Su-Diang Qergo

An early work by the prolific playwright Kambuja, known in Cyrodiil as Cambyses, whose future son would become a celebrated folk hero in Hammerfell's struggle against the Cyrodiil Empire. Short one act plays such as the one below are traditionally played by a host of voice actors whose only responsibility is to read the appropriate character's lines, while their counterparts on stage concentrate solely on performing the often dangerous sword-fighting techniques that the genre abounds in.


 

  
So wide, these lands. So much to see and know and take in. Does it ever make your head hurt, raga?

 

  
You were not here last time I passed.

  
Here, there. If every man said "I am here", where would we be at all? Deixis Shift, fifteenth Book of the Hena-Pishatri Doctrine.

  
Only fourteen Doctrines came to us from the Western Shore, raha.

  
You question my knowledge, yet you address me with respect, even before you know my name. Careful, now.

  
With reason.

 

  
I have trained under Kezzadogo of Skaven and Heiyanji of Nenapesh and was sword pupil to Djongi, who lives nowhere for long. Then, when there was nothing left to be taught, I came here to seek out Mosedesi, the fabled instructor of the Dakfron steppes. Kezzadogo told me he was nothing but a didactic ideal, upon which I beat my duel-master the next day. Heiyanji saw him in dreams of which she never remembered the ultimate lesson. Djongi met him once in a thirst-vision, before a passing caravan saved him from the sun. 

  
You believe you have found him at last, then?

  
Surely, the only condition under which a man might quote the Fifteenth Doctrine must be that its secrets would have been useless to him to begin with. I salute you, Raha Mosedesi.

  
Once more I urge you to be cautious. Though my name may be Mosedesi, I would prefer you do not call me 'raha', for that title belongs to my brother. He is a nobler yet more foolish man than I, and we disagree on a great many things.

  
Forgive me, raga. 

  
Better. What can I teach you?

  
Anything my previous tutors could not without losing their own advantage. To win.

  
Fourteen Doctrines you have read and yet you fail to properly define the problem. Win you can - yours, however, is a theoretical issue. Assured victory is what you want. The only victory.

  
Will you teach me?

  
Did you not find me? It would seem I have already started.

 

  
We shall duel now, until you learn the secret of assured victory, which is Raga Mosedesi's secret, which is all I or anyone can ever teach you. Choose your style.

  
Every movement: real, virtual and hypothetically conceivable under the Circle Laws of Ei-Leki - fifteenth Book of the Hena-Pishatri Doctrine.

  
You learn fast. Begin.

 

  
Seven seconds from foot to clavicle. Given proper parrying, initiated before I spoke this phrase, three bones of your lower arm shatter with the first blow.

  
Fool yourself until performance becomes good fortune -- five seconds. It will hold.

  
An unorthodox trajectory, but yes, correct. Very well; your turn.

  
Anticipation Riposte.

  
Why would you -

  
Because you just -

  
Impact-In-Hindsight.

  
Exactly. Continue.

  
Two-Dimensional Strike. Does a null-width cut bleed?

  
Two-Dimensional Parry. That is debatable but there is no doubt I can block a null-width blade with my bare hand. 

 

  
You may carry on; the duel bores me.

  
Raga, before I continue: if you teach me assured victory, a secret you too are partial to, how can that secret's promise ever hold true for the both of us? Surely, you cannot surpass me forever and neither can I ?

  
A just question. To answer it we shall start our battle over, but this time as a thought-experiment, which is sibling to proper swordplay, though it often leaves a cleaner cut. Your task is to best me at every opportunity. Allow me to start off easily.

 

  
No threat in an empty palm, is there?

  
On the contrary, raga. Your smile betrays five right-hand strikes that you can count on your left. However, given that digits can only count so far, I counter you with djanensei-trengo, which is one for each of Tava's favored flagships.

  
Right you are! Better yet, let us not linger in figures that can exist outside of the symbolic. How about, for instance, one for every Walkabout-Way-Beacon that Paparuptga made to light our way? No one has ever counted them, but their number is undoubtedly Too -messa- Big -ra- For Our Heads -dogei !

  
Messa-ra-dogei may be too great for our heads, but, surely, that is simply a matter of finding a bigger head. I therefore propose an even greater number of wounds that I -with all due respect, raga- could inflict.

  
Sep osundi?

  
If we counted one for each of Tall Papa's many, many children, then surely that number would rank in the uncountable!

  
Sep osundi?

  
And at this point any further attempts of yours to add onto this number are doomed to fail, for surely they cannot move it out of the realm of the infinite.

  
Surely.

  
Which leads me to conclude that your previous statement cannot -

  
And what if, amwa, one of Papa's many, many beloved children would Walk About for a long time and eventually reach the Shore and say: "Kind father, now that I am here and my Walking days are over, I too, would like to have children." And Paparuptga would broaden his eternal grin and answer: "Yes, child, you may." And afterwards, every other child would follow suit and each would beget many, many children in its own right. Answer me then, how many children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren and so on would Ruptga have sired?

  
This reeks of forbidden knowledge. These are feeble eastern sophisms!

  
A compelling argument and nothing more. Say the words, raga. How many?

  
A greater infinity.

  
Surely.

  
An utmost curious idea. Nonetheless, you have shown your skill, raga, and you have bested me. I shall take my leave.

  
You will do no such thing. Learn from it.

 

  
Answer me, raga. Who am I?

  
You are Raga Mosedesi, anon Messa-Ra-Dogei, Too-Big-For-Our-Heads. Your brother is Messa-Ra-Dohei, who is Too-Big-For-Our-Mouths, who is full of words, but nothing more.

  
Correct. You have seen my face and have therefore seen the secret of The Greater Infinity, which is all I or anyone can ever teach you. You can surpass anyone, forever, and cannot be defeated but on your own terms. This then, I hope, is an adequate answer to your question. You may triumph over me, simply because I let you. I salute you, raha.