PART 3

The Mother, Grandmother, Daughter and Nephew are in a small clearing in the woods. They are unpacking a few bags of things, making up beds and setting up camp.

DAUGHTER: So if your bed is here, and my bed is here, where shall we put this fellow’s bed?

NEPHEW: You could put him in between us

DAUGHTER: No way—what if you roll over in the night and squash him—that would definitely be the end of him

NEPHEW: Okay, how about here—on this tree trunk, that way he’s raised up a bit too so when the wolves come they won’t get him

DAUGHTER: Wolves?

NEPHEW: Yes—everyone knows there are wolves in this forest—and wild boar too

DAUGHTER: Is that true?

GRANNY: Yes

MOTHER: No

GRANNY: Come, we must tell the child the truth, she’s old enough to hear it now—she can’t be protected forever

MOTHER: She’s just a child

NEPHEW: She’s the smallest here

DAUGHTER: No I’m not—Mousey is

GRANNY: Listen—there are horrid things that live in the forest—once when I was a little girl your great grandfather—he was a tyrant—he sent me to this very wood to collect branches for the fire. It was the middle of winter and freezing and I could hardly see my hand in front of my face . . . I walked in through a path on the other side and began gathering different twigs. But I kept thinking I heard things behind me—it was terrifying. Then, just as I had enough wood, I looked up to find myself nose-to-nose with a wolf

NEPHEW: You didn’t?

GRANNY: I’d been so busy looking over my shoulder I hadn’t seen him walk right up to me, bold as you like, and start salivating

DAUGHTER: It’s awful

MOTHER: Mother enough

NEPHEW: What did you do?

GRANNY: I saw in those big yellow eyes of his that he liked the look of me, so I threw the wood at him and jumped up the nearest tree. He was down below looking up at me, and I clung on up there . . . He was prepared to wait for dinner, so he sat himself down

MOTHER: I thought wolves could climb trees

GRANNY: Not this one. Well there I am getting colder and colder and I know if I stay up there too long, I’ll drift off and fall out and that’ll be the end of me, or I’ll freeze to death

NEPHEW: What did you do?

GRANNY: It was him or me. So I very quietly maneuvered myself so I was above him and jumped down hard so I landed on his back

NEPHEW: Didn’t he bite you?

GRANNY: No—I broke him—he just lay there, sprawled in the snow with blood coming out of his mouth, moaning . . . I ran back to the house

DAUGHTER: Gosh—what did your father say?

GRANNY: Nothing, he was too busy knocking me black and blue for forgetting the firewood . . . So you see the forest is like the world, there are horrid things out there too, but look—you’ve your cousin and your mother and me and here’s Grandad’s gun—and he’d never let any harm come to us

DAUGHTER: And Father

GRANNY: Yes of course

DAUGHTER: Where is he?

MOTHER: Don’t fret, he’ll join us in a while—he wanted to check on the animals

DAUGHTER: And the man—he’s coming too isn’t he?

MOTHER: Yes

DAUGHTER: I like him, don’t you, Mother? He’s handsome. Is he going to stay with us?

GRANNY: Not for long so don’t get too attached to him

        (A beat.)

        You two help me find wood—we are going to build a pyre in the middle here and that’ll keep all the nasties away in the night

        (The three begin collecting pieces of wood together from the vicinity of the camp.

              The Mother continues to sort things out. She stops and watches the Daughter, Nephew and Grandmother collect the wood.)

MOTHER (To the Nephew): Come here my boy

NEPHEW: Yes Auntie

MOTHER: Give me a kiss

        (He does so.)

NEPHEW: Are you all right?

MOTHER: Yes

NEPHEW: We aren’t just here on an adventure are we?

MOTHER: Yes of course we are—it’s a game and I’ve a task for you. Will you do it?

NEPHEW: Anything Auntie

MOTHER: I want you to climb that tree over there and keep watch

NEPHEW: What for?

MOTHER: For when our men come back—when they do, you call down to me—okay, can you do that?

