War of Kings Play

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a play i wrote several months ago. It is about confrontation between men who think overmuch of themselves and the folly of thinking fair of one another.

Submitted: January 05, 2010

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Submitted: January 05, 2010



War of Kings

Chorus: The dawn breaks and oh what a sight to behold!
The dawn suggests naught but good tidings for the day.
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 west!
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 yours.
King Bermaign: Thou Shalt be sorry for your poor behaviour towards me; the king of the west!
(Door closes)
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 his highness.
(At the palace)
Chorus: Your worship, we present to you the ever so rude...
(King Bermaign bursts in)
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 lies...
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 lands.
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 personally!
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 the doomed.
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, beast!
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 one’s death.
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 man win.
King Bermaign: Oh I intend to.
(King Bermaign leaves the palace.
The dawn has broken long ago and the warriors prepare...)
(King Carstien enters the arena)
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 arena)
Chorus: Look, there he is;
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 his back.
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 my sword.
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 ground dead.
King Carstien walks to the Western king’s body)
King Carstien: I fear the gods as much as I feared you. Not at all.

(King Carstien walks away)

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