 have to breathe life into your spells the same way an artist breathes life into a sculpture, or a painting.  You have to devote yourself to it like an artist would, and that passion, that love, is what makes the Weave respond.  Artists love their work.  You have to love to use Sorcery, and love the Goddess that gives you that honor.  When you learn to do it, it will be just like anything else in Sorcery.  You do it once, and then you can do it again.  But it's also like other parts of Sorcery.  You may be able to do it again, but it takes practice to master it."
	"I, I think I'm starting to understand," Keritanima said. "I've always had a passion for Sorcery.  All I have to do is show it.  Sort of."
	"Partially.  Remember, the love you have for the Goddess has to be there.  Give that love to the Goddess, and the Weave will respond to it.  The passion and love you have for Sorcery makes the Weave yours to command."
	"Now that makes more sense," Keritanima said confidently, closing her eyes.
	It took her a surprisingly short amount of time.  She failed several times at first, and then the Weave suddenly opened up to her favorably, and flows pulled from the stands quickly and easily.  She opened her eyes and gave him a startled look.
	"Was that so hard?" he asked in a gentle voice.
	"It was, was beautiful!" she said in wonder.
	"It is, isn't it?" he agreed.  "Every time you use your power, you tell the Goddess how much you love her.  And she replies by showing the love she has for you.  You can't ignore that, no matter what you're doing.  It never stops feeling good."
	"I never thought it would feel like that," she said, a tear forming in her eye.  "I loved the Goddess, but it never felt so, intimate as it just did."
	"I know," he told her.  "Now, do it again.  And again, and again, and again.  It takes practice to master, and I'll have to show you some techniques to make you weave spells faster and more efficiently.  Your speed is abysmal, and you have about as much control as a newborn kitten."
	"Well excuse me," she said, then she laughed.
	Tarrin watched over her as she practiced, as rain started pattering against her windows and the ship began to rock in the storm.  She managed to get a firm grip on the concept of give and take, removing the resistance the Weave had to her.  She listened intently as Tarrin taught her the things Spyder taught him, about how to weave spells with blinding speed, about how to maximize control and efficiency for the best results.  "My big problem was always pulling out too much power," he admitted.  "I still do it sometimes when I'm excited, but when you overcharge a weave, it can make it less effective.  No more, no less.  That's how I was taught, and that's what you have to learn."
	"Taught?  Taught by who?" Keritanima demanded.
	Tarrin blinked.  He didn't realize he'd said that.  "Well, I guess there'd be no harm in telling you now," he said to himself.  "She only said not to tell you while we were learning, and to protect you.  You've crossed over, so it can't hurt."
	"Who, Tarrin?  Who would know how to teach you anything?"
	Dolanna suddenly went pale. "Spyder!" she gasped.  "She still lives?"
	"She's still around, Dolanna," Tarrin nodded.  "She came to me and Jenna when we were at the Tower and trained us, or at least partially.  She gave us some instruction, said she'd be back, and never did come back.  I still wonder what happened to her."
	"Who is this Spyder?" Keritanima asked.
	"She's the Guardian," Dolanna replied.  "She defends the last open gateway between our world and the other dimensions.  That gateway is across the great bay on Sharadar's southern side, in an inaccessible place between two impassible mountain ranges and defended on the sea by an impassible reef.  A place we have always called Haven."
	"Sounds like a serious duty," Keritanima said.
	"It is.  She is the oldest of the katzh-dashi, but she has not been seen in five thousand years."
	"They wouldn't miss her, that's for sure," Tarrin chuckled.  "She's Urzani, the ancestors of the Sha'Kar.  She actually looks alot like Allia," Tarrin remembered.  "She could be your great-great-great-great aunt, sister."
	"I would not find being related to someone like that a bad thing, brother," Allia said mildly.
	"She made me swear not to tell anyone what she was doing, because she was afraid Kerri may try to do some of it and get herself killed," Tarrin told them.  "Now that Kerri's not in any danger anymore, I guess it's alright."
	"You were trained by an Ancient," Dolanna said reverently, in Sharadi.  "The old ways aren't dead after all!"
	"They're not dead," he assured her in Sulasian.  "Spyder taught Jenna alot of history, and Jenna's been writing it down.  Jenna's going to teach the katzh-dashi what they've forgotten.  That's why she's still in Suld.  It's what the Goddess wants of her."
	"She is blessed."
	"I know," Tarrin agreed.
