Jackal Among Snakes

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.”

you say?”

I feel foolish, in hindsight… nonetheless, they demanded my 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. I must thank this fine horse for the help… but I am penniless, and I need to return to my family in Dirracha. I am forced to sell this fine creature to pay for

frowned, scrutinizing

and well-decorated. Clothes for a man of my height must be custom made, you see. I cannot

name?”

Argrave answered after a moment’s

“Gods. I feel a bit paranoid, lord. I apologize if I offended

a magnanimous hand. “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

lord Argrave,” the horse master bowed a little. “Let’s see, then… this horse must be

family has traded in

around, admiring it. As it neighed. “It’s well-muscled, too. It

nodded. He was glad he had cast off the ornamentation from House Parbon that it

3000 gold

This fine horse is worth far more than a mere 3000. You

figures for a long time. Argrave was adamant and persistent—he had bought and sold many horses in the game, and he knew that the Margrave’s

is this; 6950 in the form of a banknote,” Robarr proposed. “You can’t carry around

have a deal,” Argrave said with a smile, having doubled

surely horse traders. Few customers haggle as well as you.”

the note in an unclosed envelope. Argrave checked the figure and then closed

rebuy the horse in a few weeks’ time at a generous price

held out his hand. Argrave politely declined, citing that he

fingers. Silver tongue spits filthy lucre. Now that I’ve got money, I’m free. He hid the envelope deep in his breast pocket,

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rode by. The past few days, they had been discussing how exactly they were going to

if that doesn’t work?” Mina

we try another

“Suppose nothing works?”

sounded like you didn’t care a few days

cared a lot. I was just trying to step up

He has to be,” Nikoletta interrupted, not wishing to hear her finish that sentence. “He’s witty. At the very least, he’ll know how to avoid getting on the Margrave’s nerves. Long enough to save

leaned out the carriage’s window, resting her head on her hands. “I don’t know… the Margrave mentioned something about his

It had been on her mind, too. “Mina, we made it back as fast as the carriage would allow. All

looking out the window, a silence settling

Mina said. “Do you see that

time

seriously, look,” Mina pointed,

following Mina’s pointed finger. “Gods. Rand,

if it’s just a—” Mina tried to

identical. Same red mane and everything.” Nikoletta abounded from the carriage. Her legs were stiff, but she still walked as fast as she could towards the stable. She recognized the

said urgently, grabbing the doorframe and leaning inside the

as though to discern if it was real