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Oh, thank you, Lord.

But who am I?

You are the Corinthian.

The Corinthian?

But I'm not the first Corinthian, am I?

You are the second.

What happened to the first?

It was a disappointment to me.

You will not be.

My lord, how can you be sure?

You're Lucian. I remember you.

You have beautiful eyes, Lucian. What?

You're Matthew.

Sir. Did I say something wrong?

Yes. Everything.

The new Corinthian is nothing like his
predecessor.

Then why does he remember us? Because he
has a fragment of the first Corinthian

in his essence.

I saved a part of him.

Then he couldn't have been all bad.

He was my finest creation.

But sometimes dreams turn bad.

Then why bring this one back?

To do what I cannot.

Since I cannot leave the dreaming
without endangering it, you will find

Hall in the waking world and bring him
here.

I appreciate your confidence in me,
Lord, but... You will not be alone.

I hope you're not expecting me to
babysit him. I am not.

Oh. Lucienne? No.

Thank you.

Then who?

Absolutely fucking not.

I am not teaming up with a serial
killer.

I'm a serial killer?

You are not.

This is an entirely different
Corinthian. So he doesn't murder people

their eyeballs.

Do I do that?

The Corinthian was never intended to be
a reassuring dream.

Then you'll understand why I am not
reassured.

But he is powerful.

And fearless.

Resourceful. Sounds like you won't be
needing me then.

He is also essentially a newborn.

He needs someone to shepherd him.

Someone to learn from.

You think I'm a good influence?

Perhaps this will reassure you.

It is an eagle stone.

One of twelve I invested with my power
long ago.

If he should threaten you... Which I
won't.

This stone will give you the power to
uncreate him.

Look, Odin is the one that put Loki in
prison. Why not let Odin find him?

Because Odin believes Loki is still in
prison.

And I would rather not disabuse him of
that notion.

Why?

You're not the one that freed Loki.

Are you?

That is not germane to your
investigation.

It is not my investigation anymore.

You've got the Quintian on the case.

So I will be waking up from this
nightmare.

Thank you.

You know, I think you and I got off on
the wrong foot.

And I think you're still on it.

Now we're getting off here.

Do not follow me.

You know, if I don't do what Lord
Morpheus tells me to do, then I'm no

from the first Corinthian, am I?

You don't trust me, I get it.

I mean, I wouldn't trust me either.

In fact, if I were you, I wouldn't let
me out of your sight.

How do I know you won't kill me?

You could take my word for it, or, since
we're just getting to know one another,

you can put this on.

The second I say or do anything you
don't like, you can just uncreate me.

You're not going away, are you?

Not until we find Daniel.

That's the reason why he brought me
back.

So I could find Daniel.

And to protect you.

And your family.

My family?

Dream didn't tell you anything about me,
did he?

No, not really.

I'm just assuming you have a husband?

Boyfriend?

Girlfriend?

Give me that.

Go sit over there.

Yes, ma 'am.

I'm sorry you had to see that photo,
Miss Hall.

Just know that whoever did this to your
son will get everything he deserves.

Forgive me, but... How do you know this
is Daniel?

We found one of his shoes.

The one in the photo.

And where was it taken? Where did you
find him?

A campsite in the area.

Near the care home?

I don't know of a campsite there. Where
is it?

I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say.
It's an ongoing investigation.

Surely you can tell the boy's mother.

That won't be necessary.

Thank you, Detective.

You can go.

You too, Mrs. Shore.

Ma 'am.

I'll find my way back to them.

My condolences, ma 'am.

I'm sorry, but there's something off
about this.

He's wrong about the campsite. We'll be
okay, Mrs. Shore.

Of course.

You call me if you need me.

I just need to be alone right now.

Okay.

I'll see you at the house.

Sir, may I help?

Just looking for a book to read, since I
am trapped here and there's nothing

else to do now.

There's quite a few things that need
doing, actually.

Such as?

There's an ongoing dispute between the
Knight of Clouds and the body politic,

which requires arbitration, an inventory
of the scurries to be conducted, and a

complete inspection of the territories
from the shores of the Sea of Night to

the Lake of Dawn.

For a start.

I know this is frustrating for you.

Not being able to leave.

Not being in control.

But the only thing that matters is that
you're home and you're safe.

I'm not safe here.

I'm in hiding.

The path that I'm on leads to my death.

It's only a matter of time.

You say that as if you don't have a
choice in the matter.

I don't.

You do.

The same choice the rest of us, who are
not of the endless, have to make every

minute of every day.

And what is that?

The time you have left may be limited,
but you do get to choose how you spend

it.

