#attacked yet again

[originalripperwrites]

excuse me

NONE OF Y’ALL WAS GONNA TELL ME THAT IN THE NEXT SEASON OF MEDICI I GET ATTACKED YET AGAIN BY DANIEL SHARMAN???

OR BRADLEY JAMES???

NOBODY???

LIKE

LOOK AT THEM

ATTACKED I TELL YA ATTACKED

[witheringlows]

Page 19

So there Lockwood is, dreaming of sitting through an interminably long sermon by the famous Jabes Branderham on a large number of sins. And then, finally, he gets to the "First of the Seventy-First" which is basically the Unforgivable Sin and his immediate reaction is utterly unexpected!

I was moved to rise and denounce Jabez Branderham as the sinner of the sin that no Christian need pardon.

Yes, it does suddenly become spelled Jabez here, in the book.

Yes, it is spelled Jabes everywhere else.

Anyway! Lockwood basically says that Branderham has committed the unforgivable sin of preaching for entirely too damn long. He cries out for the other listeners to basically jump the preacher and beat him to non-existence. Nice.

There is a long pause, and then Jabes (yep he's Jabes again) declares that Lockwood is the one who has committed the unforgivable sin, although it is not at all stated what exactly this sin is. Unless it's accusing him of taking too long? I don't know. Dreams, man.

Anyway, as the preacher has far more clout than Lockwood, the congregation proceeds to rise up en masse.

With that concluding word, the whole assembly, exalting their pilgrim's staves,

Exalting! I love it! Not merely raising their staves, but exalting them!

rushed round me in a body; and I, having no weapon to raise in self-defence, commenced grappling with Joseph, my nearest and most ferocious assailant, for his.

There is so much violence in this book so far, it is amazing. First he gets attacked by dogs, then he gets jumped by dogs again, and then he dreams about being attacked by a whole swarm of religious folk. And we're not even on page twenty!

So the fighting goes on for a while and then Branderham starts banging on the pulpit and then LOCKWOOD AWAKES!

The sound which woke up, and which rendered in his dream as all the banging of staves, we now learn was some fir tree's cones banging against the window.

Isn't this the moor? I didn't think there were trees on the moors? Or at least very rarely and of a sort of shrubby variety, I don't know. NO MATTER.

Lockwood rolls over and falls back asleep, and begins to dream: "if possible, still more disagreeably than before."

This dream starts out just like reality for him, lying in the cabinet bed and listening to the wind and the fir-cones, but then he decides the sound is REALLY ANNOYING and gets up to do something about it...

ON THE NEXT PAGE!