Archwizard: “Ah, yes, Silvanu. I trust you are recovered from your ordeal?” Silvanu: “The memories are fading, thank you, Archwizard. And President Auritu has sent me this dress as a special gift.” Archwizard: “And Kargaz. You seem to have done quite well for yourself - a new admirer, the President of the Time Council, no less - and a new uniform to boot; though why that colour? Your title is Red Wizard, not Purple Wizard, is it not?” Kargaz: “There is plenty of red about this outfit, Archwizard.” Archwizard: “Hm. Too gaudy by half. And you are growing your hair again, I see. Keep it short, my dear fellow; Cavaliers and Roundheads are still both very old-fashioned. Well, Silvanu. I hope you have learned something from these events. You will be going back to the Forest, I take it?” Silvanu: “No thank you. Unless you confine me there again, I shall take up residence in town. Kargaz says I can have a room at his place until I find something more suitable for myself.” Archwizard: “You’ll be lucky if he has a room that’s not chock-a-block with junk he’s accumulated over the years! Right. Away you go, the pair of you. And Kargaz, I wish to hear no more complaints about you from ex girl friends, current amours, or the police. In fact, I think I deserve a holiday, far, far away from you all for a week or so.” [And they all lived happily ever after? Fat chance of that!]