I have a number of dream ledgers that
could benefit from your attention, as

as compacts and treaties that require
your review and signature.

Later, perhaps.

Where are you going?

To settle an ongoing dispute between the
Knight of Clouds and the body politic.

For a start.

Clerican.

Hello, sister.

I was afraid you'd be asleep. Asleep?
It's tea time. We might as well keep the

Queen waiting.

Afterward, will you remove this glamour
and give me back my face?

Darling, fairy, which is a place, but I
also like to think an attitude is

governed by rules of etiquette. By
custom. And it is customary for those in

Queen's court to wear a glamour at all
times.

You have never seen me without mine.

Was that true? Not even when we were
children? I was never a child.

Now, shall we join the queen for tea?

By which I hope she means cocktails.

Do you think Oberon's captain of the
guard will be there? Who, Menton?

Are you interested? Oh, I've had him.
He's wonderful.

No, but I need him to send troops to the
Dreaming when the time comes.

What is it with you and the Dream King?

Did something happen?

No. Did it?

No.

Well, he did give you this necklace that
Titania's been coveting. If you were

smart, you would give it to her.

I can't.

It's not just a necklace.

It's a boon.

It looks pretty, but I don't exactly
call it a boon.

No, if I hold the stone and call to Lord
Morpheus, it will bring him to me.

And he will grant me a boon.

Well, you'd better cash it in before the
kind ones get hold of him.

Now, shall we go find Menton and put our
glamour to good use?

Hello, Mrs Shaw.

You've been following me?

Only because I was responsible for
Daniel last night.

And I still feel responsible for him.

Shall we go somewhere and talk?

Privately.

I won't cause any trouble.

So why not put away the gun?

Because I'm not holding a gun.

Who are you?

Are you religious, Mrs Shaw?

Do you believe in God?

Of course. How about God?

The plurality of powers and dominions.

What's this to do with Daniel?

It's all to do with Daniel.

Do you know what drives people to
religion?

A desire to know how it's all going to
end. And your tragedy, Mrs. Shaw, is

for all your care and goodwill, you
never knew what any of this was about.

It was you who took the child of
Annette.

Yes.

Why? Tell me.

You owe me that much at least.

Because I am Loki.

God of fire.

And wit.

And hate.

And I will be under obligation to no
one.

See, well, um, there was this doggy.

He's a very clever doggy.

He says things like, um, I would feel
infinitely more comfortable in your

presence if you would agree to treat
gravity as a law rather than one of a

number of suggested options.

That is very sensible advice.

He is very sensible. He's a lot like
you, actually.

Only hairier, but smart.

Now he's gone.

I don't know where to find him.

So I want another quest.

Last time I had a quest, you told us
where to go and you were right, so I

thought I'd ask you, except I got very
angry with you last time I saw you. I

hoping you'd have forgotten all about it
by now, like I have.

I bear no grudges.

I see things as they are.

How, then, can I bear a grudge?

You really are a lot nicer than I ever
remember you being.

But you must understand me, sister.

Events do not occur apart and singly,
and anything worth the hunt.

has a cost.

See, if the doggy were here, he could
explain what you just said to me in a

that I could understand it.

Where do you think he's gone?

My sister, you have come to me for
advice, and I will give you advice.

Good. Yes, please.

If you look for your dog, you shall find
it.

Oh, great. Thank you, Destiny.

But if you find your dog, you shall find
other things also.

The choice is yours.

Do you understand?

Do you think I should take Dream?

Last time I went on a quest, I took
Dream, since I should ask him.

He's been very sad since Orpheus.

Or I could go to him, at least try to
cheer him up and distract him from the

kindy ones.

The choice is yours, as I said.

But I would strongly suggest that you
let him cope with his problems on his

How did you do that?

Can you teach me how to do that?

I'd love to be able to say more than one
thing at once.

It's you.

I rather hoped that you would come.

Are you well, sir?

I am as I always am.

Well, I know that's not true.

Lucienne told me about Daniel and about
your self -imposed confinement here.

Did she?

It wasn't gossip. It was concern.

The skies of the dreaming are...

Gray and mournful.

Even here, in me.

What little son we do get is stretched
and tired.

Ever since your son's death.

I have no wish to discuss my son.

No.

No. For centuries, you... You wouldn't
speak of Orpheus.

Or Queen Nada.

Or the prodigal. Nor do I wish to know.

No, that hasn't changed.

But everything else about you has.

You went to hell for Nada.

You went into the waking world for your
brother.

You went and made peace with your son.

I killed my son.

