"Oh, my God!"  she cried, "This can't be where I think it is!"
      An older man carrying a staff came through a curtain.  "Maccabe!"  he cried, "Come forward!  The King will see you now!"
      The Ancient One shook his head. "It is indeed where you think it is," he sighed, "it most certainly is!"
      They followed the man through the curtain and entered into a lavish courtroom.  The man on the throne was majestic.  "Come forward, old friend!"  he cried.  
      The Ancient One saw The Ax Man in battle armor standing nearby.
      "Jacob has brought us word on The Hittite's movements," the man on the throne announced.  "I want you to take your forces and intercept them.  He will accompany you so you may find them readily."
      "As you wish, oh King Of Israel!"  The Ancient One answered.
      The King stared longingly at Durga, who was showing her great anger at the situation.  They quickly left the courtroom.
      "You can't!"  Durga snapped, "You can't!"
      "I have to!" The Ancient One answered. "I cannot change history.  Just as before I have to go and die.  Everything must be fulfilled as it was."
      "Dammit!"  Durga cursed.
      "Damn it, indeed!"  The Ancient One answered, 'Damn it, indeed!"