Setting
Inside the simple stone chapel of Iona Abbey, a modest but sacred space with a high wooden roof and thick stone walls. The chapel is dimly lit, with a small window allowing the last golden light of the evening to filter in. The air is thick with the scent of burning beeswax candles and the faint aroma of incense. The deathbed of Saint Columba is placed near the altar, surrounded by his devoted monks.
Characters
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Saint Columba
primary
An elderly man with a gaunt, ascetic face framed by a long white beard. His piercing blue eyes, though dimmed by age and illness, still hold a spark of spiritual fire. His hands, now frail, bear the calluses of a lifetime of labor and prayer.
Brother Diarmait
primary
A senior monk with a weathered face, deep-set eyes that reflect years of devotion, and a lean frame from a life of asceticism. His hands are rough from manual labor but gentle in their touch.
Brother Baithéne
secondary
A younger monk with a slender frame and fair, slightly freckled skin. His light brown hair is cropped short in the monastic tonsure, and his blue eyes are red-rimmed from weeping.
Brother Comgall
secondary
An elderly monk with a deeply lined face, his white hair thinning but still forming a faint halo around his tonsure. His hands are gnarled from years of labor and prayer, but his posture remains upright with quiet dignity.
Brother Ernán
background
A thin, wiry man with a slightly hunched posture from years spent bent over manuscripts. His hands are ink-stained, and his eyes are sharp with focus despite the emotional weight of the moment.
Dialog
Saint Columba
Mo chlann, do bheith agaibhse, mo bheannacht agus mo ghrá... Mar a thug Dia domh, bheith agaibhse.
Brother Diarmait
A Athair naofa, ná fág sinn gan treoir... Cé a bheas mar threoraí dár gcroíthe nuair a imeoidh tú linn?
Saint Columba
A Dhiarmait, mo mhac... Críost a bheas libh. Ní mise a thug treoraíocht daoibh, ach Eisean tríom.
Brother Diarmait
Ach conas a bheas ar ár gcumas do chuid oibre a chur ar aghaidh gan do threoir?
Saint Columba
An Spiorad Naomh... Beidh seisean mar theagascóir daoibh... Mar a bhí riamh.
Brother Diarmait
A Athair... tá an solas ag dul as...
Saint Columba
Ná bíodh eagla oraibh... Tá mo lá... tagtha.