- HWC Sareth
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(Chorus enters and takes center stage)
In ancient times did Mobius rage
A kingdom in this world to make.
He fought to place all in a cage
Which mightiest blow could never shake.
And in time he won his aim
And all the world did bow it's knee.
And having won his wealth and fame
He built a seat for tyranny.
Here we stand inside his hall
Where placed he mighty seat of gold.
And here I ask this of you all
That there you see it, bare and cold.
For here comes Mobius Conqueror
In red and gold to take his seat
Vigilent he must ever be, for
Rebels ever seek his defeat.
(Chorus exits. Mobius and Advisor enter. Mobius sits in his throne at
stage left. Advisor stands to right of throne.)
Long I fought to bring this world under my rule. And now I must fight to
Long before I parted the mists, opened a portal to another plane.
Through it I brought my soldiers, my fighters, the Mighty Ghorak Zo.
Only my Sentinel Bodyguards are stronger and more loyal.
Tell me, Advisor, how fares it with them this day?
I rode out with them, mightiest of kings, and watched them at your work.
A rabble had risen up against you and taken up arms - a foolish fancy.
They sought to cast down your glorious reign and end your peace.
Your soldiers fought them, and bravely, and captured or slew near all.
But great and mighty lord, I fear to say, not all obeyed your commands.
One soldier, Gerik by name, disobeyed and held back his blade.
He allowed some rebels to escape, I saw it myself.
And so I have ordered him arrested, stripped of title and blade
And brought before you for fair trial and judgment.
Is this true? Can such thing be?
I Know the Zo you speak of. Gerik!
He it was who struck down the banner of the rebel king at the Battle of
I gave him a Captainsy for the deed, and a plot of land here in my own
Can such a man have betrayed me?
Bring him to me.
(Gerik enters stage right, flanked by guards)
Gerik: (To audience)
Oh would that I had stayed in bed this morning!
I, Gerik, a Captain of the Emperor, am arrested!
These chains that bind my wrists I have seen before, but always on other men.
And now, because of my pity, I wear chains I once placed on others.
(Gerik stands center stage before Mobius and kneels)
Great Emperor, your mercy is greatly known to all the lands
And for your mercy, you are greatly loved and honored!
I kneel before you now and plead my case knowing full well the merits of it.
The merits remain to be seen.
My Advisor tells me you allowed some to escape from justice.
Is this true? Speak wisely, for your life hangs by a thread.
My Lord! This morning I took my place at the head of your column
And marched to stop the rebels who fought to disturb your peace.
A full score of your enemies I slew in your name, and a score again I
But in the midst of the battle a house was burned, I know not how.
An ancient man with palsied hands and stone bare head came out
Leaning on the arm of a mere girl not yet of age.
They had no part in this rebellion, but were bystanders caught betwixt.
Their house was burning. Could I heap more suffering upon their heads?
Could I place chains upon one long in years, and one too short of them?
The man and child of whom he speaks are known to me, Mighty Lord.
The one is father to the Rebel's head, the other daughter.
He allowed to escape those who might have told his hiding place.
Even after I ordered them arrested.
Away from me, you, who once guarded my realm.
You failed your duty, allowed pity to cloud your mind.
Innocence or guilt are not yours to judge, but mine alone.
You should have brought them to me, and not taken my powers on yourself.
You stand judged in their place.
Yet I remember the services done me in the past at the Battle of the Cliff.
And so in memory of that I'll not have you slain.
To exile I send you, never to return. You are mine no more.
To the islands you are banished, there to remain
There to be parted from the army you profane.
And now away to Puddleby
On storm tossed isle far away
Surrounded by the sundering sea
And setting for this poor-writ play.
Here does Mobius exiles send
When he his hands he would not stain.
Here he sends those who offend
The order over which he reigns.
Ramshackle huts on lonely beach
Are all thats left of civil lands
And for that shore we now must reach
for our hero now is on those sands.
(Chorus exits. Gerik enters.)
Long was the voyage we took to reach this place.
At times I thought we'd never land.
There, in the darkness of the hold, surrounded by the smell of rot and fish
I thought I'd die. I prayed I would.
For every wave did raise my lunch into my throat
And every trough seemed a drop into the bottom of the world.
I'll never voyage on the sea again but confine myself to these shores
(Gerik exits. Father and A Townsman enter.)
Where is my daughter? I would speak with her.
Since the death of her mother she has been my only comfort.
I would have chosen death after the battle which caused my exile.
My brother was slain leading the charge, banner held high,
His head was removed from his shoulders by one of Mobius' men.
My wife died soon thereafter, resisting those who came to arrest me.
I would have joined her in paradise, had we not a daughter.
For her alone did I cling to life, for she was not yet ripened with
And there was no other to care for her.
No young girl is she any longer.
A woman she is, a blossom of spring delighting the senses.
All the young men of the town adore her, give her gifts,
Hoping to bring a smile to her gentle face,
Or feel the touch of her hand on their arm.
She is the delight of Puddleby.
Speak no more of this to me. I am her father, and she is still but a girl.
It is not seemly to speak to me thus, you would anger me.
Tell me where she is, and leave off your lechery!
I pray your forgiveness. No insult was intended.
She walks upon the beach, as she often does.
A ship was spotted in the night, and she would greet it's passengers.
You have my forgiveness, and my thanks.
(Father and Townsman exit. Silvia enters.)
Silvia: (to the audience)
Another ship arrived in the night. Another ship of woe.
Here to drop a cargo of exiles to this lonely place.
Some are exiled for rebellion sake, some for lower crimes.
Regardless here they come, and here they stay.
There is no way to leave this place.
All who come here remain until the end of their days.
And so I come down to the shore when ever the tide a ship brings.
It is not fit that anyone should be cast up here alone, unmet.
My father and I were greeted thusly when we came here after the Battle of
I was but a girl, and yet I remember it.
A sylvan women in clothes of tan did meet us, and brought us food.
She taught us the lay of the land and took us into her home.
In honor of her, now I do the same.
What is this that approaches? Do I dream?
It seems as though a vision is before me.
Methinks the gods alone are allowed such grace,
Has a goddess come to greet me on this forsaken shore?
Greetings, my lord. I am Silvia.
I am Garik.
You are newly exiled. I see it in your eyes.
They are filled with with hopelessness.
Yet take hope, my lord.
These shores are home to the last of the free.
Here we have made such of civilization as we could.
The life of an exile is hard, but I would not trade it,
Not even for Mobius' gilded palace and throne.
I have come to greet those on the ship that came.
Are there others?
There are none.
I alone was on that ship. I alone was sent.
My disgrace was such it merited an entire ship to carry it alone.
I came unaccompanied, and so my arrival here rated no boat.
They cast me into the sea off shore, to live or die as my arms provided.
There is no death here.
You would have reached shore alive regardless of strength.
Mobius is so jealous of our freedom he forbids our escape
Even through death. Spells are placed on this Isle.
We cannot die, though some of us would seek release in death.
I pray you are not one of them.
I am not. I was young when I came here.
Puddleby is all I know. It is home.
Puddleby? Tell me more of this place.
It is the town on this shore.
Puddleby it is named for the consistency of it's streets
Which are constant in their muddiness.
Though much we've won here through our efforts
We have not yet the leisure to carve out stones for pavement.
