Legend Page #3

11 INTERIOR GREAT TREE NIGHT

The three goblins cower terrified among the gnarled roots.

BLUNDER:
Now what. . . . ?

BLIX:
We sit. . . . We wait. . . . That be our fate!

11A EXTERIOR GREAT TREE NIGHT

The goblins wait up on the upper platform of the ruined castle. Blix

sits apart from the others, staring out across at the bog. The light

of a campfire casts their shifting shadows against the huge trunk of

the hollow tree.

Blix plays with the silver hair.

BLIX(to himself): Moving silent like the breeze.

Soft as shadows, still as trees,

Darkness be in all we sees.

He lives in silence, he lives in fire,

He lives in all that's dark and dire.

A mysterious floating shape approaches out of the distance. It is a

black cloak, wafting through the mist like an airborne manta ray.

12 EXTERIOR BOG NIGHT

The flying cloak wraps about the statue of the skeletal fiddler. The

wind presses it tight, revealing the skull through the cloth.

Suddenly, the statue's head turns to look at the great tree.

13 EXTERIOR GREAT TREE NIGHT

Blix walks to to the edge of the platform, peering into the night.

BLIX:
Look in the gloom, search out the tomb.

That be where you find our sire.

The pedestal is empty. The statue of the fidder has vanished!

Blix gets down on his knees, genuflecting, toward the the open bog.

The black shadow of the LORD OF DARKNESS falls across him.

Darkness towers over the ruined castle platform, a huge horned

figure drpaed in bacl cloth. An awesome silence ensues.

Blunder and Pox kneel, heaping ashes and dirt upon thier heads.

BLIX:
Hail O great One. . . . divine and dark!

Strong like a lion, swift like a shark.

Blix offers the silver hair up to Darkness.

BLIX:
Though I'm not worthy of the task Great Lord, I found this for

your amusment.

Blunder leaps to his feet and grabs the hair from Blix.

BLUNDER:
Don't listen to them mealy-mouthed lies boss. . . . I'm the

one who found it. . . . Me! Blunder the Bold!

There is a bight FLASH OF LIGHT. Blunder HOWLS with pain.

Blunder stares at his arm in dismay. His hand is gone, magically

replaced by a grotesque birdclaw.

BLUNDER(stunned): Thank you, Lordship . . . .

Blunder experimently clenches and unclenches his new bird claw.

POX:
Quite stylish, actually. . . .

Darkness dangles the shining silver hair in front of him.

DARKNESS:
Where. . . . ?

BLIX:
In the woods, six leagues back,

'Tween Twin Oaks and the Dragon's Track.

DARKNESS:
Did my bold hunters chance to see quarry which

cast this spoor?

BLIX:
I stalked it, Sire, but much too slow,

What beast it be I do not know.

DARKNESS:
This hair is from an angel of light. . . It comes

this way rarely. . . I must have this creature!

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