Jackal Among Snakes

Orion stepped into the throne room of the Dragon Palace. He didn’t especially like coming here. It had grandiose carved marble walls depicting the gods, but that was about the only part of this place he’d ever liked. Ever since he’d learned the truth, nothing of this place appealed to him. And now, he entered armed and armored. The point of the sword in his right hand dragged just above the floor.

The banners of Vasquer hung above the gilded coal-black throne. A velvet carpet filled the center of the room and up the seat of the king. Here, before the king, Orion recalled that no one acted truly. Maybe they had, once, in golden ages past. That time was long ago gone. Perhaps his brother could bring a just reign back. Still, Orion’s steps were especially heavy as he headed for the seat of kings. It was not for the throne itself, but for the man sitting upon it.

“You always find me,” Magister Traugott said curiously. He sat sideways in the throne, legs and back propped up against opposite armrests as his black silken hair descended to the floor. “Do the gods—or should I say spirits—of Vasquer tell you?”

“I have refused your every offer, Traugott. And now you sit upon the seat I have promised to my brother,” Orion said with a firm yet reasoned anger, ignoring the question.

Despite the passage of time, he did not feel the broken man Traugott had once predicted he would become. He had endured well the whispers of the false gods. Vasquer and Boarmask had aided him through this. And the ancestor snake aided him in finding this man, too. Every time, Orion sent him away like a woodpecker returning to peck the same house time and time again.

“This will be the last time you see me,” Traugott looked at him calmly, dark eyes mild and curious. “All I meant to ask is why you refuse to take my help, to allow me to help you part from the spirits of Vasquer.”

Orion stepped closer to the throne. The steps he took left burns in the velvet carpet as his unwanted blessings surged by accident.

“Good counsel from a wise man,” Orion declared. “I will not fall into temptation. Boarmask tells me what is too good to be true often is. You do not have pure intentions.”

Traugott nodded earnestly. “I recall hearing, by rumor… you believed you would ascend to godhood, Orion. The gods of Vasquer told you that.” The words did not mock at all.

“It is known,” Orion nodded. “I do not believe them any longer.”

Traugott smiled. “But you should. Because the ‘gods’ of Vasquer do intend to grant you divinity. The part they neglected to mention is that you would be one part of ninety-seven. You are the culmination of a centuries-old gambit to ascend from spirits to gods—a deal struck between the third son of Felipe I and the powerful spirits that whisper in your ears. Parts of them exist in you like parasites even now. But you still have freedom.”

“I hear, but do not listen. Say what you will and begone,” Orion said.

Traugott usually had a good-natured look about his face, but that mien fell away in but a moment. “It is as I feared. I am reminded why I seldom interacted with others. Brutes respond to brutality,” he sighed.

this meant the Magister had given up or been chased off. Then, his uncanny sense told him of an attack. He whirled around to spot a gleam of white coming

retaliate, Traugott fell back into his shadow. He crawled out a fair distance away, stepping free

Magister said somberly, his inky shadow dancing around his feet.

Orion stomped his foot on the ground as he advanced towards Traugott, creating a great burst of flame against his will. The Magister remained even despite that. It seemed this

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wherever he might be. But now… a lone cavalryman advanced towards them. Argrave used Garm’s eyes to get a good view of his magic

white flag, Your Majesty,” Galamon, who was

now?” Argrave turned his head, and when Galamon nodded he shifted on his saddle uncomfortably.

out an order loud enough to make Argrave want to cup his ears. While waiting, he looked to Elenore and Anneliese for insight.

the man and brought him before Argrave, unbound but still closely watched. Once he got near, the man dismounted and kneeled before

the messenger declared loudly. “The Duke

that the man called him ‘Your Majesty’

lowered his head further and shouted into the ground, “The Duke Sumner hopes to establish terms of cooperation against King Felipe’s loyalists, Your Majesty!” he shouted,

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an armored horse carried a well-armed lord forward, escorted

Anneliese and Vasilisa flanked both of his sides. Elenore rode behind, supported by four royal guards. To say the least of things, Argrave was not worried about an ambush. Vasilisa could cast magic faster than any others, and Galamon was stronger than any humans Argrave could think of. Whether from sword or

helmet and slowed his horse as he grew nearer. Argrave remembered the A-rank spellcaster as a neat man with a trimmed beard and short hair, but now he was a somewhat unkempt man with medium-length

man called me Your Majesty, can I expect this to be a fruitful

his horse to a stop and called out, “I believe so. I’d like it to be like

the same time, I have some concerns,” Argrave continued. “Like the bizarre oddities in the south that led to you chasing Duke Rovostar across

here today to ask for your help in that matter, with

for any signal from Anneliese that either statement was a lie. To his surprise, none came. He gripped the reins tighter and pressed, “I find it difficult to believe any of this. Margrave Reinhardt is a competent commander.

lifted his head. “I won’t waste time on a fruitless discussion where my guilt is prejudiced. My House of

said stoically,