Ah. A patriot. Anton considered that trait alongside what he knew of Bakura and found it fit quite well. One could love one's country and not the people who led it. Indeed, that added quite a bit of context to the nature of Bakura's bitterness. Egypt had, at one stage, been among the most highly magical of nations--not in its sheer power, as the Cradles were, but in its acceptance in daily life. India had been another.

In the modern era, it made both of them among the richest of magical history.

"It may not be impossible," Anton said thoughtfully, underscored by the quick, measured thud of his knife on the chopping-block. "The Hotel came here well enough, and its wards are in some measure still capable of movement. I had not intended it to be a transdimensional building, but it seems to me the notion is not so far-fetched as I had thought."

In which case, it was entirely possible it could be used to visit other dimensions.