Once upon a time in the Medieval Era, a young princess named Isabel flees the castle for fear of being the victim of a witchcraft ritual. A knight and his squire are summoned to meet her, in a kingdom where there are chivalrous adventures, Church sermons, troubadour songs, alchemy and many other mysteries about the supernatural universe, fairy tales and folklore. She must face a demon: that of anguish. Inspired by "Hamlet”, paintings like The Isle of Death" by Arnold Böcklin and “The Lady of Shallot” by John William Waterhouse. Embark on this journey and close your eyes to hear a nymph singing...
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ALCHEMIST
PROPHETESS
HARLOT
QUEEN
PRINCE
PRINCESS ISABEL
TROUBADOUR
KNIGHT
SQUIRE
PRIEST
CLERGYMAN
GIPSY
FOOL
UNKNOWN VOICE
ISABEL: Even though I am where I cannot really see, I feel hopefully that something will happen for another life. One of the most beautiful landscapes that a mortal creature has ever seen is the majestic move of deep, dark blue waters around the mysteries of the French Island of St. Michel, which almost swallows it with the bravery of the sea.... I see them so full of energy, like the strength that a rider needs to have to rise from the very falls that existence brings him...
The blown wind passing us almost makes us petrified and dancing for an instant. The foot in the water buries itself on the shore and the mist brought by the wind whispers a serene sound. It crosses my mind that I cannot turn a magnificent sword into prayers of violence, nor into an instrument of war, which makes innocent people bleed. It is then that nothing more gratifying would be to make the devil dispossess his earthly temptations and return to the foggy hell. Please, see my watery face and for the suffocation, I ask you: Bless me until the end of time, without you I perish like a corpse.
Once when I was a little girl, I saw around the Island several white horses running in the water by the sea and that day I knew that I would inherit one of them to live for me in the palace. My parents are deceased; their graves are inside the cathedral. [...]. Sometimes I seem to have follies that look like blessings: They remember the past and I only see wild horses running in the waters in a beautiful way until I hear a legend: “long time ago, after they’ve been used like tools of war and it had fallen by the sight almost blind, they perished on the sand and suddenly the snow has become like a red and bloody flower that spread itself about the bodies like symbol of passion and fury”.
SCENE 32: THE LEGEND[The knight, the squire and the alchemist are gathered in the Red Forest]:SQUIRE: Well, well, my great friend! You missed a great night yesterday! I drank like I had never drunk before, I barely remembered the way home!KNIGHT: Well, this isn't the first time you tell me a story like that! And even more so with those filthy!ALCHEMIST: And how were the searches? I heard the princess didn't show up after all the searches...SQUIRE: We didn’t find her anywhere.KNIGHT: Well, I should be honest with you, even if you believe this is crazy. But I think you will understand my sincere confession. What happens is that I took the elixir that time and started to see in a very different way from what I used to see and unexplained things happened. But I heard a melancholy song coming from the lake of
[Months later...] [The knight goes to the castle to speak to the queen]: KNIGHT: Your Majesty, months after the search request, it's with great sadness that we return to inform your family that unfortunately we haven't found the princess. QUEEN: Well, she never went back to the castle, now our souls are in tears and confused of what we can do for her. KNIGHT: At last, we went to the Red Forest, but we didn't find anything. No trace. We also search the monasteries, the brothels, the churches, the humble houses of the village, the neighborhoods, but so far nothing. QUEEN: Thank you for your efforts.
[The knight and the squire look for the princess in a brothel]: KNIGHT: Good afternoon, dear lady, we're here to ask you if you haven't seen the young lady of power. HARLOT: The princess? Why would you think she's here? With so much wealth, she could very well enjoy her sumptuousness instead of being with us, don't you think? What was she doing outside the castle? The missing princess Committed the madness of leaving the castle And what do I have to do with the history of this beautiful lady full of wealth and power? I wish I were in the place sometimes so I would not have to take my fate with these men so... so... disgusting Well, lovely isn't going to be! Not everything is a world of wonders for which we dream... Sometimes I think that my dreams have been destroyed... There are so ma
[The knight and the squire are gathered at the alchemist's house]: ALCHEMIST: You know, there are all sorts of mysteries in nature. And as if she had a life of her own, enter into our thoughts, reassure us of our weaknesses and fill us with wisdom, for being full of perfection... I discovered that since I was a child I appreciated the mixtures that my father made with the medicinal herbs and today I can say that I'm making wonderful recipes! Too bad I haven't pleased the queen so far, but I persistently pursue my goals... KNIGHT: Well, I would like to try out your hibiscus teas, maybe my skin looks younger, like a damsel even in trouble! Ha! Ha! SQUIRE: Just be careful to not drink too much and rejuvenate your mental age! [Laughs.] KNIGHT: Well, at least you would not have as many fears as you, my dear squire! SQUIRE: Let me, by the wa
[The knight and the squire talk about the princess]: KNIGHT: So it's the second time that the princess disappears, like the sun at dusk… SQUIRE: There are many conflicts, wars; the vassals have formed a rebellion against their masters, for they are forbidden to eat bread, they feel themselves truly wronged because their work is sustaining the powerful and evildoers who pay them with pitiful salaries and don't give them protection, as the order of the cavalry promised... KNIGHT: Dear squire, I don't know what will become of us in the next fearful conflicts. The mouth of the people when it revolts is like that of a dragon that burns up from the nostril! From within comes only the fury of the cries that in the noise of the flames generates the fuse of war! SQUIRE: Well, I believe our work was light, because we've long journeys ahead of us and it will without any fight hopefully!
[Upon entering the cemetery of the Island, the gypsy hears an ethereal song within her mind and thinks with her other Self: "Come on fairy tale, reach my sun."] GIPSY: Who's there? I hear a sing from afar. It's soft as the glitter of the snow... Puerile as if inside a fairy tale... I loved Francisco... I don't remember if he touched me without my permission... Unfortunately some loves are unsatisfied, or completely imperfect... I see the sun radiating in the mountains, as if I were looking for God somewhere and I could hear your eternal voice within my consciousness... I would offer you my memory, maybe I would love my enemies more... I feel sleepy and I need rest as I was in the shadows of shimmering shadows... […]. Once was inside a burned church and the colors were still beautiful... I meditated in there and confessed my sins... But I re
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