"ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED," he yelled from the bridge of his golden vessel, carved in the words of the single God he did serve. He had seen all there was to see, done all there was to do, served faithfully from start to finish. He stared at the one whom he claimed loyalty to, eyes grey and burning with the knowledge and experience of two lifetimes, a new single mindedness driving him forward and unto the step of the one he claimed loyalty to ask her once more and demand his answer as quietly, calmly, and fear inspiringly as his soul could muster, "are you not entertained?"