Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave’s head turned ever so slowly, taking in all the sights before him. He saw the redwoods, as thick as towers and stretching as far as the eye could see. He saw the destruction left behind by the paths of war—the elves, Kirel Qircassia’s servants, or the centaurs following Sarikiz’s lead. The great beasts of this land already scavenged the corpses that had fallen, sating their long hunger after the chaos wrought by the battles.

Next, Argrave saw the empty plain left behind by Kirel Qircassia. The god had toiled desperately to flatten this stretch of land, and succeeded in large part. It was a flat and empty wasteland of brown dirt, mixed with particles of wood and littered with yet more bodies. The remnants of magic colored the land where Erlebnis’ emissaries had ambushed the elves and their gods. But now… here the elves all celebrated, camped near the edges of the trees as the elven gods watched over them.

Behind him, the wearied and battered Veidimen made camp. Orion and the three Veidimen officers ate one of the creatures hunted in the forest, and the relief from a battle won emanated outward from them. With three dead, and eleven seriously wounded, the Veidimen had done their part. Argrave had asked much of them. Artur, Vasilisa, and Moriatran shared a campfire, saying little.

“I cannot tell what you think,” Anneliese said to Argrave. “What is our move? I feel we should take it quickly. In moments of pause, I feel that hound of purposelessness rising,” she told him. “I think… I think this will not be a simple thing to resolve, personally speaking. All the more important that we should hurry to the dryads.”

Argrave looked at her. “Sure. If you want purpose… I’ve got some thoughts.” When he saw the intrigue on her face, he hesitated a moment, then began, “Just wondering when I became capable of this. And wondering if it’ll be a problem.”

“A problem?” Anneliese repeated. “Is being capable a problem? I always knew you were strong, Argrave, internally. If you realize it yourself, without the turmoil and self-doubt… then what is the problem?”

“I don’t know if it’s strength, or something else. Maybe… apathy,” Argrave shook his head. “Did I act prudently, or did I act in ego?”

“But this isn’t troubling you,” Anneliese said, surveying his face. “I can tell. Either that, or you finally managed to fool me.”

Argrave laughed quietly out of his nose. “No… you’re right. Feels like it all keeps coming at me fast enough I’m losing what I was to begin with. I take one step after the other, tackle one problem into another. Problems keep inclining, making me stretch further to take the next step… but at this point, walking is all I know.” Argrave looked at his hand, where the blood echoes persisted as he squeezed his hand into a fist even now. “I feel… confident. Cautiously confident. And that’s just not who I am, I don’t think. That constant worry kept me ready, kept me focused, kept me moving. But that’s fading, now.”

“Is personality static?” Anneliese asked, and when Argrave searched for an answer she continued, “Are the lazy doomed to be that way forever? Will the kind stay benevolent their entire lives? Change is possible.”

Anneliese stared at him, her amber eyes looking at him as though he said something foolish. As thick strands of her white hair blew from the wind, Argrave bunched it up and placed it behind her ear.

“You’re to blame, I think. What you said about self-pity kept me going.” Leaving her with that, Argrave looked back to the elven army. He didn’t care to trouble her with pointless musings anymore, given she still suffered with her feeling of purposelessness. “Duty awaits. Elenore isn’t here, but I can still think of an alliance between our people that benefits us above all. I had intended to rely on them for securing dryad bows, but I think we cut out the middlemen, trade with the dryads directly.”

them. “The dryads are our only

lumber or meat. On top of that, this can become a

then asked, “Do you have a

They’ll listen to me. I gave Batbayar all the ammunition he needs to become Supreme Myriarch—if I give him the right prods, I think he’ll take the honor. I think the elven gods will be spiritual leaders more than anything, so the secular leaders

you underutilize the elven gods. Even in their roles as guardians and spiritual leaders, an endorsement

an idea?” Argrave

Anneliese nodded. “We ought to pave the way for total integration of the Bloodwoods… and you forget that Elenore is everywhere, all at once, now. To us,

his

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over her desk. Off to the side, she occasionally glanced to review the preliminary results for those pieces of fruit that Argrave had shipped from the elven woods. She was drafting a plan on how best to implement their effects on a grander

on her shoulder. She jumped up and screamed immediately, and had the warding ring Durran gave her ready to cast when she realized it

him and shook her head. “Working

of--!” she cut herself off, sighing and sinking back into her chair. “I hate you. I really do.” When she made sense of things, she studied them with her gray eyes, looking at her desk to make sure she hadn’t tipped anything over in her haste. “How did you…? No, that spell book… it must’ve been that. It worked?

opened, and four guardsmen stormed into

commanded,

do that,” Anneliese told Elenore, shaking her

black hair, she questioned them, “Is it over? The trouble

reached into his duster and retrieved

took the paper, her heart still beating from that scare. She studied the terms

go on those journeys. Heading to Quadreign disguised, heading to the Bloodwoods… but you always come back with some ridiculous stuff like this.”

desk. “With transportation magic at

Her gaze was less than pleased. She shook her head, sighing, and then resumed her writing. The king

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