Lord Sunday

"Oh, to be a minion," muttered Giac to himself dreamily. "I was a sub-minion."

"You mean he's dead too?" asked Suzy.

"Yes," said Dusk. "This morning, in his cell. The guards outside were also slain, and only Sir Thursday's boots remained."

"Sounds more like he escaped," Suzy said.

"His feet were still in the boots," said Dusk.

"I don't... I don't care," he said softly to his reflection. "I have a job to do. It doesn't matter what I have become. It doesn't matter what I look like."

"Come on, then, Giac," said Suzy. "Last one to the top is a rotten sorceror."

She started off at a run, but paused after a few steps when Giac didn't immediately follow. He was looking puzzled.

"Come on!"

"But I already am a rotten sorceror," he said.