Kharazz stood before the throne.  He was one of the most powerful
beings left in this series of worlds, but even he respected the being who
reclined in the throne.  Unlike others, he did not fear that being... but
he respected him enough to call him Master.
	The throned figure spoke.  "The storm served its purpose.  The ship
is lost, and Locke is no more."
	"Then why call me here, Master?"  Kharazz was beginning to feel...
curious.  Yes.
	"There is another problem.  The Big Whale has been awakened."
	He stood mute for only a moment.  "By whom, Master?"
	"Celes.  She has recovered her magic, and has rallied the white
wizardess and the ancient Caller of Mist to her side.  She is on the moon
as we speak."
	"And you wish me to...?"
	"Remove the Big Whale.  And eliminate Celes, or her magic, if it is
convenient."
	Kharazz bowed.  "Of course, Master.  Surely you do not forget who,
and what, I am."
	"You never cease to remind me.  Go, Fiend of Shadow.  Support your
boasts with action."
	Kharazz nodded.  "The fiends of times past may have failed, but I
and my brethren have more power.  I will not fail you, Master."
	His only answer was a low chuckle from the throne above him.