[Boy would Namur be surprised to learn that slavery was in vogue in
Everglade still. That and necromancy, which of course was the allusion he
was making, and exactly the way Ted thought and felt. A universally wrong
practice, full of evil for all its participants, willing or not. It was not
as conventional as slavery; doubtless Namur would find more allies for his
cause than Ted. But otherwise...the comparisons were irresistibly easy. He
wondered if Namur caught on to the game.]
[Ted grew a smile, burning fiercely under a cover of
courtesy.]
Oh Namur, I could love you like a brother. You are speaking with the same
tongue, the same language, but about another subject. How much I hate that
even now, for the sake of truth, I might endanger that.
I hope it's apparent that I was not speaking of slavery of the flesh, but
of the spirit. You see...I believe, in some form or another, everyone's
spirit is enslaved to something. To sin, or nature, or to the self--it
hardly matters which, in the end-- on the one hand, and on the other...to
righteousness. The latter master is one not many have chosen, imagining
themselves "free" in the bondage of the former. With all my heart I should
like to put upon them the yoke of God, but it is something they shall have
to wear on their own. If they've any freedom, any liberty, it must be used
only to give it up to the right One.
And now you see the terrible dilemma. Here you are, fishman after my own
heart, and yet I do not know whether our beliefs will make us allies or
enemies.
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Date: 2016-08-22 11:31 pm (UTC)[Boy would Namur be surprised to learn that slavery was in vogue in Everglade still. That and necromancy, which of course was the allusion he was making, and exactly the way Ted thought and felt. A universally wrong practice, full of evil for all its participants, willing or not. It was not as conventional as slavery; doubtless Namur would find more allies for his cause than Ted. But otherwise...the comparisons were irresistibly easy. He wondered if Namur caught on to the game.]
[Ted grew a smile, burning fiercely under a cover of courtesy.]
Oh Namur, I could love you like a brother. You are speaking with the same tongue, the same language, but about another subject. How much I hate that even now, for the sake of truth, I might endanger that.
I hope it's apparent that I was not speaking of slavery of the flesh, but of the spirit. You see...I believe, in some form or another, everyone's spirit is enslaved to something. To sin, or nature, or to the self--it hardly matters which, in the end-- on the one hand, and on the other...to righteousness. The latter master is one not many have chosen, imagining themselves "free" in the bondage of the former. With all my heart I should like to put upon them the yoke of God, but it is something they shall have to wear on their own. If they've any freedom, any liberty, it must be used only to give it up to the right One.
And now you see the terrible dilemma. Here you are, fishman after my own heart, and yet I do not know whether our beliefs will make us allies or enemies.