rass, who endlessly sought to batter down his door and envelop him in the gale force winds of his overenthusiastic quest for answers.  Tarrin very nearly started hating the determined Wizard by the first public display of Faalken, which took place in the half-built House of Hands, which was to be the seat of the Parliament which was now meeting in hastily converted offices across the city.  The House of Hands was going to be a marble building with two wings and a large rectangular tower rising over the center that would have a sculpted relief on each of its four sides.  The first side would be Keritanima and a caption about her being the First Queen of Wikuna, which embarrassed her a little bit.  The second would be an image of a Wikuni sailor looking out over the sea, the third a series of smaller reliefs of the crests of each of the noble houses, and the fourth would be three Wikuni hands raised with palms facing.  One was noticeably belonging to Keritanima, a foxs hand.  It represented the three aspects of the governing body of the kingdom:  the crown, the Parliament, and the Supreme Barristry, which would oversee both of the other branches and make sure they operated within the law.  Tarrin found the idea a little ostentatious, but in a way, he understood that they were building it for posterity as much as they were for their current needs.  Five hundred years from now, Wikuni could look at that tower and see where they had begun, a monument to the time when Wikuna changed.
	That, of coure, brought up another irritation.  Keritanima had named him and Allia as prince and princess, which was nothing more than an empty title with no meaningat least to them.  To the Wikuni, however, that was another matter entirely.  He was now an official member of the Royal house, and that caused the commoners to treat him with a strange, mindless kind of adoration, the same adulation they showered on Keritanima.  They had no idea who he was, but they were shouting at him with adulation and almost giddy cries of regard, and found this bit of hero-worship to be very unsettling.  Jenna dealt with it every time she left the Tower and went out into the streets of Suld, but it was the first time anyone had ever acted in such a silly manner towards him.
	The commoners crowded as close as the Vendari and the Royal Guardsmen would allow as Keritanima presented the new Crown Prince to the Parliament, and then turned and held him up so the commoners could get a little better view of him than they got the day before from the balcony.  She allowed an artist there at the ceremony to draw pictures of Faalken, which were then published in the news publications that were sold from street corners the next morning.  Tarrin got a hold of one of them and took a look, and he was impressed at how accurate the young mouse Wikuni had been in portraying Faalken.  He got every detail perfect, right down to the grain of his fur, he even captured the dazzle in Faalkens green eyes.
	All of Wikuna went absolutely nuts over the new Crown Prince, a kind of hysteria Tarrin had never seen before.  Reproductions of the original illustrations that the mouse Wikuna had made were converted into cloth screens and printed by presses, and they were sold in simple wooden frames that one could hang upon the wall.  They were cheap, easy to produce, and in a matter of hours, it became the absolute must have item to own.  A likeness of the adorable tiger Wikuni infant was suddenly gracing at least one wall in nearly every dwelling in the capital city.  Some enterprising tailor got the idea to take a pattern of black cloth, sew it up, stuff it with raw sheeps wool, and sew little sparkling red flints to the head for eyes, which produced a little toy replica of Shadow.  He was suddenly inundated with requests for his little stuffed Hellhounds, just like the one that stood so sedately at the Queens feet when she presented her son to the kingdom.  Nobody quite knew what Shadow really was, but it was big, it was exotic, and it was obviously the Queens new pet, and that made it instantly adored.  Black dogs were suddenly treasured pets in Wikuna, and the price for one of them on the market quadrupled by morning.
	It was insanity.  Tarrin stood at the window that night and watched a celebration in the frigid Wikuna night with torches lighting a street that was filled with commoners who were dancing and revelling.  The declared official holiday had boiled over into the next day, and then the next, as the citizens of Wikuna refused to go back to work, continued to celebrate, and the frenzied hysteria that surrounded Keritanima absolutely exploded into near worship.  Tarrin had no idea that Keritanima was that popular with her subjects, and he had the feeling that Keritanima didnt either.  She seemed just as confused and amazed at what was going on out on the streets as anyone else, and Jervis had to ask her to issue a proclomation which was little more than a plea for the people to please return to their work and their lives and get back to normal.  Businesses were hurting--at least those who hadnt figured out a way to turn a profit off the situation--and cargo sat waiting on the docks to be loaded onto ships whose crews had not returned to them yet, they were so caught up in the celebration.
