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The play depicts the relationship between a father and a son, and tells of the cycles of life where growing up and growing old succeed each other. Daedalus and Icarus are mythical figures and the story of Icarus' flight and fall is the inspiration for the play. The drama consists of  five sequences, representing the five stages of life and examines the relationship between the father and the son. The play introduces recurring themes such as fear, conflict, the passing of time, beauty and, most importantly, the element of flying. Icarus' desire and need to fly, as well as his craving to leave his father becomes a focal point in their conflict. This time the relationship between father and son is analysed from a woman's point of view, starting with this question – what would have happened if the flight had never occurred?





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(Numbers in brackets, next to a scene title, show the age of Icarus, and of Daedalus.)

1. On fear (5/25)

(In the labyrinth.)
ICARUS: Dad, I'm scared.
DAEDALUS: Don't be afraid. I'm right here. Your dad is right here.
ICARUS: All I hear is your voice. How can I be sure you're here? Take my hand, touch my foot, blow gently over my shoulder, tickle my neck.
DAEDALUS: If you can hear me, then I'm here.
ICARUS: What I don't see, it isn't there. It's a game we played at the beach. You put your hands just like this.
DAEDALUS: Icarus, it's dark. I can't see your hands.
ICARUS: Like this, in front of your eyes. Just like you're blocking the Sun. The way you taught me. "Icarus, put your hands in front of your eyes, because the rays of Sun go through them." Where did they go? I didn't know. But I kept covering my eyes. "And then you count to ten." You taught me that too. Count to ten. Because there are ten fingers, and that makes it easy. You just need to touch one finger at a time and count one by one. When I get to the last one, I shout "ten" and then you're happy. And you say to everybody "Icarus can count." When I get to the last number, I shout "ten", and everybody runs away. They hide behind rocks, clamber into caves, or duck their heads down in the long grass. Then I look for them. It isn't dark, it's sunny. A bright day, and you can see anything. They are easy to find. "There you are!", I shout. "I see you!"
DAEDALUS: There's more in life then just eyes.
ICARUS: Dad, are there invisible things?
DAEDALUS: No one can know that for certain.
ICARUS: So how come eyes are not enough? I see things around me. I love coloured things. I love seeing fish glitter. I love red Oriental poppies and yellow bees. I explore colours. Dad, I'm going to be an explorer one day, just like you. I'll do many things. I'll do all those things. All that can be done. Just like you. All I need is to grow up. Just a little bit. I'll look for colours on the Sun. The moment we leave this darkness, the moment we escape these walls. Then. Then I'll look for all the things around me.
DAEDALUS: Icarus, there is more to it than just eyes.
ICARUS: What is more?
DAEDALUS: Some things you can feel, smell, some you can taste, and some you can only listen to. And some...some things you can only think about. Slip into the silence of your head, and think.
ICARUS: The silence of the head – what do you mean by that?
DAEDALUS: Your head is yours and yours alone. Like mine is mine. It's a place where ideas are born. I see a problem, then I slip into the silence, and try to deal with it.
ICARUS: But how can you deal with your head. Why don't you use your hands? You have big and strong hands, Dad.
DAEDALUS: Hands are just tools. The head commands the hands, and hands do what the head tells them to do.
ICARUS: What if the head doesn't know?
DAEDALUS: Then you need to think more. You tear the problem to pieces, you make some order and logic, and then you arrange, organise, and name it, and see the solution. Because there's always a solution. A solution is always there. All you have to do is to see it.
ICARUS: I don't understand.
DAEDALUS: That's OK. You don't have to understand everything. There's time.
ICARUS: How much time is there?
DAEDALUS: Endless.
ICARUS: Endless?
DAEDALUS: I will show you tomorrow. It's night now, and we have to sleep.
ICARUS: But I'm not sleepy.
DAEDALUS: You're a child. You are afraid to go to sleep because you think you're missing out on something while you're not awake. A man spends one third of his life sleeping. If it's a third of life, it means that dreams are also life. In every way just as important as being awake.
ICARUS: But I don't dream anything. I find it more interesting when I'm awake. That's why I don't like the night. Dad, where do dreams come from?
DAEDALUS: Nobody knows that. Somewhere from the deep, from the centre.
ICARUS: I'd like to dream something nice.
DAEDALUS: Close your eyes.
ICARUS: I'm afraid. Let's talk some more. The other day, at the seaside, I found a dead bird. The sea had carried her to the shore. The bird was wet, with eyes closed, and feathers all stuck together. All the boys gathered around her, and poked it with sticks. I had a stick too. We
laughed. We wanted to know what was inside the dead bird. We found nothing, but the sea around it turned brown. It stank a bit. It was awful to look.
DAEDALUS: Tomorrow is a new day. We'll talk tomorrow. Tomorrow you can play again.
ICARUS: What if I fall asleep and never wake up? If I don't see the Sun ever again?
DAEDALUS: Don't worry. You will see the Sun. I promise. Come on now, close your eyes. There.
(Icarus closes his eyes. Silence. The loud scream of a monster is heard.)
ICARUS: Dad! There's a monster under my bed.
DAEDALUS: There is no monster. You just think so.
ICARUS: I heard it.
DAEDALUS: That was just some dogs barking outside.
ICARUS: I smelt the stink of its fur.
DAEDALUS: That was just some dead birds, fallen while flying overhead.
ICARUS: I saw his horns.
DAEDALUS: That was just shadows on the wall. Look, the Moon shines through those tree branches, and the shadows they make seem like a monster's horns to you.
ICARUS: I'm afraid.
DAEDALUS: That's why I'm here, to explain that there aren't such things as monsters. That's what Dads are for.
ICARUS: What are you scared of, Dad?
DAEDALUS: Of nothing.
ICARUS: Of nothing?
DAEDALUS: Dads have no fear at all.
ICARUS: Dad, I'm really scared.
DAEDALUS: I know, son. You are still a little boy, and you're afraid of everything. You're afraid because you don't find it familiar. That's why you always have to look at me, and repeat after me. My words, my moves, my thoughts.
ICARUS: I'm afraid of ants, of waves, of boiling water, silence, monsters, eyes at the window. I'm afraid to stay alone.
DAEDALUS: You are not alone, your Dad is right here. Come on now, get some sleep.
ICARUS: I'm not sleepy. When I fall asleep, you'll just go to the other room and leave me here all alone.
DAEDALUS: But I'm still close to you, even in that room.
ICARUS: You're far enough for the monster to grab me and take me away.
DAEDALUS: There is no monster.
ICARUS: But I'm still afraid.
DAEDALUS: If you go to sleep now, I'll take you to the seaside tomorrow.
ICARUS: We are trapped here. We're never getting out of here, and we'll never see the sea again.
DAEDALUS: Don't worry. You're my little boy, and your Dad promises to take you to the seaside. (To himself) Trust me, I'll do anything to get us out of here.
ICARUS: Do you promise?
DAEDALUS: Give me your right hand.
(Icarus does, and they shake hands.)
DAEDALUS: I promise.
ICARUS: Once Nanny took me to the seaside. I played in the sand, built a castle. She was in the shade speaking to some other women. The other children were running around, so I was building the castle on my own. The castle was only mine. I made a channel around it, so nobody could get out. I needed sea water to fill the channel, so I took a bucket and went into the water. I grabbed the water and poured it into the channel. I went deeper so I could grab more water. The water was wetting my shirt. Nanny ran to me and started yelling that my feet were not allowed to touch the water. I wasn't allowed to enter the water. I wasn't allowed to get near the waves. I could have angered the lord of the sea, and he would've eaten me with his mouth of water.
DAEDALUS: Nanny was speaking nonsense.
ICARUS: But she was crying. Hugging me and crying.
DAEDALUS: Women cry. That doesn't mean they're speaking the truth.
ICARUS: Mum cried too.
DAEDALUS: You can't remember that.
ICARUS: I remember smells. The sound and touch.
DAEDALUS: All right, enough now.
ICARUS: I love playing with pebbles, I love sifting the sand, I love diving headfirst into the water.
DAEDALUS: You need your head for other things.
ICARUS: You sit ashore, and look in the distance.
DAEDALUS: I talk to the stars, the moon and the Sun.
ICARUS: In tongues I do not yet know.
DAEDALUS: But you will. That's why I always take you with me. So you can listen, watch, and repeat.
ICARUS: But all you do is stare into the distance. You don't speak much. And I love hearing you talk. I don't understand you, but I love listening to your voice. And your stories. Some stories have odd endings. And some make me sad. But you keep telling them. Can't you come up with some new ones? Some stories made just for me. Stories no one has heard before. Stories no one knows.
DAEDALUS: Only the names change.
ICARUS: Dad, how much longer do we have to wait?
DAEDALUS: I don't know.
ICARUS: Waiting is boring. I want to run, throw stones, gather all those rejected bird-feathers and seashells, hang from trees, and jump to the ground and straight into the grass.
DAEDALUS: Sometimes one just needs to be silent.
DAEDALUS: Because one thinks more when one is silent.
ICARUS: I can't wait anymore.
DAEDALUS: You're impatient, my son.
ICARUS: Why are we locked in here, between all these hallways and corridors, in the dark…
DAEDALUS: Don't ask too many questions.
ICARUS: But you said I have to ask in order to learn something.
DAEDALUS: It's just not the right time for some questions.
ICARUS: (with joy) The monster will come, and it will swallow us. It's going to rip us apart, just like sawdust. It's going to grind us with it's powerful molars. It's going to stab us with its horns, crush us with its hooves, and flatten us to the ground just like pastry.
DAEDALUS: Enough! You really have some imagination.
ICARUS: And only crumbs will remain.
DAEDALUS: Icarus, you know I will protect you always.
ICARUS: But the monster is stronger than you.
DAEDALUS: Icarus, take my right hand.
(Icarus reaches for his hand.)
DAEDALUS: Now try to pull it down.
ICARUS: But my hand is much smaller than your hand.
DAEDALUS: Just try.
(Icarus is trying.)
ICARUS: I can't.
DAEDALUS: Try harder. Because, if you win…
ICARUS: If I win?
DAEDALUS: We go to the seaside tomorrow.
(Icarus tries his best, but he can't move Daedalus' hand even by an inch.)
ICARUS: Dad, I want to win.
DAEDALUS: A victory has to be earned.
ICARUS: I can't. I give up.
DAEDALUS: There you go. My hand is strong. But my mind is stronger.
ICARUS: What if the monster kills you? And then I'm left all alone?
DAEDALUS: There is no monster.
ICARUS: There is, there is. Nanny was telling me about them. About monsters that come out of the sea, lurk in caves, fly through the air, and hide in hallways and corridors.
DAEDALUS: Nanny doesn't know anything about it. You shouldn't listen to people with no mind of their own.
ICARUS: But she loves me.
DAEDALUS: Animals can love too.
(The monster howls. Icarus screams.)
DAEDALUS: You're just imagining things. That's enough now. You're all covered in sweat. The fever tortures you.
ICARUS: I'm sleepy.
DAEDALUS: Then sleep, my dear son.
ICARUS: Will you stand right beside me?
DAEDALUS: I will, don't worry.
ICARUS: You won't leave? Not even for a moment?
DAEDALUS: Not even for a moment.
ICARUS: What if you're thirsty? Will you leave to drink some water?
DAEDALUS: I'll endure it. And I'll be by your side all night.
ICARUS: But it's dark.
DAEDALUS: You'll know I'm here. Now close your eyes.
(Icarus closes his eyes.)

