Scene VIII
(It’s early morning. There’s barely any light coming in through the window. Mute is half asleep, propped up against the bars of Sage’s cell. Blaine is pacing restlessly, and Sage is sitting against the back wall, deep in thought.)
BLAINE: You really should wake him up.
SAGE: He needs to be asleep.
BLAINE: It makes sense that you didn’t tell him for two years. I get that. But it’s the day of. He should say goodbye to you or something…
SAGE: (Sighs and closes his eyes) Please, Blaine…
BLAINE: Forgive me, “Oh wise one.” I forgot that you are the one who knows best for all. (pause) I didn’t mean that.
SAGE: You did. But it was completely understandable.
BLAINE: You should still give him a chance to say goodbye.
SAGE: Not now. He can’t know.
BLAINE: You told me he’s fragile, and that you don’t want to drop him. But if you grip him too tightly, he’ll break then, too.
(During the next few lines, the light gradually gets brighter as the sun rises.)
SAGE: He’s more liable to break if I drop him. He’ll recover, as long as he has the colors.
BLAINE: He won’t have the colors.
SAGE: You can describe them to him.
BLAINE: That’s not what I’m talking about! You know that’s not what I’m talking about! He’s lost color one time already. Don’t take it away a second time.
SAGE: (pause) He’ll wake up when they come. His hearing is too good.
BLAINE: You knew he was going to wake up.
SAGE: I could try to fool myself. But when the truth presses you…
(There’s a clang offstage, and Mute and Prate both jolt awake. Prate immediately goes to his twine. His lips move frantically, silently talking to himself.)
MUTE: Sage, the guards’re comin’! (no answer) Sage?
SAGE: …I know.
MUTE: What’s wrong? You’re worried, I can tell! S’in your voice, I can hear it, so don’t lie to me!
SAGE: I’m not worried, Mute. There’s nothing…there’s nothing to worry about.
MUTE: Somthin’s up, I know it is, so quit lyin’! You ain’t never lied to me, Sage, so quit it!
SAGE: (runs over to take his fingers through the bars) Mute…
(The guard enters, holding a club and a pair of handcuffs. Prate suddenly becomes frantic; his fingers jump, his hands shake, and he’s breathing hard, muttering incoherent nonsense.)
MUTE: What’s goin’ on? What do they want?
SAGE: Nothing, Mute. Go back to sleep.
MUTE: No! I hate being blind! You promised to be my eyes, Sage! You promised! Tell me what’s happenin’!
(The guard opens Sage’s door, making Mute and Prate jump. Guard tries to grab him, but Sage resists. Mute feels the struggle.)
MUTE: (panicked) Sage! What do they want with you? Why won’t you tell me what’s happenin’?!
SAGE: Mute, it’s fine. Everything’s fine.
(The guard finally manage to tear him away from the bars and handcuff his hands behind his back. Guard drags him away, leaving the cell door open. The string in Prate’s hands become knotted and tangled, but he continues to weave.)
MUTE: Sage! What’s…Blaine! Blaine, tell me what’s happenin’! (beat) Blaine! Please!
BLAINE: They’ve left.
MUTE: I know that! I can hear ‘em from here, they’re headin’ up the stairs! But what’s happenin’?
(no answer) Blaine!
BLAINE: I think you know what’s happening.
MUTE: (almost in tears) No! That’s not it! I just can’t see, is all! I just can’t see, and—
BLAINE: You know what happened to the others. All the prince’s tutors.
MUTE: (crying) No! The king don’t believe the prince! It was too crazy a story, ‘cause Sage just wouldn’t say those things!
BLAINE: Mute…
MUTE: The king must’ve found proof that the prince was lyin’. Yeah. And the prince was punished, and he’s settin’ Sage free…
BLAINE: Mute.
MUTE: This is a cruel joke, Blaine! Just ‘cause I’m blind and can’t see what’s really happenin’…
BLAINE: I wouldn’t joke about something like this.
MUTE: Yes you would! Yes you would!
BLAINE: Believe me, Mute, this isn’t something I’d do. And even if it was, how would I get Sage to play along?
MUTE: Quit it!
(Mute sits down and pulls his knees to his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Prate is shaking so much that the twine falls from his hands. He stares at it for a moment, then puts his face in his hands and starts to sob, too. Blaine stands in the middle of his cell, completely at loss, not knowing what to do.
The scene fades to black. In the darkness, we hear the sound of drums progressively getting louder, drowning out Mute’s sobs. When the drums are the only sound we can hear, they break into a drum roll, then stop suddenly. We hear a gallows platform drop.)
