s.  Now take your thrice-damned curse off of me."
	"Tarrin?" the Keeper asked in surprise.
	Tarrin changed form right on top of her desk, and then he was kneeling on its wooden surface, staring down at the woman calmly.  "Keeper," he said formally.  "Can I hit her now?"
	The Keeper laughed.  "I may let you," she said.  "Are you alright?"
	"As well as can be expected," he said calmly.  "I, just needed time alone for a while.  I'm ready to go back."
	"Good," she said.  "Jesmind, leave."
	"Not until you take your spell off!" she shouted.  "I upheld my end of the bargain!  Take it off now!"
	"I can't do that," she said in an ominous voice.  "You're still a danger to Tarrin, and I won't allow you to hurt him.  Keeping you tame is in my best interest at the moment."
	"You lied to me!" she screamed, her claws extending as her eyes flared from within with that unholy greenish aura.
	"Jesmind!" Tarrin barked, jumping off the desk and putting a paw on her chest as the other took hold of her arm.  In that instant, Tarrin came to understand why Jesmind hated him so much.  It was more than a personal feeling between them.  When he left her, she accused him of lying to her, of breaking his word.  That was so totally against the basic nature of the Cat that it was her nature to take people at their word, and expect them to live up to it.  Lying was a violation of the natural order of things, and that made any Were-cat angry.  That, and there was her duty.  She had a duty to try to kill him, to stop him from doing what he very nearly did.  He could respect that, even more so now that he'd come so close to going mad.  He looked back at the Keeper.  "You made a promise," he said grimly.  "Take the spell off of her."
	"I won't do that," she said.
	"You will," he growled.  "Because if Jesmind doesn't kill you, I will."
	The Keeper's eyes widened.  "But you hate her," she said.  "She wants to kill you!"
	"A promise is a promise," he said flatly.  "I didn't understand that before.  I do now."
	Jesmind gave him a strange look, and she put a paw on his shoulder.
	"You will take that spell off of her, and you will do it right now, or else this room will need a lot of cleaning.  If you think either of us are nasty now, you should see what we can do when we're working together."
	The Keeper blanched, standing up.  "I'll need the Council.  It's Ritual Sorcery.  I can't do it alone."
	"Then have someone bring them here," he said in a dangerous tone.  "Now."  Duncan paused at the door.  "Now!"
	"Duncan, go get the Council," the Keeper commanded.
	"Don't think this changes anything between us," Jesmind said in a quiet voice.
	"I don't expect it to," he replied.  "I have no real quarrel with you, Jesmind.  You have one with me.  I don't look at you as an enemy, no matter how hard you try."
	"Then come with me," she offered.  "We can let the past be the past.  We can start over."
	"I can't do that," he told her.  "I came back here for a reason, Jesmind.  I can do Sorcery.  I nearly killed myself with it while I was away.  If I don't learn how to control it, I'll either accidentally kill you or end up killing myself.  And the only place I can learn is here."
	"Why do you have to be so stubborn!" she snapped, stamping her foot.
	"Why do you have to be so contrary?" he retorted.  "I only need a couple of years, woman.  That can't be much more than a blink of your eyes."
	"Then I guess we're back to where we started, aren't we?" she hissed.
	"I guess so.  Jesmind."
	"What?"
	"Don't even think of stepping on my tail."
	She gave him a look, then laughed helplessly.  "I see you've gotten over your silly modesty."
	"You bring out the worst in me," he replied dryly.
	"Yes," she said.  "I imagine I do, at that."
	"Are you calm now?"
	"I guess so."
	He let go of her and stepped back.  "You look haggard."
	"You're a damned hard man to find," she grunted, stretching a bit.  "I haven't had a good night's sleep in almost a month.  How's the arm?"
	"Never better.  You didn't rip enough out of it."
	"You wouldn't hold still."
	"That was the idea."
	She gave him a long look.  "You've changed, cub.  A great deal.  Was the time away good for you?"
	"I managed to keep from going mad, if that's what you mean," he said.
	"That must be where you got the doll."
	He fingered the little doll absently.  "A keepsake, from someone who helped me get through it," he said.  Then he put his paw over the little doll to totally smother Janette's scent.  He hadn't smelled any of it before, but he was going to take no chance that Jesmind would track his little mother down and use her to draw him out.  "And no, I didn't kill anyone, before you ask."
	"Small favors," she mused.
	"I find all this rather entertaining," the Keeper injected dryly, "but I have work to do.  Could you take your reunion outside?"
