Humakt and Malia
to the myth
We are told:
"Pranjala is the mistress of defeating illness, whether it
attacks body, soul or mind, and regardless of its Otherworld origin.
When Malia became evil, a part of her revolted and pulled itself
free. The evil portion tried to infect her twin with every known
and unknown disease. Pranjala underwent the Hundred Trials, facing
each disease in turn and defeating it. She could not heal Malia,
for doing so would have destroyed her. Pranjala was the power of
healing, not harming, and so she sought refuge instead with Chalana
Arroy." From this I have assumed that Humakt and Chalana Arroy
aided in the birth of Pranjala. Given that Humakt is is described
as the great separator, he who separates good from bad in Storm
Tribe page 90, it made sense that he was the one behind the separation
of Malia into two different entities, one good and one bad. Given
that he had separated his ties to his own kin when Orlanth stole
from him, it made sense that he felt sympathy for Pranjala, but
that his duty as Death and
Honor often prevents him from acting to help her. With this background
I have created one story of one of the Hundred Trials that Pranjala
underwent. Malias way of talking by saying the same thing twice
but with different words is taken from the Finnish national epic
Kalevala. Visually I have always pictured Malia's court like the
eerie court of queen Beryl (I am not sure that is her name, but
those who have seen the show know what I am talking about) in Sailor
Moon minus the four uniformed generals. "He opened his mouth,
spoke and said" is a recurring formula in Gilgamesh-epic.
82nd victory: Melancholy
no one who will take up this challenge? Have I no servant who can
undertake this task?" the mistress of disease said, but her
halls echoed emptily now that Pranjala, her good twin sister had
defeated most of her servants. The spirits that were still there
recoiled in horror at the thought of being chosen for this task.
Malia shuddered because she knew that Pranjala was now a strong
healer and she had got stronger with the defeat of each of the eighty-one
sicknesses that Malia had sent at her. Malia fear that Pranjala
would cure her and thus would Malia perish. She did not realise
that Pranjala would never do that because evil can never understand
the ways of goodness.
A spirit materialised
before her and said: "Mistress, I request to be sent against
Pranjala" Malia opened her mouth, spoke and said: "I know
you. To me, you are no nameless stranger. You are Melancholy, younger
brother of Sorrow who was the thirty-nineth disease defeated by
Pranjala. How could you hope to succeed where you elder brother
has failed? How could you expect to prevail against the vanquisher
of your of your mother's oldest son?"
The spirit opened
its mouth, spoke and said: "Precisely because she has defeated
my brother. When the great sadness by losing a dear one came over
her, he told her everything was meaningless and that there was no
purpose in being born. However she retorted by saying: 'If I were
not born I would never have met my loved one. Our meeting was not
meaningless and that is why I grieve.' Sorrow found that he had
been tied into a knot and so he was defeated. On me, that will not
work because I am Sorrow Without Cause, Grief Without Loss. Pranjala
cannot uproot me without dying because my root is within her own
heart.". Malia opened her mouth, spoke and said: "As you
have spoken, so let it be. What you have requested, you shall have."
over Pranjala and he told her his first name and the name was Burden
of a Heavy Heart. So a great weariness came over Pranjala, but she
was not afraid, she had seen that before and she had defeated it.
Melancholy revealed its second name to Pranjala and the name was
Nojoy Greysight. So everything seemed grey, dull and joyless to
Pranjala, but she was not afraid, she had seen that before and she
had defeated it. Melancholy told her his third name and the name
was Meaningless the Void. Everything seemed meaningless to Pranjala
but she was not afraid she had, seen that before and she had defeated
it. She tried to tie Melancholy into a knot like she had done to
Sorrow, but Melancholy told her: "I am not grief for something
you have lost. I am Sorrow without Cause, I am Grief without loss.
You cannot uproot me without dying, because my root is within your
own heart." Pranjala's heart was immensely heavy with the roots
of Melancholy and Pranjala no longer cared for what happened to
her body and she longed for death.
heard her longing and he came before her. Melancholy spoke to grim
Humakt through the mouth of Pranjala: "When I grasped for you
and gave you Nojoy Greysight, you accepted it, because it was the
truth. But when I showed you Meaningless and he told you that everything
was without meaning and purpose, you said that in that case you
were born free to scribble your own pattern in this purposeless
world. And through great discipline and strength of purpose you
separated the honourable from the shameless, the strong from the
weak and the living from the dead. You became the great separator
and you had pattern where no pattern was before, had created meaning
there none was before and when you looked at what you had created
with pride, I no longer held sway over you. Such was your victory,
such was my defeat."
said grim Humakt. "When Malia was seduced by Chaos, part of
her rebelled, and the great separator saw that the good part of
Malia would lose, because everything that is halfway chaotic will
always end up being fully chaotic. Some chaos is all Chaos. Therefore
the great separator separated the good part of Malia and thus was
Pranjalas born. Humakt brought her to Chalana Arroy who healed the
wounded Pranjala, but she had no purpose in life and she longed
for her other half. Malia sent many great diseases into her body
and Pranjala forgot about her lack of purpose and defeated the diseases.
First she did so out of defiance, later she realised that she had
found a purpose in her life, to heal the evil of her sister. No
one has ever managed to find a purpose in existence, but it will
come to you when you do not look for it. Now, however, Pranjala's
purpose will come of nought. Eighty-one times victorious, it was
I who came the eighty-second time and she was defeated. This will
kill her and Humakt will be forced to take Pranjala who he himself
had rescued, and all Pranjalas previous victories will be meaningless.
This is a great defeat for grim Humakt and sweet vengeance for Melancholy."
be, if you succeed" grim Humakt said and he saw Grim Duty lying
at the feet of Pranjala in the shape of a mantle. He picked it up
and put it on because no one else is fit to wear it. Then he remembered
that many of Pranjalas cures were in harmful things, done with moderation
and precision, and he understood what he must do.
help her" Melancholy said right out in the air, because the
mantle of Grim Duty had made Humakt invisible to Melancholy as Chaos
and Evil can never understand the ways of honour.
I can harm her" grim Humakt replied and walked away. A death
spirit was sent from grim Humakt to the evil Thed, who is rape.
The death spirit spoke of the woman, helpless in the grip of Melancholy,
abandoned by her friends and no longer caring what happened to her.
Unspeakable lust rose within him and he soon found Pranjala. Evil
Thed said to her: "Your friends have abandoned you, but I will
stay with you for a while. The world seems grey to you and everything
you do seems pointless, but you do not seem grey to me and I will
do something to you that is not pointless to me. You no longer care
what happens to your body, but I will make something happen to your
body that I care for."
seized Pranjala and it throw out Melancholy and she shouted: "No"
and she resisted him fiercely. But evil Thed was rejoiced because
he much preferred it this way. He was not glad for very long however,
because Humakt stepped out from the shadows and smote Thed so he
she did care for what happened to her and Melancholy could not come
back to her. She embraced Humakt and her tears of relief and gratitude
wet the mantle of Grim Duty, making it somewhat softer. Being what
he was, what he had chosen to be, grim Humakt could not return her
affection, but he was glad he had it nonetheless.