ten minutes, as they looked up into the sky.  Perhaps after all that running, even Eron needed to stop and rest a little bit.
	"What are clouds made of, papa?" Jasana asked.
	"Clouds are just fog way up in the sky," he told her.
	"How do you know?" Eron asked.
	"Your grandfather told me," he said.  "He went to the Skydancer Mountains once, and he told me that the clouds are low enough that the peaks of the mountains are inside them.  He climbed up one of them and found out that clouds are really just fog that doesn't burn off with the daytime sun."
	"You mean if we were really far away, fog would look like a cloud?" Eron asked.
	"I suppose it would," Tarrin agreed, impressed anew with his son's keen observational ability.
	"Have you ever been to the mountains?" Eron asked.
	"No.  But there was this one time," he said distantly, staring up at the sky.  "I, I remember...climbing up the side of a huge rock wall, so high that it climbed into the clouds."  He blinked, and then winced as a shock of pain hammered in his head.  That had to be another memory.  This one came with images, a dark stone face, seeing black-furred hands, huge hands, digging into the stone with their claws....
	His hands.
	Tarrin held up his arm and looked at his hand, comparing them.  That furry hand was almost three times bigger than this one.  Truly huge, and tipped with claws nearly as long as his little fingers were.  So, that was what his hands had looked like.  They were definitely Were-cat, that was for sure.
	"Mama told me about that," Jasana said.  "She said you did that in the desert."
	"I guess I did, Jasana.  I really can't remember."
	"How can you remember that, but not remember anything else?" Eron asked.
	"I only have little bits and pieces of my memory, son," he answered.  "And sometimes someone will say or do something that makes me remember a little bit more. Like it jars my memory."
	"Oh.  If I hit you in the head, wouldn't that jar all your memory back?"
	Tarrin laughed.  "It'd probably knock me out," he told him.  "No, it wouldn't do any good, son.  They've already tried that."
	"Oh.  Are you sure they hit you hard enough?"
	"I'm sure," he laughed again.
	"I'm hungry," Eron complained.
	"Me too," Jasana agreed.
	"Well, so am I," Tarrin chuckled.  "So let's go get something to eat."
	After collecting up Jula and Mist, they went down to the kitchens and got some food.  Tarrin stepped back and more or less unleashed his children on the hapless cooks and servants, who struggled to keep an eye on their cooking and keep the two of them out of trouble at the same time.  Eron was definitely the worse of the two, trying to put his hands in everything, getting underfoot, and doing his best to disrupt the entire kitchen.  They finally decided on what they wanted, and they left the kitchens with plates full of food and a staff of exhausted, frazzled cooks.
	Tarrin's good mood evaporated when, as they turned a corner, they found Jesmind standing squarely in the middle of the passageway.  She was fully erect, her arms crossed before her, a very aggressive stance, and the look on her face reinforced that assumption.  Jasana went up to her and tried to get her to pick her up, but Jesmind ignored her daughter, keeping a withering gaze on Tarrin.  Jasana's crestfallen look was lost on her mother, and Tarrin realized that she wasn't going to let him pass without giving him a piece of her mind.
	Sighing, he handed his small plate of fresh tarts to Jula.  "Here, you take this," he said.  "I get the feeling I'm about to lose my appetite."
	Jula gave him a compassionate look, then nodded and took the plate.
	Mist, however, proved to be more than just an acquaintance to him.  She marched right up to the larger Were-cat and looked up at her.  Tarrin couldn't see her expression, but it made Jesmind's furious look waver.  "Get out of my way," Mist said flatly to her.
	Tarrin learned one thing at that point.  Jesmind was afraid of Mist.  She reluctantly stepped aside, glowering at the smaller Were-cat as her ears seemed to strain to lay back, but did not.  He didn't really understand Were-cat society very well, but it was obvious that Mist occupied a higher rung than Jesmind.  That, or Mist would kick her butt if she didn't obey her, one or the other.  Probably both.
	"Come on, Eron," Mist said.  "I think your father needs to straighten out your aunt."
	Eron obediently came up and put his little hand in hers, and then padded up the hall.  Jula stepped back after beckoning to Jasana, and the little girl evacuated the area between her parents.
	Jesmind didn't waste any time.  She blocked the passage again after Mist passed and pointed at him.  "How dare you bring my daughter within spitting distance of that Sha'Kar!" she accused hotly.
