The Trials of Boy Kings E-Book

M.J. Sewall

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

The young kings stand oceans apart.

Old truths have been discovered, putting them both in grave danger. Held captive by their fate, the two sworn enemies that chose their king will come crashing together, but in ways neither side could see coming.

A new threat rises as the distant leader known as the Father steps out of the shadows, threatening his enemies with a deadly new weapon.

Facing destiny-altering choices, both kings must hold on to the allies that will bring down their true enemies. But can they set right the history that has been stolen?

Leseprobe

The Trials of Boy Kings

Chosen King Book II

M.J. Sewall

Copyright (C) 2015 M.J. Sewall

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Published 2022 by Next Chapter

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Edited by Emily Glisson

Map by Angelina La Pointe

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.

This book is dedicated to my sister JanetIf it weren't for you…

I begin the tale again

In the middle of our story

The two boy kings

Linked by equal danger

Divided by a large world

New threats and new truths emerge

For some, the story will end

For those that survive

They will be changed forever

This part of the story is filled with fire and blood

~ Llawes the Younger

Also by M J Sewall

Chosen King

Book 1: Dream of Empty Crowns

Book 3: Plague of Tyrants

Forever Warriors

Wild Monsters Dance About – Stories From An Unruly Mind

Seven Ways To Jane

Chapter 1: Monsters

The monsters were getting out of hand.

The large watership bobbed in the gray day, as the waters mesmerized the man standing on deck. The cold wind swirled around his muscular frame, and played with his beard. Bare chested, he refused to let the cold touch him.

He willed it away.

“A fin, two hundred feet off deck, father,” said one of the crew rushing up to him. The man knew this was the first time the boy had been on a large watership, the youngest son of an important man from the inner council.

The older man patted the young man's face that held only the wisp of a beard. “Let's go kill it.”

The young man smiled and yelled to the crew. “Long boats at the ready!”

The man smiled as he saw the crew begin to lower the long boats. Just like the legends, he thought. He jumped into one of the three boats as the winches lowered the narrow wooden vessels into the waters.

The man shouted, “Are you ready to reclaim your place in history?” the six men on his boat cheered as the man spoke. “Our ancestors hunted these monsters back in the mists of time. Now they have returned. Let's send them back into legend!”

The crew of young men cheered louder. They treated the man like a god. That worried him. The old superstitions must die for us to finish our work, thought the man. Best to show them that I am a man, and that a man is more than any god ever could be.

He couldn't tell his crew that he had other reasons for killing these beasts. Three of his airships had gone missing. That was not a coincidence. All of them had been lost over the waters, no survivors.  I will not let these things take my ships one by one, he thought. It's time to fight.

He had trained the young men himself. Getting this close to a dangerous monster in the open waters required teamwork. He had grilled the men for weeks before they made this journey. Rowing, rowing, and rowing again in unison until they could not lift their arms. To train men to think as one, to have one goal, you had to break down their bodies first. Isn't that what Ollander used to say? The man shook off the rhythmic rowing that made his thoughts wander to his old friend. The friend he was forced to kill.

The man cranked the device. His thinkers said the creatures must be attracted to the sound of the airship's rotators. Trunculin has written of similar problems. But of course we are both liars, he thought.

To the man, the sound that the device made was different than the noise of the rotators, but before he had a chance to decide if it would work, a Jhalgon fish erupted out of the water to the right of their boat. Its leathery wet wings pushed it straight up into the air. The waves made by the monster rocked his boat and the boats just twenty feet away. The beast was massive. He had read the reports and interrogated those that spotted them. But to see a sixty-foot monster lunge straight into the air was a marvel. The men were all frozen with shock. They look more like boys than ever.

The monster arced, and the man realized it was coming down. It opened its massive jaws to reveal its three rows of teeth. Each tooth must be bigger than my hand … but his mind turned to the other boat. The seawater falling from the giant fish rained on the second boat, but they realized what was happening too late for them to get away. The monster landed on the second boat, and the beast forced the longboat under the waves before the wood snapped under the pressure.

The shock of the impact felt like a tidal wave as the two other longboats fought to stay upright. A circle of red emanated out from where the beast had gone under. Fragments of the broken longboat, no bigger than the size of a plate, floated and rode the waves. Luckily, the red was the only part they saw of their fallen friends. The rest must have gone under, or been swallowed by the beast.

