ACT II

Scene. - The Hall of Mirrors, a cavernous room with a seemingly unlimited
number of mirrors of all sizes and shapes tacked to the walls.  Beings of
every sort come and go through the mirrors, though mostly in the distance. 
To one side is an impressively ornate mirror flanked by a brace of guards in
vaguely medaevil livery and silver armour.


	SONG - AMBER GUARD CHORUS

	When chaosians appear,
	   Taran-tarump!
        Our resolve turns into fear!
	   Taran-tarump!
        And the wisest thing of all
	   Taran-tarump!
        Is to pull a trump and call.
	   Taran-tarump!

        For when chaos threatens us
	   Taran-tarump!
        With their poses multifarious
	   Taran-tarump!
        It is best to rally all
	   Taran-tarump!
        With the trumping type of call
	   Taran-tarump!
        With the trumping type of call!

        Taran-tarump, taran-tarump, taran-tarump, etc

	Enter CHASTITY and LETCHERS CHORUS, a disreputable-looking crowd
with overly-intimate manners and leering contenances.

CHAS.	Oh thank you, you've all been so kind to me these last few days.

CHORUS.	(Makes soothing sounds and maneuver strategically around her.)

CHAS.	Now please, you know I'm promised to another.

		SONG - CHASTITY. and LETCHERS CHORUS.

CHAST.  I made eye contact with an Amberite

LETCH.  (softly) And a right good eye contact, too ...

CHAST.  Now you're all very nice, I'd love you in a trice,
           If you were Amberites too ...

LETCH.  (softly) Now we're all very nice, she'd love us in a trice,
           If we were Amberites too ...

CHAST.  But I feel a void inside, now I cannot be his bride,
           And no other man will do.
           (crescendo)
           And I'm really not sure why, because he's not much of a guy,
           But I'll never, never be untrue!

LETCH.  What, never?

CHAST.  No, never.

LETCH.  What, _never?_

CHAST.  Hardly ever!

LETCH.  She'll hardly ever be untrue!
           So shed a tear, and shed three more
           For now she'll have him nevermore,
           So shed a tear, and shed three more
           For now she'll have him nevermore!

CHAST.	He was pulled away by circumstance,

LETCH.  It's a magic that we all wish that we knew,

CHAST.	Amber blood will never be, and I worry that you'll be,
	   The replacement that I'll find.

LETCH.  We're exceedingly polite, and we'll make you feel all right,
           If we're the replacement that you find.

CHAST.  I don't deserve this fate,
           We didn't even have a date,
           Oh, pity me, pity me, me-ee ...
	   Though I've been shameless, it's true,
	Do I deserve this? Not!

LETCH.  But he'll never ever have Amber blood.

CHAST.  What, never?

LETCH.  No, never!

CHAST.  What, _never?_

LETCH.  No, never!

CHAST.  And he'll never ever have Amber blood!

LETCH.  So shed a tear, and shed three more,
           For now she'll have him nevermore,
           So shed a tear, and shed three more,
           Though we'll make her feel much better,
           She'll have him nevermore!

LETCH.	(Aside) At least, that's our story and we're sticking to it!

	Exit CHASTITY. and LETCHERS CHORUS stage left.

	Enter SIEG., and the ELDER CHORUS stage right.  SIEG. is looking a
                bit downcast.

BLEYS.	So you see, you can't actually _say_ you're an Amberite until you
can get an elder to admit to being your parent.  Nice try with the pendant,
though.

SIEG.	Oh, unhappy day!  Are none of you willing...?

BLEYS.	Hey, I have difficulty enough with the kids I already have.

SIEG.	That's it then.  My happiness with Chastity is doomed.

FINNDO.	Why?

SIEG.	She fell in love with me because I claimed I was an Amberite.  Now
she shall learn that I cannot prove my parentage and reject me!

FINNDO.	You sure you want be part of Amber?

SIEG.	Of course, doesn't everyone?

FINNDO.	(grunts) No.

SIEG.	But you're an Elder!  Surely you're part of Amber already?

FINNDO.	No.  I live in the shadow realities.  Have my own kingdom.

SIEG.	So you think living in shadow is better?

FINNDO. No, I don't think much of shadow, but compared to Amber 'tis
respectability indeed.  No, I shall live and pose... a Shadow King!

		SONG - FINNDO. AND ELDER CHORUS.