	"No," they said in unison.  "We don't leave your sight until the spell is off Jesmind," Tarrin added.
	"I'm afraid I can't trust you anymore, Keeper," Jesmind said with hot eyes.  "So we're going to keep an eye on you until you uphold your end of the bargain."  She crossed her arms under her breasts, giving the diminutive woman an icy stare.  "And I expect you to live up to our previous bargain as well.  I promised not to touch Tarrin on the Tower grounds.  And I'll uphold that.  In return, I can come and go as I please."
	"You threaten to kill me, and then you make demands of me, in my own office," the Keeper snorted.  "You are either insanely brave or monumentally stupid."
	Jesmind was about to say something, but Tarrin put a paw over her mouth.  "Just let it drop," he told her.
	"But--"
	"Let it go," he said.  She glared at him, but his powerful gaze made her lower her eyes.  Then he saw those eyes harden.  She was obviously flaring up at being stared down.  "I'm not going to fight with you, no matter how pecky you get," he warned.  "So just put it away."
	"Pecky?" she repeated hotly.  "You watch yourself, cub, or I'll tan your backside and shave your tail with a board!  You're not too old to spank!"
	"You even try, and I'll strip you bare and hang you out the Keeper's window like a flag," he retorted.  "The whole city will see you in all your glory."
	Jesmind actually blushed.  That was most satisfying, with what she'd done to him in the past.
	"Children!" the Keeper barked.  "Can't the two of you stay peaceful even for five minutes?"
	"No," they said in unison.
	She threw up her hands.  "Goddess, deliver me from this nightmare!" she cried out in a plaintive voice, then she sat back down.  "Tarrin, for my sanity, please take my spare robe down from the peg behind the door and put it on.  You're driving me crazy standing there with no clothes on."
	He nodded, pulling down the dark silk robe.  It was comically small, barely stretching around his chest, and not even reaching his knees.  Jesmind laughed when she saw it, and Tarrin sighed forlornly.  The Keeper motioned to him.  "I'll fix that," she said.  He came over to her, and he felt that peculiar sensation of drawing in, then she put her hands on the robe.
	It quickly and silently grew out, falling to the floor and fitting him loosely and comfortably.  Its basic style even changed, going from a feminine garment to a gender-neutral one.
	"Neat trick," he noted.
	"It makes fitting new clothes easy," she shrugged.  "It's one thing that we'll teach you here.  Any Sorcerer that can touch Earth can do that."
	"Touch?"
	"There are seven spheres of Sorcery, Tarrin," she said.  "Since Sorcery is the magic of the world, they represent the powers that make up and influence our world.  Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, which represent the physical world.  Mind, Divine, and the sphere of Confluence, or Energy, which represent the mystical aspects of the world.  Some Sorcerers have a particular affinity for one Sphere.  Some can't touch a particular Sphere at all.  It's entirely personal.  Most Sorcerers can touch all six spheres, but they're not equally strong in them.  Most that can't touch all six can only touch four or five, but they're very powerful in at least one of the spheres they can touch."
	"I thought there were seven," he said.
	"There are.  The sphere of Confluence can't be used by a single person.  It's the sphere of Ritual Sorcery.  It takes at least two Sorcerers to use it."
	"Why?"
	"We don't really know," she shrugged.  "It just is."  Duncan appeared quietly at the door.  "Good.  They're here?"
	"Yes, Keeper."
	"Bring them in, and let's get this overwith."
	Tarrin stepped back and watched the quiet happenings curiously.  There wasn't any senseless chatter.  They didn't even stand in any particular formation.  But the sensation of drawing in was there, and it was powerful.  Tarrin seemed to sense that, as a group, they could wield more raw power than the seven of them acting individually.  As if the sum of their parts was a greater whole.
	That, Tarrin remembered, was what set Sorcerers apart from all the other orders of magicians.  Sorcerers could link together, forming circles, and use their power in a combined effort.  The Priests could mimic some of that ability, but only where consecrating ground or curing curses was concerned.
	Jesmind's form seemed to waver for a moment, and then she sighed explosively.  "About time!" she growled.  "Don't ever do that me again!"
	"Just leave, Jesmind," the Keeper said stonily.
	"Fine."  She gave Tarrin a strange look.  "Until later."
	"I'll be waiting."
	"You do that," she said with a wink, then she left the Keeper's office.
	"He's very strong, isn't he?" a dark-haired woman said, one of the members of the Council.  "I could feel the edges of him when we linked."
	"He's used his power," a very tall amber-haired man remarked.  "He has the touch on him."
