The Ancient One and his companions again fly to the high mountains to the secluded valley where an almost forgotten temple sits.  They land and the monks bow to them politely, muttering their names.  The Ancient One approaches the obelisk standing in the back of the temple.  "Greetings, old friend!"  he remarks.  "I come to you again to ask you what is the probability of the question I posed to you some time ago.  You told me when we last spoke that there was absolutely no chance of success, that there was a zero probability.  Some very strange things have been happening.  Has that probability changed?  Is there now any hope that we might succeed?"
Shimmering lights danced across the surface of the obelisk, and a very pleasant voice answered, "There is now a 15% probability of success in the question that you proposed, and the probability of success seems to be increasing with each passing day.  This probability is not localized.  It is world wide."
The Ancient One stared at the obelisk, then finally managed "Can you give me some idea as to why the probability of success is increasing?  We wish to fortify it, to increase it, to make more aware.  Can you tell us what procedure to follow?  What is it that we have done that has increased the probability?"
Again the lights danced on the surface of the strange object for some time, then the voice again answered.
"The question you ask has no solution.  A response cannot be calculated.  You have done nothing different than you have ever done before.  No force you have used has seemed any different from any force you have used before.  You have spoken no different words than you have spoken before.  I cannot tell you what has brought the increase.  By all modes of logic it should not be there.  The steady decline towards oblivion should be continuing.  There is no logical reason why it has changed.  I wish I could help, old friend!  But my only advice is that you simply continue being what you are, continue doing what you do."
"Then it is advice I will have to follow!" The Ancient One answered.  "Thank you, old friend!  We will depart. If your calculations should give you some idea why our probability of success is rising, please send me a message immediately!  We are desperate to understand this.  We want to duplicate it."
"Well understood!"  the voice answered.  "Before you leave, Father Of Wisdom, The High Monk wishes words with you."
"I believe I know," The Ancient One answered, "what concerns him.  But I will certainly speak with him."
The Ancient One bowed and headed off to another part of the temple.  An aged gentleman approached him, making the sign of prayer. "You needed to speak with me," The Ancient One commented.
The man bowed his head.  "Dreamer Of Dreams," he answered, "Fulfiller Of Hopes, some from the west have been encroaching into our valley.  They are planting the poison that destroys souls.  My people have gone at night and ripped out the plants.  Twice they were fired upon.  One was wounded but not seriously.  If you could assist it would be appreciated."
The Ancient One smiled.  "We took care of it as we were coming here," he answered.  "They had a very unfortunate accident!  Part of the mountain came down on their encampment.  All the men were wiped out.  Only the women remain.  The youngest one, the one with the light hair, is to become your personal servant.  She is to fulfill all your needs."
The monk looked startled.  "Blessed One," he remarked, "you know it is our way not to do that."
The Ancient One smiled.  "I think this one will change your opinion on that," he answered, "and remember the instruction that you do so is from me.  I would be very displeased if I was disobeyed!"
The monk sighed.  "A man must follow divine guidance," he remarked, "even if he does not fully understand it.  I will not know what to do, but I will follow your instructions."
The Ancient One laughed.  "Don't worry!"  he answered, "She will!"
He and his friends took flight.  "That solves that problem!"  he remarked.  "That bloodline will not be lost.  If only more opportunities such as that would present themselves."
"Yeah!"  his male companion answered.  "I wouldn't mind you sending somebody like that to my house with a chest of gold, telling her to fulfill all my needs!"
The Ancient One's female companion jabbed her male counterpart.  They all looked at each other and then roared with laughter!
"Let's get going!"  The Ancient One sighed.  "Every battle we win seems to only expose three more we've lost.  Still want to do something about Ireland.  I really want those guys!  But the energy just doesn't come.  They just keep slipping through our fingers.  The dark power isn't gone everywhere."
"Your patience," his male companion remarked, "sometimes drives me to frustrations, how you can wait so long for just the right moment, and then strike!  I sometimes think I'll go mad!"
"Don't think I don't feel that way sometimes!" The Ancient One answered, "don't ever think it.  But we are creatures of opportunity, and when opportunity presents itself we use it."
"Do we ever!"  his female companion remarked.
They flew on looking for more adventure, more opportunity.