	Much to his surprise, the proclomation had its intended effect.  The calm request which was printed into the news journals and posted all over the city thanked the citizens for their support and their good will, and then requested that tomorrow, it would please her if the people put aside the partying and get back to normal.  Keritanima had sacrificed the third day to celebration, to give the people one more day to enjoy themselves, and have that last day to have fun before getting back to business.
	Tarrin spent most of those two days avoiding Phandebrass and pondering what was to come, at least when he wasnt with his mate and family.  He could come up with no solid ideas or plans quite yet, but he knew that it was going to take time.  Phandebrass was quite determined to track him down, but Tarrin was much better at hiding from him and his drakes than they were at finding him.  Phandebrass just wouldnt give up, however, which caused Tarrin, Allia, and Keritanima to meet that afternoon and decide that maybe it was time for the reunion to come to an official end.  If they didnt, someone was going to kill Phandebrass.  Besides, Allia needed to get Allyn home to prepare him for the branding, and Tarrin certainly had quite a bit on his mind.  So, at dinner, Keritanima got up and announced to the inner circle that Tarrin and Allia were going home in the morning.  And because they were the central core of their group, that meant that it was time for everyone to go home.
	Phandebrass looked terribly disappointed, and there was a kind of desperation about him during dinner that warned Tarrin that he might do something rash.  So he remarked to Jenna that he would be fetching Camara Tal the day after tomorrow and bring her to the Tower, so they could try to come to understand what had happened to him.  That brightened Phandebrass up quite a bit, as he finally seemed to realize that Tarrin was still willing to allow him to study him, just not right now.
	With Phandebrass suitably defused, it gave Tarrin time after dinner to spend with Keritanima.  Instead of spending it with her surrounded by his family, instead he found himself surrounded by hers.  Allia and Allyn were already starting his preparation, and most of the others decided to go down into Wikuna and engage in a little light revelling with the Wikuni, so Tarrin ended up with Fireflash, Blackfire, and Forge, acting as Hellhound babysitter as he spent the evening with Keritanima, Rallix, Jenawalani, the rabbit Wikuni Jervis, and the eternally present Binter and Sisska, with the new addition of the adolescent Kishaa.  Keritanima was still staying with fashionable robes, for her belly was still a bit tender and she didnt want to put on a constricting dress, and Rallix wore his customary plain blue doublet and black breeches.  Jenawalani wore a cream-colored gown with little embroidering aside from a crashing-wave design embroidered along the neckline and a narrow belt made of beaten gold.  Tarrin had spent many a night sitting in his favorite chair with Fireflash on his shoulder, but not often did he do so with Jenawalani in the room, and almost never with Jervis attending as well.  Tarrin knew Jenawalani and Jervis rather well, but it was the first time he saw them interact with each other.  He came close to accepting Jenawalani because she was Keritanimas sister, but Jervis presence kept him reserved, an observer, silently watching them interact.  Of course, just about all interaction revolved around Faalken.  Keritanima had shown surprising nonchalance to nurse him in the presence of Jervis and the maids and servants that occasionally entered and exited, but then again, that showed the level of trust that she had in her Minister of Intelligence, and Tarrin watched and listened as Rallix held his infant son, receiving gentle instruction in the fine art of it from his wife, learning the first lessons of an education that would make him a father.
	Then again, the servants were also an indication of that trust Keritanima had now.  Before, no one was allowed in Keritanimas private apartment, but now she permitted certain maids and servants to enter her private domain, those in whom she had placed a great deal of trust.  She truly was not the same vulnerable, paranoid, defensive young girl he remembered meeting in the Tower so many years ago.  Now she was a confident young queen that had learned to put her trust in others, though winning that trust could be a trying and long experience.  There were some six servants that Keritanima allowed into her private domain, a lizard-like male, a pair of nearly identical raccoon females, Amber, a male jackal-like Wikuni, and a burly bear female.  When not fetching and running errands, they kept the apartment clean, did the laundry, and anything else they could think of.  All six were very loyal to Keritanima, a loyalty that Keritanima was careful to cultivate in them with generosity and care for their welfare.  She paid them lavishly--almost obscenely for a servant, didnt overwork them, and made sure they had plenty of time to spend with their own families, and in return she gained six servants who would literally die for her.  They didnt really talk to Tarrin, except for Amber, anyway, and he ignored them for the most part.
