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Woman of Flowers, Blodeuwedd (1992)

Saunders Lewis
cyf. Siôn Eirian

Ⓗ 1992 Siôn Eirian
Mae angen caniatâd cyn perfformio neu recordio unrhyw ran o’r ddrama.

Act 1

ACT ONE

A Fortress in Ardudwy. GWYDION and LLEW LLAW GYFFES.

Llew
(Clapping his hands)
Ho – one of you!
(A SERVANT comes)
Are the horses ready?

Servant
The horses and the men are ready.
And your gifts – the weapons of gold, the embroidered silk.

Llew
And where is she?

Servant
In her chamber with her maids.
Embroidering and listening to the bard's harp.

Llew
Go to her, and tell her this:
We'll set out now while three hours of daylight still remain.
Gwydion and all the soldiers shall accompany me.
She must hurry if she wants to say goodbye.

Servant
I will.
(He goes)

Llew
Oh my uncle and foster father
You won't find a man more wretched than me
In the whole of Gwynedd.

Gwydion
Quiet with your prattle and self pity.

Llew
You won't find a man more wretched in the whole world.
With my mother's hatred and her curse a plague upon me
From the day of my birth to this.
Her hate and her wrath have snarled my destiny.

Gwydion

You dare say that – you who have been granted the greatest friendship of all. You, a bastard baby thrown out of the door almost before you'd drawn breath, when you were as helpless as some frail birdchick nudging through its shell. You who had three most callous fates placed upon you – yet I undid each one. Did I not give you a name? Did I not arm you? And then created for you the most magical wife, and get for you the fairest lands in Math's own kingdom. Shame on you!

Llew

No one could have wished for a better friend than you, Gwydion.

Gwydion

No. Yet no one's been more badly rewarded for friendship than me. There was my brother Gilfaethwy. I had to live among the wild animals for years because of him, not knowing my place in the world, one day male, the next female, creating a freakish family. And now you. Who knows what misfortunes you'll bring upon me. You whose own mother would have destroyed you had I not intervened.

Llew

A mother's loathing outweighs an uncle's love.

Gwydion

How is that? Every ruse of hers was thwarted. When she denied you a name, I construed your naming. She decreed that you shall not carry weapons, I tricked her into arming you with her own hands. She destined that you may never find a wife born of man, I spun for you from wild flowers a maiden better than an eye has seen.

Llew

But I still haven't escaped my mother's vengeance. Blodeuwedd is not like other women.

Gwydion

Indeed. In all my great span of spell making I've loved many a girl and beast – and never yet did I find one woman to be like another.

Llew

Listen, Gwydion, she has no children.

Gwydion

You're lucky. The last child I had... was a wolf.

Llew
How can I ever forget that shimmering morning
When I first saw her. You and Math crossing the lawn
And between you, naked as that dawn itself,
The dew still glistening on her white breasts,
Breasts as pure as a snowdrop's petals
When the night furls their swell, she walked.
The soul of that virgin spring in a flawless mould of flesh.
I looked at her, and she at me.
I clothed her nakedness with kisses
And these arms, these lusting arms,
Which had been empty for so long,
Encircled her like stays of steel.

Gwydion

The same old story. In these arms I've held a range of females, and believe me lad, on a warm spring morning it's the same feel to the softest girl's skin and a hog's hide.

Llew
But Gwydion, she was cold, so cold.
This heart that beat against her breast seeking warmth,
Shattered like glass on flint. I've never seen
A trace of a blush upon her cheeks, only a pallid glow, like that
Of the moon casting its random light
On the world below.
Her very blood is alien, strange... one foul night
Of gales and sleeting rain, she ran
From my bed and into the storm's rage.
I followed - full of suspicion and anger
Beneath my cloak a sword. But no one came to her.
Not even the wolves were out on such a night
Yet there she was, dancing to the tempest's fury.

Gwydion
You can't cleave a creature from its kindred.

Llew
I was frightened and called out.
But she didn't hear.
And with the wind lashing trees and splintering boughs
I was lost in a fearful world
Where the only things that held their own
Were rock and rain, the stormy dark,
And her, Blodeuwedd. I ran after her,
Shouted louder, grasped her arm...
"You've caught me" she said, suddenly sad
Like a child woken from some distant dream
"You've caught me. Let's go home."
And I saw, in that night's storm
That I had no place in her life.

Gwydion
Here's Blodeuwedd


BLODEUWEDD approaches slowly.

Llew
Why does a heart of ice
Lie beneath a breast
That excites desire like the first sun of summer.

Blodeuwedd
Lord, I received your message.

Llew
Yes lady, we must go.

