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?”

nodded slowly. “If Duke Rovostar’s head is delivered to us, Duke Enrico is released, and they surrender to the crown, their treason will

at her, raising a

Rovostar to stand at the same table with people like Reinhardt, Enrico, or Sumner? He stood by Felipe despite everything. He stood by Felipe because of everything,” she said, her voice wavering

in moments past. He felt compelled to put his hand on her shoulder and say, “I agree with you. Don’t get worked up. And don’t think this is your responsibility alone. I took on this role—I have to stomach the

lip

don’t you get some sleep? You’ve been running about, straining your mind, and riding on horseback

have things to do,” Elenore shook her

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

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

Then, he

after battles,” she noted dryly,

fragile after today’s events. Maybe she always had

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

#####

They were in a simple stone home that had been lent to Galamon as he recovered. They

the dining room. His armor was badly damaged. It had been bent in many places to 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

though it might

gauntlet on firmly. “Until I change that… I

sighed. “I miss you calling me Silvaden, somewhat.” He pounded the man’s shoulder with his fist. “Thanks, friend. As

wounds that could be healed by

had no part,” Anneliese shook her head. “Galamon is

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 it was obvious he wasn’t exactly

turning his gaze to Argrave. “I’d like to propose a summit between your people and all those

against it, testing it. Content it was steady, he

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

brooked no protest, so he faced Sumner and said, “You’re getting a bit ahead

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

“Well… considering how many of your men died against