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A calming feeling washed over Remus and Romulus who moments ago were on the verge of heart failure. Romulus was becoming semi-aware of the spell. He could not understand why he was replaying memories he desperately pushed aside years ago.
Romulus tried to call out to his men gathered around him, but he was incapable of speech and could not tell them how to help. It was as if someone was closing his windpipe preventing any noise. Little did he know, that was exactly what was happening.
After both kings startled everyone with their screams, Cailean realized Romulus could do what Remus could do. Remus spoke to them earlier after the spell began. If he could do it, so could Romulus. He looked to his brother, but Brian was too deep in the spell. It would be dangerous for Cailean to interrupt.
Cailean tightened his grip around Remus’ throat so he was wheezing and unable to utter a word. Cailean felt Remus’ pulse accelerate, unsure if it was his grip causing that effect. Either way it did not matter. He was not letting go. He could not let Romulus communicate with his soldiers.
Romulus’ men watched in disbelief as the hours passed and they were helpless to aid their king. Upon the late arrival of Romulus’ second in command, Aeneos, he immediately recognized it as a magical attack.
“Carnelio! Fetch the Gaels!” he shouted to a soldier in the back hallway. “Gracius, Menaeas, Dimieter, you three get over there and add muscle to the ram. Get that damn door down!” Aeneos commanded.
Meanwhile, Romulus and Remus passed out, or at least it looked like that to Aeneos. In reality, Brian dug deeper into their memories. He moved on to the memories of when they were eighteen.