|Scene from "The Dark Tower", as produced by Pope Theatre Boosters, GA|
This play of mine, available from Eldridge, is my interpretation of the story of Roland, as an immortal warrior, trained by Merlin, who has eschewed death, but now seeks it out at the Dark Tower, where he meets three sisters, and must live through some of his memories before he gains admission.
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In this scene, Roland, the warrior, remembers the death of his son and his wife, Susannah. Susannah awakens to find she has lost her child, and that she herself is giving up and succumbing to her mortality.
Excerpt from "The Dark Tower", by Bobby Keniston, available from ELDRIDGE PUBLISHING. Note: this work is protected by copyright.
SUSANNAH: (Gently moves her hands down to her middle,
and touches her belly. She gasps, afraid.) Our child?
Where is our child?
room. Tell me our son is sleeping.
your mind forget these concerns and rest. You have been
through so much.
will. Let me speak.
a son made from you might have cured your fear, might
have delivered us from your desperate need and into the
arms of sweet mortality. You might have seen your own life
continuing as he grew, and given up this quest that leaves
nothing behind. Nothing so tangible as an heir might leave.
ROLAND: I beg you to stop.
as beautiful as we dreamed?
barren of hope.
you were to...
that I might see our son. Do not think I wish to leave you. I
only know deep in the secret chambers of my heart that
you would choose your endless travels to making the final
journey with me by your side. And I feel no bitterness for
this knowledge. I love you completely and without
reservation or remorse. I ask you now to release me. Our
travels have been fair, and there has been much joy. It is
not the way of nature or of God to have walked through as
many ages as we have. I clung to our mortal coil with you,
in the one great hope that I would one day change your
heart and put your terror to rest by creating the greatest
gift a wife can possibly create: our child. And when I finally
managed to bear you down with my insistent
determination, I have failed you.
And let it be soon, my love. Come and join me with our
ROLAND: Don't leave me, Susannah. I beg you.