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There is no one to whom
I may entrust my story.

Perhaps it is unwise
to keep a journal.

A confession

to what my enemies
would deem my... sins.

But if I do not write it,

it will be written for me

by those who would burn
me at the stake for...

Who's there?

You are Lady Johanna
Constantine, are you not?

Not one step further, sir.

But we are old
friends, you and I.

We met in a tavern
five years gone.

At the time, you
believed me a demon.

Do you believe it still?

I have learned
differently since.

There is a task I
need accomplished.

A task that is beyond
the King of Dreams?

Something of some value
to me has been stolen.

I cannot involve
myself in the matter.

It is a family affair.

Is it dangerous?

Yes.

Very much so.

What are you offering me, then?

I will give you what it is
in my power to give you.

Where is this task sending me?

Stop right there, citizeness.

You're out very
late, are you not?

I have a room at the inn.

At Mont-Marat, citizens.

What do you have in that sack?

Food, perhaps?

I assure you, there is nothing in
this sack that would interest you.

We will decide that.

Open it.

There, my gallants.

Satisfied?

-Vile thing.
-Whose head is that?

This aristo swine
violated my little sister.

When I heard he was being brought
to the Committee of Public Safety,

I persuaded the executioner
to give me his head.

Which I will take back to my village,
and I will show to my poor mother,

and she will spit on
his face like this.

-Let her be. She's a madwoman.
-Let her be?

Your eyes are as dull
as your wits, Michel.

Come here, good citizeness.

I wish to inspect your
head more closely.

A thousand thanks, girl.

This will buy many ham-hocks, many
cabbages, and many bottles of wine.

Guillaume, why do
I ever doubt you?

Because, my friend,

you have nothing between your ears but
feathers and chicken droppings. Come.

-I am sorry.
-It couldn't be helped.

The earring will bring
him nothing but misery.

And eventually, it'll
come back to me.

It's been stolen before.

And your ear?

Do you mean, will it grow back?

Alas, no.

Or the rest of me would
have done so long ago.

In which case...

this might hurt.

My injuries would've
been more severe

had it not been for your
extremely convincing performance.

I admired yours as well.

Playing dead is easy.

It's actually dying I
can't seem to manage.

We should both be so lucky.

No, I wouldn't
wish that upon you.

Whoever you are.

I am Lady Johanna Constantine.

And I am at your service.

An aristocrat?

In the people's France?

As long as I can escape
Robespierre's guillotine.

I'll be of no use there.

It was Robespierre himself who decided
I was a threat to the people of France

and had his men lock me in the
crypt in which you found me.

You don't look that
dangerous to me.

You haven't heard me sing.

Dancing is out of the question.

May I ask you...

what is it you
intend to do with me?

I intend to take you home.

To your home?

To the island from
which you were stolen,

which I hope will be much
better guarded from now on.

You know about the island?

Aye.

Master Orpheus.

Did the priests send you?

Did my father?

I am not at liberty to say.

How is he?

Did... did he seem all right?

At the moment, sir,
my concern is for us.

The soldiers will have told
their superiors by now.

Word will be out to look
for a woman with a head.

With two heads.

The city gates will not
be open until morning.

I wish they had not seen you.

Well, they have, my lady.

So, we better think fast, or else
we'll both be as good as lost.

Well, they do say two
heads are better than one.

Good morning, Captain. Officers.

Check that.

Open it.

Where have you hidden it?

I do not know what
you are talking about.

We know that you have in your
possession a stolen artifact,

Citizeness Bonchance.

Her name is not
Bonchance, Captain.

Good day, Citizen Robespierre.

Your name is
Johanna Constantine.

You are in possession of something
which belongs to the people of France.

An object of superstition
and decadence.

I want it back,
Mademoiselle Constantine.

And what would you
do with the head

if I were to tell
you where it is?

I would destroy it, utterly.

And I will.

We are remaking the world here.

Creating an age of pure reason.

So I will not have an imagined
oracle at large in my country.

If anything threatens France,
it is my duty to destroy it.

So I have seen.

You will save France...

if it means killing every child,
woman, and man in the country to do it.

We will find the head, woman.

And you will help us.

You have tonight to
think further on this.

Or in the morning,

the guillotine will still
your tongue forever.

Take her away.

Thus it was I found myself immured
in the palace of Luxembourg,

where my death awaited me at
the edge of a weighted blade.

You're having problems, I see.

Putting it mildly,
don't you think?

Will you help me?

I may not be seen to
intervene in the matter.

Then might I suggest you give
the matter some thought, sir?

Your son's head is
valuable to you.

And I am rather attached to mine.
Hitherto we have been inseparable.

Now it appears both
heads might be lost.

How is he?

He asked me the same about you.

-And you said nothing, of course.
-I didn't answer, of course.

