Arthur and I realized we were trapped alone in that room—his other men had been captured by her soldiers somewhere along the way. But neither of us could look away from what was right before us: Medea’s lifeless body hanging there.
“I hope you don’t think this cage will hold me for long,” I said.
“No, just long enough to destroy his army,” she replied coldly, turning her gaze to Arthur.
Suddenly, loud shouts echoed from outside. We hurried to the barred window and saw Arthur’s soldiers under attack by the forces of Sphinx and Pegasus. Though not outnumbered, Arthur’s men were caught off guard and were being assaulted from every direction.
“My men will tear through that pathetic army down there,” Arthur declared confidently.
“Maybe,” the witch sneered, “but not anytime soon—and not wit