The Thooms, at least, like it,
Though the rest of us tire of having wet shoes.
Beyond the town lie the fields and forests,
And beyond them are the mountains.
There live foes that would see us thrown from these shores.
But here, through strength of arms, we have won a sliver of peace.
My father is one of the warriors of this place.
Anon he comes.
And here is my Silvia.
I have been seeking you, my daughter.
One lies injured in town, and has need of you.
I will go to him.
Will you see to this Zo standing before you?
Gerik is his name. He is new arrived.
I will. Now get you hence, for you are needed.
My daughter is a kind girl.
She has learned at the hands of the masters
And now she knows the healing arts.
But you, you have the look of a soldier.
Your limbs radiate power, your face speaks of inner strength.
It seems as though I have seen you before.
Do I know you?
Gerik: (to audience.)
It may be that he does, but he remembers not.
Many of those here were exiled by my men and efforts.
Perhaps it would be wise not to recall it to them.
I was a soldier once. But my soldiering days are ended.
I am an exile, for I freed Mobius' foes.
Then you were a rebel, as was I. Be welcomed.
We have need here of warriors and soldiers.
Look you out over the waters. What do you see?
I see an island. Smoke rises from it's center.
That is the Island of Devils. And beyond it?
It seems as though there is some haze,
A darkness less of sight than of heart.
I know not it's source, but little do I like it.
That is the Isle of Ash. Dark is it's name.
Dark is it's existence. There live the piratic Darshak.
Ever do their dark rites create a pall that falls on all the isles.
They raise up creatures there to destroy us.
We are pinned between many foes here.
Orga live inward, and Darshak out.
It is the strength of our limbs alone that keep our homes from the torch.
We could use more such as you.
Then perhaps I may be of some purpose in this new land.
Tell me how I may be of service.
I will. But first you must have hunger and thirst.
Cruel are the captains and crews of Mobius' ships.
We will retire to an inn, and you may eat.
I will accompany you, and share in roasted meat.
Here behind me sits a tree.
And under it a swath of grass.
These lie next to Library.
And people sit, and watch folk pass.
There you see the center of Town,
Where people watch and in turn are seen.
And here is smile, and there is frown.
This then the setting for our scene.
(Silvia and Townswoman enter, sitting under the tree).
Look there. Do you see?
That is a fine figure of a Fen.
His glossy fur and darting tail
Are a delight to mine eye.
Do you see his grace and poise?
How he smoothes back fur
And smiles with twinkling eye?
I flatter myself by thinking his eye
And smile are for me.
I take pleasure in the thought.
How now then?
Did you not just this last week
Speak to me of sylvan delight?
What then? Is new found love
So quickly lost as gained?
What then of the young lad
You swooned over then?
He was but a passing fancy.
Too soon I learned of his true love,
His delight in wood and field and sky.
He'd rather woo the stars than me.
But that there, that fen, that man,
He would woo me, and woo me well.
He'd teach my throat to purr with every kiss.
For my part I doubt it.
I will now the mystic be.
I predict this time next week we will sit,
As now, and we will pass the time.
And you will say to me,
"Mark you yonder thoom.
"That there, then, is a man.
"In his throat sack I'll delight,
"And in my night sack, he'll delight."
How now! You mock me.
Do you think me so fickle as to leap,
From bed, to bed, to bed, and back?
And even were it so, why not?
I am young. While my spring lasts,
let me enjoy the variety of flowers that bloom.
Autumn shall come soon enough.
You are hardly one to school me on love.
Though half the men of this town would teach you,
None of them you would have.
You are the fairest of flowering womanhood.
Yet you jealous of your nectars seem.
You spurn the visit of every bee,
Except, perhaps, Gerik?
It seems to me your eyes follow his every move.
Perhaps the flower at last is opening?
Now it is I who is mocked.
Gerik is guest of my father.
Newly arrived, we have taken him in,
Until such time as he may find a place his own.
There is nothing between us.
I warrant that to be true.
Nothing between you save the night air
And the pleasurable warmth of flesh on flesh.
Away from me! You may delight in casual dalliance,
But not I!
My flesh is not made a field for games,
Though yours, it seems, is made a circus.
There is no call to be so rude.
I do but tease.
Besides, it seems to me Gerik approaches.
I will leave you now in private.
Good day Silvia.
Good day Gerik. How fares Puddleby's newest exile?
He fares well. Your father showed me the lay of the place.
Now I believe I can find way from North Gate to South
In but a month, rather than a year.
You give yourself too little credit.
But three weeks you have been here.
And yet you know the ways of wood and field
As though one born to this place.
Did I not hear yesterday you wandered the Tanglewood,
And was not lost even once?
He who told you so is a flatterer.
I did but follow those I was with.
I played not the part of guide.
Then your guide was above excellence,
For I hear you had to carry him from the wood,
Unconscious, for you encountered a Berserk.
If you followed his guidance, twas unnatural directions.
This is an unnatural place.
It is, and it is not.
Though we may not naturally die,
We still must obey natural rules.
You are adapting supreme well to this place.
If so, it is because I have a supreme teacher.
You speak of my father.
Perhaps. Perhaps I speak of another.
You mock me.
Only a little. But come.
It is a lovely day. Will you not use it?
I would have another lesson on this place,
From you, my supreme teacher.
Well then. If you must make mock, I will endure it.
What would you learn today?
I would learn of you and your father.
Tell me more of your past.
For it seems to me he lives in shadow of it.
And it ever presses on his heart.
That is his tale, and not mine.
Ask it of him, and not me.
He will not tell it.
Then why ask me? Is it not improper?
Because you love him, and see his pain.
I, too sense it. I would do something to ease it.
But to ease it, I must first understand it.
Very well, I will tell you.
But do not say I did so, for I love my father
And would not have him wroth at me.
Before we came to be exiled, my father was son of a king.
The king, my grandfather, had been defeated by Mobius,
And his land made part of Mobius realm.
His brother was his elder by a year and some.
They loved each other as only brothers might.
Inseparable they were.
My father was determined to see his brother
Made king of their people.
But before that day came, Mobius' armies entered the land.
They had heard of the ambitions of my father and his kin.
They sought to prevent the restoration of our house.
At a battle before a cliff the armies met.
My father stood at his brother's side as they fought.
But it was for naught. The battle turned against them.
His brother took up the standard, to rally the men.
But men of Mobius' Guard saw the standard.
They clove their way to it, and one of their number
Threw down the flag and slew it's bearer.
My father watched his brother be cut down.
He has never forgiven Mobius for the deed,
Nor himself for surviving his brother.
We were exiled since, and have remained here to this day.
And daily my father mourns his lost brother.
Gerik: (to audience)
My blood turns cold within my veins.
I know the battle of which she speaks.
It was at that battle I won my spurs
For cutting down the standard of the renegade foe.
I wore then a helm that covered my face.
It must be that alone that saves me from recognition.
Horror encompasses me.
I have slain the kin of this fair maid,
And the brother of my benefactor here!
I long to confess to the deed,
But I must not.
For were I to do so, it would renew the hurt.
Wounds scabbed over would be reopened.
I would not refresh the pain of loss,
Nor risk a hurt of my own.
Of late my thoughts have turned to this girl beside me.
She is ten years my younger,
But her youth is tempered by a soul matured beyond it's years.
She is kindly and comely, and my heart gladdens to see her.
