They beat me because I spoke to him without making obeisance. He was coming dancing along over the slave-fields and I spoke to him. He was a friendly great dog, and I spoke to him and patted his head, and did not make obeisance.
KING ARGIMENES
And they saw you do it?
ZARB
Yes, the slave-guard saw me. They came and seized me at once and bound my arms. The great dog wanted me to speak to him again, but I was hurried away.
KING ARGIMENES
You should have made obeisance.
ZARB
The great dog seemed so friendly that I forgot he was the King"s great dog.
KING ARGIMENES
But tell me more. Was he hurt or is it a sickness?
ZARB
They say that it is a sickness.
KING ARGIMENES
Ah, then he will grow thin if he does not die soon. If it had been a hurt!--but we should not complain. I complain more often than you do because I had not learned to submit while I was yet young.
ZARB
If your beautiful memories do not please you, you should hope more. I wish I had your memories. I should not trouble to hope then. It is very hard to hope.
KING ARGIMENES
There will be nothing more to hope for when we have eaten the King"s dog.
ZARB
Why, you might find gold in the earth while you were digging. Then you might bribe the commander of the guard to lend you his sword; we would all follow you if you had a sword. Then we might take the King and bind him and lay him on the ground and fasten his tongue outside his mouth with thorns and put honey on it and sprinkle honey near. Then the gray ants would come from one of their big mounds. My father found gold once when he was digging.
KING ARGIMENES (_pointedly_)
Did your father free himself?
ZARB
No. Because the King"s Overseer found him looking at the gold and killed him. But he would have freed himself if he could have bribed the guard.
[_A Prophet walks across the stage attended by two guards._
SLAVES
He is going to the King. He is going to the King.
ZARB
He is going to the King.
KING ARGIMENES
Going to prophesy good things to the King. It is easy to prophesy good things to a king, and be rewarded when the good things come. What else should come to a king? A prophet! A prophet!
[_A deep bell tolls slowly. King Argimenes and Zarb pick up their spades at once, and the old slaves at the back of the stage go down on their knees immediately and grub in the soil with their hands. The white beard of the oldest trails in the dirt as he works. King Argimenes digs._
KING ARGIMENES
What is the name of that song that we always sing? I like the song.
ZARB
It has no name. It is our song. There is no other song.
KING ARGIMENES
Once there were other songs. Has this no name?
ZARB
I think the soldiers have a name for it.
KING ARGIMENES
What do the soldiers call it?
ZARB
The soldiers call it the tear-song, the chant of the low-born.
KING ARGIMENES
It is a good song. I could sing no other now.
[_Zarb moves away digging._
KING ARGIMENES (_to himself as his spade touches something in the earth_)
Metal! (_Feels with his spade again_) Gold perhaps!--It is of no use here. (_Uncovers earth leisurely. Suddenly he drops on his knees and works excitedly in the earth with his hands. Then very slowly, still kneeling, he lifts, lying flat on his hands, a long greenish sword, his eyes intent on it. About the level of his uplifted forehead he holds it, still flat on both hands, and addresses it thus_) O holy and blessed thing! (_Then he lowers it slowly till his hands rest on his knees, and looking all the while at the sword, loquitur_) Three years ago to-morrow King Darniak spat at me, having taken my kingdom from me.