2. On flying (15/35)

(Daedalus makes some carvings on the wall. He calculates. Icarus approaches, naked from the waist up, and sweaty.)
DAEDALUS: Don't go that far next time.
ICARUS: I used the marked path.
DAEDALUS: So you didn't make any detours?
ICARUS: I followed your sketches on the walls.
DAEDALUS: Why are you so sweaty then? As if you ran for miles. To the very centre of the labyrinth.
ICARUS: As I've just said, I followed your signs. I did the route few times.
DAEDALUS: Are you sure?
ICARUS: OK, how many times are you going to ask me that? I told you I needed space. I can't be at the same place all of the time. To sit in silence with you. To look at those letters and numbers of yours. There's something inside of me that just wants to burst out.
DAEDALUS: Your duty is to pay respect to your father.
ICARUS: Yes, that is my duty, but I can't go against my own will.
DAEDALUS: That's because you let your body control your actions. Your body wants to run, so then you run, like a madman. You let your feet take you wherever they please, without any consideration. As if your feet ruled your brain.
ICARUS: And what am I supposed to do with all this energy within me?
DAEDALUS: Learn how to control it, direct it into your thoughts.
ICARUS: Like you ever did anything based on your thoughts.
DAEDALUS: I've been looking for a way out.
ICARUS: By doing calculations? You should tear down these walls. Make it possible for us to escape.
DAEDALUS: That's exactly what I'm doing.
ICARUS: No, you're not doing anything. Because for action you need hands. C'mon, give me your right hand,
(Icarus puts his right hand towards his father, and challenges him to a fight.)
ICARUS: Your right hand!
(The magnitude of his voice startles Icarus. Long silence.)
DAEDALUS: You stopped asking questions.
DAEDALUS: As if nothing interested you anymore.
ICARUS: Don't worry, I'm interested. I'm interested in lots of things.
DAEDALUS: That's why you keep running. I know you've been going to uncharted corridors. You put yourself to danger.
ICARUS: Danger? What kind of danger?
(Daedalus says nothing.)
ICARUS: Is it maybe the danger of a monster?
DAEDALUS: I told you, there are no such things as monsters.
ICARUS: Yes, you told me.
(Icarus stands still, but Daedalus redirects his gaze.)
DAEDALUS: Don't go to the centre of the labyrinth anymore. Some day you won't be able to find a way out.
ICARUS: Don't worry, I'm not a fool. I too can make a cross at the end of the wall, and write a number next to it.
DAEDALUS: I'm telling you. Don't go alone!
ICARUS: Because I could get to him.
DAEDALUS: Stop it!
ICARUS: Is it really there?
DAEDALUS: You're asking the same question over and over again.
ICARUS: To which you haven't been giving me an answer.
DAEDALUS: You should look for knowledge in me, not information.
ICARUS: The knowledge comes through my experiences.
DAEDALUS: I've found it before you.
ICARUS: You know nothing.
DAEDALUS: People on this island love me. They glorify my name, the beauty of my statues, the craftsmanship of my hands, my mind which is capable of solving the hardest riddles.
ICARUS: The people on this island are fools.
DAEDALUS: You didn't used to say things like that. You looked at me in wonder while I was telling you stories about Athens.
ICARUS: Stories about Athens…
DAEDALUS: You don't believe me. Maybe some day you will find out.
ICARUS: How? There are walls all around us. I'm locked in just like an animal in a cage.
DAEDALUS: This way you're safe.
ICARUS: Am I the monster that howls in darkness?
DAEDALUS: No. But the walls protect you.
ICARUS: From what? I am not afraid.
DAEDALUS: These walls protect you from your unfamiliarity with fear.
ICARUS: You've been planting fear on me, like it was some kind of virtue. And now you resent me because I cast it away.
DAEDALUS: I drove the fear away when you were afraid. Now, when you're not afraid anymore, I'm trying to call it back.
ICARUS: I will leave.
(Daedalus says nothing on this.)
ICARUS: Do you hear me?
DAEDALUS: I heard you.
ICARUS: Just a little while longer, and I'm leaving.
DAEDALUS: The walls are too high. The corridors unfamiliar. We walked and walked for hours, and we found a new wall every single time.
(Icarus approaches the wall with sketches, and inspects them.)
ICARUS: You built this fortress. These hallways and corridors are products of your mind, your great mind. And now you can't find a way out. Maybe there is no way out. Your building was so magnificent...but then you forgot to put in an exit.
(Icarus erases his sketches.)
ICARUS: It's your fault we're locked in here.
(Daedalus slaps his face. Icarus, surprised, takes a step back. Silence.)
DAEDALUS: I'm sorry.
(Icarus is angry, breathing deeply. He is at breaking point.)
ICARUS: One day…one day I'm going to press your right hand to the floor. I'm going to crush it with my fingers, and hold it like that till you look me straight in the eyes. Till I see defeat in your eyes. Then you will take me to the seaside. Just like you promised. We're going to tear these walls down, and just leave.
DAEDALUS: Do you think we wouldn't have left already?
ICARUS: Yes, I do think. You've got used to these corridors. You have these walls to write on, and that's all you need. You've been calculating and thinking all day long. These walls give you peace. Time to think.
DAEDALUS: I'm thinking how to get us out of here.
ICARUS: I don't believe you. If you were we would have been outside already.
DAEDALUS: You think it's easy. You think one can get out of here just like that, as if nothing else and nobody else exists.
ICARUS: If you really wanted it, you would have done it.
DAEDALUS: You think I don't feel like going to Athens? I'm thinking about it every day. Every moment I'm alone, I think how wonderful it would be to walk around its streets. At this point, my strength is at my best. My mind boils like water. I want to create, discover, make changes.
ICARUS: When I hear you talk like that, I admire you.
DAEDALUS: And sometimes you despise me.
ICARUS: And sometimes I admire you.
DAEDALUS: And this alternates just like the Sun and the Moon.
ICARUS: Then let's go. Down to the seaside, then by sea towards Athens, to the unknown. Just, let's go.
DAEDALUS: Patience.
ICARUS: But I'm ready!
DAEDALUS: We shouldn't rush into making serious decisions.
