what she could manage to steal from the treasury without raising suspicion.  But sometimes she needed a bit of extra cash, and Lizelle's deep pockets were there to provide her with a loan.  Because she didn't often touch the money of her trading business, she had amassed a staggering amount in the six years she had been dabbling in commerce.  She forgot about it from time to time, because her agent, a badger Wikuni by the name of Rallix, was an exceptionally gifted merchant and organizer.  It was his brilliance that made Lizelle's business so successful.  All she had to do was wander in from time to time in a disguise and look over the books, to make sure Rallix didn't think Lizelle dropped off the face of Sennadar.
	Rallix had been something of a godsend.  She started Lizelle and her business with small ideals, to create a cash fund for emergencies, but not a huge amount.  She was too busy to be a merchant, so she didn't really expect the business to be more than a small-time affair.  She had hired Rallix to act as her agent, and the badger had taken the initial investment and quadrupled it in the first six months.  He was a brilliant merchant, with a nose for what was valuable in what part of the world, and a penchant for getting the better of anyone in a trade.  He turned her small trading company into a huge enterprise, with six clippers and two rakers, warehouses and property, and employing nearly five hundred Wikuni and humans on three continents.
	Rallix and the Twenty Seas Trading Company were going to be very important to her now.
	Even without her dresses and jewels, Keritanima felt that she could impress the nobility of Wikuna.  They didn't see the dresses and the jewels anymore anyway.  The looks on their faces in the throne room told her that now they saw Keritanima, not the Brat, and it was her that had captured their attention.  Not what she was wearing, but what she was saying.  Not how she looked, but how she carried herself.  Overcoming the hostility of the assorted nobles of Wikuna was a critical requirement for her plan, and it seemed that the first step on that venture had been a successful one.
	Eyes closed, Keritanima shuffled along the carpet in her room.  Her attention was focused inward, on her Sorcery, as her probes of mind-seeking energy fingered out from her and saturated the area around her apartments.  It didn't take her long to locate and catalog every contact that returned a response to her mental seeking, and then separate the spies from the servants and nobles.  She only needed one.  Finding the most suitable candidate was what was taking her so long, looking for a strong mind that was drifting a bit, distracted and more prone to her intended plan.  Someone with information, yet not so high up in the hierarchy that he would be well trained.
	She finally chose her victim, then wove together her spell.  She had never tried this before, but she had a good idea of how it was supposed to work.  She wove it loosely, a respectably complicated knot of flows of Mind, Earth, Water, and Divine power, then she snapped it taut and released it against her victim.  It struck like a viper, inundating him with enough power to send him into a trance-like state.  His mind opened up to her like a book, and she found that she could walk through the passages of his mind and look through his memories, hear his thoughts.  There was a bit of fuzziness and difficulty digging deeper than surface thoughts and short-term memories, things she knew were off because of her weave, things she could correct with practice.  Lula had shown her something similar to this, a simple Mind weave that would allow a Sorcerer to hear the surface thoughts of a target.  Katzh-dashi didn't often use such Mind weaves, because they fostered intense distrust in others if they realized that their very thoughts were being overheard, and the public image of the order was an extremely important issue with them.  Keritanima had modified the weave, nearly by the seat of her dress, improvising literally as she wove together the spell.  Mind weaves were dangerous, because a botched weave could destroy the mind of the target, and it could also backfire on the Sorcerer that was using it.  A Mind weave like the one she was using exposed her mind to the weave as well, and a badly woven spell could damage both of them.
	It was times like that that she was incredibly thankful she was Wikuni.  If she had been human, the Tower could have simply used Mind weaves to persuade her to do anything they wanted.
