Jim Skiff - Confrontation Conclusion

This girl's not only insolent, she boasts about her deed
With this drivel about creed and death and god
Although she is my sister's child, she'll not escape her doom
Nor that other viper from my sister's womb
Guards, I want to talk to Tekla
I am sure she must have been a partner to this plot

Would you do more than slay me?
No more than that and nothing less

Then why not put an end to all this bandying of words?
Your speeches do not pleasure me
I'm sure my words offend your ear
But my lips aren't sealed by fear
As all your subjects are

You slander the Lowara, they are loyal to their chief

They have tucked their tails between their legs

Are you not ashamed of this defiance of your chief?

I'm not ashamed to grant my brother peace!

Was it not a brother, too, who died to save your life?

Born of the same parents, you must know

Then why do you dishonor one, by honoring the knife?

The dead would never look upon it so

How can you honor equally the evil with the good?

It was his brother, not his slave that died

Surely you can't mean the good is equal to the bad?

Who understands how God sees good and bad?

Silence! Your act was traitorous!
If you would love the dead than you yourself must die!

Tekla is approaching, shedding tears of grief
A cloud has gathered on her brow
It breaks like rain upon the thirsty earth

And you, who lurked like a viper
Sucking the blood of my honor
Confess your part in this crime

I am guilty if she is

No, no, justice will not permit this
She had no part in my deed

Sister, do not reject me
I wish to die with you

Do not court death
Mine will suffice

How could life be dear to me without you?

Ask Bidshika. You think highly of his word.

Don't taunt me so, I only seek to serve you.

Serve yourself, for I have chosen death.

Behold the viper's folly, sharing evil with the evil.

I can't live if she must die.

You're mistaken, for she lives no more.
She has passed through death's dark door.
Guards remove these vipers from my sight.

Yerko is approaching
Grief has touched his features
Does he mourn the passing of his bride?

Do you come to rage against your father?
Or do you come to honor my decree?

Father, I bow down before your wisdom
No marriage could mean more to me than you.

Oh my son it pleases me to hear you
Men pray for children dutiful as you
If you would have wed that stubborn woman
An awful fate would surely fall on you

I do not wish to say you speak unwisely
But many say your heart is choked with hate
There never was a more courageous woman
Who so little merited her fate
When the river overflows in winter
The tree that yields comes safely through the flood
Wisdom would advise that you should bend
Before your hands are covered with her blood

Shall men of age be schooled by youths like this?

Kindly weigh my merits, not my years

Is it your merit that you honor the lawless?

The Lowara deny she is wrong.

Shall the people determine my rule?

Now who speaks like a boy?

You are a woman's tool.

If you are a woman, that is true.

You have no shame to argue with your father

I only argue with your view of justice

Is it shameful to respect my royal stature

Is it shameful to respect O Del's commands?

With every word you're pleading for that woman

I plead for you and me, and for the Rom

Woman's slave, you think you can cajole me

You only hear the sound of your own voice

Enough of this, you'll pay for baiting me

Bring her here, she'll die before your eyes

No, never will I permit her death

Ach tu nas valye!

Written by:
James Skiff

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