ࡱ> 5@ `bjbj22 (JXXM8֟ڡڡvxxxxxx$R7ԢԢԢԢvԢv**Ρ @\*R$Ƕ0*N"**("*>pGIFTS OF FLAME by David Calcutt THE STORYTELLER ENTERS STORYTELLER: Once, long ago, in the early days of the world Before stories had ever come into the world, There was a boy who lived with his grandmother. BOY AND GRANDMOTHER ENTER The boy's mother and father were dead, And in all the world he had only his grandmother to care for him And she had only the boy. One day, the grandmother said to the boy - GRANDMOTHER: You must go into the forest to get food. If you don't hunt, we'll starve. STORYTELLER: And she gave the boy the bow and arrows that had belonged to his father. GRANDMOTHER: With this bow, your father killed many animals. With these arrows he killed many enemies. With this bow and these arrows your father became a great hunter and warrior. BOY: The boy took the bow and arrows. He felt his father's strength in them. The strength flowed into his own arms. Now he hoped he would become a great hunter and warrior as well. STORYTELLER: So he said goodbye to his grandmother and went into the forest to hunt. And she watched him go, walking through the trees Until she couldn't see him anymore. GRANDMOTHER: She watched him until he had disappeared into the darkness of the forest, and she didn't know that she would never see him in this world again. GRANDMOTHER GOES STORYTELLER: The boy went into the forest. Deeper and deeper he went. He'd never been so deep in the forest before. BOY: It was dark. Shadows moved. He heard noises. He was afraid. STORYTELLER: There were demons in the forest. Terrible demons, Like Curupir, who walks with his feet facing backwards. BOY: Timakana, who wears human heads round her neck. STORYTELLER: Jurupari, who sucks the breath from your body. BOY: Demons that drink your blood and leave your skin hanging empty - STORYTELLER: That bite off your head and spit out the bones - BOY: That creep up behind you and snatch you away - STORYTELLER: And nobody ever sees you again! BOY: cries out in fear No! STORYTELLER: But at last the boy came to the very centre of the forest. And there, in a pool of golden, dappled light He saw - THE DEER ENTERS BOY: A deer! STORYTELLER: The boy stood still. He looked in wonder at the deer. BOY: The deer looked at the boy. It didn't move. STORYTELLER: Slowly, the boy took out an arrow. BOY: Still the deer didn't move. STORYTELLER: And even as he fitted the arrow to the string of his bow - BOY: It didn't see afraid, it just went on looking at him. STORYTELLER: Even as he raised the bow and drew back the string - BOY: It just went on standing there - STORYTELLER: Even as he took aim along the arrow - BOY: The deer stood there calmly, looking straight into his eyes - STORYTELLER: As if it knew there was no danger. BOY: And just as the boy was about to loose the arrow and kill the deer - STORYTELLER: A voice spoke. ROCK: Leave that deer! THE BOY LOOKS ROUND IN SURPRISE. STORYTELLER: The boy looked round. Who had spoken? He couldn't see anybody. The voice spoke again. ROCK: Leave that deer alone! Don't kill it! STORYTELLER: He looked into the shadows. Was someone there? Was it a demon? He shivered in fear. BOY: Who's there? Who's speaking? What are you? STORYTELLER: Once more, the voice spoke. ROCK: Don't kill that deer. Put down your bow and arrows. BOY: Who is it? Where are you? I can't see you! STORYTELLER: Said the boy. And the voice said - ROCK: I'm here. Right in front of you. BOY: Here? ROCK: Yes. BOY: Where? STORYTELLER: The boy looked, but all could see was a large rock. ROCK: Here! You're looking at me. THE BOY APPROACHES THE ROCK BOY: And then he realised that the voice was coming from inside that rock! STORYTELLER: The rock - Or something that lived inside the rock - Was speaking to him. BOY: What do you want? ROCK: I've told you what I want. I want you to let that deer live. I want you to put down your bow and arrows, and never hunt anything again. BOY: But if I do that, I'll have nothing to eat, and my grandmother will have nothing to eat. If I don't hunt, we'll both starve. ROCK: Do as I say, and I'll give you something more important than food. Something more important than water, or air, or fire. I'll give you something that's stronger than death, and you'll live forever. BOY: What's more important than all those things? What's stronger than death? ROCK: Stories - STORYTELLER: Said the rock. ROCK: I'll give you stories. BOY: Stories? STORYTELLER: Said the boy. BOY: What are stories? STORYTELLER: The boy didn't know what stories were. He'd never heard of them. In those days there were no stories in the world. BOY: I don't understand. I don't know what you mean. STORYTELLER: So the rock told him. ROCK: Stories are what you are. They are where you came from and how you were made. Stories are why things are as they are, and how they came to be. They are the whole world, and everything in the world and beyond the world. And the time's come for you to know what they are. Sit down on the ground and I'll tell you. Listen, and I'll tell you all the stories I know. STORYTELLER: The boy put down his bow and arrows He sat on the ground And he listened As the rock began to tell him its stories. What stories did the rock tell the boy? First of all it told - ROCK: The first story of all, the story of our mother, the earth, and how she gave birth to everything that is in the world. STORYTELLER: The forests and the mountains - ROCK: The rivers and the lakes - STORYTELLER: The birds And insects And animals ROCK: Everything that lives and grows - STORYTELLER: Everything that jumps and creeps - ROCK: And crawls and runs - STORYTELLER: And flies and wriggles and swims - ROCK: Everything came out of her body at the beginning - STORYTELLER: And everything goes back to her in the end. ROCK: And finally, she gave birth to two children, Sume and Jurupari, twins who hated each other and were born fighting. SUME AND JURUPARI ENTER, FIGHTING SUME: They tear up the forests! JURUPARI: They rip up the mountains! SUME: They empty the