	There was a strange scratching at the door.  Dar got up and went over and opened it, and Sapphire ambled into the room.  She flapped her wings and got into the air, then flew up and landed on Tarrin's shoulder.  "I wondered where you got off to," Tarrin told her, reaching up and petting her on the head.  "You're dry, so you found some place to hide from the rain," he noted.
	"She's probably hiding from Phandebrass," Camara Tal grunted.  "I've noticed him trying to sneak up on her on deck while you've been with Kerri.  She doesn't seem to like him.  I guess that means she's smarter than she looks."
	"He can try.  He won't like what happens to him, but he can try," Tarrin shrugged.  "He should ask Torm how it feels to end up on Sapphire's bad side."
	"I've never seen an animal with magical powers before," Dar noted.  "Only sentient beings."
	"Is it magical?" Camara Tal asked.  "There are some fish in the waters off our islands that can shock you.  I'm sure they're not magical, because they're stupid as stumps."
	"It's magical.  I can sense it," Tarrin replied.  "This kind of drake has some kind of innate magical ability, something so much a part of them that their instincts have adapted to using the magic.  I can feel it when the power builds up in her.  When she shocks someone, she has to recharge that power."
	"I didn't know that.  So, you can drain her?" Keritanima asked.
	"She recharges very fast if she completely drains herself," he told her.  "She can shock again in a matter of minutes, but it's not very strong.  When she's fully charged, she can shock someone with some pretty impressive power, enough to paralyze them for a few minutes at the very least.  Maybe even kill, if she hits someone in the right place."
	"How do you know that?" Dar asked.
	"Experimentation," he said with a short smile.  "I had her shock me when she was fully charged.  It was a pretty unpleasant experience."
	"Why in the twenty seas did you do that?" Keritanima demanded.
	"To see what she could do," he replied.  "She can't really hurt me, sister.  My body resisted most of the magic, but it was still enough to make my fur all stand on end."
	"Is she charged now?" Keritanima asked.
	"You should know that, Kerri," he chided.  "Can't you feel it?"
	"Uh, no."
	"Then you're not paying attention," he told her.  "Close your eyes and just feel.  You should be able to sense it, even from over there.  Her power is magical, so you should be able to feel it, the same as you can sense the Weave."
	Keritanima was quiet a long moment, then she opened her eyes. "I think I can feel it, but you're interfering," she told him.  "All I can really sense is you."
	"You do interfere with the Weave, Tarrin," Dolanna agreed.  "You are probably throwing off Keritanima's attempts."
	"Fine then," he said, picking Sapphire up from his shoulder and setting her on the desk.  "Stay right there, Sapphire," he told her, holding his paw out palm up towards her.  She understood both the spoken and the gestured command--he'd taught her commands by paw gesture, in case he wanted her to obey him quietly--and sat down sedately on the desk and waited.  Keritanima closed her eyes again, and smiled.  "I can feel her now," she announced.  "I don't know what her limits are, but she's really charged.  That's a lot of magic, brother."
	"She's fully charged," he nodded in agreement.  "Surprising that something without any kind of training can have so much magical potential."  He waved to the drake, and she jumped into the air and landed in his paws.  He cradled her to his stomach, scratching her between the horns delicately with a claw.
	"Tarrin, I wanted to ask you something."
	"What?"
	"Has the Weave been getting...well, thinner?" she asked.  "I can see the strands all the time now, just like you said I would, and there seem to be fewer and fewer of them.  Like the Weave is thinning out."
	Tarrin glanced at her, then nodded.  "As we move away from Suld, it becomes thinner," he confirmed.  "That means it takes longer for us to use magic.  Didn't you notice that when you were at home?"
	"Of course I did, but I guess I never thought about the reason for it," she replied.  "I had alot on my mind, you know."
	"I've noticed that," Dar said.  "That it takes longer to weave spells.  It's like the magic's sluggish."
	"It is the fact that it takes longer for you to draw the same amount of power," Dolanna told him.  "These thin areas in the Weave are not uncommon.  They exist in the areas far removed from large Conduits.  That is why the katzh-dashi built the Towers in Suld and Abrodar, young one.  To be in the area where our powers are at their strongest."
	"Are there any holes in the Weave?" Dar asked.  "Places where you can't use Sorcery at all?"
	"I have never found one, but some of the Lorefinders speculate that such a place may exist," she replied.  "If there are any, however, they would be very, very small areas.  Even halfway across the world from the Heart, there are strands.  Very few of them, but they do exist."
