CORDELIA: Hi guys!

WESLEY: Cordelia?

GUNN: No way!

ANGEL: You're safe.

CORDELIA: Little bit. They made me ruler.

WESLEY: But this is fantastic!

CORDELIA: Well, it's not like my throne couldn't use a few extra cushions, but I'm really not gonna complain because -- well, huh -- throne?

WESLEY: (He and Gunn hold up their shackled wrists.) You could order them to release us!

CORDELIA: Yes. I really could.

NARWEK: Shall we gut the cows now that you might dine on their ignoble flesh, oh most high?

CORDELIA: You're most high if you think that's gonna happen. Besides, shouldn't there be some extended groveling first?

ANGEL: Cordelia?

CORDELIA: Okay. - Off with their heads! (Some of the guards draw their swords.) Just kidding.

(Narwek helps Cordy down the steps in front of her throne.)

NARWEK: Your Majesty, I must protest. To allow dangerous criminals to roam freely in your presence?

CORDELIA: You're gonna make me use my 'important voice' aren't you? - Leave us!

(The people in the room slowly file out and shut the door behind them. Cordy holds her arms open for a hug. Wes, Gunn and Lorne hurry towards her ...)

WESLEY: Oh, thank god!

(... Then past her, to platters of fruit on a shelf behind the throne.)

GUNN: Yes! Food!

LORNE: I thought we'd never see food again!

(They dig in. Cordy turns to stare at them.)

ANGEL: What happened?

CORDELIA: What's it look like? They jabbed me with hot pokers for a while and then (smiles) made me a princess.

WESLEY: (with his mouth full) It doesn't make sense, does it? I mean, in a world where humans are slaves and chattel - why would they elevate one to monarch?

LORNE: You had a vision, didn't you, pudding?

CORDELIA: Uhm, yeah. And can I just say - visions? Not getting any easier. I mean, I'm still kind of vibrating - though *that* could be from the hot pokers.

LORNE: See there? She had a vision. That explains it.

GUNN: It does?

LORNE: Well, see there's this prophecy.

ANGEL: A prophecy? Great. Because those always go well.

LORNE: Well the priests that have been running this mess for the last several millennia, the Covenant of Trombli - humorless bunch. Anyway, they teach of a coming messiah. The cursed one. A being with the pure sight, who one day will claim the throne and restore the monarchy.

WESLEY: When you say 'pure sight'...

LORNE: I mean a direct link to the powers that be. I mean her!

(Gunn starts laughing and Cordy turns to glare at him.)

GUNN: She's the messiah?

CORDELIA: It could happen.

WESLEY: It *has* happened. At least that's what these Trombli believe. And so long as they do, we might actually stand a chance of surviving this place long enough to find our way out.

CORDELIA: How did you get in?

GUNN: The same way you did: opened a portal with the book.

WESLEY: We, ah, seem to have misplaced it though.

CORDELIA: The portal or the book?

GUNN: Both.

CORDELIA: I don't know about portals, but they've got books here. Those trombonal guys? They used some when they swore me in.

WESLEY: I've got to see those.

CORDELIA: In kind of in a hurry to get back to the 'Cordelia is not a princess' dimension, aren't you?

GUNN: Okay, but say we *do* find the instructions, don't we still need one of those inter dimensional hotspots?

WESLEY: Yes, that's true. - Angel.

(They all turn to look at Angel and Cordy gasps as she sees that he is standing in front of a mirror - checking out his reflection.)

CORDELIA: He's reflecting!

WESLEY: Yes the metaphysical laws which govern our world don't seem to apply here.

GUNN: He can walk in the sun, too.

(Angel is looking at himself and feeling his hair, trying to push it down.)

ANGEL: Okay - this is because of going through the portal, right?

CORDELIA: No. It always looks like that.

WESLEY: Angel, while we search for the proper incantation, it might save time if you go with the host. Hit the streets, see if you can document any - portal activity.

ANGEL: I don't get it.

WESLEY: Well, the host knows this world, we need to ascertain if...

ANGEL: No, I mean why didn't anybody tell me about this? Look it's... (Plays with his hair again.)

CORDELIA: Uh. You look good.

ANGEL: You're not just saying that, are you?

WESLEY: (Pulling him away from the mirror.) Angel, please! Go with the host.

(Angel bobs to look past Wes at the mirror, and Wes moves with him in an effort to stay in his line of sight)

WESLEY: Track down his cousin Landok. Speak to his family and find out...

LORNE: Whoa, whoa, back up, back up. You want me to talk to my family? On purpose?!!

WESLEY: Well, it's that - or face the possibility of *never* returning to our own dimension again.

LORNE: (Sighing and pulling Angel toward the door.) Come on, gorgeous, you can stare at yourself in my grandmother's glass eye. Oh, and while we're here it's just Lorne, okay? To the people of Pylea a host is just one more thing to lay your eggs in.

ANGEL: Yeah, yeah, fine. Hey, can we get my coat?

(They leave.)

WESLEY: The books Cordelia, can you get us access?

CORDELIA: Am I not the princess?

• Cordelia's visions & championhood
• Funnies
• Goofy/Vain/Dorky Angel

written by: Tim Minear; Original transcript anonymous. Edited, formatted for this site and checked against source by Sylvia.. Full transcript at:
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