Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 505

Argrave, Anneliese, Elenore, and Galamon sat in a private room within Blackgard. On his way in, Argrave had seen the first arrival of dwarven craftsmen. As Elenore said, they seemed to be taking stock of everything around them. Mostly they were surprised by the sheer space of everything—they stared into the distance as though it wasn’t real, and looked out across the ocean of Blackgard as trading vessels came and went with childlike wonder.

But Argrave was undergoing just as shocking a shift as the dwarves were, potentially. The Veidimen were intending to seize upon this opportunity to invade the lands of the Great Chu. That, in combination with Sataistador’s intent for the region, made a complicated mess that gained new variables and ways it might go wrong by the day.

“Why does everybody have to think like this?” Argrave wondered quietly as his wife and sister both waited for his opinion. He looked at Galamon. “And why did you come here?”

“To explain. To persuade.” Galamon crossed his arms. “Do you not want me here?”

“No, you’re never unwelcome. You’re one of my closest friends. It’s just…” Argrave trailed off, gathering his thoughts. He looked up at Galamon and shook his head, saying, “Dras is a real bastard, isn’t he?”

“…you do not know him as I do,” Galamon defended, though quietly.

Argrave rose to his feet and walked nearer to Galamon. “He’s put Anneliese in an impossible situation. By extension, he’s put all of us in an impossible situation,” Argrave held his hands out, gesturing all around. “He wants us to sit back and allow us to reap the rewards of the dirty work he’s doing. But that doesn’t change the fact that dirty work is being done. He wants us to swallow that.”

“This invasion cannot be called mere ‘dirty work.’ It is the ambition of our people—the goal of several lifetimes,” Galamon declared evenly.

Argrave stared at his unflinching white eyes. He had never challenged his companion’s perspective on his people because it was irrelevant to their goal. Yet now, it had bled into everything.

“I suppose at the very least, Dras convinced me that it’s about more than personal glory. But I think you need perspective. No matter how much Rowe, Dras, or even you say that they do this to establish a unified and peaceful world, can you honestly say every man below you holds that ideal?” Argrave shook his head firmly. “No. For every good man, ten more only want to take, to conquer, to satisfy their baser desires. That’s their motive—Anneliese has confirmed as much with her personal experience. And those rapacious people will cause problems for her even if Dras and Veid both name her as his successor. A people sustained by war will not peacefully transition away from it. Am I wrong?” he demanded.

Galamon looked off to the side for a moment, then looked back. “You’re right. It won’t be perfect. But this greed has existed in people since the dawn of time. We Veidimen have found a way to harness it toward a better purpose. The following generations will benefit.”

Argrave scoffed. “Rowe himself said that his people are transitioning away from that lifestyle. You don’t need rampant war to kill greed. It just stokes the flame, traps them into a cycle that’ll be all the harder to break,” he insisted, growing impassioned when such a dear friend of his said something he found disagreeable.

Galamon’s stoicism wavered, and he closed his eyes to dispel whatever emotions surfaced.

the violent rape of innocent populaces by people you had breakfast with the same day. You say

deafening, but when he opened his mouth his voice was clear. “Rowe said many things. Among

Anneliese stepped up, saying

you’ve done, yourself?”

the war in the Bloodwoods was to defend their people and his, and the conflict against the Ebon

we began. Nor the second, nor the third. We saw what you described, yes.” He tapped his breastplate. “It was our people suffering. Our tribe. That did not last forever. When we became the victors, our people sought to inflict the

that same necessary evil and bequeath it all under your burgeoning banner, your rising sun. I have respect for your hesitation. No good man can meekly stand aside while wars erupt. But both of you… this has to happen. Please. For my son,

that you and I come from different times. I know these things are common here—even expected. It doesn’t change what will be done. You’ve seen it. War. How many tens of

clear we can’t dissuade him. I

his eyes and asked quietly.

It was offered to Anneliese, and she’ll make the decision.” He looked at her, and she gave him a reassuring, if downcast, look. He looked

my opinion,” Elenore

nodded somewhat bitterly, then focused back on Galamon.

to your chest. “I am

don’t want a servant’s promise, I want a friend’s. If this truly comes to pass, I want you to lead that army, Galamon. I want you to make sure it’s you at

solemn nod, Galamon gave his

take that condition to Dras as my

retrieving his helmet on the way out. When the door shut, Argrave looked back

think Gerechtigkeit’s greatest power is this. The rifts that

just yet,” Elenore reminded Argrave. “If we manage to work something out with this Emperor Ji Meng, the

words, yet some pessimism inside him seemed to deny

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upon where there really was no right answer. At this critical point, they couldn’t risk anything other than total cooperation from the Veiden. They were their lifeline against the Great Chu’s navy. Anneliese, meanwhile, returned to Rowe to

appalled that such precious metal was being used as mere weaponry, for it had far better applications as

situation. Once on the scene, Argrave was prepared to outfit their band with something to endure

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