Showing posts with label Our Lady. Show all posts
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Saturday 23 February 2019

A Natural Aptitude for Nosiness + Gossip

Very handy undercover. 
Set a Woman to catch a Woman.

A cunning ruse, using your innate aptitude for Nosiness and Gossip



Graham Loves His Hat


Mistress BECKA SAVAGE :
You will be punished for your interference!
The Trials are sacred.
They are The Will of God!

WILLA:
Is she alive?

(Yasmin checks for a pulse in her neck and shakes her head.)

Our Lady :
I'm sorry.

Mistress BECKA SAVAGE:
Now we have no way of knowing if Mother Twiston was a witch or not.
Guards, whip these wanderers off this bank, and then seize Willa Twiston.
We can take no chances.

Our Lady :
Leave her alone.
I'd bet my life neither of these women are witches.
But you, Mistress Savage are, without question, a murderer.

Mistress BECKA SAVAGE :
Who are you to address me this way?

Our Lady :
I'll tell you Who I Am.

(Checks her trouser pockets then turns to search her coat.)

Our Lady : 

Sorry, one sec.

(She hold the psychic paper up to Becka.)

Mistress BECKA SAVAGE :
Witchfinder General?


Our Lady :
That's right. 

Witchfinder General, with my crack team, taking over this village.
Right, gang?

The Elder :
Yeah, cos 

you are in Special Measures.

Our Lady :
Now do you recognise our authority?

Mistress BECKA SAVAGE :
(dropping a very small curtsey)
I do beg your pardon, Mistress Witchfinder.
Please, come to my home.
We must talk in private.

(The guards sheathe their swords.)

Our Lady :
If you swear not to hurt that girl, or anyone else.

Mistress BECKA SAVAGE :
If that is your wish, you have The Command.

Our Lady :
Everybody, go home.
This trial is over.

WILLA:
I have to bury her.

(The masked figure has seen everything.)








KING JAMES :
Madam, I have come to your rescue.

(Then removes his mask.)

Mistress BECKA SAVAGE :
King James!
Your Majesty.


KING JAMES :
You may prostrate yourselves before me, God's chosen ruler and Satan's greatest foe come to vanquish the scourge of witchcraft across the land.

Forgive The Mask.

I have enemies everywhere and have to travel incognito.
Also, I rather like The Drama.

What a peculiar ragbag of folks.
And those garments.
Are you actors?

Our Lady :
We're your witchfinders, sire, as we explained to Mistress Savage.

(The Doctor holds out the psychic paper.)

KING JAMES :

Witchfinder's Assistant?

(to Graham)

So you must be The Witchfinder General.

Our Lady :
What!?

(Starts examining the Psychic Paper)

Mistress BECKA SAVAGE :
No, she said she was.

KING JAMES :
A woman could never be The General.

Our Lady :
Silly me.
Must've got all confused.
Mustn't I, Boss?

The Elder :
Er, yeah, that's me, sire.
North West Division, promoted from Essex.

KING JAMES :
And these are your underlings.

The Elder :
It's err... very flat team structure.
We all have our areas of expertise.

KING JAMES :
Even the wee lassie?

Our Lady :
Even me.
Very handy undercover.
Set a woman to catch a woman.

KING JAMES :
A cunning ruse, using your innate aptitude for Nosiness and Gossip.
And what is your field of expertise, My Nubian prince?

The Youth :
Er...

KING JAMES :
Torture?

The Youth :
Me?
Er... paperwork mostly, Your Majesty.

KING JAMES :
Paper. How fascinating.
We should talk.

But first, Madam, word has reached me of your battle against Satan, your crusade against witchcraft.
But what I saw today convinced me you need assistance.

Our Lady :
That's what we've just been saying...

KING JAMES :
Hold your tongue, lassie.
Stick to snooping and leave the strategy to your King.
This is no time for The Weak.

Satan preys on The Innocent, even while they sleep.
Together, we must purify your land, starting with the grandchild of the witch you tried today.
A fine plan, is it not?

Mistress BECKA SAVAGE :
A genius plan, Your Majesty.
Together we shall save the souls of my people from Satan,
even if it means killing them all.








SECRETARY: 
So, Mister Pink, did you have a good weekend? 