rivers! JURUPARI: They flatten the hills! SUME: They suck up the seas and spit them out! JURUPARI: They stamp great holes in the ground with their feet! SUME: They bite! JURUPARI: They kick! SUME: They claw! JURUPARI: They roar! ROCK: Each one trying to destroy the other. But they couldn't. So they just went on fighting. SUME AND JURUPARI CONTINUE FIGHTING. THEIR MOTHER ENTERS MOTHER: Stop it! Stop! Both of you! Look what you're doing! You can't go on like this! You'll destroy everything! SUME: I don't care! JURUPARI: Neither do I! SUME: I want to destroy everything! JURUPARI: So do I! SUME: And when I've done that, I'll destroy him! JURUPARI: And when I've done that, I'll destroy him! MOTHER: No, you will not! SHE DRAGS THEM APART That's enough! No more! .If I'd known you were going to cause this much trouble, I'd never have given birth to you! Now, tell me. Which of you started this? SUME: He did. JURUPARI: No I didn't! SUME: He did. It was him. JURUPARI: It wasn't! It was him! SUME: It wasn't me! JURUPARI: Yes, it was! SUME: You started it! JURUPARI: I didn't! SUME: It was you! JURUPARI: It was you! THEY START FIGHTING AGAIN. ONCE MORE THEIR MOTHER SEPARATES THEM MOTHER: No more, I said! I can see that you're both to blame! You're also both my children, and I love you both equally. So I want you to settle this quarrel. Make friends, and promise never to fight each other again. Go on! Make friends! Shake hands. Be brothers. SUME: All right. HE HOLDS OUT HIS HAND TO JURUPARI No hard feelings? JURUPARI: No hard feelings. JURUPARI TAKES SUME'S HAND,CLASPS IT, THROWS HIM TO THE GROUND AND STAMPS ON HIM. SUME LIES STILL. JURUPARI GIVES A CRY OF TRIUMPH There! That's got rid of him! Now you have only one son, and you can give all your love to me! MOTHER STARES AT HIM IN HORROR MOTHER: You'll get no love from me! For what you've done, I cast you out from my love forever! You'll never know love again! Go from here! Run! Fly! Hide yourself in the darkest places of the earth. From this day forward you shall know only hatred and fear, and the horror of your crime will torment you forever! JURUPARI: Mother - ! MOTHER: You are not my son! SHE TURNS FROM HIM ROCK: So Jurupari, the first murderer, ran and hid himself. His heart was filled with hatred and pain, longing and loss. JURUPARI: And he became hideous, a monster, dwelling in the dark places of the earth. STORYTELLER: And he dwells there still Sending his hatred out into the world Infecting us with his bad dreams And evil thoughts He lives in fear And we live in fear of him. BOY: What about the other one? Sume. Was he dead? ROCK: No. He couldn't die, because in those days death hadn't come into the world. In those days, life was so new and so strong, death just couldn't enter. But the blow Jurupari gave to Sume felled him, and he couldn't wake up again. So his mother, the earth, knelt beside him, and lifted his head, and whispered in his ear. MOTHER: Dream, my son. Dream, and let your dreams populate the world. Dream the world healing from the damage you've caused. Dream the earth shining, dream life returning. BOY: What was his dream? ROCK: An egg. BOY: An egg? ROCK: He dreamed of a giant egg. SUME: Perfectly smooth, perfectly white. MOTHER: Standing on the grass, shimmering in the light. ROCK: And in his dream he reached out to touch it. SUME: Placed his fingers lightly on the shell. MOTHER: And he felt its warmth, felt the whole egg trembling, as if it was alive. STORYTELLER: And it was alive And the shell split Split and cracked wide open And what was alive stepped out onto the grass Stood on two legs Head raised up Eyes gazing unafraid into the world. BOY: Us! He dreamed us! ROCK: That's right. He dreamed us, and he's still dreaming us. STORYTELLER: And everything that's happened since And everything that's happening now And everything that ever will happen It's all part of his dream And as long as he keeps dreaming Things will keep happening And we'll go on living. So that story was finished. BOY: Are there any more? ROCK: Of course. That was only the first. There are many more. Enough to last all day and all night. BOY: Tell them to me. ROCK: I'm going to. Listen. STORYTELLER: So the rock carried on telling its stories It told about the first people And how they gave names to all the creatures ROCK: And how each creature got its colour. STORYTELLER: And how the birds found their feathers. ROCK: Where the bat comes from. STORYTELLER: Why the hummingbird is. ROCK: Why the snake is immortal. STORYTELLER: How women were given the sacred flutes. ROCK: And how men took them away. STORYTELLER: How the Crow stole fire from the sun. ROCK: And how it nearly burned up the world. STORYTELLER: And the Jaguar was made fire's guardian. ROCK: And Monan took it and gave it to people. BOY: Monan? Is that what you said? ROCK: Yes. Monan. BOY: Who's Monan? ROCK: A great hero. Apart from stealing fire, he did many other marvellous things. It's his story I'm going to tell you now. Listen very carefully. It's most important. Once there was a woman named Inkari. She was very happy because she'd just had her first child. It was a boy, and she called him Botoque. INKARI ENTERS, CARRYING BABY, SINGING TO IT SOFTLY BOY: Is that her? ROCK: Yes. She walks by the river with her child. She sings to him, and looks at him with love. INKARI: Botoque, my little son. How fierce your eyes are. And your cry! I've never heard such a cry. With such eyes and such a cry, I think that when you grow you'll make the earth shake. THE HOLY MAN ENTERS TO INKARI HOLY MAN: What's that you're carrying? INKARI: What? HOLY MAN: There, in your arms. INKLARI: This is my son. His name's Botoque. HOLY MAN: Let me see. HOLY MAN LOOKS AT THE CHILD BOY: Who's that? ROCK: A holy man. A most powerful holy man. He can fly to the world of the spirits and hear what they tell him. When he speaks, all people listen. HOLY MAN: Botoque? No. That's not his name. INKARI: What do you mean? HOLY MAN: This child has no name. This child is not