Andan Wiðinnan Mín Sáwol

by RobinGoodfellow3927

Our deepest fears are the ones that pierce our very souls. The fears that invade our nightmares. The fears that invade our waking hours. (This story was called "Nightmares" before)

27. Uther Part 8

I forgot to mention earlier that I'm going somewhere without internet access for the night. To make up for that, I'm posting this chapter and the next together.

Enjoy! Or, enjoy wading into Uther's mind as much as you can.

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'What did Nimueh say?'

'Sire, there is a way, but—' The physician halts mid-sentence.

'What is it, Gaius?' Uther is not a patient man.

'In order to create a life, another life must be taken.'

'It matters not to me. If I must choose between the death of thousands and the death of one…' He lets that hang in the air. 'The kingdom needs an heir. Bring Nimueh as soon as possible.'

Thousands will die if he has no heir when he dies. The life of a peasant is surely worth less than that of his son or daughter.

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Click the arrow below to see what comes of Uther's arrogance.