	There was a brightness at the windows.  Tarrin looked, and saw shafts of sunlight penetrating the breaking storm.  He noticed that the ship wasn't rocking as severely as before, either.  "Looks like the storm is over," Tarrin noticed.
	The ship then seemed to list to the side, and the view from the window began to change.  The five ships behind theirs were sliding off to the left.  "We're turning," Keritanima said, which explained to Tarrin what that meant.  "We must be within--"
	"Land ho!" a thin voice managed to reach them in the cabin, shouted from the decks above.  "Thalin's Point off the port bow!"
	Keritanima's eyes brightened, and she stood up quickly.  "Well, everyone, why don't we go up on deck and let you get your first look at my homeland?" she offered.
	"We'll be in Wikuna in three days, if the wind holds," Miranda realized.  "I didn't realize we were so far north."
	They all left Keritanima's cabin and went up on deck.  The deck was still wet, and the water was cold on Tarrin's pads as he stepped into it.  Tarrin wasn't the only one to take special precautions because of the rain; Miranda's tail was so long and bushy that the end of it occasionally hit the ground when she walked, so she made a special point of keeping it up high enough to keep it dry.  They moved to the port rail, not far from the sterncastle, and Tarrin looked to the west, to Wikuna.  He couldn't see much, just a strip of green past the four ships protecting their port flank, but the importance of it wasn't lost to him.  There it was, a new continent.  The land of Wikuna.  He'd heard Keritanima describe it many times, but he found himself actually looking forward to seeing their cities and finding out what it was like there.  Few outlanders had ever seen Wikuna, because the Wikuni were usually very careful about keeping others out of their ports.  It was a well known policy of the Wikuni that they would attack any ship that approached their coastline, because of their very long war with the Zakkites.  Zakkites would sometimes capture non-Zakkite ships and try to sail them to Wikuna, so the Wikuni solved the problem by simply attacking anything that wasn't a clipper or raker.  Tarrin had heard much about life on Wikuna, and now he was curious to see how much of it was Keritanima's boasting.
	"That's Thalin's Point," Keritanima announced.  "It's a hook of land that extends out from the coast.  The land on the other side of it is used mainly for farming."
	"Wikuni farm?" Dar chuckled.  "I thought that doing anything on land was too tedious for your people."
	Keritanima ignored that.  "We're about three days from Wikuna," she told them, "if the wind holds.  I need to talk to Jervis.  They're supposed to have that prototype in the harbor and ready for us to go as soon as we get there."
	"We're not staying long?" Dar asked.
	"We don't have much time," Keritanima replied.  "We have to be off Vendaka at the summer solstice.  I'm not sure how fast that new ship is going to go, so I want as much time as possible."
	"How long would it take a clipper to sail from Wikuna to Vendaka?" Dolanna asked.
	"About seven or eight days," she replied.  "I'm guessing that this new ship will take twice as long, probably two weeks.  The solstice is three weeks away, so we should be in position when we need to be there, as long as we don't dilly-dally around."
	"I was hoping to look around for a day or two," Dar sighed.
	"We'll be in port for at least a day, Dar," Keritanima told him.  "I'll have to go over some things with sashka and talk to Jervis about some things in person, and I would like to sleep at least one night in a bed that doesn't sway."
	"Too bad.  I guess you'll have to go after Rallix when you come home," Miranda teased.
	Keritanima shot a nasty look at her friend, then cleared her throat.  "I think I'd like to go back to my lessons now," she said primly.  "Since you're not a Sorcerer, why don't you go somewhere else?"
	"Well, tou-chy," Miranda said with a cheeky grin.  "Tarrin, could I bother you for a little magicking?"
	"What do you need, Miranda?" Tarrin asked.
	"Yarn.  A new knitting needle too, I broke one of my good ones."
	"I thought you were moving on to crochet."
	"I need the yard for crochet, but I broke my knitting needle and I'd like a new one, just in case I have a relapse," she said.
	Without much effort or thought, Tarrin Conjured a very large ball of yarn and a new knitting needle, exactly like the ones he'd seen her use, and then handed them to her.  "Why thank you," she said.  "I'll see all of you later," she said, then sauntered off.
	"I think I will go to the galley," Allia said.  "I find myself hungry."
