{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/dun/pgam/pgam04.htm","path":"neu/dun/pgam/pgam04.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/dun/pgam/pgam04.htm","text":"Plays of Gods and Men, by Lord Dunsany, [1917]\nThe Queen's Enemies\nDramatis Person\u00e6\nThe Queen Ackaz\u00e1rpses (her handmaid)\nPrince Rh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes Prince Zoph\u00e9rnes\nThe Priest of Horus\nThe King of the Four Countries\nThe Twin Dukes of Ethiopia\nTharni, Tharrabas, Harlee (Slaves) Slaves.\nScene: An underground temple in Egypt.\nTime: The Sixth Dynasty.\n[The Curtain rises on darkness in both parts of the stage. Two Slaves appear with tapers on the steps. As they go down the steps, they light the torches that are clamped against the wall, with their tapers. Afterwards when they come to the temple they light the torches there till they are all lit. The two Slaves are Tharni and Tharrabas.]\nTharrabas:\nIs it much further, Tharni?\nTharni:\nI think not, Tharrabas.\nA dank and terrible place.\nIt is not much further.\nWhy does the Queen banquet in so fearful a place?\nI know not. She banquets with her enemies.\nIn the land from which I was taken we do not banquet with our enemies.\nNo? The Queen will banquet with her enemies.\nWhy? Know you why?\nIt is the way of the Queen.\n[Silence.]\nThe door, Tharni, we have come to the door!\nYes, that's the Temple.\nSurely a grim place.\nThe banquet is prepared. We light these torches, that is all.\nUnto whom is it holy?\nThey say to the Nile once. I know not to whom it is holy now.\nSo Nile has left it?\nThey say they worship him in this place no longer.\nAnd if I were holy Nile I also would stay up there [pointing] in the sunlight.\n[He suddenly sees the huge misshapen bulk of Harlee.]\nOh-h-h!\nHarlee:\nUrh\nWhy, it's Harlee.\nI thought you were some fearful, evil god.\n[Harlee laughs. He remains leaning on his great iron bar.]\nHe waits here for the Queen.\nWhat sinister need could she have of Harlee?\nI know not. You wait for the Queen, Harlee?\n[Harlee nods.]\nI would not banquet here. Not with a Queen.\n[Harlee laughs long.]\nOur work is done. Come. Let us leave this place.\n[Exeunt Tharrabas and Tharni up the steps.]\n[The Queen appears with her handmaid, Ackaz\u00e1rpses, coming down the steps. Her handmaid holds her train. They enter the temple.]\nQueen:\nAh. All is ready.\nAckaz\u00e1rpses:\nNo, no, Illustrious Lady. Nothing is ready. Your raiment\u2014we must fasten it here [shoulder], and then the bow in your hair.\n[She begins to titivate the Queen.]\nAckaz\u00e1rpses, Ackaz\u00e1rpses, I cannot bear to have enemies.\nIndeed, Illustrious Lady, it is wrong that you should have enemies. One so delicate, so slender and withal so beautiful should never have a foe.\nIf the gods could understand they would never permit it.\nI have poured out dark wine to them, I have offered them fat, indeed, I have often offered them savoury things. I have said: The Queen should not have enemies; she is too delicate, too fair. But they will not understand.\nIf they could see my tears they would never permit such woes to be borne by one small woman. But they only look at men and their horrible wars. Why must men slay one another and make horrible war?\nI blame your enemies, Illustrious Lady, more than the gods. Why should they trouble you who are so fair and so easily hurt by their anger? It was but a little territory you took from them. How much better to lose a little territory than to be unmannerly and unkind.\nO speak not of the territory. I know naught of these things. They say my Captains took it. How should I know? O why will they be my enemies?\nYou are most fair to-night, Illustrious Lady.\nI must needs be fair to-night.\nIndeed you are most fair.\nA little more perfume, Ackaz\u00e1rpses.\nI will tie the coloured bow more evenly.\nO they will never look at it. They will not know if it is orange or blue. I shall weep if they do not look at it. It is a pretty bow.\nCalm yourself, lady! They will be here soon.\nIndeed I think they are very close to me now, for I feel myself trembling.\nYou must not tremble, Illustrious Lady; you must not tremble.\nThey are such terrible men, Ackaz\u00e1rpses.\nBut you must not tremble, for your raiment is now perfect; yet if you tremble, alas! who may say how it will hang?\nThey are such huge, terrible men.