NEPHEW: Of course

MOTHER: Go on then

        (He climbs up the tree stealthily.)

DAUGHTER: Shall I go too?

MOTHER: No—you help me by finding a good place to dig a hole. Mother, come here

        (The Grandmother goes to her.)

NEPHEW (From the tree): I can see the whole village from up here

MOTHER: What do you see?

NEPHEW: It’s dead—there’s no one about—but there’s smoke coming from a few chimneys—people must be inside having their lunches

GRANNY: At ten in the morning?

MOTHER: Shush!

        (A beat.)

        Good boy—you keep watch for me and tell me if anything changes—all right?

NEPHEW: Eye, eye, Captain!

DAUGHTER: How about here, Mother?

MOTHER: Somewhere further away—but don’t go anywhere we can’t see you

        (A beat.)

        Give it to me Mother—we are going to bury it

GRANNY: What about the boars?

MOTHER: We’ll bury it deep—no one will find it

DAUGHTER: How about here?

MOTHER: Clever girl, that’s perfect, now here we are

        (She gives the Daughter and Grandmother a spoon and takes one herself.)

        Right let’s dig a hole

DAUGHTER: What for?

MOTHER: Treasure—it’s part of the game—but this is a girls’ secret—you can never tell your father

DAUGHTER: Or the man?

GRANNY: Definitely not him

DAUGHTER: Or him? (Pointing to the Nephew)

MOTHER: Boys aren’t good at secrets like us

        (The three females begin to dig a hole with their spoons.)

GRANNY: Good girl—deeper, deeper

NEPHEW: What are you doing down there?

MOTHER: Never you mind—you just keep watching and tell me what you see

NEPHEW: Nothing yet

DAUGHTER: It’s getting hard

        (They keep going.)

MOTHER: Darling I want you to go and find a special stone—one we will recognize to mark the place—yes?

DAUGHTER: Okay. (She gets up) This is fun

        (She goes to look for a stone. The Mother and Grandmother continue to dig.

              A beat.)

MOTHER: That should be enough, do you think?

GRANNY: I’d say so—a couple more for luck

        (They continue.)

DAUGHTER: What about this?

GRANNY: That’s a pebble—it’s far too small

DAUGHTER: Oh, okay

        (The Mother and Grandmother check to be sure the children aren’t watching.)

MOTHER: Quick Mother—put it in

        (The Grandmother fishes the pouch from her cleavage, kisses it and drops it into the hole.)

NEPHEW: I think I see something—yes—it’s them, they are walking across the fields, Auntie

MOTHER: Both of them?

NEPHEW: Yes

MOTHER: Alone?

NEPHEW: Yes. Shall I come down then?

MOTHER: No stay there a while longer

GRANNY: Quickly—fill it

        (They both begin to refill the hole. The Daughter comes over with a large white stone—she is struggling under its weight.)

DAUGHTER: This?

MOTHER: Perfect—put it down sweetie

GRANNY: Help us

        (They all fill the hole, then put some leaves over it and place the stone on top.

              They are brushing off their hands as the men come through the clearing. The Mother studies the Father’s face anxiously.)

DAUGHTER: Daddy, Daddy, look—we made camp and built a pyre and everything—and I made up the bed for you and Mummy over here away from everyone else’s—see—under a canopy—isn’t it lovely— like a fairy bower

FATHER: Good girl

COUSIN: Where’s the boy?

NEPHEW: I’m up here—keeping lookout

COUSIN: In the crow’s nest

NEPHEW: No we’re not on a boat

FATHER: Like a monkey in a tree

GRANNY: Come on child let’s clean these spoons

        (She gets a cloth and wipes them.)

DAUGHTER: Shouldn’t we wash them, they’re dirty

GRANNY: They have the soil of your homeland on—they are not dirty

MOTHER: What happened?

COUSIN: Nothing—no houses were hit, this time

MOTHER: And the animals?

