Gardens!

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"...And of trees, of course I have the doum palm, which is dear to me, and the date and the dellach palms; the persea and the fig-sycamore; the almond and the carob; the acacia and the pomegranate. You will not see the ished-tree itself, for that is not kept in my little garden. But I think you will like what you do see, it is shady and quiet..."

As they step from the Milliways library through the door to Djehuty's mansion, he absent-mindedly takes his more usual form. On the other side lies a stone-floored hallway, warm and dry. A baboon greets them with a reverent gesture and begins to make a report to Djehuty--and of course there's no Milliways to translate. But after Djehuty nods to the baboon and makes a brief reply, he switches to French. He's made a quick study.

"This is my home--welcome, Jehan Prouvaire, Beloved of Bast. We are still in the afterlife, in the Duat, and there are many dead here, many gods and many fearsome things, but no one will disturb us in the garden but my ibises."

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[venerable_ibis]

"Oh, an offering for any reason is welcome! It is always kind. But here, I am speaking of offerings, while my guest goes hungry and thirsty. What may I give you? Wine? Fruit? Bread?"

Governments more complex than that of Egypt! It's such a tempting subject. "To whom do the minority have recourse? Priests and gods? Or to the good nature of the majority?"

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Jehan turns purple from sheer delight. Being offered food and drink in the garden of an Egyptian god sounds like something from a myth or legend.

Possibly it will end with Jehan being unable to leave the garden because he's eaten food from it. Jehan finds this idea morbidly thrilling. "Wine would be lovely, thank you," he murmurs.

"They may seek help from priests and gods, yes!" Though they don't often, from what Jehan has read. It's somewhat disappointing, but rites for gods or spirits or saints seem somewhat unusual in France and similar countries. Jehan thoroughly approves of a secular government--in fact, he died fighting for one--and the liberties that attend such a government. But he wishes more people would freely light candles and do midnight rites by the fire and commune with spirits. He knows some do, and that's a comfort. "And also from the good nature of the majority. There are also some laws protecting minorities that can't be changed without a long and complicated process requiring the consent of more than a majority of the people and the officials, so that the minorities aren't dependent on the political whims of the immediate moment."

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Oh dear--is that a usual color for him? Well, he seems to be all right.

"Ah, more than a majority? Some high percentage, greater than simply the half? --I am very interested in your laws. They are written? They are publicly known to all?"

As he speaks, a baboon arrives carrying a tray--fruit, triangular loaves of bread, little cooked fishes--and another with him carrying a jug of wine and two glasses. They set them up discreetly by a long low seat, wide enough for two.

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(Yes, Djehuty, that's a usual color for him.)

"Yes. Well, for instance--France has a Constitution. A, a sort of document of the most basic rules of justice that govern the country. And if a law is passed, the Constitutional Council--they are judges--may strike it down as violating the Constitution. And to amend the Constitution, the National Assembly and the Senate must first approve the proposed change. After that, the change must either be approved by a vote by the majority of the people, or else a vote by three-fifths of both the National Assembly and the Senate. There are several procedural hurdles before any of this can happen. And yes--the laws are publicly written, known to all, so all may have notice of what is and isn't illegal." He pauses. "In your Egypt, then, are the laws secret?"

Jehan looks with utter glee at the baboon carrying the tray, but waits for Djehuty before sitting down.

(A baboon. Even more exciting than rats!)

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The ibis and the baboon are both sacred to Djehuty; while the ibis may secretly be dearer to his heart, the baboon has many advantages, such as hands.

Djehuty sits, and takes a goblet, and gestures to Jehan. "Please, be comfortable, help yourself, let us be informal here! You will tell me if you need anything else? These figs are from my own garden here." He begins himself, dipping his long beak into the goblet and then tilting back his head to swallow.

"Ah. --No, our laws are not secret. But it is difficult to make a new decree made known throughout the land, as far as the serf in his field; most of our law comes from long custom and the precedent of past cases. It is adequate, you know, when it comes to the things everyone knows to be wrong. Theft, violence, open sacrilege or treason. It is adequate," he repeats, sounding a bit discontented. "But I like this idea of a Constitution. For clearly there are some laws with more weight than others. And clearly it is right that every person should know the law."

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Jehan sits, and takes a sip from the goblet. The beverage is unidentifiable but delicious. Palm wine, maybe? Jehan doesn't know if the Egyptians drank palm wine. He is making things up.

He nods as Djehuty talks of the difficulty in making new decrees known. "Yes, it can be difficult to make a new law known--but, you see, it's possible in future times. And, as you say, it's right. I believe in my time communication over long distances is easier than in yours. We have newspapers. I don't know if you do? News written down on paper, as the word implies, and sent to many people who wish to be informed." Sometimes even accurate news!

"Later on, with computers, it'll be even easier!" Jehan gets excited here. "There's something called telecommunications. Have you read of it? Instant communication, where someone speaks into a device, or types words at a computer, and someone else on a different device can immediately hear or read it."

Jehan takes a fig, which interrupts his enthusiastic ramble about the wonders of telecommunications.

