Atheists seem to find it insulting that when something bad happens to someone, the Christian response is that “it was God’s will.” The extrapolation of this statement is that it is God’s will, designed to bring glory to himself and good to his children. That is comforting to me, but perhaps I’m weird.
As usual with atheists, they deride our beliefs and offer little to no substitute. This time, the substitute for God orchestrating all things to his glory would be replaced by all things being meaningless and random. If not random, bad things may happen for the betterment of the species, in which case “bad” things may not actually be bad. It’s all a matter of perspective. An ethnic purist (depending on his definition of purity) would consider the Holocaust a good thing.
...And they think we are insensitive for believing in Hell?
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Biblical? Womanhood?
I’ve seen several articles lately on the new book, A Year of Biblical Womanhood. The author, Rachel Held Evans, decided to abide by unpopular teachings based on the Bible, write about her experiences, and make money off them. In her own words:
I started a yearlong journey in which I found myself growing out my hair, making my own clothes, covering my head whenever I prayed, caring for a computerized baby, abstaining from gossip, remaining silent in church, calling my husband "master," and even camping out in my front yard during my period to observe the Levitical purity laws (even though such laws are generally understood by Christians to no longer apply).
Taken from her article “‘Too Bad You’re a Girl’: Testing the Biblical Teachings I Grew Up With”
This “journey” was a reaction to her confusion on conflicts in teaching about and treatment of women in evangelical circles. In the title of her article, the “Too bad you’re a girl” comment was based on 1 Timothy 2:12, which says “I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man; she must be quiet,” implying that despite her gift for public speaking, her options of serving in church would be limited. Evans didn’t understand why this is taken literally, while comments on headcoverings and calling one’s husband “master” are not.
When faced with confusion about the Bible, one may react in several ways: 1, ignore one’s concerns, 2, take the Bible less seriously, 3, leave the faith, 4, research the source of the confusion to have better understanding.
The last two options are legitimate, with #4 being the best option, but #4 could lead to #3. Ignoring ones concerns ranges from laziness to foolishness, both of which lead you to conflicts with the Bible as bad as your original concern. Option #2 is a popular reaction to confusion about the Bible, and Evans seems to be putting herself forward as a leader of it.
Despite claiming to take the comments about women in the Bible more seriously than other churchgoers, she really just decides to take peoples’ comments about comments in the Bible literally, thereby mocking both them and the Bible. If she had taken the Bible seriously, she would have noticed that there is no command to call one’s husband “lord,” there is just the example of Sarah honoring Abraham by doing so. Any cultural connotations of lordship are ignored, despite this title being foreign to Americans, who associate it with oppression. Evans decides to add a few Levitical laws to her list of “Biblical womanhood” but ignores the rest, thereby cheapening her mission and joining the chauvinists in separating women from the rest of society. She sleeps out in a tent while on her period, inane kudos for that, but why does she not abstain from pork? Make fruit sacrifices to God? Slaughter a pigeon or two? (As she made her own clothes) only use kind of material for garments?* Stand up whenever an old person walks in the room? Order her steaks well done? Make friendship bread for people at the French consulate? Instead of taking care of her computerized baby, show dedication to her cause and honor her husband by having a real baby? **
Evans claims she didn’t pick and choose which commands she would keep, but obviously did. I accuse her of joining the chauvinists in treating women differently from the rest of society, because a real Levitical woman would have followed the gender neutral rules plus the rules for females. This doesn’t matter to Evan’s cause, however, since her point in living a year of “Biblical womanhood” was not to follow all the rules, it was to mock those who might follow them.
Now, I don’t want to ignore Evans’ concerns with churchgoers who have frightening opinions about what a Christian woman can or can’t do. She is accurate when talking about the option women are given in some churches: to marry and bear children, or to be a failure at life. This, I believe, is a dreadful confusion about the purpose and abilities of women. There have been amazing women of faith whom God used to glorify himself (think Amy Carmichael or Elizabeth Eliot). God did not use them despite a "defect" of not being married, but because they were his servants. God uses people wherever they are in life or situation, and if you think your ability to serve him is “on hold” for any reason (marriage status, illness or otherwise), that’s your personal misunderstanding and you shouldn’t blame God for it.
The role of women in church can be confusing, probably because humans do a lot to confuse it. I believe that it is a lot more flexible than we make it out to be, but I’m still working through this. Ask me in five years.
My biggest problem with Evans’ book is that she has used Christianity to make others feel better for not being a part of it. I understand having personal searches and struggles, but if you look at the comments she has received from her book reviews, she has encouraged non-believers to think the Bible is a string of antiquated rules with a few stories and nice truisms mixed in. She embraces the idea that you need to pick the parts you like out of the Bible, and mocks those who dare to struggle with the whole of it. Her “journey” seems less like growth, and more like hopping from one philosophy to another.
*To accomplish this in modern times, you’d have to buy polyester fabrics, unless you, by some fortune, found thread that wasn’t polyester.
**Most of these laws were taken from Lev. 19.
***All quotations from the Bible are taken from the ESV.
I started a yearlong journey in which I found myself growing out my hair, making my own clothes, covering my head whenever I prayed, caring for a computerized baby, abstaining from gossip, remaining silent in church, calling my husband "master," and even camping out in my front yard during my period to observe the Levitical purity laws (even though such laws are generally understood by Christians to no longer apply).
Taken from her article “‘Too Bad You’re a Girl’: Testing the Biblical Teachings I Grew Up With”
This “journey” was a reaction to her confusion on conflicts in teaching about and treatment of women in evangelical circles. In the title of her article, the “Too bad you’re a girl” comment was based on 1 Timothy 2:12, which says “I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man; she must be quiet,” implying that despite her gift for public speaking, her options of serving in church would be limited. Evans didn’t understand why this is taken literally, while comments on headcoverings and calling one’s husband “master” are not.
When faced with confusion about the Bible, one may react in several ways: 1, ignore one’s concerns, 2, take the Bible less seriously, 3, leave the faith, 4, research the source of the confusion to have better understanding.
The last two options are legitimate, with #4 being the best option, but #4 could lead to #3. Ignoring ones concerns ranges from laziness to foolishness, both of which lead you to conflicts with the Bible as bad as your original concern. Option #2 is a popular reaction to confusion about the Bible, and Evans seems to be putting herself forward as a leader of it.
