two into one don’t go.
The one idea that we get to imagine what Tarsus might actually look like is only really there because Fela once saw an old play. It clearly left it’s mark upon her because she compares Kvothe’s bursting through the fire in the fishery to a scene from Daeonica.
‘It was like watching Tarsus bursting out of hell. You came through the fire and I knew everything was going to be alright.’
The fiery danger in this case came not from hell but from bone tar which doesn’t behave quite like a normal flame does but rather gives off a thick oily smoke that doesn’t diffuse but hangs together like a tiny dark cloud… before it ignites with a sodium red flame. Moreover, when kvothe jumped through the flames he was also wrapped in his freshly wetted dark blue cloak to protect himself from this dark sticky fog. So what Fela actually saw was a dark shrouded manshape bursting through the bright red flames which all told made her think of a specific scene in an old play that she once saw. Coincidence? Or a clue? Fela knowing this play at all is a bonus, perhaps Daeonica is a Modegan play, they do like their plays out there, this might also explain its antiquity and scarcity outside of such exclusive circles as they are the oldest of the rulers of Temerant and would therefore be a likely audience for all of it’s oldest stories.
This stage version of a fiery hell is quite comparable to our pit in ancient Atur where a new religion is being born and a new age is beginning. Both of our scenarios are brimstone full of fire and demons. Both contain a man wrapped in a cloak of darkness seeking release from his own personal hell and the tinfoil is dancing together nicely now, two dark shrouded figures escaping two blazing fires and thus the twin roles of Tarsus and Lanre can now be seen side by side and now clearly show us two versions of one and the same story.
Tar/Lan – Lan/Tar or Parallel Parts
Comparing the scenes together is now a lot simpler and the links now become much clearer too.
In act I of the play, our parallel hero (Lanre/Tarsus) was a prince, or a king. Someone important… and something important happens to him. Act II is never specifically mentioned but if follows that after the opening introductions, this would be the scene in the story where the plot begins in earnest and Tarsus/Lanre now wants something so badly that he sought out a demon and sold his soul to darkness in exchange for his hearts desire. Meanwhile back in real life, Lan/Tar is known to be talking to the Cthaeh, a being that grants him his own heart’s desire, but following this path ultimately leads to his own betrayal and doom. Some time may well have passed before act III of the play since Tar/Lan spoke with Felurian, which implies this to be a Fae scene with a faen time scale. He thence realised his folly, regretted the error of his ways and declared he would now repent for his actions, if he only could. In Atur, Lan/Tar was indeed offered such a chance to repent as his part of the fusion of Haliax/Encanis by the grace of Lord Tehlu. Three times they were offered the same choice Tehlu gave to everyone else, to repent and cross to his side of the path. The demon part rejected it utterly, but Lan/Tar is remorseful and he now has a chance to prove his true repentance, cross over from the darkness, and receive his new Lord’s justice… if he can only break free from the the chains that bind him.
Then the play shifts forwards towards the exorcism scene and what is left of the daemonic form is now being driven out of the world by the holy name of God. Since everything was going to be alright now, and since this is a good thing for our audience to enjoy, then it was clearly just before this moment in the play that Tar/Lan must have burst free from his fiery hell, leaving gods and demons to fight the true battle of wills out between themselves.
Remembering what he used to be, Tar/Lan exerts all the strength of will and bursts free from his own bondage, breaking the links that held him a prisoner to hell. Both characters appearance now closely resemble Kvothe in the fishery, and like him and Fela, both Lan/Tar and Tar/Lan also escape. The last lines we hear in act IV are from the now released Tar(bornagain)Lan pledging his own mortal vengeance upon his past tormentor. His words are directed towards a quite unique form of punishment which can only be a reference to the Cthaeh’s own current location, the vanquished demon who is soon to be stuck in a prison of shadows himself, one fully exposed beneath a field of eternal light to keep him there amidst the solitary shade of the one tree that is rooted at the absolute centre of Lady Felurians Faen home for all of the outerdemonkind to witness as an object lesson.
Reading the play again from our other perspective, from Trapis version, will set this final scene in Atur where the demon lord is being spoken to for the third time. Tehlu offers a chance for it to repent and cross to the other side of the path, and twice so far the wheel has rung out it’s name in denial. The demon part of Encanis shrieked his defiance at Tehlu denying him completely, ranting and raving but he was also fighting an internal battle at the same time and the tiny micro% part that still remembers Lanre is launching his bid to regain control of the voice of Encanis .
‘he might of said more but his breath was short as he strained against the chains that held him’.