FINNDO. Oh better far to glare and glower
           In a realm that I have total power
        Than to play a secondary part
           With a shadow head and a shadow heart.

        Away to the world of Amber go you
           Where priviledge goes to but a few
        But I'll be true to the song I sing
           And live and pose, a Shadow King!

           Oh, I am a Shadow King
           And it is, it is a glorious thing
           To be a Shadow King.

           I am a Shadow King

ELDER.       He is!  He is a De'alund King!

FINNDO.    And it is, it is a glorious thing
           To be a Shadow King.

ELDER.	     Hurrah!  Hurrah for the De'alund King!
             For he is a Shadow King
             Hurrah for the Shadow King, etc.

FINNDO. When I sally forth to the World's End Bar
          I seduce the ladies with my feats thus far
        I get less tinysex it's true
          Than a normal Amberite would do.

        But many an elder with a name so bold
          If they want to seduce the whole household
        Must manage, somehow, to sleaze through
          More begging and pleading than ever I do!

           Oh, I am a Shadow King
           And it is, it is a glorious thing
           To be a Shadow King.

           I am a Shadow King

ELDER.       He is!  He is a De'alund King!

FINNDO.    And it is, it is a glorious thing
           To be a Shadow King.

ELDER.       Hurrah!  Hurrah for the De'alund King!
             For he is a Shadow King
             Hurrah for the Shadow King, etc.


	Exit FINNDO with a grand flourish.  All wave as he leaves.
        

SIEG.	A noble sentiment, but not one that helps me with my problem.  Oh,
my lovely Chastity, I shall surely lose her if I do not prove my worth.

BLEYS.	Sorry, can't help you there.


	SONG - SIEG. AND ELDER CHORUS 

SIEG.	Oh is there not one elder breast
	   Which does not feel the moral beauty
	Of making worldly interest
	   Suborn a newbie sense of duty
	Who would not give up willingly
	   All loving parental ambition
	To rescue such a one as I
	   From his unfortunate position

	Oh is there not one elder here
	   Who's silly plots and bad reputation
	Has caused all hope to disappear
	   Of ever winning filial obligation?
	To such a one, if such should be
	   I swear by pattern's glow above you
	If you will cast your eyes on me
	   However foolish it be, I'll trust you

	If you will cast your eyes on me
	   However foolish it be, I'll trust you
	I'll trust you...

ELDER. (Angrily)
	Alas there's not one elder here
	   Who's silly plots and bad reputation
	Has caused all hope to disapperar
	   Of ever winning filial obligation!

SIEG.		Not one?

ELDER.		No no not one!

SIEG.		Not one?

ELDER.		No no...

FLORA.		There is one!

ELDER.    	Oh no, it's Flora!, etc.

FLORA.		It's Flora!

FLORA.	Oh family deaf to newbie's name,
	   For shame
	It's true that he has gone astray,
	   Today
	Is that a reason good and true,
	   Why you
	Should all be deaf to newbie's claim?

ELDER.	The question is had he not been a thing of beauty
	Whould she be swayed by quite as keen a sense of duty?

FLORA.	For shame, for shame, for shame...

	(FLORA. approaches SIEG.)

		SONG - FLORA. AND ELDER CHORUS.

	Poor wandering one
	Though thou hast surely strayed
	Take heart, brace
	Thy steps retrace
	Poor wandering one...

	Poor wandering one
	If such poor blood as mine
	Can help you find
	True peace of mind, why
	Take it, it is thine.

ELDER.	(The CHORUS begins dancing, whirling around SIEG. and FLORA.)

ELDER.	Take blood, no danger of ours
	Take any blood but ours

FLORA.	Take blood, fair days will shine
	Take any blood, take mine!

ELDER. 	Take blood, no danger of ours
        Take any blood but ours

FLORA.  Take blood, fair days will shine
        Take any blood, take mine!

	(The ELDER CHORUS mills around in the background)

SIEG.	Mom!

FLORA.	Son!

	(They embrace.)

SIEG.	Well Mom, it's been swell, but I have to go make a date with
Chastity...

FLORA.	Not so fast there.  You're just right for my plans.

SIEG.	Plans?

FLORA.	Yes!  Refuse to talk to me, will they?  Flora and the Unicorn jokes
again, is that it?  Well let me tell you, they're going to love this one!

SIEG.	Ah... What do you mean?

FLORA.	Now you just keep quiet for a bit.  I'll handle this.