	"You just had to mention food, didn't you?" Dar complained.  "I'll go with you.  Don't you two do anything major until we get back," he told Tarrin, then the pair of dark-skinned beings hurried towards the stairwell below decks.
	"May as well stay up here," Keritanima told Tarrin.  "I'll dry us off a place."
	Tarrin worked with Keritanima over the rest of the day as Dolanna, Dar, and Allia observed, refining her technique and giving her plenty of time to practice.  She proved to be a very quick student, and her speed and efficiency increased almost every time she wove a spell.  What was probably more important, with her experience came the ability to see what Tarrin was doing when he wove spells, something that she had not been able to do very effectively beforehand.  She got used to the speed at which Tarrin wove spells after she started working at the same speed, and that allowed her to begin to see what he was doing.  That meant that he could start teaching her some of the weaves that only Weavespinners could use, spells that required more power than most Sorcerers could safely manipulate.
	The very first thing he taught her was how to summon Elementals.  But before teaching her the spells, he trained her in Elemental etiquette, reinforcing to her the fact that the same Elemental spirit was going to answer her call again and again and again, so it was imperative that she treat her Elemental with respect.  If she angered her Elemental, it may disobey her, or even attack her out of irritation.  Fortunately, however, it was very hard to anger an Elemental that much.  They gained power by being summoned, and were willing to endure the period of servitude necessary to gain that power in exchange.  Elementals could not be harmed in any way, even if their forms were destroyed, since their animating force was an energy not of their world, and therefore could not be harmed while it was on their world.  That was why Elementals were so willing to fight on a Sorcerer's behalf, because it knew that even if its material form were destroyed, it would suffer no real injury.
	"Alright, I understand," Keritanima pressed.  "Show me the spell."
	"The spell is woven the exact same way for all four Elemental types," he told her.  "The only difference is the Sphere you use.  It's a two flow spell, but it's fairly complicated, and its patterns change depending on how much energy you want to grant the Elemental when you make its material form.  So pay attention."  Tarrin had never summoned a Water Elemental before, so he decided to use that as his example, and also to find himself a Water spirit.  "I've never summoned a Water Elemental before, so I'll do that.  It will let you see how to introduce yourself to the Elemental."
	Tarrin turned and looked over the rail, then began.  He wove the spell slowly to his seeming, but at a speed that would let Keritanima see what he was doing.  He wove the spell very loosely, making it very spacious, and held it in that state for a long moment to let Keritanima look over the spell's design.  "See it?"
	"I see it," she affirmed.  "It is complicated."
	He nodded, snapping it down and then releasing it into the ocean.  He felt the spell take form, and felt the link between the spell and that other place where the spirits of the Elementals lived open.  He felt something come through, and then felt the weave fully activate.
	An amorphous mass of water suddenly rose up from the relatively choppy surface of the sea, a column of water that came up over the level of the rail.  It expanded and widened a little, but was still a pillar of rotating water, but two reddish spots appeared near its top.  Eyes.  Tarrin felt the Elemental connect with him, and then looked at it calmly as the others stared at the creature in fascination.  "I'm Tarrin," he said aloud.  "I thank you for answering my call.  I didn't summon you for any specific task, though.  I needed to show my student the right way to weave the spell, and how to treat her Elementals with honor and respect."
	That made the Elemental warm to him very quickly.  It communicated its understanding, was a little pleased that it would have to perform no tasks.  It then asked a most curious question.  Why after so long were the Elementals being invited back to this world?
	"Because the magic that summoned you has only just been rediscovered," he answered it aloud.
	It understood that, and then asked if it should do anything.
	"No, you've already done what I needed you to do.  Thank you for your service.  You can go back home now."
	He released his side of the spell, and felt the Elemental's spirit return to where it came from.  The pillar of water shuddered, the two glowing spots vanished, and then the pillar of water simply fell back into the sea.
	"That was amazing!" Keritanima said.  "I could almost feel something passing between you and it!"
	"There was.  The Elemental will be linked to you by your thoughts," he told her.  "It can communicate with you like that, from any distance.  It's almost like the telepathy that Shiika has.  Alright, your turn.  Let's start with an Air Elemental.  I want you to make it just like I did, but replace the Water flow with Air."
