Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 42

Nikoletta sat by her father’s bedside, staring down at his chest as it rose and fell. His injuries were healed, leaving not even a scar, and his breathing was steady and unlabored. Still, he refused to awaken.

“It’s been two days, Master Castro. Can you not awaken him yet?” Nikoletta said, trying to keep her tone polite, but finding it difficult to do so in light of her worry.

The old tower master stood beside her, watching the Duke Enrico. “As I told you, the spell to do so would be very costly. I would not leave myself fully drained of magic with the possibility of a recurring attack. I understand your concern, young lady Monticci, but your father is in no immediate danger.”

“Hooh…” Nikoletta sighed, crossing her arms and leaning against her knees. “People in comas get brain damage sometimes, right? What if that happens?”

“What did I say?” Castro asked, then repeated, “Your father is in no immediate danger.”

“You’re right,” she said, lifting her head up. “You’re right. You would know best. I don’t… even know how to begin to thank you, Tower Master. How did you even find out about the invasion?”

Castro shook his head. “It was happenstance I came here. I was looking for a promising Acolyte.”

“Your wyvern… I never intended to…” she muttered. “You sacrificed much for Mateth.”

“I helped of my own accord. If one places their hand in troubled waters, should they rage when their hand is bit? Such is the action of a child, not a man as old as me.” The tower master smiled. “My Gray Owl… I cannot say I am unbothered by the loss, but when you lend something to someone unversed in how to use it properly, you cannot expect them to be a master. He had been by my side for seventy years. Everything dies, eventually.”

“House Monticci’s honor demands we repay this debt,” Nikoletta answered firmly.

“I know, and I do not doubt your house’s honor. Someday, that debt will be collected. I would prefer it to be at a time when neither will suffer further. Should I extort you while your seat of power lies in ruin, your father in a coma? One does not save a life expecting repayment—or at least, not a true savior,” Castro dismissed with a shake of his head. “Take your time, rebuild yourself and your city. Despite my sagging skin, I plan to live for a while yet.” The Tower Master smiled warmly.

“And besides, that squadron of archers you called for helped greatly when they arrived. I had heard of this ‘Ebonice’ through rumor alone, but it is indeed a great enemy to spellcasters.” He retrieved an arrow of the black substance and held it to the light. It resembled obsidian somewhat but was much more translucent.

“You are… a very good man, Master Castro,” Nikoletta said, a great deal of tension draining from her shoulders.

Nikoletta’s mind had grown numb from the constant anxiety the past few days. These events helped her realize how powerless she truly was. With her father incapacitated, she was the regent of the Duchy of Monticci. There was great unrest within the capital Mateth—refugees from the coastal villages swamped the city’s gates, causing great disorder outside.

Inside was little different. There were a few snow elves living within the city, and mobs formed, lynching several of them without provocation. It was a terrible thing, but the military force they had was too small to punish the people that carried out those acts. The guilt weighed at Nikoletta’s mind daily. She lowered her head into her hands, rubbing her tired eyes.

And atop all of that, Argrave was still absent. He could be dead. He could be a captive, tortured and starving. He could… Nikoletta frowned, recalling something the Tower Master had said.

“Master Castro,” she said, straightening her back. “That Acolyte you were looking for… was his name Argrave?”

Castro was taken aback. “Yes, it was. You know of him?”

“Are you serious?” she stood. “But then he…” Her mind fell into disarray.

Did he plan this all along? To have Master Castro come to help at the last minute?

“No… no, that’s ridiculous.” She shook her head.

“You know this boy, young lady Monticci?” the Tower Master questioned.

Nikoletta nodded. “He’s my cousin. He went to Veiden to stop the

with a strong hint of disbelief flavoring his

end of her sentence cut off with another ring. She stepped past the chair and quickly moved to the door, stepping outside into the estate’s hallway. She rushed to a large bay

cut across the sea. The sight of it brought back terrible memories, and Nikoletta’s breathing quickened. She looked out to the ocean beyond, but she saw no other ships. The flag bore atop the ship was white in way of the red flag with the black

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had donned a set of thick black leather robes lined with white fur more suitable for travel. Her

a cloak of white fur over his shoulders in way of lining. “Please. I saw you riding in this same spot when you sailed to Barden. This was on the eve of battle, no less.” He placed one hand on his

he made a speedy retreat back onto the safety of the boat’s railings. Anneliese stared at him. She didn’t smile much, but he had been around

one of the railings, peering out to the

home?” She sat on

a nomad.” Argrave pointed at the chest Anneliese sat atop of. “I’m in good spirits because of those books in

I think that you’re happy because Mateth

the people he’d become intimately acquainted with over the past

maybe I am. It’s a double-edged sword, though. Mateth is still

the world for Gerechtigkeit, but how?” She gazed at

like repeating myself especially, so we’ll wait for Galamon,” Argrave

still intend to bring him

number of

had bound a pigeon to himself and left it resting on the ship’s sail. He commanded the pigeon

his vision spun once more.

on its side, and a great deal of Veidimen pushed out a plank that landed on the beach. They stayed aboard, but Argrave and Anneliese stood. One of the Veidimen cut the rope tying the

arms out. “Feel that? Wind, untainted by snow

of steel-armored knights approached them. One person broke free of the crowd and rushed forward, spurring a horse onward. Argrave suppressed a small little grin as he saw Nikoletta’s obsidian-color hair waving about in the wind. Some knights tried to stop her, but none dared restrain the young lady Monticci

nearer, and her caution overwrote whatever it was that spurred her to move towards him. She slowed the horse and then dismounted,

in one piece,” Argrave

breathing heavily without saying a word. Then, she rushed forward and veritably tackled Argrave, hands wrapped around his

are you—we’re hugging? Well, I certainly didn’t…” Argrave trailed off. He heard

crying?” Argrave turned his head to Anneliese in panic. “Why is she crying?” Anneliese only watched,

chest lightly.

doubly awkward considering the height difference. He didn’t want to get his clothes soaked in tears

said. “Why don’t you tell anyone what you’re doing? Why do you go off on your own like that? You just leave me here with a pit

say for a time. After a while, he opened his mouth and slowly said, “I mean… you’ve still got my clothes in that guest bedroom. Didn’t I say you could take

him a few seconds, but

few days… they’ve been unimaginably stressful. It all just exploded on you.” She took a deep breath, regaining her composure. “I thought I might never see you again. Spent the whole time steeling myself for that. Maybe they’d

the same about you, Argrave thought,

rest for the wicked. That includes the long sleep.” He surveyed his clothes where she’d wept, cleaning them off with

a wyvern. With his help, we repelled the invaders, but the docks are… well, gone. My father… is in a coma, at least for another couple days.” She took a deep breath, as though it was difficult to say aloud. “Ultimately… we barely hung on. But that isn’t important. What in

Argrave retrieved a rolled-up paper from his pocket. “Here. A contract. Peace treaty, I

steadily approaching knights, marching on foot. He turned his head back to the longship. All those

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