You sacrificed your life. Or at very
least your freedom for your son.

There is no greater expression of love.

Prior to now, you've always been
governed by your duties.

You could have stayed the course, could
have carried on as you were, but

you changed.

And when one of the endless changes

changes everything.

What you got?

Offerings.

Here, hold this.

Figaro?

For Loki, god of fire.

And from what I remember about North
mythology, Odin enjoys a drink.

Oh, hold on. Lord Morpheus said don't go
to Odin. Trust me, if we want to find

Loki, we'll need Odin.

Oh, Father, God is the atheist. Hey,
what are you doing? Hey, stop doing

What are you doing?

What did you do that for?

Because Dream told us not to.

Dream's right. You're nothing like the
first Corinthian. You're a moral fucking

cumpet. Well, the last Corinthian got
himself uncreated. And if we don't find

Loki, Dream is going to get uncreated.

Then summon Loki, not Odin. Here.

I could do a location spell.

Yeah.

There

you

go, see?

We don't need Odin.

We got you.

Come on.

Before it bends out.

I'm sorry about your boy.

The three said me.

The three ladies, the kindly ones.

They came to see you last night.

They can't bring your boy back.

But they can punish them that's
responsible.

I'll take you to them.

It was.

What have you done?

In ancient Greece, the goddess Demeter
placed the infant prince

Demophon on the fire to burn away
humanity and make him a god.

Daniel's a proper little dream lord now.

And every bit as powerful as Morpheus.

If not more so.

So you were never going to kill him?

Well, if the fire bit hadn't worked,
he'd be dead, wouldn't he?

You could have told me.

That I was going to burn the baby? Would
you have let me? Well, we'll never know

because you lied to me and then you
drugged me.

Darling, don't be angry with me.

You had a nap. Daniel's fine.

And thanks to my performance as D .S.
Pinkerton, Daniel's mum thinks Dream

killed Daniel.

Won't be long now before she returns the
favour and I will be free.

I'll leave you to it, then.

Puck, don't go.

Let's talk about this.

Let's have a drink.

He'll be back.

You think Wilkie did this?

Only one way to find out.

How's that?

Ask the corpse.

I have a spell that makes the dead
speak.

It's okay.

I got this one.

Oi!

I said you weren't anything like the
first Corinthian. The first Corinthian

killed people and ate their eyeballs.

This one's already dead.

You really are a nightmare.

And a visionary.

Hello.

You've been following me.

You alright?

Or Loki is.

This is as far as Mrs. Shore got.

Poor Miss Shore.

Went alive and had her eyes eaten all in
one day.

She actually had a very happy life.

How do you know that?

The eyes.

It's all about the eyes.

Take yours, for example. Yeah, I'll be
keeping those. Thanks.

We need to find out what rooms are in
it.

Yeah, I guess we'll have to get a room
and pretend we're married.

You should stake out the lobby.

Or the bar.

Buy a drink?

I think it might be better if we split
up.

Not better for me, though.

For Daniel?

Right. Covered twice as much ground that
way.

Get to your beds.

Shall I put the kettle on before we
start?

Oh, thank you.

Have a seat on the bed.

It's clean.

Dogs aren't allowed on that bed.

I need something personal of yours.

Ooh, that's lovely.

What are you doing?

It's a circle of protection.

Protection from what?

Oh.

Anyone who'd try to hurt you.

Who would try to hurt me?

No one.

Once I'm done with this.

Is anyone sitting here?

Or are you saving it for someone? I was,
but... If you were coming, you'd have

been here by now.

Whiskey, please.

If he does come, I'll move.

Oh, please don't. I'm sure you're much
better company.

Don't know about that.

She's being modest.

You two know each other?

Not very well.

Or newlyweds.

So there's still a lot to learn.

For example, I want kids.

And I'm not sure about kids.

What about you? Do you have kids?

Well, I did.

Briefly. But now my ex has custody.

And where are they?

Upstairs.

You just split up. Oh.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be.

It wasn't love, if such a thing even
exists.

No.

Love exists.

Spoken like a man in love.

Congratulations. We just came to know
each other.

Doesn't mean it isn't love.

I actually find it easier to love
someone you don't know.

That's just fancying somebody.

So it only counts as love if it lasts
forever.

It's forever that doesn't exist. Love's
the only reason we're here.

And you learned all that from eating
eyeballs?

Do we know each other?

Are you joking?

I'm sorry. You must have known the first
Trent, and I'm new.

I have some of his memories, but not all
of them, apparently.

Well, that's a shame.

You're a lucky woman.

Whoever you are.

Try Constantine.