I would not risk losing her by a confession.
I must hide this deed, though it tear me apart.
My lord? You look stricken.
Is aught wrong with you?
I am filled with woe by the tale.
I mourn for you and your father.
Mourn not for me. I hardly knew my kin.
It is my father alone who bears this hurt,
Though I would share it if I could.
He has bourn this wound fifteen years.
I doubt it will be healed by you or I.
He will carry the hurt to his grave.
But now you understand it.
Indeed I do, all too well.
But this is too dark a subject for such a day.
Let us set it aside for now, and speak of fairer things.
Will you walk with me, and name to me the flowers?
They are different from the lands I have known.
An it please you, I will.
See you this flower here at my side?
I do. It seems fairer than it's fellows.
It is called "The Lady's Heart."
And it seems it is finally opening.
May I offer you my arm as we go?
You may, and I shall take it, e'en so.
Now spring has past it's day.
Summer has come about.
And now it's time our play
Took a turn that brings on doubt.
The Darshak have planned assault.
See how their boats approach the shore!
Come from his dark, deep vault,
The leader takes his place at the fore.
Too long his blade has been free of blood,
And so he now takes place on the ship.
He commands his men to cross The Flood,
And turn on Puddleby with sword and whip.
(Enter Darshak Chief and Darshak Scout)
Look you there. Puddleby.
In ages past we had to take sail
And cross the ocean to far off shores,
If we were to gain slaves for our unholy rites.
Now, though, a source is closer at hand.
Yes, my chief. Now we have Puddleby,
There, but a few moments away, lies our prey.
Our warriors will storm their shore,
And have their way with their women.
We will take them away to our pits,
And use them in our sacrifices.
But first we must overcome their warriors.
Their warriors are of little consequence.
We are many in number, but they few.
Too many of them are needed to resist the Orga.
When we storm the shores few of them will be in place.
They will come, but to late.
They will meet only our rear guard, covering our retreat.
We need but concern ourselves with the few in town.
And they will be too few to stop us.
Then give the command, and we will leap overboard.
We will make for the shore, and our booty.
(Father and Gerik enter.)
Come, walk with me here on the shore.
I would have converse with you.
It seems to me these past few months,
You have grown contented here on this isle.
You have learned the ways of this place,
You have found a shelter against the cold,
And you have made new friends and comrades.
And there are further considerations.
As summer has come to these lands,
So too has it come to your heart.
You fancy my daughter.
I do. What once was a place of exile,
Has now become home for my heart.
I came here lost, expecting only sorrow.
Yet joy has sprung anew within me.
Now I live each moment thinking of her,
And go to my rest remembering our walks.
So I have fathomed.
She speaks oft of you.
My daughter is still young.
But perhaps it is the time a father,
Learns at the hand of his daughter.
She is all I have had since that day,
My brother was stolen from me by Mobius.
So it is hard for me to fathom
That I must let her go in time.
But if in the end I must let her go,
I can think of no better man to take her from me.
You have my blessing to woo her.
I thank you. Your words mean more to me,
Than a thousand gems set in gold.
If I have half the love for her you do,
She shall live a blessed life.
But perhaps she should be fetched.
Look! A sail draws nigh.
New exiles being delivered to our shores.
That is no ship of Mobius!
The Darshak are upon us!
Come, let us draw swords together.
They will rue this day's adventure.
Warrior: (from off stage, shouted)
To arms! To arms! The Darshak approach!
(Enter Darshak Chief and Darshak Scout.)
Forward! Forward! Take their women!
Storm the walls!
(They charge together, Chief against Gerik, Scout against Father.)
Such fierceness is in this one!
I had taken him for another soft rebel,
But he fights as one with twice his years.
It goes ill for me!
By my arms I will prevent your theft.
My forefathers came through portals,
To fight against armies of men.
Twenty score men have felt the bite of my steel,
Five standards have I taken in battle.
They were carried by better men than you.
You shall not stand against me.
What is this?
Do I hear right?
He speaks of men slain,
My mind whirls with wonder.
And now my memory returns,
Refreshed with the sound of a voice in battle.
He is the one who slew my brother!
(The Darshak are slain.)
They are defeated and turned back.
Their survivors retreat back to the boats.
Their coming was ill concieved.
You seem undone, and rejoice not at our victory.
Is there something amiss?
Tell me. Speak plain and do not dissemble.
Were you at the Battle of the Cliff?
Did you take the standard at that battle?
And so my horrid past comes back to haunt me.
It is true. I was at that battle, and at it's head.
You have guessed it. I am the one who slew your brother.
And now you know it. My sorrow is redoubled.
Your sorrow? What know you of sorrow?
It is not you who knelt weeping over the corpse of your brother.
It is not you who has spent many a night cursing that day.
You had honor and glory heaped on you for the deed.
While I had a life in exile mourning my brother,
Watching my daughter grow in a land
With no comforts or safety, only a hard life.
Day and night I dreamed of revenge on the man who killed him,
But fate is cruel. You are here, a fellow exile!
Trapped in the land where We cannot die.
I cannot even have revenge on you.
But I can at least do one thing.
Get away from me. Never return.
Never see my daughter again.
I forbid it. Leave me!
And so it's come to be,
I have lost what was never mine.
Here on the shores of the sea,
Kissed by the wind full of brine.
Haunted by my past,
I have been exiled even in exile.
An outcast, even among the outcast,
Condemned without even a trial.
And so what joy I'd found,
Is denied me on this day.
Buried, like the dead in the ground.
And so I must run away.
- HWC Sareth
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(Chorus enters and takes center stage)
Come to the woods with me.
Here, on this bare stage,
See tree upon tree upon tree,
As though grown over an age.
There sits a rock in the grass.
Sunlight streams from the sky.
Here the beasts come and pass,
Tis here now the tale comes to lie.
The woodlands have become my final refuge.
An exile from exiles I've become.
First cast out of Mobius' army and land,
Then out of the home I'd made on the isle.
Years ago I slew a man in battle.
He bore the standard of the rebel army.
Now, years later, I have met his brother,
And fallen in love with the brother's daughter.
But my love is forbidden, for he learned of the deed.
Here he can not slay me as is his right,
But he has denied me his daughter's love.
And he has the right of it.
How can she love the man who killed her kin?
So I wander these woods alone, doubly condemned.
(Silvia and Father enter.)
Please, father. What has happened?
After the battle with the Darshak Gerik left us.
He didn't even come by to speak with me.
And you, who has been my constant companion
Have now grown cold, and distant.
Please father. I must know.
Daughter. Long have I loved you.
Long have I cared for you.
Trust me as you ever have.
He has gone into the wood and will not return.
Do not pursue him, for he is not one of us.
But how so? Why do you say this?
Many a walk have we taken together, he and I.
We have talked at length. He's a kindly heart.
He cared for you, as well as I, seeking to aid us.
How is that he is not one of us?
Why will you not explain?
Speak no further on this matter.
Do not press. I have said all I will.
He is not for you. Pursue him not!
Oh what a horrid thing is this!
I am torn betwixt and between.
The man who raised me, my kith and kin,
Forbids my love for another.
Yet so strong is my love I cannot let go.
My father will not speak of the rift,
The trouble that divides the two men I love.
Oh what am I to do?
What is this? Silvia!
What are you doing here?
He has banished me to this place,
And forbid me to see you!
