In all our valleys the light is the same. And it's the light that matters
So I have a theological question.
I am re-reading Elizabeth Goudge's The Valley of Song (1951) for the nth time. It's one of the books where I notice different things with each reading; that's part of the reason it's her best book, although others include the beauty of the writing and the numinous generally busting out all over. This time, a line in the scene in which the protagonist is waiting outside the door to the Valley of Song (only children may enter this country which is called by mortals "Fairyland, or the Garden of Eden, or Arcadia, or the Earthly Paradise, or the Elysian Fields, or some such ridiculous name. We just call it the Workshop," so in order to let someone else go in, Tabitha has taken on some of their years as her own and is now too old herself to be allowed inside) sprang out at me:
Andrew turned to Tabitha, his face radiant. "I may go in!" he said, and he gripped her hand. "Come on, Tabitha."
Tabitha pulled her hand away and leaned against the wall, hiding her face, and the same misery that had overwhelmed her when Julie went in without her came over her again. This dreadful shut-out and cast-away feeling! She had never felt so wretched. She had not known one could feel so miserable. Her voice came to Andrew from behind her hands, muffled and forlorn. "I can't go in with you. I'm too old."
"Too old? You can't be!" said Andrew, and he pulled her hands away from her face.
"Five years too old!" sobbed Tabitha. "I'm fifteen. I can't go in."
There was a long and anguished silence, while Andrew struggled to make up his mind about something, then he took a deep breath. "Then I'm not going in either," he said. "If you're shut out, I'll be shut out too."
Tabitha liked to hear him say that. It was almost worth being shut out to hear him say that. The door swung wide and a great breath of life-giving air blew through it.
"Come in, both of you," said the splendid voice, and there was almost a note of celestial impatience in its splendour. "Little girl, you carried that burden well, but long enough for a child. Come in and be with him. He'll need firm handling. Boy, you were ready to be exiled with her, and the readiness is all. Am I to be until the Last Trump holding this door open?"
Those of you who have read Mary Renault may be nodding already, because this is a concept I learned first from The King Must Die (1958):
"Horses go blindly to the sacrifice, but the gods give knowledge to men. When the King was dedicated, he knew his moira. In three years, or seven, or nine, or whenever the custom was, his term would end and the god would call him. And he went consenting, or else he was no king, and power would not fall on him to lead the people. When they came to choose among the Royal Kin, this was his sign: that he chose short life with glory, and to walk with the god, rather than live long, unknown like the stall-fed ox. And the custom changes, Theseus, but this token never. Remember, even if you do not understand . . . It is not the sacrifice, whether it comes in youth or age, or the god remits it; it is not the bloodletting that calls down power. It is the consenting, Theseus. The readiness is all."
Where does this idea originate? Is it as simple as going back to the Binding of Isaac: that it was enough for Abraham to be willing to sacrifice his son? Is there a more complicated aetiology I don't know about, or a particularly Christian significance that would have been important to Goudge? I happen to believe it, just as I believe that an unconsenting sacrifice has no power (see Peter S. Beagle's The Last Unicorn (1968): "Real magic can never be made by offering someone up else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back. The true witches know that"), and I think it is not an uncommon belief. But I don't know where it comes from, if it doesn't come from the story I thought of first, and I'm curious.
I am re-reading Elizabeth Goudge's The Valley of Song (1951) for the nth time. It's one of the books where I notice different things with each reading; that's part of the reason it's her best book, although others include the beauty of the writing and the numinous generally busting out all over. This time, a line in the scene in which the protagonist is waiting outside the door to the Valley of Song (only children may enter this country which is called by mortals "Fairyland, or the Garden of Eden, or Arcadia, or the Earthly Paradise, or the Elysian Fields, or some such ridiculous name. We just call it the Workshop," so in order to let someone else go in, Tabitha has taken on some of their years as her own and is now too old herself to be allowed inside) sprang out at me:
Andrew turned to Tabitha, his face radiant. "I may go in!" he said, and he gripped her hand. "Come on, Tabitha."
Tabitha pulled her hand away and leaned against the wall, hiding her face, and the same misery that had overwhelmed her when Julie went in without her came over her again. This dreadful shut-out and cast-away feeling! She had never felt so wretched. She had not known one could feel so miserable. Her voice came to Andrew from behind her hands, muffled and forlorn. "I can't go in with you. I'm too old."
