what of your mother?” she asked. “Would she like me?”
Erec smiled wide.
“Like a daughter,” he said. “For she will see how much I love you.”
They kissed, and Alistair leaned back and looked at the sky, reaching over and grasping Erec’s hand.
“Just remember this, my lady. I love you. You above all else. That is all that matters. My people shall give us the greatest wedding that the Southern Isles have ever seen; they will shower us with every festivity. And you will be loved and embraced by all of them.”
Alistair studied the stars, holding Erec’s hand tight, and she wondered. She had no doubt of his love for her, but she wondered about his people, people he himself barely knew. Would they embrace her as he thought they would? She was not so sure.
Suddenly, Alistair heard heavy footsteps. She looked over to see one of the ship’s crew walk over to the edge of the railing, hoist a large dead fish over his head, and throw it overboard. There was a gentle splash below, and soon a bigger splash, as another fish leapt up and ate it.
There then followed an awful sound in the waters below, like a moaning or crying, followed by another splash.
Alistair looked over at the sailor, an unsavory character, unshaven, dressed in rags, with missing teeth, as he leaned over the edge, grinning like an oaf. He turned and looked right at her, his face evil, grotesque in the starlight. Alistair got a terrible feeling as he did.
“What did you throw overboard?” Erec asked.
“The guts of a simka fish,” he replied.
“But why?”
“It’s poison,” he replied, grinning. “Any fish that eats it dies on the spot.”
Alistair looked at him, horrified.
“But why would you want to kill the fish?”
The man smiled more broadly.
“I like to watch them die. I like to hear them scream, and I like to see them float, belly up. It’s fun.”
The man turned and walked slowly back to the rest of his crew, and as Alistair watched him go, she felt her skin crawl.
“What is it?” Erec asked her.
Alistair looked away and shook her head, trying to make her feeling go away. But it would not; it was an awful premonition, she was not sure of what.
“Nothing, my lord,” she said.
She settled back into his arms, trying to tell herself that everything was all right. But she knew, deep down, that it was very far from all right.
Erec woke in the night, feeling the ship moving slowly up and down, and he knew immediately that something was wrong. It was the warrior within him, the part of him that had always warned him an instant before something bad happened. He’d always had the sense, ever since he was a boy.
He sat up quickly, alert, and looked all around. He turned and saw Alistair soundly asleep beside him. It was still dark, the boat still rocking on the waves, yet something was wrong. He looked all around, but saw no sign of anything amiss.
What danger could there be, he wondered, out here in the middle of nowhere? Was it just a dream?
Erec, trusting his instincts, reached down to grab his sword. But before his hand could grab the hilt, he suddenly felt a heavy net covering his body, draping down all around him. It was made of the heaviest rope he’d ever felt, nearly heavy enough to crush a man, and it landed all over him at once, tight all around him.
Before he could react, he felt himself being hoisted high into the air, the net catching him like an animal, its ropes so tight around him that he could not even move, his shoulders and arms and wrists and feet all constrained, crushed together. He was hoisted higher and higher, until he found himself a good twenty feet above the deck, dangling, like an animal caught in a trap.
Erec’s heart slammed in his chest as he tried to understand what was going on. He looked down and saw Alistair below him, waking up.
“Alistair!” Erec called out.
Down below, she looked everywhere for him, and when she finally looked up and saw him, her face fell.
“EREC!” she yelled, confused.
Erec watched as several dozen crew members, bearing torches, approached her. They all wore grotesque smiles, evil in their eyes, as they closed in on her.
“It’s about time he shared her,” one of them said.
“I’m going to teach this princess what it means to live with a sailor!” another said.
The group broke into laughter.
“After me,” another one said.
“Not before I’ve had my fill first,” another said.
Erec struggled to break free with all that he had as they continued to close in on her. But it was to no avail. His shoulders and arms were clamped so tightly, he could not even wiggle them.
“ALISTAIR!” he screamed, desperate.
He was helpless to do anything but watch as he dangled above.
Three sailors suddenly pounced on Alistair from behind; Alistair screamed out as they pulled her to her feet, tore her shirt, yanked her arms behind her back. They held her tight as several more sailors approached.
Erec scanned the ship for any sign of the captain; he saw him on the upper deck, looking down, watching all of it.
“Captain!” Erec yelled. “This is your ship. Do something!”
The captain looked at him, then slowly turned his back on the whole scene, as if not wanting to watch it.
Erec watched, desperate, as a sailor pulled a knife and held it to Alistair’s throat, and Alistair cried out.
“NO!” Erec yelled.
It was like watching a nightmare unfold beneath him – and worst of all, there was nothing he could do.
Chapter Five
Thorgrin faced Andronicus, the two of them alone in the field of battle, soldiers dead all around them. He raised his sword high and brought it down on Andronicus’s chest; as he did, Andronicus dropped his weapons, smiled wide, and reached out to embrace him.
My son.
Thor tried to stop his sword slash, but it was too late. The sword cut right through his father, and as Andronicus split in two, Thor felt wracked with grief.
Thor blinked and found himself walking down an endlessly long altar, holding Gwen’s hand. He realized it was their wedding procession. They walked toward a blood-red sun, and as Thor looked to both sides, he saw all the seats were empty. He turned to look at Gwen, and as she looked at him, he was terrified as her skin dried out and she became a skeleton, collapsing to dust in his hand. She fell in a pile of ashes at his feet.
Thor