The two remaining boats continued to bail the water out that had lapped over the sides. The man stood up, grasping the giant metal spear. It was longer than the man was tall, but he stood straight, feeling the cold metal slick with sea water. He stood on sure legs, riding the rocking motion, scanning for any sign of the beast.

“Fin!” A man shouted from the other boat. The man smiled until he realized it was not headed for his boat. No, monster, come for me. He realized what his face must look like as he glanced at the young man with the wispy beard, his face horrified and desperate. But when he saw the bare chested man looking at him, the young man's face changed to a hardy resolve. He bailed the water faster.

The fin came up from the water, parting it, standing five feet above the waves. The man cranked the machine again, imitating the sound of the rotators from the airships. The top of the beast crested the water with a gray hint of its enormous frame just under the waves. It didn't change direction, still headed for the second boat.

“Damn you!” the man shouted. “Men, row!” he commanded, as the young men rowed directly into the path of the fin. The man ignored the terror that gripped his crew, and raised the long metal spear. The three hooks came to a steely point with a rope firmly tied to the end.

Water sprayed as the boat rocked. The fin rose with the beast, and the wings threw sea water at them as the monster went up. The second boat was still its target, and the man realized it was only jumping his boat to get to the other.

The beast rose higher, using the giant wings to help arc its body. Just before it was directly over their boat, the man flung the spear at the belly of the Jhalgon. It struck the beast and the hooks went deep. The man held fast to the rope, ignoring the burn of the rope as it slid through his hands. Before his hands felt they would catch fire, he grabbed the rope firmly and was lifted off the boat.

Hurt, the beast changed its angle and missed the second boat. The beast hit the icy waters, the man following. His bare chest exploded with a thousand needles as the beast dragged him down. Already fighting for air, the man strained his muscles and forced himself to climb along the rope towards the beast. It was dragging him ever deeper, but he ignored the pressure building in his head.

Hand over hand he pulled himself along the rope until he finally reached the beast. He groped for his short knife, fearing he had lost it. One hand held the rope tightly as he fumbled to find the knife, ignoring the pains in his chest. He finally found the blade and jammed it into the beast. He jabbed again. Over and over again he stabbed at the monster while warm blood flowed past him. The beast bled as he was dragged deeper into the quickly darkening deep.

The man had done all he could. He let go of the rope and used the last of his strength to push up to the light. He had no air.

No, this is not how I die.

It was getting harder to think. The cold felt like knives going deeper and deeper, aiming for his heart. Still, he moved his legs, pushing towards the light. Just when he thought his muscles would fail him, he felt the precious air fill his lungs.

His ears were filled with the sound of water, like the sea had invaded his mind. As he took his second and third gasps of air, he finally heard the cheering. The two boats were far away from him, but the shouting was fierce.

It stopped abruptly when the beast appeared again.

The fin shot straight up out of the water, not far from the man. The man groped for his knife, but realized he had dropped it while searching for air and light. The fin bobbed up again, then slowly rolled to one side. The leathery wings splayed out on either side of the beast, which bobbed with the waves and was surrounded by the red draining from its wounds. The blood reached the man and warmed him.

The great cheers got louder and became a chant. “Father! Father! Father! Father…!”

The man smiled.

Yes, my children, let's begin this new day with blood.

Chapter 2: Visions

Firstcouncilor Trunculin and King Asa had returned from the mess they left in the kingdom of Thure. Loren and the Thurian merchant Denogg had escaped, gone without a trace. Trunculin had put Asa in his chamber under his loyal guards. They had been orders not to hurt him any further, unless Trunculin gave express permission. Better to rule the boy by fear. He knows what I'm capable of now. He won't get out from under my thumb again, Trunculin thought as he stared at the mystic.

The mystic sat in the small room, eyes closed. After all these years, Trunculin was still uneasy around them. He wondered if the feeling would ever go away. Trunculin looked back at the mystic. His eyes were open now, staring. The mystic did not speak.

After a long moment, Trunculin could not bear the silence, “Well…?” the mystic said nothing. Trunculin asked, “Why were you so hard to reach?”

The mystic answered in his own time. “I had business elsewhere. You are not the only kingdom that concerns us.”

Trunculin knew this was true. He had been around long enough to see the secret hand of the mystic guild do its work. “Fair enough. When can you begin with the boy?”

