It had been a peaceful meditation for the still turtle in an interior room. Until the doorbell rang. He opened one eye and glanced around. He did not see any rushing so he assumed it was not a polite Sentinel come a-calling. He rose smoothly up from his seated position on the floor, grabbed his staff leaning against the wall, and headed toward the doorway.

Curiosity answered more questions than stillness. The rings on his staff clanked softly as he moved. "The ox is slow, but the earth is patient," he said to no one in particular.