War of the Houses

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The War of the Houses is a dashing musical play by Evan C. Ruppell, reminiscent of the glorious old days of Siam (Xiam). It partially revolves around the Duke of York, head of The House of York, and his cohorts, Lord and Lady Metcalf, Lord and Lady Smartheon, Lord Elebreth, and the sultry Monseniour Dirty as they fight on with resolve against an overwhelming bombardment from House Thai.

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These strange adversaries of House Thai from across the Consulate of the Elderly have a beautiful story of their own, full of intruige, love, and cannones. Theif leader, Lord Thai and his illustrious wife dictate a magnificent tapestry of danger.

Scuttling about beneath the cannon shots between the houses, Edmont of house Thai, and the Tramp of York from House York enseminate a vibrant, youthful love. On their journey from the House Thai to the Consulate of the Elderly, they discover many friends along the way, including an entire coven of pilgrims (also known as the Rhineland Covenant of Ruppell's earlier works).

As if these detailed characters were not enough for a masterwork, Ruppell includes several cameos who play the parts of such magical characters as the Lord of the Old, who delivers this beatific speech on the eve of war:

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[The Council of Elders is assembl’d in the Grand Hall of Old Acheron. The Praetor (referred to as the LotD) sits in the center of a semicircle, facing the audience. The Symbol of the Council, a bloody hand on a green and white field with several lions rampant, two hauberks crosswise, and crossed with three bands sinister flared with fleur-de-lis, can be seen in several strategic locations about the Hall.]

[Enter council members 1-14. The Elders are clothed in weeds of white and with orange sashes. Their eyes are blue, however they smile only when they first enter. As their eyes fall upon the grisly scene before them, their exuberance turns to dismay.]

[The reason for the dismay of the elders is, of course, the motivational speech that the Lord of the Old is descrying, paraphrased from Robert Frost. The Lord of the Old is comparable to the his assistant possibly (Charon). He is garbed in black except for a purple hem.]

Lord of the Old [in iambic pentameter]:

There is something that does not like a wall,
That makes the ground rise under it,
And makes the top rocks fall;
And makes gaps so wide that two can pass side by side.
The things that hunters do are different:
I have come after they destroyed the wall and I fixed it
Where they have totally destroyed the wall,
But they catch the rabbit
To please their barking dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at fixing-time in spring we find them.
I tell my neighbor beyond the hill;
And we meet to walk the wall’s line
And rebuild the wall.
We walk with the wall between us
To pick up the rocks that have fallen on each side.
And some are loaf shaped, and some ball shaped
So we pretend to use a spell on them to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!” we say.
We wear our fingers down by placing them
Oh, it’s just another game,
One person on each side. It comes to little more:
We build where we do not need the wall:
His trees are pines, and mine are fruit trees.
[enter council members 15 and 16, are inaudibly scolded by Charon, perhaps with fire.]
Lord of the Old:
I tell him that my apple trees will never seed and grow on your side.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Spring makes me mischievous, and I wonder
If I could put the question in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbors? Doesn’t this 
Only apply where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask
What I was walling in or out,
And to whom I was offending.
There is something that does not like walls,
That wants them to fall down.”
I could say that it was “Elves” to him,
But it’s not really elves, and I’d rather
He knew that for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone by the top of the wall
Held in each hand, like a primitive armed savage.
It seems to me that he moves in darkness,
Not only in the forest trees’ shade.
He will not forget his father’s saying,
And he likes having remembered it so well
He says again, “Good fences make-“

[Council Member #8 crumbles to the floor] [he is got carried out by members #3 and 4] [The remaining elderly exit. The Tramp of York and Edmont enter. The coquettish tramp wears minimal clothes, she is bedecked with no jewels, but of clothes of brightest colour, yet soiled quality. Edmont looks otherwordly, for he bears a blue expression, clashing with a bright yellow Thaish sash. It appears that he emulates his father, yet fails in many respects, most notably with a lack of shoes or hat. The pomposity of the both is frightening.]

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Truly, these words speak for themselves to create for every reader or viewer an unique experience. As J. Harvey K. once put it, "The King of Siam's ultimate speach, 'I know proclaim this pinêdland a fineland once again, Siam to restore, now and evermore!' only serves to sement this idea in the mind of the reader, providing a tooth full of sugar upon which the idea may crystallize out of the supersaturated solution." A Supersaturated solution indeed, of Magnificence!