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This, after a time, became the inspiration behind my characterisation of Faith in the FemaleHusband!verse.
It comes from Act 1, Scene 2 of William Shakespeare's The Tempest; best version of which; on screen at least; not seen a stage version as of yet, was that starring Helen Mirren.
Ariel's Song
Come unto these yellow sands,
And takes these hands :
Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd,
The wild waves whist,
Foot it fealty here and there ;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark!
Bow, wow,
The watch-dogs bark :
Bow, wow,
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting Chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
In an early image I have of the Faith in that 'verse, she is thinking of herself as “having come back to be Tara's faithful guard-dog”; though she takes over from another stalwart of Buffy fandom with apparent equanimity enough, and indeed comes to discover sides to her own self-identity that she never would have seen if she had not returned to the Slayer fold.
Though my muse has been very uncommunicative since February of last year I still very much hope that 2018 will not be my first barren year for more than a decade.
kerk hiraeth