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State of the Lands: Memorials

Thou art wise to consider such a synthesis, Solemn. There are worlds aplenty, but only a single nature.

-Final Judgement, The Eye of Kog

It struck me while driving, like many worthy thoughts do. And that meant of course that I was doomed to forget and recall it many times, each round trip getting closer to permanent remembrance. How do we commemorate those we know, who we admire and want to emulate? There are many kinds of memorial, of course, but the first I think of are those carved in stone, in a field of many others, each with a few brief

Hope Cemetery VT

words burdened to somehow say it all. And it’s not always stone– sometimes you see “In Memory Of” on a dark wooden pew or fading in and out with the credits of a movie. But it’s almost always brief, here in the Alleged Real World: even when the medium is intended to last forever, the words take just a flicker of time, as if they were only a spark to kindle on the fuel of our recollection.

The Lands of Hope have none of these, not really. Some few, the heroes, are echoed in living devotion bordering on worship. For the rest, either someone remembers you or they don’t.

There is a narrow category of exception, though; the Children of Hope DO indeed memorialize at times, in very much the way we do. There are plaques commemorating the Battle of Tor Perite, and the discovery of Liftos Gas, the liberation of the Giant-siege of Stathos, the first bridge across the River Sweeping. You see the pattern? Events, great deeds of Hope are usually severed from

Just lighten up on the gas pedal awhile.
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the persons who performed them. The Pious Warrior Yula won that battle and is duly mentioned in the inscription– hardly surprising, since he became Emperor of Argens as a result. The names of Able Patent and such are included on those others as well, toward the end. But not always, and never prominently. Succeeding generations of Hope are taught to attend to the act, not the actor.

But there’s another, tougher difference that needs mention here. One reason the Children of Hope do not dwell on the lives of those they erect plaques to celebrate is because in nearly every case, those lives are not yet over.

Hope does not memorialize the dead. At all.

To be honest, they don’t even much like thinking about death, because the Children of Hope haven’t had any guidance on what happens to them after they die. This is one of the chief reasons folks reject the Man in Grey: Solemn Judgement was not born in the Lands and since his father spent his last breath getting him there, Judgement is driven to find out whether death has a “sequel”.

Of course many of us share this need, and there is nothing at all wrong with marking the end of an earthly life. The Alleged Real World has an advantage in this, because many of us believe in a life after death. And also, we have a place, a natural spot set aside to create the memorial.

But in the Lands of Hope, loved ones are cremated, the ashes scattered. Only the Children of Despair put the bodies into the earth; the word kemetaria conjures horror, and the prospect of necromancy. When Feldspar explores Old Cryss in Fencing Reputation, he comes across a rare example of a surviving graveyard:

To my left in the nook of the next corner was a small area ringed with a low, two-foot fence of metal spikes; I caught only a glimpse of the irregular rows of stone markers within and turned my head away with a snap. I had heard the stories, but hoped like most children that this one wasn’t true. No such luck- they had really done it, those grand fools of long ago. So proud, so eager to show their spirit even in death, they had built a kemetaria, and allowed their bones to be put under the earth- an added challenge for their souls, to rise despite the odds and still attain heaven. Confident and sure, they had put their flesh into the ground, like the children of Despair. No wonder death had rained down on this place.

-Fencing Reputation

There may be other graveyards built by Hope, but very few (it was the passing fad of an Elvish nobility influenced in ways beyond their understanding by Despair). The colossal ancient kemetaria discovered by Solemn Judgement in The Eye of Kog was immediately destroyed by virtue of the miraculous lore he unearthed (quite literally) during his adventure there.

Point being, if you have no place to put the body, you tend to emphasize deeds during life instead of trying to summarize it at the end.

In the Lands, there are songs sung and stories told of great deeds, naturally; but not all of them are old or concerning folks who only lived long ago. Trekelny in Three Minutes to Midnight seems confident that there will be songs sung about his stupendous act of Stealth, and looks forward to hearing them himself. And yet, almost no person in the Lands knows what an epitaph is.

Here in the ARW, we’ve come to memorialize outside the graveyard, especially in places where people are likely to pass and see. Roadside memorials always make my heart drop, because I instantly know I’m looking at an unhappy ending. It’s a little like the graveyards have burst, and now spread among the living. But from what I see, the messages sometimes get longer, and are often uplifting or even hopeful. For those that are sad, I understand. It’s not usual to know a loved one has suddenly died and think “ah yes, they lived long enough”. No, it’s always too soon.