The mystic stared. “I have questions.”

“Questions? About what?”

The mystic Valren said, “Since Gordon collapsed, things have gone badly for you.”

“That didn't sound like a question,” Trunculin rubbed his forehead. The mystic stared. “Gordon and his uncle escaped. Brenddel was nearly killed tracking them down. My new alliance with Thure is gone. Then Gordon died. Then I found out Mantuan and Gordon are alive after all. But wait! Gordon has been taken, and Mantuan has stolen one of my airships. Yes, mystic, you could say I've had better times!”

The Mystic stared.

“What about the boy?” asked Trunculin.

“I am not someone you can intimidate, firstcouncilor.”

“I know that,” said Trunculin. “I … I regret my tone. You and your guild have been very helpful to me. I haven't forgotten that. But how do my troubles change anything with my new boy king?”

“Because I will not help you control this king.”

The words were like a slap across Trunculin's face. He managed, “How can that be your decision? You have …”

“I know what my guild has done for you. We are turning our eyes to other matters.” Valren stopped speaking, but this pause seemed different. He was not staring at the firstcouncilor, but almost through him. Trunculin had never seen the mystic behave this way.

Before Trunculin could ask if he was alright, the mystic's face changed. His features seem to melt into a mask of pain, then he screamed.

Trunculin didn't know what to do. He expected guards to rush in, but realized frantically that he never kept guards around when he saw the mystic. Trunculin put his hand out to him, but the mystic was now looking around the room like he wasn't there. He didn't scream again, just kept looking everywhere in the room, his face frantic and worried. Trunculin realized he wasn't really in the room.

He was inside a vision.

“No!” Valren shouted, but no words came out. He was standing on a ship. The sky was dark, but it was daytime. The darkness came from great black clouds. No, not clouds. They were silver and black and instead of water, they rained destruction. So many arrows. The great kingdom was falling. All around him, waterships were sinking.

Then he was under the water. He was one of the old ones now, the Jhalgon. He was looking through the eyes of the great finned beast. And all around him the sea roiled with his siblings. He crested the water to see the other great kingdoms fall, one by one. First Artoth, then Thure. The kingdoms were all on fire. The banners with the triangle and thirteen longknives fell to the water. Two shadows appeared, as though the sun was extinguished from two different directions. He looked out through his Jhalgon eyes, to the enormous black and silver clouds that weren't clouds. But now he could see they were enormous airships, the new monsters in the world. His head split with a terrible sound he could not extinguish. And the mighty Jhalgon were afraid…

Valren was back in the small room, Trunculin's hand on his arm. Valren pulled his arm away from Trunculin's cold hand. The firstcouncilor saw the look on his face and was deeply concerned. He had never seen a mystic have a vision. “Valren, are you …?”

The mystic seemed to recoil at the words, rubbing his arm where Trunculin had touched him. He saw the look on Trunculin's face and regained his composure. Valren's face returned to his unreadable mask. “I am fine firstcouncilor.”

“What did you see?”

“I don't know…” his tone changed, “…I'm sure it was nothing. Visions happen on their own time, the reasons never immediately clear. I'm sorry you had to see it.”

Trunculin began, “What was …?”

“I must go,” said Valren. “I can't help you with the new king. I have other matters I must see to.”

“But, can't you at least stay for …?”

Valren left without saying another word. He closed the door, leaving a baffled Trunculin alone. Valren walked away from the room, rubbing his arm again. I see you now firstcouncilor, he thought. And for the first time that Valren could remember, he felt the icy hand of fear.

Chapter 3: The Lawkeeper

“We have to go back and find him, Mantuan!” said Aline angrily. “How could this happen?”

“It is my failure, but we will find Gordon. Right now we can do nothing, there are only a handful of us. We can't go back to the kingdom of the gods against two armies and Brenddel's men. Besides, I think Gordon may have been taken to Extatumm.”

“Why? What would they want with him?”

“I'm not sure. But you heard what Santovan said about people disappearing. I don't think he was taken by chance. Those young people dressed in white must work for Extatumm somehow. It could be that Extatumm wants Gordon as some sort of bargain or ransom.”

“No one knew Gordon was there. No one even knows Gordon is alive, except for us.”

