Town of Dissident
Act 1: Scene IV
Characters involved:
Kanen- town affairs supervisor.
Governor- man appointed to supervise the area.
(Scene fades in on the Governor scanning over an array of paperwork. He scribbles ferociously at one particular piece of parchment, then frustrated, thrashes at the many rolls of parchment until his desktop is clear. There is a quick tapping at the door, and Kanen bustles in. He greets the Governor then pulls a chair lying by the room’s fireplace closer to the leader’s desk. He brings a sense of urgency to the seen.)
Governor: Tension clings to you as a mother to her infant, what troubles thee Kanen?
Kanen: What bother me you ask? [He slams his hands on the desk, and leans in towards the calm governor.] Fool, do you think this no more than game?
Governor: If a purpose exists for your intrusion then speak. You, comrade, must know among all others what becomes of them who waste their elder’s seconds in this world.
Kanen: [Pauses, eyeing the governor’s obscured hands.] ‘Tis the matter of the woodcutter.
Governor: [Laughing.] What of him? Does he pose threat to town business?
Kanen: A full cycle of the moon has passed, and even with persistent motivation he still cries tales of knowing Kas.
Governor: [Suddenly completely solemn.] Kas? Daughter of Brindel?
Kanen: Aye, the same. An increased amount of knowledge come I by, and all seems to cry out to me to suppose the worst.
Governor: Letters, does he know the pen?
Kanen: Aye, he could be a scholar if his passion directed him down such a path. I have allowed him seven sheets. Haste, and quality are among the penmanship.
Governor: I car not for the quality, but the information. Did he know the beggar?
Kanen: Proclaim he many a day that his relations were not greater than most with the man. The letters lay clean of code, Governor. The boy is innocent.
Governor: Nothing? Pity. I take pleasure in apprehending the enemy. Brindel surely will mourn no more for this boy, than he does for the death of his tax collector.
(There is a long silence, the Governor seems to think the conversation is over. Kanen watches him, waiting for a reply.)
Kanen: What of the boy then?
Governor: [Laughs.] A woodcutter imprisoned. The boy, reported you, was not of expertise in his skill. He will go unmissed by much. Accuse him of treason, the guillotine will fall before noon tomorrow.
Kanen: What if Brindel proves to desire his bail?
Governor: [Silent.] If the boy proves loved by Kas then she will surely shrivel before sees him beheaded. Brindel’s wrath cannot be kindled. Transfer the boy. Do away with him to the capital, and be sure his containment is of high regard.
Kanen: It is done. [Makes to leave, then he glimpses the paperwork strewn over the floor. His eyes fall on one in particular, he crouches and then begins to read it as he stands up again. The Governor rips it from his hands, his face calm.] Surely, they must_!
Governor: Leave. Now.
(Kanen hesitates, then turns and hurries through the door. Scene fades out.)