The chains that held them to the wheel were forged of links that were closed around Encanis by the will of a God who knew the names of all things. The wheel rings like a bell when it hears anything false and so only the truth can set you free. Lanre begins to assert his own true willpower against the cage that holds him in submission to Encanis. His old name is caught in a binding of false iron, denatured iron taken from the black beast of Drossen Tor and made into the iron hauberguon that he wore at Myr Tarinniel, the skin of his enemy grips him like a glove, a grip which holds him utterly, that makes him dance to a darker tune. But Lanre is fighting back against this binding with everything he can summon of his own raw power of strength, and it is beginning to tell on the demon. He is arm wrestling back control of his flesh from the body of Encanis, brawn v’s brain you could say, and in doing so he seeks to control it’s breath and declare himself to be the master, not the servant. He seeks to own his own true name once again, to control the breath that will declare himself to be true to Lord Tehlu’s choice of path. Thanks to Selitos eternal curse, everything that was ever once Lanre still resembles nothing more than a vague form wrapped in a cloak of shadow and it is this dark form which is visible to us in our story a burning dark outstanding against the brightness of the true flame.
‘His face was still hidden in a shadow that rose from him like a tongue of darkening flame.’
Lanre is the shadow and the shadow is Lanre. The rest of the demon has a more defined shape, one with hands at the very least…black hands is the classical way of describing them.The shadow of a mortal man is pulling away from the skindancers control, Lanre is fighting to be free, the binding between them is being stretched tight as a lute string. Trembling. Aching. It is tuned too tight, it is breaking… and then it broke!
‘Encanis strained against the chains that held him to the wheel, and it seemed that he would strain until his muscles tore themselves from bone and sinew both.
There was a a sharp sound like a bell breaking and the demon’s arm jerked free of the wheel. Links glowing red from the heat of the fire, flew upwards to land smoking at the feet of those who stood above. The only sound was the sudden, wild laughter of Encanis like broken glass.’
The Same Place as Laughter
Lanre came bursting out of the fiery hell and you just knew that everything was going to be alright, this was the moment of release and it was heralded by wild laughter and laughter comes from the same place as the lethani. Laughter is a good sign confirming that this was correct action. The name of this wheel is terrible and none could speak it’s name and any lies will make it ring like a bell, but the sound of the bell rang broken, broken by the true strength of Lanre.
If he hadn’t have been successful then the demon days could never have ended, Encanis would always be a threat whilst he could reincarnate, but the truth will set you free as they say and so it was that the binding that lay at the heart of the enemy’s power, the physical link to Lanre which gave him an anchor to life in the mortal realm has finally been broken by the truth of Lanre’s desire to free his native land from the Daemonic threat. The power of love. The darkness can now be banished permanantly but it was necessary for Lanre to first cross the path and to step back into the light leaving the demon adrift in the darkness. And so it came to pass that the wheel of time turned, the coin has now flipped again, and the record is playing once more but the needle is now on the other side and Aleph can now step into the ring like a tag team wrestler, and finish off the remaining demonic Cthaehform once and for all, banishing it somewhere it can do no more harm by the power of God’s own true name.
‘Begone, trouble me no longer. I will set fire to your blood and fill you with a fear like ice and iron. Leave this place clean of your foul presence, By the power of my name I command it so to be.’
This is where the tin foil really kicks in. Helmets on! Here be Dragons!
Atur is pretty much the centre of the four corners of civilization. Master Cartographers new map dictates that this is more than just a coincidence. God fought the Devil at Atur and this is also where the Iron Wheel was forged. The Cthaeh was bound to this wheel by the names of all things, Everything has two sides, a light side and a dark sided where the longname of the lightside actively grips the longname of the darkside with all the power of the universe. Since we are using iron as our base then the attraction is comparable to that of Loden stone… only at a perfect level. Aleph’s alar as strong as light, as strong as moonlight in fact. Don’t ask how yet, that’s not important today, we are working backwards in time out here and haven’t got there yet. Patience! Aleph is holding the cthaeh locked in one position for as long as the light will shine upon him. Aleph can hold his alar unceasing and infinitely never allowing the cthaeh escape back into its own darkness. This is the Fae in action as it is designed to be, a prison to contain the Cthae’s dark power.
On our LP record scenario, both of the aleu posess powers represented by the two labels, side one and side two, one is black with white letters and the other is white with black letters. The spindle is the stuff of life itself, the tree of all knowledge, Old Holly, the body of the creator. His roots are in the mortal earth and his head is in the faen sky, and he illuminates both worlds. The demons in the outer dark cannot exist in light, and one part of them is now trapped within the eternal light of gods own tree. The round iron wheel of Atur reflects the round treeless Sithean killing ground in Fae.
And the hole in the record is the gap where the light gets in.
Everything is now altered, the sky has changed and the land is broken. A new Era can now begin again but nothing’s name can ever be shaped anymore because one part of the necessary ingredients is now missing. No More Shaping By Order Of Aleph. There is a spot of light in the world of the dark and so there is also a spot of dark in the world of the light, a mote in God’s eye, the dot in the symbol for Yin and Yang. The name of infinity itself has been taken from the names of the ruach. The broken pieces of the key are on one side of the door and the keyhole is on the other. The whole universe is thus locked and at the same time, lockless.
which nicely rounds off our parallel universes rather nicely. Valaritas.