The Silver Chalice Page #9

...and all the world

will wonder and worship.

Are you out of your mind?

Simon.

See that he flies safely.

Listen to me, Simon.

Listen to me, Simon. Stop.

Stop!

Quicker, Idbash, quicker.

Simon, Simon.

Hail Caesar. Hail Caesar.

Hail Caesar. Hail Caesar.

Hail Caesar. Hail Caesar.

Hail Caesar.

Simon, put on the cloak and Live.

Simon, Simon. Simon!

Listen to me, Simon.

Stop. Stop!

Simon.

Put on the cloak. Don't fool yourself.

There is no need to worry, my Helena.

You do not know

what manner of man I am today.

For I am no Longer a man.

I am God.

Quicker, Idbash. Quicker.

Simon, Simon.

Hurry, Idbash. Hurry.

Look, there he is!

Simon.

Fly, Simon.

Fly in the name of Caesar

and to his everlasting glory.

Fly, Simon, fly!

Fly, Simon, fly!

Fly, Simon, fly!

Fly, Simon, fly!

Fly, Simon, fly!

You Let me pass. Simon has gone mad.

Only Caesar can stop him.

Why should Caesar stop him?

He's just ordered him to fly.

Fly, Simon, fly! Fly, Simon, fly!

Fly, Simon, fly! Fly, Simon, fly!

Fly, Simon, fly!

Fly, Simon, fly!

Fly, Simon, fly!

He didn't fly.

People of Rome have been robbed

of the spectacle they came to see.

That is not good for them, or for me.

O Caesar,

I speak as a free citizen of Rome.

You have ordered Simon to fly

and he could not.

It may be that only a Christian

has the power to fly.

Bring us Peter

that he may do this miracle.

Fly!

-Shall I disperse them, Caesar?

-No.

No, that would not be good politics.

We must not Let our people go home

in a grumbling mood.

We must give them something to watch.

Something they will enjoy.

Helena.

Romans, I have discovered that Simon

was a victim of Christian treachery.

This woman of his secretly conspired

with Peter to bring about Simon's failure...

...knowing Well that his success

would destroy their blasphemous religion.

No, Caesar, it is not true.

It is not true.

Take this woman to the top of the tower

and throw her off.

If she can fly, her Life will be spared.

No.

Oh, Basil.

Deborra.

I'm not hurt.

Oh, Deborra, Love me.

Forgive me and Love me.

For I Love you with all my heart.

He stole the cup of our Lord.

Deborra brought it to me from Antioch.

I just placed it in your silver chalice...

...but we didn't even hear him come in.

The holy cup has been taken,

and your chalice too.

Don't go, Basil.

Please don't.

Basil.

Simon's house is empty.

Simon's house is empty.

There are other houses.

Go.

It's time for them to come aboard, Peter,

or we shall miss the tide.

They are ready, my good Maximus.

Be happy in your Love for each other...

...and in your Love of God.

And now I wish you fair winds

to your home in Antioch...

...and a Long Life together.

If only I'd been able

to restore the cup to you.

It will be restored...

...but for years,

and for hundreds of years...

...it will Lie in darkness.

Where, I know not.

When it is brought out

into the Light again...

...there will be great cities

and mighty bridges...

...and towers higher

than the Tower of Babel.

It will be a world of evil

and Long, bitter wars.

In such a world as that,

the Little cup will Look very Lonely.

But it may be in that age...

...when man holds Lightning

in his hands...

...and rides the sky

as Simon the Magician strove to do...

...it will be needed more

than it is needed now.

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