Willow Page #17

Wilow clutches Madmartigan's arm. He holds up the

stone.

WILLOW:

Madmartigan. Let's go. Let's get

Eloran Danan.

With coldness in his eyes, madmartigan stares across

the camp at Sorsha's tent.

MADMARTIGAN:

Let's get Elora Danan.

They sneak away.

RAZIEL:

Wait! What about me!

Raziel flaps her wings and flies up into the dark sky.

EXT. THROUGH THE CAMP - DAWN

Willow and Madmartigan sneak behind tents, hiding from

the patrolling guards. Very quietly they creep up to

Kael's tent. Madmartigan knocks out a guard and steals

his knife. They crawl dangerously over to Sorsha's

tent.

MADMARTIGAN:

You're a magician, Willow. But I'm

a thief. Wait here. I'll get the

baby.

Madmartigan slits the back of the tent open and slips

inside. Raziel flutters down and lands on Willow's

shoulder.

RAZIEL:

I'm supposed to be a beautiful wo=

man.

Willow shrugs apologetically.

INT. SORSHA'S TENT - DAWN

Crouched inside the large tent, Madmartigan calculates

his next move. In the far corner, Sorsha lies asleep.

He steals the baby from a crib of straw. Starts to

leave. But stops. Willow pokes his head inside.

WILLOW:

(whispers)

Come on, Madmartigan...!

Madmartigan stares over at Sorsha. Lured by her beau-

ty, he slowly walks toward her bed.

WILLOW:

What are you doing? Get out of

there...!

Madmartigan looks down at her. Morning rushlight il-

luminates her youthful face, and her long red hair is

spread across her pillow. Out of her armor, in soft

nightclothes, she looks like a goddess. Upon her

breast is a golden necklet, inlaid with ornate jewels.

Quietly:

MADMARTIGAN:

I love you.

He kisses her lips. Her eyes open.

SORSHA:

One move, and you really will be a

woman.

Holding the baby, Madmartigan does not move a muscle.

Sorsha holds a knife at his crotch.

SORSHA:

You're a fool. Now put her back.

MADMARTIGAN:

I'm not going to let this baby die.

Sorsha presses the knife.

SORSHA:

Don't make me kill you.

Willow watches as Madmartigna carefully backs away from

Sorsha.

MADMARTIGAN:

I believe you would...

Sitting up, Sorsha waves her knife. Madmartigan places

the baby in the straw crib.

SORSHA:

Why did you say that?

MADMARTIGAN:

Say what?

SORSHA:

I love you.

Madmartigan walks back to Sorsha' bed. Willow crawls

into the tent, behind Madmartigan's back.

MADMARTIGAN:

Because it's true.

SORSHA:

I don't believe you.

Sorsha defensively kneels on her bed as Madmartigan

walks toward her. He shows no fear of her knife, com-

pelled instead by honest passion. For once, he isn't

conning anybody. His feelings are genuine.

MADMARTIGAN:

I wish it weren't true. I swore

I'd never let this happen. I hate

you. I hate your beauty, I hate

your innocence, I hate the feelings

you've awakened in me.

The knife trembles in Sorsha's hand.

MADMARTIGAN:

I'm in love with you, Sorsha. I

don't want to be, but a power has

enchanted me and I stand helpless

against it. It's torture. Battle-

field or prison cell was never half

as cruel.

He kneels onto her bed. Her hand falls, her knife

falls to the floor, her chest heaves with fear and emo-

tion.

MADMARTIGAN:

I want you and I can't have you so

I want you all the more. If this

were another time and another place

I'd--

He stops. He looks into her eyes. Willow dashes out of

the tent with the baby.

SORSHA:

You'd what?

Madmartigan takes Sorsha in his arms and kisses her.

Her trembling body surrenders to him. Until:

They hear a SCREAM outside the tent. It all happens

quickly. Kael rips open the canvas and catches them in

their embrace. In one hand he holds the baby. In the

other hand:
Willow.

KAEL:

What's going on here!!

Sorsha sees the baby, sees the empty crib, and smashes

Madmartigan hard across the face.

SORSHA:

Deceiver!!

Kael hurls Willow across the tent and tosses the baby

in the straw. Growling horribly he lunges at Madmarti-

gan. Madmartigan rolls away and sees Sorsha's sword

nearby. Grabs it. As Kael draws his sword, Madmarti-

gan artfully slices away the center pole, and the en-

tie tent collapses.

EXT. SNOW CAMP - MORNING

Bodies writhe under the fallen mass of canvas, and Ra-

ziel hovers and screeches above. Then, a silver blade

slits through the tent, and out jumps Madmartigan

wielding Sorsha's sword.

Alarm! Nockmaar soldiers and Death Dogs charge across

the snow. Madmartigan battles them with incredible

skill, backing toward the mountain slope.

Wilow crawls out from under the corner of the tent,

clutchign the baby. Madmartigan kills several so-

diers, littering the snow with bodies and weapons.

Willow reacts, impressed by Madmartigan's swordsman-

ship. Madmartigan makes the mistake of acknowledging

it:
he bows, prod and cocky.

MADMARTIGAN:

Whoops!

He slips on the ice and catches himself. Nearby a

shield skids off along the snow.

MADMARTIGAN:

Willow! Jump on the shiled!

Kael howls and thrashes inside the collapsed tent.

Then he gashes it open with his huge black sword. He

sees Willow and the baby get on the large shield.

KAEL:

Bowmen! Horses! After them!

Madmartigan runs toward the shield. Archers draw their

bows. Madmartigan turns and sees Sorsha beside Kael.

MADMARTIGAN:

Sorsha! I didn't betray you. I

love you!

As arrows rain down around him, Madmartigan leaps onto

the shield behind Wuillow. Sorsha watches them as they

slide away down the mountain, Raziel flapping and

shrieking overhead.

KAEL:

Kill them!!

Kael waves his sward and a crack squad of Nockmaar

HORSEMEN gallop down the mountain after the sled-

shield.

EXT. DOWN THE SNOWY MOUNTAIN - DAY

Willow hugs the baby while he sits between

Madmartigan's legs, and the shield zooms down the moun-

tain, zig-zagging through trees. Madmartigan steers by

using Sorsha's sword as a ski pole.

The Nockmaar horsemen gallop after them.

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