	(The Elders make to leave)

BLEYS.	C'mon, last one to the World's End Bar is buying.

FLORA.	Just one second!  I have something to say to all of you...

ELDER.	You do?

FLORA.	Yes, and I've decided to relate it in song...

		SONG - FLORA. and ELDER CHORUS.

FLORA.	I have this day my son discovered,
	It's an important thing you'll agree
	I'm not Random, who's kids uncovered
	   Surpass all others to a great degree.
	He is my son, and it's so sublime
	   His true father is among you
	Don't make a fuss, this plot is mine
	   At least we didn't have sex too.

	(SIEG. appears about to question FLORA, who shushes him)

BENEDICT.  I wish, no must,
	     Make my disgust,
	       At this TP perfectly clear
	   He's here for sex,
	     No more no less:
	       If so, why give him Amber-kin?

BLEYS.	I must protest - our new arrival has a host 
	   Of valid points to spend, 
	His player's opportunities should not depend
	   On if this has been done before 
	But we concede the fact that while the plot is old
           It's not the player's fault,
	   We'll overlook that clearly OOC insult
	     And so undaunted will proceed.

BENEDICT.  I wish, no must,
	     Make my disgust,
	       At this TP, perfectly clear
	   He's here for sex,
	     No more no less.
	       Why need we father him?

	GERARD.                       BLEYS.
	If this kid's so great        It's up to us
	Then why the power-play?      To stop this fuss
	If he's not a prate           And to decide
	Then why on earth             Whose he is
	The Unicorn-display?

	JULIAN.                        OSRIC.
	It seems to me                 I am not surprised
	These things should be         But we'll make sense of this yet
	Worked out early               The problem is
	'hind the scenes.              That Amberites
	It's very sad                  Are not such fertile men
	To see the complex and         How sad to see
	Engaging game that used to be  What used to be

                (BOTH)
                A modicum of fun and creativity
                Become like any other MUSH
                A battleground where petty power-grubbers
                Slug it out with glee.

	GERARD.                         BENEDICT.
	Through the antics amusing      I wish, no must, make my disgust
	Of this confusing ol' stink     At this TP perfectly clear
	Comes the sneaking suspicion    He's here for sex, no more no less
	His +position is 'twink'        If so, why must he get it here?

	BLEYS.                          CORWIN.
	I don't suppose                 What about me?
	You understand the strain       I just might be
	Of Seigfried getting where      Willing to have
	He's come.                      Another son.
	For then you'd simply call
	Him new-arrived and not
	Imply that he was one of *those*

	BENEDICT.                       JULIAN.
	But how can you                 It seems to me
	Adopt one who                   There's little point in running circles
	Thinks he deserves                round and round,
	Amberite Blood?                 If Seigfried's father's to be found
        	                        Then by all rights it must be one of us
                	                In short, a son
                        	        Child of but one
                                	We must explain
	                                How this fits.

	FLORA.                         ALL BROTHERS.
	I can only say                 You know, she's right?
	He's son to all of you         We know that night!
	Why can't you recall           How'd we forget
	The Masque-ball night          Such a thing!
	I coxs'n'd all the crew?

	BLEYS, BENEDICT, FLORA         GERARD, JULIAN, OSRIC
	How sad                        It's very sad
	To see                         To see the complex and
	What used to be                engaging game that used to be

                      ALL:
                      A modicum of fun and creativity
                      Become like any other MUSH
                      A battleground where petty power-grubbers
                      Slug it out with glee!

	(All stop and ponder a second.)

BLEYS.	Wait a minute.  Son to all of us?  I mean, I know we all had sex
with you that night, but that would make him 12/2 Amberite!  Surely only one
of us...

SIEG.	(Nervously chuckling) I'm sure my mother meant it only figuratively,
Uncle.  She would never have...

FLORA.	(Interrupting SIEG. with a glare) No, I was prepared for just that
night.  You see, I had a plan...

	(Collective groan from the ELDER CHORUS)

FLORA.	(Angrily) Yes, a plan!  I decided to unite all the forces of Amber
everywhere.  Using my advanced shapeshifting power I made sure he carries
the genes of all of you.  He is the heir to Amber, Avalon and De'Alund!

	(Flora makes a gesture to a group of bystanders who rush forth as if
on cue.)

BYSTANDERS.  Hail Siegfried, heir to Amber, Avalon and De'Alund! Huzzah!

