Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 13 |
| Daimon |
Day 13: When Archetypes Fight: Hierophant vs. Fool. Warning for the violent misuse of religious iconography. |
| Water he rejects – he vomits it forth, breaks the hand with the towel. Afternoon rain, drumming on Nottamun's rectory roof, sends him to the corner, rocking, cursing. “Get out!” he screams at tear-blurred shapes, then claws his eyes. “OUT!” “Pity inoffensive eyes!” Father Jeremiah rushes to restrain the madman. “Stop this, friend!” The howl's a demon's cry; outside, men cower, then run to look. Jeremiah lies neck acrook, and the stranger... “Jesu!” they murmur, staring at the priestly crucifix in one mutilated orb. ... as a hundred leagues hence, he opens new eyes – again – and wails... |
Notes: 1.Daimon: “They are messengers who shuttle back and forth between [gods and mortals]...” (Symposium, 202 e). |