Jackal Among Snakes

“We have to make this look real,” Argrave told Anneliese. This was many days earlier, back when they were still at the Tower of the Gray Owl. “Part of being deceitful, as these Magisters are, is expecting the same from just about everybody. Vera and Hegazar will both be looking for a ruse from the other. They’re enemies—the paranoia will already be up and running. The acting is pivotal. What’s more, you have to squeeze Vera hard, like you’re actually on the fringe and looking to be recruited.”

Anneliese nodded, rotating an empty bowl on the table with her hands as she listened. “What is the plan if one of them, or either of them, suspect a scheme?”

Argrave looked to the side, then leaned back in his chair. “I expect they’ll go along with it regardless. They’ll just have a plan prepared at the end of things to ruin our day. If Vera suspects, she’ll assume this is Hegazar’s ruse. If Hegazar suspects, the opposite is true. If both suspect the other… they’re too mired in hatred to even consider the other innocent, and the whole point of this is to stop them from uniting against us.”

The bowl stopped rotating when Anneliese ceased fiddling with it. “You said Vera is spiteful. If she suspects… there could be danger.”

“With Hegazar on my side? She’d take no chances of escalation. These two are both S-rank mages, and in unfamiliar territory—neither want a fight. They’d gladly kill each other, but only if there was no risk involved.” Argrave leaned forward. “No way in hell I’d ask this of you if I thought you’d be in danger. As things stand, things are more dangerous if we don’t do it. These two can and will cooperate against us for the sake of their own greed. They’d have no qualms capturing and torturing us for information.”

Anneliese stared at the bowl, and then her amber eyes turned to him resolutely. “I see. I will follow your judgement, then.”

Argrave smiled. “Glad that’s the case. Any improvements to suggest, thoughts?”

“I think…” Anneliese put her hand to her chin. “I think I am better at fooling people than I once was. Even still, I am not at all confident in doing this flawlessly.”

Argrave put his arm up on the chair he sat at, thinking. “Beyond what we already discussed… if you want some advice, a lot of lying is being honest. It’s easier to tell a lie if you can think, ‘this is technically true.’ A little trick of the mind.”

Anneliese tilted her head, fixing her white hair back into place when it fell over her eyes. “You have a proposal?”

“Couples therapy,” Argrave spread his arms out. “In a sense, at least. If you have any grievances… things you dislike about me, things you disliked me doing, you bring them up right then. Bring that repressed anger and frustration to the surface. I can understand if it might be—”

“I believe I can do that,” Anneliese interrupted. “That is very good advice.”

Argrave narrowed his eyes, then cleared his throat and moved on. “Alright then. If you think Vera is buying it, undo the braid on your hair. Between that and Galamon…”

Both of their eyes moved to the other person in the room. Galamon sat there, his arms crossed. His stern face was markedly sterner than usual.

“Really, Galamon. This’ll be a big help,” Argrave assured. “Unparalleled.”

“Hmm,” he grunted simply.

Argrave looked to the ground, clearly uncomfortable. In the corner, Durran threw some raisins into his mouth, looking at Galamon with an incredulous pity.

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Vera?” Argrave asked,

“You spared me

we’ve done, where we are—you want

had recovered from the initial surprise of Anneliese coming to join with her. Now, her face was stone cold

isn’t important, now…” Hegazar cut

to know,” Argrave said,

said plainly. “You keep doing things that endanger everyone, no matter how much I try and talk you down from

And I hear you—you’ve made your message

head. “Can you change? You said your eyes would

takes time,” he insisted, starting to feel it a little. “Anneliese. Come on. What are

Magister Vera for this opportunity.” She took a deep breath. “The engagement, the blood magic in the wetlands, or your constant obsession with gaining power… even this thing happening right now. You consult

Argrave did not have to try and act at all. He had no idea those things were bothering her—just as Anneliese said, she’d never expressed any of it. He briefly tried to temper her words with

thought I couldn’t handle hearing that, Argrave told himself, stoking his own flame. What does she think I am, sugar

He was glad when Galamon

made a vow before Veid,” Galamon said coldly. “Have

Galamon. Step back. I tire of hearing you preach of Veid and will be glad to be

crook of his arm. “You might throw away your soul, but I cannot

arm up and cast a spell in one swift motion. A spear of ice hurtled towards Galamon’s head. He jerked to the side, and then collapsed to the ground in a fountain of blood. Cursing in surprise at the amount of blood, Argrave ran up to Galamon and conjured a B-rank ward with his ring. Hegazar

Argrave said in

his hand to his neck. Argrave held his hand, casting a healing spell for show. Though such spells

close, whispering, “Thanks for this. Really, thank you.

Argrave in what might have been spite, and he flinched away.

scrambled to get it and handed it to Galamon covertly, blocking people’s view with

questioned after a while, watching Galamon’s neck. It was too covered in blood to be

Galamon confirmed. “Damn you. Damn her. What

he quickly lowered himself to support the elven

of his weight on Argrave. The Veidimen was ridiculously heavy, and

head off, Anneliese!” Argrave

Kinslayer!” Hegazar shouted above him. “I’ll clean up your mess.

side, hauling the great giant of an elf with every bit of strength he had. Once there, he watched Vera and Anneliese like they were lionesses with