DANNY
The Pink Soldier : 
Yeah, I did, thanks. 

SECRETARY: 
Yeah, I'll bet you did. 
What did you get up to? 

DANNY
The Pink Soldier : 
Er, you know. 
A bit of reading. 

SECRETARY: 
Oh, I bet you were reading. 

DANNY
The Pink Soldier : 
I was, yeah. 

SECRETARY:
 Yeah, I bet you were. 

DANNY
The Pink Soldier : 
Well, yeah, I was. 

SECRETARY:
 I know your type. 

(A schoolgirl is listening at the public counter.)

COURTNEY: 
She wishes. 

SECRETARY: 
Be quiet, you. 

Sunday 17 February 2019

Aaron

Aaron is the name of The Patriarch, 
who gets everything wrong.

God made him 
A Priest




Pharaoh :
It's True, The Hittite Army has 16,000 troops camped outside Kadesh. 
What's less clear is why


Prince Rameses :
The Hittites are trying 
to cross The Border. 
Obviously. What else would They be doing? 


Anticipating an invasion by us, according to our information. 


They think we are... 
preparing an attack, 
which we are not

What I don't want to do, 
and won't do, is sit here... 
And wait until we're 
fighting Hittite armies 
outside the palace walls. 
Come.


What do the entrails say? 

They don't "say" anything. 
They imply
And that's open to interpretation

So, interpret them —
We'll Win or We Won't
in a preemptive attack? 
It's a Yes or a No

And it's not clear. 
But Something Else is
In The Battle, 
A Leader will be Saved, 
and His Saviour 
will someday lead. 


Then the entrails should also say that we will abandon reason, 
and be guided by omens. 

Great Sekhmet, 
Pharaoh Drinks in Your Name, 
and Prays for Victory 
over The Hittites at Kadesh. 

Your first order of business when the time comes, you retire her. 

I will. I don't know why my father hasn't. 

But, just in case - 
If you see me in any real danger out there, ride the other way. 
I'm serious. 


When I look at you, I still see the two boys who grew up together, close as brothers. 

If, for any reason you ever forget that... 
Let these remind you. 
Long enough to be effective from horseback, 
not so long that you trip over them.

This is his. 
You've got mine. 

That's right. That's how I want it. 


You have each other's, to keep each other safe. 
Promise me you'll do that... always. 

 






Treat me like a fool...

Elvis' Dead Twin Brother was Aaron Presley.

Vernon and Gladys named their surviving son Elvis Aron Presley, so that their son would always remember the duties and responsibility placed upon him to live TWO Lives for the Second Soul he was born into This World.

The King has TWO SOULS - See Richard II

The King took up residence in Memphis, building his Palace upon a Land of Grace.



[The Palace of GRACE]
 


The Elder:
Whoops.
 
The Elder: 
You've landed on my chair!
 
Our Lady: 
Sorry.
 
The Elder :
You've broke my chair!
 
Our Lady : 
Well, if you will leave chairs around the place.
 
The Elder : 
This is my front room!

 
Our Lady : 
Where's your kitchen? 
I just need to get some eggs 
to check the protein alignments in the goo.
 
(Graham points, and the doorbell rings.)

Our Lady :
 
Oh! Is that your intruder alert or mine?
 
Orion : 
It's the doorbell.

Our Lady : 
Oh yeah. Sorry.

(Graham opens the front door.)

The Elder : 
No.

(And shuts it again.)

Orion : 
Who was it?

GRAHAM:
 
Wrong number.

(Doorbell.)

Our Lady:
 Intruder alert again?

The Elder:
 
It's a doorbell.

Orion :
 
I'll go tell 'em to go away.

The Elder :
 
No, Ryan. Oh.

The Damesel:
 
Is everything all right?

The Elder :
 
Not really, Yaz, no.

(Ryan opens the front door, then comes into the front room, followed by an older man.)

The Damsel :
 
Ryan, you okay?
 
Orion: 
This is Yaz and The Doctor.
 
AARON,
The Patriarch Who Gets Everything Wrong : 
Hi.

Orion: 
This is me Dad.

Our Lady + The Damsel : 
Oh.
 
AARON: 
Graham.
 
Our Lady : 
Hi, Ryan's Dad.
 
