The night droned on; the swishing of water, the subtle movements of the boat, and the occasional noises of night guards upstairs made it a long night.  Drinian tried falling asleep.  The cabin room was fairly uncomfortable; the two girls looked like they were sleeping, who knows.<br/><br/>The door to the cabin swung open; two guards entered inside with two torches to light up the room.  Suddenly, Lotor entered.  He looked around and smiled.  "Nothing much happening here; I would have expected some more fun.  Well, now you guys can make yourself useful."  A third guard came into the room and handed Lotor one black box; he grabbed it, put it up above his head, and threw it at Priscilla.  She moved out of the way, and the box hit the wall and fell to the ground.  The guard brought a second black box; this time, he threw it at Drinian.  He also moved out of the way, grabbing Amora with him.<br/><br/>Drinian tired to move to Lotor, but the guards sufficiently muscled their resistance to his attempts to physically engage Lotor.  The force of the men dropped Drinian to his knees; he looked up in disbelief:  "Have you gone mad, master?  I thought it was my life for hers?"<br/><br/>"Oh, so you do admit that your self-less sacrifice on the archaic altar of nobility wasn't for Amora.  This 'your life for hers' business was for Priscilla.  I personally think you are playing games with Amora; maybe you think she's your play thing or something.  Why?  It's obvious Priscilla has her eyes on you.  But then again, you never could read women or keep your nose out of other people's business, now could ya?"<br/><br/>Lotor loved psychological warfare; but his next words seemed to be said in all sincerity.<br/><br/>"I've tried to open these two boxes and I'm having difficulty.  Now there are two boxes; and Amora - I know you've opened one of them.  So here's the deal."  Two of the three guards left; the 1st guard stayed.  Lotor unwrapped the 1st's one scarf, revealing Sir Jasper, the somewhat friendly shipmate.<br/><br/>"Okay; here are your choices.  Amora, you can open both of the boxes so I know which supposed king to kill first.  Your safety of course is assured, Amora.  OR ... we can make this easy.  Right here, right now - Drinian declares his love for Priscilla, and Priscilla accepts .... I declare my love for Amora, and of course she accepts.  I drop these two boxes to the bottom of the sea ... ah, no ... even better forget the sea thing!  We sail on to our new King, Alexander where we each will celebrate the festival of Dionysus at the supposed round table of the ancient English Knights who were led by that odious Arthur the dictator.  Then you can offer Dionysus the boxes in an all consuming fire before becoming drunk in a grand party.  And I might not try to kill you Drinian."<br/><br/>Lotor opened up his hand and grabbed the torch from Jasper's hands.  "Jasper!  Throw Priscilla on Drinian and bring Amora to me.  Let's just say, no one is leaving here until Amora makes her decision.  Take your time hurrying up, Jasper's orders are to kill Drinian in, oh let's see ... four ... three ... two ..."