Chorus: The dawn
breaks and oh what a sight to behold!
The dawn suggests naught but good tidings for the
Let this be the case, all we pray, for there are
none that sanely befriend pain. And there! The little cart pulled
by the slaves trapped in horse flesh. The cart comes forth over
the hilly plains like a snake slithering over rocks. Who can be
in the belly of that cart? Be it someone of importance for it is
of grand design? The contents shall be revealed to us.
(The cart door opens and a
man puts his head out)
King Bermaign: Open
this gate in the name of the great and conquering ruler of the
Chorus: This ruler
you speak of is lost then if he thinks himself back in the west,
for his orders do not apply to us.
King Bermaign: Nay, I
am scheduled to meet thy puny king of the east and exchange fiery
words and perhaps more besides.
Chorus: Oh pray tell
us, what may this exchange of fire be for?
King Bermaign: Naught
that concerns you, yet. Now open the gate or suffer the
consequences of your appalling actions!
Chorus: Your threats
mean little to us, spitting snake. Go forth and speak to the king
but do not expect a kind reception with that tongue of
King Bermaign: Thou
Shalt be sorry for your poor behaviour towards me; the king of
Chorus: All eyes
look! See that fox run hither and thither. He knows not the
perils to which he approaches. The eastern king is a man not
dissimilar from a god. Strong, intelligent though hampered by the
weakness of pride. He is certainly not to be angered for the sake
of the causer. The confrontation shall be interesting, to be
sure. Perhaps we should go ahead and present this barbarian to
(At the palace)
Chorus: Your worship,
we present to you the ever so rude...
(King Bermaign bursts
King Bermaign: King
of the all conquering west!
King Carstien: Thee
shall await my permission to enter my
halls, king of the west!
King Bermaign: But of
course! My apologies, man of the east. Although I had heard
rumours you were tough and powerful but they were obviously all
King Carstien: Thou
had better watch thy tongue or I might have to get it cut out! So
if I were thee, I'd remember that I'm in the presence of a man of
power, fellow dignitary.
King Bermaign: Possibly next time, however I would speak of more important
matters such as the deliberate attacks against my kingdom!
King Carstien: What
is this thou speak of? I have not made any attacks against your
King Bermaign: Oh
please! Spare me the lies you tell to my ambassadors and admit
it. Thou have sanctioned these attacks and you cannot deny this
for one of thy meddlesome fools confessed to being sent by thee
King Carstien: How
dare you insult me so! If anyone is to blame, it is
thee for not defending thy lands well enough against those who
are probably raiders.
Chorus: And so thy
western king provokes the snake. One cannot expect a happy end
for the man. His fate depends upon the scales of decision.
Forgive and take the attack to his pride or seek revenge, which
could be termed justice, on the twittering fool from the land of
King Carstien: I wish
not to be the bringer of misfortune upon the undeserving people
of thy country but I cannot sit idly and take these insults from
thee. After all, the problem stems from you, pitiful excuse for a
king, let alone a man. I hereby challenge you to a duel,
Chorus: A challenge
is issued to the foreigner and it is not a challenge to be taken
lightly for his royal highness is the fiercest and cruellest
warrior throughout the lands. He is one who, thou may say, takes
precautions even before the fight. None who accept can live
against the king of the east! Remember, to accept is to accept
King Bermaign: I
accept this challenge with naught but a laugh for it is certain
that I shall win.
King Carstien: So do
all fools believe. Very well, the fight, if it is to be called
one, will be staged at noon, tomorrow, in the arena. May the best
King Bermaign: Oh I
(King Bermaign leaves the
The dawn has broken long ago
and the warriors prepare...)
(King Carstien enters the
King Carstien: Where
is the loud mouth? I wish to teach him a lesson about regret due
to his rude behaviour and comments yesterday.
(King Bermaign enters the
Chorus: Look, there
Look, here he comes.
Look, a fool with hope;
Look, his blood runs.
King Bermaign: Thou
make a mockery of me when it is your king who shall die?
Chorus: The man has
sharp pointy words but they shall not save him from the pain in
King Bermaign: What
is this back pain thou speak of...?
King Carstien: Enough! We came to battle did we not? Now the rules are simply
accept yields and no body desecrations after the loser death if
such occurs. I say this because I expect an honest and fair
battle. Nothing less than a fight to the death from a king. Oh,
and watch thy back. Now, Begin!
(After a few rounds of
attacking and parrying...)
King Bermaign: Thou
art weak, old man. Thou should yield otherwise you shall die by
King Carstien: Thy
fool. Your confidence blinds you. Enough words spent. What are
your last words before thy death, king of the west?
King Bermaign: Only that these are not my last
words but yours.
King Carstien: Thou last words have been spoken
and what a waste they were.
(King Carstien signals to
somewhere behind king Bermaign.
Suddenly an arrow pierces
king Bermaigns heart from behind)
King Bermaign: Thy
lying bastard! Thou have a terrible mistake and may the gods
punish you severely for it!
(King Bermaign drops to the
King Carstien walks to the
Western king's body)
King Carstien: I fear
the gods as much as I feared you. Not at all.
Carstien walks away)