	"And how would you know that, unless you were following me?" Tarrin retorted.  "Isn't that exactly what I told you not to do?"
	"Make me," she hissed.  "You're too weak to tell me to do anything, cub."
	That was just about enough.  "There are many kinds of power, Jesmind," he said with a glare.  "I may not be able to make you stop following me around, but I can make sure it stops.  Go pack your things, Jesmind.  You're going to be spending the next few days in an inn."
	"You wouldn't dare," she declared indignantly, stepping up to loom over him.
	He didn't even blink.  "I would dare," he replied evenly, completely unafraid of her.  "If you won't leave me alone, I'll see to it that you're not here to bother me."
	"If you do that, you're never going to see your daughter again," she hissed.
	"An empty threat," Tarrin said grimly, taking a single step back.  He'd never seen her get this belligerent before, and he was starting to doubt his seeming immunity to her wrath.  "Jasana can't leave the Tower. If you go, Jesmind, you go alone.  Remember that."
	Tarrin realized almost immediately that that was the wrong thing to say.  He'd just threatened Jesmind's rights to her daughter, and since she was half animal, the protective instincts concerning her children were very powerful.  Jesmind's eyes erupted from within with a brilliant greenish radiance, making her eyes two glowing slits of evil green.  With blazing speed, Jesmind reached down and grabbed him by his new shirt and then hauled him off the ground.  She held him at arm's length, cocking back her other arm with her claws extended, as if to hit him with it.  Tarrin responded out of reflex, causing his staff to come out of the elsewhere and appear in his right hand.  With exceptional aim, he jammed the long weapon straight down and struck the top of Jesmind's foot, cracking the bones in the top of it.  Jesmind hissed in pain and let go out of reflex, and Tarrin took a quick two steps back and levelled his staff at her in the end-grip.  He was still too startled to be afraid, shocked that she would do such a thing.
	Hurting her was probably taking things a little too far.  With a growling cry of pain and outrage, Jesmind reached out towards him with those claws leading.  Tarrin reacted quickly by jabbing Jesmind squarely in the face with his staff, snapping her head back and faltering her reach towards him.  The Were-cat grabbed the staff with her clawed and and wrested it aside, but Tarrin didn't abandon his hold on it quite yet.
	"Stop it!" someone shouted, and then someone grabbed the staff.  Someone short.  Tarrin and Jesmind both looked down to see a teary-eyed Jasana, grabbing the staff and tugging on it with all her might.  "Don't fight!  You promised me you wouldn't fight anymore!" she accused in a sobby voice.
	Tarrin let go of the staff like it was a live snake, not wanting to even accidentally hurt his daughter.  To his surprise, Jesmind did the same, and the little girl yanked the weapon away.  "I hate it when you two fight!" she cried.  "Just stop it!"
	"Cub, I--" Jesmind started in a contrite voice, but Jasana threw the staff down and ran down the hall, her bawling audible almost down to the stairs.  She was running towards the stairs leading up to Jesmind's apartment.
	Tarrin felt both embarassed and a little foolish.  Jesmind probably wouldn't have hurt him.  There was no reason for him to react that way.  She was just trying to scare him, that was all.  Jesmind was looking towards her daughter.  "I'm, sorry," he apologized.  "I shouldn't have hit you."
	"I shouldn't have grabbed you," Jesmind said in a reluctant voice.  "I'll go talk to her.  Jula, stay with him.  We can't leave him alone."
	Jesmind rushed off after her daughter, and Tarrin sighed.  Picking up his staff, he tried to figure out how that had gotten out of control.  She had made the mistake of grabbing him, and he'd made the mistake of threatening her parental duties with Jasana.  He hadn't meant it as a threat, only as a way to deflate her threat to withold his time with his daughter.  But after he thought about how he said what he said, it certainly did sound like a threat.  So both of them were at fault.
	"Well, that was exciting," Jula said in a calm voice as Tarrin sent his staff back into the elsewhere.  He was getting really good at that.
	"I didn't mean for that to happen," he sighed.
	"It's nothing major, Tarrin," she told him.  "Jesmind is probably going to respect you a little more now.  You fought back against her, and she'll have to respect that.  The fact that you're you will make her see that if she gets physical with you again, she's going to hurt you because you're not just going to fold up as soon as she tries to intimidate you.  She's not going to hurt you, so she can't do that again."
	"Maybe, but I'm really sorry Jasana got so upset."
