 she would intentionally disobey him, specifically to be sent home, a punishment that would in itself be her salvation from an unwanted situation.  He had quite a surprise for her when she did, because she wasn't going.
	Tarrin worried about his daughter, because, to put it quite bluntly and fully blaming himself, she was spoiled.  She wasn't doted upon, nor was she given all that she desired, her kind of spoiling was the kind of a child that would stoop to any means necessary to get her own way.  That was just as bad as a doting parent lavishing a child with gifts, but it was alot harder to break, because of Jasana's very powerful will.  A year or more of concentrated effort from both parents had done very little to break their cub of her conceited mannerisms, an outlook where what she wanted was more important than absolutely everything else in the world.  Tarrin blamed himself because he still had yet to change her.  Even now, she was just as conniving, cunning, underhanded, and ruthless as she had been when he'd first met her.  Her tactics had changed somewhat, but that was only because things recently hadn't required anything absolutely drastic in order to secure her own desires.  He had little doubt that if she was continually refused her wishes, she would resort to drastic acts to secure her desired outcome.  Tarrin was dealing with a child that had intentionally put herself in danger by tapping into her magical power to force her father to remain with her, then intentionally turned him against his will because she wanted him to be Were.  This was a child capable of almost anything if she wasn't getting what she wanted, and given her power and her magical gifts, that was a combination that had disastrous possibilities.  She had to learn responsibility, responisiblity for her actions and a responsibility in using her magical gifts.  And the desert was an excellent teacher of responsibility.
	Tarrin knew Jasana very well, probably better than she knew herself.  He knew all the signs of when her mind was at work, and if he knew what she wanted, he could usually predict what she was going to do.  That insight into his daughter's complicated little mind, an insight that, admittedly, was partially granted to him because of his experience with Keritanima, was his one true weapon in his war to change her.
	Perhaps he should have known that it was going to be much harder.  The Were-cat mind itself made it very difficult to force change from outside, because of the tendency to ignore the past.  A Were-cat lived now, and what happened in the past, though remembered, carried very little weight or impact to them.  It could be said with great certainty that Were-cats were doomed to endlessly repeat the mistakes they made in the past, because the learning experience from those mistakes didn't impact them as much as it did most other sentient beings.  Since it was in the past, it really didn't matter.  That attitude allowed them to forget fights and other things that could be forgotten, but it also made it harder for them to learn from their mistakes.  Tarrin himself suffered from that phenomenon to some degree, but not nearly as bad as some other Were-cats, like Jesmind.  Tarrin tended to overlook things in the past that didn't have such an impact that they stood out in his mind, meaning that only things that killed someone really made him sit up and take notice of them.
	That wasn't to say that Jasana hadn't had some traumatic work done on her.  The punishment she'd received after turning Tarrin Were was brutal, almost merciless, but unlike an adult, who would mark those consequences and strive to avoid having it happen in the future, Jasana hadn't shown the same wisdom.  She was only a child, no matter how mature she seemed from time to time.  Jasana's child mind had buried that wicked punishment, ignored it, tried to forget it, and once the consequences were taken off the table in her mind, that left her free to pursue the acts that brought about the punishment in the first place.  In a way, he was sure that before she embarked on her crusades of connivery, she did consider the consequences, if only for a moment.  But unless the punishment was something so ghastly that it wasn't worth it, she would make the attempt.  Jasana was a very subtle little girl sometimes, and all of her manipulation wasn't always evident, even to him.
	The question he always asked himself was what it would take.  If not even turning her father, a crime punishable by death in the laws of Fae-da'Nar, had been enough to dissuade her, then what would?  What would it take to finally open Jasana's eyes to the simple fact that life wasn't about getting her own way all the time?  Punishing her didn't seem to do it, because the nature of the Were-cat mind would make her give the consequences less and less weight in her mind.  He knew that he had to make her want to change, that was the only way that it was going to happen.  No Were-cat could be forced to do something they didn't want to do.  It was a simple truth.  And maybe Tarrin and Jesmind pushing on Jasana was making her resistant to it, just the same as her parents.  Both of them were incredibly stubborn, and they would often dig in their heels and resist something with all their might, even if they were wrong or if it needed to be done.  That kind of pig-headed contrariness wasn't something he was proud of, but he had to admit that he was like that.  So was Jesmind.  That was something that he hadn't really considered before, but it certainly seemed possible.  Maybe the key to changing Jasana's behavior was not to try.