"Too old? You can't be!" said Andrew, and he pulled her hands away from her face.
"Five years too old!" sobbed Tabitha. "I'm fifteen. I can't go in."
There was a long and anguished silence, while Andrew struggled to make up his mind about something, then he took a deep breath. "Then I'm not going in either," he said. "If you're shut out, I'll be shut out too."
Tabitha liked to hear him say that. It was almost worth being shut out to hear him say that. The door swung wide and a great breath of life-giving air blew through it.
"Come in, both of you," said the splendid voice, and there was almost a note of celestial impatience in its splendour. "Little girl, you carried that burden well, but long enough for a child. Come in and be with him. He'll need firm handling. Boy, you were ready to be exiled with her, and the readiness is all. Am I to be until the Last Trump holding this door open?"
Those of you who have read Mary Renault may be nodding already, because this is a concept I learned first from The King Must Die (1958):
"Horses go blindly to the sacrifice, but the gods give knowledge to men. When the King was dedicated, he knew his moira. In three years, or seven, or nine, or whenever the custom was, his term would end and the god would call him. And he went consenting, or else he was no king, and power would not fall on him to lead the people. When they came to choose among the Royal Kin, this was his sign: that he chose short life with glory, and to walk with the god, rather than live long, unknown like the stall-fed ox. And the custom changes, Theseus, but this token never. Remember, even if you do not understand . . . It is not the sacrifice, whether it comes in youth or age, or the god remits it; it is not the bloodletting that calls down power. It is the consenting, Theseus. The readiness is all."
Where does this idea originate? Is it as simple as going back to the Binding of Isaac: that it was enough for Abraham to be willing to sacrifice his son? Is there a more complicated aetiology I don't know about, or a particularly Christian significance that would have been important to Goudge? I happen to believe it, just as I believe that an unconsenting sacrifice has no power (see Peter S. Beagle's The Last Unicorn (1968): "Real magic can never be made by offering someone up else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back. The true witches know that"), and I think it is not an uncommon belief. But I don't know where it comes from, if it doesn't come from the story I thought of first, and I'm curious.

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The problem I have with the Binding of Isaac is that there is no indication (at least, not in the Christian tradition) that Isaac consents. At least in some extra-Koranic tellings of the story in Muslim teachings, Ishmael knew about the command and agreed to it, which makes it slightly less horrifying. (The devil appears to Abraham, Hagar, and Ishmael in turn to tempt them to save Ishmael's life, but each one refuses the Devil. This is why Muslims throw stones at the devil during Hajj.) Anyway, to me, the binding appears more akin to offering up someone else's liver than going willingly to your own death.
But to answer the question you actually asked, the obvious Christian significance is the death of Jesus. John 10: "14 I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, 15 just as the Father knows me and I know the Father. And I lay down my life for the sheep. ...17 For this reason the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again. 18 No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord." And Luke 22: "41 Then he withdrew from them about a stone’s throw, knelt down, and prayed, 42“Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me; yet, not my will but yours be done.” "
I'm sure there must be older antecedents, but I don't know what they are.
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I really, really love The Valley of Song. It was one of my childhood beloved books; then it was stolen from the library; then I had to wait until I had access to the kind of cross-country interlibrary loan that grad school affords to read it again; then
The problem I have with the Binding of Isaac is that there is no indication (at least, not in the Christian tradition) that Isaac consents.
I don't know that there's any indication that Isaac consents in the Jewish tradition, either, at least not that I've run into. (I admit I did not exhaustively read midrash before making this post.) It works as a parallel for me because, in the traditional interpretation of the story, what God needs is the knowledge of Abraham's willingness, not the actual death of Isaac. But there's an entire strain of commentary from the medieval period into the modern day which attempts to interpret the story differently, because otherwise what the hell, God? I don't know a lot about it, but I find it telling that the one d'var Torah I can remember from Rosh Hashanah services in high school was about the Binding of Isaac and the angel who intervenes.
At least in some extra-Koranic tellings of the story in Muslim teachings, Ishmael knew about the command and agreed to it, which makes it slightly less horrifying.
