Blackwater Islands beg that I succeed

Not herself; slipping away; could no longer see —

Ptolemy nodded solemnly when his brother asked if he heard her now. She's with us. It was her time to leave, He drew in a breath, aware that he was not ready. If only they'd had more time —

You are ready.

He nodded again, half to himself. Yes, mother. Now it's our time to rule. Speakers, you and I, He met Pelagius's deep blue eyes. And Morgra, when she returns. There's no one I trust more. Their sister would return, he felt; she must. Blackwater could not thrive without her, or without Pelagius, or without Ptolemy himself.

These islands belonged to them, as much as the three siblings belonged to the land.