But a voice behind him made him whirl, his sword at the ready. "Blue Company, do you copy?" The voice came out of a small black box atop the chariot. "Please respond, Blue Company." His sword slashed downward. The box exploded into a dozen shards. Blue Company was no more! Its warriors would now run with the Wild Hunt, forever responding to the call of the horn. The Horn Master raised his sword triumphantly, then led the spectral host back into the raging storm. 46 Pharaoh Mobius entered his temporary sleeping quarters that overlooked the site where his palace was being built. Muab, the Royal Builder, was working the slaves throughout the night to complete the palace according to Mobius' schedule. He had never failed his Pharaoh yet. The temporary quarters were splendid, full of rich silks and fluffy pillows. A tray of fruits awaited him, as well as a decanter of fine wine. He fell upon the pillows, sinking into their softness. Yes, he liked being Pharaoh. He liked it very much. He reached for his goblet when a soft hand touched his and a soft voice spoke.
