Setting
The royal bedchamber in the Lombard palace of Pavia, a large rectangular room with high wooden beams and thick stone walls. The space is dominated by a massive canopied bed with embroidered hangings, surrounded by clusters of courtiers and warriors standing in hushed groups. Narrow arched windows let in the fading evening light.
Characters
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King Authari
primary
A tall, once-powerful Lombard warrior in his late 30s, now emaciated from illness. His once-thick blond hair is matted with sweat, framing a face with sharp Germanic features—high cheekbones, a strong jaw now slack with weakness, and piercing blue eyes clouded with pain. His skin has a grayish pallor, and his breathing is labored.
Queen Theodelinda
primary
A woman in her late twenties with a statuesque Bavarian build, pale complexion, and piercing blue eyes that now shimmer with unshed tears. Her golden hair, typically braided in intricate Germanic styles, is partially loose around her shoulders in disarray.
Lombard Noble
secondary
A tall, broad-shouldered warrior in his late forties, with a weathered face marked by a prominent scar running from his left temple to his jawline. His thick, dark beard is streaked with gray, and his piercing blue eyes watch the scene with quiet intensity. His hands, calloused from years of wielding a sword, rest tensely on the hilt of his weapon.
Bavarian Attendant
secondary
A young woman in her early twenties, slight of build with fair skin and honey-colored braids peeking from beneath her headscarf. Her blue eyes are red-rimmed from weeping, and she clutches a small wooden cross at her throat.
Priest
background
A middle-aged Christian priest with a gaunt face and deep-set eyes, his thinning brown hair parted in the center and cut short in the clerical style. His sunken cheeks and ascetic appearance suggest a life of fasting and devotion. His hands are rough from years of labor and prayer, clutching a wooden crucifix with visible reverence.
Dialog
King Authari
Listen... my words are few now. The sword's edge comes... as it must. But let no man... divide our people—Lombard and Bavarian alike.
Queen Theodelinda
Ach, mein Licht... my light, do not speak of endings now! The Lord wills— He wills...
Lombard Noble
The king speaks wisely. Unity must be preserved... in the Lombard way.
King Authari
By Wodan's oath... swear to me, both of you! The crown... must not become a bone for dogs to fight over.
Queen Theodelinda
I swear by the Holy Cross and my ancestors' ashes—your will shall be my compass, beloved.
Lombard Noble
The warriors' assembly will decide what is proper. We follow our laws, not foreign customs.
King Authari
Then hear... my last edict. Let my queen... live freely... and choose.