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Trees, fields, sounds of cattle. Enter animals, Cyrene herding them
CYRENE (singing):
Another evening, another day
Of winding down well worn ways
Another round of standing guard
Over this herd who would be prey
Tempo and volume increase
To the wild beasts of glade and wood!
Who see in my charges more of their food
But none of growl and fang will win
Past this sentinel tending the king’s brood
The predators lurk
But must all stay hid
Or sent to their tomb
To threaten calf and kid
Tempo slows
No man could surpass such a maiden as I
In race by foot or of arrow’s flight
For this princess is of a different kind
Blessed by the archer goddess high!
Volume decreases, tempo slows more
But then the sun wanes
And all must turn in
And I lead them home
Till morning, when I lead them out again
She arrives at the palace gates. Two guards bow and open the doors
GUARD 1:
Evening, princess!
GUARD 2:
Welcome home!
CYRENE:
Good evening, sirs!
GUARD 1:
Any trouble in the fields today, madam?
Cyrene prods the herd through the open gates.
CYRENE:
None at all, my good guards.
GUARD 2:
As always, brave lady!
CYRENE:
Good night, now. I pray your relief does not arrive late!
Guards bow
GUARD 1:
Her highness is most gracious
Guard 2:
Goddess of the Woods keep you!
Cyrene exits