EILLAINE: singing softly Heart of my soul,
The God with in us
Calls to holiness, she sobs
lightly
Beyond
Understanding.
My soul leaps when it hears your voice,
As a child within
Its mother’s womb.
When my eyes behold you,
her voice is almost chocked
It as the thirsty pilgrim sees the
oasis rising
From the red and burning sand,
As the wandering lost seek
their
Home in God,
In the
ONE WHO IS, speaking the One who betrayed us, left us here. begins singing again
So does my soul reach to you, speaking
O dear Rhiannon
Please don’t be dead, we should
never have fought, begins singing again
For in you he saw that which was lost so long ago
That time has long forgot that
once it was. Speaking again
Listen for an Angels voice;
Find me when I cry,
For then I will need you…
Decker, we need you now. Desperately,
we three smart immortal goddesses are powerless, trapped, and we have no idea
where. Rhiannon, please waken, you
can’t be gone from us. Decker
needs you, we need you. Your birds
are keening for lack of you.
LAURAL: Aeons of jealousy, who said it “How could such base emotions
dwell in such noble heads?” Through
time and space you two have fought over one poor mortal, now we’re as
powerless as he was. Powerless in
the hands of such unspeakable evil. How
could Jack allow such evil in his kingdom?
EILLAINE: We thought the Nameless One was the enemy?
Poor spirit, before his rebellion began, soul dead, stripped of all his
being, left tortured and dying in the empty apartment by such a force of evil
LAURAL: How is Rhiannon? Any
better at all?
EILLAINE: She still breathes, and that’s all. If she hadn’t turned her head just as the blast hit she
probably wouldn’t have survived. I’ve
never seen such a manifestation of pure ugly evil in all of eternity.
I still can’t identify it.
LAURAL: This place has allowed us to remember who we are, at least.
EILLAINE: And we should call that a blessing?? God’s daughters trapped
worse than any mortal, holding the comatose body of the High Queen?
We have no idea where we are, how we got here, nothing.
LAURAL: The last I remember was turning and seeing the unicorn trying to
awaken you and then Rhiannon. It
looked at me with such sad eyes, then left, and I must have fainted as well.
EILLAINE: At least, so far as we know, Decker still lives and with
Jack’s help may yet survive, even if we don’t.
LAURAL: It has occurred to me, dear one, that we too might die.
What irony, we came to save Decker’s soul, and stand to lose our very
being.
EILLAINE: If the force was so powerful as to destroy the One With No Name,
God’s own angel, what chance do we have?
We are but adopted daughters after all.
LAURAL: Would that we had never come to this miserable place.
EILLAINE: Would that Rhiannon and I had never fought.
Would that I had simply taught him what he needed, then stood back and
left him to her.
LAURAL: Eillaine, what would happen if Decker sat in the “Devil’s
Brew” now, without you or Rhiannon, or even No Name to affect his thoughts?
EILLAINE: He might remember
his past, or some of it at least, but which?
LAURAL: Is there hope there-in?
EILLAINE: Depends on who emerges, it’s a slim hope, but the only one we
have…and if Jack helps him, we might. Rhiannon,
please wake up? Please?
But against this evil, even at his mightiest I doubt he could over come. No, if a force is so strong as to hold the three of us, who
could Decker recall that could save us?
LAURAL: I fear you’re right sister.
Rhiannon stirs slightly and moans, but then goes back into her coma.
EILLAINE: Sleep, Lady Rhiannon, sleep.
There’s nothing to be gained by waking now. We have all been fooled and trapped, by we know we not what,
but hopelessness is our lot, so sleep sweet Queen of Annwn, sleep and may your
dreams be of our happier days, when sang the joyous birds of Rhiannon.
She breaks into tears, her head slumps forward.
Laural looks downward and silently weeps as well.
None see a small “bird” flying slowly in, it sings softly. It lands on Rhiannon’s breast.
Eillaine sees it.
EILLAINE: Poor little one,
have you come to die with your mother? She
begins to sing, almost crooning
Can you miss her?
