MORNING: Pontagar’s chamber. LENTHIC: Good morning … PONTAGAR: Mmm. LENTHIC: What? You look like … I don’t know. Something on your mind. PONTAGAR: Oh … nothing important. I just … did you see Cirina dancing last night? LENTHIC: My eyes were on someone else. PONTAGAR: Yeah, well … what do you think of her? LENTHIC: What, do you think she’s prettier than me or something? PONTAGAR: Heh -nobody is, Lenthic. I just feel kind of … bad, somehow. Not sure why. LENTHIC: Oh gods, Pontagar, she’s just a woman, not like she was someone we have to care about. She’s not even Fire Tribe. She’s visiting from the Bear Tribe or Wolf Tribe – something like that. PONTAGAR: I don’t know. I begin to think that maybe … LENTHIC: Oh, so she’s in Looooooove with you? Poor widdo Cirina and her feewings! And sweet Pontagar is become so caring and – PONTAGAR: That’s enough. LENTHIC: Aw, don’t be cross, Pontagar. I’ll make you forget alllll about her … SFX: KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK! ARROGOND (OS): Pontagar? Want to talk to you. PONTAGAR: It’s early, father – and I’m kind of busy! ARROGOND: (enters) It’s nearly noon, and you can do your business later. Boy – leave. LENTHIC: (pulling on his pants hurriedly) Yes, your Majesty. I’ll, uh, see you later, Pontagar. (leaves) PONTAGAR: (irritated) That was rude, Father. Lethic is my friend. ARROGOND: Well, let’s talk about friends. Let’s talk, for instance, about who our friends truly are.