BtVS: Bonfire Night (3/?)
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alixtiiTitle: Bonfire Night (3/?)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Dawn/Giles, Madelyn
Rating: PG
Summary/Notes: A family celebrates a British holiday and suffers an attack of British poetry. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
karabair. This fic involves Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men." You can find it here.
First part can be found here.
Second part can be found here.
Bath, England—November 5, 2019
Remember, remember the fifth of November, gunpowder, treason, and plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent to blow up the King and the Parliament.
“The four horsemen of the Apocalypse,” Giles explained. “War, Pestilence, Famine, and Death. The first horseman, as Madelyn said, rides upon a white horse. ‘And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.’ Revelation, chapter 6, verse 2. King James version.”
“Poetic,” Dawn replied, scanning the Tradescan Codex for anything that might help. “And here I thought the Eliot was depressing.”
“Do you have any bloody idea what it could mean?” Giles asks.
Dawn shrugged. “Christian eschatology isn’t exactly my strong suit.”
Giles paced back and forth. “Some interpret Revelations not as eschatology but as a description of the events of the first century Christian era. The first horsemen represents forces external to the Roman Empire, the Parthian archer.”
“I doubt she’s trying to give us a history lesson, Rupert.”
“Yes, quite right. Others interpret the passage metaphorically—”
“I don’t need a lesson in bloody Biblical hermeneutics!” Dawn and Giles just stood in stunned silence for a moment, as if the echoes of her shouting were still reverberating through the room. Then Dawn began to sob. “I can’t do it, Rupert. I can’t—”
Giles walked over slowly to his wife, took her in his arms. “Dawn, listen to me. We will fix this. We will find out what is happening to Madelyn, and we will stop it. I promise you.”
Dawn just continued to cry.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow:
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!
TBC. . . . here
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Dawn/Giles, Madelyn
Rating: PG
Summary/Notes: A family celebrates a British holiday and suffers an attack of British poetry. For
karabair. This fic involves Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men." You can find it here.First part can be found here.
Second part can be found here.
Bath, England—November 5, 2019
I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent to blow up the King and the Parliament.
“The four horsemen of the Apocalypse,” Giles explained. “War, Pestilence, Famine, and Death. The first horseman, as Madelyn said, rides upon a white horse. ‘And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.’ Revelation, chapter 6, verse 2. King James version.”
“Poetic,” Dawn replied, scanning the Tradescan Codex for anything that might help. “And here I thought the Eliot was depressing.”
“Do you have any bloody idea what it could mean?” Giles asks.
Dawn shrugged. “Christian eschatology isn’t exactly my strong suit.”
Giles paced back and forth. “Some interpret Revelations not as eschatology but as a description of the events of the first century Christian era. The first horsemen represents forces external to the Roman Empire, the Parthian archer.”
“I doubt she’s trying to give us a history lesson, Rupert.”
“Yes, quite right. Others interpret the passage metaphorically—”
“I don’t need a lesson in bloody Biblical hermeneutics!” Dawn and Giles just stood in stunned silence for a moment, as if the echoes of her shouting were still reverberating through the room. Then Dawn began to sob. “I can’t do it, Rupert. I can’t—”
Giles walked over slowly to his wife, took her in his arms. “Dawn, listen to me. We will fix this. We will find out what is happening to Madelyn, and we will stop it. I promise you.”
Dawn just continued to cry.
Poor old England to overthrow:
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!
TBC. . . . here
