Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 8
“What an unpleasant trip…” Argrave complained aloud, sitting atop a rock as he cleaned off his clothes with water magic. Dust, dirt, grass, and worse covered his clothes. His upper legs had been chafed raw, probably because of poor posture. He had dealt with that as best he could with healing magic. Across from Argrave, the Margrave Reinhardt hammered in poles to set up a tent. The last bit of sunlight was fading, and so they were setting up camp.
In truth, Argrave loathed complaining so much, but all words served a purpose. Reinhardt was an impulsive and wrothful man, but he was also honorable and charitable. He would never abuse a hostage. Like Sun Tzu said, “If your opponent is of choleric temper, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant.”
“I’m in way over my head…” Argrave muttered. “What do I know about enemies… third-year college student… disgraceful…”
The Margrave’s white stallion neighed at Argrave as though to comfort him, red mane flowing in the wind. Argrave flinched and stared at it for a time. The longer he stared, the more his expression softened. Slowly, a smirk entered his face, and he looked back at Reinhardt.
“I thought horses were disgusting before. I see now that I’m right. Don’t know why you ride these things. Disgusting,” Argrave said loudly at Reinhardt.
Reinhardt paused, holding the hammer he was using to nail the tent’s stakes tight in hand and gazing at Argrave.
“Look at them,” Argrave pointed. “They defecate randomly, like giant toddlers. Filthy. Unclean. Their mouths are strange, like some foul cross between a mole, an antelope, and a human.”
“Then tomorrow, you can walk,” Reinhardt said coldly. He turned back and started hammering once more, deep into the grassy soil.
“Alright. Better than being stuck atop a horse,” Argrave agreed readily. “Of course, we won’t make it to Dirracha as quickly. How tragic.”
Reinhardt did not look over. “Never said we’d slow for you.”
“If I show up bloody and beaten, I’m sure King Felipe will show abundant mercy to your brother,” Argrave bluffed. In truth, King Felipe would probably smile if he saw Argrave battered.
The Margrave did not respond. He picked up another stake—it looked to be the final one—and bent over to jam it in the ground.
“I am not entirely sure what you hope to achieve with this. You bringing me with you is not giving you a bargaining chip—you’re carrying a lit barrel of gunpowder.” Argrave watched Reinhardt. Evidently, the man had decided simply to ignore him.
“When we arrive and you tell the king that you’re keeping me as a ‘guest,’ he certainly will not scrape and bow and release your brother Bruno like nothing happened. He’ll view it as an affront to House Vasquer, like you… killed his favorite dog or something. I’m not worth enough to him. Maybe if I was the crown prince, Induen, or that holy fool Orion, he might take the situation seriously. But then, they wouldn’t come with you willingly. And unlike me, they could probably escape from your little knightly order.”
“You’re good with your words. If you don’t wish to lose your tongue, keep it still,” Reinhardt threatened.
“Empty threats,” Argrave called out, though his heart did drop into his stomach briefly. His mind wandered as he wondered if healing magic could regrow tongues. He grew nauseous as he thought of the blood.
Argrave stood, having finished cleaning his black clothes. He could not mend the rips, but such was life. “Have you ever paused to consider why exactly King Felipe imprisoned your brother?” Argrave held a finger out. “And before you get angry at me, I’m not suggesting he was legitimately plotting treason.”
Reinhardt walked over to Argrave. The Margrave was a little shorter than Argrave, but he certainly did not feel smaller in full plate with a robust body. His ruby-like eyes were unshaking.
“Your brother was one of many stewards in Dirracha. Even if he had been planning treason, without your help, there is little he could have done. Bluntly put, besides being related to you, he is not important. King Felipe is not aiming for him. He is aiming for you. He is trying to incite a reaction, knowing your impulsivity and your direct manner of handling things.”
“A king wants his subjects to rebel. Hah.” Reinhardt chuckled, but it sounded forced to Argrave’s ears. “I overestimated your reasoning.”
Argrave held his arms wide and shrugged. “Laugh if you will. House Parbon has been growing wealthier. New mines have been recently discovered on your land, you have a growing city, and lastly, a good seat—your Lionsun Castle. A king would be wholly justified in seizing those rich lands if his subject were to rebel.”
folded tarp. He waved it, unfolding it, and then cast
sons besides Induen, the youngest of whom is just coming of age. He wishes to secure lands, incomes, and a future for Orion of Vasquer, that holy fool. A
walked a little closer until he felt the pull of the rope wrapped around his torso. The Margrave had seen fit to tie him
“Do you really think the king would balk at starting and suppressing a small rebellion to increase his own powerbase? You are his vassal, true enough, but you only serve him because of your honor
looked to Argrave. “Do not presume
to his chest. “When we arrive and he learns that I am captive, he’ll feign anger, indignance. Then, he—or
had not been Reinhardt keeping him captive, but rather one of the main characters—Ruleo, a rogue-type character. Another
from the rock and yanking it forward. He led him inside the tent and tied him to one of the thicker posts. “You will wait here while I stable my horse. I will bring back a horse blanket for you, and you will sleep on the
now you bury me
He stared at Argrave, breathing deep and heavy, wroth brewing in his chest like a great storm. He furiously untied the knot, then yanked it, sending Argrave stumbling as he rushed off in
be to a hostage.” Reinhardt spoke loudly as he walked outside the tent, drawing the attention of many of the other knights who
the reins of his white stallion and pulled it just aside Argrave. Argrave diverted most of his attention to his feet to avoid falling. He wasn’t sure that Reinhardt wouldn’t simply pull him along. Some of the knights watched their passing, shaking their heads or smiling with schadenfreude for the loudmouth
Argrave through all of the camp, until the distinct sound of whinnying and neighing became louder and louder. The knights had constructed a makeshift stable of sorts—a few knights watched
front of them. Argrave collapsed to the grass, landing on his elbows as gracefully as one could manage. It hurt more than he cared to
as long as he isn’t hurt.” Reinhardt led his own horse to the rest of the other horseflesh and tied its reins up neatly. “Another thing. He’s to
to his feet. “You don’t need to do
didn’t need to speak,” the Margrave said as he walked by uncaringly. “Didn’t stop
stared at the Margrave as he walked away, his back facing the knights that had been assigned to look after him. If the Margrave
to Sun Tzu, Argrave thought. Know thy self, know thy enemy. One battle,
his chest, and Argrave turned his head to the knights behind him. One of
said, a serious-looking man with orange hair. “If you do not give us
chose honorable knights. Fighting the Margrave as a spellcaster with D-rank skills? Positively suicidal. Eluding these guys, though… I
raising his hands in the air. “Do
Argrave to a post beside the Margrave’s horse. They tied him firmly, yanking the rope tightly to make sure both the post and the knot would hold. They argued briefly about who would watch over
assigned on stable duty. The knights watched Argrave, but he kept silent. Unlike the Margrave, he could see no benefit in provoking them. Soon, the moon was peaking above the distant mountains, half-full, bright, and still eerily red.
and the last light of dusk slowly faded away as the two suns went behind the planet. Or… Argrave frowned. He supposed this
had retrieved a piece of flint. He awkwardly used his sword as
knights that knows magic,” one
comments. “We can do it
work,” the other reasoned. “C’mon, we
stubbornly refused. He set aside his sword. “Hand me my gauntlet.
the exchange, head
his gauntlet and tried to snap with the flint. After a
it all. The flint broke.” He threw
someone,” the other said
his hand. “I
the horses turned their
Order of the Gray Owl. I can start
Margrave wouldn’t like that, I don’t think,” the
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