Reverse angle, looking up
as Fifth Cleric continues his work. First Cleric
comes into view, silhouetted against the sky with his robes flowing in the breeze.
First Cleric wrote: How many?
Fifth Cleric wrote: Eight so far. Ye think he's watching?
Close-up on Fifth Cleric
First Cleric wrote: Watching?
, who makes a sly upwards gesture with his eyes. First Cleric continues.
First Cleric wrote: Always he watches. The question is what he sees.
Fifth Cleric wrote: The question is what He's showing us.
on the group gathering around.
Third Scribe wrote:The question is what we see.
Sixth Herald wrote:The question is why? What does it mean?
First Cleric wrote:The question is why aren't you working? The sea may return soon, there's not much Time.
The group disperses and goes back to work unearthing these mysterious slabs. First Cleric reaches into his robes and removes the whirly geegaw from one of the folds. He contemplates it.
First Cleric wrote:Lunch will have to wait.
First Cleric looks around, puts the geegaw back into his pocket, and strides purposefully along the shore.Extreme close-up:
First Cleric's foot hitting something sticking out of the mud. The camera quickly tilts up at a cockeyed angle
to catch First Cleric's face as he tumbles forward.Close-up on First Cleric's face hitting the mud.
He lifts his face up, and we can see the rest of First Cleric splatted in the muck of the shore.
First Cleric wrote:Ch*rping mustard!
First Cleric rises, covered in mud, and looks around.The camera trucks back and pans around
showing everyone quietly at work unearthing slabs. Nobody seems to have noticed.Close-up: First Cleric examines the object of his downfall.
An angular corner of a slab is sticking out of the mud where his toes had hit. First Cleric tugs at it to no avail; it is firmly stuck in the mud. He looks around again, and shouts to the rest of the crew.
Reverse angle: Ninth Cleric
First Cleric wrote:Over here! This one's stuck.
appears behind First Cleric.
Ninth Cleric wrote:So, you're the one burying them, I see!
First Cleric wrote:Give me a hand with this, would you?
Ninth Cleric wrote:The Pope could lift that up with a stern look.
First Cleric wrote:Well, I'm going to at least need Holy Water.
Ninth Cleric wrote:It's buried in Holy Water.
First Cleric wrote:Yeah, that's why I need your help.
A crowd is gathering, as if for a schoolyard fight. The camera pulls back.
Ninth Cleric wrote:To dig up wallpaper?
Sixth Herald wrote:To find secret messages?
Third Scribe wrote:To replace scrolls with slabs?
Fifth Cleric wrote:This whole thing's a bleedin' joke! The Great Lord Randall just blinked at us from up above and is drainin' the sea. I say it's time for a Long Pint.
Close up on First Cleric, who looks around, commandingly.
First Cleric wrote:I find your lack of faith disturbing. It is not the Pope that does Great Things, for he can do nothing without our faith. And it is not us who do great things, for our faith is nothing if it is not in the One True Author. And though it may seem heresy to say so, the One True Author is manifest in his Holy Works, that is to say, us. The Pope, the scribes, the heralds, all of us. And that includes me, though not because of who I am, but because of who He made me be.
Faint music is heard in the background, growing in intensity during his speech.
continuing, First Cleric wrote:All of you are here, only because He made you be. These slabs are here for us to find, because He made them so. The sky above, and the Great Wonder of His Eye, are here because the One True Author decreed that it be that way. Perhaps, if we have faith and follow the Commandments, we may one day find Enlightenment, and come to know why it is that he made it be so.
First Cleric looks skywards for a moment. He then looks straight at Ninth Cleric.
continuing, First Cleric wrote:I asked for aid, and was mocked in return. This is what the One True Author decreed, and so you are forgiven. You shall all have your Long Pint, but only when you truly come to believe, for as the Long Pint starts out in the mind of the One True Author, it also ends there.
First Cleric walks up to the protruding slab. We now notice that his garments are now clean; during the speech they have gradually shed their mud. He reaches out with his arm, and makes a gesture to rise. The music swells as the slab rises out of the muck, and is washed in a spray of what could only be Holy Water appearing out of thin air. The slab clearly depicts a gate in bas relief against a grassy backdrop, and as it turns slowly in midair we can see ancient runes that are carved into the back.
Fifth Cleric wrote:Blimey! Will you look at that!
Sixth Herald wrote:What does it say?
Third Scribe wrote:I have no idea.
First Cleric lowers his arms slowly, and the slab, now glowing brightly, descends gently to earth. The others are stunned.
First Cleric wrote:You know what to do. I will tell The Pope myself; this can't be trusted to Shoe.
First Cleric turns and walks out of frame, leaving a wide shot in which we can see the other slabs that had been recovered are also glowing. In the mud there are also other spots that are glowing faintly. There is a great rushing sound, as if from the sea, and everyone turns to look, but the sea is as it was.
Sixth Herald wrote:I've heard that sound before.
Eighth Herald wrote:Yeah. It always makes me nervous.