You birds, the birds
of Rhiannon,
You who wait outside
her portal,
Holy, pure and white.
Don’t you miss her
when you sing?
Your songs, so pure, a
cleansing shower, for the heart.
Do you know she’s
almost gone, you lovely birds?
You singing birds of
Rhiannon
Do you miss her in
your hearts?
Can’t you come and
sing her back to life?
Rhiannon, don’t you
hear them when they sing?
Your birds
Rhiannon will sing you awake
Call you from you from
your slumber deep,
Summon you back to
your pain
Ending sleep’s
solace o so sweet.
Lord Pwyll’s
voice is heard off stage, powerful, rich. Somewhat
like Decker, but stronger, more assured.
PWYLL: Don’t you
listen when her birds sing?
The beautiful birds,
the birds of Rhiannon wait outside her portal,
Holy, pure and white.
Why don’t you listen
when they sing?
Their song is a
cleansing light for the soul.
Do you hear them now,
her sweet birds?
Can’t you listen
when her birds sing?
The birds of Rhiannon
call you from your bed,
Call you to her bed,
Summon you from your
doubts,
Bring love’s
affections o so sweet.
Pwyll enters the
cave, singing. Eillaine and Laural
join him, Laural stands.
ALL THREE: Will you
not listen when her birds sing?
My birds of love, the
birds of Rhiannon sing
Outside your true
love’s door.
Holy, pure and white.
Why won’t you listen
when my darling birds sing?
Their pure sweet song
is a healing for your love torn soul.
And a
cleansing shower for your heart,
A healing light for
your shattered soul,
Their singing, their
love filled singing,
Will make you whole
again,
Fill your joyless
soul again,
Cleanse your pain
filled heart again,
Bring life renewed
again,
Set you free again.
How hard it is for you
to listen
When the birds of
Rhiannon sing.
While my sweet
birds sing inside her loving chamber,
Outside her portal,
pure and white,
Why must it be so hard
for you to listen to singing of the birds?
The birds of Rhiannon
that call you from your loveless sleep,
Lift your heart, fill
you with new love’s joy.
Can you not put down
your pride when the birds of Rhiannon sing?
From where she
lies, on Eillaine’s lap, Rhiannon begins to sing, softly, weakly at first, but
gaining strength with every note.
My loving birds,
My precious birds,
My darling birds?
The birds of Rhiannon
are calling you,
Calling you home,
Home from your labours
deep,
Home to her bed,
Home to your true
love’s bed]
All four voices
Can’t you hear their
soul lifting song, the song of my birds?
My life filling birds,
the birds of Rhiannon wait outside my portal,
Holy, pure and white.
Is your heart closed
to magic?
Can’t you listen
when my dear birds give song?
Their singing, is
pure, a cleansing rain upon the heart.
Do you hear them now?
The singing birds of
Rhiannon?
You must hear them
with your heart.
Please listen when my
birds sing.
The birds of Rhiannon
will call you home,
Call you from your
labours deep,
Summon you from your
pain
Bring love’s solace
o so sweet.
Rhiannon stands
alone with Pwyll, they look lovingly at each other and sing the following as a
duet
Now will you listen
when the birds sing?
Rhiannon’s birds,
the life giving birds
The birds of Rhiannon
wait outside love’s portal,
Holy, pure and white,
Now will you listen
when my birds sing?
Their song
is a healing light for the soul.
Will you hear them
now, my lovely birds?
Now will you listen
when my birds sing?
The birds of Rhiannon
call you to your true love’s bed,
Call you from your
empty bed
Sing you from your
sleep of loveless death,
Summon you from your
doubts,
Bring love’s true
affections o so sweet.
Will you hear them
now, my birds?
Do you hear them now,
the birds of Rhiannon?
Can you hear the heart
of Rhiannon beating now?
Will you hear the soul
of Rhiannon weeping now?
Do you hear my birds
now?
Can you hear with your
soul now?
Will you hear with
your heart now?