	Yes.  Now he understood.  And coming to the desert would probably give him the opportunity to do to Jasana what she'd been doing to them ever since she was born...manipulate someone to gain his own way.  In fact, now that he looked at the idea and the possibilities the desert presented, he realized that he'd have any number of chances here.
	Tarrin glanced at his daughter, who was chewing on what looked like the leg of some reptillian animal without too much enthusiasm, her face screwed up in a mask of distaste.  He was absolutely certain now that she wouldn't like the desert at all.
	Allyn joined him as Allia finished packing her things, getting ready to move.  "You're quiet," he noted as he looked out towards the southeast.
	"Just organizing some things," he answered.  "So, now that I have you where Allia can't overhear, how is it?"
	Allyn understood what he meant.  "Alot harder than I thought, but not as hard as I feared," he answered.  "But I'll persevere.  She's worth it in my eyes."
	"She's worth anything, Allyn," Tarrin told her sincerely.
	"I knew you'd understand how I feel," the Sha'Kar laughed quietly.
	"How is her clan handling it?"
	"Not well," he frowned.  "Her father doesn't like me, and most of her tribe thinks I have no right being here.  I think they're alot harder on me because they want me to fail, to have a reason to exile me from the clan."
	"Then that will make the success all the sweeter," Tarrin told him.
	"I know," he answered.  "Now, I endure just to see the looks on their faces when they're finally proven wrong.  When I earn the brands, I fully intend to get all the revenge I'll ever want."
	Tarrin chuckled.  "That Sha'Kar pettiness is showing."
	"Better honest pettiness than dishonest friendship," he said bluntly.  "Some of the Selani pretend to be my friend, and they're trying to give me advice that's going to make me fail.  Allia's already had several squabbles with Selani that used to be her friends because of it, and that worries me, Tarrin," he sighed.  "I love her, but I don't want her to be a pariah in her own tribe.  Her father's unhappy with her, and her tribe resents her bringing me here.  Even if I prove myself and earn the brands, I don't think they'll ever accept me."
	"Allia's resilient, Allyn," he said confidently.   "And you don't understand Selani very well.  If you do earn the brands, then you'll cease being a Sha'Kar and become a Selani.  At that point, all the hostility you've seen from her tribe and clan will disappear like it never happened.  Those brands come from Fara'Nae, not the clan.  And the clan won't even dare to presume that they know more about someone than the Holy Mother."
	"Is that how they see you?"
	"I have no idea how they see me," he answered.  "Allia broke the rules when she branded me, and I'm sure I'll get a little hostility from the Selani because of it.  But they won't be openly hostile.  The fact that I did get the brands means that Fara'Nae allowed Allia to carry it out, and that means that I'm accepted by the Holy Mother.  That's an awfully powerful argument on my side."
	"What do you mean, get the brands?"
	"They don't use a branding iron, Allyn," he told him.  "The power that brands you comes from Fara'Nae. The Selani really have nothing to do with it, outside of a little ceremony beforehand.  If she doesn't think you're ready, you're not branded.  If she thinks you're ready, but you flinch, you take a bad brand, and that's a colossal social blunder.  Selani who take bad brands leave the clans and usually die alone in the desert.  A Selani has two chances to take a brand.  Two chances to see if Fara'Nae thinks he's ready for the responsibilities of adulthood.  If the Holy Mother won't brand you the second time, it's just like taking a bad brand.  It means that the Holy Mother doesn't think you're responsible enough to be an adult, and it's social death for the Selani in question."
	"Allia never told me that," Allyn mused.
	"She won't.  The tribe's Priest is responsible for teaching you about the customs involving the Holy Mother.  No lay Selani would dare speak to you about them, because they would never presume to speak for the Holy Mother.  Has the tribe's Priest talked to you yet?  Aren't you sitting in with the other children when she teaches them about those things?"
	"She's one of the ones most adamant about seeing me fail," he said glumly.  "She won't let me anywhere near her."
	"Now that's wrong," Tarrin frowned.  "She'd better be real careful, or Fara'Nae's going to get very mad at her.  Does Allia know about this?"