COUSIN: Restless

FATHER: They were fine. This is nonsense, I vote we go back to the house

MOTHER: I hate this place

COUSIN: Don’t be stupid—at least leave it a day or two to see if anything happens

FATHER: Everyone’s gone—for nothing—nothing has happened. Running from ghosts—things that aren’t there

NEPHEW: Can I come down now?

MOTHER: Come down darling—come down

        (The Nephew comes down and instinctively goes to the Mother and puts his arms around her waist.)

NEPHEW: Did I do it right?

MOTHER: You did it perfectly

        (A beat.)

COUSIN: Well look at you two

NEPHEW: What?

COUSIN: There’s a striking family resemblance

GRANNY: Make yourself useful boy and fill the pitcher with water, there’s a well that way

MOTHER: He can’t go alone

COUSIN: I’ll come with you

NEPHEW: No

MOTHER: Please darling

        (The Nephew sighs in assent.)

COUSIN: Thank you

        (The Cousin puts his hand under the Nephew’s chin and looks into his face. He then looks pointedly at the Mother.)

        Remarkable

GRANNY: Go on!

        (They move away through the woods. The Grandmother and Daughter take things out of the bags to make a kitchen area.)

FATHER: Look at the bed she made us—isn’t it sweet . . .

MOTHER: Does he have to stay?

FATHER: My cousin? He’s a good worker and I don’t mind having another man around with these things in the air

MOTHER: But you think this is all nonsense—let him go home—you’re probably right

FATHER: Why don’t you like him?

MOTHER: He wants to make trouble—turning everything upside down

FATHER: It’s harmless enough

MOTHER: I want him gone now

FATHER: What’s this?

MOTHER: I ask very little of you as a wife, I’ve been good to you and ministered to all your needs, I just want you to do this one thing for me. This one thing. I’ll never ask more of you as long as I live

FATHER: But—

MOTHER: He means to do us harm, I know it

FATHER: There is more to this

MOTHER: Don’t ask me, if you love me don’t ask me, just do what I say

FATHER: You look so anxious my darling, uncrease your frown, come here

        (They embrace.)

        You sense something don’t you?

        (She nods.)

        You feel something coming that’s bigger than both of us

MOTHER: I do, I do

FATHER: I have always trusted your intuition

MOTHER: Trust me again—do as I ask, please

        (The Cousin and Nephew return with the water.)

COUSIN: Are you sure you can carry it alone, it’s heavy

NEPHEW: Let go, I can I can, everyone, watch me

        (They all watch as the Nephew tentatively lifts the heavy pitcher. Slopping a bit of water at first, but then with growing confidence, he carries it the final steps to the kitchen area. The Grandmother and Daughter receive him with a round of applause and then the three of them busy themselves with preparing the food.)

COUSIN (Seeing the Father and Mother embracing): Are you okay?

FATHER: She’s an intuitive woman, my wife, she’s apprehensive

COUSIN: She should be

        (A beat.)

FATHER: Maybe it’s time you went back

COUSIN: I can’t—I made a promise

FATHER: You’ve done your bit, go, I can take care of my own

COUSIN (Directly to the Mother): This is a dangerous time—you are at great risk, your husband, your family, your children, it’s all in the balance

        (The Mother breaks from the Father and turns to glare at the Cousin.)

MOTHER: This is too much, to my face . . . to my very face . . . why are you here? What do you want? I can’t take any more of your insinuations, your comments—just go will you, you are not wanted here—leave us alone

FATHER: Hey, hey, enough

        (The Grandmother has noticed this and leads the children into the woods out of earshot.)

        What’s this about, eh?

MOTHER: You allow him to threaten me before my face

COUSIN: Not threaten, warn—I’ve come here to warn you

MOTHER: It’s all the same, I won’t allow you to do this—go—just go—I know what this is—well I won’t allow it

COUSIN: I understand you are afraid of what will come next, but you have to face it

MOTHER: What? That you want to destroy my home?

COUSIN: If you don’t listen to me your family will be destroyed. It seems like an impossible situation but really you have no choice in the end—you knew this was coming

        (A beat.)

