This play begins in the year 1243 AD and all is not well in the land of Saxonia. Discontent hangs thick in the air like sausages in the smokehouse. The reasonably handsome King Isadore is off to the Crusades to smite heathens and purchase porcelain. In his place, his creep brother Prince Viscera brings sorrow and fear to every hearth and leaves them sitting on the front porch like two quarts of spoiled milk. There is also joy in Saxonia, for Isadore has not only left town but also left a son. The boy's name is Ivanha and this is his story. It is the worst plot you've ever seen.

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