(The monster howls.)
ICARUS: Maybe we don't have any more time.
DAEDALUS: Nothing's going to happen if we just wait a little bit longer.
ICARUS: Except for the monster swallowing us.
DAEDALUS: You start with that again.
ICARUS: I sensed his craving for meat.
DAEDALUS: I told you there is no monster. You imagined that story, and you've been repeating it again and again.
ICARUS: But Dad, you keep pretending there is no monster, but I know it. You can hear it too. Its howl, the sound as it eats, tearing the meat apart. The screams. You see its shadow. The horns, and wide nostrils, its big head and mane…
DAEDALUS: There is no monster.
ICARUS: Who left those bones in corridors? And why are there all those flies? How come there's the smell of decay in the air…
DAEDALUS: Enough! Stop it. Leave me in peace, I need to calculate. I will find the way out, just give me time.
DAEDALUS: And don't go towards the centre anymore.
(Icarus says nothing.)
DAEDALUS: Do you hear me?
DAEDALUS: Then promise me.
ICARUS: All right.
(Daedalus continues with calculations, Icarus lies down on the floor, and stares at the sky.)
ICARUS: We could fly away.
ICARUS: To rise above the walls, and to sail the air. Leave all of this behind us, and go straight to Athens.
DAEDALUS: You're making up things with such ease…
ICARUS: Just as you made Athens up.
DAEDALUS: Athens exists, you can be sure of it.
ICARUS: So why don't you want to go back?
ICARUS: Dad, is it possible to fly?
DAEDALUS: Man wasn't given that kind of freedom. Only Gods, and birds.
ICARUS: (pondering) Only Gods, and birds…
DAEDALUS: Icarus, you are a man. A child. You have your feet, yout head, arms. You stand firmly on the ground.
ICARUS: Yes, but the ground is like mud.
DAEDALUS: That is where you were born.
ICARUS: Just like you were born in Athens, and I want to see it.
ICARUS: Where is my mother?
DAEDALUS: One and the same question, again.
ICARUS: To which you give me no answer.
DAEDALUS: She was just the soil. Nothing...relevant.
ICARUS: The soil I sprang out of.
DAEDALUS: She could have been any other. A container for seed.
ICARUS: But it wasn't, it was the very one.
DAEDALUS: Forget it.
(Icarus is quiet for a few moments, then says firmly.)
ICARUS: I want to fly.
DAEDALUS: (in panic) Be quiet. Someone might hear you.
ICARUS: But we're alone. You and I. And the walls around us.
DAEDALUS: A thought can be heard too. It resonates in the head. And words…you can't go over the words anymore.
ICARUS: You will help me fly.
DAEDALUS: But you've said I am the one who holds you in a cage.
ICARUS: You're the one why we're here. I'm guilty only for being your son. And a son has to be near his father.
DAEDALUS: That's how things work.
ICARUS: Till they fall apart.
DAEDALUS: You're still just a green shoot.
ICARUS: The Sun will help me.
DAEDALUS: The Sun is seductive, just like a woman. Stands in its own space, and lures you to itself. And then spins around you without your control.
ICARUS: I'd like to experience the spinning.
DAEDALUS: Icarus, all in its own time.
ICARUS: Dad, you will make me the wings.
DAEDALUS: What are you thinking of? We're not Gods.
ICARUS: But we can be birds. Are birds better than us? Do they have the mind of a man? They eat our scraps at rubbish dumps. They die in waste lands.
DAEDALUS: And you want to be a bird?
ICARUS: I want to fly. You've said you could do whatever you'd like, that your mind needs challenges, new discoveries. Make me wings. We'll both leave this place. Beyond these walls there's the Sun. Clouds that sail on their way to Athens. And we will stroll the streets of Athens, enter temples, meet people. You will receive the respect you deserve, and I will walk freely through new spaces. Make me those wings.
DAEDALUS: Your plan is a childish foolishness.
ICARUS: And you make it true.
DAEDALUS: We're getting close to holiness.
ICARUS: What is holy and sacred here in the labyrinth? Only death, which we can wait for till the end of time. We've been waiting here, locked up, for far too long. I've forgotten what trees look like. The way the sea erodes the rocks, the face of my nanny, the taste of milk. I forget things I used to find crystal clear. Time snatches them from my memory, and they vanish as if they were never with me. I will turn into you, very soon, I can feel it. Your eyes are becoming my eyes, and that's the only thing they reflect. It's suffocating. There's no air in between these walls. There's no space that can evade your gaze. Your gaze that engulfs everything. We have to leave. I want a piece of sky that would be just my own. A time and space that doesn't contain you.
(Icarus becomes more threatening.)
ICARUS: All right. Then I'll go to the monster, and let him tear me apart. You will listen my cries, and sob in darkness. You'll be left all alone, unprotected from the approaching years.
DAEDALUS: You should be next to me.
ICARUS: Every day you're getting closer to sealing us in forever. We have to leave.
DAEDALUS: You're only a child.
ICARUS: You didn't notice when I grew up. A lot of time has passed.
DAEDALUS: I don't feel it.
ICARUS: I know. That's because it would make you admit you're getting old. And time flies at me with such speed I'm afraid I'm never going to catch up with it.
DAEDALUS: You need to have a little more patience.
(Icarus puts his right hand towards Daedalus, who only watches at first, but then accepts.)
DAEDALUS: There still isn't enough strength in you.
ICARUS: Dad, why don't you let me win sometimes? Why don't you let me win?
DAEDALUS: You need to deserve your victories.
(They both struggle with every ounce of their strength. Initially they seem equal, but eventually Daedalus wins. Icarus is disappointed.)
DAEDALUS: We will leave when right time comes.
(Icarus sits in a corner, sad. Daedalus comes and hugs him.)
DAEDALUS: Stay close to me, keep pace, and do everything I do.
ICARUS: I know the drill.
DAEDALUS: And keep it always in your mind.
ICARUS: I'd like to feel the freedom.
DAEDALUS: You don't know how to use freedom.
ICARUS: What is there to know. You have to let go of it. Just like a bird lets the wind carry it through the air.
DAEDALUS: Freedom brings responsibility.
ICARUS: Freedom is a feeling.
DAEDALUS: Firstly, you need to teach yourself patience.

