Argentum’s Source – Chapter 28

  • 28a (Argentum’s Song – PG)

    Chapter Twenty Eight

    The day was warmer than any Argent had felt since returning to the north. He was still glad for his poncho, but the sun was out and causing exposed snow to melt and form rivulets that meandered down the rough trail ahead of them. However, even with the excess muck, the trail was still much easier to travel than the outright wilderness they had traversed before the abandoned mine. The sledge they were following was heavy and wide enough to clear a decent track.

    Argent looked up from the thumb high waterfall by his toes and watched Martha, wrapped in her too large, dirty, brown cloak and leaning on the crutch he had made her. Her recovery was amazing really, already able to navigate the obstacles mostly on her own. Bildad now had her walking in the lead without restraints on her hand or feet. He said it was due to the necessity of speed, she said it was because he darent risk being seen treating her like a captive this close to town. Regardless, Bildad had made it clear it was on condition of her remaining far enough ahead that he could easily anticipate any attack she might make, but close enough she didn’t stand a chance if she made a break for it.

    Martha stopped for a second and coughed, studying the ground ahead of her for a safe location to place her foot. She cleared the rut she was dodging but the snow crust on the opposite side was deceptively brittle and her weight caused her to break through and slip into the mud anyway.

    The young warrior quickly removed the distance between them and put his hand out offer his friend support. She swatted it away with the crutch, not even making eye contact.

    Stop being stupid and give me space. You know as well as I do that Bildads just waiting for an excuse to tie me up and drag me the rest of the way.

    Argent pulled back and watched as she planted her dry foot on the other side of the rut and pulled the other free of the sucking mud. She shook the majority of the dirt and snow from the holes at the front of her shoes and then continued shuffling down the trail.

    She was getting more and more distant from him every day. He had hoped this opportunity to show support would help bridge that distance, not increase it. Bundled up as she was with only the back of her head showing over her cloak and her crutch in front of her, it was easy to imagine her whole, as he had first met her on the caravan. Though he hadnt known her well, he missed that bright, smiling young lady. He hated that she had become a cripple. Or was cripple the right word? Yes she had lost her arm and wounded her hip, but throughout her ordeal a strength had risen to the surface and been exposed. That strength seemed to mock any attempt to label her a cripple.

    A cloud blew in from the west, blocking much of the warmth the sun had been baking into them throughout the morning. Martha pulled the hood up over her head and hunched against the colder breeze. Argent shivered too, but not because of the chill. Those two actions had made it far too easy to imagine the cloak now contained the other Martha. The turned Martha, whos claws had created the holes in her shoes and whos very different hidden strength had nearly been the end of him. The Martha he wished to forget but who Bildad was constantly reminding him of.

    How much of the gap in their friendship was due to the memory of that Martha? If he was honest, probably more than the amount caused by the actions of a girl struggling to survive.


    Argent glanced behind him to see Bildad studying the ground around the rut.

    Unbelievable. I knew I shouldnt have let us camp at the mine. Somehow he has a horse. Now well never catch him before he makes the town.


  • 28b (Argentum’s Song – PG)

    Argent turned his attention to study the ground at his feet. The water had eroded away enough of the trail that it wasnt obvious unless you were looking for it. However, yes, there was evidence of horse prints leading north down the mountainside. That would certainly explain why they hadnt been able to overtake the sledge. In fact …

    Actually Bildad, I think it might be two or more horses. These two hooves are not the same size. It looks to me like he met up with someone and they continued on together.

    Well thats just great. Now there are even more people to split it with.

    Martha snorted and started back down the trail again.

    “What do you care? The finders fee is coming out of my half remember?”

    Youve been delaying us on purpose. Dont think Im not noticing and dont think it wont have consequences.

    Martha spun with a look of incredulity on her face.

    “How does that make any sense at all? Your just throwing baseless accusations out of habit now.”

    Argent could see another head coming to the constant tension between Bildad and Martha. He was searching his mind for an idea to diffuse it when he caught a sound coming from downhill.

    Bildad, isnt that the sound of tack? Could that be horses around the far bend?

    All three of them stopped to listen and then Bildad took off at a run.

    Dont let the girl out of your sight, and dont let your guard down.

    After Bildad disappeared around the corner, Martha brushed off a large rock at the side of the trail and shook her head free of her hood as she sat down.

    Does he really think hell be able to outrun a horse?

    Argent smiled, her voice was definitely less hostile when Bildad was absent.

    Well he might actually, especially if its pulling a sledge and plodding. He might even be able to if it were trotting. I remember once watching him out sprint a fleeing weir.

    Marthas face clouded over and Argent knew he had given the wrong example. But why? Why was that example wrong? Yes, Bildad was probably wrong about Marthas current condition but that didnt mean he was wrong to protect people from weirs.

    Hes not a bad man Martha.

    Could have fooled me.

    He just hasnt ever heard of anyone coming back from being turned. No one has.

    Im not turned.

    Right, I know but that doesnt mean –

    Martha had shut him out again and clearly wasnt interested in the conversation. Argent didnt know what else to say so he let it drop. After a few heartbeats her eyes came back up to his.

    Look, I dont want to be enemies –

    Enemies? Martha, havent I proved that Im your friend?

    – and I cant afford to be your friend. At least not now, not until Ive proved to everyone that Im not a weir.

    I know youre not a weir.

    No you dont. Ive seen the way you look at me. You dont know that, and I dont either. Not for sure, not until I quest. So I cant be your friend. But as your acquaintance, an acquaintance that might one day be your friend. Can I ask you a favour?

    Of course.

    Would you play your flute again?

    The request caught Argent off guard. He didnt know why as she clearly liked his playing. He also didnt know why he hadnt played at all since meeting up with Bildad. It had just slipped his mind in the hurry to get down the hill. He fished out the Argentum whistle and brought it to his lips. Marthas eyes lit up as he began to play.

    Three notes in he was interrupted by Simon’s sentry horn.


Argentum’s Source – Chapter 29