Stephan cannot breathe. Sinking beneath cold waters he looks up to see the last moonlit glimmer on the surface of the lake and descends once more into the darkness. She is there in the underwater cave. Her face in his dreams floods him with dread and desire. He dons his meager crown. She laughs. Anger wells up in the wounded warrior’s heart, another cave, this one filled with fire. The great bull is there, wreathed in might. In the ritual of blood and burning, he makes another promise…