Jackal Among Snakes

Magister Traugott, wearing the gray robes given to him by the Order of the Gray Owl, sat atop a parapet on the walls of Dirracha, legs dangling over the side. He peered down at the first level of the multi-segmented city, eyes wandering its streets. It was dark out and the red moon above was barely visible at this time of month. Unless one shined a light upon him, he was all but invisible to all below.

“You,” a voice cut in, and Magister Traugott turned his head in surprise.

Orion of Vasquer stood there, looking worn and tired. His long black hair had lost its signature braid and devolved into a messy tangle atop his head, and his beard grew longer by the day. His gray eyes were firm, though, and they watched Traugott with every willingness to kill.

“Who are you?” Orion asked, voice cutting above the wind of the high altitude.

Traugott lifted his legs and slowly turned his body around. “Me? I am only a scholar with an interest that has revitalized me,” he answered.

“You are more. We both know this,” Orion responded, stepping forth. “If you cannot answer… you must leave.”

“For now, a scholar is all I am,” Traugott stubbornly refused. “I came here…” he jumped off the parapet he sat upon. “…because I heard the great serpent beneath this city has knowledge. She has answers to some of my questions.”

Orion did not look pleased, but neither did he rush to attack Traugott. “Who told you this?”

“Princess Elenore,” Traugott said, flashing a smile with white teeth.

“Elenore?” Orion repeated cautiously. “…my sister? What did she say to you?”

“That the reason the king knew what he did… of Gerechtigkeit, of the coming calamity… was because of Vasquer,” Traugott outlined earnestly, stepping towards Orion. “I could not find the king. He was absent. So… I came here, to another thing that has drawn my interest.”

Orion’s tension finally dispelled somewhat, and he told Traugott coldly, “Vasquer speaks only to her descendants. Even were that not the case… I am uneased having one who offers such dubious answers so close. Who are you?”

“Magister Traugott of the Order of the Gray Owl,” the man answered, almost begrudgingly.

“A Magister…” Orion acknowledged, his wariness returning. “I killed one of yours outside these city walls. I don’t trust your ilk, your political motivations…”

“You have forgotten one detail of this conversation. I know about Gerechtigkeit,” he said, spreading his arms out. “As do you. Why would

gave a steady nod after a time. “Even still… what are you here

claim I cannot communicate with Vasquer… which is sad if true,” Traugott admitted. “…but who says I cannot? We have not tried, my prince. And even then…” Traugott turned to Orion, his dark eyes lingering on him. “I

risk any danger. You are a foreign element. I cannot allow

his lips. “Even if I can offer reprieve from the voices

the power in his gait seeming to rock the great

“Until you have tried it, you cannot deny the enticement, can you? I believe you suffer. From how I hear your

Then, he clenched

Traugott conceded, holding his hands up. “But

and he fell into it, heading into the terrifying Shadowlands. Here, no sight, no sound, no sense existed—yet Traugott fumbled, seeking an exit like a man pounding against

world, near the bottom of the wall of Dirracha. He spared

serve more than just you,” Traugott said, then

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the pretense that Hegazar and Vera might

Vasilisa watched Ivan as he put the paper back in the drawer and slid

come by when they do. If you stay close at hand, it won’t be a problem. Perhaps you can stay in my tower? Certainly, there is ample lodging. This place is ridiculously large…” the blonde Magister said, his tone

of relief. The Magisters’ arrival wasn’t imminent. That gave them some breathing room to figure out what, exactly, they could do about the arrival of Vera and Hegazar. Wait it out, perhaps? No, Argrave reasoned. Castro had sent Traugott to inform the other Magisters about Gerechtigkeit and have them return to the Tower to confirm support of Argrave’s claim to the throne. That meant that after they

Vera both would surely recognized Argrave by face alone—if not him, then the two others

give me some time to think about it?” Vasilisa responded amicably. “I’ll return to

for you to stay here. Your friends are welcome just as well,” he said, for the first time

things are in the inn,”

you can’t insult

the inn. They’re expecting

finger against his leg as he stared down Argrave. “Well,

accept your offer,” Vasilisa seized the opportunity Argrave offered. “You’ve made a lovely home for yourself