Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 134

Though Argrave had wished to inform Brium of what Crislia had said immediately, the Lord of Copper had been preoccupied with something. Anneliese and Argrave spent that time planning for how to handle the changing situation. Ridden with anxiety, he had returned the next day, catching the Vessel early in the morning.

“She told me to ‘know my place?’” Brium questioned, one hand placed atop the other on the table as he stared at Argrave.

“Well…” Argrave trailed off, acting hesitant to repeat it.

Brium sat there for a while in the silence. He tapped one finger against the back of his hand, gaze distant. Eventually, he stood up, pacing about the room.

“…I’ll give her an answer. Tomorrow.” He turned his head to Argrave. “And things will be expedited because of it. When one is spurned, love can turn to hatred overnight. She must have something prepared for both answers—Crislia plays both sides against each other, she always has. Immediately after my refusal, there will be retaliation.”

Argrave took a deep breath and gaze a steady nod, resolving himself. On this front, he and Anneliese had been correct. He had done everything he could. He could only hope Durran moved as quickly as he did and did not lose himself in indecision.

“Indeed, we might expect their attack tomorrow, as soon as my answer is given,” Brium placed his hand to his chin. “This suits me fine; I have everything in place. But you… you will head to the southron elves. You will prepare them, and then I will expect to see them coming to Cyprus tomorrow morning. Yarra will accompany you to gather them—no exceptions,” he pointed his finger. “I will stall for your arrival.”

Though hesitant, Argrave did eventually give a nod of agreement. “She’ll have to wear a veil, but I can certainly make this happen.”

“Then make it so,” the Lord of Copper snapped. “Rushing water is always cleaner than stagnant water. And Sethia will soon become as clean as ever.”

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“Why did you lie to me?” Durran demanded, holding his glaive to Titus’ neck. The blade was made of a black bone, and sharpened enough to rival any blade. The merchant wearing red and gold sat across from him with hands still, maintaining complete ambivalence to the situation.

“Because it was easier,” said Titus.

“Easier?” Durran repeated. “No—I know that’s not true. Even if you’d been honest that Brium intended to betray us, I would have gone along with it. You’re one of us—you used to be. You know we would take this chance to liberate Sethia. You just wanted us to be unaware. Wanted us to die.”

Titus pressed his finger to the glaive, pushing it away. “I won’t answer,” Titus said boldly. “Go. Do your duty. After Crislia’s intervention, the battle will come all the sooner.”

Durran stood. “Answer me, damnit, or I’ll cut your head clean off.”

Titus’ golden eyes remained firm. “You would lose the battle without the men under my control to help you.”

“I don’t care. We haven’t attacked yet. I can call this thing off—I still have that luxury. If you won’t explain yourself, I’ll ruin whatever you had planned.” Durran readied his glaive.

voice cold and cautious. He stepped up beside

Titus shook his

out as metal met metal. Boarmask held his hand against the blade. It had bit through the

at the glaive. Sweat

you too, pig. Don’t think I won’t,” Durran said coldly. “These are my people’s lives, and he was ready to throw them away. He would see them battered and broken in the

not the answer,” Boarmask shook his head,

is an answer. Even if it’s wrong, it’s an answer. I don’t like leaving questions unanswered, you

Titus and Durran. He drew the mace at

“I won’t allow things to fall apart. Sethia must be liberated. The injustice here cannot

injustice to end another. Whatever

After things have settled, I will

Durran yelled. “Not until I get answers. So step aside,

your people would die,”

not taking his gaze off of Boarmask. The armored knight dropped his mace, raising

gestured, standing

in either,” Titus said. “The Vessels are merely the current

are you talking

unending rain of Fellhorn.” Titus waved between the two of them. “I have no love for the Vessels. They stole

intensity softened a little, a vague

ruled over this vast desert. They wrested control from the southron elves—burned their cities, butchered their people, destroyed their knowledge.” Titus crossed his arms. “And after?

their people to death. A tyranny of a different type—a human tyranny. I would not suffer your people’s

matter who got in the way, is that it?” Durran

it,” Titus spread his arms out. “There’s your answer. I kept you ignorant because you are

down in silence, hand

the Vessels. With Crislia’s intervention, the battle will come soon. But as far as I am concerned, your people

Titus, sending him sprawling against the chair. The flimsy wooden thing shattered. He turned

do our part, Titus,” Durran said coldly. “And then we’ll settle

slowly rising to his feet amidst the shattered chair. Boarmask’s gaze lingered on Titus for a

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sore and unrested from the wearying journey to the

arrived back at the flat stretch of sand they had first entered into the southron elves’ territory. Argrave didn’t know if the elves had time enough to migrate, but

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