Jackal Among Snakes

“Mr. Knight is…” Sophia looked at the doll. He saw some tears welling up in those red eyes of hers—and for the first time, Argrave thought it might not be out of simple fear of punishment. “He’s not mine.”

Argrave nodded understandingly. “Then… your brother’s?”

Sophia looked at him in utter fear. “I don’t have a…” she trailed off, her words failing her. Afterward, she became despondent.

“I’ve heard some things that go against that. It’s okay—I’m not like those other people.”

Sophia shook her head quickly. “I don’t… you can’t find out. Mr. Butler, he talked about, and…” she shuddered. “You can’t get hurt. Getting hurt… hurts.”

Looks like King Norman’s rules didn’t exclude the princess. She’s been drilled to forget her brother, no doubt. I shouldn’t be surprised.

Argrave looked around. The things missing—the lighter spot on the wall where a painting might’ve been, the empty side of the open wardrobe, the unused section of the dresser, and Mr. Knight… that little doll must’ve been the only thing that she had managed to keep of her brother’s. It was a small wonder she guarded it so fiercely. If they were sharing a room, they may have been twins. From Argrave’s knowledge, twins were especially attached to one another.

“I have to go, princess,” Argrave said, rising to his feet. “But there’s going to be a maid coming soon. She’ll tell you that you’re to have lunch with your father. Remember to keep your head up no matter how scary she gets, because she’s a really nasty lady. Can you do that for me?”

“Okay,” she nodded.

Argrave cast [Chameleon] and vanished. Sophia’s eyes widened in surprise and she looked around as though her mind was blown. “Sir Ghost? Come back,” she whispered out loud.

When the knock came, Sophia hid Mr. Knight once again, and Argrave slipped out when the maid opened the door.

I’ll be back, Sophia, rest assured. I need to see what happens to you during the loop. But first, I need to figure some things out about your brother.

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Argrave returned to the underground cellar where the Flayer Knight barracks were. While there, he better explored the place to locate entrances and exits. One led directly into the castle, while a few others appeared throughout the city in various abandoned buildings. The barracks themselves had about five hundred knights. They were quite an impressive force by Argrave’s eyes, but they were nothing compared to the king himself.

Argrave entered the cell containing the whimpering prisoner, then cut off sound with a ward and sight with an illusion spell. He conjured light, frightening the man greatly. Then, he healed what wounds could be healed with magic and revealed himself.

The man, frightened, tried to crawl away from Argrave. “Who are you? What is this? What did you do to me?”

“I healed your wounds,” Argrave explained. He was going to sit in the chair, but feared that might evoke some of the man’s trauma. He sat on the floor instead, ignoring the unpleasant sensation. “I’m a spy from a neighboring region, you see. And my efforts led me to you.”

“A spy?” The man studied his body in total confusion. “Did you drug me? I can’t feel… no. I can feel. I’m not bleeding, anymore,” he said, disbelievingly.

you like to leave this place?” Argrave asked point-blank. “I can

me out of here,” the man shook his head. “No one

Once,” Argrave smiled. “Called me his darling, the

He sang it again and again. The fruits

or we can get caught, whereupon you’ll still be tortured. Does that compel

be damned… you make a fair point. Alright.

“Who are you?”

butler of Norman’s Castle. My sister runs a market stall in the city,” the man answered, but his chains jingled. “My throat… have you

the air. The man drank it without delay. “So, you were the butler Sophia mentioned. Why were you imprisoned?”

my lady why she couldn’t… why she couldn’t speak to the prince, anymore. Why he was gone. One

nodded. “And what did happen

land. He removed his son from existence. To try and speak his name, to describe him, to get into any specifics beyond naming him ‘the prince,’ is to fall prey to the foul forces that King Norman invited into this land. He's given his son. Now, they’ll

report

you’re out. If I free you… can you help

dungeon floor. “It seems to me I’m dead no

chain and cut them free with simple wind magic. The butler looked so bewildered,

to me, and we’ll get out fine. And… what’s your

“Bogart,” he answered.

a very butler-esque name, Argrave

severe that Argrave thought the people might hear his teeth chatter. When the man once again saw the suns above and felt the grass beneath his feet, he fell to his knees and seemed liable to praise the sky. A stern reminder that they weren’t exactly safe in the heart of the city was enough to snap him

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me more about this sacrifice,” Argrave asked

like being in the open, but Bogart didn’t trust that there was anyone or anywhere they might find

He turned around. “I… why don’t we talk more once we return to wherever you’re from? I can… we can procure horses.

now that spies, kingsman… we’re really quite similar. I saved you because you can

it all…” He clutched his head. “But

fire near Bogart’s feet, and the

ago. They had gathered up four prominent members of

what happened?”

insane, yet unstoppable. Few had the power to disobey him and his knights, yet he jealously acquired more power, more wealth, more soldiers to join his ranks. When he learned of

think he would

shook his head. “But I do remember one thing he kept saying. ‘All they asked for was a bit of time, and the lives of my children.’ He

that, but Bogart couldn’t be aware of the implications of that. “And these