Blodeuwedd
And Gwydion too?

Llew
Gwydion too.

Blodeuwedd
The day is short, and soon it will be night.
My Lord, stay here. I do not wish
To spend tonight without you.

Llew
You won't be alone.
You have maids, and many servants.

Blodeuwedd
I've never parted from you before;
Being left here frightens me.

Llew
Since when?

Blodeuwedd
My spirit is restless. Nothing good will come
Of your going today. Await tomorrow's dawn;
The sun will speed your journey to Caer Dathal.

Llew
No. Everyone is ready, we must go,
For Math the king expects us.

Blodeuwedd
(Turning to GWYDION)
Magician – am I beautiful?

Gwydion
Your question conceals some deviousness.

Blodeuwedd
No deviousness. No device.
You captured my essence from between green leaves.
Tell me – are you pleased with your work?

Gwydion
(Staring at her)
I'll tell you this, my girl.
No one ever set eyes on beauty such as yours.
You are the masterpiece of all my magic.

Blodeuwedd
Why then, when I beg of my husband
The only favour I've ever asked
Does he not grant it me?

Gwydion
The only favour, my niece?

Blodeuwedd
The only one.

Gwydion
Then you have been a fool to yourself, Blodeuwedd.
You should have tutored him in your demands,
Wearing him down with a thousand fancies.
That's how men succumb.
Then their fatigue yields favour after favour.

Blodeuwedd
Yes. Peasant women know more than I about men.
Gwydion, you did me a disfavour
When you chained me with flesh and sinew;
I should despise you
And yet my instinct is to like you.
You too spent summers beneath the leaves.
You know the feel of earth on flesh
And the sounds of nature's stirrings in the grass.

Gwydion
Ssh. Don't talk about that – it shames me.

Blodeuwedd
Ask my soul what shame is. I don't know
What it is to be ashamed...
Stay with me
Until my lord returns
Be my protector in his absence.


A SERVANT at the door.

Servant
Lord, your retinue waits,
Mounted in readiness.

Llew
Good.
Come friend, it's time to leave.

Gwydion
Farewell lady. I am an old man.
You'd soon tire of my company.
The heady smells of spring surround you still,
The blooms I beaded to form your features
Have not withered.
Stay young, forever.
Farewell.

Blodeuwedd
Kind lord
Shall we three ever be together again?
My heart is heavy. Farewell.


GWYDION goes.

Blodeuwedd
My Llew
If you believed me you wouldn't set forth today.
In my bones I feel that this portends some ill.

Llew
My life can't be ruled on a girl's whim.

Blodeuwedd
I know the seasons better than you.
I sense each change in wind and rain and sun.
Why shouldn't I also read the seasons of a man?

Llew
Don't be afraid. I am destined
That no harm will easily befall me.
And you be wise.
Don't stray too far from home.
Don't let the woodlands tempt you out at dusk,
But stay among my people here,
With your maids.
Be your best Blodeuwedd
I'll only be three days.
Farewell, farewell.


Exit LLEW.
BLODEUWEDD throws herself on the ground, crying.
Enter RHAGNELL, her maidservant, who finds her thus.

Rhagnell
Blodeuwedd, my lady, why this despair?
Blodeuwedd, answer me.

Blodeuwedd
My lord has gone away!

Rhagnell
What of that? It's for three days, no more.
He'll soon be back.

Blodeuwedd
Rhagnell, you don't know
What fear grips my heart.

Rhagnell
Hush mistress. Why should you be afraid?
This is your castle. These are your lands
And here your word is law.
There's no one here who does not love you.
I would lay down my life for you if need be.

Blodeuwedd
No. It's not men I fear
But being on my own – this solitude.
My lord has gone away!

Rhagnell
What is this?
I've heard you countless times wanting to flee
And heard you curse the man who made you wife.
Why this change?

Blodeuwedd
You'll never understand
My agony. Not you or anyone.
You don't know the loneliness that gnaws.
Your world is full – you have a home.
Loved ones, family, father, mother, brothers,
You're not an alien in this world.
Wherever mankind walks, you have familiar paths
And all of Gwynedd, where your forebears lived,
Is your hearth, a dwelling place passed on
By the generations of your father's fathers.
You're at home among kith and countrymen
As in a snug bed made comfortable
By familiar and loving hands.
I, however do not possess a home or hearth
Not any place in man's domain. Search Gwynedd
And Britain too – there's no headstone
Bearing my name. This world is cold
And alien to me, without a friend's comforting
Or a nation's bonds. That is why I fear.
I fear my freedom. I'm like a ship without a rudder, lost
On mankind's treacherous seas.
Listen – what horn sounds there?

