Jackal Among Snakes

“Who are you?”

These were the first words to greet Argrave when he passed through the boundary between the looping Sandelabara and the one within the distortion. When he turned his head to the voice, which he realized belatedly was small and young, he laid eyes upon the small girl that’d been sitting in the hall with King Norman.

The girl wore the same red velvet dress he’d seen earlier, but she sat on the floor while clutching a doll close to her chest. The doll was that of a knight. She didn’t seem afraid of Argrave—defensive, maybe, but not afraid. Her red eyes, pale skin, and dark hair made her seem somewhat vampiric, but simultaneously strangely innocent. Her question made Argrave panic slightly.

“Me?” Argrave put his hand to his chest. “Well, I’m… I’m a… a friend,” he managed, doing his best to appear non-threatening.

She blinked at him a few times, while Argrave stayed as still as a cat. After a while, she slowly relaxed somewhat and began playing with another doll. The other of her two dolls seemed made in her image, but she seemed far more interested in the knight, and positioned herself protectively around it. Though she remained cautious, she did nothing more. Argrave thought her response was rather fortunate, yet… strange. Argrave thought himself rather large and threatening—in a child’s eye, at least—and feared that the girl might do something, call someone. He took the reprieve gratefully, looking around.

Argrave’s connection with Elenore was severed. He couldn’t feel it within his mind. He retained his magic, however, and so activated the lens that the Alchemist had lent him and peered around the room. Immediately, he saw countless things in great clarity. There were crimson distortions in the air, like thick strands of silk, all leading to the small girl. Their source was elsewhere. He saw nothing of the boundary back to where Anneliese and the rest might wait, but the strands did intrigue him. He wanted to follow it, but he thought it’d be best to remain cautious for now.

Argrave kneeled a comfortable distance away from the girl. “Now that you’ve asked me… can I ask who you are?”

The girl looked at him, and her neck stiffened. She practically scrambled to her feet, and as she did an elegant curtsy, and said very deliberately, “I am Princess Sophia Normansdottir.”

Argrave was taken aback by her movements, but said, “It’s very nice to meet you, Sophia. I’m Argrave.”

Sophia grew deathly still, and bit at her lips. “Did I… do it wrong?” He could hear some fear on her voice.

“What?” Argrave tilted her head, and seeing as she looked like she was about to cry, quickly added, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Sophia.”

She let out a big sigh of relief and seemed to swallow tears. “Okay.”

distress her? Argrave’s thoughts wandered,

looked at the

ask more questions when a knock at the door made him flinch. He didn’t flinch as hard as Sophia, though—she stood quickly, grabbed the knight doll, and

was bewildered when he vanished, but became stiff when a maid entered the room and looked about suspiciously. Perhaps she’d heard them speaking. In the end, finding nothing, the maid fixed her eyes upon Sophia. “Princess Sophia. Your father has commanded that you can

The maid knelt, grabbed her hand rather

does not stare at the ground,” the maid said, and even as Argrave’s anger rose, things fell into place. He was getting a very solid picture of why Sophia seemed liable to cry whenever she made a mistake. “Now, come. Your hair is a mess. You

Argrave found himself considering violence, but his pragmatism won out. If he messed up now, this whole thing could fall apart. He triggered the lens of [Minor Truesight],

infinitely complex. It seemed as though a million spiders had come through this area, using the people of the castle as their building posts. Perhaps Argrave was being naïve, and the young girl was truly behind all of this,

called Sandelabara, and all of the people both in the city and in the castle simply called the place ‘Norman’s Castle.’ Though there were people with magic in them, there were no magic users. This city was the capital of the kingdom, and the king was a greatly feared figure. Argrave ran across him a

tried to see if he was deeply connected to this tapestry of power woven throughout the region, but as

lingered around that term, as though it was wrong to call her that. Argrave suspected an illegitimate child, but he wasn’t entirely certain. Argrave

was forced to disable the [Minor Truesight] just to walk around the city with vision. There was a pattern to this madness—a source—but it had thus far

woman who invited him into her home, even despite his armor and suspicious size. They enjoyed some conversation, but there was only so

see a man who looks like he knows how to take care of himself. Perhaps things will change around here. The king sent those Flayer Knights around, house to house,

“Flayer Knights?” Argrave asked.

to usurp Good King Charles, skin him, and make bedsheets

man insisted, looking at Argrave in

have us forget his son, like he never was. The son he proudly paraded. The son he named his heir.” She looked at her kid. “It might’ve been justified in

was the prince’s name?” Argrave

old woman blinked her eyes. Argrave constantly had [Minor Truesight] working, and he flinched when the strand of power connected

she sagged away lifelessly. Argrave stood in shock, but his shock was outweighed only by that of the son. He charged at Argrave, demanding, “What did you do? Mother? Mom?!” The son looked at him in abject fear as he backed away, then collapsed by his mother’s side. “You… You’re a kingsman. My mother, she… she spoke out of turn. You were right to do that. Please. I have children, and I’ll teach them good. Teach them right. We won’t ever defy

made for the door, cast one uneasy glance back at her body, and left. He walked out to the countryside to gather his

He’d made a very terrible first impression on the citizenry were that the case. As he made to turn away, sudden movement caught his eye. He flipped his head back, and his eyes widened as he spotted a veritable army of golems marching out of thin air. He recognized them at once—the golems of the subterranean mountain people. He watched, considered… yet five