(It's night. Daedalus is sleeping. Icarus is nervous, looks at the sky, keeps turning around. From time to time he dozes off, but only for a brief moment. His thoughts are broken, bordering between a dream and reality.)
ICARUS: It is night, and millions of stars are disturbing me. I count those stars in order to summon some sleep upon me, though…I was never interested in stars. There are too many. And the Sun is the one and only. Big. Shining. It shines like thousands of small, irrelevant stars. I cannot sleep. We must have been punished for something. How else can I explain this restlessness, this imprisonment, this punishment? He rests there peacefully, and sleeps. I don't understand how an imprisoned man can sleep peacefully. Where does he get his dreams? I listen to him breathe, and sometimes I think I'd rather…kill him. The regular pace of his breath wearies me. I count stars while waiting for the Sun. I dream with my eyes open, staring at the sky. I don't differentiate reality from the pictures created in my mind as I strain my eyes. I see myself as the biggest bird in the sky, with beautiful golden wings made of firm feathers. I am the king of all birds in the sky, and all birds bow to me. The strength of my wings tames the wind, and the wind bows to me too. It supports me, and pushes me forwards to ease my flight. I spread my arms fiercely, my neck veins strain and my head spins in pain. The huge construction of feathers and wax weighs down on my back. But the pain doesn't hurt me, it becomes a pleasure. I enjoy the flight. The wind cools my sweaty forehead, the Sun heats my face. Dear Sun, it is so beautiful. It smiles at me, I can feel it on my lips, and on the tip of my tongue like a sticky sweetness. If only I could hug it. Maybe the Sun would hug me back, and let me land on its surface and walk over it like strolling on incandescent seaside sand. My feet drown into a soft warmness. I gaze the Earth right off the Sun's surface I laugh. Everything is so small, so irrelevant and transitory. People are invisible, they don't differ from the blades of grass. Was I once a part of them? Drown into that crowd. They wait for a sunrise as a sign to start performing irrelevant work. But I'm standing on the Sun. I want to become a part of it, to feel its strength. The Sun smiles, and its smile is divine. It takes my hand and walks me to the centre. And now I can see clearly, the Sun isn't yellow, but golden. The golden ball that shines. And my skin turns golden, my hair is golden, and my hands and arms are golden. I am all gold, and I become the Sun. I become the Sun... I become the Sun...