\nO the raiment, the raiment; you must not, you must not! Queen:\nO I cannot bear it. I cannot bear it. There is Rh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes, that huge, fierce soldier, and the terrible Priest of Horus, and... and... O I cannot see them, I cannot see them.\nLady, you have invited them.\nO say I am ill, say I am sick of a fever.\nQuick, quick, say I have some swift fever and cannot see them.\nIllustrious Lady\u2014\u2014\nQuick, for I cannot bear it.\n[Exit Ackaz\u00e1rpses.]\nO, I cannot bear to have enemies.\nLady, they are here.\nO what shall we do?... Set this bow higher upon my head so that it must be seen. [Ackaz\u00e1rpses does so.] The pretty bow.\n[She continues to look in a hand mirror. A Slave descends the stairs. Then Rh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes and Zoph\u00e9rnes. Rh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes and Zoph\u00e9rnes stop; the Slave stops lower down.]\nZoph\u00e9rnes:\nFor the last time, Rh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes, consider. Even yet we may turn back.\nRh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes:\nShe had no guards outside nor was there any hiding place for them. There was the empty plain and the Nile only.\nWho knows what she may have in this dark temple?\nIt is small and the stairway narrow; our friends are close behind us. We could hold these steps with our swords against all her men.\nTrue. They are narrow steps. Yet... Rh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes, I do not fear man or god or even woman, yet when I saw the letter this woman sent bidding us banquet with her I felt that it was not well that we should come.\nShe said that she would love us though we were her enemies.\nIt is not natural to love one's enemies.\nShe is much swayed by whims. They sway her as the winds in spring sway flowers\u2014this way and that. This is one of her whims.\nI do not trust her whims.\nThey name you Zoph\u00e9rnes, giver of good counsel, therefore I will turn back because you counsel it, though I would fain go down and banquet with this little playful lady.\n[They turn and mount.]\nBelieve me, Rh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes, it is better. I think that if you had gone down these steps we scarcely should have seen the sky again.\nWell, well, we turn back, though I would fain have humoured the Queen's whim. But look. The others come. We cannot turn back. There comes the Priest of Horus; we must go to the banquet now.\nSo be it.\n[They descend.]\nWe will be circumspect. If she has men in there we return at once.\n[The Slave opens the door.]\nSlave:\nThe Princes Rh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes and Zoph\u00e9rnes.\nWelcome, Illustrious Princes.\nGreeting.\nQueen: O you have brought your sword!\nI have brought my sword.\nO but it is so terrible, your great sword.\nWe always carry our swords.\nO but you do not need them. If you have come to kill me your great hands are enough. But why do you bring your swords?\nIllustrious Lady, we do not come to kill you.\nTo your post, Harlee.\nWhat are this Harlee and his post?\nDo not tremble, Illustrious Lady, indeed you must not tremble.\nHe is but a fisherman; he lives upon the Nile. He nets fish; indeed he is nothing.\nFor what is your great bar of iron, Slave?\n[Harlee opens his mouth showing that he is tongueless. Exit.]\nUgh! They have burned out his tongue.\nHe goes on secret errands.\n[Enter Second Slave.]\nSecond Slave:\nThe Priest of Horus.\nWelcome, holy companion of the gods.\nPriest of Horus:\nThird Slave:\nThe King of the Four Countries.\n[She and he make obeisance.]\nFourth Slave:\nThe Twin Dukes of Ethiopia.\nKing of the Four Countries:\nWe are all met.\nAll that have warred against her Captains.\nO speak not of my Captains. It troubles me to hear of violent men. But you have been my enemies, and I cannot bear to have enemies. Therefore I have asked you to banquet with me.\nAnd we have come.\nO look not so sternly at me. I cannot bear to have enemies. When I have enemies I do not sleep. Is it not so, Ackaz\u00e1rpses?\nIndeed, the Illustrious Lady has suffered much.\nO Ackaz\u00e1rpses, why should I have enemies?\nAfter to-night you will sleep, Illustrious Lady.\nWhy, yes, for we shall all be friends; shall we not, princes? Let us be seated.