A Sea of Shields. Morgan Rice

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СКАЧАТЬ of their encounter, and every time he thought of her, his heart fluttered with excitement.

      He also could not stop thinking, with dread, of the task that lay ahead of him on the mainland, of telling Selese – and everyone else – that the wedding was off. He did not want to hurt her. But he did not see what choice he had.

      “Reece?” Srog repeated.

      Reece blinked and looked over at him.

      “Did you hear me?” Srog asked.

      “I’m sorry,” Reece said. “What was that?”

      “I said, I take it your sister has received my dispatches?” Srog asked.

      Reece nodded, trying to focus.

      “Indeed,” Reece replied. “Which is why she sent me here. She asked me to check in with you, to hear firsthand what was happening.”

      Srog sighed, staring into the flames.

      “I’ve been here six moons now,” he said, “and I can tell you, the Upper Islanders are not like us. They are MacGils in name only. They lack the qualities of your father. They are not just stubborn – they are not to be trusted. They sabotage the Queen’s ships daily; in fact, they sabotage everything we do here. They don’t want us here. They don’t want any part of the mainland – unless they are invading it, of course. To live in harmony, I have concluded, is just not their way.”

      Srog sighed.

      “We waste our time here. Your sister should withdraw. Leave them to their own fate.”

      Reece nodded, listening, rubbing his hands before the fire, when suddenly, the sun broke free from the clouds, and the dark, wet weather morphed to a clear, shining summer day. A distant horn sounded.

      “Your ship!” Srog cried out. “We must go. You must set sail before the weather returns. I will see you off.”

      Srog led Reece out a side door in the fort, and Reece was amazed as he squinted in the bright sunlight. It was as if the perfect summer day had returned again.

      Reece and Srog walked quickly, side by side, followed by several of Srog’s men, rocks crunching beneath their boots as they navigated the hills and made their way down winding trails toward the distant shore below. They passed gray boulders and rock-lined hills and cliffs peppered with goats that clung to the hillsides and chewed at weeds. As they neared the shore, all around them bells tolled from the water, warning ships of lifting fog.

      “I can see firsthand the conditions you are dealing with,” Reece finally said as they walked. “They are not easy. You have held things together here for far longer than others would have, I’m sure. You have done well here. I will be sure to tell the Queen.”

      Srog nodded back in appreciation.

      “I appreciate your saying that,” he said.

      “What is the source of this people’s discontent?” Reece asked. “They are free, after all. We mean them no harm – in fact, we bring them supplies and protection.”

      Srog shook his head.

      “They will not rest until Tirus is free. They consider it a personal shame on them that their leader is imprisoned.”

      “Yet they are lucky he only sits in prison, and has not been executed for his betrayals.”

      Srog nodded.

      “True. But these people do not understand that.”

      “And if we freed him?” Reece asked. “Would that set them at peace?”

      Srog shook his head.

      “I doubt it. I believe that would only embolden them for some other discontent.”

      “Then what is to be done?” Reece asked.

      Srog sighed.

      “Abandon this place,” he said. “And as quickly as possible. I don’t like what I see. I sense a revolt stirring.”

      “Yet we vastly outnumber them in men and ships.”

      Srog shook his head.

      “That is all but an illusion,” he said. “They are well organized. We are on their ground. They have a million subtle ways of sabotage we cannot anticipate. We are sitting here in a den of snakes.”

      “Not Matus, though,” Reece said.

      “True,” Srog replied. “But he is the only one.”

      There is one other, Reece thought. Stara. But he kept his thoughts close to himself. Hearing all of this made him want to rescue Stara, to take her out of this place as quickly as possible. He vowed that he would. But first he needed to sail back and settle his affairs. Then he could return for her.

      As they stepped onto the sand, Reece looked up and saw the ship before him, his men waiting.

      He stopped before it, and Srog turned to him and clasped his shoulder warmly.

      “I will share all of this with Gwendolyn,” Reece said. “I will tell her your concerns. Yet I know she is determined with these isles. She views them as part of a greater strategy for the Ring. For now, at least, you must keep harmony here. Whatever it takes. What do you need? More ships? More men?”

      Srog shook his head.

      “All the men and ships in the world will not change these Upper Islanders. The only thing that will is the edge of the sword.”

      Reece looked back, horrified.

      “Gwendolyn would never slaughter innocents,” Reece said.

      “I know that,” Srog replied. “Which is why, I suspect, many of our men will die.”

      Chapter Nine

      Stara stood on the parapets of her mother’s fort, a square stone fortress as ancient as the island, the place in which Stara had lived ever since her mother had died. Stara walked to the edge, grateful that the sun had finally broken free on this dramatic day, and looked out to the horizon, with unusually nice visibility, and watched Reece’s ship set sail in the distance. She watched his ship parting from the fleet, watched for as long as she possibly could as his boat drifted for the horizon, each lapping wave taking him farther and farther from her.

      She could watch Reece’s ship all day, knowing he was on it. She couldn’t stand to see it go. She felt as if a part of her heart, a part of herself, were leaving the island.

      Finally, after all these years in this lonely, awful, barren island, Stara felt overwhelmed with joy. Her meeting with Reece had made her feel alive again. It had restored an emptiness within her that she hadn’t even realized had been gnawing away at her all these years. Now that she knew that Reece would call off the wedding, that he would return for her, that the two of them would be wed, finally together forever, Stara felt that everything was going to be okay in the world. All the misery that she had put up with in her life would be worth it.

      Of course, she had to admit, there was a small part of her that felt bad for Selese. Stara never wanted to hurt anyone else’s feelings. Yet at the same time, Stara СКАЧАТЬ