The verdict was upon them. Marty would lead Horus to his new temple. There Ishtar, Rosie, Kurt, Layla, and their prisoner the Sorcerer's student waited. He was still bound and without his wand.
"The student? Is that really what you call me? I never introduced myself," said the Student.
"Shut up," said Rosie.
"I didn't even do anything, that guy challenged me."
Horus descended with Marty in his usual statuesque posture. His dog-face stood over them. Holding the same staff.
Coming to the area on top of the temple his feet touched the ground and he walked up.
"Ohh it's you," said the Student. "I had nothing to do with that, you want that old man. He wants me dead too."
"No one has spoken to you, silence," said Marty. Then bowed toward Horus.
"Do you know where this True Sorcerer is?" said Horus.
"No. And I don't want to."
"You are his student, correct?"
"I was his student, he got jealous."
"Of your wand?"
"Yes, I would like that back."