a person. If he grows, he will bring pain and suffering to all people. I see men and women falling to the ground. I see their eyes roll white. Their bodies are cold. They do not move. Where they spoke, there is silence. Where they moved, there is stillness. All this, through him. INKARI: That can't be true! HOLY MAN: I speak only the truth! I speak what the spirits show me! They have shown me this. And they have told me what must be done. You must get rid of your child. INKARI: No - HOLY MAN: You must. INKARI: He's my son! I won't - HOLY MAN: The men of the village will come. They'll take him - INKARI: No one shall ever take him from me! HOLY MAN: By your own hands, then. Give him to the river. Let the river take him. You have no choice. HOLY MAN GOES INKARI: My little son. How can I do this? You look up at me with your fierce, bright eyes, and they're full of trust. Yet I'm the one who must do this terrible thing. Why is the world so hard? It's too much for anyone to bear! ROCK: For a long time she sat by the river, hugging the child to her. STORYTELLER: She felt the terrible weight of the earth beneath her She felt the terrible weight of the sky above her The child slept peacefully in her arms And her whole body was filled with the heaviness of the world. ROCK: Then at last she rose. She walked towards the river. The child was still sleeping. Gently, tenderly, with all the love she had, she lowered the child towards the waters of the river. OLD WOMAN ENTERS OLD WOMAN: Stop. Give the child to me. INKARI: You? OLD WOMAN: Yes. I'll take him far from here. I'll raise him as my own. He'll be my son. No one shall know. INKARI: Who are you? OLD WOMAN: Does it matter? I'm the one who will save your child. That's all you need to know. Give him to me. INKARI: Why do you want him? OLD WOMAN: That's my business. It doesn't concern you. Well? INKARI: I don't know OLD WOMAN: If you don't give him to me, you must give him to the river. INKARI: You'll take him far away? OLD WOMAN: Yes. INKARI: I'll never see him again. OLD WOMAN: But you'll know that he lives somewhere in the world. INKARI: YesPause Take him! SHE GIVES THE CHILD QUICKLY TO THE OLD WOMAN He's a good child. OLD WOMAN: I can see that. INKARI: Look after him well. OLD WOMAN: I shall. INKARI: He has a loud cry - OLD WOMAN: I know. I've heard him. Pause You'd better go, now. INKARI: Yes. SHE TURNS TO GO, THEN STOPS AND TURNS BACK Let me look at him once more - OLD WOMAN: No. He's my child, now. To you, he's nothing. As you are to him. INKARI TURNS AND GOES. THE OLD WOMAN SPEAKS TO THE CHILD Now, little son. We have a long journey ahead of us, so we'd best start. I'm an old woman, older than anyone knows, and I can't move so fast these days. Who knows how long it will take us to reach where we're going? But that doesn't matter. We have all the time we need. All the time in the world. THE OLD WOMAN TAKES THE CHILD OFF ROCK: So the child Botoque was taken from his mother, and became Death's son. BOY: What did you say? Death's son? That old woman was Death? ROCK: That's right. She was Death. STORYTELLER: Death, who sings sweet songs to us Songs so sweet we want to hear them always So sweet we want them never to end So we leave our families We leave our homes and our friends We follow her across the world We follow her out of the world Listening only to the beauty and sweetness of her songs Until at last we forget everything We forget who we are All that ever was And we're lost in her songs forever. BOY: Did she sing her songs to the baby? ROCK: No. She sang no songs to anyone, then. In those days, she hadn't come into the world, and no one knew the sound of her voice. She lived on a high mountain on the other side of the world. She took the child there to be her son, and she raised him and taught him many wonders and secrets. And there, too, she gave him a new name. STORYTELLER: Monan. ROCK: Yes. Monan. MONAN ENTERS. HE CARRIES A SPEAR. HE'S HUNTING. THE OLD WOMAN ENTERS OLD WOMAN: Monan - MONAN: Ssh. OLD WOMAN: Monan, what are you -? MONAN: Quiet, mother! I'm hunting. OLD WOMAN: Hunting? For what? MONAN: A bird. OLD WOMAN: Monan, listen to me - MONAN: Ssh! HE CLOSES HIS EYES I can see it. OLD WOMAN: Where? MONAN PUTS HIS FINGER TO HIS HEAD MONAN: Here. HE NOW POINTS UPWARDS It's in that tree. THE OLD WOMAN LOOKS UP OLD WOMAN: I can't see a bird. MONAN: It's in the topmost branches, hidden among the leaves. Am I right? OLD WOMAN: Looks again The topmost branchesyesI can see ityou are right. MONAN: Good. Now be still and silent. KEEPING HIS EYES CLOSED, MONAN TURNS, TAKES AIM, AND THROWS HIS SPEAR Did I hit it? OLD WOMAN: Yes - MONAN OPENS HIS EYES MONAN: I knew I would! Wait here, mother. I won't be long. MONAN GOES OFF BOY: He hit the bird with his eyes closed. ROCK: That's right. BOY: How? ROCK: With his eyes closed there was nothing to distract him. He saw only the bird, and his aim was true. OLD WOMAN: I taught him. That, and many other things. He's learned well, and is a son that any mother could be proud of. Though sometimes, a little too proud himself. MONAN RETURNS, CARRYING A LONG, SWEEPING TRAIL OF BRIGHTLY COLOURED FEATHERS MONAN: Look, mother! There are no other feathers like these in all the world! OLD WOMAN: Is that why you killed the bird? For its feathers? MONAN: Yes. OLD WOMAN: And what will you do with them now that you have them? MONAN: I don't knowI'll wear them! Yes! And then all the creatures will know what a fierce and skilled hunter I am! Look! they'll say! Here comes Monan! Run! Fly! We must hide! But they won't hide from me! OLD WOMAN: It was a stupid thing to do! To kill simply for the pleasure of it, to satisfy your own desires! A stupid, and dangerous thing! MONAN: Why? OLD WOMAN: Because life is precious, and the taking of it should be a serious business. MONAN: You have them! A gift, from me. OLD WOMAN: I don't want them. MONAN: Take them! OLD WOMAN: No. MONAN: What shall I do with them? OLD WOMAN: You should give them back to the bird. MONAN: I