Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 191
Orion pushed Durran forward. The tribal moved with the push, turning and sitting on a chair ahead of him. The chair tipped to one side from the force, but Durran put his foot down and got his balance quickly. The prince stepped around Durran as he sat there, catching his breath.
Durran stayed quiet as Orion walked around him, turning his head to ensure the prince was always in his sight, even if only just. There was one thing that life had taught him—you could always say more later, but words spoken can’t be taken back. He stayed quiet, waiting, despite the fact his insides were turning with nervousness. The image of Drezki’s skull being crushed played in his head again and again, and he found himself watching Orion’s hands.
Orion had taken Durran into one of the deepest parts of the abandoned keep. Here, much of the walls had collapsed entirely, but overgrowing plants gave the illusion that they were still inside. He could hear dripping water somewhere, but beyond that, there was only his own breath and Orion’s steady pacing. Some water had flooded the place, causing the occasional splash as the prince’s feet fell.
Time passed like this for what seemed like an eternity. Orion simply walked around Durran time and time again, gray eyes staring down at him coldly. Durran thought nearly half an hour had passed, but he still stuck to his plan of saying nothing.
The prince knelt down before Durran, placing his face so close he could feel his breath. It startled him, and Durran reeled back his head.
“Did you kill my brother?” Orion asked simply, voice a low whisper.
Durran tried to speak, but his voice failed him. After swallowing, he said, “No.”
Orion moved his hand forward slowly and wrapped it around Durran’s neck. His fingers were uncomfortably long. “I can feel your blood flow. Every beat of your heart. It will tell me if you lie. I’ll ask again: did you kill my brother?”
“No,” repeated Durran, neck tight in apprehension.
“Did you have anything to do with my brother’s death?” Orion pressed, fingers steady as steel.
“No,” Durran said again. He swallowed, Adam’s apple pushing against Orion’s hand unpleasantly.
Orion stared straight at Durran’s eyes, and both held their gaze unflinchingly. The prince’s stare seemed to be piercing into his soul. Orion’s fingers straightened, releasing Durran from their grip.
“I couldn’t actually tell anything from that,” Orion confessed in a dire whisper.
Durran blinked in a mixture of confusion and shock.
Orion put his hand on his knee and remained kneeling in front of Durran. “Are you truly a faithful of Vasquer?”
Durran hesitated only a beat before answering, “Yes,” with a slow, steady nod.
The prince’s jaw clenched. “Were you always?”
“No,” Durran answered quickly.
Orion stood, staring down at him. “Why did you abandon your old faith?”
Durran stared up at the prince, blinking as he considered his answer carefully. “…because of Argrave,” he said, hoping to use that man as his saving grace.
Durran was hanging on by a thread, it felt like. Argrave had told him of some of the gods of Vasquer in case he had to interact with Orion, but the information didn’t stick well. He knew little of the Vasquer faith, any of its gods, or its religious practices. He barely knew his own people’s gods. All he knew was that Fellhorn trampled upon his people, and the gods were not his friend. All he could hope was that Argrave’s name might keep this man’s wrath away from him.
“What did Argrave say to you?” Orion grasped Durran’s chin, angling it upwards.
Durran took more time to think, then answered in staccato speech on account of his held chin, “Not what he said. What he did.”
Orion pulled Durran forward, and the tribal strained, standing up off the chair. “What did he do?” Orion insisted.
Durran put his hands on Orion’s wrist and managed to loosen his chin enough to speak normally. “He killed a herald for the strongest god in the Burnt Desert. Fellhorn, the god of rain and floods. An ancient god. And more than that, he saved my life.”
Durran, and he collapsed
he kill?” Orion
Durran said honestly. “He also got others to kill yet more.
your faith?” Orion knelt
faith,” Durran
is lost already, you cannot be a true
came easily, unlike the other lies about his faith. But then, Durran thought it might not be a lie after all.
What did he say? What
Durran
stare steady for another uncomfortably long while. Then, he sat down,
“Tell me,” Orion commanded.
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did not return
doing whatever he pleased clung to him like a disease. Though the prince had said some time ago he envied Argrave’s ability to persuade people, the
floundered about for a time after, searching for solutions that did not exist, only one thing eventually offered him any comfort—studying the B-rank spell [Bloodfeud Bow]. The past few days’ eagerness to breach the barrier to a higher rank of magic morphed into
his lap as he studied the matrix it conjured. Though Galamon and Anneliese both attempted to pull him from the task to seek rest, he stubbornly refused to listen. After a time, even Anneliese gave up the idea of persuading him, and merely stood guard as Argrave studied. The day passed, and then the night, but he
or a proclamation of innocence. Argrave didn’t care what they
noon. As Argrave mired himself in angry thoughts of all kind, Galamon standing a fair distance off to the side, someone emerged from the
aside the book and ran towards him. His eyes checked many spots, searching
you… what the hell did that
on me. If some
Argrave frowned, perplexed.
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back towards
did he ask about, then?”
Durran pointed towards
then Anneliese. “He might talk to you, next, then.
his arms,
for lesson on the Vasquer pantheon,” Durran
great sympathy for the man. Then, his
“Did you have
at him. “Do you think I have soup for brains? I hope you’re saying that because you’re tired, otherwise I’m going to bash my head against a rock until I pass to this promised
“So, no,” Argrave concluded.
course I had nothing to do with it,” Durran stood. “If I’d known things would end like this, I would never have agreed to this stupid request,
hand on his hip. “You offered to do this, as
on your tongue,” he threw his hands up in frustration and stepped away, shaking his head
Anneliese. He felt the urge to hold her, like she was a feather that could be blown away by any stray wind. This event served as a reminder
treatment—not me,” she reminded
He was not
like some mantra vested in him. Never again. You must have the
diligently, and he suspected he’ll have fully repaid the debt in two more days. Still, even if he
had to make sure something like that could never happen again. He’d been too lax—too content. He had gained much, and that had led him
golden eyes lit with a veritable flame as steady as a pilot light. He looked at Durran
does it matter now? He’s dead.” Durran turned his
“Durran,” Argrave said patiently.
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