MacSiggyr, aka "The Sartarite Play".

A hallucination in too many acts.

Look, I'm sorry. I put a DVD on while I was sewing, and I was thinking about the Swords plot, and…. These fragments are out of order. They don't all make sense. Some of them grossly libel PCs and NPCs alike. Blame the Bard for writing strong characters and timeless situations. Just don't take any of this as resembling reality, no matter how well it seems to fit.

For comparison, the original

Act 1, scene 1

The three women leave the temple together, out into the baking sun of a desert city in Fire Season.
“You can tell Orlanth’s weak around here. No rain. A good storm would clear the air.”
“Let’s take a look around, anyway. Meet up later?”
“Once the arguments are over,” Kaylee says firmly. “I’ll come back when they’ve sorted out who’s won their silly squabbles.”
“Sunset, then. Back here?”
“That’s what Siggyr wanted.”

And in the background older, darker words whisper.
SCENE I. A desert place.
“When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain?”
”When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won.”
”That will be ere the set of sun.”
”Where the place?”
”Upon the heath”
”There to meet with Macbeth….”

Act 1, scene 2

“Where’s that bloody duck? Maybe he can tell us what the hell he thought the Seventh were doing.”
But Yodi, all too literally a bloody pile of feathers, waves a hand weakly in the direction of one of his men.

“What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.”
“This is the sergeant Who like a good and hardy soldier fought 'Gainst my captivity.
Hail, brave friend! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it.”

“So at this point, when, really, things could have gone either way, Siggyr jumps up at the front, waving his sword like a man possessed. He’s got a dirty great cut across his chest and the blood is all but pouring out of him, but he looks damn near ready to rush the Lunars all the way back as far as Saird. He lets out a yell and charges, and all of us run with him. Honestly, the safest place on the battlefield at that point looked to be right behind wherever Siggyr was – I kid you not.”

“Doubtful it stood;…
… brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion carved out his passage
…Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,..”

“So just as we thought we’d dealt with the first lot – and a damn close thing it was, too! the reinforcements arrived. Just what we needed..”

“And your ten-thanes ordered a retreat?”

“Come on – the Seventh knows how to face real horrors. We retreat from ordinary Lunars the way Telmori retreat from a rabbit attack.”

…. the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men Began a fresh assault.

“Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?” ”Yes; As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.

Act 1, scene 3

The temple is crowded, stifling even in the comparative cool of dusk. Not just the Humakti you might have expected, but spectators. Some seem to be making bets on something. A heavy footfall outside, and a hasty whisper -“Dice away! Siggyr’s here.”

“Bloody hell. Where did all this lot come from? Should make for a good evening in some ways, but we could use more space.”

“And women just watching? Is that seemly?” Western prejudices are hard to drop.

“Jamal old son, you should know better by now than to call an Axe Maiden a woman.”

The greetings, and whispers, continue.
“Ten-thane, sir”. A respectful nod.
“Acting Hundred-thane, sir” A little too obsequious, and the dice and meadskin aren’t quite hidden well enough.
And the whispers. “Thinks he’s next thing to Warlord, he does…”

A stern glare silences them. "We have a Hundred-thane. I may be acting for him at present, but Yodi is still very much alive. And as for that idiot at the back..." He shakes his head despairingly. "Lord Illig will be here soon, so smarten yourselves up, and try to distinguish fantasy from reality?"

“A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come.”

“So foul and fair a day I have not seen”

“What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire,That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
you should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.”

“All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!”

By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis; But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor

"Until Yodi recovers, Siggyr is confirmed as acting Hundred-thane for the Seventh."

"He's that badly injured?" On the surface, Siggyr is concerned for his commander's health, but there's a gleam of speculation in his eye.

He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!

The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me In borrow'd robes?

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir.

Act 1 scene 4

“In my absence, Yodi is acting warleader.”

Glances are exchanged between the other officers. As politics go, that is an interesting choice. Yodi might not be recovered enough to fight, but to command - oh, yes. Not that the Legion is used to being led from the rear.

And you whose places are the nearest, know
We will establish our estate upon
Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
The Prince of Cumberland;

The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step
On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
For in my way it lies.

Act 1 scene 5

“Siggyr? No, he’s made hundred-thane, but that’s as far as he’ll get. He’s too soft for Warlord. Still like he was as a kid, dreaming about puppies and poetry. He’d like to go higher, but he won’t have the nerve.”

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way:
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it:

"Hundred Thane, legionnaires - greetings!" says Siggyr in a rousing voice. "You will be pleased to hear that Lord Illig shall be with us within the day.

“My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night.”
”And when goes hence?”
”To-morrow, as he purposes.”
”O, never Shall sun that morrow see!”

And let's stop there. And stop me watching any more Shakespeare. Quick, before Siggyr and Seledd murder Illig and frame Yodi for it, then Siggyr pays to have Jamal assassinated (but misses Abul), Yodi does a runner and comes back with a lot of Lunar and elven support, and we learn some surprising things about someone's parentage. (Though Macduff doesn't seem to have been cast yet).

Next DVD in the queue is Henry V. Better?

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