can't do that. The bird's killed. OLD WOMAN: Then give them to the sky. MONAN: What? OLD WOMAN: Give the feathers to the sky. ROCK: Then Monan flung the feathers up into the sky. He flung them high, and as they rose, a wonderful thing happened. MONAN: Look, mother! They're growing! They're getting bigger. STORYTELLER: Bigger and bigger Longer and longer Stretching wide across the sky Hanging there at the top of the sky Shimmering Shining Fragile Delicate A great bow of coloured feathers Curving out across the world. ROCK: And we can see them still, to this day, those feathers shining in the sky. And, when we see them, we remember how precious, and how fragile and delicate, life is. OLD WOMAN: Monan. Listen to me now. Everything I've taught you, you've learned well. There's no more skillful hunter than you in the world. No one with more courage and wit. Your footstep is softer than a spider's. You can hear a butterfly settle on a leaf. Your eyes can see the pinpoint of light that gleams in the sleeping snake's eye. But you use all this only to amuse yourself. It's time you used what you've learned to help others. MONAN: What others? OLD WOMAN: People. MONAN: There are other people? OLD WOMAN: Yes. Out there, in the world, people live, and they live in fear. The world is a terrible place for them, a place full of terror and harm. You must go there, and take their fear from them. Teach them how to walk the earth unafraid, so that they can become its guardians and keepers. MONAN: You want me to leave my home. OLD WOMAN: The world's your home. It was for this I raised you. You will become a great hero. You will heal the sick and kill demons. You will bring power and strength to people, and teach them how to use it well. They will honour you, and your name will be remembered. Go, now, with my blessing. SHE TURNS TO GO MONAN: Mother - SHE TURNS BACK AGAIN Won't I ever see you again? OLD WOMAN: You'll see me. When you need my help, call me, and I'll come. SHE GOES ROCK: So Monan left his home on the mountain and went down into the world. STORYTELLER: He travelled a long time He didn't know how long he travelled He travelled a long way He didn't know how far he travelled He came to a great forest He walked on through the forest Until he came to the very centre of the forest Where a great river ran But the river was dried up Where there had been water there was only cracked mud And the trees on its bank were leafless and dying. INKARI AND TUANA ENTER. INKARI IS OLD AND BLIND. TUANA IS LEADING HER TUANA: Just a few more steps, Inkari. We're almost there. INKARI: Is there any water? INKARI: A little. There's a small pool just here. Kneel down. TUANA HELPS INKARI TO KNEEL. SHE SCOOPS UP SOME WATER AND RAISES IT TO INKARI'S MOUTH. TUANA: Here. Drink. THE HOLY MAN ENTERS HOLY MAN: Leave that water! She mustn't drink it! TUANA: She's thirsty. HOLY MAN: We're all thirsty, but we may not drink. The water's cursed! TUANA: She's old. She must drink. Just al little - HOLY MAN: Not even a drop! It's forbidden! INKARI: He's right, Tuana. He's the Holy Man, and he speaks the truth. TUANA: What truth does he speak? I know why he doesn't want you to drink. He wants the water for himself. HOLY MAN: You dare to say that? TUANA: I've seen you drinking here, when you thought no one was looking. HOLY MAN: You lie! I am the Holy Man - ! TUANA: And I am the chief's daughter, and I say this old woman shall drink! ONCE MORE SHE RAISES THE WATER TO INKARI'S MOUTH. THE HOLY MAN STEPS FORWARD AND PUSHES HER AWAY HOLY MAN: She shall not! TUANA: If my father was here - HOLY MAN: He would do nothing. He is chief, but his power and strength are gone. I am the Holy Man. The spirits speak to me. They tell me that the water is cursed. A sacrifice is needed to take away the curse. A life given. Yours, perhaps - HE GOES TO TAKE HOLD OF TUANA. MONAN CRIES OUT MONAN: Stop! Leave her! Don't touch her again, or you'll answer to me! THE HOLY MAN SWINGS ROUND IN SURPRISE INKARI: Tuana! Who is it? TUANA: I don't know. A man. He came out of the forest. I've never seen him before. HOLY MAN: Who are you? MONAN: My name's Monan. I'm a stranger. What's going on here? What's happened to the river? TUANA: A year ago, the waters began to sink. We waited for the rain to come and fill them up again, but the rain didn't come. So the waters have sunk lower and lower, and now they're almost gone. HOLY MAN: There's nothing we can do about it. It's the will of Sume. We're being punished for some wickedness. INKARI: Yes. I know of a wickedness that was done here. HOLY MAN: Quiet, old woman! You speak nonsense! MONAN: And you speak too much! Go away from here! You're not the only one who can speak to spirits! I have spirits too. Go, before I call them up to take you away forever! MONAN ADVANCES THREATENINGLY ON THE HOLY MAN. THE HOLY MAN, IN FEAR, TURNS AND RUNS OFF. MONAN TURNS TO INKARI Old woman. Here. HE KNEELS, CUPS WATER IN HIS HANDS, AND GIVES IT TO INKARI. SHE DRINKS INKARI: Thankyou. Your hands are gentle. MONAN: How long have you been blind? INKARI: Since I was a young woman. TUANA: The Holy Man wanted to cast her out, but my father forbade it. In those days my father still had power. MONAN: Is she your mother? TUANA: No. My mother died giving birth to me, but this woman nursed and raised me. MONAN: Do you have no children of your own? INKARI: No. She stands I want to know what you look like. Let me touch your face. Although I'm blind, I can see with my fingers. She runs her hands gently over Monan's face It's a strong face. But there's softness in it too. The softness and strength of youth. A proud face, proud and fierce - SHE DRAWS HER HANDS AWAY SUDDENLY MONAN: What is it? What's the matter? INKARI: Nothing - SHE TURNS AWAY TUANA: Can you really call up spirits? MONAN: I don't know. I've never tried. But I will bring back the river. TUANA: You? MONAN: Yes. TUANA: How? MONAN: I don't know that either, yet. But I promise you that I will. INKARI: He speaks the truth. He will. I know