Act 2 Scene 3
= Enters Mark, Vincent.
Vincent: News from the borders have arrived, bearing the seal of authority from my father.
Mark: Sir Roland Paris? The Knight of Valour, serving the Majesty Himself?
Vincent: Aye, aye he is. My father he is too. A messanger he has sent to Rivendell, informing the Marquis of the troubles
that are soon to befall on Rivendell.
Mark: A calamity? What? When?
Vincent: I regret to be the harbringer of news, bad as such. The Black Army invades, pillaging and burning as they
conquer the lands east of Rivendell.
Mark: You know this for certain? The Black Army invades?
Vincent: I swear upon the courts of my father, Captain of the Valour Knights!
Mark: I must inform my father of ill news at once! Our ships must set sail upon the dawning of tomorrow!
Vincent: Yes you should. Safeguard your house, and your neighbours house. And all will come to harmony.
Mark: I do not want to safeguard the courts of my neighbours! Not everybody can get on a lifeboat.
Vincent: Selfishness is a quality of destruction.
Mark: Do you mock me, son of Paris? A quality of destruction? Say that might you be a gift of death?
Vincent: Honour, loyalty, trust. How can anything be without these three? See you not my point of contention?
Mark: Intelligence, Survival, Instinct. How can anybody have your honour, loyalty and trust without the three
of mine own? The air we breathe, the water we drink. These are esstiential for your survival, and these
pave the road for all that is to come.
Vincent: My father would lay his sword down to death, for honour. His life, entrusted to the blades of steel of his
fellow knights, knowing they would not desert him.
Mark: All upon pain of death. For each one lessened, death awaits patiently.
Vincent: The now do you not see the point I'm trying to make? How can you not have honour?
Mark: Cease this squibbling. I have neither the patience nor the mood to carry on this.
Vincent: My good brother, Estuans interius, ira vehementi. Veni veni venias, ne me mori facias. Could you not
bear to see this happening to your good brother? Sephiroth, weri ari Liberi Fatali. Let not the sin of greed
belittle the precious you have by your side.
Mark: Abi in malam rem, frater. For you not know your own kin.
Vincent: Alas, all words of mine fall on deaf ears. Go, 'brother'. Go. I wish not to see you. For now.
Mark: I will. And see me shall you not, for I have no not the time to entertain such incessant ramblings. You anger me.
Vincent: Fine.
= Exits Mark, Vincent.
= Enters Mark, Vincent.
Vincent: News from the borders have arrived, bearing the seal of authority from my father.
Mark: Sir Roland Paris? The Knight of Valour, serving the Majesty Himself?
Vincent: Aye, aye he is. My father he is too. A messanger he has sent to Rivendell, informing the Marquis of the troubles
that are soon to befall on Rivendell.
Mark: A calamity? What? When?
Vincent: I regret to be the harbringer of news, bad as such. The Black Army invades, pillaging and burning as they
conquer the lands east of Rivendell.
Mark: You know this for certain? The Black Army invades?
Vincent: I swear upon the courts of my father, Captain of the Valour Knights!
Mark: I must inform my father of ill news at once! Our ships must set sail upon the dawning of tomorrow!
Vincent: Yes you should. Safeguard your house, and your neighbours house. And all will come to harmony.
Mark: I do not want to safeguard the courts of my neighbours! Not everybody can get on a lifeboat.
Vincent: Selfishness is a quality of destruction.
Mark: Do you mock me, son of Paris? A quality of destruction? Say that might you be a gift of death?
Vincent: Honour, loyalty, trust. How can anything be without these three? See you not my point of contention?
Mark: Intelligence, Survival, Instinct. How can anybody have your honour, loyalty and trust without the three
of mine own? The air we breathe, the water we drink. These are esstiential for your survival, and these
pave the road for all that is to come.
Vincent: My father would lay his sword down to death, for honour. His life, entrusted to the blades of steel of his
fellow knights, knowing they would not desert him.
Mark: All upon pain of death. For each one lessened, death awaits patiently.
Vincent: The now do you not see the point I'm trying to make? How can you not have honour?
Mark: Cease this squibbling. I have neither the patience nor the mood to carry on this.
Vincent: My good brother, Estuans interius, ira vehementi. Veni veni venias, ne me mori facias. Could you not
bear to see this happening to your good brother? Sephiroth, weri ari Liberi Fatali. Let not the sin of greed
belittle the precious you have by your side.
Mark: Abi in malam rem, frater. For you not know your own kin.
Vincent: Alas, all words of mine fall on deaf ears. Go, 'brother'. Go. I wish not to see you. For now.
Mark: I will. And see me shall you not, for I have no not the time to entertain such incessant ramblings. You anger me.
Vincent: Fine.
= Exits Mark, Vincent.