Mistakes Repeated

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A man on a quest wants answers. But does he listen when told?

Submitted: June 29, 2019

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Submitted: June 29, 2019



At the foot of the mountain's face stood a man of tall statue, with leather hat pulled low over his forehead and a coat down to his boot-tops, he looked every bit the gunslinger in his stance and his clothing.

Suddenly he spoke loudly, saying, "Oh great spirit of the mountain, hear the words of the Wilm the Seeker!"

Silence spread like a wind across the valley floor, and all the birds in the air landed wherever they could find shelter.

Wilm spoke even louder, and said, "Does the spirit of the lonely mountain have no words for a mere mortal, or has the spirit died of boredom? Maybe the spirit cannot speak due to ignorance or poor hearing, maybe one of those is the reason for its rudeness!"


With a great rumbling the ground shook and that in turn knocked Wilm off of his feet. --- Bam, Wilm fell to the ground in a rumpled heap!

Then, came a voice like Wilm had never heard before, it was like two great stones being rubbed together, and like the sounds of the earth moving in a landslide too; Wilm was unsure which.

That is when the voice said, "Who is Wilm that he dares disturb Mammoth the Magnificent's sleep?!?

I am the vigilant guardian of the valley, kindred-spirit to the clouds, and Shadow-Caster at the rise and setting of the sun!

In slumber I was dwelling and now you have disturbed me, Oh Wilm the Disquiet-er!"


Wilm rose from his place on the ground, and after brushing the dirt from his clothes, he said, "I have a question for you, and there was no other way to ask the question than to wake you up. So that is what I did."

"I do not answer questions for free," Mammoth replied, "you must leave an offering on the bolder that stands before you!"

Wilm laughed and inquired, "An offering, what kind of offering? Spirits and Mountains have no need of human valuables."

Mammoth chuckled just a bit, which allowed Wilm to stay on his feet. Then Mammoth stated, “Out of respect you shall leave an offering. This has been done since the dawn of man's remembrances, so it is only fitting that you do the same."

Then the spirit of the mountain searched the mind of Wilm and continued by saying, "The thing you call a Watch, a gift from your father I fathom, shall be the offering."

Wilm took on an angry appearance and said, "I have little to remember my father for he was a one who traveled much and was at home very little. Now you want the only thing that I have to remember him by? NO, I will not give it up!"

"Suite yourself, Oh Seeker of answers," the spirit replied. Then the spirit stated, "If you have no offering, well then, I have no answers."

Wilm thought for a goodly amount of time, then said, "What if I were to offer my spurs? They are handmade of the finest silver and took me a month of hard work to finish. What if I give them as an offering, would you accept them?"

Mammoth chuckled once more, and then stated, "Place them on the stone and be quick about it!

The spurs were off in a flash and sat glistening in the noonday sun.

Now, what is the question?" Mammoth asked.

Wilm's face took on a sheepish grin while revealing little beneath the wide brim of his leather hat, then he said, "It is said that this mountain has a vain of pure gold, a vain as thick as a wrestler's arm and as long as a caravan of the Emperor's army. Is that rumor true?"

Mammoth laughed, which shook the ground again and Quin fell to the ground once more.

And as Wilm rose to his feet, for a second time, Mammoth stated, "The vain of gold is twice that size and even longer! Not only that, there are three veins of silver and copper woven among it all.

But men have searched in every nook and cranny; they have explored every cave, and have dug holes here and there, all to no avail.

The mountain's gold belongs to no man and even if a man were to take the mountain apart, no riches would he find."

Wilm smiled again and replied, "Me thinks you see a fool before you.

As you say, the treasure cannot be found within the mountain, so then, it must be under the mountain. It is no-wonder my father never found the gold."

The spirit started to object but its words were hushed by Wilm's last statement, saying, "I shall look for passages beneath the mountain, subterranean caves and aquifers may be the answer. Yes, I shall return home a wealthy man, and unlike my father before me, my wife and children shall want for nothing."

And with that said, Wilm grabbed the spurs from the stone, jumped on his horse, and off he rode.


The spirit settled back into its method of sleep and as it began to doze it mumbled, "Oh Wilm, how many generations shall children not know their fathers? How many shall waste their time chasing treasures when their greatest treasures were at home waiting for their father's arm to cuddle them.



D. Thurmond / JEF


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