Despite claiming to take the comments about women in the Bible more seriously than other churchgoers, she really just decides to take peoples’ comments about comments in the Bible literally, thereby mocking both them and the Bible. If she had taken the Bible seriously, she would have noticed that there is no command to call one’s husband “lord,” there is just the example of Sarah honoring Abraham by doing so. Any cultural connotations of lordship are ignored, despite this title being foreign to Americans, who associate it with oppression. Evans decides to add a few Levitical laws to her list of “Biblical womanhood” but ignores the rest, thereby cheapening her mission and joining the chauvinists in separating women from the rest of society. She sleeps out in a tent while on her period, inane kudos for that, but why does she not abstain from pork? Make fruit sacrifices to God? Slaughter a pigeon or two? (As she made her own clothes) only use kind of material for garments?* Stand up whenever an old person walks in the room? Order her steaks well done? Make friendship bread for people at the French consulate? Instead of taking care of her computerized baby, show dedication to her cause and honor her husband by having a real baby? **
Evans claims she didn’t pick and choose which commands she would keep, but obviously did. I accuse her of joining the chauvinists in treating women differently from the rest of society, because a real Levitical woman would have followed the gender neutral rules plus the rules for females. This doesn’t matter to Evan’s cause, however, since her point in living a year of “Biblical womanhood” was not to follow all the rules, it was to mock those who might follow them.
Now, I don’t want to ignore Evans’ concerns with churchgoers who have frightening opinions about what a Christian woman can or can’t do. She is accurate when talking about the option women are given in some churches: to marry and bear children, or to be a failure at life. This, I believe, is a dreadful confusion about the purpose and abilities of women. There have been amazing women of faith whom God used to glorify himself (think Amy Carmichael or Elizabeth Eliot). God did not use them despite a "defect" of not being married, but because they were his servants. God uses people wherever they are in life or situation, and if you think your ability to serve him is “on hold” for any reason (marriage status, illness or otherwise), that’s your personal misunderstanding and you shouldn’t blame God for it.
The role of women in church can be confusing, probably because humans do a lot to confuse it. I believe that it is a lot more flexible than we make it out to be, but I’m still working through this. Ask me in five years.
My biggest problem with Evans’ book is that she has used Christianity to make others feel better for not being a part of it. I understand having personal searches and struggles, but if you look at the comments she has received from her book reviews, she has encouraged non-believers to think the Bible is a string of antiquated rules with a few stories and nice truisms mixed in. She embraces the idea that you need to pick the parts you like out of the Bible, and mocks those who dare to struggle with the whole of it. Her “journey” seems less like growth, and more like hopping from one philosophy to another.
*To accomplish this in modern times, you’d have to buy polyester fabrics, unless you, by some fortune, found thread that wasn’t polyester.
**Most of these laws were taken from Lev. 19.
***All quotations from the Bible are taken from the ESV.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
The Gestation of Tadpoles; and other such nonsense
I spoke with a coworker this week who listed to me her troubles, including the woe of not being able to drink away said troubles because she's carrying a human, i.e., she is in the family way.
"And actually it's not even a human yet!" she added.
"What is it? A tadpole?" I asked.
She laughed.
It is incongruous. You can "hang out" all weekend (which never involves hanging), "do stuff" to keep busy, and "mess around" (which probably involves watching television), but when you reach certain topics, people adopt Sheldon Cooper's penchant for precision.
So first one bears a zygote, which at some point turned into a fetus, and only the careless or a fundamentalist* would assume to call someone else's child a baby before it's born. It may not be considered a baby yet, based on the parents' inclinations.
This reminds me of one of Dr. Michael Bauman'srants lectures about the importance of language to ideology. If it is wrong to kill humans, and a baby is a tiny human, it would be wrong to kill it at any stage. If it's just a fetus, well, bring on the advanced coat hangers.** If God isn't a man (human), can't we call God a she? If two people love each other and want to live together forever, isn't that a marriage?
If you try to substitute one word for another, you lose the connotations of the original word. Words in themselves are just sounds, and one sound may be just as good as the other. You cannot swap meanings so easily; it is dangerous to try.
~Reese
*The fundamentalists are coming!!! Run away!!!
**Does it bother anyone else that liberals are more offended by the method of using coat hangers in abortions than the actual abortions?
"And actually it's not even a human yet!" she added.
"What is it? A tadpole?" I asked.
She laughed.
It is incongruous. You can "hang out" all weekend (which never involves hanging), "do stuff" to keep busy, and "mess around" (which probably involves watching television), but when you reach certain topics, people adopt Sheldon Cooper's penchant for precision.
So first one bears a zygote, which at some point turned into a fetus, and only the careless or a fundamentalist* would assume to call someone else's child a baby before it's born. It may not be considered a baby yet, based on the parents' inclinations.
This reminds me of one of Dr. Michael Bauman's
If you try to substitute one word for another, you lose the connotations of the original word. Words in themselves are just sounds, and one sound may be just as good as the other. You cannot swap meanings so easily; it is dangerous to try.
~Reese
*The fundamentalists are coming!!! Run away!!!
**Does it bother anyone else that liberals are more offended by the method of using coat hangers in abortions than the actual abortions?
Monday, September 17, 2012
The Adventures of Lady Jaine, Part 8 (final installment)
Sissy was unhappy to find the mess Jaine made in the cell. After she had thrown a pile of rags over the vomit, she looked as ill as Jaine felt. Jaine murmured her thanks when Sissy gave her bread and drink, but when the girl left, she closed the door so quickly the sound sent waves of pain through Jaine’s head. The stone wall was cool, so Jaine leaned her head against it and closed her eyes.
“It is so sad to see someone suffering and be able to do nothing for them but lend
them a comforting voice,” Joel continued from across the cell. “It’s always my goal
to bring a little sunshine in everyone’s life, to make them smile even though life
may not be all they want it to be.”
“If I smile, would you stop talking?” Jaine begged.
Joel’s response sounded hurt. “Well, I’m not meaning to bother anyone, it’s just
that humans all need some form of companionship whether they realize it or not.
Especially in a place like this where we need to cling to every bit of joy and good
feeling that we can muster. When you think of all the good things that can happen, a
place like this isn’t so bad, don’t you feel like it? Especially when you remember
that this place was empty when I came here – so anyone here before must have gotten
out somehow.”
“Probably in a dustpan.”
“One trick I’ve heard before in captivity is to imagine all the wonderful things
that are going on outside. You know, birds are singing, the sun is shining, flowers
are peaking their heads out of the ground…”
“It is autumn. Winter is coming.”
