Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 100
Argrave stepped through a pool of dark red water, the sound of the sloshing echoing out across the lower levels. The Sentinels were near, but they gave the three of them a cautious distance. The disgusting wetness at Argrave’s feet made his skin crawl, but he had to bear with it. There was a sense of urgency to his step that spurred his feet forward, yet the persistent aching in his chest made him check his speed.
Despite Argrave’s grand show of faux power in causing the canals to overflow, what he had created was, in effect, a scarecrow. Upon seeing the ridiculous, people were far more amenable to suggestion. Bloodred water flooding the lower levels coupled with Argrave’s leading words—his solution had worked for now, but if the Sentinels were to examine things closer, they would see Argrave’s construction was of straw and wood, not ancient royal heritage as he posited.
“Are you sure the scalpel will be where you lead us?” questioned Anneliese quietly.
“No,” returned Argrave happily. “Might be things have deviated. The scalpel may have been moved. If that’s the case, we will be… in an unfavorable position.”
“’Deviated,’” Anneliese repeated. “Interesting word. It implies a set course.”
Argrave looked at Anneliese. “You know another interesting word? Deviant. Stop making me out to be one. And stop being one yourself, while we’re at it.”
Anneliese laughed quietly, and Argrave felt some his tension dispel with their light banter. He took a deep breath, wincing when his lungs ached, and soldiered on.
“Some of the Sentinels are watching us,” Galamon noted. “They were assigned to do so by Alasdair. The remainder are giving us a decent distance.”
Argrave nodded, directing his companion, “Keep me posted.”
As they proceeded further into the lower levels of the Order’s headquarters, the water level slowly dissipated until the only sound echoing out was the squishing of their wet boots against the stone. They kept a respectable pace, heading into the right hallway. Argrave’s spell light illuminated the path ahead.
After proceeding down the hallway for a time, an opening to the side revealed stairs descending lower yet. Argrave took them, keeping a steady pace and ensuring he kept his hand on the handrail. He wanted to rush, but his feet were heavy with water and he didn’t want to strain himself.
The sights down the stairs were untouched by the water. The fresh corpses of Guardians, vampires, and Sentinels littered the place. Argrave did his best to ignore them and press on.
“Has to be at the farthest point, doesn’t it…” Argrave muttered to himself.
the vampires in the Low Way had made those origins almost unrecognizable. There were strange paintings on the walls, with a crudeness likened to what one might see in Neanderthalic cave paintings. They were very obviously made of blood. Some were calendars, while others were strange depictions of people
were unimaginably detailed, as though made by an artist who’d had hundreds of years to perfect the craft—and indeed, some of the vampires may have been creating these crude paintings for a time as long as that. But despite the quality of
Each were hobbies taken up by the vampires to pass the centuries. They were all wrong in some varied ways. Faces on sculptures were twisted, for instance. They were alien in the sense that they didn’t seem to be made to appeal to human
art that appealed
prodded Galamon, pointing to the door. “That’s our
long pause. He had to tear his gaze away from a statue. He moved forward hastily, grabbing the door and pulling it open.
the center, but it had been overturned by three bodies—a vampire grappling with two Guardians. All three seemed to have died together. One
display case with a velvet cushion that had been splayed out across the room. He kneeled down, picking
Behind him, Anneliese noticed something, and bent down to pick it up. She raised
“Argrave,” she spoke.
scalpel in two fingers, its blade no larger than Argrave’s thumbnail. It shone with red inscriptions, like glistening rubies embedded in elaborate weaving
said excitedly, stepping forward. He held one hand out, and Anneliese gingerly handed the
I can… feel it,” she cautioned
the eyes, then delicately took the scalpel. And indeed, she was right—he felt a resonance coming from the blade, like the repulsion from a magnet near another magnet. In this case, though, the
chest, he felt a rising triumph. “Now… we can finally start getting the hell out of here.”
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and tense, as though whatever lay on the
to the throne of Vasquer had gone through great lengths to remain in
table. His royal knight escort stood before him, silent, as
I am… and I had to learn this secondhand?” Induen lifted his head up. “None of you were able to find out this information? No one knew that my half-brother,” Induen tapped
of the royal knights said anything, standing silently with heads lowered and
of my other half-brothers—Levin, Magnus, none of them, no.” Induen wagged his finger. “No… it was the
situation was ridiculous. “That’s my sworn enemy,” the prince’s laughter grew to a crescendo, and then Induen continued grimly, “He’s dedicated himself to setting the road ahead of me aflame,”
those beady eyes pop out of his head… fed him
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