Death of Bernard of Clairvaux
Bernard of Clairvaux, the revered Cistercian abbot and theologian, lies on his deathbed in the infirmary of Clairvaux Abbey. His fellow monks gather around him, whispering prayers and administering la
Setting
A dimly lit infirmary within Clairvaux Abbey, its stone walls lined with simple wooden cots. The room is small, with narrow arched windows allowing the last golden light of the setting sun to filter through. The air is heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs and damp stone.
Characters
Bernard of Clairvaux
primary
An elderly man in his early 60s, gaunt and frail from prolonged illness, with sunken cheeks and a prominent nose. His wispy white hair is unevenly cropped in the monastic tonsure, and his pale skin is stretched thin over sharp bones. His hands, resting on the coarse woolen blanket, are skeletal with prominent veins.
Brother Infirmarian
primary
A thin, middle-aged monk with wiry arms and calloused hands from years of preparing herbs. His face is deeply lined with worry and fatigue, his dark eyes sunken from sleepless vigils. A prominent vein pulses at his temple as he works.
Abbot's Assistant
secondary
A senior monk of Clairvaux Abbey, the Abbot's Assistant is a tall, gaunt man in his late fifties, with a deeply lined face that speaks of years of ascetic living and contemplation. His hands are long and delicate, accustomed to the meticulous work of scribing and administering sacraments. His eyes are pale, almost translucent in the dim infirmary light, reflecting both wisdom and weariness.
Novice
secondary
A slender youth of approximately 16 years, with delicate features still soft with childhood's roundness. His close-cropped brown hair reveals a tonsure in its earliest stages. Large, watery blue eyes dominate his pale face, reddened from silent weeping. His hands tremble slightly around the candle he holds.
Dialog
Bernard of Clairvaux
Ecce... quam bonum... quam iucundum... (Behold how good... how pleasant...)
Brother Infirmarian
The humors are unbalanced, Reverend Father. Allow me to apply this...
Bernard of Clairvaux
Non opus est medicis... sed amantibus. (No need for physicians... only lovers.) This dying slave seeks only the Bridegroom's embrace...
Brother Infirmarian
The feverfew will ease the burning, if you permit...
Bernard of Clairvaux
Osculetur me osculo oris sui... (Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth)... The Song... the Song completes...
Brother Infirmarian
Sancte Bernarde... the brothers gather in the choir. Shall I...?
Bernard of Clairvaux
Iam non dicam servos... sed amicos. (No longer do I call you servants... but friends.) Tell them... tell them...