Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave planted his foot down and crested over the top of a hill he’d travelled once before. The snow had melted a little more on their return, and the pine trees seemed a little more robust. Another detail was far more striking—namely, the moving hands of the clocktower overlooking the palace in Quadreign.

Vasilisa caught up with Argrave. The moment her eyes fell where his did, her brain worked to compute the implications. To cement her realization, Argrave commented, “Seems the flame is already doing its work. The people must be pleased.”

The Magister muttered something incomprehensible, words mashed together in her excitement, and then she took off towards the city isolated in the valley.

As Anneliese crested the hill next, she called out to Vasilisa in concern, “Watch your footing.”

Svetlana was the next to come, then Ganbaatar. Svetlana, another member of House Quadreign, had much the same reaction as her aunt, and set off back towards the city with the same disbelieving haste. They were both like treasure hunters that had finally found what they’d been hunting for all these years.

Galamon was the last to come—not because he was the slowest, but because he generally held the back of the line. Argrave stared at him as he came to stand. He was no expert on emotions as Anneliese was, but the man seemed to be in a strange state. Forget jubilation, relief—Galamon appeared to be in a state of frozen grief, of emptiness. It deeply worried Argrave.

“Anne,” Argrave called out, turning his head back to the city. “Diana of Quadreign is going to be cured. Unlike her sister… I think she’ll want more concrete terms of vassalage. We ought to talk about that, among other important things. I learned a lot from the Magister… I hope you did, too. We ought to discuss our findings.”

Anneliese glanced at Argrave as he looked over the valley city, then gave a knowing nod. “That is prudent.”

“Good. Let’s head down, get settled.” Argrave looked at Ganbaatar and inquired, “What’s your plan?”

“To remain with the…” Ganbaatar trailed off, realizing he couldn’t call him a vampire anymore. “To observe Galamon a while longer. I think Svetlana will accommodate me.”

“I hope so,” Argrave nodded, then set off down into the valley. “Even if she doesn’t… sleeping on the streets might not be so bad anymore. The heat’s back on.”

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Vasilisa tossed open the poorly maintained iron gates of the palace of Quadreign and stormed inside. The steward Ferrel stood in the courtyard as he did last time, but stepped towards the returning Magister with an urgency to him.

“The flame,” Vasilisa called out. “Is it there?”

The old Ferrel nodded intently to his words as he said, “Yes it is, lady Vasilisa. It reappeared one morning, like a trail of fire across the sky… I thought it was some sort of rift in the world itself, yet it flowed back into the old fire basin! Does this mean…?” he looked nervous and excited in equal measure. “I… everyone was cheering, but I feared to act… I feared…” his words faltered as though he had so many fears he did not know where to begin.

Vasilisa took a deep breath of exuberant triumph and exhaled. “Fear no longer. Get Diana at once, lead her down. I will go ahead and confirm things… and then… Ferrel…” she closed her eyes. “And then, House Quadreign can repay everyone’s steadfastness.”

The old steward’s eyes lit up with a fire of his own, and he gave a steady, certain nod. “I will speak to the baroness.”

within. As he walked into the confines of the tunnel heading deep within the earth, she slowed her pace slightly

very deep until the decades-empty chamber that once housed the flame entered her vision. It was empty no longer. The flame, more vibrant than she could ever remember it being, persisted defiantly deep

behind her, and she looked back

sky and she tried to step away from Ferrel’s aid. Vasilisa stepped

this looked

to catch her. “Easy,” the Magister cautioned her, holding her by her arms. “Ferrel… I can handle things from here. There are guests you might have to greet.” She turned her head. “The ones who

sorry…” Diana apologized as Ferrel moved to obey. “You catch me… at a bad time.

the last bad time,” Vasilisa said, helping her older sister

it was as though the black flame had found both kindling and fuel within their bodies. The

out a groan that trailed off into a wince as the fire burning within her rose ever higher. Her fingers clenched tightly around Vasilisa’s arms as she put more and more of her weight upon her. She seemed to become a bright

the sudden event, the Magister merely held Diana, a relaxed and eased smile on her face. Though the flame was said to burn through stress and anxiety, Vasilisa questioned if that could truly be the sole source of the sense of peace she felt. The bright flame burning out of

of footsteps resounded throughout the old fire basin. Vasilisa looked

Mom?” the young mage called out, short of

back. “I’m afraid I cannot carry your mother alone. I think

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I would most like to return to the baroness,”

his hand. “Do so at once. We

encouragement to leave. Once he did, Argrave looked around at the familiar guest house they’d stayed in when

the chance to talk. I imagine it’ll be some hours before things are

two of them were enclosed within a ward. While staring at the wall, Argrave inquired, “Am I

“You say that like he is

for him.” Argrave rubbed his chin. “I wanted to help him while keeping his edge over our foes,

mentality. And perhaps… a jolt, when the time comes—and it will, considering we need to enlist Veiden’s aid eventually. Galamon is not the sort of person to change his disposition so

are often brittle,” Argrave pointed

tension and Argrave chuckled. As he did, Anneliese continued, “We stay the course, and we help him where we see the opportunity. That would be

the futility of his train of thought. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right,” he admitted,

the vassalage?” Anneliese

doesn’t know us as Vasilisa does, and she’ll be able to think clearly about

we still healed her,”

the people of the north. She’ll know that Vasilisa helped us as much as we helped Quadreign.” Argrave rolled his shoulders and stretched.