Till We Have Faces - Judgement

Till We Have Faces - Judgement

12/10/2016

“Orual, my name is Herodianus, and I am god of the silence. I have been there, in the moments when you have sat and toiled inside over your sister psyche. I see you fear that she does not love you because she loves others beside you. Is this so?”

“It is.” Orual responds.

“I have a story that I think you will find interesting. Once there was a god named Agathon and his mother Alethea. Alethea and Agathon came from a community of gods and goddesses that held honor above all else. During a battle Alethea becomes mortally wounded and in order to live she must receive the blood from her heir; due to the circumstances the only heir that can give Alethea blood is Agathon. At once, Alethea’s servant suggests that she require Agathon, out of honor, to give her his blood even though that means he would die. Alethea immediately rejects this idea and explains that it is because of honor she cannot do this---she claims that true honor would be allowing herself to die and her son to continue living.”

“That’s love. I wish that Psyche would love me in this way.”

“Do you think that Alethea chose well when she chose to honor her son in this way?”

“Yes, that is true honor.”

“Then is it not true honor and love in your case to sacrifice your own insecurities and allow Psyche to find happiness and love with others besides just yourself?”

Orual stood before the god of silence, silent.

“I charge you as guilty.” Declared Herodianus.