	"Jasana wants you and Jesmind to be a family with her," she said soberly.  "That girl has alot more human in her than most.  Most are like Eron.  He likes you, but you're not quite so central in his life.  I think you noticed that."
	"I did," he agreed.
	"Jasana's alot like a human child.  She wants her mother and her father.  Eron knows that you're his father, but it doesn't matter to him quite as much.  The mothers are all the family that most Were-cat children ever know.  Few even meet their fathers until they're adults."
	"I didn't know that.  Who told you?"
	"You did," she said with a smile.  "Now, let's get you back to your room where Sapphire can find you."

	There were consequences of what happened, he was sure of that.  It also didn't take very long to find out what they were, for both of them.
	He wasn't there to see it, but Jula came down and told him what happened not long after he returned ot his room.  Jenna had gone up there and basicly thrown a fit on Jesmind, ordering her to back off and warning her that she would be exiled from the Tower if she could not control herself or obey Jenna's orders.  That his sister had the nerve to do something like that was one thing, but to have Jesmind agree was something completely different.  He'd marvelled many times since coming back to Suld at how much his sister had changed, and that act had to be the biggest indicator.  The mild, meek Jenna he knew from Aldreth would never have done that.
	Tarrin didn't escape unscathed.  Jenna unleashed her temper on Jesmind, but Tarrin got it from Sapphire.  She railed at him for quite a while about keeping himself safe, about not antagonizing Jesmind since Auli was probably antagonism enough, and how he had nearly ruined her day by nearly getting himself killed at Jesmind's hands.  Tarrin tried to explain, tried to tell her that it was all just a big misunderstanding, but she wouldn't hear of it.  She somehow managed to make him feel guilty over the inconvenience and hardship his actions had placed on her, rather than the fact that he'd just gotten into a fight with someone that it was not wise to annoy.  Then again, Sapphire was a dragon.  She'd had that me mentality long before she'd met him.  Big and powerful creatures tended to think that the whole world revolved around them anyway.
	Others weren't quite so fast to chide him, however.  Allia came in for a visit not long after he returned to his room, and she told him that he should have hit her harder.  Keritanima blew the whole thing off as yet another in a very long string of spats between the two of them.  The circumstances had changed slightly, she had joked, but the end result never did seem to change.
	For his own part, he was a bit sorry that it had come to that, sorry he'd made that mistake, but he wasn't sorry about holding his ground.  He knew that if he knuckled under to Jesmind, she would just use that crack to split all his defenses in half and overwhelm him.  Jesmind seemed incapable of taking him seriously, and he was pretty sure it was that Were-cat mentality that the others had described to him.  They based almost their entire society on personal strength.  She considered him a part of that society, but since he had lost all his strength, he had comparably lost all his position.  She saw herself as over him now, and she probably was very upset that he wasn't obeying her.  After all, to her, it was what he was supposed to do.  She was thinking of him as a Were-cat, not as a human, and that was where all the problems were coming from.  It was even worse because she didn't even want to think about treating him like a human, he was sure of that.  He'd gotten to know Jesmind pretty well from Jula's descriptions, and he knew that if she told herself to think of him as a human, it would hit on that very raw nerve about his precarious position, at least in her eyes.  If she thought of him as a human, he may decide to stay so.  That was an irrational concept, but he knew, he just knew, that it had gone through Jesmind's mind at least once already.  Unable to accept him as a human but unable to treat him like a Were-cat, it left her in a very bad trap.  And it was a trap that was only serving to drive the two of them apart.  Tarrin wasn't the Tarrin she'd once known, and his change in personality was not meshing well with her treatment of him.
	That was what was so frustrating.  She could understand it all and be assured if she'd just talk to him, accept what was going on, but she absolutely did not want to do that.  She didn't want to know him as a human, she didn't want to see any side of the problem but her own.  She was not going to budge from her position, and that position was that he was a Were-cat, and by all the gods, he was going to be one again.  That also frustrated him, because he was sincerely curious about her.  She was the mother of his child, after all, and he had the feeling that if she'd just talk to him, they could be friends.  But she didn't want to deal with him at all, not as a human.  She wanted the Were-cat back, and that made her totally reject him as a human.
	They were simple things, but he had the feeling that he was right.  It certainly explained alot about how she was acting.  He described his feelings to Triana when she came to check on him not long afterward, and she could only smile at him in that strange way of hers and nod in agreement.