	"Yes," the Keeper remarked.  Tarrin felt very uncomfortable with the seven of them staring at him.  "For obvious reasons, he just can't go back to the Novitiate.  We need to give him the Test, and place him in the Initiate."
	"Tomorrow," Ahiriya agreed.
	"Tarrin, go back to your room," the Keeper commanded.  "It's still the same one.  Put your Novice uniform back on.  I'll send someone for my robe later.  Oh, and do let Allia know you're back?  She's been about ready to kill since you left."
	"I will," he said.  "What about my family?"
	"I'll send word.  They've bought a house out in the city, and are living out there."
	"Thank you," he said.  He bowed sinuously, then quickly evacuated the room.  All those eyes on him was giving him a very uneasy feeling.
	It felt strange being back in his room.  All of his things were there, untouched, though he had no doubt that the Sorcerers searched through it at least five times.  He still had no idea how long he was gone, but the memory of the room was still fresh, as if the suspension of time had preserved all those memories.
	He didn't even have time to open his chest and pull out his clothes before the door banged open loudly.  Allia, her lovely face contorted in a mask of both rage and joy, stalked into the room.  He didn't even get a chance to greet her before she reared back and punched him dead in the jaw.  Tarrin staggered back, spitting out a tooth knocked loose by the blow.  He tried to get his hands up as she rushed at him, but found her clutching to him tightly in a fierce embrace.  "Don't you ever do that again!" she commanded in a strangled voice.
	"I missed you too," he said dryly, licking a bit of blood off his lip.  The tooth was growing back, which made the inside of his mouth itch.
	Things were different now.  He and Allia talked at length as they walked, keeping moving so the Keeper's eyes couldn't pin them down, speaking in Selani to avoid their words reaching the Keeper's ears.  He told her about his time in the city, with Janette and her family, and he was brutally honest about the sensations, the guilt, and then finally the tenuous balance he had managed to achieve.  He told her about things he wouldn't even tell his mother, and she listened with that same gentle patience that so drew him to her.  He then told her about the episode with Jesmind, the spell, and the look that the Council gave him after they were done.
	"They want something from me," he said bluntly.  "I don't know what it is, but that's obvious now.  They'd never have put this much attention on any other novice, even one as strong in Sorcery as they say I am."
	"I know.  After you left, they started paying me that attention," she grunted.  "They gave me the Test.  Would you believe that I can do Sorcery?"
	"Really?" he asked in interest.
	"I'm not that strong in it, but it is there," she affirmed.  "They said that I couldn't make my life's work out of it, as if I wanted to do that, but I think that knowing a few spells here and there wouldn't be a bad idea."
	"It could be handy," he agreed.
	"They are keeping us together," she said.  "When you go into the Initiate, I'll go at the same time."  She scratched her cheek.  "It's not like they're teaching me anything, or anything. I'm basically just wasting time here."
	They ended up in the courtyard in the center of the hedge maze.  This place of peace quickly soothed Tarrin's nerves, and he sat on the bench and relaxed as Allia inspected the large wild roses that grew at the back end of the courtyard.  She tended them when they visited the courtyard, trying to coax them into growing large, beautiful blossoms.  Tarrin spent that time staring at the statue, remembering those simple words that had drifted into his mind the last time he was here.
	Faith.
	He believed that he had found some.  By coming into such close contact with the Cat, he had faith that it wasn't out to kill him.  Though they would struggle for dominance in his mind, he knew then that the Cat was not his enemy.  He knew that he had to be stronger than it was, to assert his authority.  As long as he could do that, then everything would be fine.  He had found faith in himself, a confidence that things just might turn out for the best.  Things didn't seem so gloomy.
	It amazed him that he had always thought that way.  To him, before, each day was just one step closer to that ultimate end, either by Jesmind's claws, or this mysterious enemy, the Cat, or even his own hand.  But now, now he felt that there was a chance that he just may come out of this alive.
	He stood up and walked through the fountain, standing at the base of the tall statue.  He could never get tired of staring at that lovely face, or those life-like eyes.  "What are you doing, Tarrin?" Allia asked.
	"Just looking," he replied.  "Me and this statue are good friends.  She's a good listener."
	"And I'm not?" she asked impishly.
	"When you're around, you are," he replied.
	"Tarrin, look at this," Allia called.
	Tarrin went up on his toes and leaned into the statue, looking over its dainty shoulder.  Allia had reached deeply into the wild, tree-like rosebush she was working with, and as he watched, she carefully pulled out a shaeram.  It was very, very old, Tarrin could tell even from that distance, made of silver, and with a small diamond set into the center of the four-pointed star at the core of the symbol.  "Its ancient," Tarrin said, "but it's not rusted."