I've heard of you.

Sorceress. Is that overstating it a bit?

No, it's not.

She's incredible.

I suppose dreams sent you?

Yeah.

So what, have you trapped me here in a
pentagram of margarita salt?

No.

So what's your next move?

To ask where Loki and Daniel are.

Room 459.

What, just like that? Lucky deserves it.

Now, if you'll excuse me. Where are you
going?

Back to Ferry.

And, uh, if this...

Doesn't work out, come and find me.

You're a very lucky woman.

Tumulalapsaforpanereatobrimo.

Aeminaibaroteritorabeanimea.

Tumulalapsaforpanereatobrimo.

You look busy. Are you busy?

I'll come back.

Sister.

What do I owe the pleasure of your
visit?

I'm looking for my doggy.

Do you remember him?

I got him the day our brother left.

Will you help me find him?

You and me, we...

Such a nice time, the last time you went
looking for someone.

Did we?

Didn't we?

I cannot leave the dreaming at this
time.

I have responsibilities.

You use that word too much.

Do you ever think about what it means in
your head?

I use it to refer to that area of
existence over which I have a modicum of

influence and control, namely the realm
and action of dreaming.

It's much more than that.

The things we do make echoes.

Suppose, for instance, you and I stopped
on a street corner to admire a bolt of

lightning in the sky.

Well, for ages after that people and
things would stop on the very same

and look up.

They wouldn't even know what they were
looking for.

Some people might see a ghost of
lightning.

Some people might even get killed by it.

Do you see?

I'm trying.

Our existence deformed the universe.

That's responsibility.

Do you mean defined?

No, I do not.

People think I don't know things, but I
do.

I know more about us than any of us. I
just... I don't know where my doggy is.

I spoke to Destiny about it.

He said it couldn't hurt.

To come and see you. He also told me not
to come and see you, too.

Well, he said it both.

There were two of them.

There were two deaf, didn't he?

By the time I left, there were dozens of
them.

Walking off in all different directions,
talking to themselves.

They got quite bored when I came here.

Dream, are you all right?

Yes.

Why?

You look... happy.

I... suppose I am.

Do you see, if there are any number of
deaths in here, there could be any

of outcomes.

I don't think I'm getting bored again.

You might think so.

You've given me hope.

Now let me give you something.

Delirium, this is Goldie.

Hello, Goldie.

Goldie, would you be so kind to
accompany my sister on her quest to find

canine companion?

I shall inform Cain and Abel of your
whereabouts.

Goldie, wait. Wait for me.

Dream, are you sure you don't want to
come with me?

I am.

But I thank you for your visit.

It's all right.

Well... Goodbye, Dream.

I hope I see you soon.

Perhaps you will.

There. Done all I can for now.

Trivia of the crossways. Tender your
night journey, girl.

Could be a trap.

You don't want me to get hurt.

No, I don't want you getting me hurt. I
don't want that either. Maybe I should

go in first.

He can't do anything to me.

I don't think.

All right.

You distract him. I'll take the kid.

What? We make a pretty good team, don't
we?

Go.

Go right there.

My lord.

You have done well.

Through all the trials I created to test
your loyalty, you may return to the

dreaming and receive your reward.

It's not him.

It's Loki.

He's a shapeshifter. Don't be fooled. If
you believe me to be other than I am,

you are a fool.

It sounds like him.

If it is, then I'm sure Lord Morpheus
wouldn't mind if I check on the baby.

By all means.

Corinthians, stop.

How do you know it's not him?

It's the eye.

It's all about the eyes.

Corinthians.

You're hurting me.

Holy shit.

See? Never doubt yourself.

How could you do this to yourself? Come
on.

Give me credit for knowing which one of
us I am.

If you... Kill me and eat my eyes. I
will haunt you. Enough.

Blood.

These servants of dream stole me from
under the earth to learn your secrets,

I told them nothing.

It was dream servants who summoned me,
Loki.

With the worst meat I have ever tasted.

Sorry about that.

Come on, come on. This prison beneath
the world is worse than...

Thor's wife has a birthmark on the
inside of her thigh in the shape of an

I did not.

How did you know that?

She let me lick it.

Tell the Dream King that despite his
freeing Loki, there is no

grudge between us.

Let him go to his grave.

And be.

Come in, sister.

Here, my posse.

We said we'd see you again.

Took her long enough to get here.

Are you the Furies?

We're the Furies. Such a nasty name.

It's one of the things they call women
to put us in our place.

Do we look furious to you?

We don't bother anyone.

We hate to be a bother. Unless, of
course, there is a good reason to bother

somebody.

