“What happened today; it can’t happen again. Someone needs to stop them.”
“They are the royal family. How do you suggest we stop them?” Aleuvan asked his friend. This was madness. But so was the massacre they had witnessed.
“Someone else once said, if not us, then who? We have to make them listen.” Windren insisted, pounding his fist on the table.
Several others in the tavern looked their way, curious what this teenager could be talking about. Aleuvan tried to shush his friend.
“You’re going to get us killed. There’s only two of us. We can’t stop the royal family ourselves. No matter how wrong they are.”
Windren’s words were quieter, but no less intense. “You’re wrong. I’ve gotten together quite a few people who are willing to help. They agree with me.”
“How many people? You’re talking about treason.” Aleuvan hissed, desperately wanting out of this conversation.
“I’m talking about a revolution. I’m talking about fixing what’s broken. And I need your ship.”
Aleuvan at back at the seemingly change in topic. “My ship? What do you need my ship for?”
“If we’re going to make a stand, we need the power to do so. Daleskaro has that power. I’ve heard whispers of a fountain beneath Daleskaro Castle. It’s the source of their power. It’s why King Sunoli won’t attack. He wants that power, but they’ve said no. They won’t give it to him. He’s scared of them.”
“You’re telling me a fantasy story.”
“What if we go? We petition the king there to let us get a little bit of power. Just enough to overthrow King Sunoli.”
“And he’ll just hand over the power? Really?”
“Well, we’ll ask really nicely.”
Aleuvan dropped his head into his hand that tested on the table.
“You’re an idiot.”
“You lack vision.”
Aleuvan shook his head. “Look, I’ve got to go. Elestra is waiting for me.”
“We’re going to meet with everyone in two days. Invite her to come. You’ll see. This will work.”
“Sure, Windren. I’ll see you then.”
Aleuvan pulled his coat around him and braced himself as he stepped into the night air. Zring only got cold for one week a year, but it was always terrible when it came. To have had to brave the cold to stand out all day watching the horrible scene that occurred today was almost worse than when it happened on a normal day. Every man was required to attend the executions. Women weren’t turned away, but they didn’t get penalized for not showing up. Women were gentler creatures and couldn’t handle death as readily. At least, that’s what the king said. Aleuvan knew that there was no difference. Death was death, no matter your gender. Some women handled it better than men. It was a matter of constitution, not gender.