Rhagnell
Someone far off hunting in the woods.

Blodeuwedd
My lord has gone away. Oh. Between us there was never any
passion. He knows nothing
Of the dark desires woven into my nature
And I know nothing of his nobility.
His tame mind, his joy in friendships
That have nurtured him throughout the years.
Yet amongst men he's the only one
I have as kin. The single link I have
With human bonds, bonds
Which equate honour with ancestry. Without him
I'm alone, anchorless in their midst
With nature's reckless surging in my blood.
God be my witness – I don't want the blame
When this harm falls upon us.

Rhagnell
What harm lady?
Your words frighten me. Tell me
Of this storm that surges through you.


The horn is heard nearer.

Blodeuwedd
Listen.

Rhagnell
Yes. The hunt is closer.


BLODEUWEDD draws RHAGNELL to her and places her hand over her heart.

Blodeuwedd
Rhagnell, where is your heart? Oh – as hidden
As the oak's stout heart in wettest weather.


The horn is now much nearer.

Blodeuwedd
Listen woman. The hunting horn. They're in full cry.
The stag's hooves are skimming the earth
Like oars hitting spume.
The scenting dogs
Bound over the trail, and thundering horses
Pound out the passing furlongs.
Oh, there is nature
At its glorious best, full of breathless beauty.
The hunter as one with the vibrant land –
I could love a hunter –


The horn passes.

Blodeuwedd
Go, go woman,
Ask who that horseman is who hunts there.


RHAGNELL goes out then returns to the door.

Rhagnell
Lady, the hunt is over, and the huntsman
Is approaching across the common.
Should we not offer shelter for the night
As darkness is descending?

Blodeuwedd
Describe him to me.

Rhagnell
Young, and supple in the saddle
Like a hawk gliding on the air.

Blodeuwedd
Bring me
Golden goblets, and the wine I tasted
The morning I was created. Bring fruit,
Cherries and red apples.
Receive this young knight.
Allow him to change, giving water
For washing, then lead him to our hall,
For tonight we'll fete this stranger
Lest my absent lord finds fault with me
For turning a man away as dusk unseats the day.

Rhagnell
Lady, this is how you should be,
Full of warmth and welcome. I'll go
And invite him and order a feast
To be prepared. You, stay light of heart
Set sorrows aside. This evening, banqueting
And dancing will keep your spirits joyful
And all who look upon you will love you.


Exit RHAGNELL.

Blodeuwedd
Be silent now my beating breast, your hour has now come...
A year's bowing to the court's customs
And man's imperatives is now to be lifted from me.
Freedom, excitement; these are my masters now
And my imperative is lust – the lust that drives the seed
To prise through a shroud of earth to reach the sun.
There's a shoot in me that seeks the light
And wants to flourish and bear copious fruit
Without a blade to prune it back. I know
That this huntsman is an emperor of passion;
I know the music of a horn – it was not my husband's
Thin lips that pursed to blow those lusty calls
But stronger lips, swelling with blood red bloom,
A much more fitting match for mine.

Rhagnell
(At the door.)
Lady, the banquet is ready and Gronw Pebr
Lord of Penllyn waits to greet you.

Blodeuwedd
How barren are those words. A brazen bugle
Not a wench's tongue should announce that name.
Give me your arm – let's go to welcome him.



Exeunt. Fade down the lights to signify the passing of three hours banqueting. Bring up the lights. The scene is set as before, except for the wine goblets and flowers on a table. BLODEUWEDD and GRONW PEBR enter.

Blodeuwedd
Have you had enough?

Gronw
Of food and drink, yes.

Blodeuwedd
What else is there?

Gronw
Don't ask, Lady.

Blodeuwedd
Are you afraid of saying?

Gronw
I don't fear anything
Except for losing honour and reputation.

Blodeuwedd
Fear never caught a stag, or woman.

Gronw
Lady, is there a way from here tonight?

Blodeuwedd
Yes. Over the hills where loping wolves
Howl their hunger at the moon on high.

Gronw
Is there a servant who could show us the way?

Blodeuwedd
No on would dare do that. Except me.

Gronw
You?

Blodeuwedd
The night and I are cousins
And wolves don't hunt the scent of flowers.

Gronw
Is it true you were conjured from wild flowers?

Blodeuwedd
(Taking the flowers from the table.)
Do you see these – how still they are.
You could imagine their beauty eternal,
And yet they'll die. They were plucked
And placed some time ago as this hall's decoration.
Arranged to stand sweetly, like this – but without root.
Their life ducts are already speared with decay
And those stems are dying. Soon they'll wilt
And drop these wings of vibrant colour to the floor.
They'll pale and fade and die before their time...
Lord, would you say I'm beautiful?

