A Sea of Shields (Book #10 in the Sorcerer's Ring) by Morgan Rice Page B

strength to follow through. To come back for her. That the two of them would finally be together forever.
    No matter what it took.
     

CHAPTER TEN
     
     
    Karus and Falus, Tirus’s two sons, walked quickly down the spiral stone staircase, descending deeper and deeper, heading toward the dungeon that held their father. They hated the indignity of having to descend to this place to see their father, a great warrior who had been rightful King of the Upper Isles. And they silently vowed revenge.
    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,