AARON,
The Patriarch Who Gets Everything Wrong : 
Aaron.

(He holds out his hand.)

Our Lady : 
You weren't at Grace's funeral.

AARON,

The Patriarch Who Gets Everything Wrong :
No.

Our Lady : 
Ryan waited for you. 
You let him down.
(Long pause.)

AARON,

The Patriarch Who Gets Everything Wrong :
I was thinking maybe we could grab a coffee.

Orion: 

Er, yeah, right. Er, sure. 
Er, is it all right if we er...? 
We're just gonna go... 
(to Graham) Is that okay if er...?

The Damsel: 

If you're needing somewhere to go, 
café around the corner's open.

Orion : 
Yeah. Yeah, good shout, good shout. 
I'll just get me coat.
The Elder:
Aaron, can I have a word?

(Graham and Aaron follow Ryan out of the room.)
 

Our Lady : 
Ryan's Dad.

The Damsel: 

It's complicated.

Our Lady :
 

Yeah. Dads are, so I've heard.
(In the hallway.)

The Elder : 
So, why are you here?

AARON :
 
New Year's Day. 
Turning over a new leaf.

The Elder :
 
Right, well, er, be gentle. 
He's been through a lot.
 
AARON : 
I know.

The Elder :
 
No, You Don't.
 You have no idea.

AARON: 
I just want me and him to be family again.

The Elder : 
Family isn't just about DNA, Aaron, or a name. 
It's about what you do. 

And you haven't done enough.

Orion : 
We off, then? 
See you later, Gramps.

AARON:
 
Gramps?

GRAHAM:
 
See you later, Son.



[Café]

(Aaron is trying to sell a Matsoki microwave to the owner, and Ryan is fed up.)

AARON: 
But this one's a combination. 
Microwave and full oven. 
Both functions are the best quality you can get. 
I swear, this is the best you can have.

MAN: 

Sorry, not for me, mate.

(Aaron and his box return to the table.)

Orion: 

This is a new thing you're doing?

AARON: 

Only so long a man can work offshore.

RYAN: Given up being on the rigs?

AARON: 

Let's just say I've been examining my life choices lately. I'm not sure if this is the answer.

Orion: 

Get them online, can't you?

AARON: 

Yeah. Yes. Yes, except for this one. It's actually really good. 
A mate of mine makes it. 
I helped him with some of the specs. It's the best working oven you can get. 
But I make it sound like a con, so maybe I'm not cut out for that. 
Maybe it's back to engineering. 

We'll see. 

So, how you been doing?
 
RYAN: 
Seriously? 
That's where you start?
 
AARON: 
What?
 
Orion : 
That's all you got? 
How do you think I'm doing?
 
AARON: 
I know it's been hard for both of us.
 
Orion: 
Okay, stop. I don't care how it's been for you. This ain't about us commiserating with each other. This is about you making things right.
 
AARON: 
This how you talk to your dad?
 
Orion : 
I don't know cos he ain't been around. 
So don't come walking back in demanding respect, cos that ain't where we are.
 
AARON: 
What do you need me to say, hmm? Because I want to say it.
 
RYAN: 
Okay. You say, 
Ryan,  I'm sorry. 

I've messed up. 
I haven't been good enough. 
I've let you down a lot. 

And I know that's made life hard for you. 
And if it meant that over the years, you ever felt lonely or abandoned or didn't know where to turn or who to talk to or how to be. 
Then I'm sorry. Cos... 

'Cos you mustn't ever think that you didn't deserve my love.
 
AARON: 
You didn't ever think that..? 

Yeah. Why wouldn't you? 

Okay, listen. Here's what you find out when you get older. 

There are things you've done in your life to others, the decisions you've made maybe when things were difficult, and you get it wrong. 

But by the time you realise you got it wrong, it's too late. 

You can't fix it because the damage is done. 
And so you run cos you're too ashamed to make it right. 
That's what I did.
 
RYAN: 
No. You hid when I needed you. First Mum, then Nan.
 
AARON: 
I'm not hiding any more.



[Graham's home]

(Ryan and Aaron are back, with the microwave.)
RYAN: Hello? It's us.
AARON: I need to use the... you know.
RYAN: Dad, you know you can say toilet, you know.



