Not all roads are measured by distance… some are measured by how many fall without complaint.
Aram ibn Shaddad departed with his men from the edges of Mount Kardon at the first stretch of light, when the mist still clung to the rocks as if the mountain itself hesitated to reveal its face.
Wabbar advanced with steady steps, knowing this path as he knew his rider’s scent. Behind him walked ten men, their breaths divided between the climb and conversation, between fatigue and memory.
In the early hours, the journey resembled any long hunting expedition.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4IdSmaYgqq
They traded jokes. Sarub spoke of an old quarrel back in the tribe, and they laughed Aram included, loosening his usual gravity as he said:
“If you fought the way you argue, no enemy would survive.”
Their laughter grew louder.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrGkKkVkQQY
None of them knew that sometimes, a laugh is counted against a man’s lifespan.
When the sun climbed higher, they descended into the shade of an ancient tree at the edge of a narrow valley. A small fire was lit. They sat in a circle, and Sarub began distributing food.
Aram sat among them, not above them, watching faces, noticing the weight in shoulders, sensing the silence beginning to creep in.
Then something unseen shifted.
A faint movement near the upper slope caught his attention.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ08aa7zd7Qm
He rose slowly, drew his bow, and said in the calm voice of a hunter:
“A gazelle…”
Before the arrow could fly, a dull impact sounded behind him.
He turned.
Sarub was swaying, as though the ground beneath him had turned to water. He dropped to his knees, then collapsed onto his side.
Aram rushed to him, cradled his head, called his name but the white foam spilling from his mouth was faster than any plea.
Aram shouted:
“No one eats!”
The men froze.
He opened the food satchel, smelled it, and his breath trembled.
He said quietly, as though pain itself was ashamed to be heard:
“Poison… not meant for all of us. It was waiting for me.”
No one spoke.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgzaUAeEZlI
Even the fire dimmed.
By the customs of the Tamran Clan, the body was never left alone.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIFx6Jos1Fv
They washed Sarub’s hands with water, placed his sword upon his chest, and wrapped him in his cloak. They dug his grave beneath the same tree. Each man placed a stone atop the body a sign that the dead was not abandoned.
Aram stood at the grave for a long time in silence, then said:
“You left with us to return… not to be buried here. But your name will walk with us to the end.”
When they moved on, Aram called Najjar aside.
The decision was heavy, his voice heavier than the mountain itself.
“Return to the tribe. Watch. Tell them the road is no longer safe.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBX2MSR24ec
Someone moved before us.”
Najjar did not object. He clenched his fist to his chest, bowed, and turned back.
From that moment on, the men felt their number diminish before another had even died.
That night, no one slept deeply.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfTDnLzdYoQ
They sat around a small fire, exchanging looks more than words.
One of them said in a low voice:
“If the poison was for us… the arrow will follow.”
Aram did not answer. He stared into the darkness as if waiting for it to speak.
When stillness settled, Yarin insisted on sleeping in the leader’s place.
“The arrow that missed you today,” he said, “will not miss tomorrow.”
Aram tried to refuse, but there was an unbreakable resolve in the man’s eyes.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrK8XKOSyqs
He allowed it.
Before dawn, the silence shattered with a sharp sound.
An arrow.
They ran.
They found Yarin stretched on the ground, the arrow buried in his neck, his hand still clutching the leader’s cloak.
Aram knelt beside him, tried to stop the bleeding, but Yarin whispered:
“This way… is better.”
And he died.
They buried him at first light, without words. A piece of his spear was broken and placed with him, as their traditions demanded:12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtli6ZorqxO
a weapon is never reclaimed if its bearer falls protecting the leader.
They continued on.
The path narrowed.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ty5KOidYf
The rocks rose higher.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdroGV4vzgl
The forest thickened.
Fatigue began to show in their eyes.
In a rocky pass, a massive stone fell without warning.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwhyTZQO67n
Hamor was crushed beneath it.
They tried to lift it.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUrwmuvrNGr
It would not move.
Aram sat beside the stone, placed his palm upon it, and said:
“Even the mountain… has become an enemy.”
They left a stone marker and moved on in a silence heavier than screams.
Conversation vanished.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV5cOnpIc0K
The men walked staring at their feet, as though afraid to look ahead and see their turn waiting.
While crossing an exposed slope, arrows flew from the shadows.
They returned fire but one arrow lodged in Noser’s chest.
Aram knelt at his head.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Noser smiled faintly and replied:
“You did not fail us… the day we chose you as our leader.”
Then his eyes closed.
His sword was planted upright at his grave, so the mountain would know a man fell standing here.
They pressed on.
Little food remained.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf86gVpl8mB
Little speech.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNySpF7uNgz
Much endurance.
Aram finally said, in a calm they had never heard before:
“Turning back now… will save those who remain.”
One of them answered:
“Turning back now is a longer death.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6ymd99Hhq5
We chose to walk with you.”
No one moved.
They stood for a long time.
Then they continued.
When the cavern finally appeared in the breast of the mountain black as the mouth of an open fate no one cheered.
The men stood behind Aram.
They did not ask why the others had died.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUhyeLz4UY8
They did not ask who would be next.
They knew only one thing:12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWDWiPdyX0H
the leader is the road.
And if he stops… they stop with him.
Aram stepped forward.
Behind him, the mountain was filled with names.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqZcM28V3NV
Before him, a fate that knew no mercy.
Yet his feet did not halt.
Because those who step onto such a road…12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCVtPjk8Luz
do not do so to return as they were.
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