What Have You Done?
Tobia leaned against a fallen log and closed his eyes. The hot sun sent beads of sweat dripping down his face. Images of the villagers he had met and the trades he had made brought a smile smuggling up from his middle. He pictured Obed’s surprised expression when he returned home with a bag stuffed with noteworthy goods.
Someone nudged his foot. He opened his eyes.
Vitus peered down at him, a sour expression making crow’s-feet at the corners of his eyes. “Where’s the bread?”
With a grunt, Tobia rose to his knees and fumbled through the smaller of the two bags at his side. He found a healthy chunk of bread and tossed it into Vitus’ hands. “Here. But eat slowly. We won’t get any more until we find the next village.”
Tearing into the loaf, Vitus sank to the ground and leaned against a tree trunk. He chewed noisily and wiped the crumbs from his face with the back of his hand.
Swallowing back disgust, Tobia plucked another piece from the bag and took a sensible bite. Alternating bites of bread with sips of water from his skin bag, Tobia stared at the lush green valley spread before them.
Vitus rolled his finger around his mouth to clear out the last vestiges of his meal. He rose and tromped to the gurgling stream and splashed water on his face.
With his eyes, Tobia followed the man’s every move.
Returning, Vitus plopped down and stared at Tobia. “Tell me about this God of yours.”
Tensing, Tobia ran his tongue over his teeth and waited.
“I’m not teasing.” Vitus shrugged. “I’d like to know where you get your power.”
Tobia tilted his head and considered the man before him. “What makes you think I have power?”
“You make deals faster than anyone your age has a right to. Villagers fall under some kind of spell the moment you walk near.”
“I’m just kind and honest.”
Vitus shook his empty water skin and frowned. Scrabbling to his feet, he returned to the stream and filled the bag. He peered over at Tobia. “There’s more to it than that. Your God aids you.”
“I won’t deny that’s true. But only because…” Tobia’s gaze wandered to the valley. “I don’t know why. He just does.”
Vitus lifted the dripping bag, tied a leather thong around the neck, and hooked it to his belt. Then he eyed Tobia. “I’d like some of that power myself.”
“God does what he wants.”
Vitus sat down and folded his hands over his knees. “I’d like to speak to Him face-to-face, as a man who contracts with a man.”
His heart thudding in his chest, a hollow sensation shot through Tobia’s middle. “I don’t think you can do that. God is…big.”
Vitus waved Tobia’s concern away and snorted. “I have plans. Good plans.”
“I’m not sure. I mean, you might offend Him and—”
“Don’t be an idiot.” Vitus snapped his fingers at Tobia. “Just tell me where He lives.”
After sipping the last drops of water from his bag, Tobia squeezed it flat. He glanced at Vitus, stood, and ambled to the stream. He laid his bag in the flowing water. “I don’t really know. I’ve heard that He resides on the high mountains.”
Peering into the distance, Vitus stared at the chain of mountains. He grinned.
Tying the mouth of the water skin-tight, Tobia clenched his jaw. “We need to get to the next village.”
Vitus rose and shoved Tobia in the shoulder. “We need to understand each other.” He bent in closer, his eyes narrowing to angry slits. “I’ve let you lead because everything seems to work in your favor. But that’s going to stop—today. I’ve been trading longer than you and if you’ve received help, I deserve the same assistance.” He pointed to the mountain. “Since He lives there, that’s where we’re going.”
Tobia gathered his bags and shoved them over his shoulder. Anxiety boiled in his stomach and dread weakened his knees. But as Vitus headed for the mountain, Tobia followed.
Tobia’s shaky legs slowed to a crawl. The mountains loomed closer and more forbidding as the evening wore on.
Glancing back, Vitus frowned and stomped back to Tobia. He shoved him hard and knocked him backward. “Listen, idiot, we’re not going anywhere else until after I get up that mountain and speak to your God. So you might as well move a little faster.”
Evening turned to twilight and soon faint stars appeared between wispy clouds. They trudged on until Vitus’ steps stumbled, and Tobia felt like he would collapse in an exhausted heap.
After dropping his bag beside a boulder, Vitus rolled into a ball and slept.
Dizzy and weak from hunger, Tobia crept to a tree and laid his bags aside. He rested his head on his knees. A black hole of depression swallowed him.