“….Snow is going to fall, all frosty and white, with the king’s deer running through
it, holiday feasts will happen with roaring fires and people gathered around them…”
Joel continued his list of wonderful things they would not experience because of
their imprisonment. This torment lingered. Jaine had no way of marking the passing
of time until she noticed the gap of a window made to ventilate the cell left a
strip of sunlight above her. It moved across the stones, which could be used as
units of time. Jaine decided to call the units of time “Jaine Lifetimes.” Seven
Jaine Lifetimes passed while Joel babbled.
There was a clang of steel below. Joel talked on, so Jaine shushed him. Yes, she
heard fighting below, along with shouts and the roar of the ogress. Jaine listened
intently.
“Well,” Joel drawled, “I wonder what is going on down there.”
The fighting lasted half a Jaine Lifetime. Then there was silence.
“Hullo?” a man’s voice called from down the hall.
“Help! Heeeeelp!” Jaine raved. “I’m up here! Help me!”
The door opened. A man stood in the doorway wearing silvery armor, a dark goatee,
and a pose. He was gorgeous.
“I am Garrestotle, here to rescue you. I have slain the ogress who so wrongfully
imprisoned you, and now offer my arms to carry you off to your new destiny.”
Garrestotle smiled, evidently pleased with his speech.
Jaine blinked. “I am Lady Jaine.”
“I am Joel! And glory be, now we can all get out of here!”
Garrestotle looked at Joel, confused. “I was only told to rescue the Lady. Maybe
there was a mistake…”
“There’s no mistake!” Jaine insisted.
“Well, I have a key…” Garrestotle went to unlock Joel’s chains. Jaine gritted her
teeth and shuffled her feet impatiently. The shackle, still very attached to Jaine’s
ankle, rattled furiously.
“It doesn’t work,” Garrestotle finally decided.
“Well that’s what you get when you carry around that artless piece of
craftsmanship!” spat Joel. He corrected himself. “What I mean is, apparently it is
still my duty to bring hope and light to this prison. Go ahead, see if it works on
the Lady’s bonds.”
Garrestotle bent dramatically over the shackle. The key worked. Joel pouted.
“Oh thank everything that is good,” Jaine exclaimed. She tried hugging her rescuer
and nearly strangled him with his breastplate. “Now, get me out of here.”
They left Joel and descended the stairs. Leaving the tower where Jaine had been
imprisoned, they found a brook with a stone bench nearby. The trees leaned away so
as not to eavesdrop, letting moonlight fall on the couple. The man and lady revealed
their stories and troubles, leaning toward one another in earnestness.
“…and so,” finished Garrestotle as he stroked Lady’s Jaine’s hand, “that is why they cannot, or should not, use terms like “progress” and “good,” because those are
directional terms. If there is good there must be better, and they have established
no paragon. They cannot use progress because that implies a progression toward
something, assuming something good, but that may just as easily be a regression. You
can’t make an honest attempt at progress if you have no defined goal. Progress
cannot be a destination in and of itself – that makes it meaningless.”
“That’s brilliant,” Jaine assured him.
“Thank you.” Garrestotle smiled.
Garrestotle’s arm encircled her and Jaine rested her head upon his shoulder.
“And so,” Jaine asked, “when are we going to get married?”
Garrestotle stiffened. “Well, that’s a… I mean… that’s a question.”
“Yes, it is.” Her head came off his shoulder and she turned to face him. “What is
the answer? You did come to rescue me. It is expected.”
“I’m not sure. I hadn’t really… well, I had thought you would come with me on my
mission. I would like you to, and I kind of need you for part of it.”
“Which is more, your need or your want?”
“Umm… the one you want me to answer.”
“Well, as you picked the correct one, I’ll consider coming, but you have to marry me
first,” Jaine insisted.
He looked even more uncomfortable.
Jaine glared. “What! You expected me to go off with you without marrying me first?”
“No…”
“You expected me to refuse you?”
“No…”
With a huff, she shifted away from him and crossed her arms. “As I see it, you have
three options. First, you can leave me here, never to return. Second, you could leave me here to my own devices, risking that someone more decisive will come and
marry me before you come back. Third, you can marry me, and then we shall resume
your mission.”
“But I am decisive! I just hadn’t thought of this yet.”
“You came here without thinking about-”
“Shh!” he held up his hand. “I’m thinking.” He stood and paced in front of her. He
had taken off the most cumbersome pieces of his armor already, but still clanked as
he walked. “Okay. We can get married.”
"Oh good. When?”
“Now.”
“By whom?”
“Why, a priest, of course.”
“Where?”
“I’m still thinking. Okay, let’s just go, into the town, find a priest, and we’ll be
on our way.”
“Okay.”
Jaine returned to the tower to fetch her belongings and don a clean gown while Garrestotle located his horse. He had Lady Jaine ride it while he carried his armor, though halfway to town, she talked him into letting the horse carry the armor while she walked beside him and held his hand.
They found a chapel just as dawn broke, but decided to wait for the priest to wake up of his own volition. Meanwhile, they talked, and Jaine gathered flowers that grew near the churchyard.
The first beams of sunrise shone through the church windows as they said their wedding vows. A bright morning met them when they emerged, and Garrestotle kissed Jaine and set her back on his horse.
“To where do we go now, my dear?” asked Jaine.
“To the east. Though I warn you, there will be many dragons to fight and people to argue.”
“It sounds pluperfect.”
And so they strode toward the rising sun, toward their adventures.
THE END
“It is so sad to see someone suffering and be able to do nothing for them but lend
them a comforting voice,” Joel continued from across the cell. “It’s always my goal
to bring a little sunshine in everyone’s life, to make them smile even though life
may not be all they want it to be.”
“If I smile, would you stop talking?” Jaine begged.
Joel’s response sounded hurt. “Well, I’m not meaning to bother anyone, it’s just
that humans all need some form of companionship whether they realize it or not.
Especially in a place like this where we need to cling to every bit of joy and good
feeling that we can muster. When you think of all the good things that can happen, a
place like this isn’t so bad, don’t you feel like it? Especially when you remember
that this place was empty when I came here – so anyone here before must have gotten
out somehow.”
“Probably in a dustpan.”
“One trick I’ve heard before in captivity is to imagine all the wonderful things
that are going on outside. You know, birds are singing, the sun is shining, flowers
are peaking their heads out of the ground…”
“It is autumn. Winter is coming.”
