Kharazz stood once more before his Master.  He knew that the Master
demanded reports of his minions, and that the reports had best be truth,
and pleasing truth at that, if the minion was to live.  And though he
aspired to a status immeasurably greater than "minion", Kharazz was bound
to his Master for now.
	So he had *travelled* to stand once more in the Master's court,
before the throne.  "It is done, Master."
	"Elaborate."
	Silently, Kharazz cursed.  He had hoped that the Master would
interpret his words as the best news.  But what he had done was surely
enough.  "I deceived the Ninja King of Eblan, my Lord.  He was almost
enraged enough to risk attacking Celes, but his anger turned unpredictably
toward one called Golbez.  But," he added quickly, sensing his Master's
displeasure, "before he left her company, he stole from her the fragment
of the magical Orb which granted her her power.  Celes is bereft of magic."
	"Excellent.  And the Lunarian vessel?"
	Kharazz was not averse to taking credit for coincidence.  "It was
heading for the sun, Lord.  I believe it will be destroyed.  Unfortunately,
I believe its crew also managed to flee, perhaps by the Caller's magic."
	"This news... pleases me.  Your sister, the Fiend of Light, should
be able to verify the destruction of the Big Whale.  But I have a new task
for you, my most valuable servant..."
	As Kharazz listened, a cold smile slowly spread across his face.