Jackal Among Snakes

“The final tally for the votes is eight thousand seventy-four in favor of the proposal, and five thousand and twenty-three against the proposal.” Alexius set down a piece of thick paper that did not look to be made of any plant he’d ever seen. Argrave was confused by the huge tally before he recalled that senators of greater authority also had more votes.

After Therapont had recused himself from the debate, their replacement was not half so raring to go as Argrave’s former opponent had been. Therapont’s replacement debater repeated points that had already been made, but Argrave went gentle on him. This opponent was clearly one sent to suffer a defeat, nothing more. Argrave would be lying if he said he wasn’t pleased to have persuaded Therapont. Still, the fact of the matter stood that the facts and logic of the situations were behind him. He had won a battle that he should’ve won if he comported himself without fumbling. He was right, and the dwarves were reasonable—it was a winning battle.

Less grand debates erupted in the senate meeting afterward—debates he was called upon to intervene in time to time to set the record straight. It had been an intensely exhausting endeavor. Still, the tally was in. The dwarven senate would pursue an alliance. More specifically, it would seek integration into the Blackgard Union as equal members. He still had to putt the ball into the hole, so to speak, but the largest hurdle was over: willingness. His idea of an embassy received mixed reactions. Some welcomed the idea, but others feared for the safety of the dwarves.

By the end of the exhausting, day-long meeting, the senate was dismissed. Another was to be held the following day, and Argrave was bid to stay near the senate hall to be called upon as an Advocate. The Alchemist spoke again, expressing annoyance that his search for Sandelabara would be delayed yet another day.

Waiting for them out front of the senate hall, Therapont stood, looking at Argrave in something of a different light.

“I expected that no king could keep from growing angry under honest scrutiny of his actions.” Therapont stroked his beard sagely.

“When anger enters, reason leaves,” Argrave flourished slightly. “I had need of reason, so I barred anger from the bounds of my mind. They’re old rivals, you might say. Thank you for your assistance at the end there.”

Therapont’s eyes opened wider. “When anger enters, reason leaves… a brilliant expression. Is it yours?”

“Hah, no.” Argrave shook his head. “If only I could claim it. I picked it up somewhere.”

“It seems like when victory enters, reason leaves as well,” Melanie commented. “To that point, I’d like to ask something of you, Therapont.” Argrave looked at her, puzzled, but did not interrupt. “We’ve earned a foothold, but it’s become very clear to us that Dario, this competitor for helping the dwarves, has a grudge against Argrave. I’d like it very much if you could heighten security. The last thing we’d want is for some kind of incident that raises tensions.”

“Very good point, Melanie,” Argrave said sincerely. “I agree enthusiastically. Considering what he’s already done, causing an incident and framing us is very reasonable. Trite, but reasonable.”

Therapont narrowed his eyes, chewing her words in his mind. He nodded after a while. “I can use some authority to heighten security. There’s no need not to be safer. But security is already on extremely high alert, given that a king, his retainer, and an abomination walk the streets. Plus, that other foreigner, Dario… and speaking of him, you said something.” He pointed at Argrave. “What has he ‘already done?’”

the city, and he didn’t want to sell the man out. “I don’t want heads to

at what I think you are, then let me impart a lesson about government.” He raised a fist. “Corruption is a rot. To court it is to harm

somewhat, he could not leave names unspoken for his new benefactor. It was the prudent thing to do. At

They didn’t sabotage things, evidently, but he paid well for them to.” Argrave rather conveniently left out the fact that they tried very hard to

that someone attempted to bribe them directly to the senate.” His mind seemed to catch on something, and he looked up at Argrave, pointing one of his thick fingers. “And you kept that secret until now, to

mean it much inside. The man called his mind short. “But this Dario person remains an enigma. I haven’t been able to learn much about him. I don’t know where he is, or

speaking to any of the guards, he’s still here. I would’ve gotten word if the gates had been opened for any beside

Elenore, her voice ringing in his head. “Argrave, the Veidimen have agreed to the alliance. They’ll build a naval base where you wish. They ask for a great many seats in the

news graced his mind. He didn’t answer her, instead looking down at Therapont to earn some time alone. “It’s been a long time since I slept. Do you think I might turn in for

to be just as long

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use this last time, but now the necessity for sleep was catching up to him. The thing was ridiculously small. Melanie placed two

been performing her role as regent well, but I cannot say how well it will be taken if

to the Veidimen’s demands, but stall the integration, I think. Does Anne have any thoughts?” He questioned. He felt like a college student once more, talking to his family on the phone in

satisfied with it. Though, she complained to me

“I feel the same. Now—Dario. Have

description, I narrowed it down to one. He wasn’t born in Vasquer—he entered city records when he was already an adult. He has many feats that can be vaguely attributed to him. He’s killed a lot of undead in recent years—many lords have paid him generously to do so. He’s said to be a master of stealth, and has the hobby of alchemy. There’s one high-profile incident I

Argrave tensed up, racking his brain to find out who

“You said they were big golems that needed to be neutralized, as I recall. We sent parties out to do just that.

hesitantly. “I thought that

possess them. Only, rereading the report of my person that went with the party… they had considerable help from someone who was already there. He never gave a name, but from the description, it matches. And he had a rather peculiar description, which is why I remembered it at all. Master of stealth. Skilled alchemist. And given the description of

finished, tapping his foot against the ground as he thought. That alone was invaluable—and indeed, might explain some of the animosity. “That would explain some things. People claimed he was a master artificer, and the Iron Giants were the pinnacle of the subterranean mountain folk’s golems. Autonomous nightmares, meant to conquer but left to languish. If he came from one of the