The Hound and the Lady, part1
June 22nd 2007 09:55
There are several people I could thank for helping me to write this, though I am unsure if they would feel good about having helped in the way that they have. This scene is supposed to be reminiscent of a scene from V for Vendetta (the book, not the movie), except that it is not a man in a mask yelling at a statue (and doing both parts of the dialogue) it is a man and a Lady. So everyone knows though, and there is as little metaphor mixed as possible, the Lady is a representation of the church. In this case, the church that I go to. I will not give her name (a gentleman never gives the name of the Lady) but I will call her Belladonna in this case. For beautiful lady and poison.
I should like to apologise to Mr Alan Moore, and to Mr G.K. Chesterton.
The mists hung heavily over the London street coffee house, and over the Lady that sat so sweetly at a table outside. She sat and read, her eyes moving quickly yet gently over the pages of the book, her other arm stretched langourously towards her coffee. The sound of feet accompanied by a walking stick echoed through the air. The steps themselves were nothing out of the ordinary, for as much as he that was stepping may have been out of the ordinary. The sound of the stick however, gave with a metalic rattling, the hint of a blade hidden by wood. The sounds however, were a herald, and of whom they heralded, much could be said. It could be said the glow in his eyes was a little too golden, or that his canine teeth were a little too pointed. It could be said that his smile was joyful, and perhaps inappropriate. For whatever might be said of him, it was definetely said that he was a man. He swept his wide brimmed hat from his head with a flourishing bow
"I apologise for keeping you waiting dear Lady." Her smile was demure, at once an answer and enigma.
"It is forgiven, I am well known for my ability to wait."
"It is one of the most well known things about you. Many have remarked upon it." He sat, with a smile of his own, leaning his stick against the table and placing his hat.
"I do suppose you are wondering though, why it is I wished to speak with you."
"I do indeed wonder why you wished a special occasion to speak with me, I am well known as being approachable." His smile was broad.
"You are well known for that as well, in some cases." He paused, gathering his thoughts.
"Belladonna, I am not sure of my right to say such things as I am about to say, yet if they are left unsaid by me, they may be said by those that do not love you as I do. I am as one of your children, with your Husband as my Father and you as my mother. It is known that I am to honour you both, and this I wish and intend to do."
"Say on Caleb, you know you are welcome to your opinion."
"Would that I was madame, would that I was. I have seen how you have reacted to those children of yours that have shown the signs of an independent mind." the tone of his voice had grown curt, though no man could not gainsay the obvious love with which he spoke to her.
"Caleb, as it is known, we are as one body, should it not be that we are of one mind? Of one accord?"
"No madame, we should not. My mind is my own, and I can gift it to no man. As for one accord, I am as you are, a servant of your Husband, I serve Him as best as I can."
"So do we all."
"No madame, with respect I rebuke you again. I serve Him with the best of my ability. For this I am known. But each of your children have been gifted differently and with the best of their abilities do they serve."
"You knew what I meant Caleb, playing with words is such bad taste." Her voice snapped at him, licking at his heels like fire.
"And making free with the Word is blasphemy." His statement rang like a gunshot both recoiled from. They paused, looking levelly into each other's eyes. Their wills met and yet both broke at the same time, each looking away.
"I did not wish to fight with you Lady, I do not seek to bring you harm. I would honour you as my own mother, which in a sense you are, but innocent you are not."
"Whatever do you mean Caleb?" Her voice was shocked at the hurt, yet tinged with alarm.
"I mean Lady, that while your Husband sees you as perfect, do not be so ready to believe that He is blind." Caleb barreled further on, unable to stop himself.
"You have kept limits, and yet too many times you reign them in so sharply you cut those loose that should be gathered near. You have spoken so much about welcoming others, you have neglected the children that you already have. Do you know of the fights among your own children? Do you understand the needs of your own house? Your children have cast each other out, and they do so with the right words, yet with the wrong hearts. You have made your face beautiful, as He desires of you, yet how much of that has sunken in to your head? My Lady, it is not my wish to bring you either harm or sorrow, and I would fight for your honour against any man or men, as indeed I fight for it now, but I would simply wish not to fight you for your own honour, and I have no wish to use steel on those that I call kin."
"Caleb, every word you have said is true, and yet you see so little." She sighed.
"Would you so clearly fight me? Would you so very quickly raise your blade against me?" Caleb's eyes lowered in sorrow.
"You know that I would not fight you without cause good Lady. There are too many of my brothers and sisters, and even you, that I love too much. Yet give me choice, and I will make the choice to side with your Husband. It is He that is my Master, for all that you are my Mother." She smiled. Remorse, pity and sadness were plain to see.
"And are you yet so perfect, that you have not done the same things? Can you truly cast this stone on your brothers and sisters, and not accept it yourself?"
