Prompted by some of what I've been writing over the past few days here is an adaptation for two voices of part of Godfrey Rust's "Herod's Last Request": HUSBAND: When Herod came to dinner we locked up the silver cutlery- though king of God’s own chosen nation he had a certain reputation. One thing we were grateful for - his guards remained outside the door. They said they didn’t mind it snowing and whiled away the time by throwing javelins at next door’s cat the neighbour’s curtains twitched at that. The wife set an extra place or two for the Ethiopian eunuchs who he brought along to taste his food. I said “His timing’s very good, dropping by on Christmas Day; we were entertaining anyway. Herod chewed the turkey fat and chatted about this and that- the cost of temple services the relative advantages of burnt offerings and frankincense - HUSBAND: We seemed to have his confidence and ...
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