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.”

the Gray Owl to examine both people for

hands and 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

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

time, but it could not have been more than fifteen minutes before a knight rushed to them, partially

catch his breath. “Knight Ryles. I was commanding

you to abandon your post?” the duke questioned

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

think he used that as an alias when he sold the

and turned back to

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

ran a hand through his blue hair. “What

spoke to the 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 return to Veiden in condition for cooperation killing the metal

sail away? Defeat the metal creatures?” the duke

I thought he seemed too close to the snow elves, so I thought…” Ryles trailed off, taken aback by the

“Damn it. This boy… I have no idea what he’s up to. And you.” He pointed to

bizarre and arbitrary, but ultimately, they had clear purpose. He had returned her thesis to

alone, but I’ve never seen him act without a plan. Realistically, what he’s done doesn’t

his daughter. After

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into a more fitting white-fur robe. Ahead, the door was slightly ajar, and a dim sliver of

broken, alive and not free. The sun out my window, it warms me and leaves. No calls and no visits, just me

bluntly put. She pushed open the door and entered. He turned his head towards her. He was buried beneath white fur blankets,

She’s clean.” Argrave spread his arms wide as though celebrating. “You look like a Russian princess with the fancy white-fur coat. It suits

up to him, sitting on the bedside and hefting the sack atop her legs. “What is

questions. They just ignore my weird words and move on, unwilling to admit their own ignorance. A Russian princess, hm?” Argrave

was holding towards Argrave. “Here. I brought preserved fish and meat. Eating rich foods like this is the key to a speedy recovery. Healing magic cannot replace lost blood. Eating was what helped my mother grow back into good health whenever she

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 jerky, if a

rested her hands on her lap. Barring a few shelves with nothing on them

and then kicked me out,” Anneliese said. “I suspect a conclusion

divided a piece of meat with his hands into small, bite-sized pieces. “What, you just gave your account and they

“Yes,” she confirmed.