	Allyn shook his head.  "I don't put those things on her, Tarrin.  I don't want her feeling any more unhappy than she is now.  I feel guilty enough about it as it is."  He looked up at Tarrin curiously.  "Aren't you worried about speaking for Fara'Nae, Tarrin?" he asked with a slight smile.
	"Gods don't scare me, Allyn," he said offhandedly.  "You can blame Mother for my rather cavalier attitude concerning them."
	From out of nowhere, a very hot wind passed over them, conveying some measure of indignance, but also some measure of amusement.
	"See?" Tarrin said, holding out a paw.  "That was Fara'Nae.  She thinks my attitude is funny, but she can't help but be a little offended.  I guess even gods have preconceptions."
	Allyn laughed. "I think I'd better step clear of you before a lightning bolt comes out of the blue and fries you where you stand," he teased.
	"I'm sure they're standing in line for the opportunity," he said dryly.  "I'll bet they've been drawing lots or something."
	Allyn laughed again, putting his hand on Tarrin's shoulder, having to reach up a considerable amount to do so.  "Well, I see when Allia said that travelling with you would be entertaining, she wasn't lying."
	They were ready to go quickly after that, and after Allia fed Kedaira, they were on the move.  Tarrin begged off at first, telling them they'd catch up, and watched them run towards the southeast.  Eron and Jasana had no trouble keeping up, but he could see the petulant gait of his daughter, broadcasting her displeasure with having to run.  He had the feeling that someone wanted him to wait a moment, and he had an idea who that was.  "I take it you had something to say?" he asked aloud.
	I am not that petty, kitten, the voice of Fara'Nae touched him, tinged with amusement.
	"All gods are petty, Holy Mother," he retorted with a sly smile.  "This is about Allyn, I take it?" he asked absently, watching them move away from him.  "Do you want me to do something to the tribe's Priest?"
	I am more than capable of dealing with her, kitten, she answered.  And no, it's not about Allyn.  It's about you.  I know what you have in mind, and I agree with what you're doing.  Do you need my help?
	He hadn't considered that before.  "Actually, I think you could put a beneficial hand in here and there.  Since you know what I'm doing, I think you'll know best how to help, the same as you did with me.  I bow to your wisdom in the matter, Holy Mother."
	I already have an idea or two in mind, she answered.  I had a talk with Niami, and she's agreed to allow me to deal with Jasana, just as she let me deal with you.
	"You'd better be careful, Holy Mother, or you're going to become the repository for dealing with problem Were-cats."
	She laughed.  I have a quota, my child.  Jasana fills it for the century.  After this, the next problem Were-cat is some other god's handful, not mine.
	"Well, I'm glad it was you this century.  I feel confident putting my daughter in your hands, Holy Mother."
	I appreciate your trust, my kitten, she told him.
	"I hope you got some serious concessions out of Mother, Fara'Nae," he told her.  "If Mother keeps dumping her problem children on you, anyway."
	Tarrin!  You behave! the voice of the Goddess touched him, a rather tart and authoritative one.
	"Yes, Mother," he said mockingly.
	Do you see what I have to deal with, sister? the voice of the Goddess echoed plaintively in his mind, obviously using him as a conduit through which to communicate with Fara'Nae.  Now do you understand why I have gray hair?
	It's your own fault, old friend, Fara'Nae laughed.  You're the one that gives him such leeway.  Don't be surprised when it rears up and bites you on the butt.
	"You're the one that's always told me to be honest, Mother," he said with a light smile.  "Besides, I'm talking to the Holy Mother, not Ayise or another Elder God, someone who knows my mind.  She knows I'm not being serious.  She knows how highly I regard you, and she also knows that it's alright for loved ones to occasionally tease one another."
	Well, he can fast-talk almost as well as Jasana, that much is apparent, Fara'Nae chuckled.
	Where do you think she got it from? the Goddess replied.
	I think you'd better catch up with the others, before your Mother spanks you, Tarrin, Fara'Nae's voice touched him, rich with amusement.  It's not going to be easy on her, but I think I can do something about your cub.  You know what I have in mind?
	Tarrin nodded.  "She's not going to sleep very well for a while, is she?"
	It worked on you, I think it will work on her, she affirmed.
	Tarrin sighed.  "I'm not going to like watching her go through that, but I guess it's necessary."
	Necessity overcomes parental compassion all the time, my child.  I'm certain she'll be furious with you when she finds out you had a hand in it.