	"Maybe it's magic," Allia said, holding it up.  "But it's beautiful.  I'd like to keep it."
	"Then keep it," Tarrin said.  "You found it."
	"But I'm not worthy of the honor," she protested.  "This symbol represents something I am not, and I won't dishonor the katzh-dashi by pretending to be one of them."
	"It's not the symbol of the katzh-dashi," Tarrin said.  "It's the symbol of their Goddess.  Since you can do Sorcery, that gives you the right to wear it."
	Where did that come from?
	"Perhaps you're right," she mused, holding it up to the fading afternoon light.  She laid it over her head, then settled it around her neck, carefully pulling her hair through the loop.  "I hope the Holy Mother Goddess takes no offense," she said as an afterthought.
	"Why would she?" Tarrin challenged.
	"It's the symbol of another Goddess."
	"Are you going to start worshipping her?"
	"No!"
	"Then you have nothing to worry about," Tarrin shrugged, his voice dismissive in its practicality.
	Allia looked up at the sky.  "It's almost dinnertime," she noted.  "I'm hungry, too.  Let's go."
	"You go on ahead," he said.  "I want to stay a few more moments."
	Allia gave him a deep look.  "I'll see you in the dinner hall then," she said.  He watched her take her leave, and gave her a few moments to get out of earshot.
	He looked up at the statue's face, studying its serene, perfect features, again marvelling at the hand that could, with hammer and chisel, sculpt such incredible detail and beauty.  He reached up and cupped that face in his huge paw.  "Sorry I was away for so long," he told the statue, "but I wasn't myself for a while.  But I'm better now.  It must be lonely in here alone all the time, so, to let you know, I'll be visiting you again."
	Believe.
	Tarrin's ears perked up, responding to the voice that had no sound, a choral voice that echoed soundlessly through the courtyard, through his mind, dancing across his awareness like ripples on the surface of a still pond.  There it was again!
	For there to be faith, you must believe.
	"Believe in what?" he called curiously.
	Believe in me.
	That completely baffled him.  "Believe in you?  Who are you?"
	Believe in me.
	The amulet around Tarrin's neck suddenly was very heavy.  It felt hot against his skin, then cold, then hot again.
	The amulet, the symbol of the katzh-dashi.
	The amulet, the symbol of the Goddess whom they served.  Just as the brand on his shoulder was the symbol of Fara-Nae
	The Goddess.
	Goddess!
	Tarrin gasped in shock, staggering backwards, and then fell into the pool.  He sat up, water streaming off of his face, staring up at the nude statue in utter shock.  "Goddess!" he gasped.
	There was the most unusual sound.  It took him a moment to realize that it was cascading, silvery-bell laughter.  Oh, do get up, the voice called in amusement.  You look like a drowned rat.
	"You, you, you," he stammered, totally at a loss for words.  He quickly rolled over and knelt in the water in front of the statue, the idol-image of the Goddess of the Sorcerers.
	Don't do that! the voice called tartly.  I hate it when people do that!
	"Forgive me," he said in meek supplication.
	And don't do that either! she snapped.  You talked to me normally before.  You can do that again.
	"I, I didn't know who you were, Goddess," he explained.
	It doesn't really matter who I am, the voice called.  I don't demand that people act like fools for my benefit.  As long as I know how you feel in your heart, I can do without all the bowing and scraping and carrying on.  Are you quite finished swimming in my fountain?
	"Uh, yes, Goddess," he said, standing up and keeping his eyes averted.
	What's the matter now? she asked crisply.
	"I don't know what to do," he said quietly.
	Talk to me, she said winsomely.  I didn't drag you out here just to have you fawn on me.  It doesn't become you.
	"Drag me out?" he asked.
	You think you wanted to come out here yourself? she chuckled.  I need to talk to you, my kitten.  Away from the others.  There are some things you should know.
	That got his attention quickly.  "Like what?"
	That's better.  Talk to me as you talk to anyone else.  As far as answering questions, nothing that you want to hear, I assure you, she said.  For now, I wanted you to know that I exist.  They'll teach you all about me in the Initiate.  To enter it, you have to swear an oath of obediance to me.  I know how your mind works.  You'd reject such a vow outright.  He had  to agree.  His Cat nature would not allow him to willingly subject himself to the will of another.  What I want you to know is that I don't want your obediance, kitten.  I want your love.