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Sadly it is not palm wine. If Djehuty had known Jehan wanted to try some--! But this is grape wine, from some ancient strain of grapes, something doubtless long gone from the world by the time of Prouvaire's birth.

"News papers! News papers, I have read of them in that marvelous library, and wondered. That so many people should be able to read; that so many copies should be produced at once. The printing press. Is it--have you seen one yourself? A printing press? You must have grown up with books around you from your childhood--and then there will be the people growing up with these computers around them from their childhood. I am fascinated."

He picks up one of the little fish with his fingertips and swallows it. Beakily.

[vive_lavenir]

Jehan also tries a little fish. They're somewhat salty and have a strong taste, but Jehan likes it. Also, Djehuty's beaky swallowing is endearing.

"Yes, I've seen one! I've used printing presses myself. I helped run two different newspapers, but what I used was very primitive compared to to the computers of the future. And I was fortunate enough to grow up with books around me, though my aim--all my friends' aim--was for a world where one didn't need to be fortunate to find books."

He pauses. "In your Egypt, then, is written material rare?"

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"Oh, I would not say rare! If you had asked me before I saw Milliways, I would have said that we are the best-lettered people of the world. But then, I am a scribe, you know, and I have especially to do with scribes. Away from that life, I think perhaps you would find my land lacking compared to your own."

It's...an admission. But Djehuty is more excited than daunted by it. "I would like very much to hear about your aims, your friends' aims. Books, as well as representative government?"

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Jehan almost laughs. "Yes, books as well as representative government! Books more so, if you ask some of us. Like Combeferre. You met him. When he was being a pterosaur. But you can see how they're intertwined--to have a voice in the government, one must know something of it. So we wanted universal and compulsory education, instruction in the arts and sciences...knowledge free as air."

Jehan sounds wistful by the end of his little speech. So much of this has been achieved--and so much hasn't.

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"Yes, Combeferre! He was a...pterosaur, you say? You were a phoenix, that was quite clear. Did you like it?" Djehuty can't imagine not liking it--what a lovely thing it is to fly and to see the world from the sky.

It's harder, in some ways, to imagine a world where everyone has access to the written world, where it's so common that anyone could read about anything. Knowledge free as air! Djehuty sips his wine and thinks it over. "You know, I am charged with keeping secret knowledge. Knowledge has such a heavy value, when it is hard to find. Tell me how it is, with such free knowledge? Free as air! Humans flying through a world of information."

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Jehan considers how to answer carefully. "Milliways is the closest thing to a world with free knowledge that I've lived in. With its Library, information is vaster and freer than even in the future, as far as I've read of it. One can learn of anything there, at no cost to oneself. And--the value of information isn't degraded there, for the value of information doesn't depend on keeping it from others." He smiles. "Combeferre would tell you it increases in value the more widely it's shared. For myself, I find knowledge, like art, to have worth in itself, without regard to who else knows it."

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"I must think about this. Certainly it was my purpose in writing the first word: that it should be a gift to men, that they should use it, teach it, expand upon it. Did you know that they have developed their own ways of writing, too, not only the figures I gave them! It is lovely to see how fast the scribes write in their own script, though the words have less power..."

The tension between secrecy and education is something Djehuty feels within himself, though has never quite formulated words like privilege and academia and accessibility. He pauses and pours himself more wine, and offers to refill Prouvaire's cup as well. "But do you love your knowledge, when it is easy to find? I know that I love a calculation better when it has taken me long efforts; it is a delight to discover a great mystery. Do people so far in the future have no secrets to learn?"

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"I know shamefully little about Egyptian writing--but yes, I did know they had their own script. Do your figures have special power, then?"

Jehan happily accepts more wine, and takes a long sip before answering. "I love knowledge if it is beautiful, or if it's sublime, or if it helps me see the world better, or if it inspires me to create something--or if it's useful. Combeferre would likely say he loves all knowledge that makes him more curious about the world, that raises more questions he can investigate. But--there is still so much knowledge that's difficult to find! Even with free education. In the future, certainly, and even in Milliways. There are things no man has discovered. And even if someone has discovered it, and written it down somewhere, finding it can be hard, intense, thrilling work. Even if it's in the Library, and there are no barriers of class or education--one must still find it. And then, harder still, one must comprehend it. To understand a piece of knowledge, to see how it fits into a larger whole, to see how it affects your view of the world--isn't that a delight in itself? Do you not find it so? I do, and it's even greater when I can make something of it."

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"Well, the manner of writing affects the power of the words, you know." Djehuty means it in a rather more literal sense than people usually do, but doesn't think to clarify.

He takes a long sip as well, while Jehan talks. "Oh, yes! Yes, indeed, that is a delightful thing, a beautiful thing, to find some piece of understanding that settles in harmony with the whole--perhaps that settles the whole into harmony. Oh, yes. I am so glad to hear that that feeling will persist."

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"Oh? Do you mean--your figures evoke more powerful feelings than other scripts do, or--?" Jehan has a delightful suspicion Djehuty may be speaking of actual magic.