John 10: "14 I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, 15 just as the Father knows me and I know the Father. And I lay down my life for the sheep. ...17 For this reason the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again. 18 No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord." And Luke 22: "41 Then he withdrew from them about a stone’s throw, knelt down, and prayed, 42“Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me; yet, not my will but yours be done.” "
Thank you! It was my assumption when writing this post that Jesus was a consenting sacrifice, but it is not my field and I appreciate the citations. Are there instances in Christian tradition where the consenting is enough and the sacrifice itself is not required?
I'm sure there must be older antecedents, but I don't know what they are.
Off the top of my head, there are some instances in classical Greek literature and one thing I remember being taught about animal sacrifice that I would like to check for myself before I go around citing it (that it was necessary for a victim to nod before it could be sacrified, signaling its assent, for which reason sacrificial animals were either touched on the brow or sprinkled with water to produce the relevant toss of the head), but I don't know if those would have fed into the Christian tradition, because my knowledge of early Christianity is actually quite terrible except in some bizarre ways, like knowing that early Christian tombstones could still be inscribed with the Roman dis manibus, "for the Manes gods," the spirits of the dead. I enjoy knowing that sort of thing, but it helps me a lot less with history of religion than I would like.
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Which ancient Near Eastern sacrifice practices are you thinking of? I know the most about the so-called Royal Cemetery at Ur, which contains bodies of sacrificed servants or slaves accompanying the high-status burials, and about the evidence for/arguments against child sacrifice, although I know more about Carthage in that respect than about general Phoenician culture. My knowledge of Canaanite religion is not good at all. I have a much better handle on Assyrian/Babylonian myth and ritual.
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It's worth checking the library systems near you, especially if you have access to a university library. There's a very fine mer-person in it, too!
In size, including her tail, she was about the size of an earth-child of four years old, but no earth-child ever had such an exquisitely fragile body or such a smooth and silvery skin. Her pointed little face was as silver-white as her body, and there was no colour in her cheeks or lips, but the laughter in her lips and the dimples in her cheeks made them warm with friendliness. Her eyes were round and green, and they were not like human eyes, for they had no lashes and there were no eyebrows above them. The strands of her hair were light as gossamer and waved all about her head as though each strand had a life of its own. Her hair was green, so much the green of the air behind her that had it not been for its movement one would scarcely have seen it. Worn like a jewel in her hair, just above her forehead, was a tiny silver starfish that shone faintly. The little teeth that showed between her parted lips were like pearls, and so were the nails on her fingers; her hands were tiny and lovely, but a bit web-like where the fingers joined on. It would have been an insult to her beauty to say that at the waist she became a fish, but it was the truth to say that if you did not look at the top half of her, the bottom half of her might have reminded you of a fish, for it was a tapering affair of silver and green scales, ending at the bottom in a sort of shimmering fan that reminded Tabitha of Silkin's en-tout-cas. She wondered what it was used for. Just at present it was lying just submerged beneath the water, moving gently to and fro like the tip of a cat's tail and sending half-moons of ripples across the pond.
(Her name is Miranda. Her hair is tentacles.)
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Yes! Thank you; I knew there were other examples. I remembered after posting that it's in Elizabeth Marie Pope's The Perilous Gard (1974) as well: the nine weeks' death-time during which the king of the land readies himself for the sacrifice, at which he must refuse all other paths and choose the fire.
Which makes me think it must be Christian somehow or other, though I am not certain how or where.
I know there are consenting sacrifices in Greek literature—Renault didn't invent them—but I have been assuming that Goudge's precedents were Christian and that so is the general influence on the field, although I could be wrong about the latter.
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I don't question the presence of sacrifice in pre-Christian (or non-Christian) cultures! What I'm trying to track down is the idea that the important part of the ritual is the consenting, the willingness to make the offering—whether it is one's own life or some other precious thing—without which the physical act of sacrifice has no strength. It seems to be taken for granted in both real and fictional mythologies and I would like to know how far back it goes. Elizabeth Goudge being a Christian writer, I'm especially curious if there's a theological precedent of which I'm not aware because I'm neither Christian nor a religious scholar.
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Is Abraham a good parallel? It's not his life on the line there. Did Isaac volunteer?
[ETA: And it shows up in Iphigeneia, too...]
