The Eighth Tribe, 1976 (3. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1976-06-01 / 6. szám
Page 8 THE EIGHTH TRIBE June, 1976 KOVATS (softly) Put out the light, Ilona... Europe is still resting, Europe, the old servant is drunk with sleep.... But someday, someone will say the right words, over there, light the right fuse, sound the drums......... ILONA (very gently) But until then (desperate) Oh Michael, let others worry about the crowns of kings, and let us prepare our own future. It is spring here — like it is spring over there and spring is growing impatient. (with warmth) Do you still love me, Michael? KOVATS The hour is not fit for words of love. ILONA We are in a dream, remember? and honesty is the only rule of dreams. Do you love me, dear? KOVATS I remember you, Ilona. Our walk in the forest, the music in the park, ILONA But do you love me, Michael? KOVATS our last dance... a few stylish dance steps by Kovats alone how well I remember them, Ilona. ILONA You do love me, Michael, I can tell by the tone of your voice and your love settles the matter. You’ll take the boat and sail... KOVATS (dreamily) toward the stars... ILONA Home, Michael. What harm is there in following the dictates of the heart? WATCHMAN (offstage) OH-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh — time... ILONA It is our love, our life, are you coming, Michael? WATCHMAN (offstage) Night of silence, night of dreams. . . dream... sleep... rest... ILONA (urging him) The idea of dying is: insane, the idea of victory is: delusive Come home! Hurry, Michael! yielding, Kovats takes a step toward her when the Lieutenant enters LIEUTENANT Stop! Stop dreaming and begin to live: forever! Are you ready, Commander? KOVATS (as if awakening) Ready.... ? ILONA Ready for what? Choose between two visions: romance and revolution? LIEUTENANT picking them up from the table Tour cloak, Sir, your sword! ILONA Beauty and bayonets? LIEUTENANT It is midnight. Victory is signalling through the throat of the V atchinan. Shall we let it begin, Sir? ILONA (a last appeal) Michael! an even drumbeat begins. This agonizing heat of the tom-tom will he heard throughout the scene. Kovats takes the sword and the cloak KOVATS (turning to her) God keep you, Ilona. In saddle, men!
