A/N: Well, here's my latest offering. Unless I get a minimum of 25 hits on this chapter, I won't continue the story. Either that or a review. Pretty please! bats eyelashes uselessly pouts Anyway, Althalus gets a shock at the end … someone I know you all know and love … XD Enjoy!

"Well, Brother Bheid, we have a situation on our hands here," Althalus said, pacing. He then turned to Bheid, and said angrily, "You're destroying Leitha again!"

"Well … I … err …" Bheid stuttered, before looking shamefacedly at his lap. "I guess the priesthood just became more important to me." He looked up at Althalus. "I didn't know Leitha was this hurt inside, Althalus. I really didn't."

"Bheid, at least this time I didn't need to hit your head against the wall to get through to you." The two men smiled at each other.

Dweia hugged her slender charge. Leitha was crying like a baby into her shoulder, and her mother was comforting her uselessly.

"Its okay, Leitha. It'll all be okay. Althalus won't hurt Bheid …" Will he? Dweia wondered.

"I heard that."

Oops.

At that moment, the door opened and Dweia was saved from embarrassment. Althalus and Bheid walked in, and immediately, the Grey Robe Exarch went over, and recovered Leitha from her mother. Leitha's face changed expressions from mournful to joyful and kissed Bheid passionately.

Dweia looked questioningly at Althalus, who just said silently, "I'll tell you later." Their work was done there. Now to go back to the House and dream of what would happen next.

"Have nice dreams, pet," Dweia told Althalus, before rolling over awkwardly and falling asleep in the bison robed bed they slept in.

Althalus certainly hoped that he would have nice dreams, but it was hardly likely with him. He hoped he would have good tidings for once, instead of foreboding dreams.

Gher was tinkering with a sword he had found in his house. A looming shadow came up behind him, as the young genius played with the weapon.

"Now, how many times have I told you not to touch Daddy's weapons?" Alaia asked Gher, with iron in her voice, as she withdrew the sword from his reach.

Gher pouted. If there was one thing he hated, it was being treated like a baby. He already knew Khalor's name, and Alaia's, so why couldn't he call them by their true names? But no, he had to call them mummy and daddy.

"Now, Gher, we've put up with your genius, your … habits, and your overwhelming interest in adult business. It's just got to stop. Okay, honey?"

Gher rolled his eyes. "Yes, mum," he said in a bored voice.

Althalus sat up, sweating and swearing like a pirate. If he knew Alaia was such a control freak, would he have turned Gher over to her? That was scary.

Well, he thought, I've got my bad tidings for tonight. Let's hope something good happens in my next dream.

Althalus fell asleep once more, slipping into sleep easily, with his last thought spiralling around in his brain.

"Well, hello, Althalus," a female of about 20 said as if she knew him.

"Who are you? How do you know me?" It didn't surprise the thief that he could talk in his dreams, although he should have been.

The lady had black hair, with a distinguishing white streak above her brow. She laughed. "I've been intertwined with your dreams, Althalus, for a while now. I'm Polgara."