        Didn’t you?

MOTHER: Yes

        (A beat.)

        I knew

        (A beat.)

        Fine. I’ll tell him. But you go

COUSIN: What?

FATHER: Tell me what?

MOTHER: You go

FATHER: Hold on—tell me what?

MOTHER: You’ve heard him, all his comments

COUSIN: My what?

MOTHER: Be quiet, I’m doing it

COUSIN: Wait!

FATHER: What’s going on?

MOTHER: You must know, don’t you? You must . . .

COUSIN: Stop!

FATHER: What?

MOTHER: The boy. My boy. He’s mine.

FATHER: Your nephew—

MOTHER: No

        (The Mother shakes her head.

              A beat.)

        Mine.

        (The Father grabs her by the throat at arm’s length. He doesn’t squeeze, just stares at her.

              The Cousin approaches.)

COUSIN: Don’t do anything you’ll regret

FATHER: You knew,

COUSIN: None of this is important now—these are dangerous /

FATHER: you knew!

        (The Father punches the Cousin and walks into the woods at a pace. He sees the children and Grandmother and turns away from them with his head in his hands.

              The Nephew runs into the clearing.)

NEPHEW: What happened?

COUSIN: Just another game

GRANNY: No game

MOTHER: Climb that tree again for me, look out will you?

NEPHEW: Yes

        (He does so. The Grandmother hands the Cousin a wet cloth for his face.)

GRANNY: You deserved that

COUSIN: What for?

MOTHER: You can go now

COUSIN: I’m going nowhere

MOTHER: Your work is done. He knows. Now leave us

COUSIN: I had no intention of telling him anything

MOTHER: You liar

        (A beat.)

COUSIN: I thought he knew

MOTHER: What? But you have been insinuating since you came

GRANNY: You have, I heard

COUSIN: You misunderstood, I . . . I thought he knew

        (A beat.)

GRANNY: You kept saying how they look alike

COUSIN: Well they do . . . Why didn’t you warn me?

        (A beat.)

        I wouldn’t have said—I heard how it happened—it wasn’t your fault /

MOTHER: DON’T

        (A beat.)

COUSIN: He didn’t know

MOTHER: No.

        (A beat.)

COUSIN: These things don’t matter in times like this, there’s more at stake

MOTHER: They matter to me, and him

        (A beat.)

        What have I done?

COUSIN: Told him, for no reason

MOTHER: It’s your fault

COUSIN: Pointless

MOTHER: I wish you’d never come here

COUSIN: I came to help you

DAUGHTER: Stop arguing, you are upsetting Mousey, he’s hiding in the straw

NEPHEW: Someone’s coming

GRANNY: What?

COUSIN: Who is it?

NEPHEW: I can’t see

COUSIN: Look harder

DAUGHTER: I’m scared

NEPHEW: It’s . . . it’s . . . a man

        (They all move together, into a group. The Cousin stands in front and takes the Grandmother’s gun. The Nephew remains in the tree.)

DAUGHTER: I don’t like this game, I’m scared . . .

GRANNY: Shhh

COUSIN: What else?

MOTHER: What else do you see?

NEPHEW: He’s tall—

        (A beat.)

        Dark—

COUSIN: What else?

NEPHEW: He’s—he’s wearing a uniform

MOTHER: Oh my God

GRANNY: What else?

DAUGHTER: Mum

MOTHER: Shh!

COUSIN: What else?

NEPHEW: He’s coming this way—he’s—he’s

        (The Nephew turns and looks at them and starts to laugh.)

        Not really!

MOTHER: You stupid, stupid boy, get down here

COUSIN: This is real—can’t any of you understand that?!

        (The Mother goes to the foot of the tree, grabs his legs and pulls him down. She hits him around the head.)

MOTHER: Never, ever, ever do that again you stupid, stupid boy do you hear me? Never

NEPHEW: I’m sorry—I was only playing—please! Stop! You’re hurting me—

        (Suddenly she stops and holds him hard, uncomfortably hard, and then kisses him.)

