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"Damn!"
Kostan had sent Piln ahead for the Council meeting, as safety concerns detained him in his home city. Streets were crowded, palaces felt like they were under siege, and the common folks were either nervous or angry.
Democratic reforms could have prevented this. Even if it was a token amount of power in the hands of the mob, it would pacify them. Too late now.
He knew that blocking the Regent's ability to teleport was a bad idea, but it was the only thing he could think of to keep him in Atlantis where he was needed. But no. He couldn't go to the surface-walkers but the surface-walkers came to him this time, interfering again in Atlantean affairs. Apparantly, separating Garth from his "titans" was like separating a barnacle from stone. Why Garth wanted to make himself appear weak and incapable, Kostan didn't know. Or, maybe the faith he once had in the young Regent was sorely misplaced. He was a cool head and a scholar, and it seemed a good way to calm the seas after the storms and troubles in Arthur's reign.
In the end, though, Arthur was a fierce man, and a strong leader.
Kostan could no longer say the same for Garth, and it was a sad thing to admit.
"Yes," he said. "Ready the transports and summon the elder priests. I'll also want to contact the guard captains of the main city sectors. Don't put us all in one place. We can contact each other remotely in order to coordinate a new security plan and make sure the dead are given proper respect. We are NOT going to have a repeat of Queen Mera's catastrophe..."
Kostan had sent Piln ahead for the Council meeting, as safety concerns detained him in his home city. Streets were crowded, palaces felt like they were under siege, and the common folks were either nervous or angry.
Democratic reforms could have prevented this. Even if it was a token amount of power in the hands of the mob, it would pacify them. Too late now.
He knew that blocking the Regent's ability to teleport was a bad idea, but it was the only thing he could think of to keep him in Atlantis where he was needed. But no. He couldn't go to the surface-walkers but the surface-walkers came to him this time, interfering again in Atlantean affairs. Apparantly, separating Garth from his "titans" was like separating a barnacle from stone. Why Garth wanted to make himself appear weak and incapable, Kostan didn't know. Or, maybe the faith he once had in the young Regent was sorely misplaced. He was a cool head and a scholar, and it seemed a good way to calm the seas after the storms and troubles in Arthur's reign.
In the end, though, Arthur was a fierce man, and a strong leader.
Kostan could no longer say the same for Garth, and it was a sad thing to admit.
"Yes," he said. "Ready the transports and summon the elder priests. I'll also want to contact the guard captains of the main city sectors. Don't put us all in one place. We can contact each other remotely in order to coordinate a new security plan and make sure the dead are given proper respect. We are NOT going to have a repeat of Queen Mera's catastrophe..."