3. On beauty (25/45)

(Icarus is doing push-ups and sit-ups, he is sweaty. Daedalus still does the counting.)
ICARUS: What is beauty?
DAEDALUS: Where does that come from?
ICARUS: I'm wondering.
DAEDALUS: Beauty is divine.
ICARUS: Then how can a man sense it?
DAEDALUS: There are moments that put us closer to the divine.
ICARUS: Is it possible for something horrible to be beautiful too?
DAEDALUS: A man finds beauty in what is around him.
ICARUS: In the howling of a monster.
DAEDALUS: Don't start with that.
ICARUS: Seriously, I got used to it. To its sharpness. Its coughs. There is a certain beauty in those sounds. There is some tenderness in its voice. Sometimes I find its cry so mystically beautiful that I begin to wonder if maybe I'm imagining it. Almost as if I needed any sound in this surrounding silence.
DAEDALUS: You are imagining. Forget about the monster.
ICARUS: Does beauty belong only to Gods?
DAEDALUS: They can give it to men. Then a man can enjoy beauty as well.
ICARUS: And create it?
DAEDALUS: Yes, that too. But only a few recognise beauty, and even fewer can create it with their own hands.
ICARUS: Hands…
DAEDALUS: Yes, the hands that create. But don't forget that everything comes from the mind. The mind imagines things which the hands then create.
ICARUS: But, if it weren't for the hands…
DAEDALUS: The mind comes first.
ICARUS: I'd like to make something, build something. Just to do something in this cage. Everything is so empty.
DAEDALUS: Use whatever you find on your way. Things the Gods left to men.
ICARUS: But there's nothing here. The Gods have forgotten us.
DAEDALUS: I remember watching you once playing with twigs you found on the floor. Clumsily, like the child you were. Your hands were fumbling, and you were mad because the twigs wouldn't bend, but they'd break. You tried to build a castle.
ICARUS: I remember. Unclearly, but I remember. But it wasn't a castle, it was a carriage. I wanted to travel, not stay still. I don't like waiting.
DAEDALUS: Slowly, you are learning to wait. There's a lot of time in front of us.
ICARUS: How long?
DAEDALUS: I don't know. It is dark. And I'm losing track of time.
ICARUS: And your calculations?
DAEDALUS: It's a feeble attempt to explain the world around me. To capture time and its changes.
(Icarus' fingers go over Daedalus' drawings.)
ICARUS: You don't trust your numbers?
(Daedalus does not answer.)
ICARUS: Do you hear me? Why do you carve alternations of the day and night?
DAEDALUS: I trust them. But I can't be sure.
ICARUS: You confuse me.
DAEDALUS: You need some things explained to you. To believe and to be sure aren't the same thing. One needs to use words with the utmost care.
ICARUS: You always talk in riddles. As if I'm one of your students who you're trying to impress with your wisdom. And yet you don't know how to pull your only son out of the darkness of the labyrinth. You are going to let us die here. Let us turn into skeletons, in this repulsive place.
(Daedalus carves numbers into the wall.)
ICARUS: You're an old fool.
ICARUS: You carving those numbers won't bring us any good.
ICARUS: You're the same. I'm the same. The sameness is all around us.
DAEDALUS: You taught me patience. Sometimes you speak to me with such calm and dignity, and the next thing you're all in flames. I know that's normal. That's how it is and I have to accept it. I will sit here in darkness and watch your rage. I will watch you till you calm down. I will be patient and benevolent.
ICARUS: I am tired. I'm tired of sticking my neck upwards toward the Sun.
DAEDALUS: You used to admire the Sun. You used to say „Dad, look how beautiful this fireball is. Dad, reach the Sun for me, and pull it down so I'll be warm.“
ICARUS: I used to imagine playing ball with it. Doing with it whatever I liked. And how it is beautiful, so infinitely beautiful in my hands.
DAEDALUS: The greatest beauty is in its regular circular composition.
ICARUS: You've always taught me that beauty is in regular composition. But I disagree. The Sun is beautiful because it is irregularly dangerous. That's what attracts me. I want to see the Sun. I want to touch it. Make me wings!
(Daedalus does not answer, making Icarus angry. But his rage appears calm; he has already learned how to attack.)
ICARUS: You're going to wake up in complete darkness one day, and when you turn to the other side of the bed you'll search for my sleeping form. But I won't be there. You will not hear me breathing, will not see me turning my head. I will not be there. I am going to walk around your Athens. Far away from this island, and these walls you have built.
ICARUS: You have nothing to say?
DAEDALUS: Sometimes one does not need to say a thing.
ICARUS: Answer me!
DAEDALUS: You haven't yet taught yourself patience.
ICARUS: You promised to make me wings.
DAEDALUS: When you grow up.
ICARUS: I have grown up.
DAEDALUS: It's obvious you haven't. It is still not the time.
ICARUS: And when will that be? When will the time finally come? When? When will you keep your promise? When am I going to be old enough? Does it say in those drawings of yours?
DAEDALUS: The numbers do not tell the future. They only speak of the past, of what has already happened.
ICARUS: You told me that everything repeated. That everything spun in cycle, and that the cycle contained the regularity of the answer, and the beauty of the world.
DAEDALUS: Yes, I said that.
ICARUS: Well if that is true, what do your numbers say? When will you make me the wings?
DAEDALUS: When you conceive that flying is impossible.
(Icarus becomes completely frustrated, and bangs at the wall with his hands.)
ICARUS: I want to go out! Out of here! I have to do something!
(Daedalus comes near him, tries to stop him, but Icarus pushes him away. His face has turned red with anger. Then he tries climbing up the wall, but keeps falling down. Finally he sits against the wall and cries in anger and frustration.)
ICARUS: I have waited because I believed you. Now I understand I've been a fool all this time. You've been teaching me patience because you knew the time would never come. All those stories about Athens…Bedtime stories about the lost empire, before going to sleep. Farewell stories before death. The dream. Does your Athens exist at all? Or is it just something you've fed my mind with so my thoughts would fly to some other place.
DAEDALUS: You will calm down, and then everything's going to be all right again. Everything's going to be all right again.
ICARUS: There are two ways out of here. By air towards the Sun, or to the darkness in the centre of the labyrinth.
DAEDALUS: You're mad.
(Icarus gathers his things.)
ICARUS: I'm not listening to you anymore.
DAEDALUS: If you leave me the monster will kill you.
ICARUS: There are no monsters.
DAEDALUS: You can hear it howl every night. Hear its roar as it hungers for human flesh.
ICARUS: I don't believe those sounds. You taught me that.
DAEDALUS: Madness, boy. Don't be rash.
ICARUS: I will leave. And if you manage to find my bones, you should know I was a meal to this monster of yours. I find it completely irrelevant. Anything's better than rotting here with you. Turning into a shapeless sludge.
DAEDALUS: You're completely mad. Perhaps I should give you a good beating. Force those crazy ideas out of your arrogant head.
ICARUS: So hit me. I've told you it makes no difference to me. Only to run away from you.
DAEDALUS: You want to fly?
ICARUS: I'd fly away from here and I'd leave you behind as a mere tiny spot. Like birdshit. Some bird flying over our heads.
DAEDALUS: Icarus, please…
ICARUS: You're weak. A man who pleads is weak.
ICARUS: Let's play.
(positions his arm)
DAEDALUS: Enough with games.
ICARUS: It is not enough until I beat you. Until you keep your promise.
DAEDALUS: You will not benefit from beating me. You have no choice.
ICARUS: A man always has a choice. That's why one is a man, and not a slave.
DAEDALUS: You are a slave to pleasure. Food. You're bound to the Earth.
ICARUS: I renounce all of that. I will not eat anymore. I will let the hunger take control over my body. I will be as light as a feather. So light and free that the wind will carry me on its way.
ICARUS: Daedalus, if I beat you, you will finish those wings.
DAEDALUS: No, never.
ICARUS: It was the deal. But if you beat me this time, I will take that stone from your hands, and carve those lines in walls till the end of time. I will keep carving them until the entire labyrinth is filled with meaningless signs. The arbitrary signs of consolation.
DAEDALUS: You think of my destiny as a stone.
ICARUS: Well, isn't it?
DAEDALUS: You still don't get it.
(Daedalus sits weary, Icarus puts out the arm.)
ICARUS: Your right arm.
(Daedalus looks away.)
ICARUS: You coward! You know the time has come for me to beat you.
DAEDALUS: I'm trying to protect you from your own hubris.
ICARUS: You're only protecting yourself.
DAEDALUS: Don't you see I wish only the best for you?
ICARUS: How do you know what's best for me?
DAEDALUS: I should throw you away for this. Don't you think I had enough too. That I wouldn't rather find enjoyment in peace, in my work. I have to deal with your whims all the time. It is always something, something…I'm tired. I only wanted the best for you…
(Daedalus waves wearily with his hand.)
DAEDALUS: Here's the arm. I guess it's the way it should be.
(Daedalus puts his arm forward. Icarus accepts. Darkness.)

