This event happens during Geometry of Shadows and if no one picks up on the significance of this scene, read the Shakespearan play, Macbeth. Act 1, Scene 3
Londo and Refa were walking through the Babylon 5 gardens toward the airlock. They had been talking for hours planning and scheming. Refa had outlined his plan and his recent actions to bring down Emperor Turhan's regime while Londo offered advice and support from his house.
Londo suggested cutting through the gardens maze. They would arrive at the airlock faster and Refa would avoid running into too many people. They were still talking about Centauri politics and gossip and almost oblivious to the strange mist that began to cover them. The mist soon became so thick that Mollari could not even find his way through the maze.
"I didn't know that these gardens produced mist like this," Refa said in awe.
Mollari responds cautiously, "They don't.....I can barely make out my way in this fog. Come we are almost at the exit to the maze."
The two turn a corner and stop....speechless before a mysterious site. Three hooded figures stand around a bubbling cauldron and slowly stir with long poles some kind of mixture. The odor of herbs and tree leaves eminate from the boiling pot.
Mollari asks in almost a whisper, "Excuse me....do you know the way to exit the maze?"
The witches raise their heads and they remove their hoods to reveal three Centauri women. Their faces full of warts and wrinkles are old and haggard. Refa and Londo find it difficult to look at the ugly hags, but the women pronounce one at a time.
The first woman pronounces, "All hail, Mollari....hail to thee Ambassador of the Centauri Republic!"
The second woman pronounces, "All hail, Mollari....hail to thee Prime Minister of the Centauri Republic!"
The third woman pronounces, "All hail, Mollari....thou shalt be Emperor thereafter!"
The announcement that he would be emperor shocks Mollari to the core and brings back images from his dream......Londo being crowned emperor, a decrepit Londo sitting on the throne, and G'Kar and Londo strangling each other to death. Mollari is speechless and lost in the remembrance of his visions.
Refa laughs heartily picturing Mollari as Prime Minister and Emperor. The man could barely function as an ambassador.....how would he become Emperor? Refa turns to Mollari, "Mollari why do you fear predictions that sound so good....don't tell me you have never dreamed of becoming Emperor."
Londo still lost in his thought only mutters, "Let's just say that I don't relish the prospect of holding either office anytime soon."
Refa laughs even more at Mollari's unease and turns to the old hags, "You greet my friend with great honor and predictions of having royal hope, but to me you speak not. If you can see into the future, than speak to me. I do not beg or fear your predictions!"
The three old women respond immediately to Refa's request much to the Lord's surprise. The three women say in chorus, "Hail!"
The first women pronounces, "Lesser than Mollari, and great!"
The second woman prounces, "Not so happy, yet much happier!"
The third woman pronounces, "Thou shalt get emperors, though thou be none....So all hail Mollari and Refa!"
The first women pronounces, "Refa and Mollari, all hail!"
The old women stop their stirring and make ready to leave. Mollari finally snaps out of his thoughts and slowly begins advancing towards the women. He asks desperately, "Don't go, you imperfect speakers, tell me more! By the Great Maker, I know that I am Ambassador of the Republic but how Prime Minister and Emperor? Either position is not even within my simple reach....tell me from where you gained this strange intelligence or why you stopped this way to deliever this prophetic greeting? Speak, I beg you!"
Before Mollari can reach the witches, they vanish into the foggy mist. In a flash, Refa and Mollari are standing at the exit of the garden maze. The gardens end here and corridor leading to the airlock is visible. It was almost as if the events of the past few minutes had never happened.
Mollari did a complete circle trying to discover where the women had disappeared, but they had vanished into thin air. Mollari turns to look at Refa and asked the question that both men were thinking, "Did you....?"
Refa nods in agreement and replies, "Perhaps it was a halucination caused by the fog?"
Mollari thought about it, but he shook his head, "Then where is the fog? No, there has to be another explanation."
But try as Mollari and Refa might neither could come up with any logical reason, they could only remember what the three women had said. Both men stare at each other for a minute that seems like an eternity. Both men thought how did this brood for their plans? Mollari spoke first, "You children shall be emperors."
Refa responds, "You shall be Emperor."
Mollari nods and said, "And Prime Minister too....were it not so?"
Refa nods too and replies, "The same words I heard too."
It started with a giggle from Refa and becomes a laugh riot. Soon both men are chuckling ranciously and doing bad imitations of the womens' predictions. Both clutch each other tightly to maintain their balance as they stagger gleefully to the airlock. The on-lookers only watch in curiosity at the two Centauri bellowing loudly and making loud pronouncements.
Unbeknownst to Mollari and Refa, three hooded figures watch from the exit of the garden maze. The second woman says to the first, "I don't think that they took our predictions very seriously."
The first responds in a knowledgeable voice, "Maybe not now, but one day they will remember and....understand."
As they slowly disappear into thin air, the first takes one last look at Mollari and Refa receeding into the distance and says, "Don't worry my sisters. We haven't seen the last of Antonio Refa and Londo Mollari."
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