A March of Kings. Morgan Rice

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      Thor tried to keep up as Reece navigated the passage with a stunning display of virtuosity, obvious that he knew every step by heart.

      “How do you possibly remember all these turns?” Thor asked in awe.

      “You get lonely growing up as a boy in this castle,” Reece continued, “especially when everyone else is older, and you’re too young to join the Legion, and there’s nothing else to do. I made it my mission to discover every nook and cranny of this place.”

      They turned again, went down three stone steps, turned through a narrow opening in the wall, then went down a long stairwell. Finally, Reece brought them to a thick, oak door, covered in dust. He leaned one ear against it and listened. Thor came up beside him.

      “What door is this?” Thor asked

      “Shhh,” Reece said.

      Thor grew quiet and put his own ear against the door, listening. Krohn stood there behind him, looking up.

      “It is the back door to my father’s chamber,” Reece whispered. “I want to hear who’s in there with him.”

      Thor listened, his heart pounding, to the muffled voices behind the door.

      “Sounds like the room is full,” Reece said.

      Reece turned and gave Thor a meaningful look.

      “You will be walking into a firestorm. His generals will be there, his council, his advisors, his family – everyone. And I’m sure every one of them will be on the lookout for you, his supposed murderer. It will be like walking into a lynching mob. If my father still thinks you tried to murder him, you’ll be finished. Are you sure you want to do this?”

      Thor swallowed hard. It was now or never. His throat went dry, as he realized this was one of the turning moments of his life. It would be easy to turn back now, to flee. He could live a safe life somewhere, far from King’s Court. Or he could pass through that door and potentially spend the rest of his life in the dungeon, with those cretins – or even executed.

      He breathed deep, and decided. He had to face his demons head-on. He could not back away.

      Thor nodded. He was afraid to open his mouth, afraid that if he did, he might change his mind.

      Reece nodded back, with a look of approval, then pushed the iron handle and leaned his shoulder into the door.

      Thor squinted in the bright torchlight as the door flew open. He found himself standing in the center of the king’s private chamber, Krohn and Reece beside him.

      There were at least two dozen people crammed in around the king, who lay on his bed; some stood over him, others knelt. Surrounding the king were his advisors and generals, along with Argon, the Queen, Kendrick, Godfrey – even Gwendolyn. It was a death vigil, and Thor was intruding on this family’s private affair.

      The atmosphere in the room was somber, the faces grave. MacGil lay propped up on pillows, and Thor was relieved to see that he was still alive – at least for now.

      All the faces turned at once, startled at Thor’s and Reece’s sudden entrance. Thor realized what a shock it must have been, with their sudden appearance in the middle of the room, coming out of a secret door in the stone wall.

      “That’s the boy!” someone from the crowd yelled, standing and pointing at Thor with hatred. “He’s the one who tried to poison the king!”

      Guards bore down on him from all corners of the room. Thor hardly knew what to do. A part of him wanted to turn and flee, but he knew he had to face this angry mob, had to have his peace with the king. So he braced himself, as several guards ran forward, reaching out to grab him. Krohn, at his side, snarled, warning his attackers.

      As Thor stood there, he felt a sudden heat rise up within him, a power surging through him; he raised one hand, involuntarily, and held out a palm and directed his energy towards them.

      Thor was amazed as they all stopped in mid-stride, feet away, as if frozen. His power, whatever it was, welling within him, kept them at bay.

      “How dare you march in here and use your sorcery, boy!” Brom – the king’s greatest general – yelled, drawing his sword. “Was trying to kill our king once not enough?”

      Brom approached Thor with his sword drawn; as he did, Thor felt something overcome him, a feeling stronger than he’d ever had. He simply closed his eyes and focused. He sensed the energy within Brom’s sword, its shape, its metal, and somehow, he became one with it. He willed it to stop in his mind’s eye.

      Brom stood frozen in his tracks, wide-eyed.

      “Argon!” Brom spun and yelled. “Stop this sorcery at once! Stop this boy!”

      Argon stepped from the crowd, and slowly lowered his hood. He stared back at Thor with intense, burning eyes.

      “I see no reason to stop him,” Argon said. “He has not come here to harm.”

      “Are you mad? He’s nearly killed our King!”

      “That is what you suppose,” Argon said. “That is not what I see.”

      “Leave him be,” came a gravelly, deep voice.

      Everyone turned as MacGil sat up. He looked over, very faint. It was clearly a struggle for him to speak.

      “I want to see the boy. He is not the one who stabbed me. I saw the man’s face, and it was not him. Thor is innocent.”

      Slowly, the others relaxed their guard, and Thor relaxed his mind, letting them go. The guards backed away, looking at Thor warily, as if he were from another realm, and slowly put their swords back in their scabbards.

      “I want to see him,” MacGil said. “Alone. All of you. Leave us.”

      “My King,” Brom said. “Do you really think that is safe? Just you and this boy alone?”

      “Thor is not to be touched,” MacGil said. “Now leave us. All of you. Including my family.”

      A thick silence fell over the room as everyone stared at each other, clearly unsure what to do. Thor stood there, rooted in place, hardly able to process it all.

      One by one the others, including the King’s family, filed from the room, as Krohn left with Reece. The chamber, so filled with people but moments before, suddenly became empty.

      The door closed. It was just Thor and the king, alone in the silence. He could hardly believe it. Seeing MacGil lying there, so pale, in such pain, hurt Thor more than he could say. He did not know why, but it was almost as if a part of him were dying there, too, on that bed. He wanted more than anything for the king to be well.

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