ld come back, perhaps it wouldn't but it didn't change things right now.  And the short term was starting to look like it was going to be absolutely critical to his very survival.
	The second was the Doomwalker.  He had been expecting another attack, but he hadn't considered that it would also go after his sister.  She was a strong Sorcerer, but he had absolutely no idea of why it would go after her.  Other than simply to punish him, to taunt him with that information should it start to lose the fight.  But that hadn't been an issue.  He was warrior enough to know when he had his kiester kicked.  Jegojah, it called itself, had cleaned up the floor with him.  Tarrin got in some licks, but the Doomwalker had never been put in a very bad position.  It had used Tarrin's momentary rage against him, and had displayed an outstanding fighting ability.  If that weren't bad enough, it could also use magic, and knew how to use it.  If he hadn't have been knocked into the Conduit, Tarrin would have lost.  He could admit it without feeling bad, because no matter how good one was, there was always someone better.
	It still didn't make much sense.  Jegojah had brought more than enough to the table to deal with him, and Tarrin had the feeling that it knew it.  So why attack Jenna?  Why risk destruction by attacking a little girl, who happened to be protected by two of the nastiest fighters in Aldreth, maybe even all of Sulasia, and no less than two Sorcerers?  It didn't make much sense.  But then again, nothing made sense to him because he didn't know what was going on.
	And that was the third problem.  The fight, and what had happened to him, may interfere with Keritanima's plan.  He hoped not, because it was getting to the point where absolutely had to find out what was going on.  Everyone around him was acting on information that was being kept from him.  He was certain that the string of seemingly illogical events were all connected by a common thread.  For him to know what to do, he had to find out as much as he could about what was going on around him.  Why he was so important, what made him so important, and what part his sister, Allia, and Keritanima played in it.
	The fight with the Doomwalker had disrupted everything, and he realized that there had been several of those.  They were trying to kill him, but they were succeeding in disrupting his plans with the attempts.  Jesmind, who could not have changed his life any more without killing him.  The attack by the Wyvern that separated him from Dolanna and the others.  The Wraith, who very nearly killed him, and caused them to raise the Ward that trapped him in the Tower.  And now the Doomwalker, who had caused him to somehow injure his ability to use Sorcery.  He wasn't sure if that was a good observation, but that was the way it seemed to be working out.
	He had no idea what to do now.  He was becoming afraid of trying to touch the Weave, and if he couldn't use his power, he had the strange feeling that he may become expendable to the Council.  He had no idea what they wanted him for in the first place.  He was starting to expect a washtable to attack him.  They'd thrown just about everything else at him, and mostly through sheer luck, he'd managed to survive.  They had to be running out of ideas.
	He missed Jesmind.  She had such a simple way of looking at things.  For her, everything was black or white, and she didn't lie, and she also took everything everyone told her for the truth.  Until she realized it was a lie, anyway, and then she got violent.  If only the world could be like that for him.  Everything good or bad, right or wrong, friend or foe.  Not enemies that turned out to be friends, and potential enemies pretending to be friends, and everything in between.  He felt quite overwhelmed at the scope of the machinations going on around him, and he suspected that there were many more beyond his ability to see.  He was a simple village boy, raised for a life in the regimented order of the army.  Not this.  Adjusting to being Were had been almost more than he could handle, and what was going on around him just seemed out of his reach.  He didn't feel in control, like he was a pawn on a lanceboard, waiting for the next player to pick him up and move him.
	He rolled over and started picking at the grass, experiencing the power of its scent, feeling it between his pads.  Such a small thing, yet it could live almost anywhere, and it was very tough.  If you cut it, it grew back.  If you killed it, more grass just took its place.  It softened the ground, kept it from washing away in the rain, and it made things beautiful.  And all it wanted in return was a little sunshine, a little water, and some fresh air.  He could definitely relate to the grass.  He wanted out of the Tower.  He wanted a little sunshine, a little water, and some fresh air himself.  Preferably in some dark, untouched forest, well away from the human lands, where he could live free and unfettered by how others saw him.
	But was he willing to let people cut him, try to kill him, to get it?
	Grass had it easy, he decided.  But then again, what choice did it have?