The idea recently turned up in The Vikings when the family go to the big shindig at Uppsala and it turns out that Ragnar Lothbrok had pledged a sacrifice who wasn't actually willing to do it.
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HAMLET
Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special
providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,
'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be
now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the
readiness is all.
Books in conversation: though heavens knows, the idea is far older.
Nine
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Heh. I'm not sure that counts as consent from my perspective, but I'll accept archaeological arguments to the contrary.
[ETA: And it shows up in Iphigeneia, too...]
Yes! See replies to
The idea recently turned up in The Vikings when the family go to the big shindig at Uppsala and it turns out that Ragnar Lothbrok had pledged a sacrifice who wasn't actually willing to do it.
How is the situation resolved?
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Thank you! That is pretty cool.
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Where did you find that? I am glad she loved it; it deserves to be loved. I wouldn't call it mixed-up, either. It blends its mythologies perfectly.
(What were her other two?)
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It seems that a lot of ritual practice is designed in one way or another to disguise unwilling sacrifices as willing ones. Just as the temporary king is meant to be accepted as the real king (well, he's got a crown don't he?), the unwilling sacrifice is to be accepted as the willing one (well, Sgt. Howie ran to the right spot of his own accord, didn't he?). Gods aren't stupid, but accept this kind of clumsy legerdemain when the real thing isn't available. It does suggest though that willingness is the ideal, or just possibly the original, form of the thing.
On a human level, many time-honoured institutions couldn't function if unmeant words weren't taken as meant in the right ritual circumstances - i.e. as part of the marriage vow in an arranged marriage.
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Poem, please.
the unwilling sacrifice is to be accepted as the willing one (well, Sgt. Howie ran to the right spot of his own accord, didn't he?)
Heh. See reply above to
Gods aren't stupid, but accept this kind of clumsy legerdemain when the real thing isn't available. It does suggest though that willingness is the ideal, or just possibly the original, form of the thing.
That makes sense to me. How far back, though, can you trace the idea that willingness is an acceptable substitute for action—as well as a necessary component of the successful sacrifice?
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The prehistoric example that comes to my mind is Lindow Man- a sacrificial victim who turned up well-preserved in a bog in Cheshire. Examination of the body suggested he had been a member of the elite- smooth hands, manicured nails- and that he'd been rather well treated up to the moment of his death. These things don't prove consent but rather suggest it.
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I'm willing to believe it's a very old idea:
Do you have any information about prehistoric instances of human sacrifice? [edit] I don't think of the Iron Age as prehistory, but I understand this might be a difference in definitions.
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Agreed. I was looking at Biblical traditions because Elizabeth Goudge is a Christian writer and because the Binding of Isaac was the first story I thought of where the willingness alone is enough; the sacrifice is not required. If you can think of others, Biblical or not, I'd love to hear them.
but especially in the case of a personally undertaken sacrifice, the two most powerful components seem to be that it's a genuine sacrifice (i.e., it doesn't count to offer up something you don't care about) and that you're doing it with full consent.
Publius Decius Mus at the battle of Vesuvius, dedicating himself to the gods of the underworld and annihilating the enemy. Devotio can only be done with your own life, not with anyone else's. You think it's just in the zeitgeist of how we think about sacrifice, then?
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I'm almost entirely positive the story's not Biblical. I'd actually suspect Paradise Lost or The Divine Comedy, which theoretically have no impact on LDS cosmology, but that's utter nonsense.
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. . . I learned a version of this story from the original cast album of a musical that belonged to the LDS family who lived next door when I was growing up. Saancrifice being at the core of it makes a great deal of sense. Thank you.
I'm almost entirely positive the story's not Biblical.
If nothing else, I don't know any other traditions in which Christ and Lucifer are seen as brothers. It's not Jewish, obviously, it's not Islamic (Iblis falls for his refusal to prostrate himself before Adam, whom he considers his inferior, being made of clay where Iblis was made of pure fire), and I haven't seen it in other forms of Christianity that I can recall, although I won't swear it's not in some of the heresies: it has the right resonance of myth, to the point where it made its way, completely unexamined, into the only Christmas poem I have ever written, without my thinking much about the origins.
I'd actually suspect Paradise Lost or The Divine Comedy, which theoretically have no impact on LDS cosmology, but that's utter nonsense.
Say more?
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