Nothing. But that doesn’t— [Palamedes approaches the table and picks up each of the cards with their names on them, examining them carefully for some hidden trick or clue. He returns tot he plinth and reads it, then feels around for some button or latch.
Still nothing.
Pal steps back, almost all the way to the wall behind him, trying to find some pattern, something to make him understand what they’re meant to do.
And then it hits him.]
Oh. Oh, no. No, that’s just stupid—they can’t really expect— [He runs back to the wall that separates the two of them.]
no subject
Still nothing.
Pal steps back, almost all the way to the wall behind him, trying to find some pattern, something to make him understand what they’re meant to do.
And then it hits him.]
Oh. Oh, no. No, that’s just stupid—they can’t really expect— [He runs back to the wall that separates the two of them.]
Cecelia, we’re meant to choose.