	He watched as Rallix held his son, and it was hard to suppress a smile.  Rallix had no idea what he was doing.  Despite months of impending fatherhood, he seemed to have not learned a single whit of anythingthat, or he was still in some kind of shock or wonderment.  He looked down at Faalken with a mixture of surprise, love, awe, and not a little terror, overjoyed at the tiny bundle in his arms, but looking fearful that he might do something wrong.  A single touch from Keritanima put him immediately at ease, and she leaned against him as they both gazed down upon their son.
	That was a memory that would stay with him for the rest of his life.  Keritanima cuddled up with Rallix, as they looked down upon their drowsy infant with such undisguised love gracing their furry faces.  It was such a moment of serenity, peace, and togetherness that it struck him deeply.
	Sometimes, it was the simplest pleasures which were the best.
	Tarrin absently stroked Fireflashs flank, his eyes lost in thought as he considered the vision before him, feeling so happy that his sister had found such peace and contentment, but unsure of what was going to happen to him now.  It was more than just the gods on his mind, for hed been totally honest with Shiika.  He truly hadnt gotten over the shock of it all yet.  He was worried about his future, he was worried about his family, and he was also worried about what he would find out about his power.  It frightened him, it truly did, and it had very little to do with the fact that that power was what had the gods out for his head.  It was what that power meant that worried him most of all, the fact that it separated him forever from those around him.  He belonged with his sisters, he belonged with his mates, he belonged with his friends and family, but he no longer truly belonged.  With them, yes, but on Sennadarno.  His family and friends were the only real link he had with the mortal world now, and they were the only reason he wasnt going absolutely crazy with fear and anxiety.  Keritanima and Allia could probably tell that he wasnt nearly as calm about all this as he appeared.  He was very nearly afraid to go to the Tower and try to learn how this power worked, afraid to explore the limits of it.  Not because he was afraid of the power.
	He was afraid that it would make him drift further away.
	Even now he could feel the two pools of fire in his back, aching to be released from their confines and reassume the form that they seemed to envision for themselves, but he would not let them.  Even if they would let him fly, the price that he would have to pay would be too great.  That price would be embracing that which would forever cast him out of the world of the mortals, would forever make him feel like he no longer belonged, even in that place which was uniquely his.  His sisters, his family, they were all he had now, all that there was for him, aside from the possibility of a sympathetic ear in Shiika and the gentle love of the Goddess.
	But even she seemed distant to him now.  She was one of the Elder Gods, and that put her in the group that had the most interest in seeing him conveniently die.  She had not spoken to him since she came to him in Suld, and even the sense of her presence seemed distant to him now.  He knew that she loved him and that she wouldnt abandon him, but her withdrawing from him the way she seemed to have done so still hurt.  For a very long time, that gentle presence just within the Weave had bolstered the Were-cat, strengthened his resolve, provided comfort and strength to him when he needed it, but now it was not there.  For the first time in years, he truly felt alone, for he knew that the Goddess was not there, was not looking down upon him.  It was strange to think that that mattered so much to him now that it was all over, that she no longer needed to watch over him, but it did.  It felt like the intimate link between him and her had been severed, and that he no longer held the place with her than he held before it all happened.  He was adrift now, without guidance, without support, without help, and though he knew that it was utterly silly for it to bother him so much, it really, truly did.  Always before, he had had that support, had had that sense of security, and now it was gone.  All this time, he had been little more than a large child secretly craving the apron strings of his mother.  And now those strings were gone, and he was thrown out the front door and left to fend for himself.  It left him empty and bewildered, like a kitten lost in the woods, surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves.
	Aloneeven in this room with his sister Keritanima, he felt alone.  And it was a terrible feeling.
	At least she wouldnt be alone.  Keritanima had a husband she loved to distraction, who loved her as deeply in return.  She had a son, the ultimate fruition of her marriage to Rallix, and the completion of her own family, of her own secret dreams and desires.  All her life, all she had ever wanted was a family, people who would love her, people she could love in return, to fill the void left by the cruel upbringing of Damon Eram.  Tarrin and Allia had filled that void in her life, but others also filled that space inside of her, the others in Tarrins inner circle.  To her, Dar and Dolanna and Camara Tal and even Sarraya were family, but they were almost like in-laws, brought into the family by virtue of Tarrins relationship to them.  But now she had her own family independent of Tarrin and Allia, her own little private circle.  She had gained the family she had always wanted, and for that he could find nothing but happiness within him.  She deserved it.  After everything she had been through, no one deserved this more than Keritanima.  She was Queen and ruler, she was wife and best friend, she was sister and aunt, she was niece and daughterand now, now she was a mother.  Her life was now complete, and he knew, deep inside, that she would want for nothing for the rest of her days.