	Nothing for nothing, his mother always said.  If you put in nothing, you got nothing in return.  There would be a dark forest and simple living, but he would have to work for it.  And that meant enduring what was happening to him now, getting it overwith so he could find his little den somewhere nice.  Closing his eyes, he put his chin on the back of his paw, listening to the sound of the wind rustling the hedges, rose bushes, and the grass, feeling it in his fur, on his skin, smelling the scents of the Tower, of people, and of the city beyond that was carried upon it.  Grounded in his senses, Dolanna had said.  He had to agree.  What the Cat couldn't sense, couldn't see, it wasn't important to it.  There was no now but now, no place but here, no time but that in which it lived.  A serenity of selective amnesia, where the past was forgotten, the future didn't exist, and the whole world existed only in its own territory.
	Sometimes cats had it easy too.
	There would be no losing himself in the Cat again.  Not now.  Things were too important, and they were happening way too fast.
	He needed to find Allia.  Not for anything serious though, he just felt the sudden need for company.  He felt very small and very alone, surrounded by things so much larger than himself that he no longer had any meaning, and it was a humbling and frightening sensation.  Allia was his sister, in every sense of the word except blood, and she could always make him feel like he mattered, if only to her.

	Allia was laying on her side on her bed, a worried look on her face, a book laying before her.  He had no doubt that she was worried about him, and that made him feel just a little guilty.  Tarrin had disappeared after leaving his sickbed, and had told no one where he was going.  He was burdening everyone he cared about, and giving nothing but grief back in return.
	She looked up at him, and her greeting died on her lips when she saw his expression.  She simply moved her book and patted the bed in front of her.
	Tarrin flowed into his cat form and jumped up on the bed, then laid down against his sister.  She put her hand over him, stroking his fur, soothing his fear and worries.  And he clung to that sensation, using it to try to calm his fears, letting it melt away everything that was disturbing him.  The ever-threatening clouds finally carried out their threat of rain, and the sound of the drops striking the glass pane of the window melded with Allia's sweet voice, as she sang an old ballad in her native tongue, and the pleasant merging of the song of the Selani with the music of nature caused Tarrin to give way to his primal instincts.  He slipped into a more Cat-like mindset, allowing the instincts to join with his conscious mind, finding solace in the forgetfulness of his animal soul.
	He lost himself in the Cat, if only for a little while.  There would be plenty of time for worrying tomorrow.

	Keritanima's new cat was a long-haired gray, a large, nasty brute with quite an attitude.  But Tarrin had learned some time before that normal cats would treat him with respect, so its greeting was full of bluster, yet strangely honorable.  Tarrin had only talked to two normal cats before, preferring to generally let the others be and not tip his hand that he had that ability.  Though nobody could hear it, cats did tend to act out of their instincts when engaged in rational conversation with a Were-cat, as if the magical creature could exert influence on their normal cousins and make them more capable of conversation.  That would make it somewhat obvious that he was doing something to the animal.
	The cat's scratching at his door had awakened him, quite a feat considering that he was still in Allia's room.  She was asleep, and Tarrin had been curled up by her pillow.  But he jumped down and padded back into his room, then scented the cat on the other side of the door.  He changed form and opened the door, curious as to why a cat would be trying to get his attention, and the big gray strutted into his room casually.  He was a very big cat, young and strong, wearing an elaborate leather collar studded with jewels.  "The she who feeds me put me down here," the cat told him in its unspoken manner.  "Your scent made me curious."
	It did have Keritanima's scent on it.  Tarrin squatted down and crooked his finger at the cat, and it approached and sat down in front of him.  "How did you know to scratch at the door?" he asked as his large fingers started to probe the collar.  "Did the she put something in your collar?"
	"I scratch at her door," the cat replied calmly.  "Humans, and the she, are so easy to tell what to do."
	There was a note in the collar, cleverly inserted into a flap between the outer layer of leather that supported the gems and an inner layer that protected the cat's neck from the studs and settings holding the gems in place.  "From time to time, the she is going to put something in your collar, and tell you to find me.  I would be very honored if you would do as she asks.  What she is doing is very important, and I need you to bring me what she gives you quickly."
	"For a brother, I will do this thing," the cat replied.
	"It would make me very happy."
	"How do I know the she wants me to find you?"
	"She will put little things in your collar and then speak my name to you.  It sounds like this in the voice of the humans."  He spoke his name, then repeated it three more times, so the cat could fully memorize the sound of it.
	"I can do that," the cat told him.  "When she puts things in my collar or speaks the sound of that to me, I will come to  you."
