Here is the resolution to the cliffhanger. I hope y'all like it. As I
said, it might offend; for sure it will be controversial. Why? Because by
and large this chapter was taken directly from the Bible. All I ask is that
y'all give it a chance. I haven't seen anything that would more eloquently
communicate the despair Helga would feel at this point in her life. And to
my mind it's not that much of a stretch that she would find it. She likes
her Shakespeare, and the King James came out around the same time and
place. Don't worry; I'm not trying to proselytize you (Would you like me to
proselytize you? Is that what you're trying to say? Sorry, I just couldn't
resist).
Reviews Wow, such reviews! This story now has an average of 8 reviews per chapter; this is so cool!:
Thank you, Anoriel. Here's More, More, More (Andrea True Connection 1976), times four, as per your request.
jc, here's an update. Thank you.
Ms. Prongs, thanks, here it is, and I've explained why I think it might offend. I will not split up Arnold & Helga.
Here 'tis, Chien. Thanks.
I'm sorry, Starry Nights; I don't mean to be mean. But thanks for the compliment.
Thank you, Dramagirl310.
Also you, J.T. You have been proven right.
Ryoko-onee, here it is, thank you. And as for your previous review, you want Helga angst, you got Helga angst.
Poison Ivory, every time a fellow author such as yourself adds his or her compliments it overwhelms me yet again. Thank you. I'm not surprised you almost cried at that scene; I cried while writing it.
Roxynomekop, the same goes for you. I have admired your reviews for some time, and am honored that you've noticed this fic. I loved IMing with you.
Houkanno Yuuhou, a pleasure as always hearing from you, knowing your standing in the HA! community. I've decided to ignore what I know about Helga's birthday, for now. Maybe later I'll change my mind, I dunno. Yes, I love packing my stuff with references to the series and with irony. Yep, Arnold noticed, but he's still dense. Brainy and the others are bringing him along.
zali, thank you too. I've always thought Brainy could be very sympathetic if done right, which it seems I'm doing. Yeah, like I said I cried too.
Gohansangil, I also enjoyed IMing with you, and I thank you for your compliments.
Hey Arnold! is created, owned, & / or copyright by Craig Bartlett, Snee-Oosh, & / or Nickelodeon, which in turn is owned by Viacom.
And Helga opened the book, and she lifted up her voice, and said:
"Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night it was said, There is a woman child conceived.
Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
As that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.
Lo, let that night be solitary; let no joyful voice come therein.
Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
Why died I not from the womb? Did I give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
Why did the knees prevent me? Or why the breasts that I should suck?
For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
With kings and counselors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;
Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
There the wicked cease troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
The prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
The small and great are there; and the servant free from his master.
Wherefore is light given to her that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
Which long for death, but it not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
Which rejoice exceedingly, are glad, when they can find the grave?
To a woman whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came."
And she laid her head down, and almost wept. But before she did, a voice was heard. A very familiar, longed-for voice.
"Helga?"
Yeah, I know, another cliffhanger. I'll have to get the next part up right away. And I will, unless I bog down again, y'all authors know how it is. Please review, y'all. I'm Nftnat, on e-mail I'm nftnataol.com & on IM I'm Nftnat (hey, I got 2 IMs yesterday because of this). Thanks, y'all; stay tooned.
Reviews Wow, such reviews! This story now has an average of 8 reviews per chapter; this is so cool!:
Thank you, Anoriel. Here's More, More, More (Andrea True Connection 1976), times four, as per your request.
jc, here's an update. Thank you.
Ms. Prongs, thanks, here it is, and I've explained why I think it might offend. I will not split up Arnold & Helga.
Here 'tis, Chien. Thanks.
I'm sorry, Starry Nights; I don't mean to be mean. But thanks for the compliment.
Thank you, Dramagirl310.
Also you, J.T. You have been proven right.
Ryoko-onee, here it is, thank you. And as for your previous review, you want Helga angst, you got Helga angst.
Poison Ivory, every time a fellow author such as yourself adds his or her compliments it overwhelms me yet again. Thank you. I'm not surprised you almost cried at that scene; I cried while writing it.
Roxynomekop, the same goes for you. I have admired your reviews for some time, and am honored that you've noticed this fic. I loved IMing with you.
Houkanno Yuuhou, a pleasure as always hearing from you, knowing your standing in the HA! community. I've decided to ignore what I know about Helga's birthday, for now. Maybe later I'll change my mind, I dunno. Yes, I love packing my stuff with references to the series and with irony. Yep, Arnold noticed, but he's still dense. Brainy and the others are bringing him along.
zali, thank you too. I've always thought Brainy could be very sympathetic if done right, which it seems I'm doing. Yeah, like I said I cried too.
Gohansangil, I also enjoyed IMing with you, and I thank you for your compliments.
Hey Arnold! is created, owned, & / or copyright by Craig Bartlett, Snee-Oosh, & / or Nickelodeon, which in turn is owned by Viacom.
And Helga opened the book, and she lifted up her voice, and said:
"Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night it was said, There is a woman child conceived.
Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
As that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.
Lo, let that night be solitary; let no joyful voice come therein.
Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
Why died I not from the womb? Did I give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
Why did the knees prevent me? Or why the breasts that I should suck?
For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
With kings and counselors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;
Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
There the wicked cease troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
The prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
The small and great are there; and the servant free from his master.
Wherefore is light given to her that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
Which long for death, but it not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
Which rejoice exceedingly, are glad, when they can find the grave?
To a woman whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came."
And she laid her head down, and almost wept. But before she did, a voice was heard. A very familiar, longed-for voice.
"Helga?"
Yeah, I know, another cliffhanger. I'll have to get the next part up right away. And I will, unless I bog down again, y'all authors know how it is. Please review, y'all. I'm Nftnat, on e-mail I'm nftnataol.com & on IM I'm Nftnat (hey, I got 2 IMs yesterday because of this). Thanks, y'all; stay tooned.