	"What?"
	I want your love, she repeated.  I don't expect it overnight.  You've never been what most would call religious, so the concept of loving a deity is new to you.  That works both ways, my kitten, she said, her choral, powerful non-voice warm and intimate.  I already adore you.
	What that means for the immediate future is this; I won't demand you to uphold the vow that you'll speak to me tomorrow.  I'm giving you permission to lie.  Just mouth the words to satisfy the Council, and don't ever even think about it again.  Oh, and don't think that this will be a common occurence, she said, her voice amused.  I do have other things to do.
	"You do this with all Sorcerers?"
	To one degree or another, yes, she replied.  I don't directly speak to most of them, but I do listen, and I try to answer as best I can.  Just like Allia's Goddess, Fara-Nae, I'm very devoted to my worshippers, so I can afford a bit of personal attention here and there.  I couldn't actively talk to you, like we are now, until you believed that I existed.  All I could manage were a few words here and there.  Are you done asking questions?
	"No, but I think you're done answering them."
	She laughed, that same choral cascade of bells.  You are such a joy, my kitten, she told him.  My life will be so much richer with you in it.  Just speak the words tomorrow, Tarrin.  You don't have to believe them, and know that, on my word and bond as a Goddess, I will not demand you to uphold the vow you will give.  I will ask it of you, but I will not demand  it of you.
	"Why me?" he asked suddenly.  "Why this attention on me?"
	Because you are very special, she replied instantly.  Very special indeed.  In fact, at this very moment, half the world's interest is set directly on your shoulders.  Not all of that interest is friendly...as you may have noticed.  Don't even bother asking why, because I can't tell you.
	Just know this, my kitten, she said, her voice sincere and loving.  I am here for you.  Believe in me, and I will provide for you.  Put your trust in me, and I will watch over you.  Give your love to me, and I will return it to you tenfold.  Have faith in me, and you will never be alone.
	Those words struck him to the core.
	I must go now, she called.  Be well, my kitten, and think about my words.  I know that you know that I would not lie to you.  So think of what I have said, and make your decisions.  I will welcome you.  The road ahead is long and dangerous, but with my love in your heart, you will never be alone.
	And then the sensation of her power faded, leaving the courtyard dark and strangely empty.  The dazzling sparkle in the eyes of the statue seemed to fade away, leaving nothing but the dull stone behind.
 
Chapter 10

	Tarrin didn't sleep at all that night.
	The words of this mysterious goddess of the Sorcerers had struck a chord in him that went deeper than he ever thought.  She had been right; Tarrin had never been an overly pious person.  The concept of actually believing in the gods was quite new to him.  Oh, he believed they existed, and his family paid homage to several gods, but didn't actively worship any of them.  Now he suddenly had been exposed to the real power and presence of a god, and it had shifted his theological positioning quite profoundly.  Not quite believe in her, but have faith in her.
	And she talked just like a person.  A real, non-divine person.  She seemed to have quite a sense of humor.  He rather liked that.
	He'd spent that first night back sitting on his bed, watching Dar sleep, musing over his visitation, thinking of Janette, rubbing the spot where Allia had popped him, and thinking about Jesmind's activities.  They had placed a spell on her to guarantee her cooperation.  Tarrin could understand that.  But the way she looked at him when he'd sided with her against the Keeper made him more than a little nervous.  Tarrin's feelings over Jesmind were never quite set in stone no matter what.  One second he could miss her, and the next want to wring her neck.  She'd spent the entire two months he'd been missing hunting for him.  That surprised him.  He'd have thought that she would have given up after the first month.
	And it was so strange being back in the Tower.  Dar had been very happy to see him, and they had spent the time between dinner and lights out catching up.  Dar had taken the Test, and showed potential.  He was starting the Initiate next month.  Several novices they both knew had left the Tower for various reasons, and there was a rumor that there was going to be a Wikuni coming to the Tower and going through the Initiate.  Dar himself was ecstatic over passing the test and going on to the next phase of the Tower training, for going back and being a spice merchant was the last thing on earth he wanted to do.  The rules of the Test forbade him from even telling Tarrin so much as how long it took.  If an Initiate passed information about the Test to anyone, he was immediately expelled.  Dar was set to enter the Initiate at the beginning of the next week, which was only three days away.  He had already finished his Noviate studies, and was spending his last three days working in the library with the Lorefinders.