	"I will appreciate it.  I will let you back out, so you can find your she."
	"She is a strange creature.  She smells of predator, but acts like humans."
	"She is cousin to the predator you smell, but is not predator herself," he told the cat.  "Cats are not food to her."
	"This is good to know."
	Tarrin stood up and opened the door.  "I thank you for bringing me this.  Go find your she, and expect rewards."
	"I will," it said, then it sauntered out the door.
	When he closed the door, he worked to unfold the very tiny note.  Keritanima had folded it down to the point where even his clawtips had trouble finding the seams and parting them.  Tarrin had to endure the pain of human hands in order to get the note unfolded.  His paws were sometimes too large to perform tasks on very small objects.
	The note was very short and to the point.  Tarrin, I think you and Allia need to bathe.
	That was easy enough.  The baths were deserted before dawn, and that was when Tarrin and Allia preferred to use them.  Both of them had trouble in attracting attention when in the baths.  Tarrin, for obvious reasons, but Allia found bathing uncomfortable when surrounded by Novices, because the hot stares of the adolescent boys made her feel aggressive.  Allia wasn't ashamed of her body in the slightest, but she took offense to men and boys who were total strangers staring at her in that manner.  Even Tarrin had to admit that it was hard not to look, and he had absolutely no romantic feelings for his sister whatsoever.  Allia wasn't human, but that only enhanced the fact that she had a body any human woman would kill to have for herself.  If she were human, she wouldn't be half as lovely or perfectly formed.
	Allia was very easy to wake up.  All he had to do was walk into her room.  Her Selani senses were sharp; where Tarrin's nose and ears were inhumanly sensitive, for Allia it was her ears and eyes.  She could hear a fly walking on the wall, and read an open book from halfway across the Knights' training field.  Her luminous eyes opened when he came into the room, and she sat up.  "Keritanima wants to talk to us," he told her.  "Down in the bathing room."
	"Then let's see what she wants," Allia said immediately, sliding out of bed.
	Keritanima's lizard Wikuni guards were standing at the top of the stairs that led to the baths, and it was obvious that they were keeping everyone else out.  But when Tarrin and Allia appeared, the two nine-span tall monsters simply stepped aside, motioning with their huge clawed hands.  The expansive chamber below was empty, except for Keritanima.  She was unclothed, a towel on her lap, and she was brushing out her fur with a silver horsehair brush.  Keritanima was fully furred, and with her dress off, her fox-fur markings were quite distinctive.  The white swath that started under her chin widened to dominate her front, giving way to the rusty red that colored her arms, legs, and back.  Her feet and hands were brown, as were the tips of her ears and tail.  Though he had seen that before, it gave her an entirely different sense with the humanizing dress removed.  She looked much more an animal when not wearing her dress.  He knew she was lithe, but she cut quite a figure out of her clothes, sleek and slender.
	"It's about time," she said in a calm, if slightly testy, voice.  She spoke Selani, and that incited her companions to reciprocate.
	"Your cat must have waited a while before trying to get my attention," Tarrin replied.
	"So it did figure out to come find you," she said.  "Good.  I just got it today, and I wasn't sure what it would do.  I was about to send Binter to get you."
	"Binter?"
	"One of my guards," she replied.
	"What did you want to see us for, shaida?" Allia asked bluntly.
	"Have a seat.  Or, for appearance's sake, have a bath," she said.  "I just got my fur dry.  In this humid air, it takes forever."
	"You seem very comfortable sharing your bath with a male," Tarrin observed.
	"We're different races, Tarrin," she said primly.  "Besides, what I have, you can't see.  This fur coat is very good for that."
	"Point taken," he said, shrugging out of his shirt.  Allia and him quickly undressed, and they slid into the bathing pool just at Keritanima's feet.  Keeping up appearances, just in case someone did manage to spy on them.  "I assume that you wanted more than just our company, or am I here to marvel at the perfection of the Royal form?"
	She laughed.  "Much as I enjoy letting my guard down around you two, no, I'm afraid this is business," she told him.  "After what happened to you, the Tower is absolutely abuzz with rumor and hearsay.  I've already picked up quite a few little tidbits.  Miranda didn't know where to begin trying to repeat it."
	"Miranda?" Allia asked.
	"The maid," Tarrin answered.  "Didn't I tell you her name?"
	"No, deshida," she replied.
	"Sorry."
