Death of Cnut the Great
The body of Cnut the Great, the powerful Viking king who ruled England, Denmark, and Norway, lies in state at Shaftesbury Abbey. The gathered nobles, monks, and Harold Harefoot (Cnut's son and potenti
Setting
Inside the dimly lit chapel of Shaftesbury Abbey, where the body of Cnut the Great lies in state. The stone walls are cold and damp, and the air is thick with the scent of incense and burning candles. The chapel is small but ornate, with a high vaulted ceiling and narrow stained glass windows that allow only slivers of light to penetrate the gloom.
Characters
Harold Harefoot
primary
A powerfully built man in his late twenties with broad shoulders and a thick neck. His face is square-jawed with piercing blue eyes that seem to assess everything with cold calculation. His reddish-blond hair is cropped short in the Danish style, and he sports a well-trimmed beard. A long scar runs from his left temple to his cheekbone, a souvenir from battle.
Abbot
primary
A tall, gaunt man in his late fifties with a sharply defined jawline and deep-set, piercing blue eyes. His thin lips are pressed tightly together, and his pale complexion contrasts with the dark circles under his eyes, betraying sleepless nights. His hands are long-fingered and slightly trembling, marked by prominent veins.
Monk
secondary
A young monk in his early twenties, slender and pale from hours spent indoors in prayer and study. His clean-shaven face is framed by a neatly tonsured head, with dark circles under his eyes from nights of vigil. His hands are delicate but slightly calloused from labor.
Nobleman
secondary
A middle-aged nobleman of Anglo-Danish descent, with a sturdy build and a well-groomed beard streaked with grey. His sharp, calculating eyes are framed by deep-set wrinkles, and his nose bears the slight crook of an old break. His hands, though clean, show the callouses of a man accustomed to wielding both sword and quill.
Guard
background
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his late thirties with a weathered face and a thick beard. His piercing blue eyes scan the room vigilantly, and his muscular frame is evident even beneath his chainmail. A scar runs diagonally across his left cheek, a testament to past battles.
Dialog
Harold Harefoot
Enough prayers, Abbot. The erfðir is clear—Denmark and England both call for a king.
Abbot
God's time is not man's time, Lord Harold. Even kings must wait upon the Lord's will.
Nobleman
Perhaps... if the Archbishop were consulted? The Witan may see wisdom in swift action.
Harold Harefoot
Wisdom? I need not wisdom—I need the crown my father wore!
Abbot
Dominus vobiscum... Even Solomon sought wisdom before taking up his father's throne.
Nobleman
The northern earls grow restless... A king's peace would calm them.
Harold Harefoot
Then let them see their king standing where their king lies!