“Phoebus…please…” Lucius forced himself not to get angry, for he could see the panic in his son’s eyes. “I too left my greatest weapon with her, as did your mother. It was necessary. If we take them, they may be taken from us, but if they remain with Elana, they will always be there for us when we need them.”
“What if we don’t come back?” Phoebus said.
Lucius could not answer. He knew in that moment that perhaps they never would come back to Britannia.
“The Gods curse me!” Phoebus said before opening the door and slamming it behind him.
“What’s happening?” Calliope said from her bed.
“It’s all right, my girl,” Adara said, going to the bed and lying beside her daughter. She looked across at Lucius.
“He was looking for the swords. I had to tell him.”
“We should have told him sooner,”
