Act Five Scene 2
Part 4
Desdemona held onto her
friend, and cried. She let her mind float onto the recent events from her union
vows to the accusation by her love, and then of the killing she did. It was all
so fast and never once she doubted her lover would resort to this. She then
remembered that Cassio was hurt. That was why Emilia came to tell her.
"Cassio? He is
hurt. I must see him." Desdemona got up and changed into an appropriate
gown. She stepped over the dead body and went out. She carefully close the door
before she exit by the rear door of the tavern. She met the owner of the tavern
and asked him where was the healer room.
"Its on your right
after the second alley." He told her. Desdemona took to her heels as she
ran in the dark alley. At her departure, the owner was curious as to why she
seek the healer at this hour. He knew of the attack and was under orders to
keep her safe. He followed her close behind lest calamity befalls her.
Desdemona found the
rear entrance of the healer, and went in. She was confronted by the sight of
wounded men; both legionnaires and town folks. She asked for the location of
Cassio.
"He had been sent
to the tavern. We are overly crowded here." The healer told her. She then
took to the front door and left by there. She saw the legionnaires now in formation
marching to meet the tribesmen. They were taken by surprise but with their
discipline and training, they were soon organized for the counter assault. She
reached the tavern and went straight upstairs. She saw her room door was
partially opened. She barged in and saw Cassio seated there, with his leg in
bandage. He was holding a gladius in his right hand.
"Cassio!"
Desdemona called out his name.
"Desdemona, thank
Apollo, you are okay. What happened here?" Cassio asked. He indicated to
the body lain there. "Is that Emilia, the love of Iago?"
"Yes, its. I
killed her." Desdemona blurted out. "It was all a mistake."
"Tell me
everything, Desdemona." Cassio told her. "Everything."
Prologue 35
Othello stood there in
the center with his men. They had formed the defensive line and held back the
advancing tribesmen. He had sent Iago to the other line by the far end, while
he organized the rear one.
"Legatus, we are
holding but we need more reinforcement." Centurion Tavius told him.
Othello nodded and looked to the hill. Where was Branius with the other cohort?
He should be here. The original plan was for Othello to confront and then kill
Desdemona. He would then ride out before dawn, and left the legionnaires to
fight on their own. But all of that changed when the tribesmen leaders attacked
too early. Now he was forced to lead his Legion.
"Man that breach,
Legionnaires." Othello shouted encouragement to his men. He was up and
down the line, and also into the tribesmen for the assault. Then he heard the
trumpet.
Branius is back. He
would now attack the tribesmen from the flank. It was working.
"Rally up. We got
our reinforcements." Othello shouted out. But he was not to be taking the
fight on when he fell into one of his undisclosed seizures. Centurion Tavius
knew of of his condition.
"Carry him back to
the tavern" Tavius told the six legionnaires. "Guard him well."
Across the harbour,
Iago and his men had beaten back the tribesmen there, and had captured the
leader. He confronted the leader on the surprise attack.
"None shall I
speak except this. Your leader is traitor. He betrayed us on his plans as he
had did with yours." The leader spoke out. "Your Legatus is a son of
the Vandals, Roman."
"No!" The
young Centurion assisting Iago lashed out and thrust the gladius from the left
shoulder into the heart. "Legatus Othello is our leader. And he would not
betray us."
Iago tried to save the
dying leader but it was too late. He then picked up his gladius and went to
look for Othello. There was something new in the plan now; Othello was accused
of being a Vandal. If he was, then his life was forfeit. If not, his life was
still forfeit or Iago's one would go.
"Where is the
Legatus?" Iago asked a legionnaire at the defense wall.
"Back in the tavern.
He fell and they carried him there."
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