to the land… well, I mean our island nation.”
The older man was evidently shy, afraid to speak directly.
“There are more important matters,” the Second Minister’s amiable tenor contradicted him. “The first is trade, the second is the threat of war. On one side is the Sultan’s fleet, on the other a more powerful enemy. If we decide on an alliance with the stronger side, putting aside the unpleasant memory of the experience with Katharina, we will have an ally who will easily sink not only the Sultan’s fleet for us, but also the armadas of all the capricious kingdoms trading with us. We must choose the strongest. Then we will not be at a disadvantage.”
“It is too risky,” said the king. “We don’t know who we’re dealing with. If he sinks the enemy, he’ll destroy us.”
“I know how devious he is, and how dangerous and treacherous his people are,” said one of the advisors.
“It is exactly.” The others nodded. “He is a risky man to be around.”
“But it’s more risky to refuse him,” said the other minister again, and there was a silence in the room. Evidently there was nothing to object to.
“You shouldn’t have built so many fountains. They’re so easy to get through to the world,” the chattering advisers began. “Maybe we should fill them all with sand.”
“But that would leave lakes and rivers.”
“We’ll enclose them with high dams, fences, grates. Anything to make sure no one from the water gets in.”
“And where will people get drinking water?”
“That’s the problem. They come from the water. They can only be destroyed along with water, and without water, people can’t survive. So we are cornered, and they are free to go everywhere.”
Lilophea could no longer tell whose voice she was hearing. Everyone was talking at once.
“Be quiet!” the king pounded his fist on some hard surface, obviously the table. “The last message says it all. It seems we have lost to them. Of course, we can no longer catch fish with a message sewn in their belly, or let strange sailors with shells for ears into port, but the messages will still come. And they are becoming more and more threatening. And calling an army is useless. You can’t fight the elements.”
Again there was a rumble of indignant voices inside.
“They come from the sea.”
“They threaten us all.”
“How do we fight them?”
“Let’s give up the princess as they want.”
“No, it is not at all,” said the king and the first minister in one voice. The latter dreamed of marrying the princess himself. Lilothea knew this, so she tried as little as possible to get in his face. He looked at her too carnivorous. Naturally, considering that with a beautiful girl he was sure to get at least half the country.
Lilothea didn’t want the First Minister to succeed in the matchmaking, but the prospect of being given to who knows who didn’t tempt her either.
“Their leader wants the princess. He believes that she is of the same blood as him.”
“He will not drown her, at least not for a while, and we will have a head start.”
“On the one hand he can sacrifice her, and on the other he can give a generous ransom for her.”
“Either way, it’s the princess he wants, or he won’t leave us alone.”
Lilophea did not understand much. There was too little information, and it was too scattered and contradictory. Could it be about the Sultan? It doesn’t sound like it.
“Do you know what they’re talking about better than I do?” She asked Seneschal in a whisper, but he only flapped his wings anxiously.
“I think we’d better get on a ship and be on our way,” he said, moving away from the door. “So let’s hurry up and see your privateer.”
Lilophea eavesdropped for another minute, but the conversation was disappointing.
“They come from the sea! They are extremely dangerous! They could crush the whole kingdom! They want the princess! The best thing is to give her to them!”
It’s definitely not about pirates. The pirates of the seas don’t yet have a fleet of their own to take over an entire country. They act in isolation. She knew, for she had watched their ships at sunset. The king and his advisers must be talking about some foreign conquerors. She was only surprised by the phrase “coming from the sea.” Would it not be more correct to say they came by sea or from across the sea. Otherwise, the meaning would be fantastic. What kind of creatures could come ashore from the depths of the sea?
Probably the kind of creatures you saw in the mirage in the mirror, the memory reminded her. Immediately the cold voice of reason answered her. It was only a mirage. A mirage is something that does not exist.
Would you like it to exist?
Lilophea gripped the coral beads tighter in her hand. They were pleasantly cold on her fingers. They made her feel at ease.
Morrin had been waiting for her on the gallery for a long time. There was a wonderful view of the sea. The privateer paced to and fro, an earring in his ear gleaming in the sun.
“He is a beauty!” The peacock said. “We must go away with him.”
“He didn’t invite us along,” Lilophea shushed the bird.
“Good bye!” Seneschal corrected her. “Your job is to flirt with him to get us comfortable quarters on his vessel.”
“What have I come to? The bird is telling me what to do.”
“I’m not a bird, I’m your friend.”
It is a pity that the feathered friend did not think of the fact that during the sea voyage the unguarded beauty could be captured and sold into slavery. And along with her in captivity will be her bird. She must ask Seneschal if he has been in a cage before.
Right now Lilophea was more interested in looking in the mirror. There was one framed in brass in the gallery between the columns, but Morrin was standing in the doorway to it. He had tanned himself on his voyages and was so handsome that she wished she had worn a dress and tiara to meet him. Since when had Morrin become so fond of her that she wanted to dress up for him? Could it be Seneschal had cast a spell on her? He decided to bewitch her to someone who had a ship at his disposal. What absurd thoughts were going through her head?
It was quiet everywhere, except for the distant lapping of the waves. Lilophea could even hear her skirts rustling. Azure with white lace, they themselves looked like waves. Morrin liked to jokingly remark that the blue hue of the morning sea was the princess’ favorite color. It probably was. Lilophea didn’t think much about what shade of fabric to choose. But seamstresses also noted that the color of the sea wave was her favorite. So be it. The sea is beautiful. It’s all right if her outfit resembles the sea.
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