Chapters (27)
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The night’s perfect: clear skies, new moon. |
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| AUGUSTUS |
Tonight? I knew it! I’ll assemble my forces. |
| BENJAMIN | Hold on. You’ll be coming with us. |
| AUGUSTUS | But— |
| BENJAMIN |
You told us what you wanted us to believe. We’ve got orders to bring you to headquarters. They’ll decide what’s to be done. |
| AUGUSTUS | I can’t leave. My people need me! |
| BENJAMIN |
This is death’s business, brother. Even a nigger as famous as you can’t be given the benefit of the doubt! Your second-in-command— |
| AUGUSTUS | Phebe? |
| BENJAMIN | —will organize things here. |
Takes AUGUSTUS by the arm.
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Henry will deliver her orders. We’ll wait in the wagon. Come on! |
All exit; blackout. The chanting of the SLAVES grows louder, with snatches of spirituals in high descant, but the lyrics of the spirituals are volatile. The percussive, more African-based chants prevail, with key phrases like “Freedom, children, freedom!” emerging ever stronger through the next scene.
Scene 8
SCENE 8
The big house: AMALIA’s bedroom, LOUIS’s study and the hallway.
Evening: LOUIS stands at the open window of his study, looking through the telescope, alternately at the night sky and down over the plantation grounds.
AMALIA sits on the window seat in her bedroom. PHEBE enters.
| PHEBE | You wanted me, Ma’am? |
| AMALIA |
Good evening, Phebe! I was sitting at the window, catching the last rays of sunlight, when I happened to see you darting from group to group, talking to this slave and that, and I said to myself: “Perhaps Phebe would like to talk to me, too.” |
| PHEBE | (On her guard.) |
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I’m pleased to talk conversation whenever you like, Miss Amalia. |
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| AMALIA | (Slightly sarcastic.) |
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It seems you’re mighty pleased with other people’s conversations these days. |
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| PHEBE | I don’t follow your meaning, Ma’am. |
| AMALIA |
Oh, really? I notice you and Augustus have no problem following each other’s meaning. |
| PHEBE |
Augustus ain’t nothing but a friend, Ma’am. I don’t recollect talking to him any more than anyone else. |
Laughs nervously.
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Me and my big mouth always be yakking at somebody or another. |
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| AMALIA |
Don’t talk yourself into trouble, Phebe. |
| PHEBE |
Beg pardon, Ma’am. I didn’t mean nothing by it. |
| AMALIA |
Everyone can see you’re making a fool of yourself over him! Have you spoken to Augustus today? |
| PHEBE | I can’t rightly say, Ma’am. |
At a warning look from AMALIA.