“….Snow is going to fall, all frosty and white, with the king’s deer running through
it, holiday feasts will happen with roaring fires and people gathered around them…”
Joel continued his list of wonderful things they would not experience because of
their imprisonment. This torment lingered. Jaine had no way of marking the passing
of time until she noticed the gap of a window made to ventilate the cell left a
strip of sunlight above her. It moved across the stones, which could be used as
units of time. Jaine decided to call the units of time “Jaine Lifetimes.” Seven
Jaine Lifetimes passed while Joel babbled.
There was a clang of steel below. Joel talked on, so Jaine shushed him. Yes, she
heard fighting below, along with shouts and the roar of the ogress. Jaine listened
intently.
“Well,” Joel drawled, “I wonder what is going on down there.”
The fighting lasted half a Jaine Lifetime. Then there was silence.
“Hullo?” a man’s voice called from down the hall.
“Help! Heeeeelp!” Jaine raved. “I’m up here! Help me!”
The door opened. A man stood in the doorway wearing silvery armor, a dark goatee,
and a pose. He was gorgeous.
“I am Garrestotle, here to rescue you. I have slain the ogress who so wrongfully
imprisoned you, and now offer my arms to carry you off to your new destiny.”
Garrestotle smiled, evidently pleased with his speech.
Jaine blinked. “I am Lady Jaine.”
“I am Joel! And glory be, now we can all get out of here!”
Garrestotle looked at Joel, confused. “I was only told to rescue the Lady. Maybe
there was a mistake…”
“There’s no mistake!” Jaine insisted.
“Well, I have a key…” Garrestotle went to unlock Joel’s chains. Jaine gritted her
teeth and shuffled her feet impatiently. The shackle, still very attached to Jaine’s
ankle, rattled furiously.
“It doesn’t work,” Garrestotle finally decided.
“Well that’s what you get when you carry around that artless piece of
craftsmanship!” spat Joel. He corrected himself. “What I mean is, apparently it is
still my duty to bring hope and light to this prison. Go ahead, see if it works on
the Lady’s bonds.”
Garrestotle bent dramatically over the shackle. The key worked. Joel pouted.
“Oh thank everything that is good,” Jaine exclaimed. She tried hugging her rescuer
and nearly strangled him with his breastplate. “Now, get me out of here.”
They left Joel and descended the stairs. Leaving the tower where Jaine had been
imprisoned, they found a brook with a stone bench nearby. The trees leaned away so
as not to eavesdrop, letting moonlight fall on the couple. The man and lady revealed
their stories and troubles, leaning toward one another in earnestness.
“…and so,” finished Garrestotle as he stroked Lady’s Jaine’s hand, “that is why they cannot, or should not, use terms like “progress” and “good,” because those are
directional terms. If there is good there must be better, and they have established
no paragon. They cannot use progress because that implies a progression toward
something, assuming something good, but that may just as easily be a regression. You
can’t make an honest attempt at progress if you have no defined goal. Progress
cannot be a destination in and of itself – that makes it meaningless.”
“That’s brilliant,” Jaine assured him.
“Thank you.” Garrestotle smiled.
Garrestotle’s arm encircled her and Jaine rested her head upon his shoulder.
“And so,” Jaine asked, “when are we going to get married?”
Garrestotle stiffened. “Well, that’s a… I mean… that’s a question.”
“Yes, it is.” Her head came off his shoulder and she turned to face him. “What is
the answer? You did come to rescue me. It is expected.”
“I’m not sure. I hadn’t really… well, I had thought you would come with me on my
mission. I would like you to, and I kind of need you for part of it.”
“Which is more, your need or your want?”
“Umm… the one you want me to answer.”
“Well, as you picked the correct one, I’ll consider coming, but you have to marry me
first,” Jaine insisted.
He looked even more uncomfortable.
Jaine glared. “What! You expected me to go off with you without marrying me first?”
“No…”
“You expected me to refuse you?”
“No…”
With a huff, she shifted away from him and crossed her arms. “As I see it, you have
three options. First, you can leave me here, never to return. Second, you could leave me here to my own devices, risking that someone more decisive will come and
marry me before you come back. Third, you can marry me, and then we shall resume
your mission.”
“But I am decisive! I just hadn’t thought of this yet.”
“You came here without thinking about-”
“Shh!” he held up his hand. “I’m thinking.” He stood and paced in front of her. He
had taken off the most cumbersome pieces of his armor already, but still clanked as
he walked. “Okay. We can get married.”
"Oh good. When?”
“Now.”
“By whom?”
“Why, a priest, of course.”
“Where?”
“I’m still thinking. Okay, let’s just go, into the town, find a priest, and we’ll be
on our way.”
“Okay.”
Jaine returned to the tower to fetch her belongings and don a clean gown while Garrestotle located his horse. He had Lady Jaine ride it while he carried his armor, though halfway to town, she talked him into letting the horse carry the armor while she walked beside him and held his hand.
They found a chapel just as dawn broke, but decided to wait for the priest to wake up of his own volition. Meanwhile, they talked, and Jaine gathered flowers that grew near the churchyard.
The first beams of sunrise shone through the church windows as they said their wedding vows. A bright morning met them when they emerged, and Garrestotle kissed Jaine and set her back on his horse.
“To where do we go now, my dear?” asked Jaine.
“To the east. Though I warn you, there will be many dragons to fight and people to argue.”
“It sounds pluperfect.”
And so they strode toward the rising sun, toward their adventures.
THE END
Sunday, September 2, 2012
The Adventures of Lady Jaine, Part 7
Sorry it has been so long - this is the second to last part of this story. Thanks to any who have kept reading it (Jody).
The floor was hard and cold like stone, Jaine noted as she regained consciousness.
No, she corrected, it was stone. She opened her eyes but could not see anything for
many seconds. As her vision sharpened, the first thing she noted was a wide grin
full of painfully white teeth. Was it Bedlam? No, the face was too angular, the nose
too sharp. Jaine sat up as her panic subsided. Her head had been resting on her
dictionary, and she pulled it close to her.
“Well, good mornin’, sunshine!” The man said loudly.
Jaine was shackled by one ankle, and the chain grated across the floor when she
moved. Her head pounded as she stared at the man across from her.
“Who are you?” she asked dully.
“I am just a messenger of light sent into this world to bring a bit of hope into it.
