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isn’t really that bad,’ he confessed. ‘It’s more, untimely really … unexpected.’
    â€˜Well, come on man, be out with it,’ Maelgwn encouraged, as he manifested a pitcher of Bahula — deadly joy water — which was a locally grown and fermented brew that many of the mead drinkers had taken to. When they were both seated, Maelgwn conjured up a couple of goblets and poured their drinks.
    â€˜You’ve been honing your psychic skills, somewhat,’ Brian commented, impressed by what he’d witnessed.
    Maelgwn winked at Brian and let go of the pitcher that he had held in mid-air. It continued to pour without assistance and then set itself down on the conference table.
    â€˜It would seem I have some catching up to do,’ Brian admitted. Having dedicated himself to diplomatic work of late, he’d found precious little time to dedicate to psychic endeavours.
    The Governor shrugged in response. ‘Such things are only as hard to execute as you perceive them to be. I’ve discovered my capabilities are limited only by my own imagination … and always were, even when I was mortal.’ Maelgwn, realising they were getting way off the subject, took the drinks in hand and gave one to Brian. Maelgwn raised his own in toast to the Vice-Governor, before drinking half of it down. ‘So, are you going to tell me why you’ve returned, or are you going to make me guess?’
    â€˜I doubt you’d guess right.’ Brian pulled a thought-band recorder from his jacket pocket which was akin to those the Nefilim used. ‘Our Lord Marduk has resigned his position in the Pantheon of Twelve.’
    â€˜ What? ’ Maelgwn was shocked right out of his seat, dropping his drink in the process. The goblet and its contents vanished before they hit the floor.
    â€˜He requested that I pass this on to you, personally.’ Brian stood and handed over the thought-recorder. ‘For your mind only . Marduk was very specific.’
    Maelgwn’s brain was on overload as he accepted the communication and thus he didn’t notice the curiosity in his Vice-Governor’s voice. He stood dazed for a time, before fixing his sights on his chief advisor once more. ‘What reason did Marduk give the Pantheon for his resignation?’
    Brian opened his mouth to answer and had to smile as he considered how best to explain. ‘When Marduk appeared before the Great Pantheon, no explanation was necessary. The Lord had shed all trace of his physical being, as had my aunt, his Chosen concubine. They have transcended this earthly realm —’
    â€˜ Of course ,’ Maelgwn whined. ‘Marduk told me that he was to be my son,’ he informed Brian, who appeared twice as bemused by the insight. ‘Damn it! I should have seen this coming.’ Maelgwn began to pace, as he always did when he needed to think. ‘Marduk was reappointed into the Pantheon to safeguard the plight of the human tribes … Who can possibly replace our Lord in the Senate?’ He stopped still to hear what the remaining members of the Pantheon had decided.
    â€˜All eleven of the Nefilim representatives unanimously voted for you to assume his place, which, of course, would make you the first human ever to be appointed into the Great Pantheon of Twelve.’
    You could have knocked Maelgwn over with a feather as the shock result sunk in. For, although the Nefilim had been more accommodating of the human tribes since the Chosen Ones had entered into a peaceful agreement with the Pantheon and assumed rulership of Kila, he’d never expected the Nefilim would openly consent to placing a human, especially an immortal, in the Senate.
    â€˜But their decision makes no sense.’ Maelgwn returned to his pacing, disturbed by the honour. ‘Why award us such power when we pose the single greatest threat to their interstellar monopoly?’
    Brian raised both brows, having