Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave spurred his horse forward, holding his hand to the satchel on his side to keep the bottles from banging about. He knew the terrain well after years of wandering about in ‘Heroes of Berendar,’ and Argrave stuck near the coast as he headed for Barden. Galamon rode beside him. It had been a challenge to find a horse that could support the elf’s weight and height, but they had managed. The horses belonged to the Dukedom, technically, but Nikoletta had secured them for the two of them.

“Don’t fight the horse,” Galamon instructed, yelling loudly so his voice carried as they moved. The snow elf was a much better rider than he. “Don’t react to its movements after they've happened. Move in sync with it. It’ll reduce the burden on both your and its body.”

“Yeah, I’ll just do that. Move in sync with the horse. It’s easy, bro. Just do it,” Argrave muttered into the wind with a mock jock-tone.

The horse carried onwards. Argrave watched for landmarks, guiding them to their destination. The suns were high overhead, and the temperature was pleasant. This place didn’t seem like one on the eve of war.

The two of them rode onwards for a long while. Eventually, Argrave could see the distant buildings of a village; it was not Barden, though. This place was made of cheap wood and straw. Barden was much beyond it. Argrave adjusted his shoulders, telling himself that the journey was probably half done.

The sound of a horn filled the air. Argrave thought it was uncannily similar to that of a steamboat. He had wits enough to slow his horse instead of pulling it to a stop instantly, and he looked at where the noise had come from.

The horn came again. Argrave could see someone standing atop an outpost at the village with a horn larger than themselves held above their head.

“There, beyond the crags,” Galamon said, pulling up beside Argrave. “A longship cuts the waters.”

Argrave looked out across the sea, squinting his eyes. He saw a moving mass of brown. They flew a red flag with a black wheel in the center. It was too distant to make out details beyond that.

Argrave cursed. “So much for that conversation with the god-forsaken Duke. A waste of time. I could have learned a useful C-rank spell. Instead, I spent it giving advice for an invasion that was happening today.”

“Don’t think on it. You will get lost with that mentality,” Galamon cautioned.

“Rely not on the likelihood of the enemy’s not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him.” Argrave turned to Galamon. “They’re still at sea. Let’s move. Once we get to Barden, you’ll have to keep going.”

“Right.”

They both spurred their horses forward, moving faster than they had before. The horn continued to blow, and the village ahead became a hive of movement. People ran inside their homes, barricading windows and doors. The village militia, bolstered by a few dozen knights, spread out along the front of the village in the coast, urging fishermen to get away.

The pair had planned to travel through the village, but Argrave redirected them along the outskirts so as not to interfere with people moving about the road. As they rode by, shouts of unease and urgency entered their ears.

My leisure caused this. I should have acted faster. I should have acted smarter. I knew it was coming, and I didn’t do it right.

his attention. It was difficult to suppress the urge to look out at the ocean and see how close the longships had come to

into sight. It was a quaint village with a larger dock than the one before it. The houses looked firmer than the village before, and it

head to look at Galamon. “Do you remember the

asking now? Of course I do,”

brewing within. “Once we reach the

There is nothing left but to do our

a deep breath, looking forward silently after hearing Galamon’s words. He saw in his peripheries some longships moving towards Barden, and hurried his horse even

became a tsunami crashing around. He was all alone. The defense of

gate. He shouted, “I come from Mateth! I need to speak to

stood there. “Knight Ryles is here, sir. He’s with the knights near the docks, helping the people

He left it there without tying it to anything. A horse

was looking for—the leader of this detachment of knights, Knight Ryles. He had a blue plume on his helmet. He was one of the few to

waited a fair distance away, waiting to be told what

out, drawing the man’s attention. He walked closer until he stood face-to-face.

me?” the knight asked, his voice echoing from beneath his helmet as he looked up

retrieved the Mark of Monticci he had been given this morning. “Barden is likely to become an important battleground. He wished for me to…” Argrave swallowed the

to deal with the snow elves,

are always welcome. But guidance?

know how these elves fight. I won’t undermine

see his expression from behind the helmet,

“There isn’t time for much,

the ocean, and then back at Argrave. “Tell me your thoughts. I’ll decide

surroundings quickly. “They can only land on the left side—the cliffs to the right of Barden are too steep, and the docks too narrow for a warship to fit.

“But the—”

important now,” Argrave interrupted, walking out into the docks. “Look at the number of elves on those longships. They

of his sheathed sword, but eventually nodded. “You’re right. It’s a good

The Veidimen have throwing axes, javelins—our bowmen need cover. If there is no position they can look over the palisade, stack crates or furniture for them to shoot

nodded. “What

should receive the

You’re sending those men to