Stone Mountain Georgia, Confederate Generals a hundred feet high: Lee never wanted memorials to his war

One last thought comes to me, more triggering really but a difference that must be mentioned.

When the doer of a deed is alive to see the inscription, there’s a lot less monkeying around with their legacy.

But those long dead can have memorials erected that they did not aspire to, with messages twisted to suit a later generation. We are wrestling today with such a problem, trying to sift out the good from the bad like mixed grains of rice and wheat, and as a result some memorials will come down. If driven by justice, that will be good.

Better still, if we remember the virtue as well as the deed, as they do in the Lands. Let us tell the tale of each other’s glory, sing songs and keep the flame of those we admire alive. Surely what happened in life is of more value than the loss we feel on its passing.

A somewhat more joyous remembrance
Hope Cemetery

 

 

State of the Lands: Gardens

It’s a whole world out there…

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Longwood Garden in Pennsylvania

Another new and likely irregular feature, I decided to issue occasional maunderings about the way the people of the Lands of Hope do things compared to here in the Alleged Real World. Because I’ve been looking at the place for a long time, that’s why, and because I can. I also happen to believe that nothing is truly unconnected; I know I’ve found pleasure in exploring the details of that world, and dare to think you will too.

Full disclosure on today’s subject: I hate gardening. I mean, a repelled and dismayed kind of hatred. My dad kept three garden plots around the house because that was his upbringing, but by then he was busy working elsewhere (a Master’s Degree will do that to you). And since gardens were outside the house, and boys did outdoor work… guess who. Hated with a passion, heated by teen-aged self-pity and heavily spiced with resentment.

Crowded, as always.
Crowded, as always.

And to this day, my lovely wife still gardens: yes, the yard is beautiful when she’s done and I like how it looks. But there are ten bags of cedar mulch and two of potting soil in the garage and I get depressed just thinking about it. She gets her brother to help her as much as she can.

Point- I am constantly looking at gardens and asking “why”.

And the people of the Alleged Real World definitely have an answer. Check these pictures I took yesterday from Longwood Gardens, about forty minutes’ drive north of us in Pennsylvania. Click on the photos to make them huge. {Seriously, do it once and then see if you can stop}

The bonsai are my favorite
The bonsai are my favorite

Not because I’m Ansel Adams, but because even a dope holding up his new tablet for the second time can get a decent shot of something gorgeous in a place like this. Everywhere you look, color and stunning arrangement, garden plots with themes, acres of fountains and stonework and blossoms. Next month, they’ll change it all out for something else. People come by the busload from all over the world to see Longwood– I turned to my daughter on the meadow path and said “I haven’t heard anyone speaking English in ten minutes”. But what does language matter? I’m pretty sure the words “ooh, ahh” are the same everywhere.

The people of the Lands of Hope don’t garden. Hardly any, hardly at all.

The Beauty You Find

To be specific, the next non-noble ranked person there I see who has any kind of designed cultivated plot will be the first. People of the Lands grow food, and when the time comes they eat it. Even the noble classes of the northern kingdoms have never assimilated the idea of moving, selecting, caring for and enjoying the

Who does all this- INSIDE?
Who does all this- INSIDE?

visual display of plants. You know those cute cottages where the weaver’s wife keeps geraniums by the window? None. The town square with its lovely rose bushes? Not here. By which I mean, Conar, Shilar and the other kingdoms of Men north of the Great Cleft.

In Mendel, where the Elven nobility have not just the wealth but also the centuries to appreciate beauty, you sometimes find that a flowering bush on a knight’s estate has been well cared for, perhaps weeds kept away. I have seen carpenters working with a surgeon, to puzzle through the way to splint a cracked branch on an ancient bole. But it LW8was always appreciation expressed for a plant the Children of Hope found growing there. Turning a roadway to curve around a five-hundred year oak is not gardening. And those nobles who like to keep the grass around their houses cut short? It goes to feed the livestock.

Beauty in Nature

This absence of gardening derives from the deep, orthodox respect of the northern kingdoms for the words of one of their lesser-known heroes, Helmon.

