The Bridge Over the River Why

They came, three knights, a fox, and a box of thoughts, to great ravine across which spanned a bridge most marvellous. Beneath the bridge ran a fine river with quick cold waters whose body could not be easily crossed. The knight Constance spoke, We shall cross the bridge now and come soon to the City.ContinueContinue reading “The Bridge Over the River Why”

Thin Ice

The Ice, a lake or wide river could not be counted, a sea of ice all covered to the sides. Ice made hard, wherein all manner of creatures made their homes. In it, on it and under it. Ice for all the time of memory, hard and true, now in this time of broken airs,ContinueContinue reading “Thin Ice”

The Not Clever Fox

Now, together through the wall, through the smoky dark, now the air, relief and commitment. Many distances to cover before they might come to the city, the City of Az, the Greener City. First appeared but an orchard, albeit an orchard as wide as the seas. The trees, lines of trees with boughs of fruitContinueContinue reading “The Not Clever Fox”

The Shadow Wall

The shadow that deceives watches. Some journey, dust, sound, they went, they traveled, it was not hot, it rained. They were together and yet in the rain fell shadows not is with the shining armour to rust, to decay, to stifle. There is a darkness that watches, a mind that sees. The darkness cloaks uponContinueContinue reading “The Shadow Wall”

The Three Gauntlets

No more dreams, no more visions, the Blue Knight sought travel to the castle that was the stronghold of the Guardians of the Cave there whence Vivainne Desegur and her beloved Constance kept their vigil for the world. He came that he might shew to them in speech that Shining City which he had seenContinueContinue reading “The Three Gauntlets”

The Silent Spring

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. Vivainne atContinueContinue reading “The Silent Spring”

The Tale of the Boy Who Broke the Stick

Not long ago in a small village not far from here, there occurred a long time of dryness or drought. The wind stopped blowing and not a single cloud crossed the sky above the parched fields. It felt as if the village were becalmed upon a baking plain. The sun seemed unconcerned and continued toContinueContinue reading “The Tale of the Boy Who Broke the Stick”

The Tale of the Unknowable Man

In a small town, not far from here, there lived an unremarkable man. He was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. His face was not handsome and then again, he was not ugly. He neither walked particularly fast nor unusually slow. When he spoke, his voice was so normal that it was difficultContinueContinue reading “The Tale of the Unknowable Man”