	"I can deal with that, Holy Mother."
	Then let me deal with her.  You can continue your own plans, but please scale them back.  You know how it will go on her.
	"I have an idea.  If I push too hard, let me know, Holy Mother.  I'll back off."
	I will keep you advised, kitten.
	If only you were so conciliatory for me, the voice of the Goddess intruded, which made Tarrin laugh.  He knew it for the bald-faced lie that it was.
	"Just for that, I'm going to be extra-unmanagable, Mother," he teased.
	You mean you can be even more stubborn than you are now? the Goddess retorted with open amusement.
	"I think I could, if I really put my mind to it," he answered her, which made both goddesses laugh.  That pleased him to no end, that he could do that.
	You have to catch up to them, kitten, so off with you, Fara'Nae commanded.  I don't like repeating myself.
	"As you command, Holy Mother," he said.  He glanced up at the morning sky, then he put on his visor and stretched out into a ground-eating lope that would allow him to catch up with the slower moving figures ahead very quickly.

	Tarrin found out that Jasana didn't like a whole lot of physical activity that day.
	What started out as sullen silence became petulant whining by lunchtime, as Jasana complained about running and kept at her father to have her carry them to where they were going.  This mystified Tarrin, since she was a Were-cat, and that meant that physical exertion was something that would be nothing to her.  It wasn't like she was getting tired or anything, and the desert's blistering heat didn't affect her.  And she was rather active back home, staying out with Eron all day and playing in the forest, easily being more active than she was being now.  Allia had set a ridiculously slow pace just for the children, barely more than a jog, because she didn't want to overheat Eron as he got acclimated to the brutal desert climate.  He realized that she wasn't complaining because of the exertion, she was complaining because she simply didn't want to run.  She wanted to be there now, and running wouldn't get them there now.  Again, it was Jasana trying to get what Jasana wanted, despite the fact that she would be breaking Selani tradition and law, and none of the others wanted to do what she wanted to do.  Tarrin ignored her complaints during lunch, as they waited out the hottest part of the day in the shade of an overhang looming over them from a rather large rock spire.
	When they started again, Jasana's whining turned into incessant compaints and unflattering observations about the desert.  She got more and more acidic as the day progressed, as she voiced her displeasure by being as disagreeable as she could possibly be.  She even tried Allia's patience, and Allia had incredible patience when dealing with her beloved niece.  But when she said that it was stupid that the Selani ran everywhere, insulting Allia's customs, she crossed the line.  Tarrin stopped them and chastised his daughter on the spot, and he was not gentle in his spanking of her.  A Were-cat as big as him had some formidable power in his arms, and he unleashed it on his daughter's bare backside without mercy.  Then he told her in no uncertain terms that she was going to run because he told her she was going to run, and no amount of whining or complaining was going to change it, so she'd better just shut up and do what she was told, or he'd really get angry.  Jasana had seen her father angry before, and even she knew that that was the one thing she did not want to happen.
	For his part, Tarrin was flabbergasted.  He'd never seen her act like this before, and he was privately very worried.  He had no idea what was causing such terrible behavior, and he'd never heard of any Were-cat cub that acted like that before.  At least in one thing he was grateful, though, and that was that the Holy Mother would start on her as soon as she went to sleep.  Fara'Nae's assistance in showing his daughter the danger of her behavior was a very welcome thing.
	When they stopped for the night, camping against a low cliff that ran for several hundred spans, they got the fire going and enjoyed a dinner of wild sukk.  Tarrin rather liked sukk, for it was richer and more flavorful than any other bird he'd eaten, kind of like a spicy texture within the dense, somewhat tough meat.  Eron ate enough for three of him, and even Jasana, who had complained all day, had to admit that she liked it as well.  She didn't do it very graciously, making it sound like sukk meat was the only good thing in the entire desert, but it was a concession that not everything in the desert was bad.  After dinner, Tarrin sent both cubs to bed, and spent time talking with Allia and Allyn around the fire.  He kept a close eye on the tent holding Eron and Jasana, for he knew what was coming.  It may take some time for Fara'Nae to get into her dreams, but it would happen.
