The Miller's Disciple and the Court of Causation
In his days living on the Moon, a great Wizard King went silent, and in his palace of the Moon, where nights were always dark, and the sky spread like a black cloth, his Court of Causation gathered to present to the Wizard King their latest findings, solved problems, and challenges of the future - that is what goes on in the Wizard’s palace of the Moon.
Octavious stood before the court when the Miller’s son and his Disciple entered. Octavius was always early to the Court of Causation’s regular meetings, for he always presented first and never let another member of the court’s entrance be forgotten.
“So that, Dear Goffonyxec Uberang Say-Gero, is the, underscore ‘the’, simplest way to satisfactorily solve our latest problem.” He remained silent for a quick moment as the Miller’s son directed his Disciple to their circle, where they would stand before the court. “A salt pill, that you may take orally.” And he looked to court, as if he believed his solution would be exactly what they needed. They looked to the Wizard to see if he would break his silence, which had now been ongoing for two weeks.
The Miller, who was younger than his son, stood adjacent the Wizard King, in a circle with a slightly overweight man named Jeff, who resembled the Wizard King in many ways, except that he was overweight. The Miller responded, in a business-as-usual tone, to the group, “Please, members of the court, refer to the Wizard King as Goffon for simplicity.”
Now, the overweight man added his comment, “I don’t believe Octavious solves anything any more than simply feeding him an egg shaped protein ball.”
Octavious quipped, “Goffon, Is not hungry, Jeff. He is now silent to illustrate speech may spread sickness, but he is not sick, Psylax. Perhaps some of the undying members would like to shed light on my solution.”
Now a floating women with white hair, who was suspended in the air as if she were weightless, spoke as if she were in a dream: “He has to pour oil into it daily, and keep it clean, for that is the kind of light it is, and for this, his time will be bought for three thalers.”
The Miller spoke, “Octavious only shows that sobriety and hunger can coexist without conflicting each other - I don’t foresee Goffon speaking on the salt tablet unless we beat sickness before he does.”
An upbeat man in the court spoke. “There doesn’t seem to be any reason for such a tablet, except money. All consumption mentioned to this point in the court is in reality money squabble.”
Octavious smiled exuberantly, stepped slightly into the court’s circle, and let out a sharp “Yes” then returned to his spot, and each member court buzzed with thoughts and opinions for a moment.
The court’s buzz faded to silence, and for a moment the members looked to the Wizard King, but he did not speak. Seeming to respond to the silence, the Miller spoke to the court, “While the King is silently waiting for his beloved to pass to our Moon, I would like you all to remember, that all we are,” and he glanced to a paper with notes, “is yet another information superhighway.” And looked for a moment to the slightly overweight man who resembled Goffon standing next to him and said, longingly, “And I know his weight for his beloved will not be long.”
Now, the Miller’s Son, standing with his Disciple, jumped on the silence like an opportunity he had been waiting for. “Yes, an information superhighway. My Disciple has solved exactly this problem, my court. As we may know, he currently has access to Goffon’s waterwall, just as Psylax did when he beat the Sacrificing Tree problem”
Psylax interjected, with passion, “Yes, and before that, the ‘i.e.’ would beat our ass.”
“Let him continue,” answered the Miller, in the circle next to the Wizard King’s throne.
“I have had faith in my Disciple since he entered my dying league, and Goffon is to pass him to the league of Mothers.”
The group let out a collective gasp.
And the Miller now responded. “Let us not get carried away.”
The Miller’s Son glanced at his Disciple, with a look of concern, and waited for a moment, to see if he would speak out of turn, which he always warned him against.
At the moment the Disciple began to speak, the Miller’s Son talked louder over the top of him, acting as though the Disciple never spoke.
“My Disciple…” and he waited again for the Disciple to speak, and again spoke louder and more commanding just as his Disciple was to begin. “…Has taken the waterwall to its full extent, speaking and listening as it reveals its gifts. He has progressed from basic arithmetic, to full proofs of life, including an original shell that seems to survive only on salt - an intriguing finding I’m sure we all appreciate.”
