A Sea of Shields. Morgan Rice

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      Yet this time, they brought news, news which could change everything. News which finally gave them cause for hope.

      Karus and Falus marched right up to the soldiers standing guard at the entrance to the prison, men loyal, they knew, to the Queen. They stopped in their tracks, reddening, hating having to suffer the humiliation of needing to ask permission to see their father.

      Gwendolyn’s men surveyed them, as if debating, then nodded to each other and stepped forward.

      “Hold your arms out,” they commanded Karus and Falus.

      Karus and Falus did so, bristling as the soldiers stripped them of their arms.

      They then unlocked the iron gates, opened them slowly, and let them in, closing and slamming and locking the gates behind them.

      Karus and Falus knew their time was short; they would only be allowed to visit their father for a few minutes, as they had, once a week, ever since he had been imprisoned. After that, Gwendolyn’s men would command them to leave.

      They walked to the end of the long dungeon corridor, all the cells empty, their father the only one down here in this ancient prison. Finally, they reached the last cell on the left, lit dimly by a flickering torch against the wall, and they turned to the bars and peered inside, searching for their father.

      Slowly, Tirus emerged from the dark corners of the cell and came to the bars. He stared back, his face gaunt, his beard untended, grim. He stared back with the hopeless expression of a man who knew he would never see daylight again.

      Karus’s and Falus’s hearts broke to witness it. It made them resolve even more to find a way to free him, and to get vengeance on Gwendolyn.

      “Father,” Falus said, hopefully.

      “We bring urgent news,” Karus said.

      Tirus stared back at them, a flicker of hope at their tone.

      “Out with it, then,” he growled.

      Falus cleared his throat.

      “Our sister, it seems, has fallen in love again with our cousin, Reece. Our spies tell us the two plan to marry. Reece intends to call off his wedding on the mainland, and to marry Stara instead.”

      “We must find a way to stop it,” Karus said, indignant.

      Tirus stared back, expressionless, but they could see his eyes darting, taking it all in.

      “Must we?” Tirus said slowly. “And why is that?”

      They looked back at their father, confused.

      “Why?” Karus asked. “We cannot have our family merge with Reece’s. It would play right into the Queen’s hand. Our families would merge, and she would gain complete control.”

      “It would remove any ounce of independence our people still have,” Falus chimed in.

      “The plans are already in motion,” Karus added. “And we must find a way to stop them.”

      They waited for a response, but Tirus slowly shook his head.

      “Stupid, stupid boys,” he said slowly, his voice dark, shaking his head again and again. “Why did I raise such stupid boys? Have I taught you nothing all these years? You still look at what’s in front of you, and not what’s beyond.”

      “We do not understand, Father.”

      Tirus grimaced.

      “And that is why I am in this position. That is why you are not ruling now. Stopping this union would be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, and the worst thing that could happen to our island. If our Stara marries Reece, that would be the greatest thing that could ever happen for all of us.”

      They looked back, confused, not understanding.

      “Greatest? How so?”

      Tirus sighed, impatient.

      “If our two families merge, Gwendolyn cannot keep me imprisoned here. She would have no choice but to set me free. It would change everything. It would not strip us of power – it would give us power. We would be legitimate MacGils, on the same footing as those on the mainland. Gwendolyn would be beholden to us. Don’t you see?” he asked. “A child of Reece and Stara would be as much our child as theirs.”

      “But Father, it is not natural. They are cousins.”

      Tirus shook his head.

      “Politics are not natural, my son. But this union will happen,” he insisted, determination in his voice. “And you two will do everything in your power to make it happen.”

      Karus cleared his throat, nervous, uncertain now.

      “But Reece has already sailed for the mainland,” he said. “It is too late. Reece, we hear, has already made up his mind.”

      Tirus reached up and smacked the iron bars, as if wishing to smack Karus’s face, and Karus jumped back, startled.

      “You are even stupider than I thought,” Tirus said. “You will make certain it happens. Men have changed their minds over lesser things than this. And you will make certain that Reece changes his mind.”

      “How?” Falus asked.

      Tirus stood there thinking, stroking his beard for a long while. For the first time in many moons, his eyes were working, darting, thinking, formulating a plan. For the first time, there was hope and optimism in his eyes.

      “This girl, Selese, the one he is about to marry,” Tirus said finally. “She must be gotten to. You will find her. You will bring evidence… evidence of Reece and Stara’s love. You will tell her firsthand, before he reaches her. You will be sure that she knows that Reece is in love with someone else. That way, in case Reece changes his mind before he reaches her, it will be too late. We will be assured of their breakup.”

      “But what evidence do we have of their love?” Karus asked.

      Tirus rubbed his beard, thinking. Finally, he perked up.

      “Do you remember those scrolls? The ones we intercepted when Stara was young? The love letters she penned to Reece? The letters he penned back to her?”

      Karus and Falus nodded.

      “Yes,” Falus said. “We intercepted the falcons.”

      Tirus nodded.

      “They remain in my castle. Bring them to her. Tell her they are recent, and make it convincing. She will never guess their age – and all will be finished.”

      Karus and Falus finally nodded, smiling, realizing the depth of their father’s cunning and wisdom.

      Tirus smiled back, for the first time in as long as they could remember.

      “Our island will rise again.”

      Chapter Eleven

      Thor sat atop his horse, leading it up and down the lines of Legion recruits, all of the eager boys lined up, standing СКАЧАТЬ