[A] He Who Hesitates is Lost {Adimon} [Finished]

Adimon hesitated at Sephen’s offer. It was true that he had already demanded more of his body than it could take in his current state. But should he be reporting to a supervisor? He did not even know what his position entailed. He knew that he was the king’s “Private Secretary”, whatever that meant, and that he apparently had at least some importance to the Telmarine army. But what were his responsibilities in such a situation as he currently found himself? And could he really be any help to the king or his army in his current condition? His body was weak, and his memory even worse off. He could remember nothing of his past prior to awakening in the Narnian camp, and even his short term memory was far from reliable at the moment. Yes, a message might be the best route. He would tell the king what had happened, and request further instructions. He could even provide his observations of the Narnians and their camp, at least, as much as he could remember.

“Thank you,” he said at last, accepting the leader’s offer. “But I will need to send a message back to the king once I’ve had time to compose it.” He could do so when they next stopped for a break, or when they arrived at their destination.

When Sephen de la Braose gave his name, Adimon nodded in acknowledgement. The leader’s next words, however, made him pause. This man knew his mother? Adimon must press him for details once they were on their way. If his memory were to never return, he had to at least gather what second hand knowledge of his life as he could. In particular, he wondered at the lord’s naming of his mother as “the Lady”. Was that some sort of title?

For now, Adimon settled with an acknowledgement of his condition, for if de la Braose would ask after his mother’s welfare, he would have no answer to give. “I am afraid I have no memory of my mother, or of anything other than the past two weeks. I was given a pretty severe blow to the head during the storm, and then was captured by the Narnians.” Back among allies, he did not bother hiding his disgust for their enemies.

Adimon cursed then, for despite his strain to control his body, his knees gave way beneath him. He would have shown as little weakness as possible to these strangers. Adimon was caught by the lord himself before he could fall, and could only mutter his thanks as he was helped to the wagon. Much as he hated to admit it, he did need rest.