The Eighth Tribe, 1976 (3. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1976-06-01 / 6. szám
June, 1976 THE EIGHTH TRIBE Page 9 Follow me! Straight ahead! Attack! he leaves, followed by the Lieutenant. Ilona remains alone. ILONA He is gone and I feel frightened, she slowly covers herself with her shawl: I feel suddenly lost and I am frightened! (running toward unseen shadows) What are those strange sounds over there, those painful moans? Is it the sky splitting asunder, or is it the birth of a child? (wonderingly) child. ... (with sorrow) I could be his woman now, I could be the mother of his child, now were it not for this black spot under my foot (slowly bending down) this dark, suspicious splash of water......... touching the spot on the ground and then rising with horror: ILONA ... this pool of blood! Michael! she collapses backstage swallowed by semi-darkness. Kovals enters wounded KOVATS What battle! What swift, unbelievable battle! One for the books. Death, was galloping over the trenches, snatching half of their men .. . the redcoats—ours too, more than half . . . still, victory. 1 can sense it! I can see it! Charleston is saved! Victory! (with a shudder) It's getting cold...........I’m shivering. No! I am suffering the heat of hell, I am breathing fire! Water! Who is fetching water from the brook? Water! (looking around) Ilona... are you still here or am I dreaming... an old... old... habit.... (as if she had helped him) Thank you, my dear, but I am not dead — yet. My character is still in the making, history is puzzled: who am I? A hero of the American Revolution, or a simple fool in love with whom — what — a great lady, of course, a splendid creature, a giant, your RIVAL! Yes, Ilona YOUR RIVAL! (pointing in an indefinite direction) There... over there... you can see her now with a lighted torch in her hand, a golden wreath around her forehead, as great, as sweet, as generous as FREEDOM itself... my true lady... (sitting up, a last effort) My sword! (shouting) Let someone bring me my sword! (powerful) In pursuit of tyranny: Follow her, men! (collapsing) Ah, what a lovely lady. .. freedom. .. . and what an incorrigible dreamer: MAN. he dies. Lights slowly dim while a distant bugle sounds a final farewell to the Soldier. ☆ ☆ “FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH” — by László L. Eszenyi — a book on the life of Col Kovats, printed by the Bethlen Press. The book is written in two languages, Hungarian and English: one book to serve all members of the family. Price of the book is $5.00, plus 50c postage. * * * To order this book write to: Bethlen Press, Inc., P.O. Box 637, Ligonier, Pa. 15658 Name .............................................................................................. Institution ...................................................................................... getting very weak, he sits . ,, ° ° J Address How red suddenly the sky is, like the scarf around Ilona’s neck. City State. Zip.