	"Well, I sat down and picked through most of it, and I've come to a few conclusions," Keritanima continued.  "What happened with you and that, creature, had a larger effect than just putting pretty lights in the sky.  I don't know why, but it's made several Sorcerers very nervous.  I found out that the Keeper's in a rage because it got onto the grounds."
	"I can penetrate the Ward, so I figure that it figured out a way to do it to," Tarrin shrugged.
	"You managed it?"
	"With all that happened, I guess we haven't had a good talk," Tarrin said ruefully.  "Yes, I figured out how to penetrate the Ward.  It's very easy, truth be told.  That Ward isn't half as powerful as the katzh-dashi seem to think it is."
	"Good, we'll talk about that in a bit," she said.  "That light show you created seems to have set something in motion.  I heard a couple of Sorcerers talking about it myself.  They tend to speak around the Brat Princess, because everyone believes that she's a complete ditz."
	"She is a ditz, Kerri."
	Keritanima gave him a wolfish grin.  "That's the idea," she said.
	"I don't see how you keep yourself separate from that," Allia told her.  "It seems unnatural."
	"It's acting, shaida," Keritanima told her with a smile.  "The Brat Princess is just an image, a front.  She has her own personality, but fortunately it's not sufficiently complex that it makes it hard to keep her in character.  She's not me, just a face that I show to the world.  That's why I always refer to her as she rather than I.  It's just a role I play, nothing more."
	"Then I bow to your acting skill," Allia smiled.
	"I'll take that as a complement," Keritanima said graciously.  "Anyway, whatever this event was that got started by the lighting up of the Ward, I have no idea yet.  They seemed almost afraid to talk about it.  Miranda brought in a little extra.  She tells me that alot of Sorcerers expect the King himself to try to do something, and more than one are expecting wars to start all over the continent."
	"Wars?" Tarrin asked in surprise.  "What on earth for?"
	"That's something that we're going to have to find out," Keritanima said.  "We Wikuni trade with the humans, but we don't interact a great deal with them.  This probably has something to do with human history, or some obscure prophecy or foretelling that we've never bothered to look into."  She looked down at them, her eyes blank as she thought, clawed finger tapping the side of her muzzle.  "I have the strong suspicion that it involves us, somehow," she said finally.  "Perhaps this task that they're obviously trying to prepare us for is somehow involved with the potential political upheaval."
	"I don't see how," Allia said.  "We hardly have the ability to stop armies."
	"No, but you always have to remember that an army marches at the command of one man," Keritanima said thoughtfully.  "It's not the army we're trying to stop, but perhaps the king commanding it.  If that's it at all."
	"What do you mean?" Tarrin asked.
	"It's not the potential war that concerns me, it's the reason for starting it," she answered.  "Things have been calm in the Western Kingdoms for centuries.  The last major war was the Draconian civil war.  The kingdoms in the West are all on good terms with one another.  Why disrupt profitable trade agreements?  It would have to be something of great value, more than enough to make a war profitable.  Remember, war is very expensive, and not just in the cost of lives.  No kingdom goes to war unless they have a good reason, and there's a potential for profit."
	"So, you think all the wars would have the same objective?" Allia asked.
	"Probably," she replied.  "If every kingdom in the west is suddenly going to attack their neighbors, then there has to be a unifying goal behind it."  She blinked, then pulled her hair back away from her face.  "But that's a worry for another day," she said.  "We have more pressing problems right now.  Miranda heard that they're going to step up our training.  I'm sure that fits in with everything else going on around here, and it proves that we do indeed have something to do for the Tower.  I think that the fireworks two days ago was a wake-up call for them.  We should expect things to move fast."
	Tarrin looked down at the water, then leaned up against the side of the bathing pool and stared at Keritanima's feet.  "I, think we're going to have a problem," he said softly.
	"What?  What's the matter?" Keritanima asked.
	"The fight with that Doomwalker, I never told you how I beat it."
	"I heard that you burned it to ashes," Keritanima replied.  "They found you half char-broiled.  The Sorcerers think you lost control of yourself, because one said you were nearly Consumed."
	"That did happen," he said, "but it happened because the Doomwalker bulled me into the Conduit that runs through the core of the Tower."
	Keritanima stared at him.  Allia came up and put her hand on his back.