	Concentrating on maintaining the weave, she picked out where she had made her mistakes in weaving it together, even as she reviewed the memories of her target of the last hour or so.  He'd been at his post the entire hour, trying in vain to listen through the stone of the floor--her ceiling--with a horn-like listening aid.  There was a stray thought about the cowardly priests, afraid to use spells to try to eavesdrop for fear that she would sense their magic and follow it back to them.  She could do something like that, she realized, after thinking about it a minute.  She couldn't see them, but she could simply trace them back through the Weave.  Sorcery required a Sorcerer to know exactly where the target of his spell was located.  Mostly that required visual sighting, because a Sorcerer had to be able to see both his weave and his target in order to make it correctly, but some, like Dolanna, Keritanima, and Tarrin, had learned that knowing the exact distance and direction of the victim was also enough to target the victim with magic, and they could weave spells without having to literally see it with their eyes.  Tarrin and Keritanima had learned that little trick from Dolanna.  Dolanna could weave together complicated weaves blindly.  For her, it was an amazing talent, something that no other Sorcerer Keritanima had ever seen, even herself, could do as effectively as she could.  It has astounded her to see Dolanna weave spells blind, or with her eyes closed, something that Lula had said was absolutely impossible.  That, of course, made her demand that Dolanna teach her that trick.  Keritanima could manage moderately complicated weaves blind, but if it got complex, she had to be able to see it to do it right.  It was about all she could do to weave together the spell she had just created blind.  Weaving blind was exceptionally difficult, and it drastically increased the chances of an error in the weave, cause the spell to fizzle, or knot up and generate a wildstrike.
	Keritanima had suffered one wildstrike during her training.  She intended never to have to go through that again.  If not for Lula, it would have taken weeks for her fur to grow back.
	The spy knew nothing of importance, but the test had been the reason for it, not what she could learn.  She had proved to herself that she could weave blindly a spell that complicated, using nothing more than her Mind-weave sounding to determine her victim's exact location.  She had also puzzled out the modifications she'd need to make to allow her to access more than a victim's surface thoughts, though just getting surface thoughts would make the weave much easier to create.
	His usefulness to her at an end, she attempted another Mind weave, a much simpler one that caused him to immediately fall into a deep sleep.  She'd killed four sets of spies so far, blind-weaving the spell of Suggestion against them, but this set she wanted to keep for a while.  To be her experimental subjects if anything else.
	She was positive that that was the one reason why they hadn't accused her of the killings.  Her father's sages probably knew all about Sorcery, so they knew that a Sorcerer could only affect targets that he or she could see.  Keritanima had learned how to transcend that restriction, but they probably wouldn't think of that for a while, thinking it was more likely that she simply had an agent or spy go around and wipe out the opposition.  That had probably been one reason why her father had chosen the throne room as his meeting place.  The distance between him and her would make weaving a spell against him less likely to work if she had so much distance between them.  If she was irrational, he probably felt that she would make her attempt the instant he was in sight, so he arranged it so there was alot of real estate between them to make that more difficult.
	Her father wasn't stupid.  In that respect, and only that respect, she could give him a little credit.
	"Kerri?" Azakar asked again, giving her an odd look when she clapped her hands in excitement that her experiment had worked.
	"Nothing, Zak, just proving something to myself," she grinned roguishly.  "I have to amuse myself somehow until Miranda and Binter get back."  They were in the city.  Miranda was making contact with Ulfan, and Binter was along to protect her.  Keritanima felt that Binter would be better for that task, since Ulfan didn't know Azakar, and Binter was more familiar with the city.  Keritanima felt more than safe enough with Azakar.  Binter and Sisska had trained him in all the things the Knights didn't, and he was a handful for ten men if it came to a fight.  That Binter would leave her in his care said everything about the Vendari's opinion of Azakar's competence.
	"We could play stones, or chess."
	"True, but you're too easy to beat," she winked.
	Azakar gave her a flat look.  "That sounds like a challenge," he said pugnaciously.
	"Go get the board then," she replied.
	Keritanima brushed out the fur in her tail as they played chess.  Azakar had been suffering under the martial skill of his Vendari tutors in chess as well as in training, and he proved that he learned quickly.  He was a dangerous opponent in a chess game.  Nothing Keritanima couldn't handle, but he made her pay attention to the game, or he would beat her.
	"You know, you didn't seem very disappointed when they took away all your money," he mentioned as he made a move.
	Keritanima paused to touch the Weave and weave together a Ward that stopped all sound from passing out of it.  It didn't, however, stop sound from entering it, allowing them to hear outside while preventing their words from being heard.  "They didn't even scratch my worth, Zak," she grinned.
	"I sorta figured that," he noted.  "I'm sure they did too."
	"I wanted them to," she said.  "I want them to know that I have the money to stir up trouble."
	"That seems like a bad idea, since you are going to cause trouble.  They'll be expecting it.  You're giving yourself away."
	"Zak, trust me.  I want them to look for it, because that will let me do what I need to do under their noses, without them seeing a thing."
	"Oh.  So, they'll be looking for sheep, while you dress in wolf's clothing and walk right past them."
