Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 150
“Garm mouthed off to the Alchemist?” Argrave questioned while rubbing his chest, taking deliberate and heavy breaths. Anneliese had placed some accommodations in the room—the end of the bed had a chair to accommodate Argrave’s dangling feet, and she had placed a large couch just beside the bed for herself. In addition, some food was ready and stocked.
The pain was beginning in earnest. It was a constant dull ache, rising ever upwards in intensity. It had been manageable at first—ignorable, even. But it kept growing and growing, becoming all-consuming. It reminded Argrave, strangely enough, of having eaten something incomprehensibly spicy. The pain appeared tame for a time—half a minute, maybe. But the fire would keep growing, consuming one’s throat, one’s mouth, with such a steady pace that the moment seemed to last forever.
Unlike a hot pepper’s spice, there was no respite from this pain. No milk, nothing to offer temporary relief. It was just an ache rising ever higher, like a room slowly flooding. The worst part was that Argrave saw no ceiling in sight—it stood to keep growing, eating away more and more at all other sensations. The uncertainty bred nervousness, fear.
A month of this, Argrave told himself mentally. This is nothing. First step on the stair. Gotta be better.
“…and so they refuse to enter,” Anneliese said.
Argrave looked at her, realizing she’d been talking while he’d been lost in thought. “Sorry, got lost in my own world,” he confessed.
“They ran into the Alchemist, and he told them to get out of their sight after some words,” she summarized what she had said quickly. “Now, they fear retribution, so they stay far from the castle.”
A stab of pain seized Argrave’s head, and he inhaled through clenched teeth, veritably hissing.
“Useless imbeciles,” he said loudly, his own voice echoing in his head. “What good are they?”
Anneliese looked off to the side, saying nothing.
“Damn it all,” Argrave cursed. “No… they’re not imbeciles. Pain… pain makes your irritable. Forget what I said.” The stabbing subsided in his head, and once it did, he interrogated further, “What the hell did they say to the man?”
“They avoided the subject,” Anneliese crossed her arms.
“Christ. I might be pissing blood soon, and they’re playing about with our local twenty-foot-tall psychopath!” Argrave stroked his head, his shouting making his headache worse. “I can’t catch a break? Even now?!”
Anneliese stared at him patiently. “Is there anything you need?”
“Yeah,” Argrave nodded. “Choke me until I’m unconscious, see you tomorrow,” he gave a salute.
She lowered her head, unamused by his joke.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Maybe you… maybe you shouldn’t be here. I’m just going to be a moody prick for days on end. No one deserves to be subject to that, least of all…” he shook his head. “Just go, join Galamon.”
“I made up my mind, Argrave,” she said simply without a moment’s hesitation. “You expect me to leave you to fend for yourself? Could you? We know not how bad this will get,” she pointed out.
“But—”
Alchemist entered. His steps seemed heavier than normal, somehow. Argrave tensed, quieting and sitting up in the bed. Wordlessly, the Alchemist came to stand before Argrave. He held his hand out, an eyeball forming within his palm once more. His gray eye shone with
stood there, as still and shiny as a nightstand lamp. Argrave stayed silent, doing his best
You descend from that golden serpent. Vasquer. She had a union with
to walk around the bed, hand remaining stationary. It reminded Argrave of the way a chicken’s head could stay totally still as it moved. After a long while where Argrave cast uncertain glances at Anneliese, the
his face firm, but his cheeks were soon squished by an indomitable force—not enough to hurt, but enough to move him, certainly. Not that Argrave could notice if it did hurt, what with the
her expression morphed by surprise. She looked concerned but hesitated
laughter, smiles,” the Alchemist noted. Argrave felt some strain on his neck as he was lifted upwards somewhat. He raised his hand up, hesitant to stop the Alchemist. Before he could make up his mind, Argrave was released suddenly, falling back to the bed. “Every time I listen to this room, I hear your babbling. Inane complaints. Witticisms. Delusions of grandeur made
stared indignantly with brows furrowed and
said. “Words fail half
figured it was a rhetorical
the Alchemist commanded, and
off, before finishing,
words fail to describe them. They
now, Argrave thought,
a metaphor,” Argrave
things,” the Alchemist stated, voice a pitch lower—this alarmed Argrave very much, because he knew it was a sign of anger. “Words are a veneer—metaphor is yet another façade atop this veneer, another
that the Alchemist had used a metaphor to disparage metaphors, but he focused on what
on the titan looming above his bed. “Words are
Alchemist groaned once again, a vast mouth on his stomach opening up. Black smoke started to rise up into the high ceiling. He walked to the wall. It parted like burning twigs twisting from a flame, revealing the
that he was about to experience an elaborate eviction because he lost a debate he
all,” the Alchemist said, pure contempt showing on his voice—a rare divergence from the constant apathy. “No
wishing to make the same mistake as last
interrupted. “Talking is an assault. Yet it is the strangest form of assault, doing no genuine harm. The spoken word plants itself within your
time, the words batter at the mind, until the ‘you’ that once was is only a memory, and your thoughts
go to any lengths to justify their lifestyle, Argrave thought drolly, finding
hordes charge each other, spite in their gut… everything
to stand before Argrave’s bed. He stayed there for a long while, doing nothing. Argrave could not relax his vigilance.
out of the room. Argrave stared at the threshold like the man might reemerge at
minute passed. Another. Finally, Argrave collapsed back into the bed,
god damn was that
bed. Argrave kept his eyes on
her hand away, blood was on her fingers. Argrave kept his eyes on that for a
guess… time to find out if I’d crack under torture,”
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