Willow Page #15

WILLOW:

What do I need for that?

RAZIEL:

We must start with feathers, dung,

and a lock of your hair.

Willow pulls a strand of his hair out in front of his

eyes and frowns at it. Madmartigan, meanwhile, can't

take his eyes off Sorsha.

MADMARTIGAN:

Now that's a woman...!

EXT. NOCKMAAR CAMPSITE - NIGHT

Fires and torches burn around pitched tents. Soldiers

eat and drink, and meat is thrown out to Death Dogs.

From her cage, Raziel looks down at Willow, still

chained to the wagon next to Madmartigan. Willow is

grinding a substance with a rock.

RAZIEL:

Keep working at it. Forget all you

know, or think you know. A

magician's power depends on disord-

er of the mind.

She twists her head through the bars. Madmartigan

squints up at her.

MADMARTIGAN:

You got that one covered.

Willow hears the baby crying in a distant tent.

WILLOW:

I hope she's all right. How much

more do I have to do of this?

RAZIEL:

Till it's in a powder. The energy

exits within you...

WILLOW:

(reciting)

I know, and the magician's goal is

to find his true self. But what's

this got to do with it?

RAZIEL:

As below, so above. You hold the

univers, Willow, in your hand.

Madmartigan clasps his forhead.

MADMARTIGAN:

I'm beginning to think you two

*deserve* to be locked up.

WILLOW:

The universe is a living creature,

like you and me, Madmartigan.

Madmartigan cynically gazes at the sky, gesturing wide-

ly.

MADMARTIGAN:

We're a tiny version of all that?

RAZIEL:

As above, so below.

Madmartigan rolls his eyes. Willow jumps to his feet

and shows Raziel the substance.

WILLOW:

I'm all finished. Now what?

RAZIEL:

Burn it to a fine ash.

Willow looks around. Heavily armed Nockmaar minions

rip chunks of meat around a campfire.

WILLOW:

How am I gonna do that?

RAZIEL:

Patience. Concentrate. You will

find a way.

Suddenly bootsteps clomp toward them. Willow quickly

folds the powder inside some cloth and hides it in his

pocket. The Lieutenant marches up and scrutinizes them

suspiciously. He abruptly snatches Willow up, hacks

the chain and drags him off.

WILLOW:

What's going on?

Madmartigan sturggles against his chains. Angry and

worried:

MADMARTIGAN:

Hurt him and you'll answer to me!

INT. SORSHA'S TENT - NIGHT

The Lieutenant clamps irons on Willow's wrists, flings

him into a tent and exits. Willow looks up and sees

Sorsha, still in her uniform, impatiently pacing wiht

the crying baby.

SORSHA:

This baby won't do what I say. You

seem to know what to do. Here!

Make it shut up.

Sorsha dumps the baby in Willow's arms and then backs

away.

WILLOW:

She needs to be changed.

SORSHA:

I changed her already!

Willow politely shrugs.

WILLOW:

She needs to be changed again.

Sorsha crosses her arms in a hugg and watches as Willow

changes the baby. Soon the baby stops crying. Re-

lieved yet still anxious, Sorsha paces to a mirror.

Willow rocks the baby gently, absently looking at the

fire. Then his eyes focus on the fire.

SORSHA:

Who is that horrible friend of

yours?

WILLOW:

(watching the fire)

Madmartigan.

SORSHA:

Who is he?

WILLOW:

I don't know much about him.

Sorsha fiddles with her long red hair. Willow creeps

toward the fire.

SORSHA:

He's very bold. Do you really

think my hair is beautiful?

She turns and looks right at Willow. He looks back.

She asks the question again by holding out strands of

her hair.

WILLOW:

Uh, yes. It's very nice hair.

He suddenly strides over to Sorsha.

WILLOW:

She's hungry.

SORSHA:

I know she's hungry. I tried to

feed her but she wouldn't eat a

thing. I'm not a wet nurse.

WILLOW:

Here. Hold her.

He hands Sorsha the baby, then goes to the fire where

there's a stone crock of milk. He carefully takes his

cloth pouch out of his pocket and unfolds it. At the

other side of the tent Sorsha awkwardly paces with the

baby.

SORSHA:

I tried everything. A spoon. I

poured milk into her mouth, she just

spat it out. I don't know what to

do, I'm not a mother.

During this, Willow ignites his powdery substance. It

flares slightly then burns to an ash. He gathers it

up, then returns to Sorsha with the milk.

WILLOW:

Sometimes she likes it heated.

Willow finds a strip of cloth, dips it in the milk, and

feeds Elora Danan in Sorsha's arms. He looks up at

Sorsha and smiles.

WILLOW:

She's a good baby.

Sorsha looks down at the baby.

EXT. NOCKMAAR CAMPSITE - MORNING

The caravan packs up to move on. Soldiers drag Willow

to the wagon and lift him on board, chaining him beside

Raziel's cage. Willow excitedly pats his pocker, and

whispers:

WILLOW:

I did it! I got the ashes!

When the soldiers leave, he digs out the pouch and

proudly shows it to Raziel.

RAZIEL:

Good! The first step is complete.

Chained behind the wagon, Madmartigan reaches forward

and pokes Willow with his finger?

MADMARTIGAN:

Did she ask about me?

WILLOW:

Who?

MADMARTIGAN:

Come on, Peck, don't give me a hard

time. You were in her ten all

night. Did she say anything?

Willow deliberately plays innocent.

WILLOW:

She said lots of thing.s

MADMARTIGAN:

Willow!

Willow grins. At last:

WILLOW:

She asked about you, Madmartigan.

MADMARTIGAN:

Well what did she say?

Suddenly Sorsha gallops by on horseback, holding the

baby. She flings a wad of clothes at Madmartigan.

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