	As it should be.
	If there was nowhere left for his life to go, then he would ensure that the lives around him that mattered bloomed and flowered.  If he could never again be a part of their world, he would ensure that that world was theirs, and that it would surrender up to them everything he felt they were due.  If he could no longer live, then he would live through them, and their happiness would become his.
	For as long as his life lasted.
	Why so pensive? Keritanima asked him with a toothy grin.  Im not going to forget about you now that I have a son, Tarrin.
	Tarrin was quiet a very long moment, much longer than anyone else in the room would have comfortable with him being, as he did nothing but rhythmically stroke Fireflashs scaled flank.  Its nothing, he finally said in an eerily calm, measured voice.  Just thinking about the future.
	Thats always a good thing, she said, gazing at Faalken lovingly.  There are all sorts of plans we need to make.  The first of which is who youre going to marry, Jen, she said, giving her sister a wink.
	Hmph, she snorted.  Ive already got my mark down, she answered.  Im just waiting for the right time.
	Who?
	Rigel Plantan, she answered.  Hes the second son of Vora, she explained to Tarrin considerately.  I like him, hes cute, and the ties it would give my house to House Plantan are quite appealing.
	We dont have to do that anymore, Jen, Keritanima told her.
	Politically, no, but it would give me some leverage on Vora in certain financial matters, she said with a wink.  I think I could learn to love Rigel.
	Want me to go drag him back here and make him buy you silver goblet? Jervis asked seriously, which made all of the Wikuni burst into laughter.  The humor of it was lost to Tarrin and the Vendari.
	No, but thanks anyway, Jervis, she smiled.  Ill take care of it.  Its more fun if I do it myself.
	Well, Rigel is rather handsome, Keritanima said speculatively.  Im not sure how good of a brother-in-law hed be.  Hes a bit timid.  Timidity is not a good trait in this family.
	Hes shy, not timid, Jenawalani told her.  If you can get to be his friend, hes a very outgoing person.
	Oh, one of those you have to befriend before you can go after them, Keritanima chuckled.  Thats alright, then.  Tiella is a bit shy.
	No, Tiella is intimidated, Tarrin said absently.
	So whats so good about Rigel? Keritanima asked, clasping her hands and leaning against Rallixs shoulder, looking around him at her.
	Hes gentle and kind and sweet, she answered with a distracted smile.  Hes also a poet and a writer.
	No wonder I never saw him, Keritanima grunted.  That kind of person wouldnt get involved with noble intrigue.
	Not at all, she affirmed.  I went to a lot of trouble to get close to him.  I want a husband that has nothing to do with politics.  At all, she said with surprising intensity.  I want to wash my hands of it for the rest of my life.  Rigel would be the perfect husband for me.
	And him being second son of Vora Plantan doesnt hurt, Keritanima winked.
	No, not really, she admitted with a grin.
	I think our son is ready to be put to bed, Kerri, Rallix told her.
	Keritanima reached out and brushed her fingers lovingly against her sons furry face, weaving that same Mind spell.  He is, she answered.  Dont get used to this, love, she warned.  Newborns sleep most of the time, but soon enough well be begging him to go to sleep.
	I think I can live with it, he chuckled.  Come with me and make sure I do this right, dear.
	Certainly, she said.  They both got up and carried the infant towards the nursery, which had once been Keritanimas study.
	So, Kerri said youre going home tomorrow, Tarrin, Jenawalani said to him.  Youre still training in Druidic magic?
	He shook his head.  Im done with that, he answered her.  Ill be spending the next couple of months planning, and then I have a spell I have to create for Triana.  Im also probably going to be playing referee between Jesmind and Kimmie for about a month.
	Why?
	If Im not mistaken, a woman named Anayi is in Aldreth right now waiting for us to come home, he answered.  She wants to apprentice to Kimmie and learn Wizard magic.  Jesmind wont like that.