A nightmare

(Daedalus is asleep. His dream is at times magnificent, and at times it turns into a nightmare.)
DAEDALUS: Mermaids. They call. They cry. They sing. Their breasts emerge out of the sea, the nipples hidden by their red hair. The scent is intoxicating. I feel heat in my right hand. Oh, it's a small boy. I'm holding a small boy by the hand. He doesn't fear the mermaids. They are not monsters. The nostrils. Horns. Saliva coming out of the mouth. Rotten teeth. The stink of the animal. The sea is wonderful. The Sun is wonderful. It reflects in the sea. The mirror. Two suns. Beyond us and beneath us. I open my eyes. The Sun is blinding. A few birds fly right by us. The smell of Athenian women's skin. They smell of white dresses and golden buckles. Some of the clouds sing strange chants. White billows. Vast. Where is the boy? I've left him someplace. My heart pounds, the sweat runs down my neck. Irregular rhythm. Sweat. It is all right. There he is. Sitting on the cloud, and eating candy floss. It sticks to his fingers. He munches. He's happy. I laugh too. To the clouds. I'd like to try one myself. Just to lick a bit. The scent of a cloud, sugary and cold. My tongue sticks. The sun beyond us, and beneath us. The boy with wings. Feathers in his hands. The Sun grows bigger and bigger, shiny ball immersed in the sea. The little boy flies. He looks like an angel. A little fat angel with wings. Completely naked. And the Sun is his aura. The Sun is the golden ball under his feet. Some more birds fly by. Their whiteness is blinding. I turn my head, closing my eyes. I count for a few moments to pass. The birds are now distant. White sirens. The white women of Athens. The little boy is pounding with his wings upon the blue sky. He is going closer to the Sun. His cheeks are red. And his lips are red. He's smiling and he's staring right at the Sun. „Come back!“, I cry. I turn just for a moment. The birds took my attention. I reach out my arm. My big arm. My fingers shiver. As if it's cold. Come back. Do you hear? The candy floss sticks to my throat. My mouth is full of it, and I cannot talk. Come back. A few drops of wax hit my shoulder. They burn. They burn my skin. The Sun is crying? The boiling tears of the Sun God. I hear the little boy screaming. Feathers fly all over, descending towards the end. There's nothing angel-like in him anymore. He's just naked. He's falling naked. I reach with my arm, again. I try to catch him. I'm buried in the sky. I'm buried in the thin air. I'm buried in my thoughts. The boy passes right next to me. He touches my hand. Last try. Touch. Gentle. Soft. Full of hope…Scream! That lasts. And lasts. And lasts. And it's being eaten by the sea sun.
It's jaw is wide open, and it closes over him. The flash of the Sun that mirrors in the sea. And laughs. Just like a child after a mischief.

