Jackal Among Snakes

Though Argrave knew that something needed to be said to Orion, those words did not come to his head immediately as the two of them walked away from the rest of the party. They entered into the keep of the fortress that had manifested after the battle had concluded. Argrave glanced around at decrepit wooden furniture covered in equal parts by wood rot and growths from the wetlands.

Argrave came to stand over a table. Orion stood opposite it, staring at Argrave with curiosity as he waited for him to speak. Though Argrave briefly contemplated sitting in a chair, he saw its thin, shaky legs rotted out and decided against it.

“That centaur getting away bodes ill,” Argrave began, starting at the problem Orion had caused. “Centaurs—they’re closer to man than beast, and they can communicate with our foes. He can report to the commanders of the other fortresses, or even the Plague Jester herself.”

“You fear our enemies will take note of us? They already have—they harass us during this whole journey, brother,” Orion stepped around the table.

Argrave mirrored his brother’s steps, circling around the table opposite him. “This is different. These beasts that assail as we travel… they sense intruders and hunt them, but little else—now, you’ve displayed your power, stated your intent plainly. If the commanders are warned, the final assault will be all the more difficult. They’ll group up.”

Orion lowered his head. “I apologize.”

Argrave sighed. “I don’t get why this is happening. Back at camp, you lunged at Silvic as though she were your nemesis without any provocation whatsoever. Now, someone attacks you first, and you let them stab you? You let their ally get away?”

“I apologize,” Orion repeated sincerely, lowering his head further.

“I don’t want an apology. I want to know why,” Argrave insisted.

Orion raised a hand to the table before him, placing his fingers against it almost gingerly. The battle he’d just endured had destroyed both of his gauntlets, leaving only scraps of loosely hanging metal with broken enchantments behind.

“Do you ever grow lonely, Argrave?” Orion raised his head, gray eyes emotionless.

Argrave thought for half a second before answering, “Not lately. But I did, once. A lot.”

against the decrepit table, pushing it lightly and watching the thin wood bend and bounce back into place. “I cannot grow lonely. I

grown rather less afraid of Orion lately, so he dared say, “But that doesn’t answer my question. Why do you

inch as wood splinters fell at his feet. “Because I don’t understand,” Orion said, voice

natural order, and the world can only truly be perfect when their dominion extends from the tall mountains of Dirracha to the distant corners of the world. I have ninety-eight parents, brother—my mother, our father, and all the gods of Vasquer. Each and all taught

go out into the world with their teachings in my mind, with the support of all my parents, both within and without…” Orion clenched his fist. “And I find that learning to do something is wholly different from putting it into action. The task is simple:

“Me?” Argrave questioned. “What?”

table to stand before Argrave. “The people whisper of you staying an invasion from the Veidimen by treating with them in their land. This action saved the lives of thousands of faithful in Mateth. What’s more, Durran described your exploits against the foul heralds of Fellhorn. All of this… I could never have done it. I don’t understand

I confess… I confess I am quite stupid. I have always been slow to read books, last to comprehend lectures. Though my instincts and will are second to none, and I have my parents at my back… I am impulsive, easily angered. Yet personality is not a static thing, and wisdom is more than equal to intelligence. Personality changes and morphs based

this sort to anyone—certainly never the player in ‘Heroes of

be better times in the future to try and learn,” Argrave said gently. “Right now… right now, we have only allies and enemies. Even I am aware of that. Our foe seeks to genocide Vasquer with disease and rot. Will you let that

“She is the enemy, yet you use her

molded and twisted into what he is now. He was a convergence of so many forces, stretched so thin by so many it was a wonder he was functional at all. If Argrave might teach him something to be a

plague. Millions could die if Orion continued to act indecisively as he had earlier. It would be tremendously stupid to

exclusive. And Argrave could get more time, if he got

get that. He took a deep breath, battling with his desire to be disentangled from the man before him. Orion was dangerous. They had

you,” Argrave said quietly. “When things are all done, I can help you with that. Experience. Understanding. Growth.” He took a step forward, looking up at the prince. “For now, put all

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pleased by his vague offer and his empty assurances, Argrave was not entirely

he had it, but once his mind had rejuvenated he was consumed by feelings of impatience and frustration. He felt the

due to her, he suspected—she understood him without him needing to say much at all. Argrave had recalled some people claiming that arguments and fights were the sign of a growing relationship—if they did not argue, it was uninteresting and pointless. Argrave supposed their life was interesting enough to make up for it and was content

headache not quite as severe as yesterday. The Waxknights had better morale, having lost none of their

all night fretting and worrying about what Orion taught me, and then I get it right,” he explained hollowly to Argrave