A sharp pinch on his arm forced his heavy eyes open too soon. Swallowing a sour taste and feeling like rocks were tied to his arms, he peered at the sky. A clear expanse of glorious stars twinkled down and a chill rippled over his body.
“Get up. We still have a long way to go.”
Tobia shook his head and rubbed stinging sleep from his eyes.
“If you’re hungry, good. All the more reason to move.” Vitus stumped away. “You won’t eat again until I say.”
As the sun broke over the horizon behind them, the mountains loomed straight up ahead. Like a man possessed, Vitus climbed the nearest slope.
“Oh, God.” Tobia’s head swam. “We can’t get up to the top. It’s too high. We’ll never make it.”
“Who said we have to go to the top? You just said He’s on the mountain. I can talk to Him when we get high enough. A God as powerful as yours will be able to hear me.”
“He won’t hear you! Or even if He does—”
Vitus climbed faster.
Scrambling for handholds and footholds, Tobia followed. His fingers tore against the rough surfaces and bled. His aching head threatened to burst.
As the sun climbed, dark clouds rolled in. A rumble in the distance warned of an impending storm.
Tobia stopped on a ledge about a third of the way up and wiped his sweaty brow. He peered up at Vitus. “It’s almost noon. How long before we stop?”
“There’s a wide space just ahead. We can climb up there and rest a bit. It looks like the perfect spot for a private conversation.”
As he scrambled over the lip of the edge, Tobia felt a dream-state block his vision. The eerie green expanse swirled into a nightmare, wavering and hovering like a roving monster.
Vitus dropped his bags and chuckled. “At last!”
Tobia fell to his knees and dropped his bags at his side. Hanging his head, he sucked in long draughts of air. A gust of wind whipped through his hair, sending a chill over his body. He glanced up.
Mountainous dark clouds roiled overhead.
Vitus peered at the sky and laughed. He pointed to the dreadful storm. “I think someone is waiting for me.”
With a whimper, Tobia crumpled on the ground, his gaze riveted on the man before him.
Vitus threw his arms straight into the air, his wide eyes glaring like a madman at the turbulent sky. “Oh, God, I’m here! Listen to me!”
A zigzagging flash of lightning exploded from the sky. Enveloped in brightness too intense to stand, Tobia covered his face. A crack of thunder split the air and rumbled across the firmament.
Tobia rolled onto his face and squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
Even with his hands over his face, Tobia saw another bright flash and heard another crash of thunder. He curled into a tight ball and rocked, moaning apologies.
After the third flash of light and deafening crack, silence fell.
Tobia stopped rocking and waited.
A pounding rain lashed his body. He lay still, exhausted, and frozen with fear.
When the downpour decreased to drizzle, a cool wind swept through and caressed him. Tobia relaxed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Tobia awoke with a neck ache and tasted grit between his teeth. Sitting up, he stretched and glanced around. The sun, rising in the east, pinked the mountainside. He looked around. “Where—?”
Only a few feet away, Vitus lay face up with his arms outstretched. His eyes stared without moving.
Tobia shuddered. He scrambled to his knees and scuttled closer.
Vitus lay frozen.
Poking Vitus’ shoulder, Tobia tensed. “Vitus?”
Not a flicker.
Climbing to his feet, Tobia hovered over Vitus and tapped his face. His skin felt warm to the touch and there was a faint blush on his cheeks. But not a hint of movement.
“Vitus? You all right?”
Tobia surveyed the land before him with a sweeping gaze. Not a cloud in sight. He stepped to the edge of the path they had climbed. He shook his head and glanced aside.
A rocky ledge edged around the mountain. A goat trail? He trotted over and peered along the distance. It sloped downward. With a sigh of relief, Tobia returned to Vitus. He knelt by the man’s side and shook his shoulder. “You’ve got to get up, Vitus. We need to get down the mountain.”
Vitus rolled like a ragdoll. When Tobia pulled on his arms, he slumped to a sitting position, but his eyes remained fixed and unnaturally wide, staring at nothing.
A chill prickled Tobia’s arms. He croaked his words, his throat dry and scratchy. “Oh, God, Vitus. What have you done?”
“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”
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