	Well after Allia and Allyn retired to their tent, Tarrin stayed by the fire, not really noticing its heat as he stared out into the darkness.  He could hear the plaintive moaning of at least two Sandmen out there, the strange creatures that roamed the desert at night.  Legend said that they were the souls of those who had died due to the desert's harsh environment, and now roamed the desert seeking out sentient beings on which to release their wrath.  They would ignore animals, only attacking sentients like Selani or humans, enveloping them in their insubstantial bodies and trying to smother them with the sand trapped in the swirling air that made up their corporeal forms.  Tarrin had never seen one, only having had them described to him, and he wasn't entirely curious about seeing one, either.  Some things were best left a mystery.  Kedaira padded over closer to the fire, beside Tarrin, and hunkered down sedately.  Tarrin put his paw on her head and stroked it absently as he listened to the empty moaning of the Sandmen, using their sounds to determine that they were well away from the fire, well away from the light which repelled them, and they were no threat.
	His ears swivelled when he heard Jasana's strangled gasp, and a few seconds later she erupted from the tent quickly.  Her eyes locked on him, and the most profound look of relief he had ever seen washed over her face.  She padded to him quickly and climbed into his lap.
	"What's the matter with you, cub?" he asked gently, knowing the answer.
	"I had a bad dream," she said in a little-girl voice, a voice he didn't hear very often anymore.  Lately, Jasana had been trying to act more mature, like an adult, using Triana as her model.  But the voice he heard from her now was one of total vulnerability, very much the child needing comfort.  Tarrin wrapped his arm around her and let her snuggle in against him, and he felt how she clutched at him with her little paws, even digging her claws in, felt how fast her heart was beating as it hammered against him, through her chest.  That had to be some nightmare, he realized.  Fara'Nae always did know the most cutting way into one's soul.
	It pained him to see her so upset, but he knew that it had to be done.  Of course, the logical part of him had a hard time convincing the nurturing parent in him that it was necessary, not when he had his child in his arms, trying to soothe her after her nightmare.  Tarrin had learned long ago that Jasana didn't require coddling or cooing when she was upset.  All she wanted was an open lap, warm arms to enfold her, and just the calming presence of one of her parents.  For her, that was enough.  So Tarrin didn't baby-talk her or stroke her hair--at least not that much--just letting her feel him holding her, letting her fill her nose with his scent, letting her take comfort in his nearness to allow her to calm down.
	He looked down at her while she calmed down, her heart slowed, her grip on him eased.  Such a unique little child.  He still found it hard to believe that she was one of the most powerful magicians on Sennadar, but all he had to do was look at her to see that.  The Weave pulled towards her just as it did for him, pulled towards her as all the excess magical energy in the local strands pooled around her, as if getting as close to her as it could in case she had need to call upon it.  She attracted magical energy just like he did, and when they were so close together, their combined effect on the Weave was almost enough to pull flows out of the strands without any intent from them.  Maybe it was a good thing that she was so obsessed with Sorcery, since it taught her how to control her immense power.  But then again, he was more worried about how she would use that power, not how well she could control it.  She had to learn the responsbility of her power, not just the power itself, or she could be a problem.
	Problem or not, she was still his daughter, and come what may, he would love her.  He felt her totally relax against him, felt her breathing change as she fell asleep, and how much of a terror she was when she was awake was totally forgotten.  When they weren't causing trouble, children were absolute delights.  The problem was, all children seemed to have an instinctual need to cause trouble.
	It was the parents' curse, he mused with a silent chuckle.  He couldn't count the times he'd heard his parents tell him "when you have children, I hope they're as much trouble as you are!"  A powerful curse, that one.  And totally effective.
	Tarrin held her like that for quite a while, letting her sleep, until Allia awoke and took over sentry duty from him.  The look she gave him when he told her Jasana had had a nightmare was direct and profound; he had the feeling that Allia had an idea what was happening.  How she knew, he had no idea, but he thought that she did.  Then again, there was quite a bit more to Allia than met the eye, even surprising him sometimes.  Tarrin didn't feel very sleepy, so he put Jasana back into her bedroll and sat up with Allia, and they took the opportunity to talk without others there to hear them, catching up on things and telling each other all those secrets they'd been saving up for when they were face to face, renewing the powerful bond that made them so close.
