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Continuing the trend of prolific posting, here's another bit of Narnia fic. This is part of my current efforts to figure out the star's daughter, about whom we know barely anything, not even her name, and yet just barely enough that I keep wondering.


A star is: a great ball of flaming gas, a tiny pinpoint of clear light, a glittering sharp-edged spear-bearer with burning hair and molten silver eyes.

A star's child is: a flared falling arch of fire, a night's halo around the moon, a tall white-armed singer with cool eyes and a voice of stardust stillness.

Her father eats a berry of the sun, each morning, and grows slowly young again. She is young still, and earthbound, and there are no berries for her. She could not bear the fire in them; it would burn her up.

She loves bright ephemeral things, storms and seagulls and moonlight on dark waves, as is perhaps appropriate for a sun-spark star-child. Her father and their kinfolk shining still in the sky she loves with a deep steady warmth, but it is the quick dying things that capture her heart in sudden strong love. They are here and alive and joyous and then gone past recall into the eternal sunrise of Aslan's country, and in that immediacy there is a heart-song sharper and lovelier than the one she sings to every dawn.

A star knows the long stately dance through all the circling ages, but a star's daughter knows life and death and time sliding past. And so, when a fair-spoken young king comes to this island of seabirds and sleepers and smiles blue-eyed at her, she smiles back, because here is a handsome flaring life to treasure while she can.

A star's child will die; but her human children will hear the dawn-song high and thin and wild in their heart's veins, and her children's children will watch the night sky.

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Q1: Why is the name "Puddleglum" stuck in my head now?

Q2: Doesn't "prolific" sound like a euphemism for anti-abortion fiction?

A1: Because Puddleglum is a fantastic character, and he has one of the best speeches in the Narnia books, and more to the point he has a wonderfully fun name. Puddleglum puddleglum puddleglum! It sounds like a herd of galloping frogs.

A2: ...Yes, it does, rather.

Yes! Yes he does! That speech, I realize just now, is perhaps the most influential thing I ever read for my personal philosophy on faith.


In fact, I may be subconsciously emulating Puddleglum as a role model, I think. O_o. Food for thought, Gen.

It occurs to me you may not recognize this, my personal LJ, because I never use it. But it's got my name, so, eh.

I love Puddleglum. I was kind of bored by him the first time I read it, when I was younger, until I got to that bit and BAM, I realized that he rocked. (Now I like him all the way through; he sees all the dangers of the worst side of things, instead of optimistically ignoring them, and then goes ahead and does them anyway.) There are worse role models. :)

And, hey, a personal LJ! I think I knew that you had one, but I'd forgotten. *friends*

he sees all the dangers of the worst side of things, instead of optimistically ignoring them, and then goes ahead and does them anyway

That's it exactly. That's what I love about him and what I try to emulate.

It occurs to me in retrospect that that whole scene is kinda goofy in the traditionally Narnian way. The evil witch, who's had Rilian enchanted for umpteen years, comes back in, and they get into epistomological debate with her, thus affording her the chance to re-enchant them all. Instead of, y'know, cutting her head off.


Aw, but this is Narnia! There's always time to have a civilized discussion, not to mention a good oration if need be! If anyone tries to stop it, one need only accuse them of discourtesy, and they'll be shamed into proper behavior.

Which is to say, yeah, it is kinda goofy, now that you mention it.

Yeah. All the Narnians are always polite and proper and give everybody a fair chance, even when it isn't in their own best interest or they ought to be holding a grudge.

But...(for some reason all my thinking on Narnia gets done in the shower) I think the reason for that is that in real life you can't just go cutting the heads off your enemies. Lewis is/was always pretty meticulous about the correspondence of real life petty evil to his grander fantastical evil, ie, Edmund's rather mundane fall or the bratty kids at boarding school Aslan comes through to frighten--the only time Aslan shows up in England at all. Evil in Narnia doesn't just mean turning random people to stone. It also is just kind of being a dick. It all leads in the same direction. The only time we see much in the way of deception or brutal tactics is Tirian in the Last Battle, which is kind of the point--things are winding down.


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I love that quote. So beautiful, and so true.

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