	"Alright."  Keritanima's brow furrowed as she began repeating the spell.  Tarrin knew Keritanima's amazing ability to remember things she saw almost perfectly would mean that she would be able to duplicate the spell, and after a little practice, she would have it completely memorized.  She wove the spell very loosely, moving much slower than she was capable of weaving to make sure she was doing it right.  He didn't blame her; it was a very, very complicated spell, but the fact that it was only a two-flow spell made the risk of a Wildstrike more remote.  Spells with one or two flows fizzled almost all the time if they failed.  Only complicated spells with three or more flows tended to explode in a Wildstrike.  The more flows used, the more the chance increased, Dolanna had taught him so long ago.  Keritanima finished, and held it in its loose state easily as Tarrin studied the weaving she had done.  He found it an almost perfect copy of his own spell.  He did point out the few mistakes she'd made, and she corrected them quickly.
	"Alright, it's ready," Tarrin announced.  "Go ahead."
	Keritanima snapped it down, then relased it.  It was a little different sensation because he didn't do it himself, but he could feel the spell activate, feel it breach into that other dimension where the Elementals lived.  The air over them suddenly gusted and swirled, and two glowing reddish spots appeared over them, looking down.  Keritanima wilted slightly after the spell took form, but that wasn't something to be surpised about.  Summoning an Elemental was hard work, and she'd been using her magic steadily all day.  Summoning the Elemental had taken the remainder of her strength.
	"It worked!" Keritanima squealed in happiness, then she composed herself.  "I'm Keritanima," she introduced.  "Thank you for answering me."  Tarrin could sense the communication going on between them.  "No, I don't have any service for you to do.  I'm sorry.  I summoned you because I just learned the spell, and had to practice it.  I know it seems like a silly reason, but it's better to know I can do the spell now, when it's not vital, than when my tail depends on it working."  She paused, seeming to listen.  "No, I'll be alright, I'm just a litle tired.  Thank you for asking.  It seems that the spell was a complete success, so you can go back home now.  Sorry to drag you away for no reason."
	"You didn't drag it away, Kerri," Tarrin told her.  "It responded willingly.  It wouldn't mind if you summoned it over and over and over, most likely as long as you warned it you were going to do so."
	She looked at the Elemental, and then she nodded.  "Oh, I understand.  Well, I don't think I need to practice to the point of summoning you again.  Thank you for coming.  You can go home now."
	With a sudden gust of wind, the glowing eyes disappeared, and then the wind returned to normal.  "How was that?" Keritanima asked him with bright eyes.
	"Not bad," he complemented.  "You were polite, you answered its questions, and you showed some consideration for its feelings.  It probably went home not regretting answering you, and that's what you were aiming for."
	"Good.  I'm suddenly tired," she complained, leaning against the mizzenmast.
	"It's a demanding spell, Kerri, and you've been using magic all day.  I figured that it would wear you out.  That's why we did this last."
	"Smart thinking.  Let's go below, so I can sit down for a while.  And could someone tell someone to bring me some warm bread and a glass of wine?"
	Tarrin spent the rest of the day more or less by himself, staring out over towards the drifting coastline of Wikuna, as it appeared over the horizon then retreated back out of sight.  They passed a surprising number of smaller vessels, rakers and even some barges and fishing boats, the Wikuni plying trade with themselves or fishing up the evening meal.   All the other ships stayed well out of the way of the squadron of clippers, often dropping anchor and raising sails to remain stationary as the formation sailed by, either out of respect or because of some kind of rule of seafaring which Tarrin didn't know.  The lessons had gone well, but Tarrin was a little unsettled by Dolanna.  She had watched it all, and had a very, very intent look on her face.  She was learning about magic that she couldn't use, and he was worried that she was going to try to use it.  If that happened, she was going to cross over the line, and either end up being da'shar herself or getting Consumed.  Summoning an Elemental took a tremendous amount of energy, even though it wasn't a spell of High Sorcery, and it also required a command over the Weave and a control of the flows that only someone with a great deal of experience could manage.  Only Weavespinners could use the spell, it was one of the many spells reserved for the upper tier of the magical order.
	He thought about that a moment.  Dolanna certainly could managed to ascend to da'shar.  She was a very, very experienced Sorceress, and was capable of many things that most other katzh-dashi would consider impossible.  Dolanna's ability to weave blindly had awed him for quite some time, because it was something that everyone else said was impossible.  She had tremendous skill, and she also happened to be a very strong Sorceress as well.  Dolanna was small, but her magical powers were formidable, comparable to the powers of those present on the Council.  Dolanna could be on the Council.  If there ever was a candidate for da'shar, he could think of nobody better qualified than Dolanna.