Gronw
The world's rose.

Blodeuwedd
Yet, I too am fading.
I have no root nor earth among men.
A drop of water can ease these flowers' drooping
And stay their death – but I was wrenched
By an uncaring hand and put here to die
Without one soothing element to save my bloom.

Gronw
What do you want?

Blodeuwedd
Tell me your secret
Then I'll tell you my desires.

Gronw
From the moment I saw you, I loved you.

Blodeuwedd
And is that why you want to leave me?

Gronw
You are already married – and at your husband's table
I've sat and supped. Wasn't I
Duty bound to respect his rights?

Blodeuwedd
And now?

Gronw
Oh, I'm so lost in my lust for you,
That I cannot think of duty nor of honour now.
Your face, my fair goddess, is the sphere,
Where the world's wonders abide,
Which have entranced me to forget
Rules and propriety. You are for me
Hope's far limit, haven of my dreams
Where I wish to anchor my lusty youth.

Blodeuwedd
And no more talk of leaving?

Gronw
No, never again.

Blodeuwedd
And your noble peers, your own good standing
Within your family, and their code of honour?

Gronw
They are forgotten.

Blodeuwedd
No – don't forget anything
In case they return one day to prey upon you,
To still your blood and douse the fires of lust.
But, choose between us, between them and me.
Their sober morals, honed by civilisation;
And my unfettered kisses and my lust.
And think before you choose. From them
The security of lifelong friends, a future partner
Perhaps, to share your estate and life,
Traditions and expectations to smother you,
An honourable burial in your forebears' vault
And dutiful children to carry your coffin.
With me there's no security beyond the present
He who loves me must love danger, and tread
The lonely road to freedom. In his life
He'll have no friends, nor children to nurse him
To his grave. Only this wild cascade of hair
To swamp his senses, and these, my breasts
To give him hidden moments away from worldly care –
And these seconds shall be his heaven... You choose.

Gronw
Who knows his future.
What would it profit a man
To forfeit a tender tonight for some tomorrow
That might be an empty hope. Tonight exists, excites me.
We were thrown together; how could I leave this
And lose it like a dream too soon disturbed,
And spurn this gift from the gods. I've chosen.
Your beauty is queen of my intentions,
Your will is now enthroned to rule my soul.

Blodeuwedd
My whole will is desire's decree.
Listen, my lad. The day that I was caught
And made captive to the court and bed of my husband
Gwydion gave me a strange and heady wine
Stolen, so it's said, by Prince Pryderi from the Underworld.
This I tasted, then hid away, promising myself
That I would not taste of it again
Until I revelled with a man of my choosing
The pitcher's long been locked
Away, and often I was tempted to taste of it.
But today, at dusk, I heard the horn call
In the woodlands, its sound a kingly command
To end my months of subjugation. I knew
That the mouth which sounded that far urging
Would drink with me from love's cup tonight.
Drink Gronw – my seal is on the rim.

Gronw
I'll drink and pledge to you undying love...

Blodeuwedd
No, dearest, don't pledge me anything.
Leave oaths to other men
Who guard fragile feelings with the rites
And frightened rituals of their religions.
What would oaths signify, except
That this moment's bliss does not itself suffice?
No more talk on this, the tenderest night,
No thoughts of what may follow.
Nature's powers swell within me now, to sate you.
And unless I tire, you shall not ebb.

Gronw
Let this cup, where your lips have touched
Be a foretaste of your kisses. Tonight
I would be happy to die in your arms, woman,
Rather than wake without you in some tomorrow.

Blodeuwedd
Rhagnell. Rhagnell...


RHAGNELL comes.

Blodeuwedd
Prepare my bed tonight
In the crystal chamber. Place on it
The whitest, finest linen, as before
When I slept that first night of all.


RHAGNELL goes.

Blodeuwedd
Friend – what did you see to make you like me?

Gronw
Who can tell... Your face, your form, your walk
And your body's beauty burning through your dress.

Blodeuwedd
And nothing else? Didn't you witness
The wonder of my awakening? Before you came
This body was a prison round me
Like a dead husk trapping a chrysalis;
You came like a spring to breathe verdant life where I lay
To give my flesh its wings, my blood its surge.
I'll no longer be lonely among families;
This relationship will form my roots. It allows me
To belong among men. The same nature
Courses through sap and blood – no feeble morals
Nor judgements can chain the heart that hears
The pounding of love within. Come lover,
We lay claim to life – and to make love is to be free.


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