Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 9
It was dawn. The pale, somewhat blue light of the early morning suns began to make its way across the vast plain in front of Mateth. Subtle rainbows of refracted light dappled the landscape where the rays passed through drops of water at just the right angles. A lone rider, tiredly leaning on his horse, spurred his mount in a light canter towards the towering walls of the coastal city.
Argrave felt exhausted. A night ride was not a pleasant thing. He'd had to stop occasionally to heal his chafed-raw legs. If he had not chosen the best horse—the Margrave’s horse—he doubted the creature would have lasted running all night. The moonlight had been sufficient for base navigation. If Argrave did not know his surroundings as well as he did, he further doubted he would have been able to make it without colliding into a tree or rock.
The near unending expanse of green, wet grass slowly gave way into great fields of gold wheat. Beyond them, yet more verdant fields lie—melons, orchards of plums, pears, apples. Closest to the city, and most heavily guarded, were the more arcane plants. They were few in number but varied in color, ranging from a bright, fluorescent blue to a rich black that seemed to eat the light around it.
Argrave mustered what dim vestige remained of his sleepless mind to admire the beauty of a Mateth that had yet to suffer an invasion. It was the most beautiful city in the game, according to most ‘Heroes of Berendar’ players. Argrave thought it looked much better in person. His eyes surely had a better resolution than the game. Higher than 1920x1080, at least. Maybe sights like these were why people bought 4k monitors.
The city itself was very pretty. Its walls must have been made out of marble; maybe it was magic fantasy marble, but it looked the same. They were stark and bare white, but statues lined the ramparts, spaced equidistantly like guardians watching over the vast fields out front the city.
Argrave slowed his horse into a pleasant trot as they rejoined the main road into Mateth. Argrave listened to the horse’s breathing slowly quiet as it regained its composure. It was a great horse, to be sure—likely bred and raised specifically for the Margrave to ride.
He was very much looking forward to selling it for a king’s ransom.
Argrave joined the side of a large caravan travelling into the city, carrying loads and loads of wares. He straightened his posture and started riding like a normal person, though his legs ached something fierce. He passed through the towering walls of the city without issue. The guards checked the caravan’s contents, but too many people passed into Mateth to check with each traveler.
Seeing an all-too-familiar city layout, Argrave couldn’t help but crack a slight grin. He led Reinhardt’s stallion through the city, heading for a horse breeder that he knew of. He saw a great row of stalls holding fine horses. Argrave dismounted, walking to the front of the stables.
“Hello? Looking for the horse master,” Argrave called out, voice hoarse.
“One minute, please!” a voice answered. Argrave complied. Soon enough, a somewhat fit man with braided brown hair and a beard walked out of the building and to Argrave.
“Hello. Robarr, right?” Argrave asked.
“Yes, that’s correct, lord,” the man answered cautiously. “Have we met before?”
“Not personally, but I know you well enough,” Argrave answered, shaking his head. “You deal in horses, no?”
“That’s correct, lord,” Robarr nodded. “Would you like me to take care of this fine animal for you during your stay in Mateth?”
Argrave looked at the stallion. “As much as I would like to say ‘yes,’ I’m afraid that’s not the case. I have to be selling this horse.”
“Selling,” Robarr repeated. “A man comes to me in ragged clothing, appearing exhausted, offering to sell a horse. Forgive me, but my first assumption is not kind.”
“And why not?” Argrave asked.
“Well… and no offense, my lord, but I see an exhausted man trying to quickly sell a horse, I first assume that it’s stolen.”
Argrave frowned. “Stolen? Why would you think that?” he asked, incredulously. “Well… actually, come to think of it, you have a good point… but I assure you, that is simply not the case,” Argrave said insistently.
“Is that so?”
“Yes, it is,” Argrave answered firmly. “I was accosted by brigands on the way to Mateth, you see. Well, not to Mateth, but rather to Vendleber and then onwards to Dirracha. I am a recently released Acolyte from the Order of the Gray Owl, intending to return home. I went to Mateth because it was the closest and safest place I could reach after escaping from the brigands.”
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money and my books. Once I had given them that, I seized a moment of distraction—with some help from illusion magic, you see—to escape.
frowned, scrutinizing Argrave.
but they’re custom-fitted and well-decorated. Clothes for a man of my height must be custom
house’s name?” Robarr
after a moment’s pause. “Argrave of
scratched his cheek. “Gods. I feel a bit paranoid, lord. I apologize if
“A man of your trade has plenty of reason to fear for being sold stolen goods. My father’s horse was stolen once before—fortunately, the boy did not know how to ride, and was caught
Argrave,” the horse master bowed a little. “Let’s see, then… this horse must be a custom breed.” Robarr walked to the
my family has
can tell.” Robarr walked around, admiring it. As it neighed. “It’s well-muscled, too. It would make a
He was glad he had cast off the ornamentation from House Parbon that it
can offer 3000 gold for
is worth far more than a mere 3000. You could sell it for nearly ten thousand, especially on the eve of a
many horses in the game, and he knew
a banknote,” Robarr proposed. “You can’t carry around so many
a deal,” Argrave said with a smile,
shook his head. “Your family are surely horse traders. Few customers haggle as
said Robarr after a time, handing the note in an unclosed envelope. Argrave checked the figure and then closed
may make a speedy profit. My father may rebuy the horse in a few
Argrave politely declined,
pinched the envelope tightly in his fingers. Silver tongue spits filthy lucre. Now that I’ve got money, I’m free. He hid the envelope deep in his breast pocket, just beside the bronze hand mirror. Few bumps, but I made it to Mateth. Now the real fun
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past few days, they had
if that doesn’t
we try another way,” Nikoletta answered
“Suppose nothing works?”
you didn’t care a few
to step up
At the very least, he’ll know how to avoid getting on the Margrave’s nerves. Long
on her hands. “I don’t know…
on her mind, too. “Mina, we made it back as fast as the carriage would allow. All we
the window, a silence settling between them. The carriage rolled onwards
Nicky?” Mina said. “Do you
the time
look,” Mina pointed,
finger. “Gods. Rand,
it’s just a—” Mina tried to
from the carriage. Her legs were stiff, but she still walked as fast as she
Nikoletta said urgently, grabbing the doorframe and leaning inside the building.
the horse intently as
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