BLEYS.	Of all the stupid plots...

FLORA.	BLEYS!

BLEYS.	(Resignedly) Oh, all right.  Sure.

	(Sighs and noddings from the elders as FLORA urges on the
suspiciously convenient bystanders into rousing cheers for SIEG., who they
have lofted onto their shoulders and carrying around the Hall of Mirrors.)


        Enter CHASTITY and LETCHERS CHORUS again, with CHASTITY in very much 
                sexier clothes.  In fact, several of the Elders do double-
                takes and stare at her.

CHAST.  That was very consoling, boys.

LETCH.	(Collective leering chuckle, as BLEYS hurries over to join the
CHORUS).

CHAST.	I think these changes will do nicely to keep my mind off my terrible
loss...

	(The crowd surges past, carrying SIEG.)

CROWD.	Hail Siegfried, heir to Amber, Avalon and De'Alund!

CHAST.	(Plants a palm in the face of one leering member of the CHORUS who
is whispering something to her.)  Siegfried!

LETCH.	Damn!

SIEG.	Chastity?

CHAST.	(Running over to him) Actually, I changed my name to Charity.

LETCH.	(Collective leering chuckle again, quickly silenced.)

SIEG.	What matters a name, when you have come back to me?

CHAR.	You mean, you want me back?  After Sha-Katril took me away by magic?
After... well, after some other stuff that probably isn't that important?

SIEG.	Even then!  I have proved myself, you see, I am now an Amberite!

USAGI.	(Somehow appearing out of nowhere)  Yes, he is an Amberite.  He's
the son of Flora and all of the male elders, making him 12/2 Amberite, the
most powerful Amberite ever and heir to the three power blocs of Amber!

	(CHARITY and SIEGFRIED embrace as AZUTH breaks free of the LETCHERS
CHORUS to stalk over to a corner.)

	SONG - AZUTH

	I can't believe the story I just heard!
	12/2 Amberite?  But that's absurd --
	12/2 Amberite?  How can that be?
	That would make him -- a stronger man than me!

	Stronger than me?  Than *anyone*
	Than Jenner and Fiona's son?
	I'll tell Jenner!  Evil Amber plot
	We'll foil it somehow, we've simply *got* --
	It can't go on, not *this*, no way.
	I'm going to tell, you'll see. He'll pay.


	Exit AZUTH, fuming.


	(SIEG. and CHARITY. move center stage, arm in arm.)

		SONG - SIEGFRIED. and CHARITY.

(BOTH). 	A love so pure and true, complete and undefiled,
        	And a love of such simplicity
        	And which gives us such felicity,
        	Has shown us Truth at last; and we are reconciled.

	(The song falters and fades.  The lights dim.  Everyone freezes then
begins moving very slowly.)

SIEG.	(Slowly) What's happening...

USAGI.	You mean you don't know about lag?  (Looks around).  Everyone?

		SONG - ALL

ALL.    With lead-like tread, we stumble cross the MUSH
        Even mortal combat, impossible to rush
        No text at all, our connection's really stuck
        But it won't last long with a bit of luck
        
        But all across the virtual space
        Complaints are aired in every place
        
        Hail! Hail! The lag is here!
        Frozen in suspension
        It's not required now to mention
        All hail, the lag is here!
        Please don't try to make that clear!
        
        Hail! Hail! The lag is here!
        Sever your connection
        Whatever, it's the Net's fun
        All hail, the lag is here!
        Wonder if we've made that clear?
         

JONATHAN.       It's the beast Shub-Internet
                Who preys upon us now
                With a million tasks I bet
                You'd lose a few somehow


ALL.    With lead-like tread, we pose a step or two
        There is no point, but we need something to do
        Ignore the complaints, the hardship's bravely born
        For the moans of the whiners we condemn to scorn

        No text at all, appears upon our screen
        Then with a massive rush, our actions can be seen
        The spam is huge, don't think that you're okay
        There is no hope this lag is here to stay

        Hail! Hail! The lag is here!
        It seems to pass by one or two
        But what is there for them to do
        All hail, the lag is here!
        Please don't try to make that clear!

	(ALL kneel, SINGING)

        It's just some lag, there's no cause for alarm
        We can pass through it fine without a doubt
        When things resume, we'll all be free from harm
        Save shattered ears from a wizardly shout

	(Music swells as ALL regroup to a line, marching forward slowly)

        Hail! Hail! The lag is here!
        Sigh in mortal frustration
        But resist the evil temptation
        All hail, the lag is here!
        Please don't try to make that clear!