And I you.
Yet he does not speak of why.
He will not answer me when I ask why.
Oh tell me, please.
What is it has come between you?
He is your father.
It is not my place to gainsay his wisdom.
Men! So full of your own honor!
My father would deny to me my love,
And you, who I would choose to love
Will not allow me because of it.
Tis not enough that I am denied my heart,
But the two of you, whose heart it is not,
Will not even grant me an explanation.
Is it so important to you, his regard,
Who has exiled you, and denied you love?
I love you. Explain to me what has happened!
My heart is dying within me.
A week we have been parted.
Every day I have longed to hear your voice.
And now that I hear it, it tears me inside.
Your father is a good man.
He has reason enough.
Though he would deny our love,
Still I honor him.
Please accept that.
I love my father, and he me.
But he has not accepted that I am a woman.
He still thinks me a girl in braids.
You, though. You know I am a woman.
You have seen my strength.
You know what he does not.
I can bear the shocks he would shelter me from.
I beseech you. You honor him, honor me!
It wounds me to hear you speak so.
Though I would not burden you, you ask it.
And you are right. You are a woman,
Not a child fresh from picking flowers.
Very well. I will tell you.
I was once in Mobius' employ,
A soldier of his elite guards.
He heard tale of a band of rebels,
Who sought to overthrow his reign.
And so we marched forth arrayed for battle.
But a few days march brought us to the field.
The foe had taken up a line at the base of a cliff,
A most defensible position.
We charged them, seeking to dislodge their shields,
But they fought well, a most able foe!
Twas then we saw their leaders.
They had positioned themselves at the center,
And all who came nigh to them they slew.
I was young, and o'er brave,
Scarce believing it possible to die.
So I gathered some men and lead a charge.
I slew, and slew, and slew again.
And even as I did so I understood,
These were men indeed!
Never again would I meet such foes.
Even as I slew them I mourned their passing.
But I did not let it stop me.
In the end my men and I reached their banner.
I clove it's staff in two, threw down their standard,
And killed he who carried it.
Long has your father wished revenge,
Long has he mourned his brother.
How could he permit his daughter,
to love the man who killed her kin?
What am I to do?
I love you, and I love my father.
Yet such horrors are unearthed,
When you delve too deep in the past.
To love the one I must hate the other,
But how may my heart hate itself?
Return then to your exile, and I will go to mine.
What I once knew, I know no more.
I love what I hate, and hate what I adore.
Act II Scene ii.
And so we return to Puddleby,
And once again we find,
There stands that ancient tree,
Under which lover seeks to find,
Some sense. For now it seems,
Her heart is torn by fate in twain,
And sleep is haunted by bloody dreams.
Why is love's course never made plain?
(Silvia and Townswoman enter, sit.)
Why so silent Silvia?
What has happened to the girl I knew,
So full of laughter and life?
Once we talked of joyful things,
And gossiped of all we saw.
Now you sit silent and resigned,
As though you were haunted by your grave.
It is true. I am haunted by the grave,
But the grave is not my own.
Long ago was my kin slain.
Long ago, and yet the death rules our lives,
As though it occurred yesterday.
Oh why for did men take up the blade?
Why, for our defense, of course.
What would you have?
Just lately did the Darshak come,
And seek to steal us from our beds.
Had they succeeded in their aims,
E'en now would we be made sacrifice.
But it was men who took up arms,
Men such as your father and your love,
Who prevented it, men of honor.
Say not that he is my love.
Oh ho! So there it is.
This then is the cause of your grim demeanor.
Love so fickle as mine is easily shed,
And scarce a tear may fall when it is ended.
But you have given heart stronger chains,
and the breaking of them causes far greater pain.
But tell me then, why is there cause to do the breaking?
Why, because he was a man of arms,
A soldier who fought hard and well,
And in so doing, he has caused us pain.
Caused us pain? It is not so.
He is a man of honor and strength.
It was Gerik who slew the Darshak Chief,
And cast their men back into the foam.
It is well that he was a soldier,
And that he was so devoted to his duties.
It is the lot of a soldier to slay the foe,
But it is the best of men who give honor in the doing.
Is it not so that even as he fought,
Gerik heaped glory on the heads of foes once fought,
And praised them as worthy men?
It is so. I have heard the tale,
How he spoke of their strength and bravery.
Indeed, more have I heard beside.
He spoke once to me of mourning,
Of sadness of the slaying of his foes.
How even as he slew them, his heart wept,
For it seemed to him the men he slew were rare,
And he'd ne'er again see their like.
There then. You see?
What sort of man praises his foe,
And heaps on their heads glory and honor?
Many an animal will slay, be it for food, defense,
Or nature's cruel call to combat.
Which then of the animals have praised their prey?
It is the mark of a man that he honor his foe.
Any of us may hate the foe and heap curses on him.
But what higher praise is there,
Than to be mourned by your enemy?
High praise indeed!
But still a cold comfort for kin.
How can one forgive a man,
When he has taken from you your family?
When I was a child, my clan went to war.
It did not matter what the cause was,
For in the end, what can warrant war?
Either the cause was worthy, or it was not.
It makes little difference to the dead.
In the battle that was fought, my brother fell.
He never returned home to sisters and dam.
I mourned his passing.
Twas two years later I chanced upon a traveler.
He was tired, resting by the roadside.
I brought him water to quench his thirst.
He thanked me, and bid to kiss my hand.
As he took my hand in his, I felt a ring.
It was familiar to me, for oft I'd felt it.
My brother had worn just such a ring.
I asked him where he got such a thing,
For I had thought the ring unique.
I was prepared in my mind to hate him,
If he were the man who'd slain my kin.
He spoke of the fight, and the foe who'd worn the ring.
His heart had gone out of him as he'd fought,
For here was a foe with a mighty spirit.
Thrice he'd cast down my brother,
And thrice my brother had arose.
He offered my brother a bargain,
Told him he'd not happily slay so brave a man,
That he'd thrice arise against a foe though outmatched.
If my brother would leave off his fighting,
He'd be free to leave,
Even if all were captured and made slave.
My brother refused, and took up arms a fourth time.
A fourth time was he cast down.
But this time he arose not,
For the blow had cloven head from neck.
As the stranger spoke of it he wept,
And gently touched the ring on his hand.
He'd taken it as a keepsake,
A means of remembrance.
Such was the courage of my brother,
His foe honored him above all men.
I found I could not hate this man,
And in truth would be shamed to try.
My brother's death was honorable,
And though I mourn him,
I also take pride in the way of it.
He died as well as a man can.
Why hate a man who honored him more even than I?
You shame me.
Even as Gerik spoke of his deeds,
He spoke of the greatness of my kin.
It seemed to me he was in great distress,
Greater even than ours, by what transpired.
He honored my father and uncle as mighty foes,
Worthy of praise and remembrance.
Had he gloried in the death, or gloated,
Boasted of his hate, I'd return it,
But instead he mourned.
Can there be any with a greater spirit,
Than he who loves his foe, and mourns him?
I must find him at once, and end his pain.
We must be released from the burdening slain.
While daughter's heart forgives,
Another heart grows hard.
Her father now still lives,
But with soul so deeply scarred.
He mourns his brother slain,
And fears his daughter's love.
So in town we will remain,
Though now stars show up above.
(Father and Townsman enter.)
