That night, at the
Devils Brew. It is pre-show
time, Jack Patch and Host are sitting at a table, there are other, early comers
sitting drinking coffee also. All
are being tended to by the figures in black, which no one notices.
Decker Powell emerged from the corpse of Lord Pwyll, totally confused.
HOST: Lady Rhiannon
still has that block on her thinking?
Unfortunately for Pwyll, yes, now hes gone forever.
HOST: Humans are
strange, but you gods are even stranger. Why
would Lord Pwyll choose to die forever that way?
Why didnt all of you try to awaken Rhiannons true nature?
JACK PATCH: God force
only intensified the weir, Host, any greater force could have made the trap
stronger. As for Pwyll, his love
for Rhiannon immediately over came any desire to continue even his immortal life
with her eternal being so threatened.
HOST: Love, I always
believed that it was a word humans used to justify doing what their crotches
dictated. Among the gods and
immortals pretty much the same as far as I can see, they just have old and worn
out humans write poetry about it to justify their lusts while damning humans for
the same actions.
JACK PATCH: You are
the cynic arent you, Host?
HOST: Always, but
look, Jack. One thing still isnt
clear to me.
JACK PATCH: The
HOST: Yeah, how do you
all know that it isnt the enemy?
JACK PATCH: The enemy?
HOST: Figure it out.
What if the whole thing was a trap just to sucker punch Pwyll?
It sure looks like a repeat to me. Rhiannon
trapped in a cave or a caer, if you prefer, Pwyll to the rescue.
Only this time he gets killed. Was
the unicorn really one of the old ones who had a reason to hate him?
JACK PATCH: The only
old one that hated Pwyll really wanted to get Rhiannon, remember?
Llwyd was pissed off at her for dumping his brother and marrying Pwyll.
Also, no golden bowl, no chalice, not cauldron, nothing.
HOST: Wasnt the
cave cauldron enough?
JACK PATCH: It
transformed no one, as far as I can tell.
HOST: How the heaven
did they get there to begin with then, what dragged them in?
JACK PATCH: Im
hoping the ladies will be able to fill that in. The thing I hate about the Mundane Earth is that even Im
forced to function like a mortal unless theres a weirding place.
HOST: What about No
Name, was he really dead? Soul
JACK PATCH: Again, I
dont know. I dont even know
if he was there when Rhiannon got home, or what she did about the empty
HOST: Sounds as though
a lot depends on the unicorn, doesnt it?
JACK PATCH: More and
more it does.
HOST: Then who or what
is it? Youve eliminated Llwyd,
who else would want Pwyll dead?
JACK PATCH: Why do you
keep assuming it was to kill Pwyll?
HOST: As you said,
Llwyd would have wanted to destroy Rhiannon also. There she was, so weak her birds couldnt help,
unconscious, near deathand no coup de grace.
JACK PATCH: I dont
necessarily buy into the kill Pwyll idea. The
cave was adequate to keep three goddesses, and any other immortal who entered,
trapped for as long as it existed. It might have been just designed to do that.
In which case the unicorn had to kill Pwylland remember it was
Pwylls idea, he asked Rhiannon and me, both to kill him first.
He knew Decker was mortal, and would dissolve the spell with disbelief.
That still leaves the question unanswered, who or what is the unicorn?
JACK PATCH: Id love
to get it in here so I could find out.
Laural enters stage
right and sits down with the two men
HOST: stands for a
moment as the figures in black seat her, bows slightly.
Lady Reason, how are you
deserving of the name Reason, I fear. Just
call me Laural, after this days horror I have no reason left.
JACK PATCH: Hows
LAURAL: I left her
sleeping, she must have cried for hours after we returned home.
JACK PATCH: The death
LAURAL: After he first
fell, and before Decker woke up, as his bloody body rested there, with that hole
where the heart was, for a moment, he became the form of Decker, dead and
bloodied. When we left all she
could say was My poor Decker, murdered again, because of me.
HOST: That must have
hurt horribly. I dont understand
much of mortal or immortal thought, but even I can feel the pain that must have
JACK PATCH: Its
good shes resting now. Laural,
Im amazed youre not exhausted too.
LAURAL: I was, but
Ive got an anger burning in me. Its
the first time since my creation Ive had an emotion, other than the sadness,
then fear, from this morning.
Eillaine has always
had the luxury of emotion, or so I called those feelings.
Now, I wish to hell, Id never felt them.
HOST: Anger at the
LAURAL: Not so much
that as what they or it did to No Name. Some
of the essence of Lord Pwyll will remain in Decker. What I saw when I looked in
that window was poor No Name chained to the floor, his human flesh had been
stripped from him, in places his bones were sticking through the muscle tissue,
blood was every where, he was totally lifeless.
I could see that they had broken his legs and arms, gouged out his eyes,
cut off his
it was so
. I felt such
I was struck dumb, I fainted.
Now, awake, I want something reason has never demanded, has always
rejected. I want vengeance. I want what ever did this delivered into my hands.
I want to reward them or it with the same treatment.
JACK PATCH: Laural,
for centuries youve seen wars and torture and death from your Heavenly Tower,
with out flinching. Why is it so
different now? Forgive me, my lady,
I dont want to seem hard, but I must know.
There is, I fear, that dread storm nearing. Is your heart and anger real enough to sustain you in this?
You didnt know?
JACK PATCH: Know?
LAURAL: You didnt
know who he was?
JACK PATCH: No Name?
I assumed, as you had said, he was one of your Fathers angels.
The judge, the keeper of the scales.
LAURAL: Jack, think,
when it was time to judge Decker, what did he do?
JACK PATCH: He refused
.o my! He was
LAURAL: Yes, Jack, our
JACK PATCH: Then with
LAURAL: Yes, Jack,
with his death, our brother, whos name was
JACK PATCH: Humanity
is nearly lost now, yes I know your brothers name, he was the only one that
could sustain them.
HOST: Jack, I dont
LAURAL: Faith, Host,
my brothers name was Faith.
JACK PATCH: And with the death of Faith, there is nothing to
protect mankind from the evil that slowly makes its way towards this little city
on the bay.
Customers begin to move in and the curtain falls
The Hopeless State
The True Awakening
The Teacher Responds
The Flame Remembered
The First Ending of the Light
The End of the First Book
Act One - Scene One
Act One - Scene Two
Act One - Scene Three
Act One - Scene Four
Act Two - Scene One
Act Two - Scene Two
Act Two - Scene Three
Act two - Scene Four
2005 [Charles Grifor]