KARL III: A CROWN OF SCARS           Karl of Haense woke from a dreamless sleep.   With raspy, surprised breaths, it took a moment for him to get his bearings - to shake the shroud of sleep, and remember where he was, and who he was. He lay alone in his bed, beneath heavy quilts and furs that slicked his skin with a cold sweat, and a thick medicinal incense hung in the air. Windchimes sang in the window, and, instead of the usual dreary grey li