Demons.
	On our world, yes, Dolanna told her.  The rules must be different here, Miranda.
	True that, but if a Priest summons Demons, then the god he serves must be in league with them. She shuddered.  I dont even want to think about that.  Gods collaborating with Demons?  Its, itstheres no words for it!
	Exactly, Tarrin said flatly, glaring at the chubby little man as he stalked over to him.  Val had Demons who served him.  This One sounds no different than Val.  He sat down sedately on the ground in front of the Priest.  If he tries to talk, just grind your foot in him, Mist, he ordered.  He needs to be able to speak for this to work, but I dont want him trying to cast any more spells.
	My pleasure, my mate, she nodded.
	Wh-What are you going to do to me? he blubbered thickly, trying to speak with a broken jaw.
	Im going to use magic on you, he answered cooly as he took out his spellbook and spoke the word that made it expand to its full size.  My companions dont speak your language.  Youre going to teach it to them.  After that, Im going to leave you here.  Im sure the villagers here will take very good care of you.
	Good idea, Sarraya said as she winked into view, and landed in front of the Priest, who was whimpering and blubbering in abject terror at the idea of being left to the tender mercy of the very people he terrorized himself.  His face turned white when he saw her, and she stuck her tongue out at him.  Hes fat while everyone else is rail thin, she noticed.  I dont think the others like him very much.
	Theyll probably kill him, Azakar said in a tone that said he certainly hoped they would.
	Theyll do whats proper, all right, Ulger said with an evil little laugh.
	Those villagers, who had run away to hide, were slowly creeping back out, like frightened mice coming to see if the cat had gone away.  They were too afraid to come any closer, however, and Tarrin really didnt blame them all that much.  After all, he and Mist was obviously non-human, and from the sound of it, theyd been taught all their lives that non-humans were evil.  Tarrin found the spell he was looking for, and quickly memorized it.  It required no material component to cast, but it would take nearly three minutes to complete.  Hed have to chant three incantations over and over again while the magic gleaned the language out of the Priest and deposited into his friends.  It was the Wizard version of the Druidic spell that did more or less the same thing, something Phandebrass would have immediately sought to do once he realized they couldnt speak the language.  But unlike the Druid version, this one would teach multiple people at the same time, having an area of effect around the one who was supplying the language.  All they had to do was be inside that area of effect, and theyd be magically taught every language the man knew.
	Tarrin spoke the word to shrink his spellbook and put it away, then stood up.  Everyone get around our fat friend, he called.  We have to be within six spans of him for this to work.
	Wholl look after the horses? Ulger asked.
	Ill tell them not to stray, Haley said.  I cant use my magic, but I can still address animals.  That doesnt really require power to do.  Its a trick all Druids learn.
	I forgot about that, Sarraya chuckled.
	Thats why Im glad we have at least one experienced Druid along, Tarrin said.
	And what are you, Mister I can make my own spells? she flared.
	Not as experienced as Haley, even if I can use stronger magic, he told her.
	And Im not experienced? she accused.
	You might be, but making you think straight for long enough to apply that experience is the trick, he answered.
	Well! she huffed.  Im insulted!
	The truth hurts, Ulger said with a sly wink at the Faerie.
	You are so starting to go up on my list, iron-butt, she said dangerously.
	Fine.  Wanna duel? he asked in a swaggering manner, patting his huge broadswords hilt.
	Children, Dolanna snapped.  Dismount and gather around the Priest, so that Tarrin may get this done quickly.  It may not be well for us to tarry now that we have attacked their cleric.
	That sorry lots not going to give us any trouble, Dolanna, Ulger grunted, looking at the villagers, who were hiding behind the walls.  The men on the walls still looked down with their crude bows, but they were not firing at them.
	Tarrin ignored them, taking off the charm as they all gathered around the Priest, and then he started the spell.  He chanted the first part again and again and again, allowing the magic to infuse the Priest and find his language.  When it was donehe could sense ithe started the next incantation, which implanted that knowledge into the minds of everyone within six spans of the Priest.  Again, he chanted the same incantation over and over as he felt that knowledge implant itself into his mind, much faster than it had been lifted from the Priest, then when it was done, he chanted the third part, which sealed the spell and made the gaining of that knowledge stick.  It wasnt permanent, but so long as they used the language frequently, the spells effect would last until they stopped speaking it.  Only when they actively stopped using the language would it start to fade from their minds.  It would carry them well through until they left this world and went home.
