Jackal Among Snakes

Mial, High Priestess of the Ebon Cult, stepped away from her position beside the other four top people at the Ebon Cult and went to kneel beside her father’s palanquin. She pulled back the curtain on the side, out of view from their front-facing position, and then listened to orders relayed—orders that reached no one’s ears beside Mial, not even Orion’s or the Alchemist’s.

As they talked, Argrave looked around at the horde of purple-masked people around them. He spotted elven ears, dwarven physiques… even some of the more reclusive races persisted in their number—southron elves or the subterranean humans, for instance. The majority of them were combatants.

Elenore’s voice entered his mind, telling him, “Anneliese says that there are users of shamanic magic in the crowd. Mozzahr himself seems to have the most spirits, however.”

Argrave gave a curt reply, too on-edge to engage further. Finally, Mial looked at them, clearing her throat to indicate her intent to speak.

“The Castellan asks if you have ever wondered what occurs in the event Gerechtigkeit succeeds,” Mial said, her voice ringing out with a clear echo in this vast cavern.

Argrave narrowed his eyes. Mozzahr had spoken through another like this in the past, but that had been because he was injured. His injury was obvious in Heroes of Berendar, visible even in the silhouette behind the curtain. Argrave could see no such injury. Mozzahr had not fought Sataistador, and consequently sustained no injuries. In simple terms there was no good reason for him to speak via proxy. No reason except haughtiness.

Argrave looked at Durran and briefly questioned speaking through him just as Mozzahr did his daughter, but thought it might be tedious and abandoned the idea at once. Besides, rising to provocation would close off their options.

“Well, I imagine the cycle of judgment ends. And I came here to discuss that ending, if on a different possible manner than seeing it through to completion,” Argrave opened diplomatically.

“Gerechtigkeit is described as two things; as a man, and as a calamity. But there is truth in both,” Mial carried on as though Argrave had not even spoken. “He is an intelligent being, capable of reason. And just as Mozzahr commands the Emptiness, Gerechtigkeit commands his calamity. It is formless malignance, capable of adapting to whatever its owner needs to fill his purpose.”

“You speak from ignorance.” The Alchemist stepped forward, his footfalls heavy enough to shake the square. “There is no reason in Gerechtigkeit.”

“Then how, pray tell, did he know to corrupt Argrave’s father? How have his methods continued to adapt, and to grow, if he cannot reason?” Mial flattened out a crease on her robes as she kneeled there.

“The contention is that he cannot be reasoned with,” Anneliese smoothly interjected. “And that is indisputable.”

“Fair enough. Let us not get lost in semantics.” Mial raised her hands in surrender.

Argrave thought she was going to speak again, and so quickly interjected, “Speaking of my father and his corruption—that was the reason Georgina was trying to kidnap him, right?” He raised his finger and pointed. “Well, we started the job that you wanted. And finished it, too. And I think that’s because we’re on the same path. Namely, you’re not content to let this cycle go another cycle.”

with her father once more. She looked back

so. But Felipe died—Georgina was certain

after death,” the Alchemist cut in. “And it decays what it touches rapidly, doubly so by resistance by the host.” Hearing that

stepped forward. “But you’ve been doing independent research. And it benefits us both to pool

to speak to Mozzahr once again, Argrave sorely hoped they’d take the bait. He didn’t trust Mozzahr overmuch, but he did trust the man’s capabilities. If he had learned something, getting him to disclose that

looked back. “Gerechtigkeit has spoken thrice before in history. This information was very difficult to find, and even more difficult to ensure accuracy. History is written by the victors, after all. But we are near one

busy, it seemed,

is certain: upon his defeat

quote well. “I know it, and the general gist

Mial raised her hand to gesture in affirmation. “The other accounts are not quite so accurate as words heard around the world… but they speak of his claims about ‘time and other thieves.’ The

to add to that. But lore, all of that—that

glanced at her father, and Argrave saw him wave his hand in affirmation

insight on where

in his surprise. That sort of information, if

Anneliese pushed calmly, keeping her head while Argrave nearly lost

descent,” Mial disclosed hesitantly, casting glances at her father to be sure she did not err by telling so much. “This is why heading to the surface is a non-negotiable issue—something you seem to be aware of, considering

about to apologize for caution, but he elected to sidestep that issue altogether. “Where

for these people to know. As it did, she continued, “Specifically, in a

had told perhaps three people this fact—Elenore, Anneliese, and the Alchemist. None would’ve leaked it. This information was their own—and even scarier yet, it was usable. That meant this little parley

posited, holding his arms out. “We both can benefit from this. Our

secular purpose behind this meeting. We brought up Gerechtigkeit not to exchange information, but to illustrate a point. Mozzahr, the Castellan

quickly, “That’s

will be welcomed. They will

Though things were tense, until that power came to action there was not

what he could about Gerechtigkeit by working underneath him, and then subtly plot with Elenore to break the chains that bind. But even still, they’d have to permit the