[Graham's home]

(Graham returns with a jar of Sainsbury' peanut butter.)
 
GRAHAM: 
Where'd they go?
 
AARON: 
Did they take the cabinet?
 
GRAHAM: 
They've gone without me.




[Graham's home]


(Graham carries in a plastic storage box, not a Really Useful one, I have to say.)

GRAHAM: 
Since you're here.
 
AARON: 
What's this?

GRAHAM: 
Have a look.
 
(Child's paintings, toys.)
 
GRAHAM: 
When my mum died, my dad got rid of all her things super quick. 
He couldn't bear to have it in the house. 
She's gone now and that's the end of it, that's what he said. 

Funny old bloke, my dad. 
Course, now I realise that was his way of dealing with it. 

When your mum died, I had to go through all her stuff.
 
AARON: 
But this is all mine.

GRAHAM: 
Yeah, I know. She kept it all. 
She once said to me, if anyone ever asks about me after I'm gone, you tell them I was lucky. 

Tell them 
I gave someone life, 
and I watched 'em grow, and I was proud.

Why didn't you come, Aaron? 
Not for your mum or for Ryan, but for yourself.

AARON: 
I don't know. Maybe I thought if I wasn't there, she wasn't gone. I wish I was better at life, Graham.

GRAHAM: 
Well, there's still time.


[TARDIS]

Our Lady : 
Oh, huge heat signal, and a non-terrestrial form moving away from it fast. 
I'm on its tail. 
Sorry, The TARDIS isn't designed for these short hops.

(A jolt makes a certain cardboard box slide across the floor.)

Our Lady : 
A microwave? 
Who brought a microwave with them?
 
AARON: 
It's actually an oven and a microwave.

Our Lady : 
Nice.

AARON: 
What is this place?

RYAN: 
This is where I've been since Nan died. 
Travelling the universe with these guys.

YASMIN: 
Even if we track this Dalek thing, how do we stop it?

Our Lady :
 I'm still working on that.

MITCH: The Custodians managed it. If we take the same approach as those drawings.

LIN: 
Those documents aren't reliable, Mitch.

MITCH: 
Except all the rumours have proved to be true. It's shown here.

RYAN: 
Short version. 
Alien psychopath, in its own tank, trying to bring loads more to Earth. 
I guess this is how they attacked it last time.
 
AARON: 
What's it made of?

Our Lady : 
Remnants of its original shell, patched up with all sorts of spare parts. Mainly metal.

AARON: 
We can use my oven.
 
RYAN:
 It's not going to fit in there.

AARON: 
That's not what I meant. Help me break it up.

(An alarm sounds.)

Our Lady : 
That Dalek's moving fast but where's it going?

AARON: 
Ryan, help me get the element out.

RYAN: 
Why?

AARON: 
It's metal.

Our Lady : 
Oh, you're good, Ryan's Dad. 
You're almost making up for your parenting deficit. 

Thursday 14 February 2019

RING



“Clearly, you’ve never made an omelette.”
- Ultron 

(Who Doesn’t Eat, and was born Yesterday.)

[ So, y’know — neither has he. ]

{ That’s Actually The Joke. }


First you break something,
Then you make a solution,
Then you craft something,
Then you resolve it —
And then you break it again.

And then you have made a RING.














See Doctor Who : The Demons of The Punjab — 
it's not always just a circle
or closed-loop in Space .... 

