Chapter 292 - A Wandering to the West (1/2)
*Eldovian Era 1714, 1st day of the 2nd month*
”9997…9998…9999…10,000”.
Rima paused as she placed the last gold coin in the sack. It was most amount of money she had ever laid eyes on. But when she thought about 10,000 gold coins, she'd always pictured it filling up a room easily the size of their old apartment…Not ten sacks typically meant to store flour.
What was perhaps most astounding about these ten sacks, was that Aegin didn't seem the least bit bothered that he'd stolen most of it from the Shin. His killing of the Reishin was another matter that Rima wasn't all that bothered by considering how everyone feared him, but the Shin? Rima wasn't sure if Aegin was over confident, or if she was underestimating him.
Still, one day on the road had turned into two, then three, then a week with no signs of pursuit. Neither she nor Tigin could believe that they'd managed to get away from Rene with 10,000 gold coins.
Still, they were halfway to Havena, and considering how Aegin had turned up with another 2500 gold coins after he'd disappeared for a few hours one night, Rima was unsure how they were going to get anywhere carrying a gold mine with them.
”We can't just walk into Havena carrying this on a cart,” she sighed.
”We're not,” Aegin replied, ”We take only 100 gold coins with us”.
”100?” asked Tigin, looking at the sacks, ”Then what do we do with the rest?”
”I'm going to bury it for a rainy day,” said Aegin.
”They're not seeds, they won't grow,” Rima huffed.
Aegin laughed at that, ”Do you not have that saying here?”
Rima raised an eyebrow, ”What saying?”
”Saving something for a rainy day means you're going to keep it safe until there is trouble and you need to use it,” Aegin chuckled.
Rima blushed, ”Oh. Right…well burying it won't help either if it's discovered. How long are we burying it for? Where will we bury it? How will we get to it when we need it?”
”You realise that in the time it's taken us to get halfway, I could have run to Havena from Rene and back every night?” asked Aegin.
”You're that fast?” asked Tigin from the driver's seat.
Aegin leant back in the cart on one of the sacks of gold with a self-satisfied smirk, ”Probably faster if I pushed it”.
”So, you're going to scatter the sacks across the land?” asked Rima.
Aegin nodded, ”They won't be close together, and won't be in easily reached or frequently passed areas if I can help it. The odds of all of them getting raided in the time we're gone, however long that turns out to be, will be almost none”.
Almost none was better than getting raided the closer they got to Havena.
”Alright,” said Rima, ”You're leaning on the first one, better get started”.
Aegin looked at her in surprise.
Rima shrugged, ”You've clearly got nothing better to do, and I'll bet that even if we keep going, you'll find us easily”.
Aegin took a cursory glance up at the sun high above, ”I'd prefer to wait for nightfall”.
”When we're still for a long period of time and more likely to encounter raiders that Tigin and I won't be able to handle?” asked Rima.
Aegin opened his mouth to oppose before he sighed, turned and picked up a sack, then stood and took a step to drop off the back of the cart, ”I'll be back in a couple of hours then”.
”Take a second, you can get two done in one hit,” said Rima. Attempting to pull the heavy sack but failing. Aegin sighed and stepped back up onto the cart before he vanished, a trail of dust heading south.
”Whoa,” Tigin remarked, ”He really is fast”.
Silence lapsed between the two with Aegin's absence before Tigin spoke up, ”So are you sure this is what you want?”
Rima sighed. She'd been asked this plenty of times before over the past week. Ever since Aegin had first proposed they go and find the Blue Suns.
”I'm sure,” Rima replied.
”From what you've told us though, they're nomadic,” said Tigin, ”The Hava Restellan is a big place with few landmarks but for the stationary tribes. We could search for years and never find them”.
”I know,” Rima sighed. The Hava Restellan, the Vast Harshlands. The desert that dominated the Western side of the Lapis Harengi. She'd never laid eyes on it before, but her mother's stories had always made her picture it as a never-ending desert that was filled with danger, mysteries, and just the slightest touch of magic. She always felt her heart pump a little faster and her soul start to sing when she imagined it. Despite his bravado, she knew Tigin felt the same way.
Blood didn't lie.
”I'm sure we'll hear something in Havena if we ask the right people,” said Tigin.
Rima nodded in agreement, ”It's more than likely”.