You Also Shall Be Psyche

The Thunder had ceased, I think, the moment the still light came. There was great silence when the god spoke to me. And as there was no anger (what men call anger) in his face, so there was none in his voice. It was unmoved and sweet; like a bird singing on the branch above a hanged man.

“Now Psyche goes out in exile. Now she must hunger and thirst and tread hard roads. Those against whom I cannot fight must do their will upon her. You, woman, shall know yourself and your work. You also shall be Psyche.”

The voice and the light both ended together as if one knife had cut them short. Then, in the silence, I heard again the noise out of the weeping.

~CS Lewis, Till We Have Faces

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