Please make a stickman animation about this story! Make sure...
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Please make a stickman animation about this story! Make sure the animation is as good as possible! Think as deep as possible "Scene 1: The inn on the Saddle A sleet storm hits a mountain inn run by Anselm, whose old hound is called Dog, like all his dogs before ("I told myself it saves grief"). Four travelers arrive: Corvin, a cavalry captain, sword on his hip, back to the wall. Hesper, a thin old woman, soaked, silent by the fire. Tamsin, an astronomer with a brass case and a quadrant, wanting an east window to watch the sky. Elin, who walked up after her horse went lame. Her husband is three days past the pass, sick in the lungs, and she wants to go on into the storm. Corvin stops her: the pass will kill her by the fourth switchback, and "what use are you to him dead?" She sits. The dog lies across her feet. Scene 2: The vial Over supper Corvin says survival comes first. Tamsin answers that first isn't highest: a foundation comes before a house, but nobody lives in a foundation. She says Corvin has confused a condition with a value. Hesper asks what the difference is, and says "Prior isn't a rank." Anselm sets a green glass vial with a lead stopper on the table. He cuts his palm open and lets them watch it close. He has kept the inn 306 years. He drank a vial at fifty (an alchemist paid for lodging with two), and it stops aging but not everything. He's been run through and burned, and neither took. He has carried the second vial for 300 years and has asked this question forty-one times. If someone says something he hasn't heard, the vial is theirs. Corvin asks who judges. Anselm: "I'm holding it because I can't die. That isn't power. That's furniture." Scene 3: Four cases Corvin: Power. At nine, soldiers came to his village. The wise priest was hanged, the schoolmaster's books were burned, and his mother's love did nothing. Power is the wall around every other good. Every peace dies with the man who made it, so a keeper who never dies could finally make one hold. Anselm has heard the wall before; the immortal keeper is new, but "new isn't the same as good." Tamsin: Knowledge. It's the only good that multiplies by being divided, can't be taken by force (you can burn the books, not what's in the children's heads), compounds, and is the same for king and goatherd. It's good in itself and good for everything else. Ignorance kills more than malice. She has worked out that a comet returns in 406 years and wants to see it. Hesper: Wisdom. Any good becomes a curse in the wrong hand, so the one thing good in every hand is knowing-what-to-do-with. She had everything else as a king's chancellor, then signed the edict selling the reserve grain to fund a war. Twelve thousand died. Someone must also judge this contest, and that takes wisdom. Anselm: Life. Every other good is something a living creature wants, and nothing wants anything dead. Life isn't an item on the table, it is the table. He rejects the idea that endless life must be boring: the wanting never runs out, and he'd take a fifteenth dog after burying fourteen. Only the company runs out. Elin says she has no such good. Hesper: "You have one. You've simply never had to say it out loud." Scene 4: Cross-examination Hesper vs. Corvin: Power to do what? A bow needs a target. Power to keep power is "a fever, not a good." What was he keeping at nine? His mother. "Power is a verb's helper. It wants a noun." Tamsin adds that a king's power lives in ten thousand heads, so it's stored in other people. Hesper vs. Tamsin: Is the number of hairs on the dog worth knowing? Tamsin's sieve is "relevance," meaning relevance to what matters, but nothing in the world defines what mattering is. "Knowing doesn't push." The man who built the engine that broke the city wall knew exactly what it was for and had priced it. Anselm asks who Tamsin will tell about the comet, since no one alive will remember. "The sky doesn't need an audience." "No. You do." Corvin vs. Anselm: Corvin calls his life a rabbit's, hiding until eaten. Anselm says he outlived the hawks. Hesper: the time to do good isn't the good, it's the time. Anselm: you can't want anything on the table without wanting the table. Hesper: "A man who wants only the table eats off the floor forever." Tamsin's observation: each argues for the good they lacked. Corvin had nothing in his hands at nine. Hesper had everything but wisdom. Anselm drank it for his lungs. Tamsin's teacher died one year short of seeing the comet. "We don't have philosophies. We