MOTHER: I love you, you’re a good boy, I love you

        (He pulls away from her and runs to the Grandmother.)

GRANNY: Come boy—come with me— (Indicating the gun) It’s time you learned to shoot this thing

MOTHER: He’s too young

GRANNY: No he’s not

COUSIN: He needs to be a man now—go with your granny

        (They start to walk.)

        Make sure you walk far into the woods

DAUGHTER: Can I come?

MOTHER: No—you stay here with me

COUSIN: I’ll come with you—in case

        (The three set off into the woods.)

MOTHER: Don’t be too long—we’ll need to start the fire

DAUGHTER: Are you okay Mummy?

MOTHER: Why don’t you go and see if you can find any mushrooms, then your father and I can teach you which ones are good to eat when he gets back

        (The Daughter reluctantly gets up and starts hunting.)

        Don’t put anything in your mouth though

        (The Mother leans on the tree and looks into the woods in the direction her husband went. She talks into the tree.)

        Where have you gone?

        (Pause.)

        I’m worried

        (Pause.)

        I’m sorry

        (Pause.)

        Come back

        (Suddenly he appears in front of her like a ghost.)

        Oh! Please, we can’t be arguing at a time like this, we need to be strong and together

FATHER: I thought we were together—solid

MOTHER: We are—we are

FATHER: But you lied to me. What else have you lied to me about—is she even my daughter?

        (She goes to him.)

MOTHER: You know she is

FATHER: I don’t anymore

MOTHER: Look at her—she’s you through and through, more you than me

        (A beat.

              She tries to touch his hand—he pulls away.)

FATHER: Why didn’t you tell me? Who else knows? Your mother of course—oh—does everyone know?

MOTHER: No one—no one—he just guessed

FATHER: So when we were married you had already had—I don’t understand

MOTHER: It wasn’t something I wanted—it wasn’t out of love, the opposite.

        (A beat.

              He looks at her.)

FATHER: And?

        (A beat.)

        Do you want me to ask him?

        (A beat.)

        How could this happen?

MOTHER: You were away. (A beat) When I found out I was afraid. I thought you’d change your mind . . . I went to visit my sister, had him and left him there. (A beat) And then when she died suddenly . . . Mother came, and brought him back

FATHER: And like a blind fool I agreed

        (A beat.)

        You didn’t tell me

        (A beat.)

        How can you look at him?

MOTHER: He’s mine. Yours too now—really /

FATHER: NO

        (A beat.)

MOTHER: This is his fault—if he hadn’t come

FATHER: I’d still be ignorant

MOTHER: Things would be as they were, we’d be in our house, together, a family . . . Send him away, we don’t need him, you can protect us, we don’t need anyone—

FATHER: No . . . I can’t. I don’t want to hear anymore. I will stand by you but we don’t speak

MOTHER: What?

FATHER: Only to communicate practical things. We don’t sleep in the same bed and what I say goes—no challenging me, right?

MOTHER: But please—I

FATHER: No challenging me—that’s it. He stays. We may need him

        (He gets up and goes to the Daughter.)

        What did you find?

DAUGHTER: All of these—look aren’t these ones ugly—they must be dangerous

FATHER: No—they are fine, but these you have to be careful of

DAUGHTER: But they are so pretty. Mother these can’t be bad

FATHER: Your mother doesn’t know which ones are poisonous

        (A shot is heard from deep inside the forest.

              They all look around.)

DAUGHTER: What was that?

        (A beat.)

        How long are we going to stay here Daddy?

        (He looks at her deeply.)

        What is it? What’s the matter?

        (A beat.

              She hugs him.)

        Don’t worry—this is just a little adventure. We’ll be back home in a few days and everything will be back to normal—the giant will have gone back to sleep and all that will be left are his footprints as a reminder that he was awake at all. Isn’t that right Mother?

MOTHER: Yes darling. That’s exactly right.

        (Lights down.)