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

stared at it, bewildered by the responsibility he’d just been given. He saluted the Duke and ran off once again. The Duke retrieved a seeing glass

elbow as though to speed up time. She could not deny she was worried. That

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

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

you to abandon your post?” the duke questioned

claimed that he was the duke’s agent,” Ryles said, speaking as though he was telling a big secret. “He had the

think he used that as an alias when he sold the

Duke nodded to Nikoletta and turned back to

to the site of the battle. He used this horde to gain parley

then ran a hand through his blue hair. “What

snow elves’ leader, and they came to an agreement,” the knight hesitated as the questions did not head the direction he wanted. “I believe he intended to sail with them to

see them sail away? Defeat the metal creatures?”

close to the snow elves, so I thought…”

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 pointed to the knight. “Join the garrison. You’re stripped

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 the Margrave despite the dangers to keep their

never seen him act without

turned back to his daughter.

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the long wooden hall before Argrave’s room, a fur sack in her right hand. She had cleaned and changed into a more fitting white-fur robe. Ahead, the door was slightly ajar, and a dim sliver of light peaked

drawing out the notes at points. “Bedridden, imprisoned in me. I’m crippled and broken, alive and not free. The sun out my window, it warms me and leaves. No calls and

but Anneliese could not help but smile. His singing was terrible, bluntly put. She pushed open the door and entered.

clean.” Argrave spread his arms wide as though celebrating. “You look like a Russian princess

to him, sitting on the bedside and hefting

and move on, unwilling to admit their own ignorance. A Russian princess, hm?” Argrave tilted his head back. “A Russian princess would probably have fair hair, pale

Eating rich foods like this is the key to a speedy recovery. Healing magic cannot replace

ago, I was vomiting up everything that wasn’t slush.” Argrave said, voice straining as he leaned over to grab the bag. Argrave opened the bag, pulling free thick strands of red, dried meat. He bit into it. “Hm. Like

few shelves with nothing on

said. “I suspect a conclusion will not be

bite-sized

“Yes,” she confirmed.