Scene Four

Arvis's House

Arvis:
Ah, be health so profound,
As to deliver to me my friend,
Sound as all for the night,
Lest promises of Midas taunt you
Ever still in dreams of wealth?

Locke:
Nay, good sir! You do me ill!
Tis relics of the dead which I seek,
Knowing no comfort of mortal spoil,
They entrust them to me,
Being as yet I am a treasure hunter!

Arvis:
Regards to your choice of title
Lay futile in this day of war,
As one requires service to mend...

Locke:
Speak you of rumor'd cur,
For mine ear doth play the part
Of herald to gray news!
Imperial fodder cast no interest,
And my love dies upon their sight!

Arvis:
You judge in haste,
Remember you this day
For when I make so ill a judgement
And pass upon you the title of cur
For the relics forc'd from owners past!

Locke:
Alas, you speak of truth dear friend,
For in death I would see too late,
And regret hinders the soul from the soil!
Much obliged in spirit be I for your words!
In what state of pain find I this girl?

Arvis:
Truth ultimately tells of my bare mind,
Yet last I saw of soldiers in the mine.
Be you swift in recovery,
And the speed of God on your feet!
Find Terra, as hope for all rests with
This most unlikely of flowers!

(Curtain)

The Mines of Narshe

(Locke arrives on the scene, just as soldiers are about to close in on Terra. He leaps in for the rescue and dispatches of the pursuers. Moogles join in the battle as well.)

Locke:
Be this true that figures favor
Mine enemies? Tis been too long!

Moogle Voice: Kupo-eth! Kupo-eth!

(Enter Moogles, Mog at the lead)

Locke:
Egads! Moogles in these caves?!
Wish you assist me in endeavor true?

(The moogles and Locke fight back the forces of Narshe, and Locke helps Terra to her feet.)

Locke:
Hast health found thee back?
Safety has also found you,
So it seems now.

Terra:
Kind sir, I know not of what happened,
Yet from all marks, it appears
That I am in total due to your aid.
Many thanks go to you in my name.

Locke:
Fraction of praise, truth be told.
I am to thank the moogles of this cave
As their aid made all effort true.
Your thanks may as yet be due them.
Aye, save all word until safety is reached.
Be your name Terra, then?

Terra:
Indeed. Though of all else...

Locke:
Hold thy tongue until the best hour.
Now be us content with escape.
Away with us now, as Narshe sleeps
With nary an eye closed,
As war promises to consume all lands,
And soldiers are in short temper.
Best we be on our way,
And that now we move south.

(Exeunt all)

(Curtain)

Scene Five

The Castle of Figaro

Locke:
Our journey is for the moment ended,
As safety lies within this stone.
The king will offer aid as we seek,
For my legs desire rest,
And for your part your mind.
Be we set within,
As hour falls upon hour,
And beasts of the desert
Adore the flesh of man o'er worm!

Guard:
Who goes there?
Ah, Locke! Many are the days
That King Edgar doth pine,
When such meetings will be
A most unnecessary step!

Locke:
As well as should be!
Is all set then for our time?

Guard:
Indeed, sir!

Locke:
Then be we on our way,
Never was it in my blood
Despite mine profession of choice,
To leave the nobles awake.

(They enter the castle, and go into the throne room. Foregoing all pleasantries, Locke steps right up to the throne and speaks quietly in the ear of Edgar. He steps down and approaches Terra haughtily, sizing her up.)

Edgar:
In such are the words of Banon,
That one would be fit to hold fate,
Yet you believe this girl...

Terra (flustered):
My pardon begs for yours, sir,
For no mention of title has reached my ear!
Be you so unscrupulous
As to invite your own company
When my own word has
Yet a play in full matter?

Edgar:
Ah, words of truth thou speak,
My own part hath been false,
And my voice errant in goal!
To such beauty I act a cad,
Tho now I rectify my wound,
To act as gardener to this
A flower of such wonder!
Mine name be Edgar,
And this kingdom falls to me.

Locke:
I see nothing amiss
And this pairing went to accord!
Myself shall exit with haste.

(Exeunt Locke)

Edgar:
Is it truth that you,
A woman of such vision,
Be aligned in coat with Gestahl?
Fears may then be allayed,
Gestahl holds pact with me,
As to remain allies this day,
And for all others foreseen!

Terra:
Be that all truth?
Or hold you more reason,
Since dark tidings awash
Even the barest of hands!
Mine own self I know,
Yet as do many others,
Who would see me a sword
In their campaign versus life!

Edgar:
My response be three-fold,
So that in honesty you see me plain:
First, you shine like the sun,
A beacon of light which blinds
All judgement yet causes joy!
In you I see only the spring,
A morn where all is yet pure,
While the dew, fresh and clear,
Washes all evil to the soil!
Second, I see much within thee,
That I would do well to mend!
Interest born of your fair mind,
Excites me into hope that you,
With all faculty of sense,
Would find me as so I see you!
Your situation, though it be
Of some interest to me and mine,
Yet falls into place behind
All visions of your spectacle!

Terra:
Pardon? Be you well, sir?

Edgar:
Alas, time does much
To rust the amorous pioneer!

(Exeunt Edgar)

Terra:
Mortal women swoon in time,
For such devotion to be paid,
For such is the way of life.
Know I not the same virtue?
Yet in what realm gain I right,
As to be considered in that light?

(Exeunt Terra)

(Curtain)

Scene Six:

A bedroom in Figaro Castle

(Locke is waiting for Terra to approach so that he might speak with her. He stands at left, while Terra enters from downstage.)

Locke:
Such confusion vexes
An otherwise flawless visage!
Be you not in wonder,
As to how I consort with kings?

Terra:
Nay, I...

Locke:
Pressing matters lay upon you...

Terra:
Nay, nay. Tis nothing to press,
Which be most vexing of all!
Lost in my thoughts are memories past,
While to me all clear is but today!
No thought falls through the shade
Of a mind warped by ill crown!

Locke:
At a loss of memory!?
Confound it all! I knew not...
Never worry, as all will come
As the infant mind matures.

Terra:
And the name of Edgar?
Be he aligned with the darkness?
Much complexity lies
Behind eyes of pain,
For I see no ill,
Nor hear no venom.
Flattery is a tool
Most often forged by evil,
But sense yields no such force.

Locke:
Tis true that appearances deceive,
Yet I find no fault in Edgar,
For his alliance with Gestahl
Be as thin as glass,
And twice as brittle!
The surface means to vex him,
Not you, my dear.
Edgar signed with Banon,
And such a pact
For what can be measured,
Is as strong as blood!
Returners do well to hide,
Even when such veins run blue,
And Figaro is quite truly
The bluest by the north!

Terra:
Worry yet sets upon me.
I know not when I shall be whole
And certainly know not what truth
Lies within my soul!

Locke:
Seasons pass and show nature
What lies ahead for earth.
So with you once time
Clears a path toward your destiny!

(Curtain)