He says he wishes to die.

He once said the same to me.

I suppose I cannot blame him.

After all he's suffered.

But even in his
current state, he is...

He's more alive than
anyone I've ever met.

He jokes at his own
expense. He's curious.

He asks questions, and more
remarkably, he listens to the answers.

He even offered to sing for me.

Did he sing for you?

He did not.

At the time, the severed head and I were
trying not to draw attention to ourselves.

Is he able to sing in the place
where you have hidden him?

Yes.

Although I don't think he'll
feel much like singing.

He will if you ask him to.

It came to me in a dream.

It was so obvious.

So blindingly obvious.

Where do you hide a
book? In a library.

Where do you hide a
flower? In a garden.

Where do you hide
a severed head?

You tell me,
Citizen Robespierre.

You hide a severed head
amongst other severed heads.

With the corpses that have not yet
made their journey to the lime pits.

Now, Mademoiselle.

Will you do me the courtesy of
introducing me to your friend?

Citizen Robespierre,

it is not too late.

You can let me go.

I will take what I came for,

leave France, and...

never bother you again.

Neither you nor the head will
be leaving France, mademoiselle.

In which case, remember this...

I offered you one final chance.

Your attempts to threaten
us are laughable.

Bring me the head.

This is the head of Orpheus,

whose song was powerful enough to sway
even the hearts of Hades and Persephone.

Do you take us for
peasants, Johanna?

The myths are dead.

The gods are dead.

There is only the
State and the people.

No, Citizen Robespierre.

There is much more than that.

Enough! Bring me the head!

Now, Messiah Orpheus,
sing to them.

He sang of freedom,
of liberty.

A song so powerful that even
the dead joined him to sing it.

A song which cast a
spell upon the listener,

such that Robespierre and his men
stood and listened like statues.

It is my belief
that Orpheus's song

was sung and heard
throughout all of France.

For the next day,

Robespierre's reign of
terror was cut short...

...by the fall of
the weighted blade.

The Dream King's instructions

took us to a small, uncharted
island off the coast of Greece.

We climbed to the
island's summit.

Where the sacred
Temple of Orpheus,

and the priests who guarded it,

were hidden from the world
beneath a bank of clouds.

Feels odd

just leaving you here.

You sure it's all right?

The priests will
take care of me.

I was on this island for
centuries before I was stolen.

Centuries?

Just you and the priests?

My mother comes by from
time to time to visit.

That's nice.

Do you think my father
might come by to visit?

I'm sure I couldn't say.

He must care for me
though, don't you think?

Or he wouldn't have
sent you to rescue me?

There is a logic
in what you say.

I trust that he will repay you adequately
for your time and trouble in assisting me.

They say virtue
is its own reward.

But then I wouldn't know
anything about that.

I wish there was something I could
give you to... thank you properly.

I...

travel widely.

Perhaps in a year or
so I could return.

See you again.

What do you think?

I do not think that would
be a good idea, Johanna.

I'm sure you're right.

When you see my father, will...
will you tell him I miss him?

I haven't seen him for so long.

Not even in your dreams?

Not even in my dreams.

Will you visit him?

That is none of your concern.

He misses you.

There is still the matter
of your fee to be discussed.

Anything that is within
your power to give me.

What is it you want?

Perhaps a bit more
time with Orpheus.

So this is it?
Where Orpheus lives?

Along with the priests
that attend him.

Dream!

Have you ever spent
days and days and days

making up flavors of ice cream
no one's ever eaten before?

Like chicken and
telephone ice cream.

My sister...

Green mouse ice cream was the
worst. I didn't like that at all.

I get things wrong
sometimes. Lots of times.

Like this whole thing was me
getting it all completely wrong.

-That's not true.
-It is.

What if things didn't get
bad when Destruction left?

What if Destruction left
because things were bad?

We will ask him.

I don't want to.

I only wanted to
because I missed him.

But I don't miss him
when I'm not by myself.

If you spill family blood, you'll bring
the Kindly Ones down on your head.

And I'll be all alone again.

-So can we please just go?
-Hey! You two!

How did you get up here?

We walked the path.

There is no path
that leads here.

There are many paths
that lead here.

I have been avoiding all of
them for some small while now,

but I must speak with my son.

Your son?

Are you Apollo?

I am your charge's father.

Hello, Orpheus.

Hello, Father.

You look...

just like yourself.

You needn't describe
what I look like.

You look like my son.

Father, I am so sorry.

Mm.

It is I who am sorry.

No. You were trying to
protect me. I know that now.

I abandoned you.

You never abandoned me.

You sent Andros

and his father

and his father's father

to look after me.

You sent Johanna Constantine.

And you're here with me now.

I am not worthy of you, my son.

Why would you say
that? What's happened?

When last we saw one another, you
said we would never meet again.

So something must have happened.