it. Let's return to your father now. We'll tell him that the waters are coming back, and with the waters, his strength and power. TUANA TAKES INKARI BY THE ARM AND LEADS HER OFF ROCK: Monan went in search of the water. He followed the course of the dried-up river. It led him a long way, far from that country. following the dried-up riverbed. He walked a long way. STORYTELLER: At last he came to a place where cliffs rose up Steep and sheer Towering on either side It was dark, and the cliffs shut out the light A place of shadows A place of silence ROCK: And there, in that dark place, she found what it was that had stolen the river. A toad. BOY: A toad? ROCK: A giant toad. ALL BECOME THE TOAD, SQUATTING BEFORE MONAN TOAD: An giant toad Immense and powerful Incredibly huge Incredibly bloated Incredibly fat Incredibly ugly It squatted there before him like a mountain ROCK: And it was this toad that had drunk all the waters of the river. MONAN SPEAKS TO THE TOAD MONAN: You? Why? Why have you drunk all the water? TOAD: What is it to you? Why do you want to know? MONAN: Because Ive come here to get the water back. TOAD: Youll never get the water back Not ever Its all gone Gone forever. Once I was a little toad, no bigger than your thumb But I didnt want to be little, I wanted to be big So I drank And as I drank I grew bigger And the bigger I got the more I wanted too drink So I drank and I went on drinking I sucked, I gulped I slurped, I swallowed I kept on drinking I kept on growing Now Im not just big Im huge Im immense Im gigantic Im enormous And still Im not satisfied I want to drink more Im going to drink all the waters of the world Then, Ill be the biggest creature in the world Ill be the only creature in the world As big as the whole world itself MONAN: Youre going to drink all the waters of the world? You really expect me to believe that? A little thing like you? TOAD: Little! How dare you call me little! MONAN: But you are! Youre tiny! A creature your size A creature your size would have difficulty swallowing a whole raindrop! TOAD: What do you mean? Cant you see the size and scope of me? The height The breadth The overpowering dimensions of my colossal bulk? I have a whole river teeming inside me And theres still room for more MONAN: Prove it, then. TOAD: What? MONAN: Open your mouth. Open your throat wide. Let me see down into your stomach. Let me see all that water down there. Then Ill be convinced. TOAD: Very well Ill open my throat Ill open it wide And you can see the truth Thats contained inside And when youve seen that Then youll die ROCK: Then the toad opened its mouth. It opened it wider and wider, blotting out the earth, and the sky, even blotting out the sun. The toads opened mouth was like a yawning hole that swallowed everything up. And Monan stared into the blackness of that hole. MONAN: It was like the world before it began. It was like world after it had ended. A deep, endless, terrifying nothing. ROCK: Then, when the toads mouth was stretched as wide as it would go MONAN: Monan lifted his spear and hurled it down the toads throat, deep into its belly! ROCK: The toad gave a great roar of pain! MONAN: It skin split! ROCK: Its muscles tore! MONAN: Its flesh ripped! ROCK: Its bones snapped! MONAN: And its body burst wide open! THE TOAD BURSTS STORYTELLER: And all the water it had swallowed came gushing out A great torrent, Flooding and flowing Pounding, pouring The river went rushing along its banks And as the river returned So life returned The fish danced in the waters The frogs sang for happiness and joy And Monan danced and sang with them. MONANS SONG The river shrank The waters fled The earth was dry The earth was dead The people cried In misery Monan came To set them free. He killed the beast He split it wide He freed the waters From inside He brought the floods He brought the rain He made the river Rise again. The rain it fell For forty days The people sang out Monans praise The river roared And burst its banks The people laughed And Monan danced. THE SONG AND DANCE ENDS ROCK: And now, whenever the rain falls and the river floods, the frogs still sing, in memory of the time that Monan set them free. BOY: Ive heard the frogs singing when the rain comes, but I never knew why they did. I never even thought there was a reason. I thought they just sang. ROCK: Nothing happens without a reason. Theres a reason for everything. All that happens is a story, and inside every story theres a reason and a meaning. BOY: All that happens? ROCK: Yes. BOY: Even me, being here? ROCK: Yes. This is a story too, and it has its meaning. BOY: What is it? ROCK: You cant know that yet. Your story isnt finished. You may never know it, but others will. BOY: Tell me more about Monan. Did the people welcome him as hero? INKARI ENTERS TO MONAN INKARI: As a great hero, and saviour of the people. BOY: Did the chief get his strength back? CHIEF ENTERS CHIEF: His strength and power returned, and he became leader of his people again. BOY: And did he marry the chiefs daughter, and become chief himself? TUANA ENTERS TUANA: From the moment she saw him on the riverbank, Tuana wanted no one else for her husband. ROCK: But before that happened, he had to prove himself further. HOLY MAN ENTERS HOLY MAN: Who is this man? What do we know about him? Hes a stranger. MONAN: My names Monan. HOLY MAN: Monan. Ive never heard that name before. It means nothing to me. TUANA: He freed the waters. He brought life back to us. HOLY MAN: Hes not of our people. TUANA: Hes done more for our people than you ever have! CHIEF: Tuana! Thats enough! To the Holy Man I want my daughter to marry this man. I want to adopt him as my son. But youre right, hes not of our people. So what must he do to make this possible? HOLY MAN: He must bring us a gift. CHIEF: A gift? Thats fair. Are you willing to do this? MONAN: Name me anything. Ill bring it to you. HOLY MAN: Then bring us fire. TUANA: Fire! Thats impossible! Father, you know that fire is forbidden to us. It belongs to