Scene 2
Two Heralds, standing on different vertical levels, one above the other meet. They are unable to touch but interact verbally.
Herald One
Hark servant of Camelot, I see your vile colors still shine and thy banner stains the light.
Herald Two
Hark servant of Eastland, I see your foul mouth still pours forth vapors as the bog.
Herald One
Behold the assembled host of my master, six kingdoms harken to his banner, four thousand strong.
Herald Two
It is true that we are but two thousand, but behold the rabble at thy master’s feet, lickspittles, backbiting and quarrels infest thy number. And Arthur is rightful king of all the Britons. God is on our side.
Herald One
God is on the side of the latest armies. We shall crush thy flotsam band. Hark! See the first waves meet each other on the field.
Herald Two
What carnage! See the heads on lances on the valiant knights of Camelot!
Herald One
No less so that of Eastland! Now see the second wave sally forth.
Herald Two
(Winces) It is an ill omen.
Herald One
(Laughs) You will rue the day!
Herald Two
What is this? Merlin’s work assuredly, some portal opens up in the middle of the field.
Herald One
Your demon wormtounge will not save you. God is on our side.
Herald Two
Your knights attack the newcomer, dressed in strange clothing and decorated in all manner of curious colors. They will regret this.
Herald One
I find it highly unl….Great God! What is this?
Herald Two
Thunder in bottles and strange colors, slippery oils and noxious gasses that this alchemist from another world hues and cries on thy foul nights. I told you Merlin would do us right.
Herald One
It’s...impossible. So many explosions! LIke lightning called to earth on a cloudless sky.
Herald Two
Thou art in retreat! Arthur wins the day!
Herald One
You will regret this. We will win in the end. (Leaves)
Herald Two
All hail this strange knight from afar! Welcome to Camelot stranger! Welcome Alchemist of wonder!
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