The Warrior-Priest Strikes Back!

When Hundo came to his senses, he was in an altered state of reality, or so he thought, until he comprehended the utter chill of the hard, metal floor. "Well, so much for long underwear," he thought. Then it occurred to him: "I've got chalk!" Sitting on his bum, he began to draw. Bright shone the white of his chalking in the full moonlight, streaming in through the small, square, stone window above. "If only I were up there," thought Hundo, "Then all my cares and worries would be far, far away. Well, perhaps not THAT far away, but pretty far." He finished his circle on the floor and once again employed his handy Xenia-blade to the cool, dark floor of that prison deep underground below the vault, bearing the bodily and precious remains of the late Egyptian queen, Queen Czernitziti, prying it up. "It's like they say," thought Hundo, "Sometimes you've got to descend to ascend; you've got to go down to go back up, sink in order to float, crawl in order to.." Then, he heard voices. Long shadows appeared along the hall outside his cell, but Hundo did not stay long enough to find out to whom they belonged and down he went into the very depths of darkness..