Legend Page #4

BLIX:
Oh Divine Dark One, teach us how to catch this

creature.

POX:
Your instruction would be m-m-most

ap-p-preciated.

BLUNDER:
Amen! I wants to learn! I craves knowledge!

DARKNESS:
No trap of yours will work. . . . There is only

lure for such disgusting goddness. . . .one bait which never

fails. . . .

BLIX:
Name the bait, Lord. . . .

DARKNESS:
Innoncence!

14 EXTERIOR COTTAGE MEADOW DAY

A beautiful flower-spangled meadow alive with songbirds.

Baby rabbits frolic in the tall grass where industrious squirrels

forage for acorns and nuts.

A delicate fawn gambols under the watchful eye of the doe. Clouds of

multi-hued butterflies swirl overhead.

Waist-deep in flower, a young princess skips SINGING across the

meadow. Her name is LILI. She wears splendid brocades and carries a

bouquet wrapped in a lace napkin. Like these blossoms, she is

beautiful and fresh and innocent.

Tiny birds fly down and land on her head and shoulders. She laughs

as a warbling wren takes a seed from her lips.

LILI(singing):
Come down sparrow, sing me good morning.

Rise up sun, light the arch of the sky.

Living river, turn light to diamonds,

When I look in my true love's eyes.

Lili runs towards a distant thatched-roofed cottage.

15 EXTERIOR BOULDER AT EDGE OF WOODS DAY

Blix, Pox, and Blunder hide behind a boulder, watching the girl.

BLIX(whipering):
Darkness say the perfect lure Always be a virgin

pure. . . .

15A EXTERIOR COTTAGE AT EDGE OF WOODS DAY

The WOODCARVER'S WIFE is hangin up the washing when Lili sneaks from

behind the cottage.

Grinning micheviously, Lili unfastens one end of the clothes-line

and lets it drop.

The laundry flutters onto the new-mown grass, A sheet drpaes around

the outraged wife.

WIFE:
Dad-blamed faeries!

16 INTERIOR COTTAGE DAY

The cottage is snug and homey with smoke-blackened beams and hand-

pegged furniture. A WOODCARVER sleeps by his bench surrounded by

wood-shavings and roughed-out toys.

Lili steps into the sunlight streaming through the open doorway. Her

beauty is etheral, an angel descending.

Finches peck at newly-made tarts laid on a trestle table to cool.

They rise to the rafters as at Lili's approach.

The Princess peeks around the room. She tiptoes to the hearth and

lifts the stewpot lid, dipping a finger in for a taste.

Spying the tarts, she grabs one and eats it hurriedly, leaving a

telltale crumb on her upper lip.

The clock tolls the hour. A carved wooden maiden piroettes from the

interior, pursued by a skeletal fiddler playing a bone fiddle. Lili

is fancinated.

The Woodcarver's Wife enters. She curtsies to the Princess.

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