Late in the night after everyone had vacated their duty post. Sir Herbert went to the graveyard where the corpse was kept. He dug the ground and made it seemed like the child was buried. He eloped the UltraDope with the baby. The monk had been booked in an hotel at the jurisdiction of UltraDope. Sir Herbert walked in to the hotel room.

“Monk Pat. Let’s go. The baby is in the car. He needs immediate attention at the moment.”

“What of the mother?” The mock asked.

Sir Herbert sighed.

“She had been killed. I saw a stretcher being pushed out of the medical department. But I was leading the police after dropping the child at the grave where he was to be buried and I wasn’t chanced to check up on her. I am having the feeling that she had been killed.”

The monk nodded and led the way to the exit. They went into the car immediately and the hotel attendant bills was settled by Sir Herbert. The monk was already at the entrance waiting for him. Forthwith the bill was settled, they paced to the car, the sword pierced a part of the baby’s hand. Sir Herbert had prepared a blood in a plastic container which was placed beside the baby.

When the sword pierced the box. It was the container that was targeted and it hit part of his hand which wasn’t that brutal. The monk was already in the car taking care of it. Sir Herbert drove the monk to his home. He couldn’t sleep throughout the night having the thought of the consequences of what he did.

The monk was to be in his house for the main time until the child was resuscitated. Sir Herbert returned to UltraDope the subsequent day. Hemingway wasn’t at the court because of his emotion. He couldn’t take seeing the new born baby being killed.

Sir Herbert walked into the president’s office. He was surprised seeing Hemingway talking with him. Although, he didn’t meet the secretary en route entering, he thought she was in the president’s office. Humphrey paused when he saw him entered.  

“How did yesterday go?” Humphrey asked.

“It went well. The child has been buried and everything taken care of. What of the mother?” Sir Herbert said.

“I don’t know. She should also be in the worm with her child at the moment. I think the minister of health has taken care of that.”

Sir Herbert was never wrong. He nodded and sat down gently. Hemingway didn’t know what was going on. He widened his eyes in awe gazing at the Humphrey and Sir Herbert. He saw the indifferent reaction on their face.

Humphrey was the one who invited the two of them to his office. They discussed the matter of the state and when they were done talking, they bade him. Hemingway was trying to know what the communication between them implied. Sir Herbert wasn’t interested in the conversations, instead he was directed to the minister of health. Hemingway really went their to confirm the death of the mother.

Before the closing hour at UltraDope, Sir Herbert had already left and taken the monk to the airport and he returned to Vatice. Although, it was late in the night that everything was arranged so they wouldn’t be any suspicious mind.

Monk Pat returned home safely at the middle of the night and performed the usual ritual on the child and the care began. Sir Herbert had promised to be paying a ceremonial visit to the child. He knew he was still going to be with Humphrey when the fate would come to pass.

When Sir Herbert returned to UltraDope the subsequent day, he was taken to the burial ground where the mother of the child was buried. En route leaving the burial ground, he received a call from the monk to be present at his temple on Sunday. Sir Herbert didn’t know the reason the monk insisted that he had to be present. The call came to an end and he walked to his office kinda worried and he couldn’t wait for Sunday inorder to honour the invitation.

When Sunday came, Sir Herbert went to Vatice as he promised and he met the monk praying. He used the period to walked around the area. It was his off day so he wasn’t in a haste. He enjoyed the little time he spent walking around. The child was  tied in a white cloth and placed opposite the monk. The kinda quietness he had experienced on the few occasions he had visited the area had never been experienced before.

He walked to the monk when he saw him standing up from his usual position. He bowed.

“How have you been?” Sir Herbert asked.

“I have been fine.”

Sir Herbert saw the monk smiled for the first time. The monk also had a white mustache which kinda covered the surface of his mouth and only the hair could be seen moving when talking gently.   

“How about the child?” Sir Herbert asked.

Monk tweaked his head to the temple where he was placed with a big smile. Sir Herbert knew there was something special with the kinda disposition he met the monk with the excitement he was oozing while talking.

“That’s him there. He is in the best condition. I want you to witness this moment that’s why you are invited here.”

“Oh really? What moment is that?

“Let’s go!” The monk walked gently to the temple and grabbed the child, “I am naming him today.”

“Huh!” Sir Herbert exclaimed with a smile.

He seemed to have been contaminated by the Monk’s smile. He stood as the monk lifted the child up to the sky and told him to have his eyes closed. Sir Herbert was feeling some unusual moment, the trust he had in the monk was what keep him on his toe.

“This child shall be called, Castro,” Monk Pat said.

“Castro…,” Sir Herbert said looking at his eyes.