	"More or less," she agreed with a toothy grin.
	"I'm glad it makes sense to you," he grunted.
	"Of course it does," she replied.  "I won't go into details, but let's just say that my father will be very unsettled knowing that I can still stir up the hornet's nest."
	"Ahh," he mused.  "Keeping him off balance."
	"Exactly," she affirmed with a smile and a nod.  "Right now, he's probably issuing a series of decrees to repeal certain laws," she said.  "Laws that restrict his own power with respect to me."
	"That's bad."
	"No, that's good," she winked.  "That's what I want him to do."
	"Why?  You want to be flogged?"
	"I'd be flogged no matter what," she said calmly.  "The important thing is to get those laws repealed."
	"Why?"
	She winked at him.  "Because they're getting in my way a great deal more than they're getting in his," she replied.  "Knowing my father, he's repealing the entire decrees those laws are taken from.  He'll be charging into it, because he's still angry over what I did to him.  There are other laws in those decrees, laws that restrict my power a great deal more than they restrict my father's.  Those other laws within those decrees are what I need removed."
	"That's why you mentioned specific laws?"
	She grinned.  "The laws I need removed aren't in the decrees I mentioned, but my father will have the law reseached, so he'll find them and include them in his repeal.  My father is anything but thorough."
	"You mean that entire scene was just a set-up?"
	She grinned even more.
	"Kerri, that's evil!" he laughed.
	"You're dealing with a professional, Zak," she said lightly.  "I don't play around."
	"I'll say."
	"It's a calculated risk," she admitted.  "If my father's smart, he'll only repeal parts of it.  But I got him worked up, and when my father is angry, he sometimes gets rash.  I'm counting on that."
	"How do you pull off these things?" he asked.
	"Planning, my friend, planning," she smiled.  "Playing politics requires three things.  That you understand your opponents, that you have clear and precise objectives, and that you have a good plan to reach them.  I understand my father, as well as the general behavior of most of the noble houses.  I can use that to my advantage in my plan, a plan with specific objectives.  The better your plan, the better chance you'll succeed."
	"You make it sound like a war."
	"It is a war, Zak," she said seriously.  "We don't fight it with armies and siege engines, we fight it with words and assassins.  The only thing that makes our war different than yours is that there are no defined battle lines or territory."
	The door opened, and Miranda and Binter entered.  Binter had a deep gash on his lower bicep, and Miranda's dress was torn.  Blood stained the head of the Vendari's warhammer.
	"I see they didn't waste any time," Keritanima grunted, standing up with Azakar to tend their companions.  "Are you two alright?"
	"Nothing Binter couldn't handle, Keritanima," Miranda said easily as Keritanima put her hands on her maid and touched the Weave.  Miranda was unharmed aside from some minor bruises, which the Princess healed easily.  Binter's gash was a bit more of a challenge.  The Vendari didn't move at all while Keritanima used Sorcery to mend the wound, sealing the slash mark and even urging his scales to regrow over it.  "How many, Binter?"
	"Ten," he replied as Azakar took his hammer and set it in the corner.  "They attacked us not five blocks from the Palace, in an alleyway."
	"Who's were they, Miranda?"
	"I'm not sure," she replied.  "They could be from your father, but he would have sent more.  It may have been Jenawalani, or some noble that still holds a grudge against you."
	"That's half of Wikuna, Miranda."
	"Then we don't have to look far to find a suspect," she replied calmly.
	"Aside from that entertainment, how did it go?"
	"Ulfan is still more or less in control of the underworld," Miranda announced.  "He assured me that he'd have as many men as we can afford to pay, whenever we needed them."
	"That's good.  Kalina?"
	"He's tracking her down.  She got caught pickpocketing and just got out of prison, so that means that she's prostituting.  She can't afford another conviction.  She could be in any number of brothels."
	"This Kalina is a prostitute?" Azakar asked.
	"I told you that before, Zak.  You should've known that I'd have some rather shady friends," she added with a wink.  "Kalina is a thief and a whore, and she doesn't make any excuses about it.  Here in Wikuna, being a harlot isn't necessarily a bad thing.  She'll never be high society, but it's a decent way to make a good living if you're a single girl with no family or friends.  Did you tell Ulfan how to get Kalina here?" she asked Miranda.
	The mink Wikuni nodded.  "She should be here tonight."