	"The reason the Conduit lit up was because I made it happen," he told her.  "I had to, or they would have found two piles of ash.  It was the only thing I could do to avoid getting incinerated.  But the Conduit, damaged me.  I can't use Sorcery now, not without it getting away from me.  I can't control it."
	"Are you sure?" Keritanima asked.
	He nodded.  "I almost killed myself more than once trying to figure out a way around it, but I can't," he replied.  "If I touch the Weave, it's like the Weave tries to grab me, and it's like it tries to fill me with all its magic all at once.  I can't stop that flood, and it happens too quickly for me to even try to let go."
	"How long were you active?  Half a day?"  He nodded.  "Maybe you just need more practice, and it will come to you," she offered.
	"No, this is, different," he said after a moment.  "I can feel it.  Whatever is happening, it's not coming from me.  It's coming from outside, and there's nothing I can do about it."
	"We'll have to wait and see.  They've already started teaching me how to weave spells," she said.  "I've managed to get single-flow weaves down without having them blow up in my face.  They're going to start teaching me multiple-weave flows in a couple of more days, after my instructor feels I refine my control a bit."
	"Is it easy, shaida?"
	"As easy as trying to tie a triple-hoist knot with your tongue," she said sourly.  "I've learned that doing Sorcery takes practice.  I've been practicing on my own after class."
	"I thought that was forbidden," Allia noted.
	"It is, but I've never been one to follow rules that don't suit me," she said with a faint grin.  "How have you been doing?"
	"It is still, difficult," she sighed.  "I can feel it out there, but I can't quite manage to find it."
	"Open your eyes," Tarrin told her.
	"What?"
	"Open your eyes," he repeated.  "Try to look for it.  That's what did it for me.  Given your eyesight, it may help you focus yourself better."
	"I'll have to try that," she said after a second.  "I've been keeping my eyes closed."
	"I'd like to have all three of us able to touch the Weave before we start with the plan," Keritanima said.  "Because if we can arrange some private tutoring from Dolanna, I want her to be able to teach us as fast as humanly possible.  That means that she won't have to go over the basics."
	"When did you want to start?"
	"In a couple of ten-days," she replied.  "There's enough buzz going around to where we don't have to incite it, so let's capitalize on that while we can.  Oh, Tarrin, I think you know my new next-door neighbor."
	"How do you mean?"
	"They moved a new Initiate into the room by mine."
	"I thought your maid had that room."
	"The other side," she elaborated.  "He's a young Arkisian named Dar."
	"Dar!" Tarrin said, memories of his Novice friend flooding through him.  Then he laughed.  "He made good time."
	"How do you know him?"
	"We were roommates in the Novitiate," he told her.  "He's a very nice young man.  I like him a great deal."
	"He's tolerant, I'll give him that," she said with a wolfish smile.  "I unleashed the Brat Princess on him, and he was exquisitely courteous."
	"He's the child of a merchant family," Tarrin told her.  "They taught him a great deal."
	"Yes, they did," she agreed.  "Anyway, we need to get in touch with Tiella," she said.  "Since Novices and Initiates aren't really allowed to mingle, we'll have to do it in here, when she's bathing.  Do you think you can arrange to be in here tomorrow?  I'll find out when her floor bathes for you."
	"I can manage it," he replied.  "Dolanna's a bit lenient as far as punctuality goes."
	"This will also have to be how we exchange information with her," she added.  "It's the only place where a Novice and an Initiate talking won't arouse suspicion.  Mainly because there's no uniform to distinguish them when they're both naked."
	"I'm a rather striking person, Kerri."
	"Yes, but Dar isn't," she said bluntly.  "If we're going to do this, we need at least one person that doesn't stick out like a cannonball on a banquet table.  That means that we have to find someone we can trust.  Do you trust Dar?"
	Tarrin answered immediately.  "Of course," he replied.  "He's a very good friend, and he's already keeping quite a few secrets for me already."
	"Then you should have a talk with him," she said.  "Explain things to him, but leave me and Allia out of it.  Just tell him you want to relay information between Tiella and you, and that the information may be sensitive.  Make sure he understands it could get him in trouble.  There's no need to send him off without understanding the danger."
	"He'll do it for me," Tarrin said confidently.
	"Good.  After we leave here, I'm going to have to be careful.  Jervis is here, and he's already setting up his spy network.  Our meetings like this are going to have to be only for important matters.  I've already set up mine, so we're going to be sneaking around each other for a while."
