Lucius and Dagon fought hard to keep the guards away, and with the help of the villagers, their numbers were dwindling slowly, giving Einion more room to seek his uncle’s death.
“Fight for your rightful king!” Dagon yelled to the peasants who stood fearful at the back of the hall. “Kill your persecutors now!”
There were cries as several peasants went down beneath the blades of Caradoc’s men. The people were pushed back more, tested, bloodied until only a few guards remained and the fighting spilled out onto the fortress rock, beneath the light of the blood moon and scattered fires.
Lucius saw Einion tumble and slam into the ground then, and jumped to his aid, but Einion shook his head.
“No! He’s mine!”
“The Gods love you, Lord Einion!” someone yelled at the back of the hall.
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