“She gave birth in the Aeroplane?” Humphrey asked.

“Yes. She has been taken to the medical department,” Sir Herbert responded.

Humphrey walked out of their presence and headed to the medical department. He wanted to set his eyes on the baby. Sir Herbert and few of the chosen police paced behind him as he walked rapidly through the corridor. He asked for which theatre he was admitted and they went to check up on her.

When Humphrey left the theatre, he ordered the release of Monk Pat. This time, Monk Pat wasn’t glad with the release, he was wishing to leave UltraDope with the mother and the baby. He had been having diverse thought on the plan of the president towards the child. He was glad that he had built a good relationship with Sir Herbert in the twilight of his stay in the prison and he would bank on that to be getting information.

Humphrey returned to his office, this time in deep thought about what to do with the baby and the mother. He had plans to execute them but kinda not comfortable. His father never built sick reputation, he did care about that. He invited Sir Herbert to his office. A few minutes later, he touched down at his office.

“We are executing that baby and the mother tonight,” Humphrey.

Sir Herbert emotional was downed immediately. The long time prophecy that had been made and he had been warned against it kept resuscitating in his psyche.

“Why sir?” Sir Herbert asked.

“Why? He must be a devilish child to have come to the world with such dark fate. That’s endangering I and my family.”

“I have a better suggestion.”

“Ok. What’s that?”

“Why not send the baby and her mother into exile?”

“No. I have a feeling that they will be back. You shouldn’t worry. All that you needed to do is kill him. The baby will be executed publicly so that the public will know the reason he was killed. A dark fated child can’t be allowed in our society.”

Sir Herbert was quiet. At that moment, he knew there was nothing that could be said to convince the president. He walked out gently without uttering a word. He was in his office when Hemingway paced in without knocking. Hemingway was to be stopped at the entrance by the secretary of Sir Herbert’s department but he turned a deaf ear to the calling of the lady. Sir Herbert lifted his head in panic with the sudden opening of the door.

“I am sorry, Herbert.”

Sir Herbert sigh slowly.

“I just heard the announcement made now that everyone should be at the Supreme Court on Thursday that a judgement was to be made for a dark fated child,” Hemingway said.

Sir Herbert removed the left hand he was using to support his head forthwith na d gazed at Hemingway.

“What did you just say?”

“Judgement day on Thursday that’s overnorrow.”

Hemingway was yearning for a response from Sir Herbert but he was just shaking his head. Sir Herbert wasn’t in his psyche at that moment. He wasn’t even concerned with the fact that the child was going to be killed. He knew he was the one that would make the arrangement and there was no way the prophecy couldn’t come to pass. Turning down the request to follow President Humphrey order might come with adverse effect which might end him up locked in the prison.

Hemingway left without getting a response as Sir Herbert was left heartbroken. On that sitting he had made the decision to visit the monk because he knew he was the only one that could come to his rescue at that moment.

Mr Darlington on the other hand wasn’t that disturbed since the monk has been released and normalcy had returned to the city of Vatice. It was like a won lottery when he went to welcome him after being told by Minister Hemingway of his homecoming.

When Sir Herbert left UltraDope later that day, he booked a flight to Vatice where he went to meet the monk. The hadn’t heard about the announcement because he lives in solitude and didn’t have any form of social communication. Most of the prophecies that did go viral where the one that the gods did direct him to go and make publicly.

He was seated on his wooden chair with his eyes glued at the entrance of the forest beside where he built his house. When the footstep kept repeating, he already knew who it was from the smelt of the person without looking at the back.

“Sir Herbert,” the monk said.

Sir Herbert looked sideways because from the distance while he was coming, he never saw the monk tweaked his head behind and he was surprised he knew that he was the one. He kept twirling his eyes around. That was his second time being at his residence.

“Monk Pat. How do you know I was the one?”

“What brings you here?”

Sir Herbert walked to his front with his two hands clasped at his belly standing upright.

“Monk. There is a trouble. The president has announced Thursday for the judgement of the dark fated child ag the Supreme Court. A public announcement had been made.”

Monk Pat deliberate on what he heard. It was confirmed that it was true. He was surprised though but he embodied. The calmness that he oozes was second to none and he was very compose. The fear on Sir Herbert face wasn’t surprising because he knew why he was there.

“Ok. What do you want me to do for you?”

“I don’t know. The president will certainly give me the duty to execute the baby and perhaps, the mother. But I don’t know what to do. I have come to you for rescue.”

Monk Pat went on his toe and grabbed his right wrist. He held it tight and they walked to the temple where Monk Pat did pray. He kept twirling his eyes around because he had no idea what he was up to.