Morpheus finds himself on the steps outside the Temple of the Elder. He walks through the open front doors. The Elder is seated at the main table. Arthur stands up. The main doors close behind Morpheus.
"Morpheus, you have been summoned here by the council to offer judgment on the boy. Do you still deem him worthy of the fellowship?"
Morpheus smiles. "I most certainly do my Lord. I think you're going to like this one. He has the light in his eyes. And the look of a champion. A real champion."
