1. The Sea and King Meet in Treachery
The Sea and King Meet in Treachery
Treachery, treachery, they told him. 'Tis treacherous, what that so-called advisor of yours says. Treachery, treachery.
Perhaps, Ar-Pharazôn thought, perhaps. Perhaps it was treachery, perhaps it was. Perhaps he was being mislead and manipulated. Perhaps.
But the immortality—it tantalized him. Taunted, teased, tormented.
It seemed such a waste to let the opportunity pass. Perhaps, Ar-Pharazôn thought, perhaps. Perhaps it was the right choice. Perhaps his advisor was wise. Perhaps his reward would come.
But the wave came instead. Roaring, rushing, rioting, ripping, rolling, running.
Treacherous sea, thought the king. Treachery, treachery.
And his only reward was death.