Where now has my daughter gone? We must speak together.
These past weeks scarce a word has passed between us.
We go about our tasks as though strangers.
The silence wounds me, and her as well.
Come, tell me quick, where has she gone?
I know not. But know I this,
Since you forbid Gerik to return,
The lovely lily of Puddleby has closed her petals.
The bird no longer sings her cheering song.
Daily we have seen her here in town,
Filled with sighing and tears.
All Puddleby sees her distress,
And they mourn with her.
What then would you have me do?
Would you have me tie her to kin-killer?
Gerik slew my brother in Mobius employ.
Daily the shame of it burns in my heart.
Would you have me redouble it?
Never! It shall not be.
Our blood and his shall never be mixed.
I will not permit it.
But here now, who approaches?
Many is the day this one has sat with your daughter.
It seems to me just this morning I did see the two together,
With heads pressed close, as two engaged in secrets.
Ask her of your daughter. She'll know, I warrant.
Come here, girl.
Often have you and my daughter sat together,
And taken council of one another's thoughts.
Speak true to me, for I shall know if you lie.
When did you last see my daughter?
My Lord, your daughter is greatly troubled of heart.
This morning did we sit under yonder tree.
She unburdened herself to me, weeping.
I did give her comfort, and then we parted.
What did you speak of? I would know it!
We spoke of the ways of the soldier.
Two soldiers she has in her life,
And betwixt these soldiers there is much pain.
She scarce could bear up under it,
Caught in the middles as she was.
She spoke of Gerik with you?
And of her Father, and of a standard bearer slain.
Then she knows the business between us.
Speak on. What did she say of the deed?
She asked me if it were possible to forgive a kin killer.
I spoke of the death of my brother,
And of meeting the man who slew him.
It seems to me she drew some comfort from it,
For deadened eyes grew again bright,
Shoulders slumped were drawn square and upright again.
She spoke of the burden of soldiers,
Who must do their duty to retain their honor.
What? You bid her make amends with he who slew my brother?
What treachery is this! What betrayal!
I would strike you down now were there any less dishonor,
In abusing a mere slip of a girl barely a maiden.
Tell me, and be swift with your answer,
For my patience has grown thin with you.
Where did she go after this blasphemous talk?
My Lord! Forgive me!
I did not seek to harm you, but only to comfort her.
She has gone into the woods to seek out Gerik.
Please Lord! Hold this not against me!
Very well. Get you hence. Speak no more of it.
I am wroth with the role you have played in this,
But I shall hold my wrath in check for now.
Mind you, though, that you not worsen the deed.
You have a wayward tongue, and it needs checking.
Master it, or I shall master it for you.
And so it is I am twice betrayed.
First, by Gerik, who supped at my table,
Took council of me, wooed my daughter,
And all under false pretense!
Then by my daughter, who chases him,
Who forgets a blood debt.
What is it in women, that causes them to have fickle hearts?
They forgive too easily, lacking strength to see justice done.
I must retire to the wood and prevent this meeting,
For love is foolishness, and justice fleeting.
And so we return to ancient wood,
Where lies the rock of which we've spoken.
Here is where we previous stood,
And watched two lovers sit heartbroken.
Anon comes Gerik, with sorrow bowed.
There Silvia approaches with steadfast heart.
To see their meeting, we are allowed,
But here they come, so I must depart.
Weary I am of walking. I am undone.
Weeks have passed, and I have wandered,
in these woods, and even in wits.
The trees have been my sole companions,
And poor companions they are indeed.
Most have no voice to reply to my calling,
And those few who do are dangerous to me.
Here then is a stone where I may rest,
And so I shall. I'll sit a while, and pray.
Gentle Gaia, protector of maids,
Hear me as I sit in tree caused shades.
Protect Silvia from the harms
That I have caused with my foul arms.
Grant to her a share of peace,
And from her love please give release.
Give to her some happiness,
And let her know some part of bliss.
A voice is on the wind.
I hear it echoing about, whispering of love.
Twas said Gaia walked in these woods,
And that she walks here still,
Though we can no longer see her.
Still, it seems as though gentle hands have touched me,
Eased in me the fears I've carried in my heart.
I know not how this will all end, but I no longer fear it.
I will find Gerik, and let fate take it's course.
There is a smell of flowers on the breeze.
How can this be? Spring's long past,
And summer coming to an end.
What mystery is this?
I have found you! Here you are.
Silvia? But why are you here?
You sought me out in these fell woods,
But why? What madness drove you to me?
The madness of love, and compassion.
And if they are a madness, then let me be mad.
Mad you are, to come seek me.
We cannot be together, your father forbids it.
I am the killer of your kin, this cannot be.
You are more than the killer of my kin.
You were a soldier, doing a soldier's work.
But so was my kin. He too, slew men.
Tell me, in that battle, how many men were lost?
Full ten score or more. Some were rebel, some Imperial.
And each was someone's son, someone's brother, someone's kin.
Each did his duty as he saw it. Each was slain.
Some of the fallen were slain by my kin, is it not so?
Ten of my men were slain by him. He was a mighty man.
Then there is no shame in his death, either for him or you.
He was a warrior, and he paid a warriors price.
You, too, were a warrior, and the price you've paid no less.
You honored my kin by your words and remembrance.
There is no malice in you, there shall be none in me.
You both were men of honor.
His honor was the greater, for he died a man,
And large was the honor guard he took with him to heaven.
While I, my honor was here on Earth, and fleeting.
His will be eternal.
Then why should I punish you for the deed?
It is a soldier's duty, and you are a soldier.
More than that, your compassion for him,
Proves you are a man among men.
A debt of blood is owed.
Would you have me forget it?
I would have you repay it.
My house has lost a man of might, and strength.
The blood of our house has been lessened.
But blood for blood need not require it be spilt.
That would be doubly a waste.
Join your blood to mine, and replenish the loss.
Take on his duties as protector of my house.
That is the greatest honor you can pay him.
You would have me take his place?
I cannot replace your uncle.
Nor should you try.
I ask you not to replace him.
I ask you to succeed him.
Become his heir. Marry me.
I've lost kin, but kin I'll gain, and more,
For through you will his house be renewed,
And a new generation be created.
How sensible is a woman.
While men would cover the world in blood,
With demands of life for life, a woman excels us.
We would weaken the world, while she strengthens it.
I will do it. I will repay the debt, take on his obligations.
I will become your husband, and renew his house.
Here then is a traitorous pair.
Though I forbid their meeting, both defy me.
One has killed my kin, the other abandoned her blood.
My heart grows to stone inside me, and I am undone.
I would slay them as they stand, yes, even my daughter.
Woe to me, that such evil times have fallen on my brother's house.
Yes, I am here.
And you should not be here.
I forbid it, for he has killed your kin, and lessened your house.
Yet here I find you, folded in his embrace, welcoming it.
Have you become his war-slave, a captive to a conquerer,
Your kin killed, and your maidenhood his prize?
I am shamed, and my house dishonored.
Not so! Your house is strengthened, it's honor made great.
Blood for blood, is that not the way of it? So be it!
Gerik will repay the blood, but not by spilling it.
That creates an unending cycle of death and loss.
Were Gerik the slain, and your brother victor,
Would you have his kin come for your brother's blood?
Would you have him stretched and bled to repay their loss?
It is foolishness, madness, that would plunge the world in blood.