	"So, you're going to switch with this Kalina and go do things," Azakar surmised.
	Keritanima smiled.  "More than do things, Zak," she replied lightly.  "I have quite a bit to arrange in the next few days, and I can't do that here."
	"So what's our next step?" Miranda asked.
	"Our next step is to wait for Kalina," Keritanima announced.  "I can't go any further until I can either get Kalina or be able to leave the room.  And my father won't let that happen.  As long as I'm in here, where he can see every person who comes and goes, I can't organize trouble for him."
	"So he thinks," Azakar chuckled.  "Wait.  If Kalina is a secret, how is she going to get in unseen?"
	"Magic, my dear Zak," Keritanima smiled.  "I already told Ulfan what to tell her.  That's why we'll be in my room from now til she arrives, looking out the window and waiting for her signal."
	"You're going to magic her up here?"
	"No, I'm going to place an Illusion over her that will make her look like a palace servant," she explained.  "Kalina will have instructions to simply walk in, that the guards and other servants won't challenge her.  She knows where my apartment is, so that's not a problem.  She's been here before.  When she gets close, I'll put the guards outside and anyone watching to sleep, and she'll simply walk in."
	"Are you sure you can create the Illusion from that distance, Kerri?" Miranda asked dubiously.  "It's five stories to the ground, and she'll have to stand off a ways so you can see her."
	"I'm pretty sure I can do it, Miranda," Keritanima replied.  "I've worked weaves from even greater distances."
	They moved to Keritanima's bedchamber and quietly waited.  At all times, one person was standing at the window, waiting for Kalina to arrive.  She would be wearing a red cloak, and would be carrying a basket of flowers.  That was how they would spot her, but she was instructed to stand near a fountain in the courtyard in front of the Palace and stare up at the window until Keritanima responded.  Kalina wouldn't know what kind of a response it would be, but Ulfan's instructions would make it plain she'd know when she was signalled to continue.
	Kalina arrived about four hours after Miranda and Binter had returned.  Azakar called Keritanima over as soon as Kalina entered the front gate and began to cross the considerable distance from the outer gate to the Palace itself.  Her red cloak made her stand out, but Azakar said that it was her tail that made him identify her.  Kalina was a fox Wikuni, just like Keritanima, and a fox's tail was very distinctive.  Kalina went over to the fountain and looked up at the Palace, obstensibly staring at its powerful majesty, and Keritanima touched the Weave and began.  Illusions were weaves of Air, Fire, Water, a touch of Mind, and Divine power.  They were rather complicated weaves, and Keritanima lacked Dar's seemingly innate aptitude for the art of Illusion, but she was an accomplished enough Sorceress to be able to create flawless images.  The distance made what would have been a simple weave an extraordinary challenge.  Keritanima had to furiously concentrate and expend a tremendous amount of her power to keep exacting control of the weave as she wove it together from the flows, then snapped it down and released it.  She could see the indistinct wavering around Kalina, meaning that the Illusion had taken hold.  Keritanima doublechecked the weaving, and found it to be solid.  It would hold itself with only a barest of maintenance on her part, would probably remain a viable weave for several moments after Keritanima stopped maintaining it.  Illusions usually did not dissipate for minutes, sometimes even hours, after a Sorcerer stopped concentrating on it.  It was one of only two types of weaves that were like that, but the great distance Keritanima was from Kalina wouldn't give the weave the refined care of creation it would need to be able to hold itself together after Keritanima stopped supplying it with power.  A well woven Illusion created by an accomplished Sorcerer could linger for hours after it was let go.  Maybe even days.  But to do that, Keritanima would have to be right on top of Kalina, and take her time to carefully and methodically build the weave flow by flow to give it that kind of lasting duration.
	That done, she wove together a simple weave of Air and Divine power, a spell that would allow Kalina to hear her voice as if she was standing beside her.  "Kalina, don't look around," Keritanima said firmly.  She nearly did, but caught herself quickly.  "I know they told you I learned magic while I was gone, and this is magic.  You can hear what I'm saying, but I can't hear you, so don't try to talk or ask me any questions.  You can't see it, but I placed an Illusion over you that makes you look like any other palace servant.  Come up to my room, but stop at the landing of the stairs and wait there until I talk to you again."
	Kalina stood there for a moment.
	"Well?  Move, girl!  I don't have all day, and that Illusion isn't going to last forever!"
