Setting
Parliament Hall, Edinburgh, Scotland. A grand stone hall with high vaulted ceilings and narrow stained glass windows that cast colored light onto the floor. The hall is filled with rows of wooden benches arranged in a semi-circle facing a raised dais where the presiding officials sit. The walls are adorned with tapestries depicting Scottish history and heraldic banners.
Characters
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Lord James Stewart
primary
A tall, lean man in his late 20s with sharp features and piercing blue eyes. His reddish-brown beard is neatly trimmed, and his posture exudes confidence. His hands are calloused from sword practice, and he carries himself with the bearing of a nobleman accustomed to command.
Bishop of St. Andrews
primary
A tall, gaunt man in his late 50s with a sharply angular face, deep-set piercing eyes, and thin lips that often press together in disapproval. His silver hair is cropped short in the clerical tonsure, and his pale complexion suggests a life spent more in study and prayer than outdoors.
Earl of Argyll
secondary
A middle-aged nobleman with a sturdy build, sharp features, and piercing blue eyes. His auburn hair is streaked with grey, tied back in a simple but dignified manner. His beard is neatly trimmed, and his face bears the marks of a life spent both in court and in the field.
Scribe
background
A middle-aged man with a lean build, sharp features, and ink-stained fingers. His short, dark hair is slightly disheveled from hours of work, and his eyes are keen but weary from constant writing.
Guard Captain
background
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his late 30s with a weathered face, a thick brown beard streaked with gray, and piercing blue eyes that constantly scan the room. His hands are calloused from years of wielding weapons, and he stands with the disciplined posture of a seasoned soldier.
Dialog
Lord James Stewart
Shall we remain vassals to a foreign power, or stand as free Scots under God's own sky? This treaty is our nation's birthright!
Bishop of St. Andrews
Perditio tua ex te, Israel! Your destruction comes from yourselves! You tear Christ's seamless garment as Judas tore his robes!
Lord James Stewart
We seek no destruction, my lord bishop, only to sweep away the cobwebs of corruption that obscure true worship.
Bishop of St. Andrews
By what authority do you, a bastard-born noble, presume to judge Christ's holy church?
Lord James Stewart
By the authority of every honest Scot who chafes under Rome's greedy hand!
Bishop of St. Andrews
This is no reformation, but rebellion! When Queen Mary returns from France, she shall sweep your heresies into the sea!
Lord James Stewart
Then let history judge whether we stood for Scotland's soul or for Rome's gold.