The name is Joel – I would shake your hand right now, but it’s a bit occupied at the
moment.” Joel’s hands were shackled at his sides. “What about you, missy, what are
your hopes and dreams?”
Jaine stared at him. “Where are we?”
“We are in a sad state of affairs, yes ma’am. But with some good old fashioned hope,
we may just get out of this place okie-dokie okay.”
Jaine still stared. The only door opened, creaking on its hinges. Sissy came through
it holding a large tray.
“Sissy!” Jaine exclaimed in her surprise, injuring her mental balance.
“Oh Jaine!” Sissy tried to smile simultaneously at Joel and Jaine, who were chained
to opposite walls. “I wondered when you would wake up. You’ve been asleep two days since you broke curfew. The ogress found you miles away, near some sacrifice alter.
She was very pleased that you ruined… what was it… a blue moon sacrifice? That was
it. Anyway, she gave us extra bread the next day.” Sissy’s voice was high and soft,
and she quipped like a nervous bird.
“The ogress knew about the sacrifice?” Jaine asked.
“Oh, yes. She…she said she sends girls out to some horrible, horrible monster, and I
wasn’t sure how this worked, but last time the monster cheated her on her price? Or
maybe the monsters master? But, oh Jaine!” Sissy began to turn red and her voice
choked. “To think if she had sent me out this time! I couldn’t have borne it!”
“There, there,” said Joel. “If you can be bold enough to believe in yourself, you
could be bold enough to face your monsters.”
“That’s right.” Sissy wiped her eyes on her sleeve, balancing the tray with her
knee. “Jaine, you are so lucky to be locked up with Mister Joel. He is so
encouraging.”
Joel smiled at Jaine. “I believe that the measure of a day is how many people I’ve
encouraged in it. Sissy just needed a little encouragement in her life, and now she
is being equipped to share that encouragement with the rest of the world.”
“Starting with our stomachs?” Jaine asked hopefully.
Sissy gasped. “Oh! Mister Joel, this is for you!” She kneeled beside Joel while
trying to hold the tray upright. She failed. “Oh, I’m sorry about your bread! It
doesn’t look too dirty, does it? There, I’ve brushed it off. Your drink is fine – I
didn’t spill a drop!”
Jaine watched as Sissy began feeding Joel his meal in jerky movements.
“Is the ogress not allowing me to be fed?” she asked hungrily.
“Oh no – you can eat as soon as you wake up. Well, you are awake now, but I didn’t
know that, so after Mister Joel eats I’ll fetch you your supper.”
“Ah… and how long must I remain locked in this chamber?”
“I’m not sure…” Sissy considered. “I didn’t think to ask.”
“Did you ask why I’m locked in this chamber?”
“No…but the ogress did tell me. She said you had to be punished since you were out
passed your curfew.”
“But had she not expected me never to return?”
“Yes, but you were still late.”
“Good point.”
Not wishing for nausea to interrupt her hunger, Jaine tried not to watch through the
rest of Joel’s feeding.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Joel called to Sissy as she tripped out the door. “She is
such a nice girl. She’ll have lots of nice things happen to her, I’m sure.”
“Why?”
“Well, miss Lady Jaine, because life is what you make of it. Haven’t you heard the
saying, what you get out of life is what you’ve put in?”
“Only in reference to privies.”
“Now miss Lady Jaine, that is a very cynical view on life. If you just change your
way of thinking, I think things will start looking up for you. You may have made some mistakes before, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. The good thing is that with every new day, you get a new chance at life. You may need to start your day with a good look at yourself, and think, ‘I’m Lady Jaine, and my life is going to be what I make it. I was made for great things, and no one can stop me from having them.’”
“So what did you do that you were sent here?” inquired Jaine.
“This? I don’t consider being here a problem – no, every problem I see, I see as an
opportunity. I may have some ups and downs, but I don’t let any of my
disappointments hold me back. In fact, I expect good things to happen shortly in my
future. If you go into life thinking of all the things that could go wrong in it,
then they probably will, but that is a problem with your attitude, not your life. If
I were hired to build a cathedral, but I spent all my time thinking of how this task
is too large for me, or I don’t have all the right tools, then I’m going the wrong
way about it. I need to prepare for great things to happen, otherwise they won’t.
When I woke up this morning, I pushed away all of my negativity and thought of all
the great things that may happen. What about you? What was your first thought when
you woke up?”
Jaine considered this. “My first thoughts upon awaking were: ‘I’m cold and uncomfortable,
thus I am probably not dead; unless I have misperceived death by excluding the possible continuance of characteristics of life, especially in concern over coldness and discomfort.’”
“See, there you go,” said Joel. Jaine suspected him of smugness. “You go assuming that things will be bad, and because of that, you may cause them to end up like you expected.”
Jaine’s eyes narrowed on him. “Are you saying that my own perceptions can change reality?”
“It depends on the type of reality, but yes.”
“Type of reality – that sounds interesting, please explain.”
“Well, I am not the author on this – though I do intend to write a book on this
topic – but I just follow the things that I understand out of my book.”
For the first time, Jaine noticed the book that waited in Joel’s shadow. It rested
just at his fingertips, but Jaine did not see how he could open it with his wrists
being shackled as they were.
“It is my dictionary,” Joel explained.
“You carry a dictionary? But, so do I!” Jaine felt unnerved by this revelation. Her
head pounded harder.
“See, and there you were on the right path all along!”
“Brilliant! Do you mind if I look up the word death and see if my negative or
positive opinion on it changes its state?”
Joel gave her a look of pity. “You would have to use your own. Mine doesn’t contain
any negativity.”
This befuddled Jaine. “You have a special edition?”
“It’s my own. Go ahead, look, if you are interested.”
Jaine was. She dragged her chain to its full length, and was able to read Joel’s
dictionary. As he had said, the word was not contained there; more accurately, the
entire entry had been marked through. Continuing to look through the book, Jaine saw
that many other words were obliterated, including obliterate. Flipping to the front,
she noted the following words missing: abandoned, alone, argue, assault, and avoid.
Near the middle she could not find limit, lonely, mistake, or the obvious, negative.
Additionally, positive words were circled, with the especially happy ones poorly
illuminated. Great had stars around it, friend had a symbol of holding hands.
“You have ruined it!” Jaine exclaimed.
“Ruin isn’t in there, you’ll find. I’ve improved it, actually.”
