"Ah! I've got it!" Prince Ayn said triumphantly. He knew that there was some sort of key to getting to Satellite, and he remembered his mother telling him about it a few years ago.

"You've got what?" Darren asked. He didn't get the prince's story about Satellite, but he tried to show some interest.

"The key to getting to Satellite. It's somewhere in Landen, in the Chalst Province." Ayn replied. From nearby, Rhys walked over to them.

"Landen, in the Chalst Province... I was born and raised there. If you want me to, I'll come and help you." Rhys said. Lyle stormed forward.

"Nah... you don't have to, Rhys! I'll go with Ayn again. You rest your poor old legs." Lyle said. Rhys hit him across the face, knocking his eye-patch slightly out of position.

"Poor old legs? Are you saying that I'm too old to help my own son?" Rhys snapped, stepping on Lyle's foot.

"Well, yeah! You are! When we came here, you left it to ME to beat off the cyborgs! You said yourself that you were getting on a bit too much." Lyle said angrily, kicking at Rhys.

"Lyle, you utter untruths. How dare you say I am too old to help my own son! I defended Maia from the cyborgs!"

"Yeah, but you ONLY defended Maia. No-one else! You're so selfish, Rhys. That's why I got half-beaten to death on the way here!"

"Button it, Lyle! You tried to defend Thea, but she still got herself kidnapped! I defended Maia, and she didn't get kidnapped! So who's the better king now?"

"Maybe I should've finished you off ages ago. Lena was right about you - you just couldn't be trusted. And still, she showed you mercy and stopped the fight before I had chance to hurt you."

"I injured you a lot more! You only whacked me with your staff once! And yet I made you bleed! And since WHEN did Lena say I couldn't be trusted?"

"Yeah, but if Lena hadn't stopped the fight, you would've been dead now. And she said that you couldn't be trusted because you had such a selfish attitude! I don't know if you know... but I was gonna marry Maia, too! You never let me have a say!"

"You never even mentioned it, Lyle! If you had only said, I would have let you have a say!"

"Now, about that fight that Lena stopped... it's a good job she did, really. I could've killed you."

"But if you HAD killed me, Ayn wouldn't be here now!"

"Ooh yeah... didn't think of that. Oh, stuff it! You're just a crusty old bag, Rhys!"

"Thanks a lot! You're a liability, Lyle!"

"Liability? Did you just call me a liability? On the way to this cave, you got trapped between six big cyborgs, all armed with sharp swords! You were so scared, you just pulled your cloak over your head and cowered! And as they were about to kill you, Super-Lyle comes bounding in there, staff bared, and beats 'em all up! You didn't even try to defend yourself! NOW who's the liability?"

"Even so, Maia had to patch you up with fifteen bandages!"

"But they were very small bandages."

"Damn you, Lyle!" Rhys sprang forward and knocked Lyle to the floor, which no-one with poor old legs could do, without pulling a lot of muscles. Lyle retaliated by kicking Rhys in the side, sending him rolling to the left. He jumped and landed on top of Rhys. Maia was walking in, carrying a tray of biscuits. When she saw the two kings fighting, she dropped the tray in surprise.

"Rhys, I thought Lyle was your friend!" she said in horror. She picked up her dress and ran over. She grabbed Lyle and tried to get him off Rhys. She couldn't manage it - Lyle was much too heavy for her to move. Lyle pushed her away, only to receive a punch in the stomach from Rhys.

"That's my wife you just shoved then!" Rhys snarled, trying to free himself from under Lyle's heavy frame. However, not only was Lyle considerably heavier than Rhys, he was also a lot stronger, and so he was able to stop Rhys from effecting his escape.

"Stay there and shut it. For the moment, I'll let you live." Lyle said, picking himself up and helping Rhys to his feet.

"What was all that about?" Maia asked in horror.

"Me and Rhys needed to talk. That's all." Lyle said coolly. Maia shook him violently.

"You call that talking? Sounded like an argument to me." Their conversation was cut short by Darren.

"Alright, I think we've had enough prattle for today. Now, the prince here told us that the key to Satellite was in Landen. We'd better get going." Darren said, but Ayn stopped him.

"Wait, Darren! Who's coming with us?" the prince asked.

"Not Rhys. He's too old for this." Lyle snickered. Rhys scowled and made a jump for him, but Lyle moved out of the way just in time, causing Rhys to fall flat on his face. Ayn sniggered a little.

"OK, so if Rhys isn't coming, that leaves Lyle, Maia, Lucy, Thea, Mieu, Wren and some other random local people." Darren said.

"Peasants." Ayn corrected. Lyle put a hand to his forehead and shook his head.

"At least give 'em some consideration, Ayn! Don't make the common folk look bad." Lyle said. Ayn sighed.

"Well, then! I reckon that it should be Mieu and Wren who come with us!" Darren said.

"And Lyle!" Lyle cried.

"Damn it, Ayn, we can't get rid of him. Come on, Lyle." Darren sighed, shaking his head.

"What about me?" Thea asked.

"You stay here. Keep an eye on that decrepid old Rhys for me." Lyle replied. Rhys' anger was so hot that Lyle could be made into a king-size roast. He almost sprang for Lyle again, but Maia stopped him.

"This isn't the last you'll hear of me, Lyle!" Rhys roared, but Lyle turned on his heel, his cloak swishing behind him, and he followed Ayn, Darren, Mieu and Wren out of the cave and into the blistering heat of the Bernink Province.