The Royal Hunt of the Sun, by Peter Shaffer. A huge heraldic signet bearing a black cross is pinned with ascetic severity to the rear wall of the stage. Suddenly, it begins to open like secret paneling. Triangular sections peel back, and tongues of gold lick the surrounding dark. In the center of the blazing disk, like a jeweled idol released from a total eclipse, stands the sun god, the Inca, immutable, glorious, incandescent. In another scene, bitter light stipples the Spanish soldiers' helmets and swords as they pantomime their nail-clawing ascent of...
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