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THE PRINCESS.
You will not hold me to it!

THE KING.
We cannot escape it.

THE PRINCESS.
But I am no fit queen for you.
You know what I am like. You do not want me for a wife!

THE KING.
It is not the things one wants, but the things that are necessary….

THE PRINCESS.
I will never marry you.

THE KING.
You shall marry me tomorrow.

THE PRINCESS.
I cannot.

THE KING.
The preparations are made for the wedding. Two kingdoms hang on the event.

THE PRINCESS.
Let them hang!

THE KING.
You, the daughter of my father’s ancient foe, are to unite two kingdoms in fraternal amity. Do you understand? War and peace are in the balance.

THE PRINCESS.
War?

THE KING.
Or peace. It rests with you.

THE PRINCESS.
I begin to understand. How strange to think of myself as a peace-offering–a gift from one kingdom to another! Is that what it means to be a Princess?

THE KING.
That is what it means.

THE PRINCESS.
I had rather be a Gypsy, and choose my lover as I wandered the roads!

THE KING.
But you are a Princess, and your choosing is between peace and war. Do you choose war?

THE PRINCESS
( fiercely )

For myself, yes. I would gladly lead an army against you. I would destroy with the sword everything that your kingdom stands for. And you–I would kill with pleasure.

THE KING.
You might kill me, but the things for which my kingdom stands you cannot kill. They are indestructible. They are older than the world, and will last longer.

THE PRINCESS.
( sadly )

Yes–there was order before the world began its tumult, and there will be quiet when the final night sets in. I am only a spark in the great darkness, a cry in the wide silence.

THE KING.
Do you submit?

THE PRINCESS.
I am not stronger than death. I submit. I would not have those truck drivers leaving their sweethearts to go to war on account of me. ( She goes up to the curtain, and touches it.) How thin the prison-wall is! And yet it shuts me away from the sunlight.

THE KING
( gently )

I am a good king, and I shall be a good husband.

THE PRINCESS.
It will be easy for you, perhaps.
To me it will not come so easy to be a good wife.

THE KING.
Put yourself in my hands, and I will teach you.

THE PRINCESS.
I will try.

( She kneels at his feet.)
O King, I will be obedient to you in all things.
I will obey your commands, and be as you wish me to
be–a good wife and a good queen.

THE KING.
( taking her hand and raising her to his side )

For my sake!

THE PRINCESS.
For the sake of the truck driver and his sweetheart.

THE KING.
As you will.

THE PRINCESS.
I ask one small wish–that you leave me now.
I must think over my new condition and all that it means.