It's also an Alchemic circle of TIME: • Breaking • Dissolution • Making • Resolution / Coagulation • Breaking • Yasmin Kahn, The Damsel in Our Lady's Fam receives as a bequest from her beloved elderly Granny, a broken wristwatch with a smashed face, who tells her that it was a memento and a wedding present from the time when she was the first woman ever married in Pakistan, a story Yaz has never heard before and realises cannot relate to her Grandfather and the Family History She THINKS she knows — Breaking Yaz then surmises, (correctly, it turns out) that her Granny must have had a secret first marriage, which she knows the date and location for - a village outside of Lahore on Partition Day, 1947, and asks Our Lady, The Doctor for permission to visit that moment in time, and learn the hidden deeper Truth of her family heritage - as such, she and her Fam end up (annonymously or psudononymously participating in the secret marriage, with The Doctor officiatiate between the happy, yet doomed Hindu-Muslim spouses, each stood on either side of the stream which was to become (on that day) the border between the new States of Pakistan and post-Raj India - The Doctor cuts a length of rope, where it falls into The Stream - Disoultion The Bride then retrives the rope from the waters, and requests that her future grand-daughter assist in the traditional Hindu rite of the binding of the spouses hands, which she does - Making Moments earlier, just before The Bride had retrived the rope and made her request, Our Lady had meekly opined "I'm not sure how we formalise this.", and seconds later, the question resolves itself -
Resolution/Coagulation Muslim Brides and Grooms exchange gifts with each other's families, so the Groom removes his treasured wristwatch and hands it to Yaz for safekeeping - recoiling in shock that it is indeed The Same wristwatch which started this whole adventure off in the firstplace, Yaz fumbles the item in her had and drops it, facedown onto the stoney creekbed where it promptly smashes on a rock and ceases to move, frozen at the nuptual sealing moment in time forevermore and sealing The Marriage; a remarkable number of cultures and traditions mark the sealing and solemnising of a marriage ceremony by ritual breakage, the most well-known include the Jewish breaking of a glass (in Schindler's List, they use a lightbulb), or the Greek tradition of the breaking of plates - Breaking And then you have made a RING -- in Time, and Space.

“The story is good enough in itself. 

It is a romance, a fairy-tale for adults, full of life and colour; and it has virtues that would be lost in a summary, though they can be perceived when it is read at length: good scenery, urbane or humorous dialogue, and a skilfully ordered narrative. 

Of this the most notable example is the long Third Part with its interlacing of the hunting-scenes and the temptations. 

By this device all three main characters are kept vividly in view during the three crucial days, while the scenes at home and in the field are linked by the Exchange of Winnings, and we watch the gains of the chase diminish as the gains of Sir Gawain increase and the peril of his testing mounts to a crisis. But all this care in formal construction serves also to make the tale a better vehicle of the ‘moral’ which the author has imposed on his antique material. 

He has re-drawn according to His Own Faith his Ideal of Knighthood, making it Christian Knighthood, showing that the Grace and Beauty of its courtesy (which he admires) derive from The Divine Generosity and grace, Heavenly Courtesy, of which Mary is The Supreme Creation: The Queen of Courtesy, as he calls her in Pearl. 

This he exhibits symbolically in mathematical perfection in the Pentangle, which he sets on Gawain’s shield instead of the heraldic lion or eagle found in other romances. 

But while in Pearl he enlarged His Vision of His Dead Daughter among The Blessed to an allegory of The Divine Generosity, in Sir Gawain he has given Life to his ideal by showing it incarnate in a living person, modified by his individual character, so that we can see A Man trying to work The Ideal out, see its weaknesses (or Man’s weaknesses).





Tuesday 12 February 2019

Fam




Of course! A Gestalt! A Telepathic Gestalt!

THE CHIN: 
Welcome, welcome. 
This is The Gang. 
I've got a Gang. 

AMY: 
With you? They're with you? 
Are they the new Us? 

Is that why we haven't seen you? 

THE CHIN: 
No. 
They're just people. 
They're not Ponds. 

I thought we might need a new gang. 
Not really had a gang before. 
It's new.



'Graham" means 'Grey Haired One". 
That's why Graham is called Graham.
 

Orion is the Youth God of The New Gods and The Fourth World. 
That's why Ryan is called Ryan.


And, he's his own father (kind of)
 
 
'Yasmin' or 'Jasmine' means 'Beautiful Flower.... 
And she's God on Angel
That's why Yaz is called Yaz.











Dr. Disco : 
Just stick one into the Tardis console. 
That'll bring you to me.
The Maid : 
[on monitor]: 
Right.
Dr. Disco : 
And make sure you hang on to the console, otherwise the Tardis will leave you behind.
My Lady : 
So what do we do? 
Doctor? Huh? 
Doctor, what do we do? 

Dr. Disco : 
Nothing.
My Lady :
What?