	With a sudden lurch, Kalina started towards the elbaorate front doors of the Palace.
	With her weave of probing tendrils of Mind, Keritanima reached out, locating all the spies and guards around her room.  By their positions, she knew which ones could see the door, so she prepared a special weave of Mind and Divine power that would cause their minds to be disjointed from their bodies for a short span of time.  It was a harmless spell that would make them not remember anything that happened while they were in their trance-like state.  She counted off the seconds silently to herself, waiting anxiously until Kalina's familiar mind entered the range of her probing spell.  She got a lock on her larcenous friend and struck anyone that could see her with her weave, causing them all to go vacant-eyed and rigid.  Her fur began to dampen as Keritanima sweated from the effort of maintaining the Illusion and the probe and seven different weaves of sleep.  It was a serious chore to weave the simple spell to talk to Kalina again when she reached the landing of the stairs.  "Come to my room.  Ignore the guards, they won't be able to see or hear you.  Just walk in and close the door behind you."  She looked at Miranda.  "Go to the sitting room and wait for her, Miranda," she ordered.  "She'll get nervous if the room is empty when she comes in.  Zak, go stand in your chamber and watch.  When they close the door, call out to me so I can drop these weaves."
	Keritanima tracked Kalina's progress, dropping the Illusion as soon as she got out of sight of the stairs.  There was nobody around to see her, so holding the Illusion was pointless.  She released the probing weave once Kalina was only a few feet from her door, then she released the sleeping weaves when Azakar called out that they were in and the door was closed.  Sighing from the effort, Keritanima sagged to her chair at her desk, wiping the dampness from the fur of her brow and feeling the weariness creep into her.  That had been a considerable effort, but it had paid off handsomely.
	Kalina looked the very same as she had the last time Keritanima saw her.  Kalina was a fox Wikuni, and to look at her was like looking into a mirror.  She was just a shade taller than Keritanima, but her body shape and facial features were so close that it was pointless to note the differences.  But where Keritanima was dressed in a clean, well made dress of soft brown, Kalina was dressed in a dirty, slightly torn dress that exposed the majority of her fur-clad cleavage.  Her fur was matted and noticably dirty, and her hair was stringy and unkempt.  The only thing on her that was clean was the red cloak that Ulfan had given to her so she could be picked out of the crowd.  Azakar gaped at the pair of them as he looked from one to the other.  Kalina grinned toothily at Keritanima as she took off the cloak.
	"You look ticked off, Keritanima," Kalina said.
	"I'm just a bit tired, Kalina," she replied.  "Azakar, meet Kalina, my body double.  Kalina, this is Azakar, a human friend of mine.
	"Amazing," Azakar breathed.  "If you were twins, you couldn't look more alike."
	"That's the idea, human," Kalina said.  "Some men like me because I look like the Princess.  It's a kind of fantasy of theirs."
	"Many people know about Kalina, but none of them know that I know her," Keritanima said calmly, ignoring Kalina's comment about some men's fantasies.
	"But she doesn't sound the same," he pointed out.
	"Voices can be changed, Azakar," Kalina said, in a nearly perfect imitation of Keritanima's voice.  It was enough to make the Mahuut stare at her in surprise.  "Do you want to hear an impression of King Damon?"
	"Incredible," Azakar mused.  "How did you learn it?"
	"I grew up in a travelling circus," she replied.  "I learned the art of imitation from one of the other performers.  He was much better than me.  How much am I getting paid for this, Keritanima?"
	"What you're going to be doing is dangerous, so I'll pay you ten thousand gold crowns for this," she offered.  That made the fox Wikuni give her a strangled look.  "Believe me, Kalina, you'll earn every copper farthing."
	"What do I have to do?" she asked, putting a hand to her stomach unconsciously.
	"Nothing more than pretend to be me," she replied.  "It's just that I'm in a bit of trouble, so there's a chance that you may get flogged.  Just so you know up front."
	"Well thank you very much for telling me that after you get me up here!" she barked testily.
	"That's why I waited until you got up here," Keritanima said with a slight smile.  "All you have to do is play me when I'm not here," she told the imposter.  "Your job is to convince everyone that you're not coming out of this room, and you don't want to talk to anyone.  It should be easy enough for you."
	"What about the flogging?"