	Suddenly, enter SHA-KATRIL, somehow unlagged.  She dodges around
several lagged Elders and makes a beeline for SIEGFRIED and CHARITY.

SHA.	Aha!  Never underestimate a dragon, you fools!  It took me nearly an
hour to recover from Bleys' sneak attack, but now I'm back!  Siegfried, you
are the one that stands between me and Charity, I'll kill you for that!

SIEG.	Dammit, I can't move!  Someone, stop her!

ALL.	We can't, we're lagged too!

SHA.	(Laughs evilly)  Prepare to meet your doom!

	(Suddenly there is a rattle of explosions in the distance of the
Hall.  An innocent bystander is blasted apart as...)


	Enter SABBATH, PRISS, and CARIS.


		SONG - SABBATH, PRISS, and CARIS.

THE THREE:
           Three very violent girls are we,
           Filled to the brim with ghoulish glee,
           And an agressive tendency,
               Three Very Violent Girls!

CARIS:     Everything is a source of fun! (chuckle)

PRISS:     Nobody's safe when we've got a gun! (chuckle)

SABBATH:   And If you're smart you'll turn and run!

THE THREE:     Three Very Violent Girls!

ALL (dancing):
           Here they come with railguns blazing!
           Seven kinds of hell they're raising
           Virtues of the Ares Viper praising!

THE THREE: (suddenly demure)     Three Very Violent Girls!

CARIS:     One violent girl can be troublesome,

PRISS:     Two violent girls, and a fight *will* come,

SABBATH:   Three violent girls is our total sum

CARIS:     From three Violent Girls take one away,

THE THREE:     Three Very Violent Girls!

PRISS:     Two violent girls remain, and they --

SABBATH:   Ne'er take damage, or so they say --

THE THREE:     Three Very Violent Girls!

ALL (dancing):
           Three little girls who are always wary!
           Firing at those they think contrary,
           Spreading the carnage arbitrary,

THE THREE: (suddenly demure) Three very violent girls!


SHA.	What is this?  Go away!

THE THREE:  There she is!  Get her!

SHA.	What?

	(The Three blast SHA. into dragon cutlets.)

SABBATH.  Got her!  Now, let's move!

	Exit SABBATH, PRISS and CARIS.

	(There is a moment's silence, then gradually everyone starts moving
and talking again.)

SIEG.	What was all that about?

JULIAN.	(shrugs) Who knows?  Just some random tinyplot.


		SONG - JULIAN, SIEGFRIED and ELDER CHORUS

JULIAN. Although for most people, one story is plenty
        Owing to the nature of the MUSH
        There are probably more than twenty

SIEG.	Twenty?

JULIAN. Just when you are engaged in real relations
        Having subtle sexual connotations
        There will come along some other plot
        To turn your tale into a little blot
        Upon the other players wild imaginations

SIEG.   Yes yes, I see, with your reasoned speech I do agree
        How can, you stand, the things their plots must demand?

ALL:    A tinyplot, a tinyplot, a most ingenious tinyplot
        Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ha, a tiny-plot!

        A tinyplot, a tinyplot, with mind-control we have a lot
        Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ha, a tiny-plot!


	Enter JENNER and the CHAOS CHORUS, with AZUTH in tow.

AMON.	All hail the King of Chaos!

		SONG - JENNER.

	When I was a lad I served my time
	  As primal chaos goo, semi-serpentine,
	I oozed and slimed and slithered in space
	  And never no never was the same thing twice.

	  Being a slime so suited me,
	  That now I am the King of Chaos Royalty!

	My oozing left my Lord impressed
	  So he bid me be as a guardsman dress'd
	I hoped to prove myself stalwart
	  So I grew a second head from a hairy wart.

	  Two faces worked so well for me,
	  That now I am the King of Chaos Royalty!

	My time as a guard I served so grand
	  That they took me into the Hendrake clan,
	They adopted me and gave me a name
	  Then concocted a history of family fame.

	  For inherent moral leprosy,
	  They chose me for the King of Chaos Royalty!


	JENNER nods and waves as AZUTH whispers in his ear, pointing at
SIEGFRIED.

ELDER.	(Various grumbles and dirty looks at the chaosians).

