Monologue

The Chisera Monologue from The Arrow-Maker: A Drama in Three Acts

From The Arrow-Maker: A Drama in Three Acts by Mary Austin

female · dramatic · 1:30 min

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Not since this latest word, but yesterday he bid me prepare a strong medicine, for he thought the election would be made by lot. But I did not tell him, O Much Desired, that I had already made medicine a night and a day to let the choice fall on you. A day and a night by Deer Leap on Toorape, where never foot but mine had been, I made medicine, and the answer is sure. (SIMWA: That I shall get the leadership?) When have the gods denied me anything that I asked for your sake, Arrow-Maker of Sagharawite? (SIMWA: The Padahoon hunts on a cold trail, and there is nothing for me to do?) Beloved, there is much to do, for before the shadow which lies between my feet has grown tall again, I must make medicine for the sake of this war; and I have spent so much on you, the power goes from me. Now, you must put your hand upon my heart, and nurse it warm, so that the people lack nothing of their Chisera.

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30s · determination · power · fate · love · war

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