Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 636

Chapter 636: Pieces of Peace

Knowing that all of them might not ever again return from the Shadowlands, Argrave gave one final compromise for those he’d brought back beyond the grave: a day to say their goodbyes to this world, in whatever manner they saw fit. He wasn’t trusting enough to see them roam freely, though, so he only allowed those who were fitted with something of Raven’s design to leave. It would kill them if they did not return in a timely fashion.

Argrave sat with Garm, who went without eating despite a good-looking pile of food being placed before him.

“How does it feel, knowing you’re responsible for all of this?” Argrave asked.

Garm picked up a leaf of lettuce and moved it between his fingers. “Empty, yet complete. It feels like there’s nothing more to do, and that’s a rather empty feeling. At the same time, I don’t feel things are as… unfinished as they were.”

Argrave nodded. “I don’t know how much time is remaining to you, but do you want to tie up some loose ends? We visited Malgeridum, but I’m not entirely sure that’s enough.”

“I got closure in that regard.” He studied Argrave. “It’s only you I haven’t tied things up with. In terms of the amount of time, you didn’t appear in my life the longest. But in terms of the influence? I don’t think any one person has had more impact on me.” He tapped the table. “What you said, about naming your first son after me…”

“Yeah. I meant that.” Argrave nodded. “If you want, the offer still stands.”

“No.” Garm looked at Argrave squarely. “I don’t want you to do that. I respect what you’re trying to do, but I want my name to be my own. Besides, it’d probably bring the kid bad luck.”

“Okay. I’ll remember that. Instead of the first, I’ll name the second son Garm.”

Garm laughed, then finally took a bite of his meal. “Alright, you bastard. Do whatever you want.” He chewed for a few minutes, then his gaze went distant. “It’s hard to imagine being anything other than alive. But I’ve been dead, twice. Once more isn’t so much trouble.”

Argrave stared solemnly, letting his thoughts go. “What you’ve done… so long as the people you chose are up to the task, it’ll never be forgotten. I absolve you of any sins.” Argrave drew a cross in the air. “Your soul is saved. Rejoice, my child.”

“I don’t need absolution. The only thing I’d have done differently is… well, I wouldn’t die.”

Argrave looked at him, having some trouble understanding that sentiment. “Then why help me?”

“Hmm.” Garm pushed away his plate. “Maybe… it’s because I think you might be the one person who’ll miss me when I’m gone. And even in spite of all I’ve done, you won’t forget I’ve done something worth remembering. Hell—I don’t understand it myself.”

Argrave couldn’t begin to understand why Garm had helped. But he was right in one thing—it wouldn’t be forgotten.

“In that sense, at least… memory… I’ll make sure you never die,” Argrave promised.

“You’ll have to live yourself,” Garm pointed out.

“Indeed I will…”

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bit late,” Onychinusa told Balzat. “Argrave and Anneliese already brought me here. How else do you think we learned the imperial

as the dryads wove crowns of twigs in her hair. She seemed far more comfortable with them than she did anyone else. He had intended to come here, where he knew the dryads would still faithfully serve the imperial family, and bestow them upon the ascendant kingdom of Vasquer. With their aid, never again would they suffer famine. Mastery over the dryads had been one of the reasons

quite late,”

wouldn’t dare deprive her of that right. They kept the Bloodwoods sprouting brilliantly, never to be shaken. In the past, this region had been a sparsely inhabited place claimed by the imperial family. Now, these redwoods supported the elven

of this land was supposed to be yours,” he

stopped and stared at

He nodded. “It isn’t.”

rose to her feet. “Anneliese works so

A life of peace, or a life of reclaiming the nebulous idea of a birthright… for his granddaughter, he earnestly hoped she’d choose the former. And it seemed she would, so far

want?”

website. Ensure the author gets

She held

seem to be doing a

listen, learn. To see people’s

it if he stayed quiet. “I only hope you make time to live your own, after what you

to do. I know to be nice, like Anneliese is. I know not to enslave people, because Llewellen said it was hard on him. Argrave says to treat others like you want to be treated. He can be annoying, but I like when he said that.

understand things like that… yet at the same time, seeing how she’d ended up in spite of

of

“Okay.” She nodded.

a grin on his face, Balzat turned around. “I understand the elves here wanted to speak with

you,” she said. “And I wish

this was more than I deserve. I hope I was

Onychinusa shrugged. “We’ll see.”

her. “Your parents loved you. And I do, as well, difficult as it might

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these people in the Bloodwoods. And right alongside them, he witnessed others—the leaders of the slaves that had revolted against his empire. The ones partially responsible for the extinction of his people, who had become gods of the Bloodwoods. He had died before they had revolted, but the fact remained they’d been responsible for the death of his descendants. They loomed nearly as large as the redwood trees towering above. This place retained

people… they had called for him asking for counsel. It felt

their commanders, who led a tumen, explained to him. “We wished to know how we

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