have wounds with vocabularies." Hesper replies that where a want comes from doesn't decide whether it's right. Elin's turn: "Nothing is good to no one." A good roof is good for the hay, the beasts, her, her husband; take away the "whom" and it's just a roof. They have all been describing loves and calling them goods: Corvin's power is for his mother, Tamsin's comet for her teacher, Hesper's wisdom for the twelve thousand. The real question is most valuable to whom? The only answer that doesn't turn out to be "me" is to someone I'd give it to. She says love did nothing at the oak, but death does nothing against love. Anselm has someone two hundred years in the ground he still misses. Hesper objects that love is partial. Elin agrees ("that's what you're for") and says justice is love that has learned to count: "Nobody ever walked up a mountain for a tally." Anselm presses her: she won't give the vial to her husband because she loves her place in him. Elin says she would put it in his hand if he asked, but he can't be asked, and she won't take his death from him. She'd rather be wrong by leaving it. "Call that love or call it fear. I've not slept in four days and I can't tell the difference." Scene 5: The sword Corvin stands, takes the vial, and draws. Anselm walks onto the blade until an inch is in him. "It doesn't take." Corvin says "Not you" and swings the point to Elin's throat. "That's what I've got." Hesper stays calm and tells him what he's proved: no power over Anselm, only over people who can die. If he drinks it, he becomes the king of hostages forever. Tamsin: kings are tolerated partly because they die, and people who can't wait eventually burn things down. Anselm confirms it: a long-lived king's people started on the granaries the year he turned seventy. Elin asks: "What do you want? Not the bottle. Under it." Corvin: "For it not to have happened." That's the one thing none of them can sell him. She asks: "You're the men who came to the village. Was that what the power was for?" The sword comes down. He sets the vial on the table gently. "It's no good to me. Not for that." Hesper: "I said he wouldn't draw. I was wrong. I'd like it recorded." Scene 6: The verdict Anselm's wound is already a line. "Forty-two. And I still don't know which of you is right." Hesper: none of them. Goods aren't a kingdom with a king, they're a household. Someone keeps the walls (Corvin), someone knows where the food is and what's in the river (Tamsin), someone decides who eats first (Hesper), and someone the house is for, "or it's a barn" (Elin). Elin adds that the house itself is Anselm. She asks him what he wants. "Someone to stay." He tells them about Ottilie, who kept the kitchen. She refused the vial: "She'd sooner be missed than do the missing." That was 211 years ago, and he still sometimes sets out two bowls. Hesper declines: she's had her length, and it was the wrong length. Elin has a husband. Corvin has shown what he'd do. Tamsin: "I'll stay." Half is the comet. The other half is that she doesn't like the look of a man with forty-one of these nights and no one to tell. "Ask me in four hundred years." "Four hundred and six." Anselm laughs for the first time. She drinks. It tastes of the glass. Hesper: "You'll be the same woman for longer. God help you if you don't like her." Scene 7: Morning The pass is open. Corvin brings the grey horse and puts the reins in Elin's hand: "He's good on ice. Don't kill him." "Tell him nothing. Get there." Hesper: "Your power's just done the only thing in that room that will matter in three days." "It's a horse." "Yes." Corvin walks down the mountain with Hesper, at her pace. Rumor says a free company in the south has a captain who kept an old woman at his table and never let his men burn a village in twenty years. Elin rides up without looking back. Anselm goes in to make the four o'clock bread, and Tamsin follows him. Scene 8: Epilogue (400 years later) The comet arrives on the predicted night, off by eleven hours. Tamsin and Anselm watch from the roof. She says she wishes she could see it, then admits she means all of them. She never learned whether Elin reached her husband. She chooses to believe it, and says "That is not knowledge." Corvin was right that nothing is kept without a hand, but wrong about whose. The only hand that kept anything was "the one that let go of the reins." Anselm was right that wanting never runs out, but wrong about why. It isn't the next morning we want, "it's the next morning with someone in it." Hesper "was right that…" (cut off)."
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