Kannot removed the mask from Miotis' face. The soul-globe lay to one side. Slowly the eyelids of the warlord raised. For a few seconds his eyes were blank. Then reason came to them.
"Did you ..." Kannot began, and wet his suddenly dry lips. "Did you get to where I sent you?" he finished.
The eyes of the man on the table blinked as though in signal. The lips moved but feebly.
"Can you talk?" Kannot asked.
"Later," Miotis whispered.
Kannot nodded in understanding. He had an idea of the ordeal his King had been through. The telling of what had happened to him could wait for a while.
Hours went by, and the man on the table slowly gained strength. But it was a long time later before he could talk.
"You sent my soul into the body of a mighty warrior," Miotis said. "Aye. A mighty warrior. I saw and learned many strange things. But of all the things I saw, only one stood out...."
"And what was that?" Kannot asked.