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…”

out. “As do you. Why would I ever seek to do harm? That would be an unreasonable

a time. “Even still… what are you

elbow on his knee, he said, “You claim I cannot communicate with Vasquer… which is sad if true,” Traugott admitted. “…but who says I cannot? We have not tried, my

let you stay,” Orion decided. “I cannot risk any danger. You are a foreign element. I cannot allow myself to be swayed.

if I can offer

stepped forward, the power in his gait seeming to rock the great

of mine,” Traugott admitted, backing away a step. “Until you have tried it, you cannot deny the enticement, can you? I believe you suffer. From how I hear your royal knights speak, I believe that it is

down Traugott. Then, he clenched

prince,” Traugott conceded, holding his hands up. “But if your mind

no sound, no sense existed—yet Traugott fumbled, seeking an exit like a man pounding against ice from below. Something told him of things lurking beyond,

world, near the bottom of

than just you,” Traugott said, then stepped

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whirling, operating under the pretense that Hegazar and Vera might strut through the

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

outcome. All I need is for you to come by when they do. If you stay close at hand,

it out, perhaps? No, Argrave reasoned. Castro had sent Traugott

a confrontation was inevitable. Everyone else could be easily fooled… but Hegazar and Vera both would surely recognized Argrave by face alone—if not him, then the two others alongside him. To say the least, they didn’t have forgettable

about it?” Vasilisa responded amicably. “I’ll

his arms out. “It’s truly no trouble for you to stay here. Your friends are welcome just as well,” he said, for the first time looking upon Argrave and the rest of

in the inn,”

now… you can’t insult me,” he said,

the inn. They’re expecting us to be there,” he explained. “Vasilisa simply doesn’t wish to

pursed his lip, then tapped one finger against his leg as

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