Jackal Among Snakes

Anneliese held her finger up to the air, and her Starsparrow settled atop it as a perch. Argrave looked out where he could see the dust clouds left by the retreating army.

“I think they head to Rovostar’s fiefdom,” Anneliese guessed. “Whitefields. I remember seeing it on the map.”

Argrave nodded. “It’s a poorly defended place, considering it’s both newly constructed and in central Vasquer. But... they still have Enrico of Monticci. And Nikoletta, Mina, those two…?”

“I saw naught of them,” Anneliese shook her head as the bird walked down her wrist, up her arm, and to her shoulder. She reached into her pockets and retrieved some black seeds, feeding the golden Starsparrow.

Argrave sighed. “I’ll tell Elenore to—”

“Tell me what?” a familiar woman’s voice called out.

Argrave turned his head to see Elenore return. He waved to her and greeted, “Sister.” As he watched her, he followed up with, “Are you alright? Look a little…”

Elenore shook her head. “My head is burning. This pain won’t go away anytime soon, I think. I can barely think.”

Argrave shifted on his feet and said guiltily, “I am thankful you did that, you know. You’re the only reason this worked.”

“Levin and Felipe are dead,” Elenore said, locking eyes with him. “They… fell.”

Argrave took a deep breath in surprise. He looked off to the scenery, soaking in the atmosphere for a moment as he processed this information. Reluctantly, he admitted, “Tell you the truth… I’m relieved. What a blessing. I was dreading dancing around that issue with Orion.”

Elenore joined him in looking out across the land. “It’s a net benefit to us. Rovostar’s primary driving force for maintaining cohesion in his ranks just crumbled. He has a lot of personal charisma, but not enough to send his men to their deaths against an overwhelming force with no cause.”

“I’d agree,” Argrave nodded. He could tell she didn’t wish to linger on the subject of Levin and Felipe. “Rovostar in Heroes of Berendar had been a Felipe loyalist, too. After his death, he was still firmly on the Vasquer camp, however. Now…”

“With Sumner having offered his aid, I see nothing preventing the whole of the south from joining us. The north is under Quadreign’s reign, and by extension yours… though I do wonder how firm their grip is. Either way, any weakness they might have can be remedied, and we already have their spellcasters regardless. Durran and Melanie are subjugating the rest of Atrus, and I see no reason why they would have trouble. You, as king, have a great deal of personal fame: the plague, the battle at Castle Cookpot, and now here. Once things settle at the Tower of the Gray Owl…” Elenore looked back to the city. “We’ve won. The only problem, as I see it, is that Duke Enrico is held captive.”

“We were just talking about that,” Argrave nodded. “Do you have any ideas?”

Rovostar’s head is delivered to us, Duke Enrico is released, and they surrender to

looked at her, raising a

Felipe because of everything,” she said, her voice wavering with emotion. “He would never have changed. He couldn’t have changed.

reminded Argrave of how she had been in moments past. He felt compelled to put his hand on her shoulder and say, “I agree with you. Don’t get

her eyes. Her lower lip trembled, and

musingly, then suggested, “We can’t deal with this today. There are more pressing things. Why don’t you get some sleep?

have things to do,”

his finger at her face, then pushed her nose. “I can finish things up around Dirracha. Got enough talent at hand to fill the whole city. I command thee, sleep. Do not

ground here as a joke, but I’m much too sore.” She sighed. “Fine. Fine, Your Ever Gracious Majesty, sovereign of all Vasquer. I

Then,

do this after battles,” she noted dryly, yet did not

ever think you’re alone,” he told her, clutching her head with his hand. She seemed small and fragile after today’s events. Maybe she always had

pulled away. “You’ll have to talk to Orion,” she reminded him. “And… you’ll need to know about Levin and

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to walk?” Argrave asked Galamon. They were in a simple stone home that had been lent to Galamon as he recovered. They all stood about in a dining room, planning things out. The owners of the home were staying with relatives

the point where some of it had to be bent back into place to fit. Still, he was fine. His regeneration still worked overtime, even despite his vampirism being banished. Certain parties present—namely, Sumner—weren’t privy

house as though it might cave in. “You tackled that

he slid the gauntlet on firmly. “Until I change that… I

Silvaden, somewhat.” He pounded the man’s shoulder with his fist. “Thanks, friend. As much

only wounds

had no part,” Anneliese shook

looked at her, seeming a bit disconcerted at her presence. Back when they first spoke, they’d had no times for introductions… but now the duke knew his company and knew their relations to Argrave. He hadn’t protested yet, but

the subject, turning his gaze to Argrave. “I’d like to

walked up to the table and tapped his finger against it, testing it. Content it was steady, he sat atop

count or above, to discuss what happens after this war—no, rather, how Your Majesty intends to rule his kingdom. I’ve heard rumors of parliament and other such

he faced Sumner and said, “You’re getting a bit ahead of things. Rovostar still runs

are uncertain about the future,” the duke shrugged his shoulders. “Holding this could

Argrave smiled. “Well… considering how many of your men died against that thing, I think