	"Oh, that.  My father wants me flogged as punishment for what I did to him.  He's trying to remove the barriers I put in his way.  There's an outside chance you'll be in here playing me when they come to get me.  If that happens, do your best to delay it until I get back, so we can switch places.  If you can't, well, I'll heal you of any injuries you suffer, and pay you an extra ten thousand crowns in compensation."
	"What did you do to him?" she asked curiously.
	"Oh, not much.  I just assassinated his entire circle of advisors and most of his higher officials," she said casually.
	"That was you?" Kalina asked, then she burst out laughing.  "Ulfan's going to kill you.  The big mess after that happened put the army on the streets, and that hurt Ulfan's business."
	"What happened?"
	"Well, House Kalthak brought in a huge private army a few days after we heard about the assassinations," she answered.  "I think the King felt that was a prelude to a coup, so he called up the army and put them in the streets.  Some of them are still here.  Things have been tense in Wikuna since you left, Keritanima.  Damon Eram raised taxes again, and he's cracked down hard on anyone who can't pay.  There's alot of muttering in the streets about a revolt."
	"He probably raised taxes to buy back some of the free agents," Keritanima mused aloud.  "That, or he's just being greedy."
	"Word on the street is that he's been buying the support of some of the larger noble houses," Kalina offered.
	"Which ones?"
	"House Tarn and House Zalan.  There have even been rumors of a marriage between Damon Eram and a lady of House Zalan.  Some even say it's Sheba."
	"Those two would be perfect for each other," Keritanima snorted.
	"Word is that Arthas Zalan is trying to get Sheba off a ship.  She's become a serious embarassment for Wikuna.  Marrying her off would drydock her for good."
	"Well, we can't have that," Keritanima said absently.  "I'll have to do something about that."
	"Why not?"
	"I don't want any cooperation between my father and the other noble houses," she replied.  "They're supposed to be at each other's throats.  I guess I'll have to do something about that as well."
	"Good luck.  Now then, show me to all those pretty dresses and sparkling jewels I get to wear while I'm here."
	"All gone, I'm afraid," Keritanima said.  "Part of my punishment.  I do have something clean and whole for you, though."
	"I'm liking this job less and less," Kalina grumbled.
	"You're just upset that there will be no pretty baubles to steal this time," Keritanima said casually.
	Kalina flushed.
	"Don't worry.  I took it out of your pay last time, Kalina," Keritanima said sweetly, patting her on the cheek.  "Now let's get you dressed.  I have some errands to run, and from the sound of it, I'd better get started soon."
	After dressing Kalina up and instructing her how to act, and putting on Kalina's soiled garment herself, Keritanima put on Kalina's red cloak and pulled it around her.  "Azakar, Miranda, you're with me," Keritanima announced.  "Binter, you stay here to reinforce the idea that I'm the one sitting in here."
	"I do not like this, Highness," Binter said bluntly.  "I should be there to protect you."
	"I have Zak, Binter," she smiled.  "You trust Zak, don't you?"
	"Only so far, because he is still young and he does not know the city," he answered honestly.
	"Well, I have Miranda here to help out.  I should be alright, Binter.  In another way, you'll be protecting me much more by staying here than if you were with me."
	"How is that?"
	"Binter, my dear friend, everyone knows I won't so much as go to the kitchens without you," she said with a toothy grin.  "If you're in here, then they'll believe that I'm in here.  It's that simple."
	"You speak truth," Binter said after a moment.  "I will treat Mistress Kalina as if she were you."
	"Just keep your mouth shut, Binter," Keritanima ordered.  "Not a word to anyone until I get back.  That way nothing slips out."
	He nodded solemnly.
	Weaving was a chore, because she had already tired herself out, but she didn't have the time to recover.  She ensured that they would leave without being noticed by anyone, then Keritanima covered the three of them in the Illusion of palace servants.  Then she simply had the others walk out the front door.  Not a single guard, soldier, servant, noble, or visitor gave them so much as a strange look.  Keritanima led the way until they were several blocks away from the Palace, when she dropped the Illusions covering her and Miranda, and tugged a bit on the neckline of the dress.  It smelled like Kalina, sweat, spilled food and wine, and a few other scents that made the Wikuni princess recoil from certain areas of the dress instinctively.  Kalina's bosom was just a bit fuller than Keritanima's, so it made the daring neckline of the dress loose and prone to shifting whenever she moved.
	"Alright, so where do we begin?" Miranda asked as they walked along the wide avenues of Wikuna.
	"We begin with Ulfan," she replied deci