The next morning, I was grateful for the way my friends
treated me gently, letting me rest from the previous day’s escapade. Larryn, as
usual, overflowed with energy to face the day.
“Get ready, Shereya,” she said, holding the tapestry like a
newspaper as I picked at my breakfast the next morning. “I think we shall very
soon come upon a certain event involving a rich dignitary of some sort in which
you must play a part.” She indicated a section of the tapestry that showed a
character resembling me in the midst of discourse with an official in Aberonian
livery.
“That’s probably the count,” I said, squinting at the
figure. Of course I knew at once that it wasn’t, but I wanted to leave as soon
as possible. “It’s a scene from last night, I think.”
“No,” Larryn pointed to another part of the tapestry, “Last
night shows you in that fussy dress you wore. See? You’re wearing this very
outfit in this scene.”
At that moment, Belak entered the room. He was smiling,
ready for anything—like he always had been, since I first knew him.
“What’s on the agenda today, girls?” he asked us.
“We’re leaving,” I said, at the same time Larryn maintained,
“I think we should stay at least another day.”
I gave Larryn a hard stare. “I don’t see any reason to stay
in Aberon.”
“Yes you do!” Larryn retorted. For once she did not spout
off about the tapestry and my destiny. I was getting weary of her doing that in
front of Belak, who surely thought we were mad. She grabbed my hand. “Let’s
just take a walk for now.”
I had no objections to activity—so long as it sped us on our
way. I followed Larryn once more out to the streets of Aberon. For once, I
didn’t care to see the sights of a city so different from our own village; I
feared that if I looked too hard, I might see a situation that reflected my
dream.
“Look!” Larryn cried, with such fervor that of course I had
to.
I saw nothing spectacular about the sight she indicated.
“Larryn,” I murmured to her, “It’s nothing but a young man sitting in front of
his house.”
“Yes,” she said, glancing significantly at me, “but how many
young men do you know pass their days sitting?” I failed (or refused) to see
her meaning, so she took it upon herself to act. “Hello!” she called to the
young man.
He looked up, squinted a bit, and smiled at us, waving
pleasantly enough.
Larryn was determined that he should prove her theory
correct. “What is a strong young man like you doing sitting at home like an old
woman?”
“Larryn!” I hissed; what did she hope to prove by insulting
him?
Luckily, the young man was good-natured enough not to take
offense at her brazenness.
“I’ll have you to know that I remain at home today for the
good of my health!” he informed her.
“Are you ill?” Larryn asked.
“Hearty as an ox!” the young man answered. “It’s my day off
today.”
“Oh, pardon,” Larryn rejoined, and only I could detect the
note of sarcasm in her voice, “I did not realize today was a holiday in
Aberon.”
“No more than in the rest of the world,” the man allowed
mildly. “But I have been feeling a bit overworked for about a week now, so I
asked leave of my employer to rest until I felt well enough to return to
working.”
Belak chuckled, “Now there’s the kind of employer I’d like
to work for!”
I felt the words escape my mouth before I could stop them.
“If you think that taking days off till you feel like returning is a good work
ethic, then you will find only poverty, as no one will hire a slacker.”
I clapped my mouth shut; how could I talk to Belak this way?
He stared at me with such a confused, hurt expression that I knew the words
could not have been mine—but only I knew they were the exact words of the
Inkweaver that she had been telling me for the last two nights.
Larryn grinned at me, “Now you’re talking! Say that a little
louder so our new friend yonder can hear!”
“Certainly not!” I snapped, moving on as my whole face burned
with shame.
“Come, Shereya,” Larryn begged, trotting after me. “You
can’t blaze through this whole town without at least trying to help someone, at least!”
“Watch me!” I called over my shoulder.
“All right, Larryn, that’s enough,” I heard Belak step in
and come to my defense. “Maybe it’s safer for us if Shereya doesn’t try to
meddle where she’s not meant to be.”
“But she is meant to
be!” Larryn insisted. “I think the whole point of the existence of this
tapestry—which is the very reason for our journey—is to teach Shereya the
Shrinking Violet the importance of taking risks!”
I froze in my tracks, lest I got so far away from my friends
that I would miss the conversation, or run into another one of Larryn’s “risks”
unprotected.
“Consider the other side, though, Larryn,” Greyna spoke up.
“Taking risks purely for their own sakes would not be wise, either. One must
ascertain the amount of risk before jumping into it.”
This resonated with my own feelings on the matter. I felt
safe enough to return and give Larryn my rebuttal.
I walked back to the group as Greyna finished speaking and
said, “That is how I feel on the matter, Larryn; I want to be the one to decide
what risks to take, not some picture on a cloth. Just because it’s there
doesn’t mean I have to take it!”
My friend was undeterred. “But maybe you should, for once!”
she crossed her arms and stared hard at me. “I dare you, Shereya: go ahead and
find yourself a risk here in Aberon, and take it—I see you need to prove to
yourself that one cannot see the worth of a risk until one takes the leap of
faith.”
I held Larryn’s gaze; she didn’t think I had the capacity to
believe in something enough to follow through with it? I would show her where
risk-taking got me!
“I accept your challenge,” I stated, and marched away toward
the center of town.
As it turned out, I didn’t have to walk very far to find a
scenario for proof. The scenario found me.
Also from "Inkweaver":
-The Legend of The Wordspinners
-The Last Inkweaver
-What Are You Afraid Of?
-In The Inkweaver's Cottage
-The Unfinished Tapestry
-Tales of the Inkweaver: "The Three Daughters"
-In The House Of The Talesmith
-"The Invisible Gift" and "Forward Unto Danger"
-Escape From Blackrope
-The Rise and Fall of Morgianna Plontus-Byrmingham
-Tales of The Inkweaver: "The Four Travellers"
-In the Court of Count Bergen
-"The Four Travellers" Part 2
-Do You See What I See?
-Welcome to Criansa
-Meeting Delia
-A Nice Cup of (Honest) Tea
-Saving Margo
-Interpreting The Stone
-Confessions
-Tales of The Inkweaver: "Four Animals in Partnership"
-Tark Trades People
-"Plotting" and "Meet Tark's Crew"
-Storytime for Tark
-Tales of The Inkweaver: "The Stone in The Road"
-Moon Valley
-Writer's Eyes
Also from "Inkweaver":
-The Legend of The Wordspinners
-The Last Inkweaver
-What Are You Afraid Of?
-In The Inkweaver's Cottage
-The Unfinished Tapestry
-Tales of the Inkweaver: "The Three Daughters"
-In The House Of The Talesmith
-"The Invisible Gift" and "Forward Unto Danger"
-Escape From Blackrope
-The Rise and Fall of Morgianna Plontus-Byrmingham
-Tales of The Inkweaver: "The Four Travellers"
-In the Court of Count Bergen
-"The Four Travellers" Part 2
-Do You See What I See?
-Welcome to Criansa
-Meeting Delia
-A Nice Cup of (Honest) Tea
-Saving Margo
-Interpreting The Stone
-Confessions
-Tales of The Inkweaver: "Four Animals in Partnership"
-Tark Trades People
-"Plotting" and "Meet Tark's Crew"
-Storytime for Tark
-Tales of The Inkweaver: "The Stone in The Road"
-Moon Valley
-Writer's Eyes
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