Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 709
Chapter 709: End
Argrave and Anneliese walked toward Elenore’s large command tent in the early morning. Sophia had been reluctant to see them leave, but they’d persuaded her to rest more. As they walked, Argrave paused.
“Forget something?” Anneliese asked, knowing that look.
“The hand mirror,” Argrave said ponderously. “The bronze one. I’ve no idea where it is.”
Anneliese put a hand on her hip as she thought. “It may be a safe assumption to deem it lost, considering you’ve died twice and every building around us has been razed to the ground.”
“Yeah.” Argrave nodded thoughtfully.
“You hadn’t actually used that it in a very long time,” Anneliese reminded him. “You said it made you feel detached from the world around you.”
Argrave nodded in agreement. “It did, it’s just… maybe we could’ve discovered some mystery from it. Some truth.”
“Not every mystery is worth solving,” Anneliese said with complete conviction. “Not every answer will be satisfying. Sometimes, you won’t find any answer at all. Fortunately, there are a thousand other questions worth answering. You don’t need to focus on the impossible ones.” She gestured. “But you know that. It’s why you denied the Heralds.”
Argrave looked up at the sun rising. “Spent a lot of time asking ‘why’ when I was younger. That question invariably multiplies itself. The only thing that made me move on was changing the question. Not ‘why,’ but ‘why not?’”
“Come on,” Anneliese directed him. “Let’s give it our best, today.”
“Why not?” Argrave smiled, following after her and passing into Elenore’s tent.
On the inside, disorganized pockets of important people had spread out everywhere. Upon their entrance, the atmosphere seemed to shift. All small talk ended, and they slowly made their way to the large table in the center of the room that’d been carved of stone.
There were countless groups represented here, each with their own interests. Ganbaatar, envoy of the elves from the Bloodwoods. Therapont, representative of the surviving dwarves fleeing Mundi. Artur, who’d gathered all surviving spellcasters of Vasquer beneath him. Durran, who stood for his people as much for their friendship. Lorena and her daughter—who did indeed look alarmingly like Anneliese, presently—represented the dragons, both those of the moon and the Gilderwatchers.
Each and all had their own sub-factions, their own individual cultures, viewpoints, and methodology. They had their own ambitions, desires, and needs. They had their own philosophy, most of which had insurmountable differences with those standing just next to them. Most here were leaders in their own right, but all were hesitant to step forward to the head of that table. They were all battered enough dealing with their own problems—to shoulder responsibility for all present seemed so difficult that their fear outweighed their ambition.
though,
the head of the table, near in lockstep. Elenore quietly joined them, though made sure she got little
“Let’s convene the First Council of the
the room,
crumbled. We’re standing in the ruins of what was once a proud city, encircled by mountains. Throughout Berendar, the damage is similar.” Argrave snapped his head to
little hunting and foraging is possible, but already that’s wearing thin.” Elenore placed her thin hands on the table. “We need organization. We need robust, centralized leadership—leadership that can act quickly and decisively, that can
necessity for that, agreeing
grand city of Mundi for countless years, colonizing
discontented,
“Here, now… could this disparate group of peoples act with both haste and justice?
author's narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of
much in Mundi, meaning no offense. Could
for a council of sorts.” Ganbaatar looked at
of intense war. However, is his sort of mentality what
no great love for war. I think most of you can attest to the fact I search for a diplomatic solution wherever possible. Moreover… I’ve never had singular power.” He looked at Anneliese, then Elenore. “Anneliese has been as much of a
arms crossed. “The choice is between a council of some sorts, or the royal three.” He gestured their way. “You might say that I’m a touch biased, but I think our present rulers have more than proven themselves. The idea of waiting for a council
democracy,” Raven said. “But to rebuild from the ashes? To reclaim a ravaged continent before nature does? To check
saw the merit in what Raven
said glibly. “I’d be pleased
All of us are here, now, sleeping on shoddy bedrolls and walking on grass. All should be given equal opportunity to make their way in the world. We have the
life is all our people know,” Nikoletta spoke up. “Keep
a little opposed to the
changed. There’s an opportunity to do both. Building the house is a much different task from living in it.” Anneliese gestured at Therapont. “We can build the framework for the transition from an absolute government to one that allows people their voice. And we can see
you? In ten, twenty, even a hundred years from now, when you’ve a dozen children running about, and they’re expecting children of their own… could you
Argrave said with some amusement. “Taking Sophia, going to some distant, beautiful place… letting the world sort itself out.” He smiled at Anneliese, who offered her hand.
also essentially immortal, and could likely kill all of us,” Lorena
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