Jackal Among Snakes

“I see no reason to think that Delbraun would cheat us on this matter,” Elias said with a determined stare at Argrave. “He will give us his answer at the end of the banquet, just as he said.” He still sat in the stone chair beside the table they’d spoken to Delbraun at. Argrave leaned up against the terrace’s railing.

Argrave sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “I wonder, then, why he can’t be found anywhere in the banquet hall.” Argrave lowered his hand. “What did I tell you? I specifically told you not to let him answer later. I didn’t think I needed to specify if the quantity of time was hours or days. Evidently I was wrong,” Argrave said exasperatedly.

“Count Delbraun will come back,” Elias insisted.

“Here’s what I think will happen. Hours will pass, and then the banquet will end. Servants will refuse us, citing some annoyance the count must deal with—or perhaps he’s simply fallen asleep in deep contemplation.” Argrave shook his head. “There’s a term for this. Stonewalling.”

“You are too cynical,” Elias said finally, refusing to argue the point further. Elias’ retainer, Helmuth, seemed to share Argrave’s sentiments, but he did not voice them.

“Fine. Whatever. I did my best,” Argrave shrugged in defeat. “I don’t think we’re at risk anymore, and Anneliese will still be watching for suspicious happenings. Let us wait to see who is right.” He looked to Stain, who sat at the table still. “Stain,” he called out, and the teenager raised his head. Argrave reached into his pockets, retrieving a small pouch. “Here. Well-earned,” he tossed it.

Stain caught the pouch, perplexed. He opened it, peering within, then quickly shut it and looked around. “Gods, you have to stop carrying this much around. Four rose gold coins?”

“Hope you like it,” Argrave said, falling into thought.

“Well… whatever happens, I’m no longer a Jast.” Stain pocketed the pouch. “Every bit helps. I have to leave this place. Leave this city. I want to vomit.”

“Try not to puke, please,” Argrave advised idly, busy thinking.

I think I can finish my business in Jast without a problem. Elbraille doesn’t seem to intend to go public with his support of Vasquer for a while yet.

“Argrave,” began Elaine. “Perhaps you might simply enjoy the rest of the banquet for what it is?”

Argrave lowered his gaze to meet Elaine’s. He considered her point for a moment, then shook his head. “The food is likely cold by now.”

“The servants are adept,” she countered. “And I see something fine over there. Would you like to come?”

“Sure,” Argrave finally agreed.

Elaine and Argrave walked back into the mostly empty banquet hall, heading to a table full of fine foods. Argrave looked around at the various foods, puzzled, before finally settling for a piece of bread with a shake of his head.

“I don’t know what half of this stuff is,” he commented, tearing the bread and taking a bite. Once he’d finished chewing, he commented, “At the very least, this is certainly bread.”

“You could try something new,” she suggested, retrieving a plate of strangely cut meat sloshed with some yellow sauce.

worse? I’ll stick to this any day.” Argrave waved

key. Hard

not so bad. You speak well. I

his head. “I don’t care what these people

must say, I have never been asked to a banquet on business before,” she looked around

prefer to have been asked for other reasons?” he inquired,

her red hair. “Were it you, though, I think I would have liked it very

food in his mouth. Elaine smiled at him as he chewed quickly, swallowing. He asked cautiously, “Are you being

am?” she returned

Argrave set the bread down, feeling it was out of place for

men have tried to court me. I have considered some. And now,

her face that betrayed some of her personality. The dress she wore

want me to… court you?” Argrave asked, but Elaine only crossed her

to earn money. That alone means more to me than you know. I know that you treat the people close to you well—those two you would call ‘friend,’ Anneliese and Galamon, are evidence enough of that. And I think that… I think I

the

beautiful woman, Elaine, but beyond only that, you’re

doesn’t sound as though you’re about to

“Let me ask you this. Could you, tomorrow, set aside everything that you’ve built and leave Jast to go wandering for years on end? This is no journey of self-discovery,

you

in my long, long journey. I lingered here far longer than I wanted to. There is… something that I have to

toying with me?” she

his head. “If only. When I leave Jast, I’m headed to the Burnt

serious,” she

something there.” Argrave shrugged. “When my business in the Burnt Desert is done, I have to head to the northeast of Vasquer. Maybe you’ve heard rumors of the plague beginning there?” Argrave smiled bitterly. “It’s more dangerous than this civil

hands. “After that, more, more, and more. I cannot rest. I cannot afford it. All the money in my pocket

earlier, was you…” she trailed off.

leaning up against the table. “You see, now, why your offer is

from Argrave, arms crossed as she lost herself in thought. Eventually, her green eyes fell back upon Argrave. “I felt that you were being… especially considerate of me. Was I wrong,

wanted a transactional relationship more than a

weren’t wrong,” he stated

hopeful given his answer. “Then, when all is said and done… when those three years have passed…” she said the

Elaine shifted uncomfortably on account of their privacy being so quickly disturbed. The doorway opposite the entryway opened once more, and Count Delbraun stepped out. Beside him was an ashen-haired woman with orange eyes.

servants retrieve you all