"Yes, exactly! Into harmony--or perhaps, into raw and joyous chaos, from which something new may be born." Jehan says this despite knowing Djehuty likely won't share his joy in some forms of chaos. But...it needs saying. For Jehan it does, anyway.

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"Oh--well, you know, a figure of a lion, or a serpent, it always has power, even when it is part of a word." Djehuty keeps meeting people whose notion of magic and power is profoundly different from his. It's interesting, very interesting! But opens so many unexpected misunderstandings.

Like... "Joyous chaos." He sounds politely doubtful.

((Oh FUCKdammit I'm so sorry, I really really didn't mean to drop this thread, my notification got lost in other RP emails because I suck. Guh, I'm sorry.))

[vive_lavenir]

"What sort of power do you mean? Do you mean--to call upon a god, perhaps?" Jehan is extremely confused and probably misunderstanding Djehuty completely, but he's also very intrigued.

"The sort of chaos that allows for commonly accepted falsehoods and ignorance to be challenged, for shackles to be broken, for truths to be discovered and brought to light." Jehan speaks lightly, but there's an underlying Romantic fervor there. It's probably highly noticeable.

oh, no worries! :D We can totally let it drop if you think it's gone on too long though.

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"Yes," he says quietly, but amused, "that is one thing a person can do, call on a god. We can be obliged to hear, but I can say for myself that I always like to hear from people." It's not exactly what Jehan was asking, but perhaps he should know?

"Hm, hm. I am familiar with this chaos--in its metaphysical form, if not its worldly form, I am familiar with this chaos. I know its necessity. But I am unable to love it. Perhaps you can tell me what form this chaos takes for you, and how it is that you love it?" He's serious: Djehuty is by nature unable to take pleasure in chaos of any sort, but he would like to understand what it means to Jehan.

Leaning over to pick up a piece of fruit, he laughs softly. "Oh, and Jehan, this will please you, now that you have been a phoenix yourself. There is one story that the benu bird, our Egyptian phoenix, was the first creature to appear in the world, the first to emerge from the chaos before creation. In one text he says, I am the phoenix, first creature to appear on the primordial hill that rose from Nun’s chaos. I look back over all that was, I recall each detail."

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Jehan nods as Djehuty talks about liking to hear from people. He does want to know these things!

He considers Djehuty's question carefully. "For me, chaos is the moment before creation. Ideas and feelings clash like stormclouds in the sky, and there is thunder and lightning and noise, and sometimes, indeed, destruction. But--then there is rain, and new life. It's like that when I write anything, like a poem. Before I begin writing, there's nothing but a swirling darkness. And I experience all I can of that darkness. And somehow, because I know it, I can create something out of it." Jehan gives a sudden shy laugh, and blushes. "Forgive me, I can't explain it better than that."

To give himself something to do with his suddenly awkward hands, he takes another fig. "It's like the primordial hill in your story, I suppose--things arise from the chaos. The text you speak of sounds...rich, with many layered meanings, even in those few lines." Jehan is, predictably, enchanted. "I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with the benu bird. Is it a magical bird, or is it part of ordinary nature, or do you make that distinction at all?"

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"Ah." Djehuty is nodding, thinking he understands somewhat. "Yes--yes, that is one thing I mean when I say chaos. And from it everything is born. Without that chaos there would never have been...any thing." He touches his fingertips to the amulet on his chest, the feather of Ma'at. "I am unable to love it," he says again, "it is not my nature to love it. But I feel its place in my cosmos. You are someone who wades in that chaos, I think, lives in its margin, if it can be said to have a margin. --But perhaps I mistake you? I do not mean to pronounce on your nature, it is not my place."

He would hate to change anything about this delightful dead person, even by impressing his own words onto him. "As to the benu, it is like a water-bird, on long legs, but it is a manifestation of Re, of Osiris. I will draw you a picture, and then you will know if you see it."

Djehuty has a tablet with papyrus in his hand, and a reed pen, and makes a quick precise sketch of a sort of heron-looking bird.

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Jehan's brow furrows. "No, no. I think you may be right--except, perhaps, you're being too kind. I do enter that chaos, since I try to create, but I believe only the greatest artists and visionaries can live in its margins. I believe I see, a little, why you can't love it. Your garden has such a beautiful serenity, the opposite of any turbulence." Jehan takes a deep breath. "I do love it here," he adds, and then blushes. Even death hasn't cured him of the blushing, it seems.

"Oh!" Jehan says, as he looks at the drawing. It's remarkably elegant, but why would he be surprised at that? "I've never seen such a bird. It's not unlike the form I took during Cubefall, though there are differences...so all such birds are the manifestation of Osiris, then?"

Jehan isn't sure what Egyptian ideas on this are. But Djehuty is no doubt the best person to ask, about both gods and birds.

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"You are a very welcome guest," Djehuty answers quietly. "I am glad that you like my garden. --Ah, no, there is only one benu. But we have also birds somewhat like it, herons and wagtails, bitterns, egrets. Of course you know my ibis..."

Djehuty is more than capable of nattering on sociably about birds and gardens, and it is a pleasant time and place for just that, while other thoughts settle themselves.