	Why not?
	First, because theyll be in the house.  Second, because me and this woman are friends, and Jesmind is extremely jealous.
	Ohhh, she sounded.  You think its going to be alright?  Ive never seen Jesmind mad before, but Kerris told me all sorts of horror stories.
	Theyre probably not far from the mark.
	So its going to be an endless cat fight?  No pun intended, she said with a sudden chuckle.
	No, not really, he told her.  Jesmind will get used to Anayi, so thats not a problem.  Its just that whenever Jesmind feels threatened, she takes it out on Kimmie.  Theres some history there.
	What kind of history?
	Jesmind was my mate first, he answered as Jervis gave him an attentive look.  But when we went to ShaKari, she couldnt come, because of Jasana.  Triana didnt want me to go alone, so she sent Kimmie as well.
	I know that part, Tarrin, Jenawalani told him.  You and Kimmie were mates.
	Among Were-cats, you can be mates and hate each other, Jen, he told her.  Kimmie loved me, and while we were mates, I fell in love with her too.
	I--ohhh, she said, her expression sober.  And Jesmind hates her because you dont love her anymore?
	I do love Jesmind, Jen.  I just love Kimmie too.  Jesminds forgiven me for falling in love with Kimmie, but shes never forgotten.  And I know she has some bad blood towards Kimmie too.
	Ouch, now I understand the complexities of your house, she grunted.  You live with a very jealous woman, and her main rival lives in the same house with her.
	That about sums it up, he agreed.  Jesmind keeps it under control most of the time, but whenever someone new comes around, her jealous nature flares up again until she gets a handle on it.  Shell be a bitch for the next month or so.
	Jenawalani laughed.  Tarrin, dont talk about your mate that way!
	Truth is truth, Jen, he said levelly.  Were-cats dont dance around the truth.  Jesmind is a bitch when she gets her fur ruffled the wrong way, and Anayis going to majorly ruffle her.
	I thought that the little races carried little wisdom, teacher, Kishaa said to Binter in a bass voice, but not as deep as Binter or Sisskas.  But the Were-cat speaks from the Holy Scroll as if he has read it.
	Some races display admirable traits, student, Binter replied.  The Were-cats understand the beauty of truth.  The Selani understand the importance of honor.  Ungardt understand the value of battle to improve ones self.  There is much to respect in other races.
	I will be guided by you, my teacher, Kishaa said humbly.
	I think Im going to ask Thean to come around, Tarrin grunted.  Jesmindll be much less cranky if theres another male in the house.  Besides, he wanted to come and study some of the artifacts I have in my library.
	Why will she be less cranky?
	Because she wont feel as threatened, he answered.  Especially if Kimmies smart enough to carry on with Thean while hes there.  And she is, he added, rubbing his chin with his finger.  Yes, that idea had quite a few points of merit to recommend it.  Thean would be more than happy to do it, he knew he would.  And since everyone liked Thean, even Tarrin, there wouldnt be any friction anywhere.
	TARRIN KAEL! an unimaginably huge voice seemed to explode from the very air, startling everyone in the room and sending Faalken into an instant storm of crying in the next room.  Keritanimas door seemed to flex, and then it absolutely evaporated under some kind of immeasurable force.  Beyond that door was Shiika, and Shiika was not hiding her true form.  The tall, blond, buxom Demoness stomped through that suddenly empty doorway, her wings actually smashing through the masonry to each side of the door as she marched inexorably through it.  Tarrin was up almost immediately, and before he knew what he was doing, what was going on, his wings seared through his vest and snapped out, flaring out to cover the area behind him with their volume, keeping Jenawalani, Jervis, and the servants between them and the furious Succubus.  Those servants were screaming in terror and running every which way, all of them except Amber, who stood there just beside and behind Tarrin and put both her furry hands Tarrins wing, then pushed it down far enough for her to be able to see.  Fireflash stayed on his shoulder, bristling and hissing at the Demoness, but the Hellhouds stayed right where they were, unwilling to engage their former mistress.  A strange red light glowed around both of Shiikas horns as she stormed into the room, displaying a terrible power that Tarrin had never seen before, and never wanted to see again, power that seemed to emanate from her in shimmering waves.
	And Shiika was a weak Demon?  He certainly didnt want to see a strong one!