\n[To Zoph\u00e9rnes.] There is no other doorway. That is well.\nWhy, no, there is not. Yet what is that great hole that is full of darkness?\nOnly one man at a time could come that way. We are safe from man or beast. Nothing could enter that way for our swords.\nI pray you be seated.\n[They seat themselves cautiously, she standing watching them.]\nThere are no servitors.\nAre there not viands before you, Prince Zoph\u00e9rnes, or are there too few fruits that you should blame me?\nI do not blame you.\nI fear you blame me with your fierce eyes.\nO my enemies, I would have you kind to me. And indeed there are no servitors, for I know what evil things you think of me\u2014\u2014\nA Duke of Ethiopia:\nNo, Queen, indeed we think no evil of you.\nAh, but you think terrible things.\nWe think no evil of you, Illustrious Lady.\nI feared that if I had servitors you would think... you would say, \"This wicked Queen, our enemy, will bid them attack us while we feast.\"\n[First Duke of Ethiopia furtively hands food to his Slave standing behind him, who tastes it.]\nThough you do not know how I dread the sight of blood, and indeed I would never bid them do such a thing. The sight of blood is shocking.\nWe trust you, Illustrious Lady.\n[He does the same with his Slave.]\nAnd for miles around this temple and all along this river I have said, \"Let there be no man.\" I have commanded and there are not. Will you not trust me now?\n[Zoph\u00e9rnes does the same and all the guests, one by one.]\nIndeed, we trust you.\nAnd you, Prince Zoph\u00e9rnes, with your fierce eyes that so frighten me, will you not trust me?\nO Queen, it is part of the art of war to be well prepared when in an enemy's country, and we have been so long at war with your Captains that we perforce remember some of the art. It is not that we do not trust you.\nI am all alone with my handmaid and none will trust me! O Ackaz\u00e1rpses, I am frightened: what if my enemies should slay me and carry me up, and cast my body into the lonely Nile.\nNo, no, Illustrious Lady. They will not harm you. They do not know how their fierce looks distress you. They do not know how delicate you are.\nPriest of Horus: [to Ackaz\u00e1rpses]\nIndeed we trust the Queen and none would harm her.\n[Ackaz\u00e1rpses soothes the Queen.]\nRh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes: [to Zoph\u00e9rnes]\nI think we do wrong to doubt her, seeing she is alone.\nZoph\u00e9rnes: [to Rh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes]\nYet I would that the banquet were over.\nQueen: [to Ackaz\u00e1rpses and the Priest of Horus, but audible to all]\nYet they do not eat the food that I set before them.\nDuke of Ethiopia:\nIn Ethiopia when we feast with queens it is our custom not to eat at once but to await the Queen till she has eaten.\nQueen: [Eats.]\nBehold then, I have eaten.\n[She looks at the Priest of Horus.]\nIt has been the custom of all that held my office, from the time when there went on earth the children of the Moon, never to eat till the food is dedicate, by our sacred signs, to the gods. [He begins to wave his hands over the food.]\nThe King of the Four Countries does not eat. And you, Prince Rh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes, you have given royal wine unto your slave.\nO Queen, it is the custom of our dynasty... and has indeed long been so,... as many say,... that the noble should not feast till the base have feasted, reminding us that our bodies even as the humble bodies of the base\u2014\u2014\nWhy do you thus watch your slave, Prince Rh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes?\nEven to remind myself that I have done as our dynasty doth.\nAlas for me, Ackaz\u00e1rpses, they will not feast with me, but mock me because I am little and alone. O I shall not sleep to-night, I shall not sleep. [She weeps.]\nYes, yes, Illustrious Lady, you shall sleep. Be patient and all shall be well and you will sleep.\nBut Queen, Queen, we are about to eat.\nYes, yes, indeed we do not mock you.\nKing of Four Countries:\nWe do not mock you, Queen.\nThey do not mean to mock you.\nThey... give my food to slaves.\nThat was a mistake.\nIt was... no mistake.\nThe slaves were hungry.\nQueen: [still weeping]\nThey believe I would poison them.\nNo, no, Illustrious Lady, they do not believe that.\nAckaz\u00e1rpses: [comforting her]\nO hush, hush. They do not mean to be so cruel.