The Dream King killed my son.

Is that reason enough?

I'm afraid not.

You see, we can only avenge blood death.
But it is a blood death.

Your blood, not his.

Even if he had killed your son, we could
do nothing about it.

Had he killed his own son, it would be
different.

I see.

Daughter.

He did kill his own son.

So you'll kill him for me.

No.

But if you let us, we can guide you,
direct you,

transform you, so you can drive the
Dream King

to his death.

How would that be?

You ready, little guy?

Yeah, we're off to the dreaming.

I promised his mum I'd bring him back to
her.

The dream said it. I know what dream
said.

But this isn't Daniel anymore.

This little guy's not even human.

He's a dream.

He is a dream.

Or will be one day.

Daniel's no longer with us.

What am I going to say to his mum?

Okay. We'll take him back to his mom.

Mum.

You'd disobey a dream?

If you think that's what's right.

I think you should take him back to the
dreaming.

Daniel.

The Corinthian.

He's going to take very good care of
you.

He's not all like the last one.

Come with us.

It's over for both of us if I don't.

You can hold on to it.

I could.

But then what's going to protect you
from me?

People around me tend to get hurt.

I'm not people. You can't hurt me.

You know, maybe a dream put us together
for a reason.

Can I see you again?

I don't think that's a good idea.

Not even in your dreams?

No one gets hurt in dreams.

But then I would have to wake up.

mean of you to leave me alone with
Menton. He has no interest in sending

to the Dreaming, but he is, however, an
excellent gossip.

You'll never guess who's back in Faerie
after 300 years.

I don't have to.

Who do you think told Menton?

You're looking well, Lady Nula.

Hello, Robin Goodfellow.

You'll have my brother to thank for
that. Apparently Lord Morpheus prefers

sister without her clamour.

Yes, your brother was just telling me
about your servitude in the dreaming.

How did you find the late Lord Morpheus?

What do you mean by that?

Only that I was just returned from the
mortal realm where a former associate of

mine had succeeded in setting the Furies
upon him.

What? Well, the Dream King brought it
all upon himself, really.

Does Lord Morpheus know?

If he does not, he soon will.

I must warn him. How?

My pendant.

Ah.

Apologies, sister.

At tea, I may have told the Queen that
it was a boon from Lord Shaper.

You don't know that she stole the
pendant.

She magicked it off me the moment you
told her it could summon Lord Morpheus.

You probably watched her do it. I think
I was off looking for the puck at that

point. Look, I... So you admit she stole
it? If you'd given her the necklace

when she asked for it, she wouldn't have
to have stolen it. See, look, that's

the key with royalty.

When you want something, you don't ask,
you offer.

Clare again?

Your Royal Highness.

Nuala, I was just about to call for you.

I believe you left this in my sitting
room.

It is yours, isn't it?

Looks like yours.

It is, my lady.

Or it was.

I would very much like you to have it.

Thank you, Neela.

In exchange for your permission to
return to the Dreaming at once.

Sister.

I don't understand.

The Puck has just informed us that the
Kindly Ones are about to descend upon

Dreaming. I would go to Lord Morpheus
and warn him.

But there is no need to leave here.

According to Clurican, the jewel can
bring the Dream King to us. Isn't that

right, Clurican? My lady, I would never
presume to pull Lord Morpheus away from

the duty. Lord Shaper, we call you to
us. Will you come? It is most urgent.

You do me a disservice, Nula.

It was I who summoned you, Dream.

Apologies, my lord.

I am no longer your lord.

No, Sire.

But the Puck has returned to Faerie and
told us that the Kindly Ones are on the

way to you.

I must leave here at once.

You can't. They will destroy you. If I
remain in the Dreaming, no harm will

occur.

But, my lord, you are no longer in the
Dreaming.

No. I am not.

Events will fall as they must. Cause and
effect will jostle as the events take

place. The conflicting destinies will
cease to exist.

Very well.

Events will fall.

As they must.

Ah.

Good day to you.

I bid you welcome to Fiddler's Creek.

Is that Lighter Hall?

Forgive me for not recognizing you
straight away.

It's me, Gilbert.

We're not Lighter Hall anymore.

Do you know who we are, Fiddler's Green?
Do you know what we can do?

I suspect I do know who you are, kind
ladies.

And I've heard what you can do.

And what you cannot do.

You are forbidden to enter this realm
when my master is present.

I would advise you to leave this place
and to free Lighter Hall from your

influence. We are here at the behest of
Lighter Hall. We are merely fulfilling

our function.

And your master is no longer here.