Many things.

Where even to begin?

Why not the beginning?

I have nowhere to go.

Do you?

Are they eating your ice cream?

Well, they did seem hungry.

Don't worry. I let them
pick their own flavors.

Did you talk to him?

I did.

Did he tell you
where our brother is?

Yes.

Did it cost you anything?

I owe my son a boon.

Is it a long way
to our brother's?

No.

Not far.

Wait for me!

A change of scenery, my lord?

Thank you, Andros.

Destruction lives next door?

Seems our brother chose to live

in the one place he knew
I would not dare to go.

Well, he doesn't know
you very well, then.

A doggy!

Hello, doggy.

Hello.

You are a very lovely
doggy, aren't you?

Yes, you are.

I think doggies mostly always
are the best people, don't you?

Sir.

Sir.

Hello, lass.

Let me take a look at you.

Ah, as pretty as you
ever were, by my troth.

And yes, I do
believe you've grown.

Maybe.

And you, my brother.

You also seem different.

Perhaps you too have grown.

Stranger things have happened.

Shall we go inside?

I've made dinner.

Dinner!

Take a seat.

And help yourselves.

You were expecting us.

I'm afraid so.

Try the meatballs. I'm pleased
with the way they turned out.

Retsina, anybody?

-Have some salad at least, Dream.
-I did not come seeking food.

No, you came here seeking me.

It was me that thought of it.

Not Dream.

He was the only sibling who
would come with me to find you.

It was me because I...

I missed you.

Very muchly.

Then I remembered those words
coming out of your mouth

when you told us
you were leaving.

How we shouldn't follow you or
ask where you think you're going.

Which I didn't.

But then all of a sudden,
you weren't there anymore.

You were gone.

And I didn't know why.

You never really
told me why you left.

Or maybe you did, but
I didn't understand.

Or I wasn't being a
very good listener.

But it was such a long
time ago, I thought,

"What if he's changed his mind?"

"And if he has, then
how would I even know?"

So I thought if I could find
you, then I would ask you.

And even better than knowing why

would be not having
to miss you anymore.

Because you'd be here.

Which you are. So...

It was me.

Um...

That's all.

It is as she says.

We've been searching for
you for some small time now.

I see.

How did you know we were coming?

I set up certain...
mechanisms when I left.

I mean, nothing fancy.

There's a scrying pool
in the shed out back.

It lets me know if
people have been looking.

These mechanisms...

might they have harmed those
who helped us to find you?

I'm afraid so.

There was nothing I could do
once you started looking for me.

Not without resuming
my function once more.

But the people who died...

some of them were your friends.

One of them was once my lover.

Ishtar.

You never cared for her.

You seem to care now.

I care that you continue to
hurt those you claim to love.

Who has not done that?

I care that innocent people
have lost their lives

simply because we
were looking for you.

It was not just that
they should die.

Three hundred years ago,

you would have told me that
they were simply mortal.

And would have died later
had they not died then.

You've changed, Dream.

I doubt that.

I still perform my
responsibilities, after all.

I don't.

But you know that.

And how do you justify that?

Leaving us?

Killing your friends?

Abandoning your realm?

For this?

Well...

If no one's eating,

I suggest we go outside.

It's a warm evening, after all.

Will you return with us?

No.

Of course not.

I'm sorry, lad.

And what of your realm?

I'm sure it's still there.

People and things are still created,
still exist, they're still destroyed.

Things still change.

The only difference is that
no one's running it anymore.

They can make their
own destruction.

It's not my responsibility.

And it's not my fault.

You know, I think I knew that
it was time to leave this place.

Even before you
started looking for me.

Life was... comfortable.

Unchanging.

And you know what they say...

You change or you die.

Plus...

can't have Mum and Dad and the
rest of the family turning up,

guilting me into
going back, can I?

Not that I haven't
loved seeing you both.

Come on.

You can help me pack.

You retained your gallery.

Don't even know why I
held onto it so long.

Habit, I guess.

Or sentiment.

What will you do now?

I will make the most of
whatever time I have left.

I'll need to take
the sword, of course.

Can't have it falling
into the wrong hands.

Why don't you stay in my realm?

You can live with me
and make me laugh,

and I'll do little dances.

You won't, will you?

No.

-But if you go, then I'll be alone again.
-That's not true, is it?

You didn't come here
on your own, did you?

No, I came with...

Oh.

But Dream has his bird and his
librarian and his dragon thingy.

-He gets very busy.
-Yeah, you're right.

You've given me an idea.

My friend,

answer if you wish.

Will you go with
the Lady Delirium?

Walk beside her?

Tread the path that
she treads also?

Protect and lead and guide her?

Can't I go with you?

You would not survive in the
places I'm traveling to, friend.

Oh. Um, I see.