\nThey do not believe you would poison them. But they do not know if the meat was killed with a poisonous arrow or if an asp may have inadvertently bitten the fruit. These things may happen, but they do not believe you would poison them.\nNo; Queen, see, we eat.\n[They hastily whisper to slaves.]\n1st Duke of Ethiopia:\nWe eat your viands, Queen.\n2nd Duke of Ethiopia:\nWe drink your wine.\nWe eat your good pomegranates and Egyptian grapes.\nWe eat.\n[They all eat.]\nPriest of Horus: [smiling affably]\nI too eat of your excellent banquet, O Queen.\n[He peels a fruit slowly, glancing constantly at the others. Meanwhile the catches in the Queen's breath grow fewer, she begins to dry her eyes.]\nAckaz\u00e1rpses: [in her ear]\nThey eat.\n[Ackaz\u00e1rpses lifts her head and watches them.]\nPerhaps the wine is poisoned.\nNo, no, Illustrious Lady.\nPerhaps the grape was cut by a poisoned arrow.\nBut indeed... indeed...\n[Queen drinks from his cup.]\nWill you not drink my wine?\nI drink to our continued friendship.\n[He drinks.]\nOur continued friendship!\nThere has been no true enmity. We misunderstood the Queen's armies.\nWe have wronged the Queen. The wine's not poisoned. Let us drink to her.\nWe drink to you, Queen.\nWe drink.\nThe flagon, Ackaz\u00e1rpses.\n[Ackaz\u00e1rpses brings it. The Queen pours it into her cup.]\nFill up your goblets from the flagon, princes. [She drinks.]\nWe wronged you, Queen. It is a blessed wine.\nIt is an ancient wine and grew in Lesbos, looking from Mytelene to the South. Ships brought it overseas and up this river to gladden the hearts of man in holy Egypt. But to me it brings no joy.\nIt is a happy wine, Queen.\nI have been thought a poisoner.\nIndeed, none has thought that, Illustrious Lady.\nYou have all thought it.\nWe ask your pardon, Queen.\nWe ask your pardon.\nIndeed we erred.\nZoph\u00e9rnes: [rising]\nWe have eaten your fruits and drunk your wine; and we have asked your pardon. Let us now depart in amity.\nNo, no! No, no! You must not go! I shall say... \"They are my enemies still,\" and I shall not sleep. I that cannot bear to have enemies.\nLet us depart in all amity.\nO will you not feast with me?\nWe have feasted.\nNo, no, Zoph\u00e9rnes. Do you not see? The Queen takes it to heart.\n[Zoph\u00e9rnes sits down.]\nO feast with me a little longer and make merry, and be my enemies no more. Rh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes, there is some country eastwards towards Assyria, is there not? I do not know its name\u2014a country which your dynasty claims of me...\nHa!\nRh\u00e1damand\u00e1spes: [resignedly]\nWe have lost it.\n...and for whose sake you are my enemy and your fierce uncle, Prince Zoph\u00e9rnes.\nWe fought somewhat with your armies, Queen. But indeed it was but to practise the military art.\nI will call my Captains to me. I will call them down from their high places and reprove them and bid them give the country back to you that lies eastwards towards Assyria. Only you shall tarry here at the feast and forget you ever were my enemies... forget...\nQueen...! Queen...! It was my mother's country as a child.\nYou will not leave me alone then here to-night.\nNo, most royal lady.\nQueen: [to King of Four Countries who appears about to depart]\nAnd in the matter of the merchant men that trade amongst the isles, they shall offer spices at your feet, not at mine, and the men of the isles shall offer goats to your gods.\nMost generous Queen... indeed...\nBut you will not leave my banquet and go unfriendly away.\nNo, Queen... [He drinks.]\nQueen: [she looks at the Twin Dukes amiably]\nAll Ethiopia shall be yours, down to the unknown kingdoms of the beasts.\nQueen.\nQueen. We drink to the glory of your throne.\nStay then and feast with me. For not to have enemies is the beggar's joy; and I have looked from windows long and long, envying those that go their way in rags. Stay with me, dukes and princes.\nIllustrious Lady, the generosity of your royal heart has given the gods much joy.\nQueen: [smiles at him.]\nThank you.\nEr... in the matter of the tribute due to Horus from all the people of Egypt...\nIt is yours.\nIllustrious Lady.\nI will take none of it. Use it how you will.\nThe gratitude of Horus shall shine on you. My little Ackaz\u00e1rpses, how happy you are in having so royal a mistress.