Threads of Silver: Chapter 9 ©

The morning sunlight danced on the river that wound itself beneath Adala’s window as she sat drinking her steaming cup of tea. It had been a month since she had used the silver thread, but the memory of that night in the attic still troubled her mind. She had told Jinx not to breathe a word to anyone about the silver garment, but somehow she felt that the secret was going to come back to haunt her. Her thoughts trembled at the idea of unlimited knowledge in in the hands of the wrong person; she knew very well that knowledge without wisdom to guide it is nothing more than vain ambition and vain ambition is the birthplace of much evil. Adala was so lost in her contemplation that she didn’t even hear Jinx come in through the door behind her. “I gots ye threads and bought potatoes at the market just like ye asked!” he announced as he hung his coat on the peg next to the door. Adala jumped at the sound of his voice and nearly dropped her teacup on the ground. “I’m sorry my dear, I didn’t mean to give you a fright… I thought you heard me open the door.” Jinx said apologetically. “It’s alright, I was just lost in thought that’s all. Do sit down and have your tea before you go out to work in the garden.” replied Adala kindly. Jinx sat down in his usual spot on the oak bench and Adala came and sat beside him. Feeling like she could use some conversation to divert her mind, she put her arm in his and began to ask about his trip to town. “Town was too crowded as usual…” he said in his gruff sort of way “…but I did see Miss Grenada and she sends you her best regards. She asked me how you liked the silver thread she sent you and I told her that it was mighty good of her to give you such a gift but that it had magic too great to use… She said that was a shame but –“ “Oh Jinx!!” Adala cried interrupting his sentence “How could you say anything about the thread to her? Don’t you remember we agreed not breathe a word to ANYONE!” Now Adala rarely burst out at the old dwarf and her manner was so distressed that Jinx didn’t quite know what to say. “Please tell me you didn’t say any more?” she begged. “Well I – Well I – I don’t know. Honest, Adala I didn’t mean no harm! I just thought since she was the one who gave you such a nice gift, I ought to tell her what happened to it. I told her it had too great of magic to use and she said that was a shame but she always knew you to do the right thing and that was good enough for her. I don’t think there’s any harm in that?” Adala began to feel a little bad for her outburst, but the thought of anyone else knowing about the silver thread chilled her to the bone. She put her head in her hands and let out a little moan of despair. Poor Jinx put a fatherly hand on her shoulder and said “I’m sorry my dear, truly I am. Please don’t fret so! I hardly think anything will come of it… no one outside of this village even knows you exist much less where to find you and Grenada would never do you any harm… Please forgive me!” Adala slowly raised her head, wrapped her arms around the old dwarf’s neck and whispered softly “Of course I forgive you. I just hope you are right my dear, Jinx. I hope you are right.”

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