20-foot ceilings
20-foot ceilings, a desert indoors

The World-Wanderer walked to every corner of the Lands, according to legend, and had unparalleled communion with beasts and knowledge of the powers and uses of plants. Helmon has few chapels and does not figure loudly in the tales of old, but his influence was vast as seen here. The Children of Hope strongly believe that nature, without the curse of Despair which bent and wrecked it, is a force for Hope (it’s innately good, if you prefer). In a little-known disputation between Helmon, Mickhel and some of the other heroes, he first laid down the dictum that the natural world is not improved by the hand of humans. In other words, a flower found is much more beautiful than one planted. Unlike the ARW, there has been no dominion granted over the earth (though some of the heroes politely disagreed, and life today involves compromise). The willingness to delve and burn on a large scale is a chief sign of Despair. Hopeful kingdoms avoid what we would call industry.

Treaman, one of the heroes of Judgement’s Tale and in The Plane of Dreams, is a follower of Helmon as most Woodsmen are. He discovers what appears to be a garden of extraordinary beauty in the upcoming novel The Eye of Kog. Lost in the wrack of the cursed Percentalion he comes upon a fabled Glade of Wonder, and is able to commune in that place to achieve a miracle, one which helps to rescue him from despair at a crucial point in the tale.

Tower of Jewels
Called Tower of Jewels…

Gardens in Argens

In the chaotic Southern Empire, admittedly, there are noble gardens. A few. And again, it’s mainly Elves who design and tend them. Expressions of deep thought, usually reinforcing the standing of the ancestral line or perhaps to serve some

... because this
… because this

holy purpose. The Stealthic Feldspar moves through temple gardens in Fencing Reputation and has some understanding of the uses of scent and color to enhance the effect that the Stargazer sect has on its followers. In the upcoming novel The Test of Fire, Qerlak’s neighbor and enemy Pritaelseran keeps a magnificent garden, like other aspects of his foef a great luxury that some even among his overlords cannot boast of. He would not feel at all out of place at Longwood. In fact, he wouldn’t even feel jealous: I’m sure he would be disgusted that so many people were here…

These look like Argensian star-flowers, that bloom only at night.
These look like Argensian star-flowers, that bloom only at night.

And the enchantment of a place like Longwood takes my thoughts to the Lands in other ways. There are marvelous flowers there– some with magical properties– but the ARW also has wonders, such that I can’t say for sure the Lands has anything like them. Many common flora and fauna are the same– dogs, wheat, apples, crows– and that always makes me wonder whether there is a stronger, even historical connection. After all, Solemn Judgement DOES seem to come from somewhen in our world: the way he speaks of the nobles and war in Reunion of Souls is both familiar and embarrassing:

 “Surely, this is so in the lands you came from?” Alendic asked Judgement quickly, another thrust.
The youth returned his gaze and shook his head slowly. “Nay, the nobles of my former home were always much occupied.”

Spikey bark!? I haven't seen this in the Lands, but I'd expect to...
Spikey bark!? I haven’t seen this in the Lands, but I’d expect to…

“Were there kingdoms of Despair near to yours?” Natasha asked, and again Judgement shook his head. To Cedrith’s surprise, this confident and straightforward young man actually bit his lip.
After a pause, he said, “The nations… made war upon each other.”
“For Hope?” Alendic asked.
“For gain, usually,” Judgement returned matter-of-factly. “To expand this border against another, or to capture wealth in a port city or a mine.” His guests were shocked to silence, and Cedrith could see the youth struggling to maintain his composure, embarrassed to make such alien admissions in present company. “I had heard tell of battles fought to avenge a previous defeat, or in fulfillment of a debt. In some wise, the nobles fought… to keep in practice.”

-Reunion of Souls (Judgement’s Tale Volume 3)

Without more evidence I’ll never know for sure. If I watch for another thirty years, and I eventually see spiked bark and indoor deserts, what will it prove except maybe that humans are the same everywhere. Oh and BY THE WAY- why did Mr. DuPont set up Longwoods in the first place? Not gardening, he came to love that more and more over time. He bought the land there because a group of locals asked him to save the wonderful trees on the property, which would otherwise have been developed. So, who’s copying who, answer me that.

But it pleases me, in a selfish way, that so few Children of Hope had to pull weeds when they were kids. That, and gold and dragons, yeah not such a bad life over there.

Do the people of your worlds garden? Have you seen something here that really belongs over there? Would love to hear your feedback.