\n[His arm is round Ackaz\u00e1rpses' waist: she smiles at him.]\nQueen: [rising]\nPrinces and gentlemen, let us drink to the future.\nPriest of Horus: [starting suddenly]\nAh-h-h!\nSomething has troubled you, holy companion of the gods?\nNo, nothing. Sometimes the spirit of prophecy comes on me. It comes not often. It seemed to come then. I thought that one of the gods spoke to me clearly.\nWhat said he?\nI thought he said... speaking here [right ear] or just behind me... Drink not to the Future. But it was nothing.\nWill you drink then to the past?\nO no, Illustrious Lady, for we forget the past; your good wine has made us forget the past and its quarrels.\nAckaz\u00e1rpses: Will you not drink to the present?\nAh, the present! The present that places me by so lovely a lady. I drink to the present.\nQueen: [to the others]\nAnd we, we will drink to the future, and to forgetting\u2014to the forgetting of our enemies.\n[All drink; good temper comes on all. The banquet begins \"to go well.\"]\nAckaz\u00e1rpses, they are all merry now.\nThey are all merry.\nThey are telling Ethiopian tales.\n...for when Winter comes the pigmies at once put themselves in readiness for war and having chosen a place for battle wait there for some days, so that the cranes when they arrive find their enemy already arrayed. And at first they preen themselves and do not give battle, but when they are fully rested after their great journey they attack the pigmies with indescribably fury so that many are slain, but the pigmies...\nQueen: [taking her by the wrist]\nAckaz\u00e1rpses! Come!\n[The Queen rises.]\nQueen, you do not leave us?\nFor a little while, Prince Zoph\u00e9rnes.\nFor what purpose?\nI go to pray to a very secret god.\nWhat is his name?\nHis name is secret like his deeds.\n[She goes to door. Silence falls. All watch her. She and Ackaz\u00e1rpses slip out. For a moment silence. Then all draw their wide swords and lay them before them on the table.]\nTo the door, slaves. Let no man enter.\nShe cannot mean to harm us!\n[A Slave comes back from door and abases himself. Loq.]\nThe door is bolted.\nIt is easily broken with our swords.\nNo harm can come to us while we guard the entrances.\n[Meanwhile the Queen has gone up the stairs. She beats with a fan on the wall thrice. The great grating lifts outwards and upwards very slowly.]\nZoph\u00e9rnes: [to the Two Dukes]\nQuick, to the great hole.\nStand on each side of it with your swords.\n[They lift their swords over the hole.]\nSlay whatever enters.\n[on the step, kneeling, her two arms stretched upwards]\nO holy Nile! Ancient Egyptian river! O blessed Nile!\nWhen I was a little child I played beside you, picking mauve flowers. I threw you down the sweet Egyptian flowers. It is the little Queen that calls to you, Nile. The little Queen that cannot bear to have enemies.\nHear me, O Nile.\nMen speak of other rivers. But I do not hearken to fools. There is only Nile. It is the little child that prays to you who used to pick mauve flowers.\nI have prepared a sacrifice to god. Men speak of other gods: there is only Nile. I have prepared a sacrifice of wine\u2014the Lesbian wine from fairy Mitylene\u2014to mingle with your waters till you are drunken and go singing to the sea from the Abyssinian hills.\nO Nile, hear me.\nFruits also I have made ready, all the sweet juices of the earth; and the meat of beasts also.\nHear me, O Nile: for it is not the meat of beasts only. I have slaves for you and princes and a King. There has been no such sacrifice. Come down, O Nile, from the sunlight. O ancient Egyptian river!\nThe sacrifice is ready. O Nile, hear me.\nNo one comes.\nQueen: [beats again with her fan]\nHarlee, Harlee, let in the water upon the princes and gentlemen.\n[A green torrent descends from the great hole. Green gauzes rise from the floor; the torches hiss out. The temple is flooded. The water from under the doors rises up the steps, the torches hiss out one by one. The water, finding its own level, just touches the end of the Queen's skirt and stops. She withdraws the skirt with catlike haste from the water.]\nO Ackaz\u00e1rpses! Are all my enemies gone?\nIllustrious Lady, the Nile has taken them all.\nQueen: [with intense devotion]\nThat holy river.\nIllustrious Lady, will you sleep to-night?\nYes. I shall sleep sweetly.\n[curtain]","title":"Plays of Gods and Men: The Queen's Enemies","type":"page"}