	You--I--We--rrrRRRRRRRAAUUGGGHHH! she shouted in inarticulate rage, stomping a foot on the floor and snapping her wings fully out, as if to mirror his own.  Take it off!
	Take what off? he asked, sincerely confused.
	The geas!  Take it off NOW!
	Tarrin gave her a blank, frightened look.
	Panting, trying to regain her composure, she clenched her hands into fists and held them rigidly at her hips, head bowed, shoulders heaving, and a look of such baleful fury on her features that he honestly didnt understand why she didnt try to disembowel him with a loaf of stale bread.  You know damn well what Im talking about!  Take it off right now!
	Y-You said you couldnt attack me, he stammered fearfully, and it was real fear.  It wasnt that he was facing an enraged Demon that frightened him so much.  At that moment, he wasnt facing a Demon, he was facing one seriously ticked off woman.
	And between an angry Demon and an angry female, hed take the Demon every time.
	I want to hurt you so bad I can taste it, she seethed.  Now take off this geas so I can rip off your face!
	Gee-ahs?  What is that?
	Her red eyes glowered at him for a long moment, then her wings relaxed.  You dont know, she said, then she laughed ruefully, scrubbing the back of her head with her hand just like he always did when he felt foolish.  Well, you didnt do it on purpose.  I thought you did.  Thats why I was so pissed off.
	Shiika, what in the hells is going on? he asked in complete confusion.
	A lot more than I thought, she grumbled to herself, then she blew out her breath and folded up her wings.  Tarrin did the same, but he tensed up when she took a step towards him.  I was wrong.  You do have some capability when youre hiding your wings.  You put a  geas on me.
	What?
	A geas is a magical compulsion to either do something or not do something.  It doesnt stop me from either doing it or not doing it, but if I break the geas, it causes me pain.  You geased me to not do something.  Well, I did it to myself, now that I look at it, she said in irritation.  And youre going to take it off.  Now.
	I, I dont know how, he said helplessly, totally baffled and confused.  What did I do?  How did it happen?
	When I told you I wanted to be your friend, it put a geas on me, she said in a seething voice, glaring at him.  Now Im geased to uphold my promise to you!  When I realized it was there, I got pissed off at you, and I wanted to punish you for it, and it broke the geas!  Do you know how whacked out Ive been for the last half a hour, Tarrin?  And its all your fault! she screamed at him.
	Youre in pain because you want to hurt him, but wanting to hurt him is whats causing you the pain, Jenawalani said in a clinical kind of manner, paused for just a second, and then she burst out laughing.
	If looks could kill, Jenawalani would be so dead that even Death Herself wouldnt have known what to do about it.
	The reasoning behind it did seem a littleodd.  And there she was, panting and raving and carrying on like a lunatic, and all she had to do to make it stop was calm down.  But she couldnt calm down, and that made it worse, which only made her even less calm.  It was a vicious cycle, and Tarrin felt sorry for her that it happenedit was all an accident after all, he didnt even know what was going on.
	But Jenawalanis laughter cast the entire affair in a new light, and in that moment, despite how terrifying Shiika had been when she made that rather dramatic entrance, he couldnt help but find a strange humor in it.  Her laughter echoed in his ears, and despite his best efforts, it infected him.  Much to Shiikas shock, chagrin, and humiliation, Tarrin burst into laughter himself.
	Tarrin!  Stop it right now!  Im warning you! she said in a furious hiss, but the threat had no weight.  If the geas made her feel pain if she wanted to hurt him, then it would incapacitate her if she tried to actually do anything to him.  Her indignation only made it that much funnier, and he laughed even harder.
	To Shiikas intense pique, she actually blushed, which sent Tarrin to the floor in helpless waves of laughter.
	Tarrin, Shiika growled, youre embarrassing me in front of the mortals! she said in a humiliated hiss, glowering at Jenawalani, who was still laughing.
	I--I--Im sorry, Tarrin said with a few snickers, managing to regain his composure with a deep breath.  How do I get rid of it?
	Oh, my, Jenawalani said between giggles, wiping her eyes.  That was classic.
	Shiika fixed the mink with an unholy stare, and much to her surprise, it had the exact opposite effect of sending Jenawalani back into throes of mirth.
	Just release me from my promise, Shiika said in a low, fuming tone.
	I, uh,