	"You're full of surprises, cub," she said.  "I thought alot of what you are came from the Were in you.  I see that was a wrong conclusion.  You're probably one of the most remarkable humans I've ever met."
	Tarrin was rather thrilled by that complement, and the fact that she seemed to have accepted the fact that for right now, he was human.  "Why won't she listen?" he complained.  "Why won't she understand?"
	"Cub, there's one simple constant in the universe, and that's that there are absolutely no bounds to that cub's stubbornness.  She's dug in her heels, and there's nothing that anyone can say to move her.  Not you, not me, not even if all the gods came down from the sky and wrote it out for her on a steel tablet in flaming letters.  The only thing that's going to change her mind is her.  And that's going to take time."  She snorted.  "Jesmind was born with the two worst combination of traits.  She has a short temper and a wide stubborn streak.  They've gotten her in no end of trouble over the years."
	"I can imagine," he sighed.  That really was a bad combination.  It meant that she was very easy to anger, but her stubborn nature would make her unwilling or unable to forgive or forget.  There were probably a long line of people she'd once called friend, but were now on her black list because of past slights that any other Were-cat would have forgiven long ago.  "She's easy to anger, but she won't get over what made her mad."
	"Exactly.  There's one example of that that you'll remember when you get your memory back, and that's Rahnee.  She and Jesmind were best friends, then Rahnee seduced Jesmind's mate at the time.  That's not too serious among our kind, but it is against the rules, and Jesmind had a right to be angry.  But where most females would have let it go after a few rides, Jesmind wouldn't.  She wouldn't talk to Rahnee for over a hundred years because of that.  That's how she is, cub.  You can't change her, you just have to learn to work around it."
	"I don't think I'm going to be able to do that," he sighed.
	"Probably not," she agreed.  "And since you can't change her mind, the best thing to do is just avoid her.  She's more angry with herself right now, but even that won't last long if you show up."
	"Why is she angry with herself?"
	"Because she almost hurt you," she answered bluntly.
	"She wouldn't have hurt me," he said dismissively.
	"I'm glad you think that, cub," Triana sarcastically, said with an intense stare.  "It's a good way to get your neck broken.  Jesmind will hurt you if you make her angry enough.  It won't matter how much she loves you or how careful she's being.  It's all a part of our natures, I told you that.  If you enrage her, nothing is going to protect you from her.  She's tried to kill me several times, and she meant it when she did it."
	"Why would she do that?" Tarrin gasped.
	"Because I made her that mad," she answered bluntly.  "And if she'll take a swipe at me, cub, don't ever think that she wouldn't do the same to you."
	Tarrin was a bit worried about that statement.  "Maybe, maybe I should avoid her for a while," he said in a hesitant voice.
	"I think that's a good idea," Triana agreed.  "And if she confronts you, keep what I said in mind.  It's alright to stand up to her, but for the forest's sake, don't get physical with her, and don't do whatever it was you did that set her off this time."
	"I know what happened," he said glumly.  "It's my fault, Triana."  He quickly told her about his error in choice of words, which turned a rather innocent exposure of the falseness of her threat to refuse his rights to see Jasana into a very real threat against her rights to her daughter.
	"That would do it, alright," she grunted.  "You hit the one nerve bigger than her love for you.  I suggest you don't do that again."
	"I won't, I promise," he said fervently.
	"Good.  I'll be back later, cub."
	"Alright," he acknowledged.
	When Triana left, he was a little less assured of the whole thing.  He knew now that Jesmind could be dangerous, but only if he did something very wrong.  The problem he could see now was that he wasn't sure what was in the forbidden zone anymore.  He'd got her mad and said some bad things to her.  He still did not intend to break off his frienship with Auli, and that was certain to infuriate her.  So maybe what Triana said was for the best.  Maybe just staying out of Jesmind's way was the best thing to do.  If he wanted to see Jasana, Jula could arrange that for him.  Her or Mist.  Either way, he could continue spending time with his children without having to worry about saying something in passing that may get Jesmind just that mad.

	The incident with Jesmind passed over the course of the day, and Tarrin worried less and less about it.  He didn't worry about it at all once sunset came, and Auli and Dar knocked conspiratorially on his door.  He did manage to convince Sapphire that he'd be quite safe with two Sorcerers along with him, but he was sure that she could see through his subterfuge.  For whatever reason she had, he was very thankful for it when she deigned to let him go out with Auli and Dar without her accompanying him.
