Chapters (27)
| You must be dangerous. | |
| AUGUSTUS |
I was sold in chains and spent my first night in the barn. The overseer didn’t have enough sense to take them off until Amalia gave the order— |
| HECTOR |
Amalia? Amalia! You are plotting some evil. |
| AUGUSTUS |
You’ve got swamp fever, old man. I plan no evil. |
| HECTOR |
I heard you! Men come and go in wagons. They whisper and shake hands. They come out at night when the innocent sleep. |
| AUGUSTUS | These men—what do they look like? |
| HECTOR | They have the devil’s eye. |
| AUGUSTUS | Are they black men, or white? |
| HECTOR | You are one of them! |
| AUGUSTUS |
If they are black, black like me and you, how can they be evil? |
| HECTOR | (Vehemently.) |
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No, no—the world’s not right, don’t you see? I took the curse as far away as I could. |
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| AUGUSTUS | There is no curse! |
| HECTOR | (Draping moss and vines over the tree trunk to make a “throne”.) |
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Ah, but the little mother’s gone. And I came here where evil bubbles out of the ground. Once I didn’t watch out; I got lost in the smell of a rose and snap!—the snake bit down. Little mother was mother no more. |
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| AUGUSTUS | I’m no snake, Hector. |
| HECTOR |
Evil isn’t the snake, little man. Evil is what grows the snake. |
Gazing into the distance.
| Such a cool sweet look . . . |
Cuts a piercing glance at AUGUSTUS, who recognizes his own words and is on guard—though against what, he’s not sure.
| AUGUSTUS | You are crazy. |
| HECTOR |
Once we had a garden to hide in, but we were children. |
Taking his seat on the throne; with a full sweep of his arm.
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This is my home now. I am king here. |
Regarding him suspiciously.
| Every man has his place. | |
| AUGUSTUS |
And you are fortunate to have found yours. They’ve left you in peace. But what of your brothers and sisters? They cry out in their bondage. They have no place in this world to lay their heads. |
| HECTOR | (In a low growl.) |
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You are planning a great evil. You come out at night when the innocent sleep— |
Raising his voice.
| but I won’t let you harm her! | |
| AUGUSTUS | Shh! Someone might hear. |
| HECTOR | I won’t let you harm her! |
Screaming.
| Danger! Wake up, children! |
The SLAVES wake up and stumble out of their cabins, in a bewildered pantomime. The CONSPIRATORS also appear and consult each other.
| AUGUSTUS | (Grabbing HECTOR to silence him.) |
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Quiet! Do you want to bring the whole pack down on us? |
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| HECTOR | (Hits AUGUSTUS in the chest; crazed.) |
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Wake up! Wake up! Mother, Father! They’re coming for us! |
HECTOR tries to run out of the swamp. AUGUSTUS tackles him from behind.
| AUGUSTUS |
Crazy fool! You’ll spoil everything! I’ve . . . come . . . to . . . save you! |
A fierce struggle ensues.