Part 24 (1/2)

The dwarf paused to quaff a goblet of wine. I already knew from Mateo's recital of ”El Cid” that acting was a thirsty business.

”The king, knowing the prince would reduce his kingdom to ruin, erected a soaring, impregnable, windowless tower.”

The dwarf's voice became darkly sinister. ”In the bowels of this bleak and lightless bastion, the boy was raised in chains, swathed in animal skins. Only one mortal attended the boy, an aged sage who schooled him in arts and letters and in the ways of beasts and birds, but instructing him naught in the wiles and guiles of men.”

”Some education,” an audience wit groaned.

”Some play,” another grumbled.

”Where's the marauding pirate?” another critic complained. ”Where's the dauntless hero?”

”Mateo Rosas, whose name most of you know from the great theaters of Seville and Madrid, has personally selected Pedro Calderon de la Barca's masterwork for your delectation. As we all know, Calderon is second only to Lope de Vega as a master of the stage.”

From the audience's grumbling I had the distinct impression that Mateo's august name meant nothing to them. Nor did I understand their antipathy to the drama. A prince imprisoned in a dark tower stirred my fertile, if fevered, imagination. I wanted to know how he would feel when he got out-and confronted both his father and life. I was on tenterhooks.

The dwarf continued, undismayed.

”As our story opens, the king of Poland is near the end. But who will succeed him? His legitimate heir has languished in chains his whole life long. If he dies, the next in line is the king's nephew, the duke of a land called Moscovy, a bitter, ruthless place at the edge of the world to the east of Poland.

”The king, the duke, and all the great men of the kingdom meet at the palace to debate the problem: Shall the prince be permitted to rule or be put to death because of the prophecy? The king decides to test the prince, who is now a grown man, to see if he is ruled by reason or by savage rage. To ensure he is kept under control-remember, not only have terrible things been prophesied, but he has been rigidly sequestered-the king sedates the prince and orders his tutors to tell him that his memories are but dreams.

”Also, Rosaura arrives, but she comes to avenge her honor's loss at the duke of Moscovy's hands. Disguised as a man, she plans to run the miscreant through herself.

”Now, amigos, we begin at the tower prison on a craggy mountain where Prince Segismundo languishes.”

The dwarf waved his hand to where Mateo and the other actors were waiting ”off stage.” The actors, except Mateo, wore false beards, and the two actresses wore wigs.

”Mateo Rosas will play the prince and several other key roles. Now for your pleasure, La Nomada players present Pedro Calderon's comedia, Life Is a Dream.”

With a sweep of his hat, Mateo addressed the audience as Segismundo, prince of Poland.

”I try, oh heavens, to understand what crime I committed... but since I was born, I understand my crime... for man's greatest crime is to have been born at all.

”I have less liberty than birds and beasts and fish. As I reach this pitch of anger, like a volcano, an Aetna, I could tear pieces of my heart from my own breast. What law, justice, or reason can deny to man so sweet a privilege, a freedom G.o.d has given a brook, a fish, a beast, and a bird?”

Other actors tell us that the king orders the prince released from the tower and brought to the palace to see if he is fit to rule or is a mad beast. If he fails the test, he will be put to death, and the duke of Moscovy will marry the beautiful Princess Estrella and a.s.sume the throne. But the king pleas with those around him to give the prince a chance. The king was being played by the dwarf with the powerful voice.

In the palace, for the first time unchained and interacting with people, the Prince considers vengeance on a servant who was cruel to him while he was held captive in chains. Another man tells him it's not the servant's fault, that he obeyed the king's orders.

But Segismundo thunders, ”Insofar as the law was not just, he was not bound to obey the king.”

A murmur went through the audience and I heard the word ”treason” muttered. Even at my young age, disobedience to any king, even a bad one, was unthinkable.

But the evil servant challenges the prince, baiting him to fight him.

The prince struggles with the wrongdoer and throws him off of the balcony.

The prince is drugged and returned to the prison tower, where he is told by his tutor that all that occurred was nothing more than a dream, that he had never left the tower.

I could see the audience was constantly stirring and restless. ”Where's the pirate?” a man yelled.