Septimus smiled to himself. It had been way to easy to get the candle away from his older brother. He knew that Primus was over trusting – gullible in fact. But he would have never guessed that he would still act as such when the competition for the throne was much more heightened now than ever before.

Still, if Primus wanted to be all friendly with everyone, that was his problem. Now the only problem that remained was to see how he would use it. He definitely wanted his men with him, but that would be difficult with the candle. Unless, maybe they all held hands?

He tried picturing it. Nope. Out of the question.

Maybe he should just use it now before he lost his nerve. He'd never used anything with dark magic before. And witches and their wares were often unreliable. However, he'd heard good things about this strange candle.

There'd be side effects no doubt. The instructions were to think of something, and to be very specific. Light the candle. And presto! You're there. But where was there exactly? What if he did that and ended up in a volcano?

"Hmm…"

"Your highness?" a jumpy lackey answered.

"What?" Septimus snapped.

"Wha-? Oh, noth-," he remembered in time that time wasters were fired, or rather stabbed. "I mean, the men and I…" the rest of the group gave him dirty looks. "That is to say, I…" the other men looked away now. "was wondering where we were headed, sir."

Septimus gave him a withering glare. "Did I not make it clear as to where we were going? The runes say that I'm right. Southeast is the direction to go."

"Told you," said Quintus.

"What are we doing here? I thought we were backing Primus to be king?" Sextus wrung his hands.

"Yes, well," Secundus said, "That was before he lost his Babylon candle wasn't it?"

Sextus huffed and looked over his living brother's shoulder. Ah, how much braver one feels once they are dead!

Quartus narrowed his eyes at Quintus. "You thought the stone went northwest."

"Yes," Quintus said.

Quartus shook his head disbelievingly, "So, you just said that you were right, and Septimus and the runes say that southeast is the way to go."

"Yeah, but wherever the stone is at, it was headed from a northwest direction."

Secundus gave his younger brother a pitying glance. "You don't make any sense. Septimus must have hit you one too many times with that hatchet."

Tertius, still not accustomed to be dead, started laughing hysterically.

"You on the other hand… how'd you die?"

"No, wait," Quartus held up a hand. "Let me guess. Septimus?" Tertius didn't answer. His younger brother continued to inspect him. "Poison?"

Tertius started moaning.

Sextus rejoined them. "Septimus is going to use the Babylon candle! He isn't taking his men with him."

The other three ghosts gave him blank stares. "Do you think it's possible for a ghost to go with him?" Secundus asked.

"Let's all go with him," Quintus suggested. They ignored him.

"I want to go back to the castle and see how Primus is faring," Sextus said decisively. They ignored him too.

"Only one way to find out," Quartus said, hurrying over to his living brother.

Septimus was in his tent. Most of his men, besides the ones on guard had gone to sleep. The candle was new. As long as the stone hadn't gone too far, he would be able to go get it and come back to the castle. The only issue remaining would be Primus, but that could be dealt with easily.

As far as he could tell he was alone. Little did he know that his dead brothers were about to jump him.

He got out a light, and thought really hard about where he wanted to go: as close to the stone as possible without being in danger. Septimus wasn't sure about the specifics, but he hoped that this magical light would know what he wanted. The flame touched the wick and he was gone.

"Well, it didn't work," Quintus said.

"Good," Sextus snapped. "Now can we go back to the castle? Primus may already have left."

"Does that even matter? Septimus is closer to the stone," Secundus pointed out.

"That doesn't mean anything though," Quartus noted.

They waited for the third brother to say something, but he was still in shock.

Secundus sighed. As oldest it was his decision. "Fine, let's go back to the castle."