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The door swings open and Colwyn enters. They stare at each

other for several moments: Colwyn, dusty and disheveled in

his armor, Lyssa freshly scrubbed and glowing in a

diaphanous gown.

COLWYN:

(nervous)

I'm Colwyn.

Lyssa nods, noncommittal. They start to circle the room,

eyes fixed on each other, like a pair of nervous cats.

COLWYN:

(plaintive)

Are you Lyssa?

She gives him another noncommittal nod. They resume their

tentative circling.

Suddenly, Lyssa turns away, leaning on the sill of a narrow

window. Her shoulders begin to heave, as if she's sobbing.

Colwyn is in agony; he rushes across the room to her.

COLWYN:

I don't care what arrangements were

made by our parents. You don't have

to go through with it!

Lyssa continues to heave.

COLWYN:

They can't force you. I won't let

them!

Lyssa turns around, and Colwyn sees that she's not sobbing,

but laughing.

LYSSA:

(trying to control her

laughter)

I'm sorry. I couldn't help it.

COLWYN:

(taking considerable umbrage)

I don't have to go through with it

either.

LYSSA:

(still laughing, touches his

arm)

You don't understand. I'm just so

relieved. I was sure you'd turn out

to be short and fat and gimpy.

COLWYN:

Oh. That.

(begins to chuckle)

I know what you mean.

(sits down on a bench)

I had nightmares all week.

LYSSA:

(sits down beside him)

Me too.

COLWYN:

Last night was the worst. I dreamt

you had one leg shorter than the

other, and walked like a penguin.

LYSSA:

Mine was worse:
I dreamt you picked

your nose in public.

COLWYN:

That's worse.

LYSSA:

You're really not bad looking.

Almost handsome.

COLWYN:

Well, you're beautiful.

LYSSA:

You might be handsome. I can't tell

through all that grime. Besides, you

reek of sweat and horses.

COLWYN:

(pompously)

If you're going to marry a warrior,

you'd best get used to it.

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