Here’s the final part of ‘The Sun’s Witch.’
Even after Medea’s persuasive, ah, ‘argument,’ Jason decided against taking Colchis. He had learned of his lineage not two winters ago, so the idea of ruling two kingdoms – two kingdoms vastly spread apart – seemed like folly.
Jason’s grip on his sword hilt tightened. The lights of Colchis were but a speck in the distance, moving further and further away with each blow Zephyr, the West Wind, made.
“Whatever is the matter?” Orpheus asked, joining his friend.
“Do your frustrations have something to do with the princess?”
Jaw dropping, Jason quickly scanned the deck. When he didn’t see her, he said, “How did you know?”
“You’re as readable as a-”
“Yes, yes. Now do you have any advice or not?”
“Well?” Jason demanded. “Speak up!”
“She’s dangerous and something’s off.”
“So warns the man who had his gaze on her.”
“That was before.”
Now Jason was puzzled. “Before what?”
Orpheus dropped a sack he had behind his back on the deck. “Before this.”
Puking over the side of the ship, Jason’s eyes watered. “What the…”
Orpheus pushed the bag with his foot…
… and out rolled the King of Colchis’s head.
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