THE
SOURCE
BY
SCOTT KRAFT
ROXTON: This is not from a horse.
VERONICA: It’s a ceremonial cup made from
a human skull. They use it to drink the
blood of their enemies.
ROXTON: I’d hate to see what they use for
brandy snifters.
CHALLENGER: What do you want?
HORSEMAN: Give us the witch.
ROXTON: Friend of yours?
MARGUERITE: That’s not funny!
CHALLENGER: Oh, you know, sometimes I
think it might be nice to be back in civilised society where dying of boredom
is the most constant danger.
CHALLENGER: If you’re asking my advice,
I’d say what do you really want? I have
seen the way Anna looks at you.
MALONE: Aw, she’s just grateful.
CHALLENGER: (laughs) Oh, how youth is wasted on the young.
If I was your age on the adventure of a lifetime with a beautiful woman
like that looking at me, I know what I’d be doing.
ANNA: Friends, I am afraid I have been
less that truthful.
VERONICA: That’s the first honest thing
she’s said so far.
ROXTON: So, tell me Marguerite; eternal
youth, won’t it get boring?
MARGUERITE: (laughs) A question only a man could ask.
ROXTON: And why is that?
MARGUERITE: Because men get more valuable
with age.
ROXTON: Huh…and women?
MARGUERITE: And women, for every year,
every wrinkle drops your stock a little lower.
ROXTON: Imagine millions of cranky old
people running around trying to make up for lost time.
MARGUERITE: Imagine never growing old at
all.
ROXTON: I get tired just thinking about
it.
ANNA: Where is he going?
ROXTON: Now he’s got the gift of eternal
youth, he’s off to get himself killed.
MALONE: So it was better when you were
younger?
CHALLENGER: Better? It’s hard to say. Older sure hurts more.