“I'm not so sure. There was a man in a red tunic, and another man with Brenddel. The other man looked like someone I know from Thure. If the man in red was from Extatumm, maybe he had time to tell someone. But we can't just fly into Extatumm. Their army is rumored to be vast. We will rescue Gordon. But first, we have to go get the lawkeeper and convince him to come with us. Then, we go back to the fortress. We'll figure out how to rescue Gordon from there.”

Aline walked back and forth, and growled with rage before she calmed, “I know you're right, Manny. I just can't stand the thought of not doing anything. Why does it feel like everything is against us?”

“Because they are. It's always easy to do the wrong thing. It's easy to destroy things and give in to darkness, like Trunculin does. It's always harder to do what is right. But we will find Gordon and we will win the war against Trunculin's evil. Now, we have a task at hand.”

“I'll have to accept that … for now. But, are you sure we can reach this place even with the airship?”

“No. But I think fate owed us some good news, don't you? Somehow I feel we are supposed to find him.” Santovan's maps called for them to go deep into the snowy mountains. Eventually they arrived near the location on the maps.

They could see the distant sun, but it didn't seem to make the weather any warmer. There was snow everywhere in the high mountains. It was bitterly cold and the standard uniforms and blankets stored on the airships only helped so much.

Since they had long since passed a place where any other humans lived, it was easy to spot the small trail of smoke rising from the side of the mountain. They were not close enough to see a structure or a cave, but it was obvious that someone lived there. Mantuan understood why Santovan was so negative about the lawkeeper. It wasn't finding him, it was getting to him in the steep, high mountains. The climb looked impossible without an airship.

Although Mantuan had been on many airships, it had been years. He was increasingly worried about how high they were in such cold weather. The rotators were already making stranger and stranger sounds as they climbed.

When they were close to the smoke, Mantuan looked down to see exactly how tall the mountains were. Because of the weather, he could barely see the ground at all. He looked back to where the smoke was rising and he could see a small clearing of maybe one hundred feet, in and around where the cave had to be. There was no way to land the airship, so they would have to rope down to the clearing.

“Do you think he'll be alone?” asked Lantovas.

“I'm sure he's alone. I just don't know if he'll be happy to see strangers. He must have heard us coming. Our rotators are not a natural sound. And, since he hasn't come out to greet us, I'm guessing that he may not be overly friendly,” warned Mantuan. “We will have to be careful.”

Aline, Lantovas, and Mantuan all carried as much protection from the cold as they could, and as many weapons as they dared.

Mantuan said, “We will rope down at the end of the clearing, and walk up so that we don't seem threatening. I don't want him to think the three of us are his enemies.”

They hovered over the spot and lowered the ropes, checking for any movement. There was none, only the wind and cold. From his new angle, Mantuan thought he could see the cave entrance.

The three lowered themselves on the ropes, scanning constantly, making sure there were no arrows flying their way. Mantuan had instructed the pilot to stay as close to the mountain as they dared, and the ropes in place, so they could climb them quickly if they had to escape.

When they were firmly on the ground, Mantuan looked at the steep mountain above them. There was only a thin layer of snow above their position. There was no chance of an avalanche, so he yelled as loudly as he could. “Hello!” the word echoed throughout the mountains many times until it faded away.

No response.

They walked slowly towards the mouth of the cave. Aline pointed out that the clearing had been recently cleared of snow. There were several trees growing out of the side of the mountain, branches hanging over the clearing as they walked forward. A few times, they had to duck underneath a branch laden with fresh snow. The fact that it was not snowing at the moment helped them see ahead, as the cold sun glowed weakly through the frosty haze.

Every few feet, Mantuan yelled greetings again. Each time he got no response. They were about fifty feet from the entrance when they could see it was covered in what looked like animal skins. There were sharpened sticks coming out of the ground near the cave and all around the entrance. Apparently, the lawkeeper did not want visitors.

They ducked under another tree branch, and even though they heard no sound, something fell onto Lantovas' back. At first it looked like a large chunk of snow had fallen on him, but as it moved they could tell it was a snowcat.

“Ahhggg!” Lantovas tried to throw the large cat off as it clawed his back. The cat tried to sink its teeth into his neck, but Lantovas rolled on his back and on top of the snowcat. It didn't release its grip. He pulled his shortknife, but could not get at the attacking cat.

Lantovas tried to crush the animal with his own weight, and Mantuan and Aline had their knives out. Aline tried to stab at it, but the cat and Lantovas were rolling around on the snow. She was afraid she would stab the guard.

