There was a shrine topped by an idol in black marble, incrusted with sapphires and turquoises.

Durga Ram, who shall be called Umballa, nodded slightly as he passed it.

Force of habit, since in his heart there was only one religion--self.
He stopped at a door guarded by a single soldier, who saluted but spat as soon as Umballa had passed into the throne room.

The throne itself was vacant.

The Council of Three rose at the approach of Umballa.
"She is here," he said haughtily.
The council salaamed.
Umballa stroked his chin as he gazed at the huge candles flickering at each side of the throne.