the Jaguar. CHIEF: I know that, but hes already promised. HOLY MAN: Its the price he must pay. The price that is asked for. TUANA: Who asks it? HOLY MAN: I ask it! The spirits ask it! To Monan Bring us the gift of fire. Prove yourself worthy to take your place among us. CHIEF: Will you pay this price? MONAN: I will. CHIEF: Then if you bring us fire, Ill accept it, and accept you as my son. INKARI: He will bring it. I see it burning already in our homes. I feel its heat on my hands and face. I see its flames bright in the darkness. What he says he will do, is done already. INKARI, TUANA, CHIEF AND HOLY MAN GO ROCK: Now Monan went in search of the Jaguar MONAN: Who was the keeper of fire ROCK: Who lived in the deepest heart of the forest. MONAN: He took no weapon with him. Deeper and deeper he went. STORYTELLER: Deeper and deeper Hed never been so deep in the forest before It was dark Shadows moved He heard noises ROCK: Still he went on, deeper and deeper STORYTELLER: Until at last he came to the very centre of the forest And there, in a pool of golden, dappled light He saw ROCK: The Jaguar. THE JAGUAR ENTERS. IT CARRIES A BOW AND ARROWS JAGUAR: What are you doing here? Who are you? Why are you hunting in my forest? MONAN: Im not hunting. Look. I carry no weapons. JAGUAR: Whats your name? Who are your people? MONAN: I have no people. And my name isBotoque. JAGUAR: Stand still. Dont move. Remain where you are. THE JAGUAR CIRCLES MONAN, INSPECTING HIM BOY: He said his name was Botoque. That was the name his mother gave to him when he was born. ROCK: It was. BOY: But hed never heard it. How did he know it? ROCK: It was his name. It was part of him. It had never left him, and made itself known to him when he needed it. JAGUAR: Why have you come to my forest? MONAN: I didnt know it was your forest. JAGUAR: It is. Why are you here? MONAN: I have no home. JAGUAR: Men are not welcome here. MONAN: Am I a man? I didnt know that. I dont know what I am. THE JAGUAR HOLDS UP THE BOW AND ARROWS JAGUAR: Do you know what these are? MONAN: No. JAGUAR: Do you know who I am? MONAN: No. JAGUAR: I could kill you. Dont you fear me? MONAN: What is fear? Ive never heard of that. JAGUAR: I am the Jaguar! These are my weapons! This is my forest! I hunt here alone! I live here, alone! But its not always good to be alone. Come with me, to my home. Ill give you food. And perhaps we can share the forest together. Come with me, and Ill show you fire. MONAN: Fire? Whats that? Is it some kind of animal or bird? JAGUAR: It is a kind of bird. STORYTELLER: Monan went with the Jaguar to its home. JAGUAR: The most beautiful bird in the world. STORYTELLER: And there the Jaguar fed him, and showed him fire. JAGUAR: But to those who do not show it respect - STORYTELLER: And he sat before it, and felt its heat. JAGUAR: Its song can be terrible STORYTELLER: And the fire burned into his heart JAGUAR: And its feathers deadly. STORYTELLER: And its flames lit the coals of his eyes. MONAN AND THE JAGUAR ARE SITTING NOW BEFORE THE FIRE MONAN: Its beautiful. Ive never seen such a thing before. JAGUAR: Few have. It stays here with me. I am its keeper. MONAN: Why? JAGUAR: Its too dangerous to go out into the world. MONAN: How could such a thing be dangerous? JAGUAR: Listen. Ill tell you. STORYTELLER: Then the Jaguar told Monan the story of fire How long ago, before there were people, Before there was fire The crow flew up to the sun In those days the crow was white And the crow wanted to be king of all the creature It wanted to prove it was the greatest of all creatures So it flew to the sun And with its beak it tore off a piece of the sun And brought it back down to earth But the fires of the sun burned crow black They burned its feet and feathers ragged They burned its voice to a harsh croak Crow had become a monster And the creatures didnt want a monster for a king In a rage, crow, the monster, flung the fire into the trees They burned, and soon the whole forest was burning The creatures screamed They howled They fled in terror The fire pursued them, raging, blazing It looked like it was going to burn up the earth It looked like this was the end of the earth But then came the Jaguar Unafraid, the Jaguar stood before the fire Fearless, it opened its mouth and roared An ear-splitting Head-cracking Brain-banging Roar And the blast of that roar blew the fire out That storm of flame, blasted to nothing All that remained was smoke and silence The earth, charred and reeking, but already healing And a single, flickering, finger of fire A tiny scrap of flame that wouldnt go out So the Jaguar took that scrap of flame It took it far away It kept it and guarded it And so it keeps it and guards it still JAGUAR: To make sure it never burns the earth again. MONAN: Is that true? Could such a beautiful thing really destroy the earth? JAGUAR: Put your fingers into it. Feel the sting of its feathers. MONAN PUTS HIS FINGERS INTO THE FIRE. HE CRIES OUT AND DRAWS HIS HAND BACK JAGUAR: Now you know what fear is. Remember it, and think what would become of the earth again if this thing was set free. Now, Ill show you another wonder. MONAN AND THE JAGUAR STAND. THE JAGUAR PICKS UP ITS BOW AND ARROWS JAGUAR: Like the fire, these also are to be feared, and treated with care. MONAN: Bits of wood and string? What is there to be feared in them? JAGUAR: Ill show you. THE JAGUAR FITS AN ARROW TO THE BOW You see that tree there, standing taller than the rest? MONAN: I see it. JAGUAR: On the topmost branch of that tree theres a leaf, standing out from all the others. Do you see that? MONAN: Yes, I see it. JAGUAR: Now. Watch. THE JAGUAR TAKES AIM AND FIRES THE ARROW ROCK: Then the Jaguar took aim and loosed the arrow. The arrow flew through the air and pierced the leaf where it joined the branch, and the leaf fell down to the earth. MONAN: That is a wonder! A marvel! Ive never seen anything in the world like that! JAGUAR: There is nothing in the world like this. Shall I teach you to use it? MONAN: Im not