[Narrhabath is clothed in a salwar and bites on a leaf placed horizontally in her mouth. She suspends whilst chanting. Her temple has a huge statue of Buddha and there are earthenware bowls lined up around her mat. There are weird wailing sounds and whistles from within and the innermost part of the temple is covered with shades of the giant trees outside.]
Enter Pablo and Cathinius
Cathinius: Her eyes are closed? [Whispering]
Pablo: Keep shut my son. Follow thy honour’s step. [Mumbling]
Narrhabath: My sight is blocked yet I see through the unseen. I see you two. I see two gentlemen. One, an offspring and the other the parent. Both by names Cathinius and Pablo. Siddhartha Gautama dost hail. Hail… mighty one, Hail! You hail…you reign… Siddhartha, reign!
Pablo: Great honour, two brave men stand before you indeed. From a long mile have we walked. We live in the cottage down the street of Venus. Narrhabath, mother of the heavens, ruler of the clouds… May your kingdom hail.
Cathinius: Papa? Tell it all.
Pablo: My niece Amberlina, eighteen years of age, a young and beautiful virgin is an intertwined piece altogether. Thus, she claims she is in need of a companion. Desperate as she is, young and confused, there’s no word of advise our noble Lina will heed to. But she is not on her own. Her mother drives her to do what she does. It would be very unfair and doltish to give such advise to a child of your own. Therefore Narrhabath, seek the future for us. Make it all known and guard the future for us. Feed us yet with the answer. If not there’ll be a regrettable predicament and we’ll lose our jewel, Amber. Hail, Narrh, Hail… [genuflecting]
Narrhabath opens her eyes. Her eyeballs are all white and illuminating. Her hair gently sways while she slowly rests on a mat below her.
Narrhabath: Aha! Great Gautama! He is still of good strength. [pointing her finger at one earthenware bowl at her right]
Take one of these. What you see in it is the future. For you seeketh and now hath you the future in your hands. Look deep, I say, deep. [laughing heartily]
Pablo stretches out his right arm picking one of the lined up earthenware bowls.
Pablo: What seeth I, son? Amberlina? Dead? No! No! I can’t believe this. My eyes deceive me. [wailing] Narrh! Narrh! Savagely eliminated? Gird me up, Narhh! Gird me up!
Narrhabath: Ha, ha, ha! [Heaving a sigh]. I need not thy tears and sorrows. Take heed to my word. Ha, ha. Fellows, alas, for you’re stranded. My word is your word. If thou faileth to complete within the allotted interval, beautiful Amberlina would be called to join her forefathers.
Cathinius: Hail Narrhabath, we all hail. How great thou art. How generous thou art been to us, how strong thou art. [Looks up with arms opened] Our hearts art thine.
Narrhabath: Amberlina hath a bright and vast future. A great gift from her forefathers I mean. But her sense of naivity maketh her a blind piece. Her thoughts manipulate her either. Be not disconsolate. Be thou content! I say, be content. Her views art discordant with thine. But I say unto you, amenable Amber must be convinced duly. You Cathinius, it’s your duty.
Cathinius: But how, your honour? [bows his head]
Narrhabath: No more questions. A prince from Arcadia intends to take a journey to Venus. He’s on a particular mission. An evil one indeed. He claims that he wants to marry at his age and he would love to have a virgin. When he gets to Venus, Amber will be his ultimate choice. Though, unseen yet, they’re connected. You both have to fight for her life or she loses it forever.
Pablo: Gracious, gracious, your honour. Your word is ours indeed.
Narrhabath: Go forth, tell her. Tell her. Let her eyes see the red moon ahead. Her right hand man might later come but her endurance will save her. This period is too sinister. Her right hand man is also a Prince. Whence I tell not. Be content, I say. But teach her to not intertwine both fates. Her destiny is serpentine. Be the heroes of her young life and straighten the curvature nature of the path she taketh. My words are sealed. [her eyes shut at once]
Pablo: Gracious honourable honour. Hail thee! Great Siddhartha Gautama hail.
Narrhabath: Enough! [frowning] Turn toward thy abode.
Cathinius: Should we keep you in the picture?
Narrhabath: Be here each week. Fetch the details hither. Make them known to me when you come. Be not headstrong but of free conscience and put in your best.
Pablo: We will come, but we’ll put it on our effort .
[Exeunt]
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