	Jasana had no other nightmares that night, but she looked sandy-eyed and a bit haunted when she woke up in the morning.  Tarrin didn't make any kind of show out of it, and he was surprised that it had left her so subdued.  She didn't complain at all during breakfast, and she ran with them without any snide comments or acidic observations about the desert.  He could smell her inner turmoil whenever he got close to her, and Eron could too; in fact, Eron could sense more about it than Tarrin could, for his son had an exceptionally acute sense of smell, even for a Were-cat.  Where Tarrin could smell emotions and smell it when people lied, Eron could smell changes in very subtle moods, and he could tell just from scent exactly how strong an emotion was in someone.  Tarrin couldn't do that.  Jasana's being upset had an effect on Eron, as he went out of his way to try to be accommodating for her, and trying to cheer her up.  But he didn't ask her what the problem was, and that made Tarrin a little curious.  He asked his son when they stopped for the midday heat, taking shade behind a rock spire.  "I know she had a nightmare, Papa," he told him.  "She woke me up when she got out of the tent, and I never smelled so much fear on her.  I think the nightmare scared her more than just any old nightmare.  Scary things like that aren't easy to forget."
	That surprised Tarrin.  Not that his son had noticed Jasana's nightmare, but that he seemed to understand what kind of an effect one could have on someone.  Very little scared Eron or put him off, which both made him an amusing cub and made him a handful when trying to keep his paws out of danger, but Tarrin saw that Eron had an understanding of it, even if it didn't really affect him.  It also told him that Fara'Nae's technique was already at work.  Tarrin remembered how the nightmares had affected him, had quite nearly drove him mad.  Even to this day, the eyeless face sent chills through him and made him cringe inwardly.  Fara'Nae was quite adept at finding what would work most effectively and unleashing it on her subject.  He pitied his daughter, but knew that it was necessary.
	For three days and nights, it was the same.  Jasana grew withdrawn and morose by day, and every night she stumbled from the tent and sought refuge in her father's arms after another nightmare.  She trembled more and more every night, and it took her longer and longer to calm down afterwards, to the point where Tarrin was starting to get worried and very nearly asked Fara'Nae to stop.  But that was the concern of a parent who hated seeing his child in pain, and he knew it.  The other part of him knew that it had to continue, or else Jasana would do something to cause more pain to others or herself than this.
	On the fourth night, Tarrin felt that it was time to try to do something about it.  After Jasana had come out to seek comfort from him after another nightmare, well after she had calmed down but before she fell asleep, Tarrin finally broached the subject.  "Sometimes it helps to talk about it, cub," he said gently.  "This is four nights in a row.  Sometimes how we feel makes us have bad dreams, so if we can find out what's making the bad dreams, we can try to fix it.  So, what's on your mind?"
	"I-It's nothing, Papa."
	"What are the dreams about, cub?  Maybe that will help.  Tell me about it."
	"I don't remember," she lied, not even sounding half convincing about it.
	"Well, when you're ready to talk about it, I'll be here, Jasana."
	She was silent a considerable time.  "Papa?"
	"What is it, cub?"
	"I'm sorry."
	"What about?"
	"About putting the blood in the potion.  I just wanted you back, like you're supposed to be."
	Tarrin smiled gently, though she couldn't see it.  So, that's how she went about it.  "It's alright, cub.  Everything worked out, and you paid for it.  Boy, did you ever pay for it," he chuckled humorlessly.
	"I never told you I was sorry.  Well, not when I meant it," she said in a vulnerable voice.
	"You weren't sorry, Jasana," he said in a gentle yet firm voice.  "I still don't think you're sorry.  But I'll accept your apology anyway, regardless of how fake I think it is."
	Despite everything, that provoked a short giggle from her.  She put her claws into him just a little and hugged him.  "I love you, Papa."
	"And I love you, you terrible little pain in the neck," he said with a gentle smile, putting his arm around her.
	As if the confession had lifted a burden from her, Jasana was more cheerful the next day.  She didn't speak much, but her expression lacked the somber quality it had had the last few days.  Allyn mentioned it to Tarrin as they ran that morning, and Tarrin explained that Jasana was having something of a conscious attack about her past misdeeds.  Allyn accepted it as the half-truth it was, glancing meaningfully at the little girl as she jogged along beside Eron behind them, with Kedaira bringing up the rear.
	They stopped for a break in the late morning in a wide flat plain filled with green scrub bushes and large rocks scattered among them.  There was a very small flock of wild sukk on the far side of the scrub meadow, which was considerably large, almost a square longspan of it, new growth from where the water table under the ground ha