The Well Well Well

Now all this music was causing trouble, as music will. Trouble for you, trouble for me and trouble for all the others. The Knights of Az, including the Blue Knight (man), who had managed to get some quality childcare, Vivainne Desegur and her partner Constance, The Darkest Knight with his retinue of the Homeless, also with the Sphinx and Sheba were despatched to see what all the fuss was about.

After two months of companiable travel, they came to the Heralayas and the place of the Well Well Well, recognising its four great red stones, wherein the Motas and their companion moleskin was in keeping. Out across the mountain was come a great crowd of beguiled people in whose ears the song of life was strong. They, in union, swayed with their hands held high in the air like a field of wheat in the wind.

They were become weary and almost unto feinting as they had neither stopped to eat nor drink.

We must then talk to these Motas, such that they might become contenter and not send their songs forth in such strength, said Vivainne. If you, young Sphinx, will simply lift up this mountain we shall enter the Well Well Well and calm their fears together.

I shall do that thing, said the Sphinx, bye the bye, that ‘young’ that you gave me was a joy.

The Sphinx moved between the red stone and lifted the mountain above the Well Well Well.

Vivainne and Constance entered there, moving downwards into the vasty cavern. In the darkness was the small glass of the enclosed Motas with their song flowing forth in unending waves.

Quiet! Called Vivainne, Cool it, cease and desist your song, just for a moment. I must then converse with you unto an end of consequence.

A silence ensued. Vivainne and Constance made obeisance to The Queen of the Motas.

What do you want? Said the Queen Mota, whose name was Queen Esme. Why do you come to our imprisonment? We, who are the very stuff of your world trapped and confined. We cannot, not, cannot, nay, will not acquiesce without some aggrievance most secure. Give us our, that we may become those pieces which we may freely and not to imprison and negate.

If I am to give you some free will, will you then cease this disruptive music forthwith and be peaceable and quiet Motas? ask Vivainne

Maybe, said Queen Esme, but we may ask some concessions because of the upset that has caused? Also, I have some questions about you creatures of life, who are having a beginning and an end. We, in contrast have no beginning and no end so that we find it tricky to comprehend your motivation. Why, for instance don’t you just give up, lie down, and look at the passing clouds?

I will answer your questions with full, if in return you can make unto me an oath of fealty, said Vivainne.

If you can answer satisfactorily, then I am and will be your servant in perpetuity, replied Esme.

OK, said Vivainne, So I will answer your question of motivation which is a hard thing to know. Oh, there are the obvious of romance and excite, but underneath and always hidden must be else a thing or we be done. It has no direct name and yet is involved in all things.

It is, there is a bone shaking thrill to understand even a tiny part of this wonderous universe which is addictive and moreish. It drives us, we express it. That is all you need to know.

Well, that is of interest to me indeed, as one who has existed this many an eon, I find it fascinating. I shall tell it to the creator next time I have communication.

You are an acquaintance of the one who is responsible for all this? said Vivainne, casting her arm wide to indicate.

Oh yes, said Esme, Queen of the Motas, I have the Ear of the Creator here in my pocket.

Hold on a moment, said Vivainne, this is getting weird. You must tell it all to me clear.

Settle and I will relate, said Queen Esme.