Jaine threw the book toward him. “You’ve made it worthless. What good is a dictionary with only the words you like? How are you going to know what I mean if I
call you a nescient philistine?”
“I don’t need to know any negative words, because I’m so busy thinking about the
positive ones.”
“But what does positive mean if you take away negative?”
A scolding look fell on Jaine. “My little Lady, you seem to be clinging to your
negativity, possibly because it is all you know. You can let it go, though, and let the positive energy flow inside of you, heal those broken feelings and desires, and
then maybe your life will take a new turn.”
“I don’t want a new turn! I liked the old turn!” Jaine was beginning to panic. The
room felt smaller than before, and her head felt larger.
“Now, I’m not here to judge you, because that’s not my job. No, my job it to help
guide you to a better place and let you know that it is okay to let go of all that
negative energy and accept what is good in life. Can you do that? Can you let go of
what is holding you back and filling places that were meant for good things? Just
let it out, and just toss all that negativity away from you. Can you do that today, Jaine?”
Jaine nodded. Then she vomited.
The floor was hard and cold like stone, Jaine noted as she regained consciousness.
No, she corrected, it was stone. She opened her eyes but could not see anything for
many seconds. As her vision sharpened, the first thing she noted was a wide grin
full of painfully white teeth. Was it Bedlam? No, the face was too angular, the nose
too sharp. Jaine sat up as her panic subsided. Her head had been resting on her
dictionary, and she pulled it close to her.
“Well, good mornin’, sunshine!” The man said loudly.
Jaine was shackled by one ankle, and the chain grated across the floor when she
moved. Her head pounded as she stared at the man across from her.
“Who are you?” she asked dully.
“I am just a messenger of light sent into this world to bring a bit of hope into it.
The name is Joel – I would shake your hand right now, but it’s a bit occupied at the
moment.” Joel’s hands were shackled at his sides. “What about you, missy, what are
your hopes and dreams?”
Jaine stared at him. “Where are we?”
“We are in a sad state of affairs, yes ma’am. But with some good old fashioned hope,
we may just get out of this place okie-dokie okay.”
Jaine still stared. The only door opened, creaking on its hinges. Sissy came through
it holding a large tray.
“Sissy!” Jaine exclaimed in her surprise, injuring her mental balance.
“Oh Jaine!” Sissy tried to smile simultaneously at Joel and Jaine, who were chained
to opposite walls. “I wondered when you would wake up. You’ve been asleep two days since you broke curfew. The ogress found you miles away, near some sacrifice alter.
She was very pleased that you ruined… what was it… a blue moon sacrifice? That was
it. Anyway, she gave us extra bread the next day.” Sissy’s voice was high and soft,
and she quipped like a nervous bird.
“The ogress knew about the sacrifice?” Jaine asked.
“Oh, yes. She…she said she sends girls out to some horrible, horrible monster, and I
wasn’t sure how this worked, but last time the monster cheated her on her price? Or
maybe the monsters master? But, oh Jaine!” Sissy began to turn red and her voice
choked. “To think if she had sent me out this time! I couldn’t have borne it!”
“There, there,” said Joel. “If you can be bold enough to believe in yourself, you
could be bold enough to face your monsters.”
“That’s right.” Sissy wiped her eyes on her sleeve, balancing the tray with her
knee. “Jaine, you are so lucky to be locked up with Mister Joel. He is so
encouraging.”
Joel smiled at Jaine. “I believe that the measure of a day is how many people I’ve
encouraged in it. Sissy just needed a little encouragement in her life, and now she
is being equipped to share that encouragement with the rest of the world.”
“Starting with our stomachs?” Jaine asked hopefully.
Sissy gasped. “Oh! Mister Joel, this is for you!” She kneeled beside Joel while
trying to hold the tray upright. She failed. “Oh, I’m sorry about your bread! It
doesn’t look too dirty, does it? There, I’ve brushed it off. Your drink is fine – I
didn’t spill a drop!”
Jaine watched as Sissy began feeding Joel his meal in jerky movements.
“Is the ogress not allowing me to be fed?” she asked hungrily.
“Oh no – you can eat as soon as you wake up. Well, you are awake now, but I didn’t
know that, so after Mister Joel eats I’ll fetch you your supper.”
“Ah… and how long must I remain locked in this chamber?”
“I’m not sure…” Sissy considered. “I didn’t think to ask.”
“Did you ask why I’m locked in this chamber?”
“No…but the ogress did tell me. She said you had to be punished since you were out
passed your curfew.”
“But had she not expected me never to return?”
“Yes, but you were still late.”
“Good point.”
Not wishing for nausea to interrupt her hunger, Jaine tried not to watch through the
rest of Joel’s feeding.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Joel called to Sissy as she tripped out the door. “She is
such a nice girl. She’ll have lots of nice things happen to her, I’m sure.”
“Why?”
“Well, miss Lady Jaine, because life is what you make of it. Haven’t you heard the
saying, what you get out of life is what you’ve put in?”
“Only in reference to privies.”
“Now miss Lady Jaine, that is a very cynical view on life. If you just change your
way of thinking, I think things will start looking up for you. You may have made some mistakes before, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. The good thing is that with every new day, you get a new chance at life. You may need to start your day with a good look at yourself, and think, ‘I’m Lady Jaine, and my life is going to be what I make it. I was made for great things, and no one can stop me from having them.’”
“So what did you do that you were sent here?” inquired Jaine.
“This? I don’t consider being here a problem – no, every problem I see, I see as an
opportunity. I may have some ups and downs, but I don’t let any of my
disappointments hold me back. In fact, I expect good things to happen shortly in my
future. If you go into life thinking of all the things that could go wrong in it,
then they probably will, but that is a problem with your attitude, not your life. If
I were hired to build a cathedral, but I spent all my time thinking of how this task
is too large for me, or I don’t have all the right tools, then I’m going the wrong
way about it. I need to prepare for great things to happen, otherwise they won’t.
When I woke up this morning, I pushed away all of my negativity and thought of all
the great things that may happen. What about you? What was your first thought when
you woke up?”
Jaine considered this. “My first thoughts upon awaking were: ‘I’m cold and uncomfortable,
thus I am probably not dead; unless I have misperceived death by excluding the possible continuance of characteristics of life, especially in concern over coldness and discomfort.’”
“See, there you go,” said Joel. Jaine suspected him of smugness. “You go assuming that things will be bad, and because of that, you may cause them to end up like you expected.”