Dr. Disco : 
We don't do anything. 
I'm sorry, Clara. 
I can't help you.
My Lady : 
Of course you can help.
Dr. Disco : 
The Earth isn't my home. 
The Moon's not my moon. 
Sorry.
My Lady : 
Come on. Hey.
Dr. Disco : 
 Listen, there are moments in every civilisation's history in which the whole path of that civilisation is decided. 

The whole future path. 

 Whatever future humanity might have depends upon the choice that is made right here and right now. 

Now, you've got the tools to kill it. 
You made them. 
You brought them up here all on your own, with your own ingenuity. 

You don't need a Time Lord. 

Kill it. 
Or let it live. 

I can't make this decision for you.
My Lady : 
Yeah, well, I can't make it.
Dr. Disco : 
Well, there's two of you here.
My Lady : 
Well, yeah. 
A school teacher and an astronaut.
Dr. Disco : 
Who's better qualified? 

My Lady : 
I don't know! The President of America. 

Dr. Disco : 
Oh, take something off his plate!
He makes far too many decisions anyway. 

The Widow :
 
She. 

Dr. Disco :
She. Sorry. 

She hasn't even been into space. 
She hasn't been to another planet. 
How would she even know what to do?
My Lady : 
I am asking you for help.
Dr. Disco : 
 Listen, we went to dinner in Berlin in 1937, right? 
We didn't nip out after pudding and kill Hitler. 

I've never killed Hitler. 
And you wouldn't expect me to kill Hitler. 

The Future is no more malleable than The Past.

My Lady : 
Okay, don't you do this to make some kind of point.
 

Dr. Disco :
 Sorry. Well, actually, no, I'm not sorry. 

It's time to take the stabilisers off your bike.
It's your moon, womankind. 
It's your choice. 
 

My Lady : 
And you're just going to stand there?
Dr. Disco : 
Absolutely not.
(The Tardis arrives, and Courtney comes out.)
 

My Lady : 
Doctor? 

Dr. Disco : 
A teenager, an astronaut and a schoolteacher.

The Widow : 
Hang on a minute. We can get in there, can't we? You can sort it out with that thing.
Dr. Disco : 
No. Some decisions are too important not to make on your own.
My Lady : 
Doctor. 
Doctor? 
Doctor!
(The Doctor goes into the Tardis and shuts the door. It dematerialises.)

The Widow :


 Oh, what a prat
.







[Room]
TROI: 
Captain. 


WORF: 
Sir. 


(A well build man with red hair and beard has entered. He stops in front of each of them in turn. Please note this actor really is deaf.


TROI: 
Riva. 


(He goes and stands on his dais. Picard steps forward but is gestured to stop. Two men and a woman in white enter and stand in front of Riva)


WOMAN: 
Please, come closer. Before I start, is there anything you need? Food, refreshments? 


PICARD: 
Thank you, no. 




SCHOLAR: 
(the man in the hat) 
Then proceed. 


PICARD: 
Greetings from the United Federation of Planets. I am Captain Jean Luc Picard, of the USS Enterprise. This is Counsellor Troi. Lieutenant Worf. 


ADONIS: Greetings. 


SCHOLAR: Welcome to Ramatis. 


WOMAN: I have been expecting you. 


ADONIS: You are empathic. 


TROI: Yes. 


(Riva walks towards Troi) 


ADONIS: 
Then although you already know my feelings toward you, allow me to put them into words. 
I am looking forward to this journey, now more than ever, because it gives me the chance to be in your company. 


TROI: 
I am flattered. I too am look forward to learning more about you. 


(Riva goes back to his dais) 


PICARD: 
There are aspects to Riva of which we have not been informed. 


WOMAN: 
Precisely. Our way of communicating has developed over the centuries and its one that I find quite harmonious. 


PICARD: 
Then Riva the mediator... 


WOMAN: ..is deaf. 

PICARD: Deaf? 


WOMAN: Born, and hope to die. 


PICARD: And the three of you speak for him? 


CHORUS: Yes. 



SCHOLAR: 
We serve as translators. We convey not only his thoughts, but his emotional intent as well. I am the Scholar. I represent the intellect, and speak in matters of judgement, philosophy, logic. Also, I am the dreamer, the part that longs to see the beauty beyond the truth which is always the first duty of art. I am the poet who ...



