'The hawk is airborne once more. Distant eyes scanning the trail with increasing interest. A change is in the air. An end of one cycle it appears and the commencement of another. Perhaps the final phase. A wheel can be seen to be set in motion. Part once more the the chariot. It's occupant observed ... calling together the troops and gathering up speed once again. There is renewed urgency as unanticipated interest at the start of the circle is resumed. The star still shines out there in the manifest. Still a resident on those shores. Still the commodity which it was at the start of the great plan. Taken from shore to shore to prove the existence of a progression. Used as a form of barter. Making agencies privy to a blackmail of a significant scale.
Hidden behind the veils. Far apart from the stage show which the charioteer devised and demanded the sheep observe; and accept.
All appears still and calm. But the white mists do clear. It seems through the eyes of the Hawk that all is not as was planned. There is the sense of breakthrough or the unexpected here.
Those who still have possession of the star are being observed. Watched by clever surveillance now. A matter of time before the covert operation comes round to their sector of the maze. Then and only then can the instruction come to rewrite the stage show and disguise the wilful trail once more ...'
