Sicilian Vespers
A French soldier harasses a young Sicilian noblewoman in the church square during Easter vespers, sparking a violent uprising among the Sicilian locals against their French oppressors.
Setting
The Church of the Holy Spirit in Palermo, Sicily, on the evening of March 30, 1282. The church square is bustling with locals gathering for Easter vespers. The cobblestone streets are lined with modest stone houses, and the church itself stands as a prominent Norman-Arab architectural landmark.
Characters
Blacksmith
primary
A burly, middle-aged Sicilian man with arms thick from years at the forge. His dark beard is streaked with gray, and his hands bear the scars and callouses of his trade. His deep-set eyes burn with quiet intensity beneath heavy brows.
Priest
primary
A middle-aged man of slight build with a gaunt face and deep-set, piercing brown eyes. His thinning dark hair is tonsured in the clerical fashion, and his hands are delicate yet strong from years of holding the scriptures.
Young Noblewoman
secondary
A striking Sicilian noblewoman in her early 20s, with olive skin, dark almond-shaped eyes, and long black hair braided with silk ribbons. She has a slender yet strong build, carrying herself with aristocratic grace despite the tension. Her delicate features are currently contorted in defiance.
French Soldier
secondary
A tall, lean Angevin soldier in his late 20s with unkempt blond hair and a patchy beard. His face shows the weathering of campaign life, with a jagged scar running from his left eyebrow to cheekbone. His stance is deliberately imposing, with one hand always resting on his sword hilt.
Fishwife
background
A stout, middle-aged Sicilian woman with sun-weathered skin, deep wrinkles around her eyes from years of squinting against the Mediterranean sun, and strong, calloused hands from handling fish daily. Her dark hair is streaked with gray and tied back loosely under a scarf, with wisps escaping around her face. Her build is sturdy and muscular from years of labor.
Dialog
French Soldier
What fine stitches for a little Sicilian mouse... Tell me, morsel, did your noble father teach you to sew as well as he taught you to grovel?
Blacksmith
Iron's ready. Bell's rung.
Priest
The Lord sees when the lamb is separated from the flock... and marks when the wolf oversteps his bounds.
French Soldier
Your God seems busy watching peasants starve, priest. I'll keep entertaining myself with this pretty heretic.
Blacksmith
Anvil's been struck once too often.
Priest
The hour is come... and the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners.
French Soldier
Enough of your—