[Nuada enters his father's audience chamber and kneels]
Prince Nuada:
[in Gaelic] Father.
King Balor:
[in Gaelic] Why? Why have you done this? Why?
Prince Nuada:
To set us free. All of us, Father.
King Balor:
[in Gaelic] You have broken an ancient truce between our people and mankind.
Prince Nuada:
A truce based on shame! The humans have forgotten the gods, destroyed the Earth. And for what?! Parking lots, shopping malls! Greed has burned a hole in their hearts that will never be filled; they will NEVER have enough!
King Balor:
[in Gaelic] What humans do is in their nature; to honour the truce is in ours.
Prince Nuada:
Honour? Look at this place. Where is the honour in it? Father, you were once a proud warrior. When did you become their pet? [turns to the crowd] I have returned from exile to wage war and reclaim our land, our birthright. And for that, I will call upon the help of all of my people. And they will answer - the good, the bad...[holds up the crown piece] and the worst. [Balor is horrified, as his hand goes to the crown piece in his armor]
King Balor:
[in Gaelic] The Golden Army! You cannot be that mad!
Prince Nuada:
Perhaps I am. Perhaps they made me so.
Princess Nuala:
[in Gaelic] Awaken the army...but our green fields cannot grow out of all that blood. Let the army sleep. If our days have ended, let us all fade.
Prince Nuada:
We will not fade.
King Balor:
[in Gaelic] For the last time, my son, I ask you: is this the path you wish to take?
Prince Nuada:
It is. I'm sorry, Father.
King Balor:
[in Gaelic] Then you leave me no choice. [sighs, looks away] Death! [Balor's guards raise their weapons]
Prince Nuada:
And you, sister, are you at peace with your king's verdict?
Princess Nuala:
I am, my brother. I am.
Prince Nuada:
Then very well. Death it is.