4. Feathers and wax (35/55)

(Icarus and Daedalus sit each one in his own corner. Icarus plays with feathers. The tense silence lasts for some time.)
(Icarus is silent.)
DAEDALUS: Talk to me. About the seaside, about the sea, anything.
(Icarus doesn't turn around.)
DAEDALUS: We sit in silence far too often.
(Icarus still gazes straight at the feathers.)
DAEDALUS: The silence resonates through the corridors. The time passes right next to me. Crawls like an old man.
(Icarus doesn't answer. Daedalus carefully approaches him, watches what he's doing.)
ICARUS: You don't understand my stories about the Sun.
DAEDALUS: You don't understand my stories about the time.
ICARUS: We both stick to what consoles us.
DAEDALUS: When we can't be consolation for each other.
ICARUS: We stick to the elusive.
DAEDALUS: And the elusive is enough.
(We hear the monster growl.)
DAEDALUS: You, I, and the sound from the darkness.
(Silence. Icarus nervously throws feathers away.)
ICARUS: I'm so bored that even death doesn't seem so horrible. It would be a welcomed change.
DAEDALUS: Before, you used to be afraid of the dark, the death and the unknown.
ICARUS: Now I don't care. I gave up. Nothing is unknown. The walls are always the same.
DAEDALUS: The number of carvings on them increases.
ICARUS: Those little lines mean nothing to me.
DAEDALUS: I've told you hundreds of times. I'm counting the changes of the Sun, and the Moon. The size of the Moon…
ICARUS: I don't want to know.
DAEDALUS: You never want to know anything.
ICARUS: What? Do you want me to keep asking you questions indefinitely? To ask: Dad, what is time?
DAEDALUS: The time is…
ICARUS: Needed for you to answer. The time are those carvings on the walls, which still keep you alive. You invented time so it would be easier for you to wait, so that your scattered mind could think about something.
DAEDALUS: Like you trying to catch scattered feathers.
ICARUS: I've found those. On the floor. The Gods gave them to me.
DAEDALUS: Numbers are also a gift from the Gods.
ICARUS: Gift for a game.
DAEDALUS: You play with your hands, I play using my mind.
ICARUS: One needs to collect feathers. Create something meaningful (just a suggestion – M).
DAEDALUS: Why don't you give up?
ICARUS: Why don't you give up with the carvings?
DAEDALUS: Now I'm tired by the silence. By the brevity of your sentences.
ICARUS: My constant talk used to annoy you before. And you would escape to silence.
DAEDALUS: The silence isn't in my mind anymore. I don't find peace, but unrest.
ICARUS: We should have left when it was the time.
DAEDALUS: I'm not sure about anything anymore.
ICARUS: But, maybe it's better this way.
DAEDALUS: We're trapped in short sentences.
ICARUS: That's how we understand each other better.
DAEDALUS: Everything spins, and twists. Like the labyrinth.
DAEDALUS: Are you still angry?
ICARUS: I'm not angry at you. I should've been more determined. But, I guess I didn't have enough strength to leave. So why should I be angry at you?
DAEDALUS: Talk to me. Anything. Just don't be silent again.
ICARUS: I know only one story. The one about the Sun.
DAEDALUS: Sometimes the Sun follows me just like a sign in the sky. The sign of a conflict between us. So I always wait impatiently for it to turn red, and to dive into the other end.
ICARUS: And I keep waiting all night long to ascend again. When I see those first pale rays of light, I know another morning has come, and a certain excitement flows all over me. I feel alive. The night is the unrest, the insomnia that haunts me.
DAEDALUS: Lie down and count the stars. You will lose yourself in their number and fall asleep.
ICARUS: I'm not interested in those insignificant dots.
DAEDALUS: The destiny of all humans is written in them.
ICARUS: And you transfer it to your drawings. On the cold wall.
DAEDALUS: If only you learned to read…
ICARUS: I'd be like you now.
DAEDALUS: I don't know why you find that idea so repulsive.
ICARUS: I despise you. And I feel sorry for you.
(Daedalus is silent.)
ICARUS: You despise me too. You didn't want me to leave, but now you despise me because I failed to do so.
DAEDALUS: You should go to sleep. You haven't been sleeping for days.
ICARUS: Yes, I should. But when I sleep, I can't dream. I fear the night and the dark it brings. I listen to you breathing in the dark. I ask myself: what if…
DAEDALUS: Don't bother yourself with that.
ICARUS: (doesn't listen to him) What if I had left? If I had put on the wings and just left? And arrived at the Athens we both dreamed of, and became a man there.
DAEDALUS: You're a man here too.
ICARUS: Only you can attest to that.
DAEDALUS: Isn't that enough?
ICARUS: No. I wonder how my reflection stands in the eyes of other men. Because you see yourself in me, and I see myself in you. And when I look at you, it's as if I'm seeing my future.
DAEDALUS: Which you don't like.
ICARUS: Sometimes I wonder…did you build this labyrinth for the monster, or for me?
DAEDALUS: That's cruel.
ICARUS: You drew all the walls, intertwined all corridors so anyone would get lost in them, so nobody could approach. Finally, you put the monster in the middle of it to teach me fear.
DAEDALUS: You can't possibly believe something like that.
ICARUS: Is it really so inconceivable? You wanted to protect me from some danger known only to you. From the destiny life intended me to have, and that's why you put all these walls around me.
DAEDALUS: I am here with you too.
ICARUS: Did you run from something? Did you want to have peace? Did you want to have total control over me? So that only you would influence me? To turn me into your own creation?
ICARUS: You've said you miss my questions. So here you are. All the questions that torment my mind. And the most important question – are you happy? Are you satisfied with the way I turned out?
DAEDALUS: I made a mistake.
ICARUS: Do you ever wonder: what if the thing you consider best for me isn't really the best for me. What if you were wrong?
DAEDALUS: No one can turn back the time.
ICARUS: No. But you told me once that everything repeats itself, everything goes in circles. And the question of that decision will emerge once again, just like a drop of rain in the river.
DAEDALUS: That decision will have to be made by someone else, I made mine.
ICARUS: The feather is still here around us. Maybe it isn't too late to take the different path.
DAEDALUS: It is too late. Leave it to those that come after us.