Someone came out of nowhere, dressed in white furs. The figure leaped to Lantovas, sliding a shortknife deep into the cat's neck, which immediately went limp. Lantovas slumped with a groan, red blood flowing over the white snow. The fur-covered figure said, “Get him inside. I need to attend to these wounds.”

Mantuan took quick action, putting the man over his shoulder. Lantovas was in a great deal of pain as they stepped around the sharpened sticks and walked through the skins covering the opening.

In the cave, the figure threw off the white furs. “Put him face down on the table.”

Mantuan froze, his heart nearly stopped.

“It can't be,” said Mantuan, getting to one knee. “My queen. I … I thought you were dead.”

The woman ripped off Lantovas' coat and shirt to expose his wounds. She was already putting some sort of sticky cream on his cuts. “That's strange, Mantuan. I thought you died on an airship with my husband. Get off your knee, I'm not a queen anymore.”

“Arrggh!” screamed Lantovas as she applied the cream.

“Sorry, this is going to hurt. But without it, those scratches won't heal and they will become infected. Cats may lick themselves, but that doesn't make them clean,” said the queen, continuing to put the sticky gray paste on the man's wounds.

“Why do animals keep attacking me?” moaned Lantovas.

“You must taste good,” offered Aline. Lantovas tried to laugh, but apparently that made it hurt more.

“I like her,” the queen said, working quickly with her healing paste. “As much as I want to know why you're alive, Mantuan, I'd rather know why you're here. You have an airship – are you Trunculin's friend again?” She turned her head to glare at him.

“I was never Trunculin's friend. We stole the airship from Brenddel,” said Mantuan.

She returned her attention to Lantovas. “Good. I hope you killed that monster.”

“I started to, but he ran to get more men.”

“Too bad. But I'm sure there will be another chance. Monsters always come back. Come here and help me, girl.”

“Aline,” she said, coming to help.

“Okay Aline, we need to turn him over. The cat scratched above his chest, too. It's going to hurt him as we turn him over. Mantuan, I need your help too.”

Lantovas said, “I am right here, you know.” they turned him and Lantovas yelled as he was placed gently on his back. She put more healing paste on his wounds and healing cloth over that. The woman gave him something, and Lantovas was soon sleeping off the pain.

The queen made some tea. She gave a second pot to Aline to have brought up to the airship. “My cave is too small for more people, but there's no reason for them to freeze to death up there,” she said. She sent her with a torch. “The cats hate fire and bright light. You should be safe out there for now.”

Aline left the cave. The woman said, “What does the girl know? Can we speak openly?”

“Yes.” said Mantuan.

The queen slapped Mantuan hard across the face.

“Why did you let him die? You were supposed to protect him!”

“I deserve that. And more. Many times I wished I had died that day, instead of Daymer. I should have died for failing my king, your husband. I am sorry.”

The queen came to him and hugged him this time. He hugged her back.

“I'm sorry Mantuan. I've just been trying to forget how it all went wrong. And now here you are, back from the dead. What happened that day? I only know the story from one point of view.”

“I still don't know exactly what lies Trunculin put in Brenddel's head. But I assume he told him that you and the king were responsible for the slavery at the gas fields. I was looking over the railing at something. To this day, I can't remember what. And when I turned around, Brenddel had stabbed the king and pushed him over. I was on the other side of the deck. I ran, but the king had already fallen. We battled, but whatever Trunculin had told Brenddel fueled him with rage and strength. I have never seen him fight so hard, and he was nearly as good as me without the rage.”

“He was your adopted son, of course he was strong,” said the queen.

“Yes, well, that was a long time ago. I know my love for him was why I let my guard down. I went over the edge and fell through a canopy of trees. As fate would have it, there were people living in the trees. A whole little village.”

“That's amazing. I know you believed in gods once. Did that strengthen your faith?”

“A little, yes.” replied Mantuan.

Aline slowly come back in, “Is it alright? I could go back to the ship if you like…”

The queen responded, “No, no. Come have some tea and tell me how you know this big, one eyed warrior.”

Aline smiled. “Manny? Oh, he's not that tough. You should see him play with a litter of puppies.”

“That was one time. And you know not to call me that.”

The queen said, “Sounds like you've known each other for a long time, Manny.”