"What I have done, where I have wronged another, I will repay that person, with deeds of love, and words of atonement and a heart of sorrow."
He rose, leaving a heavy gold coin, to pay for the coffee.
"Would that we would not need to speak so again Mother. Yet you know that we will. I will see you soon, you have my love."
"As you have mine, my son."
JZ
I should like to apologise to Mr Alan Moore, and to Mr G.K. Chesterton.
The mists hung heavily over the London street coffee house, and over the Lady that sat so sweetly at a table outside. She sat and read, her eyes moving quickly yet gently over the pages of the book, her other arm stretched langourously towards her coffee. The sound of feet accompanied by a walking stick echoed through the air. The steps themselves were nothing out of the ordinary, for as much as he that was stepping may have been out of the ordinary. The sound of the stick however, gave with a metalic rattling, the hint of a blade hidden by wood. The sounds however, were a herald, and of whom they heralded, much could be said. It could be said the glow in his eyes was a little too golden, or that his canine teeth were a little too pointed. It could be said that his smile was joyful, and perhaps inappropriate. For whatever might be said of him, it was definetely said that he was a man. He swept his wide brimmed hat from his head with a flourishing bow
"I apologise for keeping you waiting dear Lady." Her smile was demure, at once an answer and enigma.
"It is one of the most well known things about you. Many have remarked upon it." He sat, with a smile of his own, leaning his stick against the table and placing his hat.
"I do suppose you are wondering though, why it is I wished to speak with you."
"I do indeed wonder why you wished a special occasion to speak with me, I am well known as being approachable." His smile was broad.
"You are well known for that as well, in some cases." He paused, gathering his thoughts.
"Belladonna, I am not sure of my right to say such things as I am about to say, yet if they are left unsaid by me, they may be said by those that do not love you as I do. I am as one of your children, with your Husband as my Father and you as my mother. It is known that I am to honour you both, and this I wish and intend to do."
"Say on Caleb, you know you are welcome to your opinion."
"Would that I was madame, would that I was. I have seen how you have reacted to those children of yours that have shown the signs of an independent mind." the tone of his voice had grown curt, though no man could not gainsay the obvious love with which he spoke to her.
"Caleb, as it is known, we are as one body, should it not be that we are of one mind? Of one accord?"
"No madame, we should not. My mind is my own, and I can gift it to no man. As for one accord, I am as you are, a servant of your Husband, I serve Him as best as I can."
"So do we all."
"No madame, with respect I rebuke you again. I serve Him with the best of my ability. For this I am known. But each of your children have been gifted differently and with the best of their abilities do they serve."
"You knew what I meant Caleb, playing with words is such bad taste." Her voice snapped at him, licking at his heels like fire.
"And making free with the Word is blasphemy." His statement rang like a gunshot both recoiled from. They paused, looking levelly into each other's eyes. Their wills met and yet both broke at the same time, each looking away.
"I did not wish to fight with you Lady, I do not seek to bring you harm. I would honour you as my own mother, which in a sense you are, but innocent you are not."
"Whatever do you mean Caleb?" Her voice was shocked at the hurt, yet tinged with alarm.
"I mean Lady, that while your Husband sees you as perfect, do not be so ready to believe that He is blind." Caleb barreled further on, unable to stop himself.
"You have kept limits, and yet too many times you reign them in so sharply you cut those loose that should be gathered near. You have spoken so much about welcoming others, you have neglected the children that you already have. Do you know of the fights among your own children? Do you understand the needs of your own house? Your children have cast each other out, and they do so with the right words, yet with the wrong hearts. You have made your face beautiful, as He desires of you, yet how much of that has sunken in to your head? My Lady, it is not my wish to bring you either harm or sorrow, and I would fight for your honour against any man or men, as indeed I fight for it now, but I would simply wish not to fight you for your own honour, and I have no wish to use steel on those that I call kin."
"Caleb, every word you have said is true, and yet you see so little." She sighed.
"Would you so clearly fight me? Would you so very quickly raise your blade against me?" Caleb's eyes lowered in sorrow.
"You know that I would not fight you without cause good Lady. There are too many of my brothers and sisters, and even you, that I love too much. Yet give me choice, and I will make the choice to side with your Husband. It is He that is my Master, for all that you are my Mother." She smiled. Remorse, pity and sadness were plain to see.
"And are you yet so perfect, that you have not done the same things? Can you truly cast this stone on your brothers and sisters, and not accept it yourself?"
"What I have done, where I have wronged another, I will repay that person, with deeds of love, and words of atonement and a heart of sorrow."
He rose, leaving a heavy gold coin, to pay for the coffee.
"Would that we would not need to speak so again Mother. Yet you know that we will. I will see you soon, you have my love."
"As you have mine, my son."
JZ
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