NARR: EARLIER …
PORCHA: Are you sure you won’t stay? I was hoping we could go fishing together later …
CIRINA: No, Porcha … I think it’s time I get my things together and go home. I’ll send my people a note first, and … and say good bye to my friends here. The few I have.
PORCHA: Oh, you have more friends here than you think. And I know a few will be sorry to see you leave.
CIRINA: Oh, you’re a dear, and I will miss you.
But … well, I think it’s just better not to hang around.
PORCHA: Well, you know best for yourself, amanara. Be sure to say goodbye to Arrogond and … you know who. If only for courtesy’s sake.
CIRINA: Ah, well – you’re probably right. Farewell, Porcha! Amantu-la!
PORCHA: Amantu-la, Cirina!
CIRINA (THOUGHT): “Courtesy,” eh? I mean, she’s right, but Arrogond’s been a perfect dana-kincalo to me since I got here, but at least Pontagar was … But then, I guess he made his choice. But Lentik? Ecchh! What a shitsack. If only he was nice, I could …
CIRINA: (thoughts) Oh – the door’s open. Is he with someone?
NAURIK: (offscreen) …Listen and follow my advice. All will be well.
CIRINA: (thoughts) Well, that’s not Lentik, anyhow. I’ll just make it quick and painless. “I’m going home, Pontagar. I’m grateful for the good times we had. Goodbye.” Good. That’s all it needs.
CIRINA: (Seeing the bloody corpse of the king) What – OH MY GODS! PONTAGAR! WHAT THE FLAMING SHIT?!!
NAURIK: Oh, bloody hell …