Chapters (27)
| LOUIS | My blood? |
| AUGUSTUS |
When I think of you forcing your wretched seed into my mother, I want to rip you— |
| LOUIS |
Me, your father? You think I’m your father? |
| AUGUSTUS | I heard it from your own lips. |
| LOUIS | (Bursts into laughter.) |
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Of course! Of course! The stars said it all: who is born into violence shall live to fulfill it. Who shuns violence will die by the sword. |
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| AUGUSTUS | (Pulls LOUIS from the chair, knife at his throat.) |
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What happened to my mother? What did you do to her? |
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| LOUIS | (In a crafty voice.) |
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I haven’t touched her since. Ask Amalia— she runs this plantation. She knows your mother better than anyone! |
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| AUGUSTUS |
Amalia? Of course! Missy wanted the bastard child dead. Now I understand: It’s an old story. |
| LOUIS | You understand nothing. |
A sudden shout outside; the revolt has begun. Both men freeze, listening.
| AUGUSTUS | It’s time! |
Stabs LOUIS as the sounds of the revolt grow.
| LOUIS | You were there . . . all along . . . |
| AUGUSTUS | (Letting LOUIS’s body drop.) |
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So, Amalia—and to think I tried to bargain for your life! |
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| SLAVES | Freedom! Freedom! Selah! Selah! |
AUGUSTUS heads for AMALIA’s room; lights come up on AMALIA, who has stepped into the hall.