	That turned out to be a good thing.  Auli wasted no time in taking command of the host, and she immediately bent them to causing mischief.  The first act of the evening was to go down into the baths and change the color of the water into something that very closely resembled blood.  While people were bathing.  It didn't really phase the Sorcerers, since they probably knew that someone had just used magic, but it caused a hysterical fit among the Novices and few Initiates that were currently using the pool.
	That was just the start.  Auli managed to get Dar into the spirit of things, and it wasn't long before Illusions stalked the halls scaring people, or the baked rolls cooling on a kitchen table were suddenly filled with live worms, or some of the suits of armor that served as decorations along the halls on the lower floors started moving around by themselves, figures in the paintings and tapestries started to move around in them, or passages and intersections suddenly seemed to change directions or disappear, thanks to Dar's Illusions.  Auli ran the gambit of the Tower in that one night, coaxing Dar into helping her cause magical mischief, while Tarrin could only watch and struggle not to give them away every time he all but exploded into laughter.
	In one short night, Auli and Dar had managed to infuriate, scare, terrorize, confuse or shock almost everyone in the Tower.  From the horde of rats in the cellars to the rather risque image of a Sorceress holding open her robe that now adorned the top of the South Tower for all of Suld to see, from the cute, pink, floppy-eared, horse-sized rabbits that were grazing on grass on the east side of the grounds to the smith's forge that had water gushing out of the furnace on the west side, Auli made sure to leave no part of the ground untouched by their night's marauding.  The worm-filled rolls seemed to be the pinnacle of the evening's activities, for it turned out that they were served to the Novices for dinner.  The screams of horror and disgust were audible down almost every passage and hallway.  Though it certainly was not a fun night for most of the Tower residents, it was grand fun for the three of them.  The only place they didn't go to cause trouble was the Knights Academy, and it wasn't because Auli didn't want to go.  She had this great idea to scare all the cadets and make them run out of their barracks, and all because she wanted to see how many of them were naked.  But Tarrin intervened rather forcefully at that point.  Since he was a Knight, he felt it his duty to protect the order from Auli.  At least not without the permission of the Lord General, anyway.  He knew that Darvon may very well approve of such a thing, to give the cadets an exercise in dealing with the unexpected.  Auli saw no reason to do it if the "wrinkled-up old boring Elders" knew about it or condoned it.  But when Dar teased her about only wanting to do it to see the cadets naked, she actually seemed to reconsider.  Perhaps Auli's desire to see the cadets naked was stronger than her resistance to the idea of misbehaving with the blessings of someone in charge.  Tarrin promised to break the idea to Darvon in the morning, and that idea was shelved for the immediate future.
	All in all, it was an absolutely wonderful night.  Tarrin got to indulge in a little harmless fun--at least harmless for him--and it vastly improved his mood.  After the day he'd had, he needed to vent a little, and Auli provided the perfect means to let him relax.
	This wasn't to say that their activities went unnoticed.  The next morning, Jenna called him into her office and blasted him for going along with Auli, but even she laughed helplessly when she told him about the terrified Knight cadets who had been sent out to round up the magically enlarge bunnies before they got into the gardens and did some real damage.  It turned out that none of them really had any experience in wrangling horse-sized rabbits, and they caused something of a stampede among the herd.  There were huge pink fuzzy bunnies everywhere, trampling cadets, knocking holes in walls, even a few that managed to jump over the fence and terrorize the city.  Jenna may be the Keeper, but she was young enough to appreciate the joke.  Her amusement ended when she told him just who had to pay for all the damage, and she gave him a blistering ultimatum that any further "walks" with Auli and Dar had better not lead to the same chaos the next day.  She threatened to make the three of them go down into the cellar and round up every single rat that Auli had managed to put in there.  Then she laughed and told him that one of the Sorcerers, a strapping big Dal, had literally fainted when he saw all the rats.  It turned out the man had something of a phobia for rodents.  Then she laughed again and told him that he'd better not see the bunnies, or he'd have a heart attack.
	Despite the trouble, Tarrin had had too much fun the night before to be easily dissuaded, even by Jenna.  Being a troublemaker was new to him, but he had to admit that it was tremendously entertaining.