sure my hands will have the skill. JAGUAR: The skills not in the hand that looses the arrow. Its in the eye that guides the arrow to its mark. Here. Try. MONAN TAKES THE BOW AND AN ARROW Fit the arrow to the string. MONAN DOES SO Raise the bow and draw back the string, as far as you can. MONAN DOES SO Look along the shaft of the arrow to find your mark. MONAN: What is my mark? JAGUAR: The leaf next to the one I hit. MONAN TAKES AIM Do you see it? MONAN: I see it? JAGUAR: Is it all you see? MONAN: I see nothing else. JAGUAR: Then loose the arrow. MONAN FIRES THE ARROW ROCK: Monan loosed his arrow. It pierced the leaf and the leaf fell. JAGUAR: Good. Your eye does have some skill. MONAN: I might have been lucky. Give me some more arrows. Let me try again. THE JAGUAR GIVES MONAN MORE ARROWS. MONAN FITS AN ARROW TO THE STRING Fit the arrow to the string. Raise the bow. Draw back the string. Find my mark. And loose the arrow. HE FIRES ROCK: Once more the arrow flew. Once more a leaf fell. MONAN: Ill try another. HE FITS AN ARROW, FIRES IT And another. HE FITS AN ARROW, FIRES IT. FIRES SEVERAL IN QUICK SUCCESSION And another! And another! And another! ROCK: Again and again the arrows flew. Each one found its mark, and leaves fell like rain to the earth. JAGUAR: Stop! No more! Youll waste all my arrows, and the tree will have no leaves! MONAN: Theres one left. One arrow. Let me fire this last one. What will be my mark this time? Another leaf? No. That bird flying between the branches? The pig rooting there in the undergrowth? The deer stepping among the bushes? Or the Jaguar standing here before me? MONAN AIMS THE ARROW AT THE JAGUAR JAGUAR: What? MONAN: You make the easiest mark. JAGUAR: What are you doing? MONAN: Do you know what fear is now? Can you smell it? Is its taste in your mouth? JAGUAR: Botoque - ! MONAN: I am not Botoque! I am Monan, and I have brought you a gift! This! HE FIRES THE ARROW. THE JAGUAR CRIES OUT AND FALLS Now, in return for my gift, Ill take this. HE LIFTS A BURNING BRAND FROM THE FIRE The crow took fire from the sun and gave it to the earth. The Jaguar took from the earth and kept it hidden. Now I take fire from the jaguar and give it to people. And with this fire, and this bow, we shall become the masters of the earth. HE TREADS OUT THE REST OF THE FIRE AND TURNS AWAY. THE JAGUAR STANDS JAGUAR: Youre wrong. It isnt fire you carry to people, its death. Fire still burns here, in me, my rage and my hatred, which will never die. You shall see it in my eyes, feel it in my teeth and claws. From this time, I shall prey on you and your children and your childrens children. Wherever they go, they will feel my shadow fall across their path, and then theyll know the true taste of fear. JAGUAR GOES STORYTELLER: And from that time the jaguar has hated people It has become their enemy It hunts them without pity And it carries the fire that burns in its eyes And fear and death in its fangs and claws. BOY: Now that he had fire I suppose Monan did married Tuana and become the chiefs son. But what happened after that? You said he did many other marvellous things. What were they? And did he find out that Inkari was his real mother? STORYTELLER: But the rock said nothing. BOY: Tell me. STORYTELLER: It was silent. BOY: Is that all? STORYTELLER: The boy shouted in the darkness He shivered It was cold. BOY: Answer me! STORYTELLER: Nothing stirred No leaf moved There was no sound. BOY: You said youd tell me all the stories there were! You cant have finished yet! STORYTELLER: But the Rock didnt reply The boy became angry. BOY: You havent kept your part of the bargain, so I wont keep mine! HE PICKS UP THE BOW AND ARROWS These are worth more than your stories. Ill go back to being a hunter. Ill fire my arrows, and all the forest will hear me! ROCK: You are Monans child. BOY: What? ROCK: Like him, you would carry death into the world. BOY: Monan brought life. He freed the waters, he gave fire to people. ROCK: He didnt give it. There was a price. Theres a price on everything, and the price of fire was death. That was what Monan brought to people. He couldnt help it. He was Deaths son. Listen. Theres one more story I have to tell you. Perhaps when youve heard it youll begin to understand why you came here, and why Im telling you these stories. STORYTELER: The boy put down his bow and arrows again He sat on the ground and he listened As the Rock told its last story. MONAN: It told how Monan returned with his gifts of flame CHIEF: How the chief greeted him as his son TUANA: How he married Tuana, and became a great warrior and hero INKARI: Just as his mother had said he would, when he was still a child in her arms. For she knew he was her son who had been lost to her, even though she didnt tell him. CHIEF: And when the chief grew old, Monan led the people, and their name became known throughout the world. MONAN: Their enemies fled from them in fear when he led them into battle. TUANA: The forest was fat with game, the river was rich with fish. INKARI: Their children grew strong. Their voices were fearless, their eyes were fierce. HOLY MAN: Until the sickness came, and struck them down. STORYTELLER: It came silent like a jaguar No one knew where it came from It came merciless and terrible It stalked our tracks In fear we fell before it Weeping, we cried for mercy It struck us down We grew hot and feverish Our limbs became swollen We stumbled around We fell to our knees We rolled in the dust We could hardly walk We raved, we scratched our bodies raw We tried to claw the sickness out But it wouldnt come out, it stayed within us Consuming us with its inward fire Its flame that burned and wouldnt die. TUANA: Help us, Monan. INKARI: What are we to do? TUANA: What is this sickness? INKARI: Where does it come from? TUANA: Your our leader, our chief. INKARI: Youre our saviour, our son! TUANA: Help us! INKARI: Heal us! TUANA: Do something! INKARI: Save us! HOLY MAN: Listen to them, Monan. These are your people. Theyre your people. You brought