Jackal Among Snakes

Anneliese pushed open the fur flap of a traditional Veidimen tent, walking within. The first thing she saw was a wood-burning iron stove, its makeshift chimney piping smoke through a hole in the top of the circular tent. These dwellings could be constructed in thirty minutes by veteran Veidimen, and the fur padding outside and wood stove could stave off the coldest conditions. It brought back memories, and seemed far out of place in the warmth of the summer they found themselves in.

Next, her mother fell into sight: Kressa. She was short for a Veidimen, not at all like long-legged Anneliese. Even still, that placed her a little above six feet. She had bright white eyes and golden blonde hair kept at shoulder-length. She looked a little heavier than Anneliese remembered. The probable explanation for that sat in her hands—a newborn child.

“Anneliese,” Kressa said, her voice bright with genuine surprise. “I didn’t think you’d come. Much less alone.”

Anneliese kept her feet firmly rooted to the ground as she replied, “Dras said you asked me to come alone.”

“Well… yes, I did. But you never listened to me in the past,” Kressa shook her head, then when the baby in her hands made a noise, soothed it quietly. “Look. Your baby sister, Rache,” she said, holding the child out slightly.

Anneliese looked at the little girl wrapped in furs. Though she had Kressa’s eye and hair color, she recognized bits and pieces of her mother’s husband in the facial features. She refocused on her mother and said, “I thought that Dras was talking about Jirella.”

Perhaps I set myself up for disappointment thinking that she would come, Anneliese reflected, but left those words unspoken.

“The day you left without a word was the day we found out I was pregnant with Rache,” Kressa continued. “You can’t blame Jirella for being upset.”

Anneliese sighed and turned on her heel towards the entrance.

“Don’t go,” her mother called out with some urgency, stepping forward. “Don’t go, please. I didn’t come here to fight.”

Anneliese paused and looked back. Her mother’s genuine plea brought her pause, and she hesitantly stepped away from the entrance.

“It was very difficult for me to muster the courage to come here again,” Kressa said with a tremoring voice. “This place brings back only bad memories. The unending green, the people… we barely survived.”

Annelise swallowed, looking down at her mother. “Then why did you, exactly? I have some trouble understanding it.”

“Because I don’t want to part,” Kressa said simply. “You’re my daughter. You’re my family. We can’t just never speak again—that’s not right.”

Anneliese stood silently, blinking as she waited for her mother to continue.

“Word of you reaches home very often,” Kressa continued, looking to her child and lightly swaying. “And look at you. You look wonderful. Apparently, Rowe the Righteous tells all those he teaches that they’re drooling imbeciles compared to you. He gave my mother a real dressing down when she fought back,” she laughed.

Anneliese chuckled quietly.

“I was really glad that she got taken down a peg. I can’t remember how many times she did the same to me. Ah, but… don’t mistake me,” Kressa said. “I’m not here to ask you for anything, or… or take advantage of you, or anything like that. I just… I was very sad when you left. I cried enough your father thought I would miscarry.”

“My father’s dead,” Anneliese shook her head.

Kressa’s face tightened. “You know what I meant. My husband.”

Anneliese nodded calmly.

Kressa stared for a few moments, then said, “Dras claims you’re getting married.”

the Veidimen

less,” Kressa smiled. “I remember in my time here… anyone that spoke ill of the king was hated. Everyone answers to him. But you… you’re so talented, smart, beautiful… I think you’re the reason he is where he is, hmm?” She smiled up at

and shifted away on her

Kressa pressed. “If not,

brow, minutely surprised. She slowly lowered her arms and

stepping back towards the stove. “Shall we meet him? Or maybe we

inside the tent. “I

me,” Kressa shook

I must attend to with Argrave. I’m afraid that it’s

then?” Kressa

“Perhaps I can write, but we head

my face, is that it?” Kressa said with a tight voice. Anneliese eyed her cautiously as her mother continued, “I fed you, clothed you, kept you safe, and

Old patterns realigned in her head, and as they did, she remembered

Don’t go, Anneliese!” Kressa called out. This time Anneliese did not change course, and so she spat, “All I did for

steps quickened. She pushed past the tent flaps, then walked through the camp

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and sighed. “Rhomaden was a tiny little bundle when I left. Could fit him in my hand. Now…” Galamon looked off to

didn’t know how to respond. Instead, he asked, “But

head and grinned.

his brows. “See? I told you it’d all work

fixed his cold white eyes upon Argrave. “But

true,” Argrave admitted. “That’s why I was hoping to get some details about what—"

the tent and stepped in quickly. She paused when she saw Galamon and Argrave sitting

finish another time,” Galamon said, rising from

he rose to his feet. She rubbed her eyes hard, looking as though she was utterly exhausted. She

he said, wrapping his

empathic,” she replied drolly. “My head feels full of rocks. I struggle to keep it above

and jostled it lightly. “Seems normal to me. Might be cement brain, though. Harder to

so kind, so loving… and it is genuine, I know it. She feels these things as surely as she expresses them. The next… her tongue turns to acid. Such a hatred, just as pure as the love had been. I got out before it got as bad as it usually does, but… hah. Historically, I know it is best to avoid her. Still, afterwards… I always wonder if this time,

top of her head,

“She would cry, call me precious, hold me tight… but the inverse came just as

in the silence, then thought of something. “Is that why you hated those jokes about

“Yeah,” Anneliese finished.

a deep breath. “Damn, I’m… I’m sorry,

into his shoulder. “Maybe I was

shook his head. “Don’t

amber eyes shining against the last light of dusk. “I like thinking that way. I saw countless people that, when faced with one tragedy, turned it into five or six by weakness of will.” She shook her head. “Self-pity does nothing for no one. No matter what comes,

for me?”

not have come this far,” Anneliese told him, then closed her eyes. “I think I am preaching.