Waiting for Golgamoth
The Vipers Camp – A Hill – Evening
A SERPENT WOMAN is standing on a low mound in the centre of the Vipers camp, looking down over the massed VIPERS toward the VIPERS GATE.
Enter A FOP
SW: Nothing to be done.
F: I’m beginning to come round to that opinion.
SW: You should have been a poet.
F: I was (gestures to his apparel) Isn’t it obvious?
<Silence>
(FOP moves to centre of hill)
F: Charming People.
(moves toward the Audience)
F: Inspiring Prospects .
(He turns back)
SW: Lets Go.
F: We can’t.
SW: Why not?
F: We’re waiting for Golgamoth.
(He Smiles)
SW: That would have gone right over most people’s heads.
F: Ah (pause) You’re sure it was here?
SW: What?
F: That we all are to wait.
SW: He said he’d visit the Vipers camp.
F: Are you sure?
SW: What are you insinuating?
F: That we’ve come to the wrong place.
SW: He should be here.
F: He didn’t say for sure he’d come.
SW: And if he doesn’t come?
F: We can all go home tomorrow.
SW: You’re merciless.
F: All right –
<Long Pause>
F: Gogo! Gogo ! Golgamoth!
SW: I was asleep.
F: I remain in the dark.
<pause>
SW: What exactly did you ask him for?
F: Chaos powers.
SW: Then he’d have to think it over.
F: In the quiet of his pit.
SW: Consult his Spawn.
F: His Servants.
SW: His agents.
F: His Spies.
SW: His Tomes.
F: His bank account.
SW: Before taking a decision.
F: It’s the normal thing, Is it not?
SW: I think it is.
F: I think it is too.
SW: (Suddenly) Silence!
F: I hear nothing.
SW: (Raises hand) Hiisssssssssst!
F: (FOP jumps) You gave me a fright!
SW: I thought it was he.
F: Who ?
SW: Golgamoth.
F: Pah- just the wind in the trees.
SW: I could have sworn I heard shouts.
EnterTHE BARON SATURDAYcladin Blue wearing a Straw Wig
F: (looks at the Baron) Is that him?
SW: Who?
F: Golgamoth.
S: I am Saturday!
SW: Not at all.
S: (terrifying voice) I AM SATURDAY!. Saturday! Does that mean nothing to you?
F: No, I’m afraid it doesn’t seem to.
SW: We’re not from these parts sir.
S: You are human beings none the less -as far as I can see.
SW: Hisssssss… not quite.
S: AH! Away! (walks off)
A CHAOSITE enters, clad in black, accompanied by the GENERAL OF THE CHAOS HOST
C: Amphibious Nostrils!!
G: Underwater weaponry!!
(they laugh)
C: Is he here ?
F: Who?
G: Golgamoth!
SW: No.
F: We’re waiting for him.
A RUMOUR arrives. They all look at it attentively
R: Mr Golgamoth told me to tell you that he won’t come to this camp this evening, but will surely appear tonight at the ritual circle.
SW: Well, its not worth waiting now.
The CHAOSITE and CHAOS GENERALLeave
F: Well, shall we go?
SW: Yes, lets go.
<They don’t move>
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
Later, by the ritual circle
F: What do we do now, now we are here?
SW: Wait for Golgamoth.
F: And if he doesn’t come?
SW: We’ll see when the time comes.
<UNDEAD rush from the circle>
U: Why are you standing here?
SW: We have our reasons.
<Undead rush off. There are distant cries of ‘Incantors! To me!’>
SW: All the dead voices.
F: They make a noise like wings.
SW: Like leaves.
F: Like sand.
-Silence-
SW: They all speak together.
F: What do we do now?
SW: Wait for Golgamoth.
(FOP takes off his hat, concentrates) AH! (puts on hat)
F: well, that passed the time
SW: It would have passed anyway.
F: A diversion comes along and what do we do?
SW: We let it go to waste.
F: Come on, lets go to work. (unsheathes sword)
SW: We can’t.
F: Why not?
SW: We’re waiting for Golgamoth.
FOP resheathes sword and looks relieved
SW: We go home tomorrow.
F: Unless Golgamoth comes.
SW: And if he comes?
F: We’ll be saved.
SW: (draws scimitar) Well, shall we go?
F: Yes, lets go.
<they don’t move>
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
Some time later
GIANT DEMON CHAOS LOBSTER arrives, looks around at the empty ritual circle.
GDCL: Burble Burble (waves claws aimlessly)
GIANT DEMON CHAOS LOBSTER leaves.
END
CURTAIN