5. On time (50/70)

(Daedalus is lying down. Icarus carves numbers in the wall. We hear the monster howl.)
DAEDALUS: Icarus, I'm scared.
ICARUS: Don't worry, I'm right here beside you.
DAEDALUS: I'm scared. That when I close my eyes, you'll go to some other room and leave me here all alone. And the monster will come and take me to the centre of the labyrinth. It will crush me, and eat me. Only bones will remain, and saliva in it's mouth.
ICARUS: There are no monsters. Sleep.
DAEDALUS: But I can hear it…
ICARUS: You're only imagining things.
ICARUS: That's enough. Close your eyes. I'm right here.
DAEDALUS: I don't want to sleep. I don't have much time left.
ICARUS: Forget about time. I'm taking care of it.
DAEDALUS: Did you find the chalk?
ICARUS: It's right here in my hand. Sleep.
DAEDALUS: I had a strange dream once. Actually, not only once. I think I keep dreaming it every night. I was a little boy. I wanted to play using my hands, wanted to build, create out of stone, sand and wood, seek materials in nature and use them for new things, things that had never been seen before. Men admired me, clapped their hands, sighed from the magic of my hands. They whispered my name with such respect it seemed like I was a king or a God…
ICARUS: All right, enough with the stories.
DAEDALUS: Kings wanted my crafts to elevate their names, to save them from being forgotten. Each of my works was an eternal monument to human craftsmanship. The victory over time.
ICARUS: Time can't be beaten.
DAEDALUS: What is time?
ICARUS: Look, here are your numbers.
DAEDALUS: What is time?
ICARUS: Numbers describe time, put it into units.
DAEDALUS: Yes, but what is time?
ICARUS: The Moon and the Sun alternating, and with their alternations I count…
DAEDALUS: But, what is time?
ICARUS: Nobody knows the answer.
DAEDALUS: So why do you keep writing?
ICARUS: Because…I'm trying to figure it out. Time is necessary. Time turns in circles. That's all I know.
DAEDALUS: Then we turn in circles too. As the Sun turns the Earth. And changes our days and nights, confuses us, make us go to sleep, make us go to work.
ICARUS: One has to accept it. That's the smartest thing for a man to do.
DAEDALUS: Or…one has to exit the circle, skip the thread, touch the Sun, and be like…
ICARUS: Don't say it!
DAEDALUS: Why do you fear thoughts we both have in our minds.
ICARUS: Words gain their power when spoken.
DAEDALUS: Nonsense! The silence is more dangerous. One has to speak, about anything, pour all of it out of one's mind, to ease oneself from the noisiness of thoughts, to share the thoughts with the person close to you. I fear my thoughts bounce off the deaf walls. The walls which do not understand, and stay silent as guards.
(Daedalus approaches the wall, touches it as if he sees it for the first time.)
DAEDALUS: What do these walls protect us from?
ICARUS: I don't know.
DAEDALUS: Then why don't we tear them down?
ICARUS: Your hands are weak, your face shrivelled, your body thin and bent.
DAEDALUS: Not true! Right now I could build the most beautiful castle in the world. With pillars and columns of such beauty that all the kings walking the Earth would admire them, and with terraces from which the tree branches would descend, stairways ascending to the sky, and ceilings painted with the most famous battles.
ICARUS: Daedalus…
DAEDALUS: Exactly like that my name will be whispered one day. With admiration.
ICARUS: Daedalus, one day the force of Nature will erase all of your work.
DAEDALUS: That's not true. I became a part of a circle, and as long as the Sun turns, my name will be spoken as a chant.
(Icarus smiles sadly.)
DAEDALUS: Why are you smiling?
ICARUS: Sometimes you're so similar to me. Or I am to you. I don't know anymore.
DAEDALUS: I wanted you to be different. Not to feel this lust. The lust for new, the unknown, the unreachable. A lust is a man's doom, and it's similar to hubris. And hubris is punishable. I didn't want your lust to be your downfall.
ICARUS: I understand.
DAEDALUS: No, I have to explain it to you.
ICARUS: No need to.
DAEDALUS: I want you to understand it, I want you to talk to me.
ICARUS: Daedalus, I understand.
DAEDALUS: Sometimes I think…we should have left. It wasn't fear that kept us to this place. It was some other force, as if this was how it was supposed to be. Stars, maybe they are to blame. The stars don't like the Sun, they are jealous of it. Without the Sun the stars wouldn't shine either, it gives them light. Give me those feathers, I can make us wings. We can still fly away.
ICARUS: Calm down.
DAEDALUS: I will connect the bird feathers with wax. The wax will hold the construction together. It's a gift from birds and bees, creatures of the sky, the flyers. We can fly too.
ICARUS: Don't say that.
DAEDALUS: Are we less than the birds? Look at us! Everything is possible for us. Nature gives us things, it is our turn to take those gifts and use them. It is all ours. Yours, mine. One needs just to reach out one's hand and take it. The sky is ours too. And the Sun. We just have to reach for it.
ICARUS: A man is bound to the Earth. That's where his place is.
DAEDALUS: That's what your mother used to say. She would bend towards the ground, and cultivated it.
ICARUS: Her scent was the one of the plants.
DAEDALUS: She didn't have time to look up to the sky. She didn't understand. Sometimes you're just like her. You should be more like me, have my features. You look into my eyes every day, I am your mirror. Desires transfer from my eyes to yours, just like rays of light.
ICARUS: From which one needs to protect the eyes.
DAEDALUS: If I'm gone, if time destroys the stone, and all the statues, all buildings…
ICARUS: You're afraid of time too much.
DAEDALUS: …part of me is left inside of you. You will continue, preserve me from time.
ICARUS: It's a too heavy burden.
DAEDALUS: You will have a son, and you will name him Daedalus, and he will have a son and name him Icarus. And so on and on in circles, the life will be eternal.
ICARUS: Closed in the labyrinth.
DAEDALUS: Because if they dare… if they at least once dare to fly, the circle will break, and the Sun will laugh from the sky just like a little baby. The Sun looks nice and endearing, its face is gentler than the Moon's smile. But underneath is its evil nature. It’s a merciless God. Cruel as a monster. Ready to eat you with its huge golden mouth.
ICARUS: You're getting delirious. Your head is burning. Lie down and rest.
DAEDALUS: I don't want to. If I fall asleep, the monster will come and take me away. It's going to take me to the centre, to the corridors I have never been to. Corridors with walls without any markings. And there's no coming back. I'd like to go beyond the walls, to the sky, and then to the seaside. To play at the seaside, look for seashells, run fingers through the sand, build sand castles, watch birds…and then Athens. I would show you Athens, a city where a man feels like a man.
ICARUS: Here you're a man too.
DAEDALUS: But nobody knows I'm here.
ICARUS: I know. Now sleep.
DAEDALUS: I'm afraid. The monster is under my bed.
ICARUS: There is no monster. I'm right here beside you.
DAEDALUS: Do you promise?
ICARUS: Give me your right hand.
(Daedalus gives him hand.)
ICARUS: I promise.
DAEDALUS: And you will not leave, not for a single moment?
ICARUS: Not for a single moment.
DAEDALUS: It is dark.
ICARUS: But yet, you will know I'm here. Come on, close your eyes.
(Daedalus closes his eyes.)
ICARUS: That's it. Sleep.

The end

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