Myth Take: C.S. Lewis’s ‘Till We Have Faces’

Sometimes the Questions We Pose Present the Answers We Seek

The aged queen has stewed in her resentment long enough. As she nears her death, she determines to vent her case against the gods. What can they do about it? “I am old now,” she says, “and have not much to fear. . . . I have no husband nor child, nor hardly a friend, through whom they can hurt me.”

That wasn’t always so. Orual, queen of Glome, once had h…