There is another way to repay the debt.
The house has lost a man, let it now gain one in his stead.
Blood will be repaid with blood, but it will be added to our house,
Not subtracted from both. Is this not a better way?
I have lost you.
First my brother was lost to this man,
Now I will lose a daughter as well.
You are not losing a daughter.
You are gaining a son.
The house was weakened by your brother's loss,
But soon it will be strengthened, and flow refreshed,
In the veins of your grandsons and daughters.
From the ashes of death, life will arise.
Gerik can not replace your brother,
But he can take on your brother's duties,
Renew the house, and restore it to it's proud past.
He is the cause of this house's exile,
The humbling of it's pride,
And the sunder ing of it from it's past.
It is because of him we are here.
Once we were princes of a realm,
And the people looked to us for guidance,
And for just governance. Now we live exiled.
You have grown up in a harsh place,
A shack for a home, danger at every side.
Had your uncle lived, you would be a princess,
Dressed in gowns of finest silk, slippers on your feet.
A palace would be your home, servants at your call.
Can he restore that? Can he restore your throne?
I would not have him try.
This is my home, Father.
It is all I have ever known.
Perhaps it has been a harder life than it would have been,
But I do not regret it in the least.
There is strength in the rocks of these islands,
And from them, strength in me.
No, daughter. This much I must insist.
If he is to take my brother's place,
He must fulfill his debts as well.
(Father turns to Gerik.)
Too long has she languished here in this fell land.
Too long has she been denied her birthright.
You are the cause of that, and I won't forget it.
But if you would have her hand, you owe me this.
Return her to her ancestral home, free of fear.
Restore the bloodline, and the throne.
Build a ship to carry her across the sea.
Only then will I allow this.
I will do it, then.
By slaying your brother I caused your exile,
So, then, must I end it or die in the trying.
It is proper that I do so.
Then get you hence, the both of you.
I am still wroth with you, and fate.
I must accept this, but am scarce reconciled to it.
Leave me here in what little peace is left to me.
(Gerik and Silvia exit.)
And so my house is at it's end,
Destroyed by fickle woman's whim.
There is no way these wounds can mend,
When she spurns me to turn to him.
One thing alone is left to me,
From out this fateful foul deed.
For if he takes us out to sea,
From Mobius curse we will be freed.
And free of it, my revenge I'll take,
By plunging knife into his heart.
I'll kill him, for my brother's sake,
And then from her I will depart.
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(Chorus enters and takes center stage)
Here we stand upon the shore,
The crashing waves roar and call.
But this time the sands bear much more,
Than they did hold this time last fall.
For over there lie wooden frame,
Like bones of whale beached on the sand.
A ship is forming, and not just in name,
For it's of a size to sail far from land.
Vast in scale, it looms over us,
And shadows lie o'er all we see.
Here Gerik squares away a truss,
We turn to him, and away from me.
This truss will brace the mast in time.
It must be strong, and fit just right.
For Gaia's breath will fill the sail,
And if the mast is not properly braced,
The ship will crack, and we be lost.
I will not risk such harm to Silvia,
And so I must be sure of the ship.
It must withstand a great journey,
For I promised her father I'd take her home.
This was the price he gave to me for her hand.
It is a fair thing to ask, for it is I who caused her exile.
By my hand it was wrought, by my hand it will be mended.
The ship will be ready by spring, when winter storms are ended.
Then we will take to the seas, and my bride-price be paid.
This dreaded ship chills my blood,
It stops my heart, and leaves me trembling.
I do not wish to leave this island.
It is my father's wish for me, and my lover's task.
Yet I would have none of it.
The sea is a dangerous place, full of storm and beasts.
A ship could be dashed to pieces by the wind,
Or swallowed up whole by Leviathan.
And even should we cross the sea and make landfall,
What then will come of our return?
The land would be plunged once more into war,
As Mobius and Gerik strive for the fate of my house.
Many will fall, blood will be spilt, all for a land I don't know.
Puddleby has been my home as long as I remember.
How can I leave it knowing I go to visit war on another place?
Must you build this thing? I fear it.
Fear it not, for I am making it strong and well crafted.
I know it will bear that which I hold most dear across the foam,
And I would ensure no harm comes to you in the crossing.
It is not the crossing I fear.
Why must you do what he demands?
My father is not himself.
The man I knew was full of smiles and compassion.
But now he is full of frowns and dark glances.
This act will not mollify him.
It will, for he is the one who demands it.
He is wroth for the hurt done to his house by my hand,
And so by my hand he would see it restored. This is just.
But why must it be restored in a land foreign to me?
He does not do this for me, though he says it so.
It is for him you are building this ship, do you not see it?
Perhaps it is so, and perhaps I do see.
But what would you have me do?
I gave him my word, in lieu of my blood.
I can not go against it, or I dishonor you.
I would not do that for all the world.
You are a stubborn man, my love,
But it is your strength that makes you so stubborn.
You cherish your honor and mine over much,
And yet I would not have you any other way.
If this is the course we must take, then so be it.
I would not have the world plunged back into blood for my sake,
But I would marry a soldier, and so a soldier's wife I must become,
And grow used to the risks of war and battle.
Speak not of such things.
Perhaps that is to be our fate, but perhaps not.
Only time will reveal what our dooms are to be.
We must play the roles given to us, and let the world see to itself.
Such a stoic outlook. But still there is wisdom to it.
I am still affrighted of what may come to pass,
But at least I know we are together come what may.
Come, take me in your arms, and hold me for a time.
When in your embrace, my fears retreat apace.
(Gerik and Silvia exit.)
Tis nearly finished, this craft of his.
Tis ironic in my mind.
My revenge requires so much work,
And yet precious little of it is mine.
He builds the vessel needed to take us away,
And get us free of Mobius' deathless curse,
In so doing he creates the very vessel of his undoing.
There is but one thing I need provide, and I have it here.
This blade, this knife at my side, will be my contribution.
Away from here it will drink his blood,
And I will have my revenge.
And now is spring. The snow is gone.
The woods all ring with singing birds.
From out of thickets comes out fawn,
To join his parents amongst the herds.
And on the beach, the ship is done,
All is prepared, to push it the sand
But first is one last time of fun,
To say farewell to friends and land.
(Gerik, Silvia, Father, Townsman, and Townswoman enter.)
Say once more to me those words of which you are so fond.
Bid me gaze on yonder man, be he Thoom, Fen, or Dwarf.
I would hear it one last time before I embark, and we are parted.
Look there, do you see?
What finer man is there in all the isle than Gerik?
There is a man indeed!
The woman he loves need never fear loneliness,
For he will be as constant as the sun.
Pride and strength are in him, but they are not for him.
His pride is for the worship of the woman he loves,
And his strength is for her shelter.
Ever does he do what ever he must for her,
And always will he be at her side.
Oh, Silvia, I will miss you when you are gone,
But how I envy you.
You have ever been my confidant, my confessor.
Through dark day and light, in summer and in snow,
You have been there at my side, sharing it all.
I will miss your council, an your gossip,
Your silly chasing of men, and your strong friendship.
Be well, and know I will ever remember you.
Gerik, hoist with me one last glass of ale.
Many is the hour this past year we have drank together,
And regaled one another with outlandish tales,
The next more outrageous than the last.
Let us drink then one last time together.