Jaine’s eyes narrowed on him. “Are you saying that my own perceptions can change reality?”
“It depends on the type of reality, but yes.”
“Type of reality – that sounds interesting, please explain.”
“Well, I am not the author on this – though I do intend to write a book on this
topic – but I just follow the things that I understand out of my book.”
For the first time, Jaine noticed the book that waited in Joel’s shadow. It rested
just at his fingertips, but Jaine did not see how he could open it with his wrists
being shackled as they were.
“It is my dictionary,” Joel explained.
“You carry a dictionary? But, so do I!” Jaine felt unnerved by this revelation. Her
head pounded harder.
“See, and there you were on the right path all along!”
“Brilliant! Do you mind if I look up the word death and see if my negative or
positive opinion on it changes its state?”
Joel gave her a look of pity. “You would have to use your own. Mine doesn’t contain
any negativity.”
This befuddled Jaine. “You have a special edition?”
“It’s my own. Go ahead, look, if you are interested.”
Jaine was. She dragged her chain to its full length, and was able to read Joel’s
dictionary. As he had said, the word was not contained there; more accurately, the
entire entry had been marked through. Continuing to look through the book, Jaine saw
that many other words were obliterated, including obliterate. Flipping to the front,
she noted the following words missing: abandoned, alone, argue, assault, and avoid.
Near the middle she could not find limit, lonely, mistake, or the obvious, negative.
Additionally, positive words were circled, with the especially happy ones poorly
illuminated. Great had stars around it, friend had a symbol of holding hands.
“You have ruined it!” Jaine exclaimed.
“Ruin isn’t in there, you’ll find. I’ve improved it, actually.”
Jaine threw the book toward him. “You’ve made it worthless. What good is a dictionary with only the words you like? How are you going to know what I mean if I
call you a nescient philistine?”
“I don’t need to know any negative words, because I’m so busy thinking about the
positive ones.”
“But what does positive mean if you take away negative?”
A scolding look fell on Jaine. “My little Lady, you seem to be clinging to your
negativity, possibly because it is all you know. You can let it go, though, and let the positive energy flow inside of you, heal those broken feelings and desires, and
then maybe your life will take a new turn.”
“I don’t want a new turn! I liked the old turn!” Jaine was beginning to panic. The
room felt smaller than before, and her head felt larger.
“Now, I’m not here to judge you, because that’s not my job. No, my job it to help
guide you to a better place and let you know that it is okay to let go of all that
negative energy and accept what is good in life. Can you do that? Can you let go of
what is holding you back and filling places that were meant for good things? Just
let it out, and just toss all that negativity away from you. Can you do that today, Jaine?”
Jaine nodded. Then she vomited.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
The Adventures of Lady Jaine, part 6 - VOTING EDITION!
Hello! Sorry that I missed a week posting, but I've had a quandary. I wrote two versions of this scene, and can't decide which I like better. I favor Belligerence, while Garrett likes Aftermath, so it is up to you, faithful reader (if you are there) to decide.
Please comment and let me know which version you like better. Thanks!
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Jaine felt the minutes crawl passed her as she remained tied to the pole. Soon she would break her curfew, after which time she did not know what would happen. Jaine had always obeyed her curfew. Actually she had followed all of the Ogress’ rules, but that one most stringently, as she deeply respected punctuality.
(Beginning of Option A)
A sound like a wild beast tearing through the woods came near her. “Truth! Truth!” the beast called.
“I’m right here!” Jaine called. Her heart quickened as she said the words,
especially when the noise stopped, as if someone had heard her.
“Hello?” replied the beast.
“Greetings!”
“Hi?”
“Yes… hi. Are you in such a physical state as to help me?” Jaine asked the woods in
general, not knowing the location of the beast.
“Umm…” the woods pondered. “I have no state… other than as a person. Am I a person?
What is a person?”
“Ah, a person,” Jaine sighed. “How comforting.”
A woman stumbled into the clearing where Jaine was tied. The moonlight highlighting
her long dark hair and pale face, which seemed to match the white shift she wore.
She fell once, adding to the mud and marks on her clothing.
“Hi,” said Jaine, now that she could see her rescuer. “I am Lady Jaine.”
“I am Aftermath.”
“It is nice to meet you. Would you please untie me?”
“Untie? Is there an untie? Is this what you imagine?”
“Well, I would prefer to be untied physically.”
“Physically… I see…” muttered Aftermath.
The woman jumped up onto the alter, and began clawing at the ropes which bound
Jaine. Jaine felt the woman’s nails were long and probably broken, and so for each
misplaced slash Jaine had to ignore her urge to cry out.
“Tell me,” Jaine tried to distract herself, “what are you doing in these woods?”
“I’m searching for truth,” the woman replied, not looking up from her task. “It
doesn’t exist though. Still, I find purpose in the pursuit of it.”
“Are you from the university?” Jaine asked.
“No!” This came as a snarl. “I was, but I am no longer. They are all fools there.”
“I agree in general, though I haven’t met all of them.”
“I have! And they are! All fools, I mean. I am almost finished.”
"Good – thank you.” Jaine decided not to say anything so as not to trouble Aftermath,
and also because her head hurt from the excitement of the day.
The last strand loosened, and Jaine slowly pulled her arms to her front and began
rubbing her wrists. Rocks shifted as Aftermath bounded off the alter and resumed her trek through the woods.
“Thank you!” Jaine called after her. There was no reply.
(End of Option A)
(Beginning of Option B)
A voice sounded above the woods. “Hello? Hello?” it called.
“Hello!” Jaine called. Her heart quickened as she said the words, especially when
the noise stopped, as if someone had heard her.
“Hello?”
“Greetings!”
“Hi?”
“Yes… hi. Are you in such a physical state as to help me?” Jaine asked the woods in
general, not knowing the location of the beast.
“Yes! But I’m busy! But, I’m a nice person… so I suppose…”
“Ah, a person,” Jaine sighed. “How comforting.”
A woman marched into the clearing where Jaine was tied.
“Hi,” said Jaine, now that she could see her rescuer. “I am Lady Jaine.”
“I am Belligerence. What are you doing here?”
“I was left here as a virgin sacrifice.”
“Virgin sacrifice? Are you joking? What fools run this world! Bloody chauvinists, as
if I don’t deserve to be tied up as much as any virgin.”
“Yes…which, coming to that, would you please untie me?”
