An Oath of Brothers by Morgan Rice Read Free Book Online

several moments to realize it was all just a dream.
    She stood and looked down at the creaking floorboards of the deck, and realized she was still on the ship. It all came flooding back to her: their departure from the Southern Isles, their quest to free Gwendolyn.
    “My lady?” came a gentle voice.
    Alistair looked over and saw Erec standing beside her, looking back at her, concerned. She was relieved to see him.
    “Another nightmare?” he asked.
    She nodded, looking away, self-conscious.
    “Dreams are more vivid at sea,” said another voice.
    Alistair turned to see Erec’s brother, Strom, standing nearby. She turned further and saw hundreds of Southern Islanders all aboard the ship, and it all came back to her. She remembered their departure, their leaving a grieving Dauphine behind, whom they had left to be in charge of the Southern Isles with her mother. Ever since receiving that message, all of them felt they had no choice but to set sail for the Empire, to search for Gwendolyn and all the others of the Ring, duty-bound to save them. They knew it would be an impossible mission, yet none of them cared. It was their duty.
    Alistair rubbed her eyes and tried to shake the nightmares from her mind. She did not know how many days had passed already on this endless sea, and as she looked out now, studying the horizon, she could not see much. It was all obscured by fog.
    “The fog has been following us since the Southern Isles,” Erec said, watching her gaze.
    “Let’s hope it’s not an omen,” Strom added.
    Alistair gently rubbed her belly, reassured that she was OK, that her baby was OK. Her dream had felt too real. She did it quickly and discreetly, not wanting Erec to know. She hadn’t told him yet. A part of her wanted to—but another part of her wanted to wait for the perfect moment, when it felt right.
    She took Erec’s hand, relieved to see him alive.
    “I’m glad you’re okay,” she said.
    He smiled back, as he pulled her close and kissed her.
    “And why wouldn’t I be?” he asked. “Your dreams are just fancies of the night. For every nightmare, there is also a man who is safe. I’m as safe here, with you and my loyal brother and my men, as I can ever hope to be.”
    “Until we reach the Empire at least,” Strom added with a smile. “Then we shall be as safe as we can ever be with a small fleet against ten thousand ships.”
    Strom smiled as he spoke, seeming to relish the fight to come.
    Erec shrugged, serious.
    “With the Gods behind our cause,” he said, “we cannot lose. Whatever the odds.”
    Alistair pulled back and frowned, trying to make sense of it all.
    “I saw you and your ship being sucked down to the bottom of the sea. I saw you on it,” she said. She wanted to add the bit about their child, but she restrained herself.
    “Dreams are not always what they appear to be,” he said. Yet deep in his eyes, she saw a flash of concern. He knew that she saw things, and he respected her visions.
    Alistair took a deep breath, looked down to the water, and knew he was right. They were all here, alive after all. Yet it had seemed so true.
    As she stood there, Alistair felt the temptation to again raise her hand to her belly, to feel her stomach, to reassure herself and the child she knew was growing within her. Yet, with Erec and Strom standing there, she did not want to give it away.
    A low, soft horn cut through the air, sounding intermittently every few minutes, warning the other ships in his fleet of their presence in the fog.
    “That horn might give us away,” Strom said to Erec.
    “To whom?” Erec asked.
    “We know not what lurks behind the fog,” Strom said.
    Erec shook his head.
    “Perhaps,” he replied. “But the greater danger for now is not the enemy, but ourselves. We collide into our own, and we can bring our entire fleet down. We must sound the horns until the fog lifts. Our entire fleet can talk this way—and just as importantly, not drift too far from each