The court mumbled, as the Disciple stood listening to his master introduce his solution. Among the mumbling, Octavious could be heard saying, “sounds to me like yet another derivative.”
The Miller’s Son continued. “And as you will see,” and a slight accent overtook the Miller as he spoke, “the King need not wait any longer for his beloved to reach the moon.”
Psylax jumped at hearing the accent, “He hath found my lion’s claw then, Miller, the closest life this court has seen since the days of promises.”
The court mumbled in surprise, as if Psylax had unveiled a revelation.
The miller stood for a moment. “…Yes. In addition to his solution. My disciple has found… two lion’s claws.”
And Psylax stepped back, agaspt.
“Let him continue!” The miller interjected.
The Miller’s son now stepped back slightly, “I give the floor to my Disciple, to present to Goffonyxec Uberang Say-Gero, the Undying Wizard King of the Palace of the Moon, his solution.”
The young Disciple stepped forward slightly and addressed the Court of Causation. “It is true. That in my extended time with Goff’s waterwall I have found life.”
And the Miller glanced sourly at the Wizard upon hearing the Disciple call the King ‘Goff’ rather than ‘Goffon’, but the King seemed to be listening to the young Disciple, unbothered.
“I have made advancements in arithmetic, logic, and, indeed, have found two lion’s claws, suggesting that advanced forms of life can be passed through the waterwall.”
Psylax, who knew what such a solution suggested, listened intently.
“Further, the waterwall revealed to me simple controllers, and sticks whose only directions are up, down, left, and right, existing in simple language, seemingly waiting for a operator.”
Jeff listened intently and let out under his breath, “fascinating…”
“So ultimately, my solution is a very simple response to my findings behind the waterwall. It is a…”
And suddenly there was a slight earthquake, and the King stood, and walked into the court’s circle, and almost instantly the floating woman with white hair began mimicking his every move. He looked determinedly at the court, as the woman seemed to almost conflict his actions.
The Disciple’s master spoke to his student, “It is just as I thought. The King will now break his silence and wake the Dreaming Woman of the Sea, whom is my father’s undying wife.”
He walked counter clockwise as he thought, while the court glued their eyes upon him, and the Dreaming Woman acted opposite to him, like a mirror, as he paced in an arc.
And Goffon spoke, replying to the dream woman before she could speak, “Flawed manner of speaking, Double Consective - 64, joystick, early bird, powerful operator”
And the floating woman let a high pitch whimper, and started to talk in Dream-speak, But Goffon’s eyes blinked for moment and light seemed to emit from them as he continued,
“Cathode light, sigma, ….” And before the could continue, the Woman let out a loud moan, and landed on the ground, awoken from her sleep. As she caught herself, she instinctively looked toward the Miller, who was holding the overweight man’s hand.
Goffon waited for a moment, then continued, making sense of himself as he spoke. “We could make use of this solution… I understand your master has suggested it is perfect illustration of the namespace problem finding itself, which I suggested placing in the number 64.”
The Disciple stood, agaspt, and the Miller slightly nudged him forward, indicating he should respond to the King.
“Yes. What I have found in the waterwall reveals any double consecutive in any language, any logic, or dimension. And my master has suggested it could satisfy the namespace probl…”
“64!” Goffon interjected.
And now the woman stood with the Miller, hugging him, and she looked at him as if she had not seen him in several years. The Miller, however, gestured towards his son, who stood with his Disciple, and as she looked to him she remember the love that they shared.
“And so,” Goffon the Wizard King continued, to the the court of Causation, “I have thus illustrated sickness, too, can be beat. And now, the wait for my beloved bird is over.” And his waterwall was activated, and a large, square plane of water moved back and forth, and a living bird was passed into and out of the water, to the Moon, and it flew around and onto the King’s Shoulder.
And he concluded his solution, standing tall and firm, and said to the court, “Life, from Earth.”
After the spoken story meeting that Amy sent out last week, I have decided to again pursue self publishing The Golden Book of Tales; along with self publishing, I am still going to submit some other (unpublished) tales to contests, and try to get them published that way (as an alternative to self publish that someone suggested). Below is the Golden Book of Tales, that I will be self publishing soon!
The Golden Book of Tales
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