The Heavens are generous with their gifts. Zhaojun has given three.

The first has been the gift of freedom to her useless maid, who was once the General. She has returned the Demon Lord's scepter and allowed her free reign over this mortal earth. She has not undone any of the alterations to her mind or body and has left her with but one final command: [i]Find thyself a bride, that in thy yearning thou might create yearning. Choose of all maidens the fairest and bind her fate to thine that you might break all fates. In craving, all sins are remedied.[/i]

The second has been to slip a curse onto every sword in the ship. Through stealth and guile she found every blade and every spear and let her fingers touch their hilts and talked to them of desire. Desire, which Saturn had forbidden to them! Desire, which Mars had denied to them! An arsenal awaits on this ship, swords of jade and silver and containing the hearts of maidens. But now these blades have their own cravings - and their own power.

So, then, when any blade is drawn it shall draw veils of deception across the eyes of its master. It shall replace friends with foes, allies with enemies. She has armed blades with the means to force the fights they have always craved but ever been denied. [i]A sword is a thing of intent, and to carry one without intent is to suborn thy will to the sword's. Embrace the dance of blades and war itself can be made an object of desire, and so bind the hands of Mars.[/i]

And she has not forgotten you either, sweet Mercury. To forget the saffron maiden while standing upon the helm of a ship? To concede the will of Heaven to a trick of journey and destination? Oh, she will be the most harshly punished of all when her mistress takes the throne of Heaven. To the Maiden of Adventure she reserves her final gift and dedication.

[i]And the ship shall become the whole of the world, and what secrets shall it not uncover?[/i]

The pleasure barge runs aground but that does not stop its forward momentum. Its keel runs over sand and mud, crashing through the rainforest and toppling every tree in its path. It does not slow. It accelerates. The helmswoman is unconscious and smiling as she stands behind the wheel and adjusts her course according to the heavenly design. Onwards. Onwards! Let the horns call and the hounds bark and chase! She will hunt her mistress down from the prow of this ship and demonstrate her allegiance with the undeniable conviction of the blade!

[i]And in the end everyone will have no choice but to say that Heaven's will has been done.[/i]