	As far as his first day back went, it was a continuation of what had gone on before.  The Novices avoided him, the Sorcerers gawked at him and pestered him, and the Tower's servants and guards gave him looks like he was going to sharpen his claws on the furniture.  The only real difference was that he really didn't care anymore.  His time with his little mother had brought to him a balance, and he realized that there was nothing that he could do about the shortfallings of those around him.  If they couldn't trust him, or didn't like him simply because of what he was, that wasn't his problem.  He'd found his acceptance, with Allia and Dar, and with his family.  There was no more he needed.
	His family.  He was a little nervous about seeing them, after what had happened, but he really didn't think that they would hold it against him.  By now, they obviously learned about his nature as a Were-cat, and that was the only explanation that he could give to them.  He felt that they could accept it.  But it didn't make the reality of what had happened any easier to bear.
	Dar yawned and rolled over.  "Good morning," Tarrin told him calmly.
	"You're up early," Dar said, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in bed.  "What time is it?"
	"Sometime around dawn," he replied.
	"Did you sleep at all?"
	"No," Tarrin relplied.  "I'm too wound up to sleep."
	"You're going to be hurting around noon," he said.
	"No," Tarrin said.  "I can sleep whenever I want for as long as I want, but I can also stay up as long as I want."
	"Oh.  I didn't know that," Dar said, putting his feet on the floor.
	"I didn't either until about a month ago," he told him, unfolding his legs out from under himself and standing up.  He stretched langorously, his paws brushing the ceiling, and he snapped his tail to and fro to get the tingles out of it.  "I'm going to have a busy day today," he grunted.  "They're giving me the Test, and my family is coming in to see me.  Two things to worry about."
	"The Test isn't all that bad," Dar assured him.  "I'm not so sure about your family.  Your mother makes me nervous."
	"She does most people," Tarrin said.
	"She really likes Allia.  And Allia really likes her.  They're two of a kind."
	Tarrin chuckled.  "Maybe now you understand why I got into such a deep friendship with Allia so quickly," he said.  "She's so much like my mother, I couldn't help but like her, almost immediately."
	Dar nodded.  "She's been teaching your mother Selani.  Oh, yes, your mother comes and visits her quite a bit.  I've heard them talk a few times.  Mostly, she's making Allia tell her about you."
	Tarrin blinked.  But then again, that was actually a good idea.   Nobody knew Tarrin better than Allia.  She'd been the only one he'd confide in over the months, and she knew how his mind worked.  By talking to Allia, his mother was reacquainting herself with her own son.  Tarrin rubbed his furred finger against his chin, thinking about it.  That was a good sign, that she was so intent on learning about Tarrin's changes.  That told him that she still cared, even after what had happened.  Of course, he felt in his heart that she would forgive him, but a little backing up with hard evidence didn't hurt a bit.
	He had changed quite a bit.  And it went much deeper than the fur on his arms and legs.
	"Your sister has learned it too," he added.  "She can talk Selani just like Allia."
	Now that was surprising.  Jenna had a talent for languages; she could speak the trade tongue that was the commonly recognized language among the twelve kingdoms of the West, but she also knew High Sulasian, the archaic language spoken by high court and by some villages in the western areas, and she knew Dalasian, learning it from Karn the smith.  That she learned to speak fluent Selani in a bit under two months was amazing.  It reminded him how smart his sister was, much smarter than him.
	"Allia is subverting my family," Tarrin said with a laugh.  "Next we'll all be wearing desert garb and running the dunes."
	Dar stood up and started dressing, and that reminded Tarrin to change out of his rumpled Novice clothes and put on some fresh ones.  He was supposed to wear his usual novice clothes, but they were expected to be clean and very well groomed.  The Test was as much ceremony and ritual as it was an assessment of his sorcery.  Tarrin would never really look very well groomed, since his claws tended to shred pant legs and shirt sleeves.  He found the best shirt and pants he had, showing very little wear from the passage of time and meeting up with the tips of his claws.  The pants were always worse.  The claws on his feet didn't retract completely the way his finger claws did, so they tended to snag on pant legs as he put them on, if he wasn't careful about it.
	He really wasn't sure what he felt about the Test, even after thinking about it much of the night.  He was a little nervous, but that seemed to be normal.  Fear of the unknown was a common trait in anybody.  He did feel alright with some parts of it, such as this vow he had to speak.  The Goddess in the statue had told him that he could speak the vow without meaning it, just to humor the Council of Seven.  Knowing that was coming was a tremendous relief.  It wouldn't bowl him over, and what was important, it wouldn't present the Council with a bewildered, nervous poppinjay there for them to take advantage of him.  He had a 