sat by the fire-light –

Thinking of this wonderful day;

What did the future have in store?

Strange it was how kismet did play –

Could there perchance be one thing more?

Bess – a concern – but dare he say?.