Do you hear how they
summon the dead to life?
Can you hear the birds
of Rhiannon now?
Will you hear their
joyous song of love.
Do you hear them now,
Can you hear the
messengers of the gods--- and love?
Will you hear them now
and dare to love?
Do you hear how they
summon the dead to love?
Hear the birds of
Rhiannon,
And dare to live
reborn
And dare to learn to love.
RHIANNON: Deck, no, my
Lord Pwyll, thank the Gods.
PWYLL: Only, I’m
afraid until we exit here.
Jack Patch emerges
from back stage.
JACK PATCH: Which, I
suspect may be a longer time than we might desire. The spell on this cave is designed as a weir.
Easy to get into, hard, if not impossible to escape.
PWYLL: With all the
powers here?
JACK PATCH: It feeds
on our immortal natures. It draws
strength from the very nature of godhood that we emanate in this cave.
EILLAINE: So,
until you two arrived it kept Rhiannon too weak to waken?
JACK PATCH: I take it
my Lady was the worst damaged when you found yourself here?
LAURAL: She took the
brunt of the evil blast that hit the apartment.
PWYLL: Then I know the
surest way out.
RHIANNON: How so,
husband?
PWYLL: Rhiannon, do
you love Decker?
RHIANNON: Is not he
the same as you?
PWYLL: Would that he
were, but he is not me, nor am I him. Still,
I have always vowed that I would die for you, were it needed, and it does appear
so.
RHIANNON: My lord?
PWYLL: Take my sword,
Rhiannon, and strike me hard direct to the heart. Kill me swiftly, that you might live.
RHIANNON: I can not
kill you, Pwyll, nor can I bear to watch you die for me again.
PWYLL: Jack, would you
be so kind?
JACK PATCH: I can not.
I will not shed such pure blood in this evil place.
There is the sound
of running horse’s hooves, the unicorn appears, and before he can be stopped,
runs his golden horn through Lord Pwyll’s heart. It withdraws it horn, bloodied and looks sadly at the corpse,
then at the women. A voice can be
heard speaking.
VOICE OF THE UNICORN:
I tried to warn you, to warn you all, but your godhead ears were too full of
yourselves to see, to listen, now Lord Pwyll lies dead for all of time.
But your savior wakens from his remains.
You no longer have the luxury of your selective amnesia either.
The time of deciding has begun. The unicorn shakes his head and the
blood from Pwyll’s body spatters them all, then it leaves. As it exits Decker stirs on the floor and then sits up. No
one attempts to wipe of the blood, rather they let it stay and stain them.
DECKER: What the hell?
Where are we?
JACK PATCH: In an
unspeakable place, Decker, but don’t worry, you’re really asleep dreaming.
You’re in bed with Rhiannon at home.
But to get out of this dream you have to lead us all out of this cave.
DECKER: Dreaming?
I must be. But what cave?
As he says that,
the “walls” disappear and they find they are in a small copse.
JACK PATCH; What cave
indeed, Decker, what cave in deed. Very
well done.
Aside to Rhiannon Pwyll loved you very much my dear, cherish this one as dearly
if you can. Remember too, we still
have the matter of who did that to you in the first place. But for now, take him home and rest him well.
RHIANNON: aside to
Jack, Though I fear that the clouds of war that slowly grow now will make
this night’s battle ground seem a
walk in the park, and Lord Pwyll’s sacrifice I dread is but the second of the
many deaths heaven and hell will see, yet you are right, rest is what we need.
She reaches over and embraces Decker, and they walk off stage.
DECKER: This is all a
dream?
RHIANNON: Hush love,
yes it’s a dream, and soon you’ll forget it all in my love’s embrace.
EILLAINE: Never have I
felt this weak.
JACK PATCH: Strengthen
yourself then, and quickly. While
the two of swords hangs over us we have time to prepare.
But war, full out I fear rushes at us and at all mankind.
LAURAL: I too feel the
chill of the on coming storm. Come
sister let us find shelter and strength while we may.
All exit, the curtain falls.
