Flying overnight above the clouds eventually the dark began to lighten. A thin strip of scarlet hemmed the whole width of the visible horizon, flaring energy as if the Earth's shallow atmosphere was angry at abuse. Gradually the narrow band broadened upwards, brightened even more and began to push the darkness away from suffocating the clouds. Faint striations veined the new pale grey blue. The now crimson began to flush apoplectic orange, reaching ever upwards into night's empire until its tactics changed. The fiery brightness contracted to a single centre of attack, a dazzling focus of advance. From beyond the cloud horizon the top of a domed head marched forward. Unstoppable a fierce face rose up to slowly scrutinise the carpet of crouching back-bent clouds. He was too fierce to be looked at directly, too magnificent to be looked in the face. Enter the King.