	"How do you manage spies without letting them know who you are?" Tarrin asked.
	"Miranda," she replied with a wink.  "From the way everything looks to someone outside the loop, it's Miranda that protects me, not me protecting her.  There have been any number of attempts on her life, so that tells me that our ruse is very effective.  Miranda is a very clever young lady who does a remarkable job being my puppet."
	"You dishonor her to use her so, shaida," Allia said disapprovingly.
	"I don't use her, sister," Keritanima replied.  "We have what you may call a friendship within a business relationship.  I pay her quite handsomely for her service, and she and I are very good friends.  She helps me keep my identity secret, and I repay her by making sure that she'll never want for anything when I pension her.  She's very good.  I almost don't have to instruct her anymore.  She'll make a killing as a spy or head of intelligence when I release her.  If she doesn't simply retire, anyway."
	"Well, that's different then," Allia said.  "You do honor her in her task, and you respect her for the danger she faces in your stead."
	"That I do," she agreed sincerely.  "Anyway, since you can penetrate the Ward, I want you to leave your calendar open ten days from tomorrow night," she continued.  "Both of you.  We're going on a field trip."
	"The Cathedral?" Tarrin asked.
	She nodded.  "No doubt the priests have a cache of very useful information over there, and I find myself curious to see what they've managed to find out."
	"Why so long to wait?" Allia asked.
	"Because it'll take me that long to arrange a way for me to disappear for that long without being noticed," she replied.  "Jervis is good, so I can't just walk away any time I feel like it anymore.  I'll have to carefully set up my free time."
	"You give this Jervis much honor," Allia said.
	"He's the best," Keritanima said bluntly.  "If I can beat him, then it'll prove to him, and my father, just who the best really is," she said with sudden fierceness.  Then she blinked and looked down at them.  "Well, I think you two will want to expand your minds.  That means you need to start visiting the library."
	"What are we looking for?" Tarrin asked.
	"Anything that may hint at some specific weaves that the Ancients used to use," she told him.  "Anything that may give us an edge."
	"I don't read the human words very well, shaida," Allia admitted.  "It's an ugly writing.  It looks like two rock lizards fighting in a sandcrawler's web."
	"I'll appreciate what you can do, Allia," Keritanima replied.  "I can't ask for more than what you can give."
	"We'll time our revolt with the excursion," the Wikuni mused.  "We can start revolting after we're back from the Cathedral.  That will give us some extra time to look over what we find."
	"That's a good idea," Tarrin agreed.
	"It also means that I'll have to flaunt my friendship with you over the next few days.  Jervis hasn't been here long, and you've been mainly out of sight, Tarrin.  Best to club him over the head with it now, before he starts looking for information.  That way, he won't give us speaking too much attention.  We could probably slip in all sorts of things that way."  She looked at Allia.  "You too," she smiled.  "You'll just have to come up with a reason to like the Brat, Allia."  She thought about it so quickly that Allia didn't have a chance to reply before she spoke again.  "Actually, let me handle that.  You're exotic, and the Brat is attracted to exotic things.  She'd tone her attitude down if it meant being friends with someone unusual and exotic.  The only thing even close to academics that the Brat pursues is geography, so she'll use that to break the ice with you.  The Brat Princess is strangely fixated by it.  It gives her a bit of depth."
	"I would say so," Tarrin said.  "It also hints to others that she's not a total airhead."
	"Yes, but it was a defense I designed a while ago, just in case someone started thinking I was more than I showed to others," she replied.  "It also gave me a very good excuse to be in the library."
	"Alright, so tomorrow, I talk to Tiella, talk to Dar," Tarrin said.
	Keritanima nodded.  "I'll be busy getting into Allia's good graces, and resuming our friendship."
	"Then I guess we have a plan."
	"For now.  Did you talk to my cat?"
	He nodded.  "He'll come find me if you tell him to."
	"Good."  She brought her bushy tail around her body and began combing it out.  "Now then, there's just one more thing."
	"What?"
	"I need my back brushed," she said with a toothy grin.  "Be a dear and smooth my fur."
 
Chapter 14

	There were a great many things to do, and it was starting to feel to Tarrin that they were running out of time.
	He was sitting in the small training chamber, nervous and uncertain, waiting for Dolanna to arrive.  He had no idea how it was going to go.  Perhaps a day of staying away from the Weave had corrected the problem he 