Tales Are Truth, and Sooth Is Lies
Mar. 17th, 2011 09:02 amKiller-Kate and Luke Lackland: 530 words leading into the matter of Kate's speech. The matter of it slips away into triteness or falsity as soon as I try to put words to it.
Fact: When famous Katy Elflocks crashed the Dark Tower, she was neither one of the lords and heroes who kept stuffing up in the attempt, nor a proud independent commoner like her folk of Fairfields now. She was a put-upon peasant with a few feeble magic arts, much like Bonecold Refugee and quite a lot like the Blancmange Army in general. Kate knows, 'cause she was there!
Fact: The lords believe in special innately exceptional people, viz. them, and in some cases also folk-heroes like Katy. That is part of their strength. The other part of it is that people like the Blancmange Army believe it too. The lords know how to use both, by instinct and training.
Fact: Kate has been a lord and a (mostly rotten) hero, and she has been very much neither, and she has learned bitterly that her kind is no more specially innately exceptional than any other. She does, however, know how lords think, and what scares them.
Fact: Kate gets something about the need for leaders and lords and heroes anyway that the Good Witch doesn't and never will. Because Katy Elflocks could pluck the Pleiades down from the sky to make wine with, and still think it was thoroughly silly of everybody to make a fuss of her for shinning up a ladder to heaven, rather than for serving up a luscious rain-star wine and some sharp cheese rolls to eat with it. She doesn't understand worship, in either of its senses, at all.
Somewhere in there, Kate has to get all that behind short simple words such as downtrodden and defeated peasant rebels will hear - and carry them up with her to deliver their own Prince Lackland from their own dull tower, or die trying. I know she can do it. That's who Golden Kate is! But can I show her doing it, as the old grey wolf shorn of glitter and glamour, from a standing start with strangers?
Have to. Hard.