Chapter 91 To the Troupe Members
"...'Messenger of heaven, you may imagine that my land...'..."
As Nilu read, her eyes gradually widened. This was the first time she came into contact with this form of poetry. It seemed to be describing a small object, but also seemed to be trying to convey something to its readers.
“…This poem is so special.”
After reading, Nilu couldn't help but put one hand on her chest, pinched her three fingers into a flower shape, and used subtle dance movements to express the most intuitive feelings the poem gave her.
"I also think this is a carefully set trap, just to lure us into the trap. People here don't write poetry like this." Rickard, a plump middle-aged woman, also expressed her opinion.
"...Hmm, so it was a trap?"
Nilu thought of the inexplicable printed text and this special form of poetry. Even though she liked the poem and thought it was speaking to her heart, the balance in her heart quietly tilted towards other members.
At this time, Zubair read the letter sent along with the poem and script again and fell into deep thought.
"Mr. Zubair, you don't really think what he said is true, do you?" Ricard asked with some concern.
"His words are indeed convincing." Zubair shook his head and handed the letter to Nilu. "Nilu, what do you think?"
Nello: “Ah, I…”
"Don't be nervous, read the letter first, and then tell us what you think. Maybe you haven't realized that you are the most sensitive among us to other people's attitudes," said Zubair.
Mr. Zubair, you think so highly of me...Okay, I will definitely work hard!
Nilu took the letter with a determined look and read it carefully. The letter was very long and was also typed.
Nilu read softly: "Dear troupe members, I regret to convey my greetings in this way, but my status does not allow me to appear in front of you frankly.
Once my identity is exposed, I will face the condemnation and wanted list of the House of Lords. It's not that I care about myself, but I have more important things to do now.
This incident can gradually eliminate prejudice and make the arrogant put away their contempt. Think about it, the scorching sun and the yellow sand will no longer be barriers that prevent us from communicating with each other. People on both sides of the windbreak can confide in each other even if they can't see each other.
I know that the prospects I described are too exaggerated, and you may have sneered at my arrogance when reading this, but this is exactly what I want in my life.
This is not empty talk or fantasy. I will not let it be sealed in a glass jar forever like a seed without rain and sunshine, because I am doing the only thing I can do in my identity and position——"
"——I write this letter to you, asking you to bring the literature of the desert to the people of the rain forest."
Zubair's voice and Nilu's voice overlapped, and this was the part of the letter that touched him the most.
"Ah?!" Nilu let out a very light cry of surprise.
Ricard shook her head in disagreement. She looked at Nilu tenderly. She knew that Nilu was very kind and would be easily moved by such words. What she didn't want to see was that Nilu would be hurt in the future because of being deceived by "Shakespeare".
Gasani stood aside in silence. He agreed with the views in the letter and the words and deeds of the owner of the letter, but only if they were true.
Compared to judging the good and evil of the owner of the letter, another thought in Nilu's mind was stronger:... Is this really something I can do?
Such a great thing, Mr. Shakespeare actually asked us to do it...
Nilu took two deep breaths and continued reading:
"...I translate desert poems and novels into rainforest language, and use shady means to place them on your backstage or stage.
If you have read this far and agree with what I have done and said, please read those works.
That is only a tiny part of what I carefully selected and thought about before I dared to send it out. My little vanity makes me believe that it can move you and other viewers.
I hope you can perform it in the form of a poetic drama or an opera, which are some of the popular stage play forms in Fontaine, which can convey costumes, poetry, novels and emotions to the audience.
Of course, this is my wish, but not a plea. I could have packaged myself as an innovator and proclaimed that this was the great mission I entrusted to you, or I could have begged for your help over and over again in timid words and promised you generous rewards.
But I know that all this is meaningless. Sending this letter is also part of the process of eliminating prejudice. I cannot provide you with any help. Compared to me who is trying my best to hide my true identity, you who have never met me are the brave ones.
At this point, you may have begun to speculate about my identity. You may have seen me before, and you may have a deep impression of me. Our first contact may not have been pleasant, but by now, our views of each other should have changed - so who could it be?"
Nilu couldn't help but wonder.
"The person who speaks in this tone is most likely one of the viziers who caused trouble for us before," said Ricard.
Zubair agreed: "Yes, that's my first feeling too. He has offended us and most of the troupe members, so that's why he said that."
Nilu asked, "So we're not the only ones who received Mr. Shakespeare's letter?"
"That's what he said, but we haven't had time to confirm it yet. After today's performances are over, I will go to various theaters with others to inquire about the news," said Zubair.
Hearing Zubair say this, Nilu suddenly felt relieved.
When she read the letter written by Mr. Shakespeare in such a sincere tone and learned about his great wishes, she felt as if a huge rock suddenly pressed on her shoulders.
It's not just us who are being asked to do this. Fortunately, my ability is still not good enough... I might disappoint Mr. Shakespeare's expectations, Nilu thought.
“Mr. Zubair, is it really a good idea to clear the suspicion against him so quickly? We were just discussing whether he was instructed by the Fatwa Council.
And no matter who he was and what his purpose was, after we performed according to his letter, the House of Fatwas had sufficient reason to close our theater," said Ghasani.
Zubair: "Well, what you said makes sense. The people of the Fatwa House are indeed likely to use such despicable means. Nilu, what do you think?"
"...Ah, me?" Nilu felt the pressure, "I...I think what Mr. Shakespeare said is true, I am willing to believe him, but..."
"Your view is the same as mine," Zubair said. "Besides, art is meant to entertain the public. Desert art or rainforest art are both art. I don't think as far as Mr. Shakespeare did.
I think the novels and poems brought by Mr. Shakespeare are very good, and the poetic drama and opera are also very novel forms in Xumi, so I want to bring them all to the stage and let the audience see them.
As a theatre manager, I don’t understand all the twists and turns. I will pay all the fees and go through all the formalities according to the regulations of the Fatwa Council. The Fatwa Council should also recognize my status as the theatre manager and allow me to choose the appropriate script and decide the form of the performance. ”