In memory of all those hours wasted on fine ale,
And on finer company.
I once fancied her for myself.
She was fair as a child, and even fairer as a maid.
It was foolish of me, but ever I hoped she'd accept me.
Yet fate had another plan, and that was for the best, I think.
She has found a far better man than I could ever have been,
I can be contented in the way of it.
I thank you, and bid you well.
May your life be as happy as any can expect,
And love find you in it's course.
Come, we will reverse rolls for a moment,
And I will play your part for a time.
Look, you, at yonder man.
He is goodly in nature, and excellent to his friends.
Not as handsome he is as some, but less vain is he for it.
Humble is his nature, and kindly.
He would delight in the love of a goodly woman,
And cherish her to the end of his days.
What more can a woman ask, than to be adored,
And there is a man who can do it.
He is a goodly man, is he not?
In my days I have chased many men,
And been not chaste in return.
But never found I what I was looking for,
When I undertook to catch their vanities for myself.
Yet always has he been there in my path,
And I have always undertaken to step aside.
Spring it is in Puddleby, but I am entering summer.
Perhaps it is time I put away my fickle ways,
And seek a man, rather than a trophy.
Do you hear? The bards play a tune.
Shall we repair to the floor and dance,
Me with my love, and you with another?
I do think you would make him happy.
You have the right of it.
Come, let us dance.
(They dance, Gerik with Silvia, Townsman with Townswoman.)
See how they delight in one another's company.
She is delighted by his presence, and he by hers.
I once felt such as they, I and my young bride.
Am I wrong in seeking the blood price?
Is there something in what she said to me?
Can he repay the debt by mingling our blood?
I scarce can comprehend that such can be,
But he has been true to his word.
There on the shore lies the ship,
Built by his own hand to restore us to our home.
Hostile I have been, yet never has he said a word against me,
But ever has he done me honor and respect.
I find myself hard pressed to stay to my convictions.
But blood is blood, and I must complete the work.
My brother's blood lies yet on his hands,
And my house remains dishonored.
Come what may, the blood-debt must be repaid,
Even at the cost of my own honor.
Come, the tide will soon reach it's height.
We must repair to the ship and see to her sails.
The sea waits for no man, but moves to her own will.
We could scarce hinder her, though we will it with all our heart.
Come then. If it must be so, then it will be.
Though my heart lies heavy within me,
I will come with you to the ship.
You are my love, and where you go, I go.
If fate has dictated it must be on a foreign shore, so be it.
To the ship then. We must see it through.
Our destinies lie out there, not here.
Sooner started, sooner finished,
And the sooner we will be free of deeds yet undone.
The provisions are aboard, and the wind in our favor.
The crew is aboard and prepared for sail.
The tide lifts her in her anchor, she but awaits us.
There is only one thing left to be done,
And that be to weigh anchor. To the ship.
(All exit but father,)
And so the course is set, the die is cast.
We cannot back away from destiny now.
The ship will sail beyond the curse,
And my blade will drink of his blood.
My brother will at last be avenged.
But there will be no peace for me,
For my daughter will never forgive.
When done I will cast myself into the sea.
There'll be no reason for me to live.
Here on the ocean, a ship's but a dot,
A small point of life on the foam.
So small a place for so foul a plot,
That seeks now to kill far from home.
See here the deck, wooden and rough.
There stands the mast draped in white sail.
And here comes the father, grim faced and gruff,
Determined his quest to complete, and not fail.
At last we have passed the edge of Mobius' Curse.
Mortality is once again restored to us.
We may now bleed, and sicken, and die.
Men call death a curse, and wish to avoid it.
Yet unending life is the curse.
In death we are freed from life's cares,
And restored to those we loved and lost.
It is given to man to live but for a time,
And then to lay down and rest at last.
Mobius' Curse is the final travesty against god.
It flies in the face of all nature.
Soon I will sleep in the depths of the sea,
And my soul will wend it's way to rejoin my brother.
But ere that happens, I have one last task to complete.
My brother's blood must be repaid, and then I may sleep.
But now the moment's come, and my hand trembles.
Is it fear of death has taken me, now that I've come to it?
Or is it more, a father's love for his only daughter.
If I take my revenge on him I kill her joy.
And yet was that not part of the plan?
A punishment fit for the crime of her betrayal?
But she is my daughter still, and I love her.
She was what kept me from death before,
And now I am loath to harm her.
Father, something troubles you. I see it in your face.
Here we sail at last, to the destiny you seek for me.
I would expect you to be gladdened, to lift your head,
to feel the salt spray on your skin, and breath in,
Taking in the first air free of exile's taint.
Yet here you stand, your face downcast,
And darkness covers your countenance.
I know our love has been strained of late,
And that my choice of lover has caused you pain.
Yet will you not speak with me as before, even this once,
And tell me what troubles your soul today?
Restless have been my days, and sleepless my nights,
For many a year now, my daughter.
Long have I feared I would never revenge my brother.
But now the chance is given to me, and I fear to take it.
What are you saying father?
You would take to your bed the man who killed my brother,
And I would prevent it, and be avenged in the doing.
Yet now when at last all the elements have come together,
When Curse is lifted, and blade at hand, I can not do it.
You love him. I see it in your eyes, in your smile.
Yet to be avenged I would have to kill that light, that joy.
Your mother looked so once, long ago, in another life.
And to look on it wounds me, as never I have been wounded.
I cannot do it. Though my brother be unavenged, I cannot.
Father, your words frighten me.
Have you lead us here to destroy everything?
Would you go back on your word, slay my love,
And destroy your honor?
I no longer know what I would do.
Voice: (Shouted from off stage)
Quick my daughter, get below.
I mistrust this turn of events.
(Darshak Captain and Sailor enter.)
A sail so far from land out here?
This is an event most unexpected.
Perhaps this is our chance to make up our loss.
The slave pits grow empty, and our bloody alters dry,
For lack of victims in last year's raid.
But now we come upon a ship where none should be.
We'll take it's crew, and passengers, and return to Ash.
Make all sail and turn out the crew.
It will be done, my Captain.
A sail approaches.
See how the canvas is stretched, taught and black,
Taking in every puff of wind it can capture.
White foam ripples from under the brow of it's black hull,
And men line it's side shouting for our blood.
There can be no doubt, 'tis a Darshak ship.
They are gaining on us.
Indeed they are.
I feared this journey, and the perils it presented,
And so I built this ship over strong.
Now I regret it, for thought the ship could weather any storm,
It is heavy on the keel, and unwieldy.
They will overtake us, and there is naught we can do.
There is one thing we can do. We can fight them.
And so we shall. Let us collect our weapons.
And so at last the stage is set
As here we sit, upon the sea.
The Darshak close, their prey to get,
And arms are taken to remain free.
The hooks are ready in pirate hands,
And eager are they to enter fray,
A battle is ready far from all lands,
And now we must conclude our play.
(Darshak Captain and Sailor enter)
The crew is readied and line the sides.
Weapons are sharp and blood is high.
Soon we will overtake them and board.
What are your orders, my Captain?
The ship is slow, and clumsily handled.
Those are no sailors over there I mark.
It must be folk of Puddleby, seeking to escape.
They'll scarce be a match for us.
Take them alive if you can.
But if any resist, kill them.
(Gerik, Father, and Silvia enter.)
I would that you remained in your cabin, Silvia.