“Manny is the father I never knew. When he literally fell into my life, I was just a little girl. My mother wasn't there. I think we adopted each other. My village is a band of people looking for a better place, far up in the trees.”

“How do you live in the trees, exactly?” asked the queen.

“Same way you live far up in a mountain, I guess. But, with better weather.”

“I definitely like her,” said the queen.

“We have the forest nearly all to ourselves. Over the years there were rumors spread that the forest is haunted. Mantuan has helped keep that legend alive with some secrets we found there. Every time someone is running from something and finds our forest, they enter and never leave. That's how we grow our village.”

Mantuan agreed. “We have a very good security system. That forest is haunted, by us. Plenty of fresh water and game. We grow and hunt all our own food. We call it the fortress. And you, my queen? Why hide up here?”

“I'm not hiding. This is my home now. You answer my questions first. If you didn't know I was alive, why are you here?” asked the queen.

“We were looking for the lawkeeper. I had no idea it would be you.”

“What do you know of the lawkeeper?” asked the queen.

“We heard for years, in many kingdoms, that there was someone going through old records and documents. Scouring our world for something. I tracked you for years, but I was always just behind you,” said Mantuan.

“That was you? By the gods, I thought it was Trunculin or his agents,” said the queen. “I have learned how to hide myself very well after the world thought I was dead.”

“There are a lot of people coming back from the dead lately.” added Aline.

Mantuan said, “I found out that what this lawkeeper was looking for was original laws. Laws having to do with the kingdom of the thirteen, and outsider accounts of our kingdom in the early days, but especially anything written about the first thirteen.”

The queen nodded. “And do you know why I was looking and collecting?”

“I think you realized that Trunculin has been destroying our kingdom's first laws quietly. I think you found proof.”

“I did. Follow me.”

She led them to another room in the naturally formed cave. The queen pulled back a curtain to reveal an alcove in the wall. There was a table with stacks of books, papers, and scrolls. Many of them looked very old.

“I wanted some privacy, but it appeared my cave is also a perfect place to protect documents from crumbling into dust. You don't know how long I spent in dusty old rooms. In Thure alone, I must have gone down a mile or more - five thousand feet under the ground. There is a vast kingdom under Thure, full of papers and other things. I was even able to get into Extatumm without the council or their agents knowing. I looked through many of the old documents from Dard, the ones they didn't destroy.”

“I had no idea it would be this much,” said Mantuan.

“What you also don't know is why I started looking,” said the queen, pulling out a small drawer. “I found this in a lower level, in a secret hiding place in the palace. Do you remember when the king and I got married and that I helped restored the palace? Well, I found this myself, hidden in a wall. It is an original law book.” The queen handed the book to Mantuan and said, “Very carefully, look at the first page.”

Mantuan opened the book carefully and read the inside cover. “Borenn. This belonged to our first king?”

“Yes. You have no idea what's in this original material I found. It proves Trunculin has changed the law completely. Our kingdom is nearly upside down from what it should be.”

Mantuan smiled. “This is exactly what I'm looking for, to expose Trunculin for what he is.”

The queen took the book from Mantuan's hands and put it back in the drawer. “It makes no difference. You asked me why I hide up here. It's not just to preserve the documents. It doesn't matter if you passed these documents out on the streets of the kingdom to every person. No one would know what it truly meant, because Trunculin has succeeded in changing history. No one can comprehend how his lies have taken root in the people. What can be done now? Trunculin has already won.”

“My queen, this man has taken everything from you. Your husband, your kingdom, and soiled your reputation by smearing the evil of slavery on your good name. Of course you feel that way,” said Mantuan.

Aline added, “We can't let Trunculin win. He must be brought down in the full light of day, his evil exposed to everyone. Who better to do it than you?”

The queen responded. “Who would believe a slaver queen? That is what he convinced them of, didn't he? Before I saw it with my own eyes, I would not have believed what was in these documents. But simply showing old documents will prove nothing.”

Aline said, “We have a small army of people helping us gather other proof. But we also have Gordon. When we restore him as king, it will be a powerful symbol…”

“What do you mean Gordon?”

“Loren has raised him to be a fine young man, my queen. With the documents and Gordon, we will defeat Trunculin,” said Mantuan.

Queen Ellice froze. “Are you telling me that my brother and my son are still alive?”