Jackal Among Snakes

“Essentially, the one person you thought as your lifeline was the one with the most comprehensive designs to take your throne,” Argrave told Ji Meng. “He really only had one condition, other than the standard marriage pitches. And condition that was to sideline you, keep you out of everything.”

“My daughter wouldn’t tolerate a marriage with the family that ended her father.”

“Your daughter was sitting right beside him when Governor Zen said that your death would be a desirable outcome,” Anneliese stated bluntly. “She remained silent.”

The words made Ji Meng feel physically ill, but he tried his damnedest to let none of that shine through in his face. He couldn’t even verify it was true, but the fact King Argrave and his wife had come here personally to say it made him think that this was no mere bluff. And if it wasn’t a bluff… the implications of that set his stomach churning further. His own daughter had come here? She had witnessed this meeting and said nothing?

Ji Meng felt like a plant growing on a rock, subject wholly to the whims of passersby. He had all the power of a newborn.

Argrave rose to his feet. “I’ll let that play out in your calculus. That thing you did with the commanders, having them duel me… I respected that move. But you ought to think very carefully about everything you do, henceforth. With things as they are, you’ll be making a few more public appearances. And after…”

Argrave deliberately didn’t finish his sentence, then helped his wife up for them both to leave the room. Yet even once they’d gone, Ji Meng could show nothing. The walls had eyes, his guards were neutered, and elven giants stood vigil over him at every moment. These were bright, dangerous fires, threatening to consume him if he stepped one inch off the path. Yet from their light, he could see the whole path ahead.

Ji Meng was a fruit plucked from a tree. This fruit was to be wrung dry of all its juice, whereupon its drained carcass would be composted and used as fertilizer for another empire to flourish. The idea made bile rise to his throat, and he grabbed for the nearest drink. He found it—the Ebonice tea given to him every day.

He drank deep of it, not leaving a single drop.

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Their discussion with Ji Meng proved to be surprisingly fruitful, according to Anneliese. Their declaration had rattled the emperor far greater than either of them had expected. It seemed that, while Ji Meng was a master of the calculus of power, he was utterly without staunch allies outside of the military that idolized him. His own daughter would prefer to side with her grandfather over him. Argrave imagined Sophia doing such a thing, and felt a small amount of sympathy for the emperor surface.

But the coming days set them on a busy path. The day after, Elenore summoned Argrave and Anneliese alone to a secluded room in the Sea Dragon without windows or more than one entryway. Once they were there, she paranoidly commanded Anneliese to make a ward to block any and all sounds.

“I’ve eliminated all possibilities of where the leaks might originate, and I’ve come to an answer about where they come from,” Elenore informed them, looking between Argrave and Anneliese with dark bags about her eyes.

“Seems to have kept you up,” Argrave gestured at her face. This room was meant for storage—he shuffled a crate and sat down upon it.

“Shadows at home tend to seem far darker than those beyond it,” Elenore rubbed her tired eyes. “I’d take care of this on my own, ordinarily, and with great pleasure. But I think there’s a huge problem.”

“Do tell,” Anneliese urged, leaning upon her staff.

“Our leak is divine. Or divine-adjacent.” Elenore crossed her arms. “The Blackgard Union is compromised, not our people.”

Argrave cradled his forehead as extreme annoyance crept up like a geyser through the wrinkles in his brain. Anneliese patiently indulged, “How do you know?”

of their loyalty. Not instinct, either—cold, hard, logistics. I can account for them all, always, through my networks and our guardsmen. Unless you sleep talk secrets out your window, all of our inner circle?

felt it was all but certain Governor Zen had been partially, if not totally responsible for the disappearance of key commanders here in the south. Everything beyond that… a god could plug that gap in his information. The gods had envoys in Blackgard. They

in Law’s Court at once, then,”

tremendous loss in already-thin unity.” His sister clapped her hands together once as she declared, “No. We need to find them, isolate them, expose them, and tear their guts out as a message to Zen and others. My hands aren’t strong enough to tear

Argrave nodded. “Puppeteer me.”

gods. We’ve chewed off a huge meal.” She

Stout Heart Swan… who among them, if any, would Elenore pry from Zen’s grasp? And what would this

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something and handed it to Argrave. “Sophia wrote this. It’s about ‘Castro.’ She came

both moved into action, taking the

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capable of, and to that end, teaching her how

Anneliese and Argrave. It boiled down to a simple idea. What if they were to put a person

mentally function, but rather those who had been rendered invalid; those who were in a coma or a similar state, or those who had lost limbs. In a world with healing magic, cases of that sort were appreciably rare—even something like a brain tumor could be purged, as it had in the case of the current Archduchess of the North, Diana of Quadreign, by

Anneliese discussed the merits of the idea at length, but it didn’t take long to come to the conclusion that it was a very worthy cause. What made them even prouder yet was the fact that Sophia had come up

and after she gave them an enthusiastic greeting, she ended up using Argrave’s leg as a bench as

sent,” Argrave informed her. “And Anneliese and

first, however, asking, “But I

think… I think

at you? We said we liked the idea,” Argrave

at me. Umm… do you promise you won’t get mad at her?” Sophia looked up

who?” Anneliese

“Please promise?” Sophia pleaded.

promise,” Argrave

before she shook her head quickly. “Well, I asked

Argrave finished. “And you thought you might use him for

under the nose of your dad, and then you took her to a volcano, and then you fought a bunch of bad guys and healed her! And then I thought that I could do the same thing! Help

Sophia. You definitely could. Not just Castro, either. A bunch of people, far more than I ever could. But… are you sure that’s what you want to do? You’ll be seeing people with their legs, their arms…” Argrave searched for

that healing magic couldn’t achieve. But Sophia… she might actually be able

quietly. “My dad showed me. And he… tried to make me do it, too. I wish I could’ve helped those

want you to think about that

his coat as tightly as she could, then asked muffled behind his coat, “So… can I do