Somewhere, a horn blows

The note is crisp and pure, the trumpeting of welcome, a loud blast announcing a wondrous arrival.

Through the wrought-crayon fence, fireworks can be seen, brilliant blues and whites, but mostly greens. What seems like a thousand belly dancers saunter through the front gate, dancing their way along. Behind them, over 100 musicians play the sweet music filling the air. Behind them, 50,000 soldiers in bright armor, faces set in stone. Behind them, majesty.

Behind them, nestled among cushions sitting atop a platform carried by 12 naked women, rides Lasairduan. Reaching their destination, the women set him down, and he at once rises. Silence reigns, waiting for him to speak.

"How you doin'?"