Blood soon will flow, and the decks be made a charnel house.
I would not see you harmed here.
We are beyond the range of Mobius Curse,
And any wound taken here may prove mortal.
I would not be parted from your sides.
These may be our last moments.
If I am to die, let me die with you,
And not alone in the dark of my cabin.
I would agree with your father, but I suppose it matters not.
If these are, indeed, to be our ends, Let us spend them together.
Here they come.
(Darshak Captain and Sailor enter)
Board them! Take this prize, and show no mercy!
Surrender, Puddleby scum! You are outnumbered and outmatched!
Never! You will not take us!
Hold! What are your terms.
What are you saying?
These are Darshak.
They'll not negotiate.
They make their way throughout the seas slaving and plundering.
They are men without honor.
Even the greatest fanatic would prefer an easy prize to a sword in the belly.
I offer myself without resistance.
Let the man and his daughter go, and I will go as your prisoner.
You would come freely, and offer no resistance?
All we would have to do is agree to release the others?
I swear it.
(To audience) How then can this be?
He offers himself for us, to save us?
Even myself? I am shamed by him.
It is a noble offer, but alas, it's not to be.
You would prove useful as a slave, I have no doubt.
But it is not that of which we have greatest need.
That pretty young thing behind you is our aim.
Her blood on our altars would be a sweet repast.
You must go through me first!
(All fight. Gerik is wounded)
Alas, I am slain!
The blade has pierced my chest, and I feel the blood in my lungs.
Darkness will take me.
My day is done.
But you at least shall go with me, for I require an honor guard.
You will go ahead of me, and announce my coming to my fathers.
I am stricken! Flee! Flee!
To the ship! Make sail! We are defeated!
(Gerik falls. Silvia kneels over the body.)
Gerik! My love! Do not leave me!
You are my love! Do not go where I may not follow.
Oh, what have I done?
This has come about because of me.
I brought them out here, to where Gerik may be slain.
And now my purpose is accomplished.
He lies dying there on the deck.
I should feel joy at the death of the kin killer.
But all I feel is horror.
It is my fault, his blood is on me.
He breathes still, but I know not for how long.
The wound is mortal, and his lungs fill with blood.
He'll not last out the night.
Oh, my love. What am I to do?
Oh dear Gaia, what have I done?
Now the task is completed I would repent of it.
I was wrong, oh so wrong.
This man offered freely to go the Darshak altars,
All to save an old man who hated him, and my daughter.
There is no evil in him, my daughter was right.
He was a soldier doing a soldiers tasks,
As was my brother.
Would that I had been slain, and not he.
Long has been your suffering.
Long have you mourned.
And long have you hated.
Who is that? What voice do I hear?
I have watched over you for many a year.
Are you so surprised when I come at your call?
Gaia? Is that you who appears before me?
Here, in my darkest hour, you look upon me.
I am not worthy of your notice, for I have committed great wrongs.
Indeed you have, and grievous they are.
Yet did you not call on me and offer to repent of it?
I did, and I would repent, if it were possible.
But I have sought revenge on a man better than I.
Justice I desired, but never did I think of what justice meant.
A man should never seek justice, for we are all guilty.
Long have you mourned your brother, and I as well.
He was a noble man, and a good servant.
Long was he burdened with watching over my people.
Yet is it not justice that the man who took him,
Now bares his burdens in his stead?
Your brother walks in paradise, with your fathers at his side.
His victor remains here, caring for his niece,
And, in truth, his living brother.
That arm that struck down your brother has lifted you up,
Sheltered your daughter from alarms and fears,
And praised beyond all others the man he slew.
Methinks your brother would approve the workings of fate,
And it's choice of someone to sit in his stead, and care for you.
Perhaps he even looks down on us from above as we speak,
And that warmth on our faces comes from his smile.
The enemy has been made friend, the foe made lover.
His house has gained a strong arm and mighty soul.
And through it all, your brother is remembered above all.
Is there not revenge and payment enough in that?
Is that not justice?
It is, but I did not wish to see it.
And now it is undone.
He lies there now, dying, if not dead already.
I have robbed my daughter of her love,
The world of a good man,
And myself of my honor.
Blood has been spilt.
Blood is on your hands.
The blood debt for your brother has been paid,
But what of the blood debt for Gerik?
Blood for blood. That is the way of it.
It has been the rally cry of my life.
And now, here in the end, I know the folly of it.
What is to be done? Tell me and I will do it.
It is not yet too late.
If you truly wish to make right the wrongs you have this chance.
Death stands nigh to take someone to paradise, and he will not be robbed.
Only Mobius has dared defy that most ancient and strongest of laws,
And eventually Mobius himself will be taken, and he will pay for it.
I will not violate it. But this one thing we can do.
Death must take someone, but it need not be Gerik.
Blood for blood.
I accept the debt, and will repay it.
(Father collapses to his knees.)
What is this?
It cannot be!
Color returns to my love's cheeks.
He breathes easy, and blood no longer flows from the wound.
Indeed, the wounded itself is closed.
How can this be?
Father, you must come see this.
(Silvia turns and looks at father).
Father, what is wrong? Why do you kneel there?
Look Silvia. Do you not see?
The skies are opening up, and the heavens revealed.
There stands my brother, smiling and at peace.
And next to him your mother, her arms open to receive me.
Behind them stand my fathers, going back to the dawn of the age.
All is forgiven, all is well. The debt is paid, and all are at peace.
What are you saying, father, what have you done?
Blood for blood, life for life.
I have repaid the debts, and ended the chain.
Many years have I wandered in darkness,
Consumed by my hate and need for revenge.
In all the darkness only one ray of light shone through,
Illuminating a soul in strongest of need.
You, my daughter, were my one delight.
Yet here, in these last days, so great was my hate,
So great my corruption, my lust for blood,
I set out to hurt you, not just by accident,
But for choosing Gerik over me.
But, here, in this last, my eyes have opened.
The light has shown in and driven away the darkness.
I was wrong in seeking his life.
I almost realized it too late, but there was one last chance.
I have taken that chance, and undone what I did.
The balance is restored.
Is there no other way?
Must I be robbed of one of you?
It must be so, for without death, we cannot live.
You will mourn me, but it will not consume you.
Yours is a stronger soul than mine.
Gerik will be there to take care of you, and that is good.
What more can I ask for, than to have such a man restore our house?
Return to your home, the only place you ever knew.
Strengthen your house, by adding blood to blood.
Remember me fondly, and always know,
Your love was what saved me, in the end.
Look! They beckon to me. It is time.
Go to them then, father.
Rejoin your brother, and know peace.
Come, take my hand.
We will walk together, and enter paradise.
(Gaia and Father exit.)
What has happened? Tell me.
For it seemed to me I was in a dream,
And am but now arising.
The Darshak were here, and plunged a blade into my chest.
Yet here I stand uninjured, and your father lies there.
Come then, I will tell you.
But first call the crew, turn the ship.
We will return to Puddleby and bury my father,
And then we will set to rebuilding our house,
And make it a monument to honorable men,
My father, my kin, and my husband.
Let it be so.
And so we conclude this play of ours.
And of it's merits you must say.
If you liked it, over these hours,
Clap your hands and praise the play.
If it failed to please our friends,
Let us know, that we may yet,
Find a way to make amends,
And repay our own poor debt.