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.”

and he collapsed back onto the chair

did he

kill yet more. The Lords

why did you abandon your faith?” Orion knelt once

I lost faith,” Durran

is lost already, you cannot

thought it might not be a lie after all. The man had defended him so readily against Orion, even saying

“How? What did he

many things,” Durran

for another uncomfortably long while. Then, he sat down,

“Tell me,” Orion commanded.

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not return

the prince had said some time ago he envied Argrave’s ability to persuade people, the reality remained that this weapon had failed him entirely. Durran was

Though he 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’

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,

as a protest, or a proclamation

into the noon. As Argrave mired himself in angry thoughts of all kind, Galamon standing a fair distance off to the side, someone emerged from the keep. When he saw golden tattoos, his head swam with haze. His tired eyes could barely stay focused, but he recognized

and ran towards him.

the hell did that guy… I

a damn hand on me. If some giant moron with big

Argrave frowned, perplexed.

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humans human is just missing with that guy,” Durran pointed back towards the keep. “Good gods. All night we talked. All night I kept thinking about Drezki’s

did he ask about,

travels, mainly,” Durran pointed towards

gaze went to Galamon, then Anneliese. “He might talk to you, next, then. Corroborate

crossed his arms, nodding. He seemed

for lesson on the Vasquer pantheon,”

down at Durran, feeling great sympathy for

crouching Durran. “Did you have anything to

hope you’re saying that because you’re tired, otherwise I’m going to bash my head

“So, no,” Argrave concluded.

nothing to do with it,” Durran stood. “If I’d known things would end like this, I would

on his hip. “You offered to do this,

he threw his hands up in frustration and

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 that he was still fallible, and

the harsh treatment—not me,” she

nodding. He was

must have the power to say

been repaying the debt to Erlebnis diligently, and he suspected he’ll have fully repaid the debt in two more days. Still, even if he had that power back then, he would have been powerless

Durran without harming him. But Argrave had another goal, now. 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 to rest on his

a pilot light. He looked at Durran who still fumed and questioned,

it matter now? He’s dead.” Durran turned his

“Durran,” Argrave said patiently.

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