The Poet: 1-6 Coronation Speech

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Idris is depressed after becoming a court poet. Will he be able to turn things around by writing a speech for Kahir's coronation ceremony.

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Dialogue Choices

I'd like to know how palace life suits Idris. I should ask about his...

• Health
• Work

You: Perhaps, you could give him...

• Time
• A chance

Transcript

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• Wind and sand pound against the window, pulling me from sleep.
• I hear footsteps and the rustle of someone packing.
• You: (Is Sinbad up already? I should go see if he needs help.)

• I open the door, but there's no one outside. The wind has died, and I can't hear anymore footsteps.
• I accidentally kick something...
• I look down and see a book. Huh? There's a letter on it.
• Gina:
• A cargo ship returning from a long voyage brought back this ancient book, which Kahir has entrusted me to deliver.
• I'm in a rush, so I'll have to ask for your help. I'm sure you'll enjoy the task of getting this book to him for me.
• Sinbad the Omnipotent
• You: (Now's my chance to enter the palace!)

• I hold the book and do a twirl.
• You: (I must get dressed quickly and leave.)

• The whole palace is immersed in the joy of preparing for the coronation. Everyone is intensely busy.
• Guard: Who's blocking the way?

• A guard appears in front of me.
• You: (Now's a good time to ask where Kahir is.)

• You: I have an important book to deliver to Prince Kahir. Where can I find him?

• Guard: Why don't you take the book to the Royal Library?

• Guard: Common people aren't allowed to disturb the Prince for any reason.

• The guard brandishes his weapon.
• I don't want him to kick me out of the palace, so I turn and leave. Sulking, I make my way to the Royal Library.
• You: (Do court poets write poems in the library?)

• I'm walking with my head bowed in thought when I bump into someone.
• When I see who it is, my mouth opens in surprise.
• You: Kahir! What are you doing here?

• Kahir: I was a bit concerned about Idris, so I came to visit.

• Kahir: I didn't expect to run into you here.

• You: How lucky! I was hoping to find you.

• You: Seems like every time I come to the palace, a guard is waiting for me. I almost got thrown out again!

• You: By the way, Sinbad told me the good news. Congratulations!

• Kahir: The palace has been so heavily guarded recently that even I can't breathe!

• Kahir: I wanted to invite you personally, but I haven't had a chance to leave the palace.

• Kahir: It doesn't seem right, you offering me congratulations when you haven't even had the courtesy of an invitation.

• Kahir: But now I can give you one while you're here.

• You: And I'll be there, of course. Oh!

• You: Sinbad helped me enter the palace. He brought this book for you!

• I hold up the book I've been carrying. Kahir looks pleasantly surprised.
• Kahir: I'm amazed he was able to find it so fast.

• Kahir: This book is actually for Idris.

• You: I haven't seen him in a while. Why don't we give him the book together?

• Kahir nods in agreement.
• We walk around the Royal Library but don't see Idris anywhere.
• You: So, how's Idris been doing?

• I'd like to know how palace life suits Idris. I should ask about his...

Health

• When Idris was sick, he worried he was dying.
• You: How's he feeling now? Has his health improved?

• Kahir: The royal palace is the safest place for him to rest and write. I'm glad to say he's completely recovered.

• Kahir: But he has been a little depressed lately, and that worries me.

Work

• You: With everything that's going on right now, you've stopped to visit Idris. Why?

• Kahir: Idris has been writing since he arrived at the palace, but he seems depressed.

• Kahir: I'm worried he's not able to be happy living in the palace.

• Kahir's eyes are clouded with gloom.
• You: It's possible this environment doesn't suit him.

• Kahir: I encouraged him to give himself time to enjoy the palace, not rush into writing.

• Kahir: But Idris said he's gotten used to writing daily and can't stop.

• You: Idris's love of poetry knows no bounds.

• Kahir: He's undoubtedly the most passionate poet in the palace.

• Kahir: By the way, your invitation is still in my room. Let's go back and get it together.

• Along the way, Kahir shares with me how popular Idris's poem was during the recruitment process was.
• Everyone remarked on the beauty of his impressive verses, but there were many people who refused to admit it was a legitimate poem.