	The only one that even made him feel anywhere near sorry about the night before was Jasana.  Jula and Mist brought them out to the gardens and he spent time with them.  While Eron ran around aimlessly, Tarrin carried Jasana on his shoulders as they walked along the paths between fruit trees and beautiful flowers.  "You're being mean to Mama," she accused in a grim voice.
	"She was mean to me too, Jasana," he said mildly, knowing what this was about.
	"No, last night.  You went out with the Sha'Kar."
	"I did," he said calmly.  "She's my friend, sweetheart.  I like to spend time with her."
	"It makes Mama sad when you do that, Papa," she accused.
	"That's your mother's fault, not mine," he said with quiet adamance.  "I wasn't alone with her.  Dar was with us, so you know that nothing went on that made her mad at me in the first place.  Me and her and Dar just went out and had fun, just like you and Eron come out here and have fun."
	"You should be having fun with Mama."
	"Your mother is furious with me right now.  I wouldn't dare come near her."
	"Well, you're not making it better by going out with the Sha'Kar."
	Tarrin already knew that arguing with Jasana wasn't easy.  She was a very bright girl, and she had a maturity and grasp on subtle adult nuances that were beyond any child her age.  She was a fierce debater.  She already had her arguments lined up, and she was assaulting him with them one after another.
	"I may not be making it better, but I'm not about to alter my life to suit Jesmind," he told her in a voice brimming with parental authority.  "And I'm not going to make Auli feel bad just to suit Jesmind.  If she wants to be mad at me, that's fine.  But I'm not going to stop my life because she is mad at me, daughter."
	"I hate it when you two fight," she said in a small voice.  "I hate it.  I want it to stop."
	"So do I, Jasana," he sighed.  "But until your mother accepts me like I am, it's just not going to happen."
	"But you're not going to be like this forever," she complained.  "Why do we have to like you as a human?"
	"You don't," he told her.  "All I ask is that you take me as I am right now, just for right now.  Is that so hard?"
	There was a long pause.  "I don't know.  You're alot different now, Papa.  I don't understand you."
	"I know I am, kitten.  I don't really understand you and your mother either, but I'm trying to understand you.  But Jesmind won't even do that.  Now do you understand what I'm saying?  I just want her to try.  I'm not asking for anything more than what I'm willing to give in return, but she doesn't want any part of it.  That's what makes me so mad, kitten.  Your mother won't have any part of me unless she can have what she wants.  I don't think she's once thought about what I may want."
	Jasana was silent.  Obviously, Tarrin had struck on the one argument that she couldn't refute.
	"I'm not asking for you to accept me as a human, kitten.  I just want you and your mother to accept me as I am for right now.  I want to spend time with your mother.  Truth be told, I like her, and I'd like to get to know her better.  But she won't talk to me, she won't let me get close to her because she doesn't want to like me this way.  It's easier for her to be angry with me as a human, that way she doesn't have to like me."
	"Mama loves you, Papa.  I do too.  Can't you be with us again?  You promised me we'd be a family.  You can't do that unless you're Were again."
	"The future isn't set, kitten," he said soothingly.  "Until I get back my memory, nobody knows what's going to happen.  Not even me.  That's what we're all waiting for.  Once I get back my memory, I'll know what to do.  Until then, we just have to go with things as they are, one day at a time."
	"I don't like it," she said sullenly.  "I want you back."
	"I don't like it either, kitten.  You have no idea how much I hate not being able to remember things.  I see people they tell me were my best friends that don't talk to me as much as they would have if I did, because they don't know me.  I see people and places and things and know that they once had meaning to me, but I don't know what it is.  I know I loved people, but I can't remember them.  Don't you understand how that makes me feel?  When I first met you, I was heartbroken that it upset you to see me the way I was.  It hurt me to know that I couldn't even remember my own daughter's name.  I love you, Jasana, but I can't remember you at all.  That kills me inside."
	"But it'll all be better, Papa," she said.  "When you're you again, you'll know everything again."
	"I'll be me as soon as I get back my memory, kitten.  Whether I'm the human me or the Were-cat me doesn't make a difference, because both are still me.  Until I get back my memory, I really don't know who I am or what I want, so we're all waiting until Phandebrass finishes his magic.
	"It won't be you," she said in a small voice.  "At least not the you you're supposed to be."
	"That's what all this is about, Jasana," he told her.  "To find out who the real me is supposed to be.  And I won't know until I have my memory back."
	"You still shouldn't go around with that Sha'Kar," she said, coming full circle.  "It mak