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shook his head. "These games you play are dangerous, Medea. One day you may find someone who plays them better!"
    Medea blushed. "I did what I thought best for my child."
    "Liza is mine. I will brook no more interference from either one of you again. As for Brelan Saur, don't ever again try to put him between Liza and me. If you do, if you try to, I swear before heaven and earth I will make damned sure you never set eyes on her again and you will be mourning at his funereal pyre!"
    "Medea!" Shaz gasped. "We cannot allow this! The man is not lucid! Listen to what he threatens!"
    "Put no more stumbling blocks in our path, Shaz," Conar warned. "I'll take this bloody keep apart if you do!"
    "Go to the ship, Conar," Medea told him, wanting to diffuse the situation before anymore of her furniture was in danger of being destroyed. "She'll be there shortly." When the Prince made no move, she sighed. "You have my word as a Daughter of the Multitude that your wife will be joining you before the sun is set."
    Conar bowed slightly. "She had better."

Chapter 4
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"We are not sailing to Boreas," Liza informed the captain once the Seachance was well out to sea. "Go where my husband tells you."
    The captain looked from princess to prince, took in the stubborn looks on both young faces, weighed the problems he would have with his king and queen when he returned to Fealst, then took the lesser of two evils.
    "To where do you wish us to set sail, Your Grace?" he asked Conar.
    Unwilling to have anyone cause them anymore problems, Conar ordered the ship to the southern tip of Oceania where the black-sand beach stretched into the hazy wisps of fog, the beginning of the uncharted seas know as The Sinisters . The captain bowed respectfully, looked to the heavens, then ordered his First Mate to change course.
    "He wants to go to Montyne Cay," the captain sighed, shaking his head at the First Mate who stared aghast. "Just get us there, man!"
    The captain wasn't quite as accommodating when told to dock on the island and remain until Prince Conar decided it was time to leave.
    "But when will that be, Your Grace?" the captain asked Liza.
    "Whenever my lord deems it time."
    Once on the small island—most of whose inhabitants had long since moved on to more populated regions—the crew of the Seachance , the men of the Elite, Gezelle who was Liza's maidservant, along with Conar and his lady, made use of the still livable huts and fishing boats left behind.
    The living was comfortable, if primitive. The natives were friendly and helpful. Fresh water was taken from an island spring and plenty of fruit trees and wild boar were found about the land. There were vegetables still growing in abandoned gardens and fish practically leapt into the outriggers when the Elite went fishing.
    Only a few of the crew—those married or engaged men who did not want to be long away from their families—had left the ship at Hare's Down, the last heavily populated town before reaching Montyne Cay.
    When King Gerren, Conar's father, received word of his son's folly, he shouted in fury, punching Hern Arbra on his thick shoulder and reminded the old Master-at-Arms of just how unruly his son had become of late.
    "The boy's tetched!" Gerren seethed.
    "The boy knows what he's about," Hern countered. "Leave him be."
    Only two men were truly angered by Conar's decision to prolong his return to Boreas Keep, the Serenian Capitol. Kaileel Tohre and the Elite guard, whom the High Priest had sent along with Conar. Neither man was willing to let any length of time go by before Conar received the just punishment he so richly deserved.
    Unable to utilize the Brotherhood of the Domination's magical powers so near the boundary of The Sinisters—a sort of no-man's-land where Magik did not work—Tohre had no choice but to leave the prince alone.
    The Elite in Tohre's employment bided his time as well, fearful of causing mischief. Since the protection stones given to him by Tohre had no