RHETORIC
ACT I
Scene 1
Two people sitting on logs next to each other eating some sort of sooty meat cooked on a huge hardened stake. They are quietly discussing something.
DAFNI:
Yeorgia, why do we wait until the winter to attack? Why not attack sooner?
YEORGIA:
I've told you four times now! We wait because at winter the forces of the wrathful is most powerful at winter, Dafni.
DAFNI:
Shall we make the snow fall right now or later?
YEORGIA:
We shall now.
DAFNI:
Hoi ta da selo DIMA!
Snow stars falling at a fast pace so that houses are buried under snow in the space of 24 hours. Lady comes out of her house screaming. Children of all ages come out and start playing in the snow.
WAITOR:
Would you like some more? Or would you like something else? We have excellent drugged soup here.
Dafni and Yeorgia say at the same time "No thank you, I think we're satisfied."
WAITOR:
(startled)
Oh.... Okay! I hope that you enjoyed the food here!
YEORGIA
Oh, it was magnificent! thank you very much!
WAITOR:
Farewell!
DAFNI:
Farewell and good night!
ACT 1
SCENE 2
Will is sleeping. He wakes up and everyone else is still asleep.
WILL:
(to Robin gruffly)
Get up!
Robin does not stir.
WILL:
EVERYBODY GET UP!!!
There's no response. Will does not expect any. Will gets his clothes on and goes outside. There are no houses in sight. Will sees a rough trail and follows it. He follows the trail to the main road. On the main road, he sees a blacksmith's shop.
WILL:
Hello, John Smith.
And then he notices a person in large black robes petting a horse. John Smith is making the horseshoes for that horse.
WILL:
Hello, sir.
The man goes stiff.
WILL:
Hello? Uh, sir? Are you okay? Do you need a medic?
MAN:
No, thank you Will. I think I am fine.
WILL:
How do you know my name?
At that moment, John smith fits a horse shoe onto the horse. It fits perfectly. Then he puts it in the water to cool. There is a loud hissing sound.
MAN:
(mounting his horse)
Come, Will.
WILL:
No thank you.
The mysterious man reaches for Will, but he dodges out of the way. Then the man makes a swift curving movement with his arm and comes very close to touching him but John Smith pulls him back.
JOHN SMITH
And that will be the last we see of you!
The man rides away
JOHN SMITH
I'm sorry, Will. I know why you are here. You are the last of The Olde Ones. Come will you are hungry and weary. Beatrice!
A slightly overweight woman comes bustling out of the house wearing the formal middle-class clothes with slices of bread with honey. Will takes a piece. It is very sweet and the bread is very hearty and not used to the type he had at home that was made with nothing other than a few seeds. This bread is more to his liking: it has many types of mixed seeds. He can't help it, but he is eating as muuch as he could and stuffing his mouth with bread. Every time he looks at Beatrice she is beaming off at someone or staring to space. He crams a mouthfull of bread into his mouth for the umpteenth time.
BEATRICE
Are you done, sweetheart? We are almost out of bread!
WILL
Thank you. I think that I will be satisfied. Thank you for the bread. It was spectacular!
JOHN
(bristling with excitement)
Well here comes The White Horse!
The horse was like no other he's ever seen. It is white, a deep snowy white that made it seem like snow, but peircing dark blue eyes that seem to have a bright blue, brilliant fire burning in them. The horse is mysteriously tall, almost twice as tall as Will himeslf. In awe, Will stared at John. John looks at him crookedly and smiles
JOHN SMITH
Go ahead, Will. Mount him.
Heartily Will laughs.
WILL
How can you expect me to mount a horse twice as large as me?
JOHN SMITH
Like this!
John smith lifts him in the air, and despite his best efforts he ccan't get free. He struggles to not scream and then he gets heaved up onto the horse. John Smith lays panting on the floor. Then suddenly the horse rears back and begins to run on a trail.
Then Will sees what he never thought possible: a portal. A portal to what looks like a grassy field. Then, suddenly, as abruptly as he started the horse stops. It is the man.
MAN:
Hello, Will. It hasn't been very long.
WILL
Who are you!
MAN
My name stays hidden. But you may call me The Rider.
WILL
Rider, leave me be! I have done nothing!
The horse begins at a very fast run toward the portal. The Rider lets an arrow fling by Wills ear by a bow the like of which Will had never seen. It is black, a deep dark black with skulls playing around the handle which is made of fox fur. The string is made of fine ox tail hair and some kind of metal. He has a quiver full of arrows and prepares a volley. The seven arrows fly by. One of the arrows catches will on the arm and another on his back. He bellows in pain as the blood starts to blossom on his shirt. The rider prepares another volley, this one of more arrows but he never gets to fire. A man in a green and brown suit comes and slits The Rider's throat.
MAN IN GREEN AND BROWN
Come! You are injured! My name is Max!
Will manages to stop the horse from reaching the portal. He goes to Max. He is on the floor. Will panics and eight men surround him each with a full quiver and a bow like The Rider's.
MAN ON HORSE
Good night.
They all fire. Will stands no chance. He bellows in pain as each arrow strikes him in the chest or the back. Then one puts him out of his misery. He is dead.
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