Brabantio was simmering. The Moor, Othello, had charmed his beautiful daughter, Desdemona, and the two had eloped in the darkest hours of the night. What could have got into his gentle daughter, he wondered sullenly. The man was not even good looking. He was dark and unimpressive, but it was his silver tongue that had won over her impressionable heart.
He remembered how the dark General had regaled them with his tales of battle and valour. Desdemona had sat, entranced, her large eyes on their guest, scarcely breathing, as his stories continued well past midnight. She had found it difficult to tear her eyes away from his face.
Iago, an Ensign, and Othello's friend, met Brabantio along with Roderigo, a former suitor of Desdemona's, and broke the news of the elopement, and the subsequent marriage of Othello and Desdemona.
However, life is never that simple. Iago proved to be a treacherous snake in the grass. He was a master plotter, playing each character against the other, like a puppeteer who knew exactly how far to pull the strings.