	But Dolanna had been a skilled and strong Sorceress for a long time.  So had many on the Council.  It made him wonder why nobody had ever become da'shar before, why every single person who had faced the test since the Breaking had been Consumed.  What made things different now?  Why the change?
	You are the reason for that, kitten, the Goddess told him.  Remember when Spyder and Jenna told you about the sui'kun?  About how the realms of magical ability increase with each new birth of a sui'kun?
	"Yes, I remember that."
	Well, kitten, you represent the resurgence of the high orders of magic, she told him.  When you were born, the realms of the Weavespinners were reopened, among other things.  Before you were born, no Sorcerer could face the test and become a Weavespinner, because the entrance into the Weave was blocked.  If they can't reach the Heart before the moment of destruction, they fail. So they would fail, despite instinctively understanding what must be done to save themselves.  They would seek me out, but the door to reach me was closed.  When you were born, that door was reopened.
	"That must have been hard for you," he realized soberly.
	It was, kitten, harder than you will ever know, she told him sadly.  But thankfully, I won't lose any more.  You were the first new Weavespinner in a thousand years, but in just two short years since your powers were awakened, there are now four of you.  And there are many who are primed and ready to face the test, like Dolanna, she affirmed.  A great many, because they had so much time to train and practice and grow, and they have always been exceedingly careful to never allow themselves in a position where they may lose control.  In time, I will goad them into the test.
	"Should I do anything with Dolanna?" he asked.  "I think she's going to try something foolish."
	Leave her alone, kitten.  She must make her own choices.
	"That sounds ominous."
	That depends on how you see the situation, she replied.  Don't you think Dolanna is ready to face the test?
	"If anyone is, she is," he said after a moment.  "I don't know of any Sorcerer more skilled than Dolanna.  Others may have more raw power than her, but she's so experienced, it's almost scary."
	That's because when others were sitting in the Towers reading books and playing politics, Dolanna was out in the world, the Goddess told him.  You always learn fastest by doing, and Dolanna has been out there doing since before you were born.  Any time I needed a skilled, intelligent, courageous Sorcerer to perform a task, Dolanna was always on my short list of candidates.  But don't you dare tell her that, she warned.  She doesn't know how many times she's been acting directly on my orders, even when she didn't realize it.
	"I won't," he said.  "She's going to do it, isn't she?  Try to use the magic I taught Kerri."
	I won't tell you that, kitten, but I would suggest that you don't sleep too soundly tonight, she said plainly.
	"I understand.  I'll be there for her in case anything happens."
	I appreciate that.  I have to go now, kitten.  Be well.  I love you.
	"I love you too, Mother," he nodded, and then he felt her retreat from him.  He sighed and looked over the rail, out to sea, not reacting when Sapphire landed lightly on his shoulder from behind.  "Well, little girl, it looks like I may have a problem tonight," he told her in a low tone as she rubbed her head against his neck.
	She chirped in reply, then clambored down his arm and goaded him into holding her to his chest.  He scratched her between the horns delicately with the tip of his claw and stared out towards the coastline of Wikuna.  He was more than a little worried now.

	It happened around midnight, as the ship stood motionless in a period of dead calm.  Tarrin had been standing on the deck, staring up at the moon, with Sapphire on his shoulder and Kimmie standing quietly beside him.  He hadn't told her what was going on, why he was so nervous, so she simply accepted things as they were and kept him company.  He'd been admiring the moon when he felt that now familiar surge in the Weave, the surge of it finding a portal into the real world that presented no resistance to it.
	Just as he had feared, Dolanna had tried to use Weavespinner magic, and now faced being Consumed as a result.
	"Stay here," Tarrin told Kimmie, reaching up and taking hold of Sapphire and then quite deliberately placing her in Kimmie's paws.  "Stay with Kimmie," he ordered her in a tone that would brook no disobedience, and then he hurried towards the stairs below decks.  He literally jumped down the very steep flight of stairs, rushing towards Dolanna's cabin door as Keritanima opened her door at the end of the companionway, her face unsettled.  Tarrin grabbed the latch of Dolanna's door, but found it locked.  Not put off by that, he sank his claws into the wood frame of the door and ripped it off its hinges, getting it jammed in the doorframe, so he simply put a fist against it and shattered it like a china plate.  He could sense the power reaching a crescendo in Dolanna--she was right on the verge of it, he had to get to her q