ADONIS: 
Artists, they tend to ramble, neglect the moment. I am passion, the libido. I am the anarchy of lust, the romantic and the lover. I am also the warrior, the perfect line which never wavers. 




WOMAN: 
I am that which binds all the others together. I am harmony, wisdom, balance. 


PICARD: 
Remarkable. And so these...


(Riva steps forward, angry) 


SCHOLAR: Speak to me! 


PICARD: What? 


SCHOLAR: Speak directly to me. 


PICARD: The uniqueness of this presentation provoked this inadvertent breach in protocol. No insult was intended. 


SCHOLAR: Then none is perceived. 


PICARD: I'm curious about how this rare form of communication came about. 


WOMAN: The gene for hearing is not present in my planet's ruling line. 


SCHOLAR: Not that unusual, indeed it is similar to the House of Hanover of your planet Earth, all who had haemophilia. Or the leaders of Fendaus Five, who were without limbs. 


WOMAN: Many of the galaxy's greatest contributors have been similarly special. 


SCHOLAR: My Chorus is so attuned, they can hear my thoughts and translate to you. It is a relationship which goes back for centuries. Their ancestors provided the same service to my ancestors. 


TROI: Your method of communication is most elegant and quite beautiful. 


ADONIS: It takes a fine mind to realise that, Counsellor Troi. 


TROI: This part of you doesn't speak very often. 


ADONIS: Only when the spirit moves me.

PICARD: Riva, if you are ready, the situation at Solais Five is very critical. We should not delay. 


SCHOLAR: Very well. 


WORF: With your permission, Captain. 


PICARD: Make it so, Mister Worf. 


WORF: Enterprise, this is the away team. Seven to beam up.
[Bridge]
O'BRIEN [OC]: Commander Riker. The away team, plus four, is on board. 

RIKER: Acknowledged. Ensign, set your course for Solais Five. 


WESLEY: Course is set. 


RIKER: Velocity, warp eight. 


WESLEY: Warp eight, aye. 


RIKER: Engage, Ensign. 


WESLEY: Yes, sir. 


(The party enters the Bridge) 


RIKER: What is this? 


PICARD: Riva is deaf. These three speak for him. Treat them as interpreters. Address yourselves directly to Riva. Now, may I present my First Officer. 


SCHOLAR: First, Captain, may I say it is an honour to be on board such a fine vessel. Now, please, continue with the introductions. 


PICARD: This is my First Officer, Commander Riker. 


SCHOLAR: It is an honour to meet you. 


(Riva places his right hand in the centre of Riker's chest) 


PICARD: Lieutenant Commander Data. 


SCHOLAR: It is a pleasure to meet such a unique individual. 


DATA: Thank you. 


PICARD: Lieutenant La Forge. 


LAFORGE: It is my pleasure to meet you, sir. 


WOMAN: What is that you're wearing? 


LAFORGE: A visor. It interprets the electromagnetic spectrum and then carries the readings to my brain. 


WOMAN: And without it, can you see? 


LAFORGE: Without it I'm as blind as a stump. 


WOMAN: Then your visor serves the same function as my Chorus, which interprets my thoughts and translates them into sound? 


LAFORGE: Yes. 


SCHOLAR: And you don't resent it? 


LAFORGE: The visor or being blind? 


SCHOLAR: Either. 


LAFORGE: No, since they're both part of me, and I really like who I am, there's no reason for me to resent either one. 


SCHOLAR: What is your position on the ship? 


LAFORGE: I'm the Chief Engineer, sir.


WOMAN: It's a blessing to understand we are special, each in his own way. 


LAFORGE: Yes. Yes, that's the way I feel exactly. 


PICARD: I offer the hospitality of my vessel. And at your convenience, there is a briefing on the Solari wars. If you wish, I'll have you conducted to your quarters. 


WOMAN: Thank you. 


ADONIS: Perhaps, if it is not inconvenient, Counsellor Troi could escort me. With your permission. 


TROI: This way. 


(Troi leaves with Riva and the Adonis) 


RIKER: What about you? 


WOMAN: At times like this, we become an encumbrance. 


SCHOLAR: So, if you have rooms for us?

PICARD: Lieutenant Worf will escort you. 


RIKER: 
Riva's not what I expected.