CHAOS.	(Various grumbles and dirty looks at the amberites).

JENNER.	Ah, I see we have a gathering going on.  What is the occaision?

FLORA.	(Proudly) We are celebrating the discovery of my son Siegfried, heir
to Amber, Avalon and De'Alund!

	(The crowd of bystanders sighs and makes as if to rush forward and
cheer for SIEGFRIED again, but FLORA waves them off.)

JENNER.	My son, the heir to all that?  How very nice!

	(There is a moment of dead silence.)

FLORA.	Your son?

JENNER.	Yes, my son.  Nice to see you, Siegfried my boy.  You're looking
most chaotic.

SIEG.	Huh?

BLEYS.	Now, just wait a minute here.  Flora, what's he talking about?

FLORA.	(In annoyance) He's lying.  I ought to know my own son.

JENNER.	But of course he's your son, my dear.  He's _our_ son.

	(A collective gasp goes up from the ELDER CHORUS).

FLORA.	(Quickly) He's still lying!  I never slept with you!

JENNER.	Well, you didn't really know you were, I confess it.  Yes, you see,
I knew about your little plot to unite all of Amber...

FLORA.	You did?  Oh, yes, well, it has been going on for some time...

JENNER. Exactly.  It was a good plan, but not one that I, as the King of
Chaos, could allow to happen.

	(FLORA preens, glancing back at the ELDER CHORUS and enjoying the
limelight.)

JENNER.	So, I had my son here switch the room numbers on the hotel hallway
the night of the Masque-ball.  It was I that slept with you twelve times
that night, shifting to each form as the night went on!

JULIAN.	Just a second, then who was it that we all slept with?

	(JENNER wraps a fatherly arm around a bewildered AZUTH.)

JENNER.	Did you know that Azuth has advanced shapeshifting powers?

ELDER.	WHAT?!?

AZUTH.	WHAT?!?

JENNER. (Aside to AZUTH) Shut up, or you'll blow the whole thing. (Smiling
at the assembled Elders) So you see, I am Siegfried's real father!

SIEG.	No!  I want to be an Amberite, not a Chaosian!

JENNER. (motions the CHAOS CHORUS forward to grab SIEG.) Now son, that's no
way to talk.

BENEDICT.  (drawing his sword) I'm killing AZUTH first.

AZUTH.	(Horrified, as the ELDERS move towards him) Help!

	Exit AZUTH, diving into a mirror.  The ELDER CHORUS makes a
half-hearted attempt to follow him, but the CHAOS CHORUS blocks their path.
A tense moment ensues, until both sides back off again.)

SIEG.	I suppose this is going to make assuming the throne of Amber a bit
tricky.

ERIC.	You have chaos blood, you won't get near the throne while I'm alive!

	SONG - ELDER CHORUS

ELDER.	We are dashing elder Princes(ses),
	Ever fighting, ever drinking;
	   We indulge in winks and winces(ses)
	   When the common folk try thinking!
	But if anyone should bring up Chaos when we have discussions,
	We wish they hadn't done that 'cause the notion turns our stomachs,
	Yes, we wish they hadn't done that 'cause the notion turns our stomachs!
	   Maladjusted, never-dusted,
	   We hate Chaos; it disgusts us.

FLORA.	But they're really not so bad,
	Advanced Shapeshifting's kind of ... *shivers* rad.
	
ELDER.	We are dashing elder Princes(ses),
	  But Chaos quite disgusts us,
	    We exchange some nervous glimpses(ses)
	
FLORA.	But so many of them can:
	Shapeshifting makes a perfect man.

ELDERS sing,

	We are dashing elder Princes(ses),
	Ever fighting, ever drinking,
	   We indulge in winks and winces(ses)
	   When the common folk try thinking,
	The common folk try thinking,
	   Maladjusted, never-dusted,
	   We hate Chaos; it disgusts us.

SIEG.   You know Flora, I might have been real mistaken when I said that I
had an Amberite for a parent.  Now that I think of it, the adoption records
at the orphanage will probably show that my mother was born in my home
shadow and it was my dad that wandered through...

JENNER. Quite a little kidder, aren't you son?  No, she's your mother all   
right, and I'm your father.  Truely.  Would I lie?

SIEG.	(Resignedly) I suppose not.

BLEYS.	(Slaps a hand to his forehead in disgust.)

	(Exit all)


		END of ACT II