The woman glared at her. “That’s why I came over here, wasn’t it? Do you think I’m a
bad person? Well, I’ll tell you! I don’t believe in good or bad, but I’m nice, and
nice people do nice things! I’ll even help you, a stranger, just because I’m nice!
See if I don’t!”
The woman jumped up onto the alter, and began yanking at the ropes which bound
Jaine. The ropes kept tightening and loosening, so Jaine struggled to control her
grimaces.
“Tell me,” Jaine tried to distract herself, “what are you doing in these woods?”
“That is none of your business. Why do people bother with other people’s business?
People are so rude. I almost have this untied.” She yanked the ropes again, which
made Jaine’s eyes water.
“Good – thank you.” Jaine decided not to say anything so as not to cause
Belligerence to descend into not-niceness, and also because her head hurt from the
excitement of the day.
The last strand loosened, and Jaine slowly pulled her arms to her front and began
rubbing her wrists.
“Thank you!” Jaine exclaimed. Belligerence smiled saccharinely at her.
“Oh, it was nothing, really.” As she marched back to the woods, Jaine could hear her
muttering about that “worthless tripe” who “probably was not a virgin anyway.”
(End of Option B)
Gingerly retrieving her dictionary from the foot of the alter, Jaine began plodding down the road by which Bedlam had brought her. Soon she lost the moon in the trees, and at several points could not discern the correct path from the trails that ran through it. Stumbling on sore legs, Jaine stifled a sob and continued. She tripped over a tree root in the dark, her head hitting something hard and cold. Jaine lay still.
Please comment and let me know which version you like better. Thanks!
************
Jaine felt the minutes crawl passed her as she remained tied to the pole. Soon she would break her curfew, after which time she did not know what would happen. Jaine had always obeyed her curfew. Actually she had followed all of the Ogress’ rules, but that one most stringently, as she deeply respected punctuality.
(Beginning of Option A)
A sound like a wild beast tearing through the woods came near her. “Truth! Truth!” the beast called.
“I’m right here!” Jaine called. Her heart quickened as she said the words,
especially when the noise stopped, as if someone had heard her.
“Hello?” replied the beast.
“Greetings!”
“Hi?”
“Yes… hi. Are you in such a physical state as to help me?” Jaine asked the woods in
general, not knowing the location of the beast.
“Umm…” the woods pondered. “I have no state… other than as a person. Am I a person?
What is a person?”
“Ah, a person,” Jaine sighed. “How comforting.”
A woman stumbled into the clearing where Jaine was tied. The moonlight highlighting
her long dark hair and pale face, which seemed to match the white shift she wore.
She fell once, adding to the mud and marks on her clothing.
“Hi,” said Jaine, now that she could see her rescuer. “I am Lady Jaine.”
“I am Aftermath.”
“It is nice to meet you. Would you please untie me?”
“Untie? Is there an untie? Is this what you imagine?”
“Well, I would prefer to be untied physically.”
“Physically… I see…” muttered Aftermath.
The woman jumped up onto the alter, and began clawing at the ropes which bound
Jaine. Jaine felt the woman’s nails were long and probably broken, and so for each
misplaced slash Jaine had to ignore her urge to cry out.
“Tell me,” Jaine tried to distract herself, “what are you doing in these woods?”
“I’m searching for truth,” the woman replied, not looking up from her task. “It
doesn’t exist though. Still, I find purpose in the pursuit of it.”
“Are you from the university?” Jaine asked.
“No!” This came as a snarl. “I was, but I am no longer. They are all fools there.”
“I agree in general, though I haven’t met all of them.”
“I have! And they are! All fools, I mean. I am almost finished.”
"Good – thank you.” Jaine decided not to say anything so as not to trouble Aftermath,
and also because her head hurt from the excitement of the day.
The last strand loosened, and Jaine slowly pulled her arms to her front and began
rubbing her wrists. Rocks shifted as Aftermath bounded off the alter and resumed her trek through the woods.
“Thank you!” Jaine called after her. There was no reply.
(End of Option A)
(Beginning of Option B)
A voice sounded above the woods. “Hello? Hello?” it called.
“Hello!” Jaine called. Her heart quickened as she said the words, especially when
the noise stopped, as if someone had heard her.
“Hello?”
“Greetings!”
“Hi?”
“Yes… hi. Are you in such a physical state as to help me?” Jaine asked the woods in
general, not knowing the location of the beast.
“Yes! But I’m busy! But, I’m a nice person… so I suppose…”
“Ah, a person,” Jaine sighed. “How comforting.”
A woman marched into the clearing where Jaine was tied.
“Hi,” said Jaine, now that she could see her rescuer. “I am Lady Jaine.”
“I am Belligerence. What are you doing here?”
“I was left here as a virgin sacrifice.”
“Virgin sacrifice? Are you joking? What fools run this world! Bloody chauvinists, as
if I don’t deserve to be tied up as much as any virgin.”
“Yes…which, coming to that, would you please untie me?”
The woman glared at her. “That’s why I came over here, wasn’t it? Do you think I’m a
bad person? Well, I’ll tell you! I don’t believe in good or bad, but I’m nice, and
nice people do nice things! I’ll even help you, a stranger, just because I’m nice!
See if I don’t!”
The woman jumped up onto the alter, and began yanking at the ropes which bound
Jaine. The ropes kept tightening and loosening, so Jaine struggled to control her
grimaces.
“Tell me,” Jaine tried to distract herself, “what are you doing in these woods?”
“That is none of your business. Why do people bother with other people’s business?
People are so rude. I almost have this untied.” She yanked the ropes again, which
made Jaine’s eyes water.
“Good – thank you.” Jaine decided not to say anything so as not to cause
Belligerence to descend into not-niceness, and also because her head hurt from the
excitement of the day.
The last strand loosened, and Jaine slowly pulled her arms to her front and began
rubbing her wrists.
“Thank you!” Jaine exclaimed. Belligerence smiled saccharinely at her.
“Oh, it was nothing, really.” As she marched back to the woods, Jaine could hear her
muttering about that “worthless tripe” who “probably was not a virgin anyway.”
(End of Option B)
Gingerly retrieving her dictionary from the foot of the alter, Jaine began plodding down the road by which Bedlam had brought her. Soon she lost the moon in the trees, and at several points could not discern the correct path from the trails that ran through it. Stumbling on sore legs, Jaine stifled a sob and continued. She tripped over a tree root in the dark, her head hitting something hard and cold. Jaine lay still.
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