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By Peter S. Beagle
Readers Theater Edition #38
Adapted for readers theater (or readers theatre) by Aaron Shepard, from Peter S.
Beagles book The Last Unicorn, Viking, New York, 1968
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www.aaronshep.com/rt
Story copyright 1968 Peter S. Beagle. Script copyright 1993, 2005 Aaron
Shepard. Produced by permission of Peter S. Beagle. Scripts in this series are free
and may be copied, shared, and performed for any noncommercial purpose, except
they may not be posted online without permission.
PREVIEW: A magician on a quest is waylaid by a band of not-quite-legendary
outlaws.
(spits on ground in
CAPTAIN CULLY:
(grins, lays an
arm across MOLLYs shoulders, then
to SCHMENDRICK) Ah, thats only the
way of Molly Grue. She guards me
better than I do myself. I am
CAPTAIN CULLY:
MOLLY)
Enough!
strangers!
(roaring at
Not
before
(spins to face
SCHMENDRICK:
(taken aback) I
dont know. Is there more than one?
CAPTAIN CULLY:
(glowing) Aye,
indeed! (calling) Willie Gentle! Willie
Gentle! Where is the lad?
NARRATOR 1: A skinny, lank-haired
youth shambled up.
CAPTAIN CULLY: (to Willie) Recite
one of my exploits for the
gentleman. Tell the one about how
you joined my band. Ive not heard it
since Tuesday last.
WILLIE GENTLE:
throat)
Twas Captain
home
Cully
(sighs, clears
came
riding
Very
nice.
on
NARRATOR 2:
Cullys loosened
sword clacked in its sheath as he
turned from side to side. His face
suddenly seemed as pale and weary
as a used lemon drop.
CAPTAIN CULLY:
(winces) Molly!
(looks sidelong at SCHMENDRICK
and in a low, worried voice to him)
They can still be folk ballads, cant
they, Mr. Child? After all
SCHMENDRICK:
Really, Im not.
MOLLY
GRUE:
(quietly
remembering) I sent a tapestry to
the judging, once. It came in fourth.
Fifth. It showed a knight at vigil.
Everyone was doing vigils, that year.
(starts crying softly)
NARRATOR 2:
scrubbing her
knuckles.
And so I will.
NARRATOR 2:
Cully brightened
then, and called to his men,
CAPTAIN CULLY:
room!
NARRATOR 1:
Cully
impatiently, and Jack Jingly
but it startled the magician
the disappointment in Molly
restless eyes.
smiled
dozed,
to see
Grues
DICK FANCY:
Robin! Robin! Mr.
Hood, sir! Wait for me! (rushes off)
WILLIE GENTLE:
And for me!
Robin! Marian! Wait! (rushes off)
NARRATOR 2: The man and the
woman had passed from sight, but
every man of Cullys band, save only
Jack Jingly and the captain himself,
rose and ran off to the clearings
edgetripping and trampling one
anotherthen went crashing into the
woods after the shining archers.
CAPTAIN CULLY:
(calling after
them) Fools! Fools and children! It
was a lie, like all magic! There is no
such person as Robin Hood!
MOLLY GRUE: (softly) Nay, Cully,
you have it backward. Theres no
such person as you, or me, or any of
us. Robin and Marian are real, and
we are the lie. (calling) Wait! Wait!
NARRATOR 1: She ran on like the
others, leaving Captain Cully and
Jack Jingly to stand in the trampled
firelight and listen to the magicians
soft laughter.