• Kahir: I thought the foreign concepts and artistic imagery in Idris's verses could breathe new life into court poetry.

• Kahir: But the cabinet and the court would not accept Idris's poems.

• Kahir: He was also required to master traditional schemes in his compositions.

• You: So is that what Idris is studying in the Royal Library?

• Kahir: Quite the opposite, I let Idris write freely in the Royal Library.

• Kahir: I don't think traditional poetry is the right fit for him.

• You: The type of rules inherent in that type of poetry will only limit his creative talent.

• Kahir: I would hate to see his work lose its unique voice and style.

• Kahir: Forcing him to abide by rigid traditions goes against my original intentions when recruiting folk poets.

• You: So this book you had Sinbad track down for Idris, is it meant to encourage Idris's personal writing style?

• Kahir nods and takes on a look of sheer determination.
• Kahir: Idris is knowledgeable in some foreign rhetoric and always offers me a refreshing perspective.

• Kahir: He's able to find insights in the thoughts and culture of foreign classics simply based on stories told by his grandfather.

• You: This book may serve as a source of further inspiration.

• Kahir: Alternatively, it could add to his stress.

• Kahir: Even when Idris was ill, his eyes were sharp and bright.

• Kahir: But now they look different, as though they've dimmed.

• You: Poets are often delicate and sensitive people. We must think of a way to help Idris adapt to palace life.

• An idea springs to mind.
• You: Perhaps, you could give him...

Time

• You: You said Idris needs some time to adjust to life in the palace.

• You: Perhaps the cabinet and the court need time to adjust to Idris. They've studied traditional schemes for so long, maybe in time they'll learn to appreciate and accept Idris's work.

• Kahir: It may be a long time before Idris finds the right balance between his work and what's expected.

• Kahir: But one task at hand is a urgent, so I'm going to appoint Idris to handle it.

A chance

• You: Idris filled the walls of his house with exceptional poems, yet he still denies his level of talent.

• You: And now that he has people who appreciate his work, he lacks the opportunity to thrive.

• Kahir: Well, now he has it.

• Kahir: I'm appointing Idris to a special task.

• Kahir: I'm in desperate need of a suitable speech for the coronation.

• Kahir: The draft the court poet gave me is the same speech as all the others that came before.

• Kahir: I think people would appreciate hearing something new and authentic.

• You: You want Idris to write your speech?

• Kahir: I can't think of a better person for the job.

• Kahir: Soon everyone will experience the wonder of Idris's talent with words.

• Kahir: The speech will be presented at the dinner a few days from now, so you have that to look forward to, Gina.

• You: We'll be the first to hear it?

• Kahir: Yes. First the speech is read at the dinner, then it's read again on the day of the coronation.

• Kahir: Idris's writing will become part of recorded history.

• I can't help but worry a little. This is a huge task for Idris to be entrusted with.
• There's a knock on the door, and Kahir is summoned to attend matters relating to the coronation.
• I bid Kahir a hasty farewell.

• When I pass by the Royal Library, I take a curious peek inside.
• I see a familiar figure... It's Idris! He's concentrating on his reading.
• He must have heard me because he pokes his head out from behind the piles of books on his desk.
• Idris: Gina, it is you! I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.

• Idris seems happy to see me, if a little surprised.
• You: Kahir said you're busy with something important. I don't want to disturb you.

• Idris gives a tired and somewhat bashful smile.
• Idris: I have no way to repay His Royal Highness for his kindness. All I can do is work hard and offer him my most solemn blessing.

• You: Your passion and determination bring joy to my heart, Idris.

• You: But you look as pale as the paper on your desk. Do you feel okay?

• Idris: I'm better now.

• Idris: I've been so busy preparing this speech, I often forget to take a break.

• Idris: I think I'm on the verge of a breakthrough. Then I'll feel better about stopping to rest.

• Idris is passionate about his work. He seems happy, if a little tired. Perhaps I don't need to worry about him so much.
• When it's time for me to leave, Idris eagerly returns to his work.
• He pores over his books and papers, his gaze shrewd and focused. He looks even more passionate about his work than ever before.