J.C. Comeau, Final Blogging Assignment (Till We Have Faces and the Courtroom of the gods)

Orual, your journey in this life has not gone unnoticed.  Although I may be small in importance compared to others here in your presence, I am well versed in your history, for the rulers of these nations has been my primary concern.  But Orual, you have come here to lay a claim against us, those who preside over you; you are infuriated with the gods of this place, of this world.  You would say that it is we who have taken something precious from you, we who have brought harm to your sister.  But Orual, look back at your life; as a child, as a young woman, you were surrounded by blessings, blessings that we provided for you.  Your sister loved you, the fox taught you, and you could not have had a more devoted general in your service.  Like each of us, you were born needing others, a gift in and of itself.  But you grew jealous; Orual, why could you not see past your need to their own?  If only you could have seen the need for your sister to find love, for your general to be with his family, you could have served them as they once served you.  You could have taken part in their joy, but you soured what could have been.  Do you not remember the story of Pysche, the Goddess?  Do you not see how it has played out in your own life?  You are the jealous one, Orual, the sister who could not delight and take part in the happiness of others.  The tasks and punishment that Psyche bore in the great myth, you have borne to have an audience with us.

But Orual, only your love for your sister, your true love for her, could have brought you here.  You cannot redeem the wrong that was done, but you can let us restore what we may.  You need only ask, Orual, and we can restore both you and your sister, you need only ask, and it will be forgiven.