Jackal Among Snakes

“Damn it,” cursed Duke Enrico as he stared out into the distance at his domain. Now that war was upon them, he had donned his plate mail, the blue swordfish of Monticci embedded on its chest. He stood atop the walls of Mateth, right beside one of the giant marble statues, as he stared out at the rising smoke in the distance. “The boy was right, to the word.”

Nikoletta stepped forward to stand beside her father, arms crossed. The two seemed like echoes of each other with their similarly decorated armor—one plate, one leather. “You could not have known. No one knew, besides him.”

“And that’s the mystery. How did he know? Perhaps the royal family’s influence is greater in my domain than I expected. It’s pointless to consider now… henceforth, though, I’ll follow his advice.” He turned back. “Knight-Commander Ryger. Command the mage battalions to center their forces near the docks, preparing to counter magic.”

“At once, duke,” with his voice echoing through his helmet, Ryger bowed and then moved to obey. His heavy armor clanged noisily as he sprinted.

The Duke turned back to Nikoletta. “If we should survive this, I view Argrave as your most promising marriage prospect.”

“What?!” Nikoletta could not help but shout in surprise. “He’s my cousin!”

“He has no force backing him, so he won’t compete with you for control of the duchy when I pass. He’s a bastard, so he should have no issue adopting the name of Monticci. He’s a very promising mage and a brilliant strategist. He’s young. Above all, you like him,” the duke continued, unaffected by her outburst. “As do I.”

“He—” Nikoletta paused, taking a deep breath. “You’ve spoken to him but once, and you ‘like him?’ He’s a friend, nothing more. Worse yet, he’s near identical to Elwind. As I said, he’s already family.”

“That matters little. You have no shared ancestors beyond your mother,” Duke Enrico shook his head. “There should be no issues with your progeny.”

At the mental image her father’s words gave her, she shook her head frantically. “Father, please…!”

“No more discussions. When he returns… if he returns,” Duke Enrico amended, “I will send the proposal.”

Nikoletta opened her mouth to say more, but a voice from behind cut her off.

“Duke Enrico!” a lightly armored gatekeeper ran up, breathing hard.

“Catch your breath, then speak,” the Duke commanded.

The gatekeeper did, and then he took off his helmet and wiped his face with his wrist. “Two people are trying to enter the gate, duke. One of them claims to be Knight Ryles from Barden, bringing urgent news from the village regarding a mage. The other is a female mercenary with a giant sword seeking to help in the defense.”

“Argrave went to Barden,” Nikoletta said immediately.

“Oh!” the gatekeeper exclaimed. “That name was mentioned, young lady Monticci.”

this token. Find and command a High Wizard of the Gray Owl to examine both people for magic

by the responsibility he’d just been given. He saluted the Duke and ran off once again. The Duke retrieved a seeing glass and looked out at the coastline, watching the movements of the longships as they collided

tapped her finger against her elbow as though to speed up time. She could not deny she was worried. That the knight was alive was a promising thing, but the fact he returned mentioning Argrave specifically could not

stretched out for a long time, but it could not have been more than fifteen minutes before a knight rushed to

once he’d catch his breath. “Knight Ryles. I was commanding

led you to abandon your post?”

offered the name… I think it was ‘Argrave of Blackward,’ and claimed that he was the duke’s agent,” Ryles said, speaking as though

an alias when he

turned back to the knight. “And?” the Duke

to the site of the battle. He used this horde to gain parley with the snow elves. He claimed he was an agent of the duke, assigned by

then ran a hand through his blue hair.

knight hesitated as the questions did not head the direction he wanted. “I believe he

them sail away? Defeat the metal creatures?” the

seemed too close to the snow elves,

Argrave fight that horde of monsters alone, and then let him sail to Veiden by himself?” He released, pushing the knight away. “Damn it. This boy… I have no idea what he’s up to. And you.” He

startled by the news. She thought back on all of Argrave’s actions. Each of them had seemed bizarre and arbitrary, but ultimately, they had clear purpose. He had returned her thesis to keep Monticci’s reputation intact. He had gone with

do anything for him now, anyway. He acted alone, but I’ve never seen him act without

his daughter. After

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white-fur robe. Ahead, the door was slightly ajar, and a dim sliver of light peaked past. She started to hear noise from the room, and she slowed her footsteps and approached quieter. The noise became clearer. Argrave

and broken, alive and not free. The sun out my window, it warms me and leaves. No calls and no visits, just me and my dreams. And I’m lonely,”

help but smile. His singing was terrible, bluntly put. She pushed open the door and entered. He turned his head towards her. He was buried beneath white fur blankets,

Argrave spread his arms wide as though celebrating. “You look like

to him, sitting on the bedside and hefting the sack atop her legs.

and then smiled. “People never ask those sorts of questions. They just ignore my weird words and move on, unwilling to admit their own ignorance. A Russian princess, hm?” Argrave tilted his head back. “A Russian princess would

a minute. Then, she pushed the bag she was holding towards Argrave. “Here. I brought preserved fish and meat. Eating rich foods like this is the key to a speedy recovery. Healing

said, voice straining as he leaned

glancing about the room, Anneliese rested her hands on her lap. Barring a few shelves with nothing on them and a window closed off with a fur blanket, the room

briefly, and then kicked me out,” Anneliese said. “I

with his hands into small, bite-sized pieces. “What, you just gave your account and

“Yes,” she confirmed.