Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave stood just beside Galamon, Anneliese on his other side. He felt a sense of relief no longer being surrounded by twelve additional warm bodies. This was because the twelve warm bodies that generally guarded him were instead training. At present, they trained in archery. Even the morning before they departed, Galamon insisted they receive basic training.

“They’re decently equipped, Your Majesty,” Galamon told Argrave. “Ebonice daggers, brought by Anneliese’s friend Hirnala… I prefer axes, myself. Most Veidimen infantrymen do. Handles can be wooden without hindering the ice’s effect, they offer additional reach to keep the spell away from your body, and they’re still effective as instruments of war.” Galamon crossed his arms. “Nonetheless, these daggers they’re equipped with will suffice against lesser mages. I’d like to request some spellcasters to perform training with genuine spells.”

Argrave nodded, more focused on the archery display. “I’d like to request that, too. We don’t have many. Spellcasters like to avoid the big cities, generally… it makes it difficult for practice, et cetera. We’re lacking woefully,” He shook his head. “Only the Wratsons have some to spare, I should think. I don’t like the idea of owing a debt to their vampiric patriarch…”

“Hmm,” Galamon grunted. “The armor… certainly not the same quality as those in the royal forges of Dirracha. Metal’s fine, but the enchantments… they’re only protective. It’s not the same.” Galamon grabbed at his old armor. “The forges in Dirracha use old enchantment techniques that enhance strength, speed… that, coupled with the crown Your Majesty had me retrieve from that elven tomb, and I am far and away the best equipped. I can fight six of them at once.”

“I think that’s more because of you than them,” Argrave turned his head. “Afraid I can’t do anything about their enchantments. Dirracha reforges old elven artifacts into armor, you know. They don’t forge new equipment. Most of it is locked away in Dirracha. After Levin’s betrayal, I’m not sure the forges even have material.”

“I see,” Galamon nodded. “They’ve a lot to learn. At swordsmanship, most excel. It’s a common weapon here. But archery, spears, axes… pitiful.”

Argrave watched as an arrow hit in the center of a dummy’s head. “Pitiful?”

“They’re standing still on a windless field,” Galamon shook his head.

“Maybe specialization isn’t so bad,” Argrave suggested. “Using so many weapons…”

“The best must be versatile. Knowing how to use a weapon means knowing how to fight against it, too. To guard a king? To guard with their lives? They are still lacking,” Galamon declared, voice a low growl. “But they have good spirits, and they are willing to learn. Anneliese was right about their character. And once they learn, they can teach others. Twelve can become twelve hundred. The foundation of a structure is the most pivotal for building high.”

“…let’s not get carried away,” Argrave said quietly.

“Let me advise Your Majesty as one who stood beside Dras in his conquest—as someone with grand ambitions, one cannot compromise for anything less than perfection,” Galamon said loudly, showing his commitment to his words. “The quality and cohesion of the kingdom’s forces are paramount, especially considering what comes in the future.”

Argrave looked at his vampiric companion, staring at his white eyes. “Alright. I trust you on this. I made you knight-commander not just to keep you close, but because I knew there is no one better fitting for that role on the continent.”

Galamon turned his head away. Argrave couldn’t tell if the words pleased him.

“On another front… how goes the self-drinking?” he asked.

do

dangerous. “No… I see it. And it

It if starts to fade, maybe pick it up again. In the future, you might

eventually asked, “…what is the eye?

about. I’m not privy to such details, even as obsessed with this world as I was. Sometimes,

that’s a fitting word. There’s obsession in these artifacts,” Galamon said, voice low. “The knife, Althazar… it’s self-hatred. The bowl… I’m

best not to get too absorbed into what they are,” Argrave said pointedly. “These are a means to an end.

this one,” Galamon said. “One that excises the vampiric beasts yet

you,”

be more than mortal. I want to live a

training royal guard for a time, listening to the sound of their bowstrings twanging,

vampirism with no downsides—not even the whole ‘drinking blood’ part,” Argrave said evenly. “As it happens, though, you live in a time where the peaceful family life you want is threatened

Galamon asked. “Don’t mistake me—I will

He hadn’t minded that title at first, but when someone he considered one of his best friends used it, it put distance between them he didn’t like. “You’ve been travelling with me a long while, Galamon. Longer than anyone else. I can say only Anneliese

for a long while, giving it a thorough examination. His body shifted, and he lowered his

Wratsons help us at every turn, despite their nature. Without them… the war would be

said. “I do want to be a good friend, too. To you, to Durran. Sometimes, though… we can’t choose just for ourselves. Do you think your wife, your son, would care about these new abilities of yours? They love you

easier to swallow,” Galamon finally

thoughts. And if I need to do something I don’t want to for

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fortress and living life up, we’ll be doing the hard logistics of the march to

Argrave said, looking over a map that Durran had laid out across the table.

against your sister? Odd.

because you’ve made no

shook his head, unaffected. Argrave couldn’t determine whether it was because it was untrue, or if Durran was just unbothered by that fact. “Killing your digression in its infancy… I don’t see supply being an impeding factor. Felipe, saboteur extraordinaire, is rotting in a cell a few blocks away

have

He pulled out several scrolls, then splayed them out across the table. “Elenore… was really

“And so?” Argrave pressed.