Krull
- PG
- Year:
- 1983
- 121 min
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FADE IN:
EXT. FOREST - JUST BEFORE DAWN
Mail-clad HORSEMEN gallop headlong through the dark, bent
low over their saddles. A bestial scream is heard, and
suddenly a saddle is empty, the rider sprawled face down in
a pool of blood.
At the head of the band, COLWYN, a boy of twenty-two, raises
his shield to ward off an unseen assailant. We hear a
horrendous tearing sound, and Colwyn's father, TUROLD,
riding beside him, looks over at the boy. Colwyn is unharmed
- but his shield is deeply gouged, as if by a huge claw.
EXT. PARAPET OF WHITE CASTLE - DAWN
A GUARD sees the band of warriors emerge from the forest.
GUARD:
(shouts)
Open the gate!
EXT. APPROACH TO WHITE CASTLE - DAWN
The warriors gallop toward the main gate of the castle.
Though their arms and armor are reminiscent of the Middle
Ages on Earth, this is not Earth ...
TWIN SUNRISE:
Behind the riders, TWO SUNS rise above the horizon.
EXT. MAIN GATE OF WHITE CASTLE - DAWN
Turold and Colwyn lead their men through the gate and
dismount. Waiting for them are LORD ROWAN, a man of Turold's
age, and an elderly COUNCILOR. Rowan notices the gouges in
Colwyn's shield.
ROWAN:
(to Turold)
You were attacked in the forest?
TUROLD:
Yes. We lost five.
ROWAN:
You were lucky. I lost thirty there.
INT. CORRIDOR IN WHITE CASTLE - DAY
Turold and Rowan walk down the corridor, followed by Colwyn
and the Councilor.
ROWAN:
I tried to reach Ynyr, the old one.
I led a hundred men to his place in
Granite Needle, but it was
surrounded. The Dark Ones guard it
by night and by day they call out
the Slayers. Ynyr cannot get out and
no one can get in.
TUROLD:
How many did you lose?
ROWAN:
Sixty at the needle, another thirty
in the forest. Only ten of us made
it back.
TUROLD:
We will have to try again. His
knowledge is great. Without it, we
cannot hope to win.
INT. QUEEN'S BEDROOM - DAY
The QUEEN is propped up in bed, eyes closed, head tilted
back. Her crown, a jeweled tiara, rests in her lap. She is
attended by two GIRLS-IN-WAITING, one of whom sponges her
forehead with a damp cloth. The Queen opens her eyes as the
elderly Councilor enters.
COUNCILOR:
Lord Turold and his son, my lady.
The Queen hands her tiara to one of the girls-in-waiting,
who places it on her head. Then she nods, and the Councilor
admits Turold and Colwyn, followed by Rowan. The three
kneel.
QUEEN:
He has turned out well.
Turold stands and looks down at Colwyn with an affectionate
smile.
TUROLD:
Middling well.
Colwyn stands and we see that he is several inches taller
than his father.
TUROLD:
Though a touch too tall for my
taste.
Colwyn smiles somewhat sheepishly.
QUEEN:
(to Colwyn)
My daughter is in the north tower.
Go to her.
COLWYN:
(flustered)
In my armor?
QUEEN:
If she's to marry a warrior, she'd
best get used to it.
Colwyn bows his head and leaves. The three men approach the
Queen.
QUEEN:
What news from our friends?
TUROLD:
Barak is still strong in the north,
and Tendo holds the high passes. But
the great desert forts have fallen.
QUEEN:
Freylag's stronghold?
TUROLD:
It has been taken, Freylag and all
his people slaughtered.
QUEEN:
It is only a few weeks and already
half our strong places have fallen.
TUROLD:
The attacks are unceasing: by night,
the Dark Ones; by day, those of our
people who have sold themselves to
them, those traitors who are called
the Slayers.
QUEEN:
It is the way of all invaders. Those
they would conquer they divide,
buying allies with promises of land
and power.
TUROLD:
We will hold. Their power is not
unlimited.
Two mounted SLAYERS ride along the road. Their horses and
armor are black, as are their cylindrical, flat-topped
helmets, pierced with a T-slot for vision. Their weapons are
long-swords and maces.
Two more Slayers ride out of the forest and join the black
column. At a road up ahead wait three more, who swing in
behind the column as it passes.
Forest noises die at the Slayers' approach; the only sounds
we hear are the clink of metal and the heavy thud of the
horses' hooves.
Colwyn mounts a narrow, circular staircase toward a wooden
door.
LYSSA, the Queen's seventeen-year-old daughter, stares
across the circular room at the wooden door, listening to
Colwyn's approaching footsteps.
The door swings open and Colwyn enters. They stare at each
other for several moments: Colwyn, dusty and disheveled in
his armor, Lyssa freshly scrubbed and glowing in a
diaphanous gown.
COLWYN:
(nervous)
I'm Colwyn.
Lyssa nods, noncommittal. They start to circle the room,
eyes fixed on each other, like a pair of nervous cats.
COLWYN:
(plaintive)
Are you Lyssa?
She gives him another noncommittal nod. They resume their
tentative circling.
Suddenly, Lyssa turns away, leaning on the sill of a narrow
window. Her shoulders begin to heave, as if she's sobbing.
Colwyn is in agony; he rushes across the room to her.
COLWYN:
I don't care what arrangements were
made by our parents. You don't have
to go through with it!
Lyssa continues to heave.
COLWYN:
They can't force you. I won't let
them!
Lyssa turns around, and Colwyn sees that she's not sobbing,
but laughing.
LYSSA:
(trying to control her
laughter)
I'm sorry. I couldn't help it.
COLWYN:
(taking considerable umbrage)
I don't have to go through with it
either.
LYSSA:
(still laughing, touches his
arm)
You don't understand. I'm just so
relieved. I was sure you'd turn out
to be short and fat and gimpy.
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