them water. You brought them fire. Did you bring them this sickness as well? MONAN: No HOLY MAN: Help them. Heal them. Save them. If you can. MONAN: I will! ROCK: Monan thought what to do. And as he thought, he remembered his mothers words. The last words shed spoken before he left her. OLD WOMAN ENTERS OLD WOMAN: When you need my help, call me, and I'll come. ROCK: So he called her, and she came. MONAN TURNS TO HER MONAN: Help me, mother. Tell me how to cure this sickness. OLD WOMAN: You wish me to help you? MONAN: Yes. OLD WOMAN: You wish me to come into the world? MONAN: Yes. OLD WOMAN: Then I will. Ill walk among the people and their pain will leave them. In my presence, all suffering will pass. I am the end to the terrors and trials of life. I stillness. I am silence. Beyond me there is nothing. I am Death, and you are my son, and you have brought me into the world. And now I am here, I shall never leave it. STORYTELLER: So Death entered the world Death walked the earth and came among us She took our sickness, she took our suffering She took our lives and left us nothing We felt nothing We saw nothing We became nothing A shadow A breath of wind, passing. INKARI: To Monan Once I gave birth to a child and held him in my arms. I lost him, and found him again. You were my child, I was your mother. Now I am nothing, a shadow, a breath of wind, passing. TUANA: To Monan Once I met a man and he became my husband. I loved him, I was his whole life to him. You were my husband, I was your wife. Now I am nothing, a shadow, a breath of wind, passing. OLD WOMAN: Come, now. We have a long journey to go on. SHE LEADS INKARI AND TUANA OFF STORYTELLER: So it was and so it is Now our lives have an end Each day is numbered, a stone rattling in a cup Each step is measures, a footprint in the dust Our years are counted off, knucklebones on a string Death has come into the world Death walks among us Death walks endless in the world THE HOLY MAN TURNS ON MONAN HOLY MAN: And you brought her! You brought Death here! For this you are cursed! You have no name, you have no people! Go from here! Leave us! Become an outcast, a wanderer! We turn our backs on you. You are no longer a person! HOLY MAN GOES. MONAN IS ALONE ROCK: So Monan was cast out by his people. He left them and went far away. And from that time he was never seen again in the world. BOY: Where did he go? What did he do? MONAN: He searched for an answer to Death. He wanted to bring life back into the world. He knew that somewhere there was an answer. ROCK: He searched long and hard. MONAN: He traveled through many places. ROCK: He saw many terrible and wonderful things. MONAN: And at last he came to a forest. ROCK: And in the centre of that forest, he sat down and began to think. MONAN SITS MONAN: His thoughts took him deep within himself. He travelled those dark paths, seeking the answer. He forgot the world beyond. He did not move. ROCK: He did not speak. MONAN: He did not breathe. ROCK: He grew into the earth. He became still, as a stone, as a rock. A long time passed. MONAN: And, in the end, he found the answer. BOY: What was it? What was the answer? THE ROCK DOES NOT REPLY Tell me. What is the answer to death? MONAN AND THE ROCK ARE BOTH STILL, CROUCHED IN THE SAME ATTITUDE STORYTELLER: But the Rock was silent It said no more to him Whatever had been speaking to him was finished The Rock was only a rock. BOY: The boy stood up. He looked around. Sunlight was shining through the trees. Birds were singing. It was morning and it was time to go home. STORYTELLER: He left his bow and his arrows on the ground He had no more use for them He went back through the forest He went back to his home BOY: But when he came to the place where his home had been, it wasnt there anymore. STORYTELLER: It was gone His grandmother had gone His people had gone There was no one there BOY: Grandmother? Where are you? Whats happened? Grandmother! STORYTELLER: The boy walked on, searching and calling He walked on and on He didnt know how long he walked But at last, he came to a river He was tired and thirsty, so he knelt down to drink But when he looked into the water OLD MAN ENTERS AND STANDS BEFORE THE BOY OLD MAN: He saw the face of an old man. An old mans face, reflected in the water. BOY: He looked at his hands. OLD MAN: They were the hands of an old man. BOY: And his body OLD MAN: Was the body of an old man. BOY: How did I become old? Whats happened to me? STORYTELLER: Even as he spoke he understood The day and night hed spent listening to the stories Had been his whole life And now here he was, at the end of that life His grandmother was dead All the people hed ever known were dead And he had nothing except those stories OLD MAN: And the answer to death. Now, I think, I know the answer. BOY: So the boy who was an old man left the river and walked on. He walked until he came to a village. The people of the village didnt know who he was. They looked at him strangely. They asked him questions. VILLAGERS: Who are you? Where do you come from? Why are you walking alone? What do you want here? OLD MAN: Ive brought you a gift. VILLAGERS: A gift? What kind of gift? What can old man like you give to us? OLD MAN: Stories. VILLAGERS: Stories? What are stories? Are they some kind of food? Some kind of weapon? We dont know what youre talking about Weve never heard of stories What are they? OLD MAN: Stories are what you are. They are where you came from and how you were made. Stories are why things are as they are, and how they came to be. They are the whole world, and everything in the world and beyond the world. And the times come for you to know what they are. Sit. Listen. Ill tell you. THE OLD MAN SITS STORYTELLER: So he sat and began to tell them his stories And they sat and listened Just as you are listening to me As all people in the world sit and listen to stories For they are stronger than death And they have come into the world And will never leave it. 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