Well, she shouldn't be
allowed out off a leash,

but, uh, I'll do what I can.

My brother,

when you leave here,
then where will you go?

I have matters left
unresolved with my son.

Yes, for thousands of years.

Why now suddenly?

We needed an oracle to find you.

You went and...

spoke to your son

because of me?

Not just because of you.

I suspect you have grown
more than you know.

I regret there is... nothing
I can offer you, save this.

My advice.

Remember what I did.

Remember that I left.

Remember how hard it
was for me to leave.

But that I did it...

out of love.

Love?

For humankind.

For this world and...

all others.

And I know you think I'm weak...

selfish for leaving, and...

and maybe I am.

But in my experience,

love is the only good
reason to do anything.

That's your advice?

Indeed, it is.

I like the stars.

They give the illusion
of permanence.

I mean, they're always flaring
up and caving in and going out.

Worlds end.

Gods come and go.

Mortals flicker and fade.

From here...

I can pretend things last.

My brother,

there is no one like you.

My sister, I've
loved seeing you.

You were always my favorite.

Be good.

Look after her.

I'll miss you.

Oh yes.

You'll miss the poetry readings,

the paintings, the late-night
flamenco guitar recitals.

That's right. Go on. Try
to make me feel better.

Bye.

Where will you go?

Out there.

Somewhere.

Up and out.

Remember what I said, Dream.

Good luck.

And you.

I can't believe
he's really going.

He left 300 years ago.

I thought he'd come back to us.

I know.

Hey, cheer up.

I mean, life's too short.

That's better.

I'm sorry we came all
this way for nothing.

It wasn't for nothing.

We don't have to wonder
anymore why he left.

Or if he's ever coming back.

Plus, you got some advice,

and I got a doggy.

So, uh, now what?

Um, I don't know.

Dream?

What next?

Now I return to the temple.

Oh.

I forgot.

I owe my son a boon.

My son.

Hello, Father.

Thank you for coming back.

I gave my word.

How was my uncle?

He was...

I don't know.

He has gone...

from that place and
from this world.

So, much the same, I suppose.

We do not always accomplish
what it is we set out to do.

When looking for your brother,

did you believe that he
would come back with you

and return to his realm?

I hoped he would, but I think
perhaps I knew he would not.

Yet, you came here

to me

anyway.

You asked me where your brother was,
knowing what I would ask of you.

You asked for a boon.

And I am here to grant it.

It's strange. For...

many a thousand years,
I've prayed for death.

Prayed to all the gods
for peace and relief.

I prayed for an ending.

I never thought you'd
be the one to grant it.

Do you remember
what you said to me?

You said...

"Your life is your own."

"Your death, likewise."

"Farewell."

"We shall not meet again."

Do you know why I
said those things?

Because I did and said
many things I now regret.

It's because I was scared.

I was scared to live in a
world without you in it.

I should have died long ago.

Perhaps.

I wish I'd listened to you.

And Aunt Teleute.

I wish things had
been otherwise.

As do I.

I am ready.

My son...

Our journey is at an end.

All debts are paid.

My sister...

Barnabas...

I will take my leave of you now.

Dream, thank you
for coming with me.

I don't think I could have
done it all by myself.

Come on, doggy.

We're going to my place.

It's very interesting, and
I think you'll like it.

Unless maybe you don't.

Lucienne.

You're back.

I am back.

It is at an end.

Are you all right?

I shall be retiring to my
quarters for the rest of the day.

I do not wish to be disturbed.

Tomorrow, I shall
resume my duties.

I've neglected them long enough.

Can I...

help in any way?

Yes.

Some time ago, I created a
priesthood to tend to my son.

To guard him from harm.

Their responsibilities
are now at an end.

I only have one last
thing to ask of them.

And that is to bury him.

Safely.

And to leave no marker.

When this is done, they may
remain in the temple or do...

whatever it is they may please.

Of course, my lord.

The rest can...

wait.

Is it ready yet?

Nearly there.

There we go.

That's my darling girl.

Who's ready for tea?

Still going with
that scarf, are you?

I confess I rather
like this one.

It is a fine yarn.

And I don't doubt
that it'll suit.

Go with anything, this will.

-Who wants what with their tea, then?
-I'll have a ginger snap, please.

I'll take a fortune
cookie, I think, my petal.

Read me the fortune,
will you, Poppet?

I do love to hear fortunes.

"A king will forsake
his kingdom."

"Life and death will
clash and fray."

"The oldest battle
begins once more."

We've had this one
before, haven't we?

It's definitely familiar, deary.

Right.

I think that's gone
on long enough.

Do you think so?

I thought maybe it could
be a little longer.

Well, you're too soft.

Much too soft, both of you.

The Dream King killed his son.

The boy asked him to.

He spilt family blood.

All good things, eh?

Got to finish sometime.