Water, fast and slow moving clear in the ground, from the ground, over the stones, no sound, no little voices, as it danced, no lapping or sighing, neither splashing nor dripping could be heard. Out from the simple rock it came like a magic spell without end always, always flowing silent and strong.
Now, a tree had fallen across it and collected all manner of old plant parts in its arms to hinder, to frustrate, to inconvenience, to unsettle, to disturb and cause the Silent Spring to spread from its course of ages and build a marsh, a mire of soft places in grass and small bushes all with feet in the water and its path was grown hazy and lazy and indistinct with little pools of water here and there. Everywhere you could see fingers flowing to find a way, a way round, to be strong once more and regain its bed of ages past.
Came Vivainne, Knight Exemplar and Guardian of the Cave bringing her beloved Constance there on a drag stretcher, Constance was still and unmoving and quiet in her enchantment or malady and she must be enlivened by the waters, but first the waters must be free to run, to flow in silent strength across the stone of its bed of ages past.
Vivainne took a rope that she had brought there and caused it to be tight about the wood of the fallen tree at its largest girth there on the ground in the swamp. The two horse she harnessed together so that they might pull the rope in harmony and soon when she spoke to them and leant her great strength to the rope also the horses moved away taking the fallen tree with its cargo of plants and broken wood that rested in its embrace, far out of the mire and up a small hill so that they hindered the spring no more.
The Waters made a great sigh and, gathering themselves from all the small and large places where they had been forced to reside, they shook themselves of all hindrance and went coursing on the stony river bed with great quickness that was not to be stopped, cleaning and clearing all the remaining small twigs and grasses that might have escaped the embrace of the fallen tree. No sound was heard, there was no sound, the power in the water was its silence, it was consummate strong in silence without sound. To show that strength is not a game or a trick, but must reside unseen in the heart of the matter, with consistent flow and enduring flow.
She saw the waters new way and took great calm and focus from it. Then came Vivainne down to the Silent Spring and took a small vial of clear crystal water from its heart. She made Constance to drink by opening her mouth and washed her face tenderly with great love. After some times or minutes Constance revived and sat still looking at Vivainne and they did renew their vows of love there by the Spring.
The Guardians of the Cave 