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COLWYN:

Oh. That.

(begins to chuckle)

I know what you mean.

(sits down on a bench)

I had nightmares all week.

LYSSA:

(sits down beside him)

Me too.

COLWYN:

Last night was the worst. I dreamt

you had one leg shorter than the

other, and walked like a penguin.

LYSSA:

Mine was worse:
I dreamt you picked

your nose in public.

COLWYN:

That's worse.

LYSSA:

You're really not bad looking.

Almost handsome.

COLWYN:

Well, you're beautiful.

LYSSA:

You might be handsome. I can't tell

through all that grime. Besides, you

reek of sweat and horses.

COLWYN:

(pompously)

If you're going to marry a warrior,

you'd best get used to it.

LYSSA:

I have no intention of getting used

to it.

She goes over to a small cistern and fills a wooden bucket.

LYSSA:

Take off your clothes. I'm going to

scrub you down.

COLWYN:

(aghast)

What?

LYSSA:

We're almost married.

COLWYN:

We're not married yet.

LYSSA:

Well, then you can go up to the

parapet and I'll hand the buckets up

to you.

Colwyn looks at the stone stairs leading to the top of the

tower.

COLWYN:

Do I have to?

(looks at Lyssa, sighs)

I have to.

He starts up the stairs.

EXT. ROAD CROSSING - DAY

A column of mounted Slayers waits at the crossing for

another column to reach the intersection. The first column

falls in beside the second as it passes, forming a double

column.

Farther down the road waits LORD MODRED, a Slayer like the

others, but distinguished by the leopard embroidered on his

chest and by his lance, which bears a pennon affixed to its

head:
ermine, a leopard courant sable. As the double column

reaches him, he wheels and leads them down the road, lance

upright.

INT. QUEEN'S BEDROOM - DAY

Turold and Rowan at the Queen's bedside.

QUEEN:

Lord Rowan is one of Lyssa's

godfathers. He will defend her in

the ceremony. I wish that Lord

Modred were here. He is a godfather

of her own blood.

TUROLD:

Modred has treated with the Dark

Ones.

ROWAN:

Modred! Impossible!

TUROLD:

He leads a group of Slayers, under

the leopard banner.

QUEEN:

For some, the lure of power is

stronger than the ties of blood. No

matter. I had hoped to have the

wedding next spring, Lord Turold,

with all the nobles of the kingdom

in attendance. But Fate and this war

have ordained otherwise.

TUROLD:

It is important to assure the

succession.

QUEEN:

Yes.

The Queen smiles and beckons Turold closer. He kneels beside

the bed.

QUEEN:

I will tell you something you did

not know, Turold. Had it been my

choice, all those years ago, I would

have chosen you for my king. But my

parents chose otherwise.

TUROLD:

I knew.

QUEEN:

You knew! You are a rude bumpkin!

TUROLD:

(smiles)

That I am, my lady.

Turold looks out the window at the North Tower.

TUROLD:

And, it seems, so is my son.

P.O.V. - NORTH TOWER - INTERCUT

Angle from the Queen's bedroom window. A waist-high wall

conceals the bottom half of a naked Colwyn, who stands atop

the tower, hugging himself in the brisk wind.

EXT. TOP OF NORTH TOWER - INTERCUT

Colwyn hears Lyssa mounting the stairs and moves to the

doorway, reaching around to take the bucket from her.

COLWYN:

(as Lyssa pushes past him)

Just hand me the bucket! What are

you doing!

He backs away, covering himself with his hands. Lyssa

advances on him; tucked in her belt, like a sword, is a

long-handled bath brush.

LYSSA:

I don't trust you to wash behind

your ears.

COLWYN:

Never mind my ears! Go away!

The Queen and Turold watch the unfolding drama from their

window vantage point: a great tongue of water leaps across

the tower as Lyssa heaves the bucketful at Colwyn. Dripping

wet, he retreats, but is soon cornered and attacked without

quarter, Lyssa wielding brush and soap with gleeful

enthusiasm. At one point, Colwyn squirms free and, with his

head completely enveloped in lather, tries to flee. But

since he can't see, he soon fetches up against a wall, and

Lyssa continues her scrubbing.

RESUME - QUEEN'S BEDROOM

TUROLD:

A girl of some spirit, your

daughter.

QUEEN:

A match for your son, I think.

TUROLD:

A fine match.

QUEEN:

(takes his hand)

They will have the life that you and

I might have had.

EXT. TOP OF NORTH TOWER - DAY

Wrapped in a long blue cape, a scrubbed and scowling Colwyn

stands with arms folded across his chest. Lyssa is combing

his hair.

LYSSA:

(steps back)

There. Now you look like someone I

might want to marry.

COLWYN:

(surly growl)

Maybe you'd better look around for

another candidate. I don't think my

skin is tough enough to survive a

lifetime of you and your brush.

LYSSA:

I don't have to look around. I've

found the husband I want. You can

kiss me now.

COLWYN:

Thank you, but I can wait.

LYSSA:

I can't.

She bestows a class-A smack.

COLWYN:

I lied.

LYSSA:

About what?

COLWYN:

I can't wait either.

They close in a passionate kiss, and begin caressing each

other. We see Turold standing in the doorway, watching them.

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