	The Priest, to his surprise, spoke three languages, and all three were picked up and implanted into them.  He paused a second to sort them in his mind, to look them over and compare them to the languages he already knew.  All three had certain grammatical similarities with one or more of the languages he knew, hinting that humans tended to think alike even across dimensions.  The language theyd been speakingcalled Penalihad grammatical similarities to Arakite, and the other two had similarities to Torian and Ungardt.
	There, he said, standing up and glaring down at the man with cold eyes, taking the charm off of his amulet and putting it in his belt pouch.  He then spoke in Penali.  I hope these villagers show you the same tender mercy youve shown to them over the years, fat one, he said in a ruthless tone.  And youd better pray that nothing happened to my friends, or Ill wipe your church off the face of this world.
	The One will destroy you! he said spitefully.  All power be to the One!  You have made an enemy of the Church of of the One God!
	Im not afraid of gods, and if yours gets in my way, Ill destroy him, he said in a steely, lethal kind of voice that made the Priest blanch.  But more than that, higher up in his consciousness, like whispers, there was a sudden outburst of elationof joy.  Tarrin could barely make sense of it, for it was so faint, so distant, so weak, but it was definitely there.  Did the others notice that little surge?  He doubted it.  He had the feeling that it had to do with him being what he was that he could even detect that in the first place.
	Lets go, he said in Sulasian to the others.
	Were leaving him there? Azakar asked.
	Tarrin pointed to the two staked bodies with a cold expression.  He deserves that.  Ill explain once we get moving.  Tarrin shifted back into his human form, retracted his wings, then stalked back to his horse and remounted.  The others did the same quickly and efficiently.  Then Tarrin led them in the direction where Kimmie and Phandebrass had fled when theyd been attacked by that Priests men, leaving an entire village full of stunned and confused people behind.
	The encounter upset Tarrin, on more than one level.  He could accept the concept that some people worshipped evil, it was an aspect of the human condition.  It was that an evil order seemed to have so much control that bothered him.  Seeing that made him think of what might have happened if Val had defeated him and conquered the world.  Would scenes like that one, with the escaped serfs staked in the village commons as a warning to the others, have been played out in his own world?  How much control did this Church of the One have over this world?  Was it a national religion, or had it spread further than that?  And where was the resistance to it if it had not in fact taken complete control?  For that matter, where was the resistance even if it did?  He rode on in grim, edgy silence, furious at that Priest, concerned at how much control they would have, worried that Kimmie and Phandebrass were in very real danger, and nervous about what was to come.  The others rode behind him quietly, waiting for him to calm down enough to talk.  All of them knew better than to press him when he was in that kind of mood, even Sarraya.  But, as with many things, it was a mood that would quickly pass.  Tarrin was capable of wild mood swings, an aspect of his Were-cat nature, and that was something that they also knew.
	After he felt calm enough to talk, he explained what had happened, and what the Priest had said.  It sounds like this church is big and has a great deal of control, he surmised darkly.  That means well have to be very careful.
	Mirandas going to be a problem, Haley said seriously.  She can only hide under a robe for so long.
	I know, Miranda said contritely.  But what can I do?
	There was a brief silence.  Mist, Dolanna called.  Give Miranda your belt.
	What?  IOh, I understand, the feral Were-cat said, reaching for her belt.  Her image blurred when she took it off, causing her to appear in her normal form.
	Why do that? Sarraya asked.
	The Illusion that causes Mist to appear human is tied to the belt, Dolanna answered.  By giving it to Miranda, she will be able to hide under that Illusion.  Mist, I fear, will have to endure her human form or conceal herself in cat form for now, until we find a different solution.
	Wont Miranda look like Mist? the Faerie asked curiously.
	Yah.  Dont get any ideas, Tarrin, the mink Wikuni said with a wink at him as she rode up to them, and Mist handed her the belt.  She belted it around her slender waist, and her form blurred.  When it was done, an Illusion of Mist looked back at them, but with Mirandas cheeky grin.
	You dont smell like me.  Only an idiot would confuse us, Mist grunted as she handed the reins of her horse to Tarrin, then gracefully swung her leg over the saddle and hopped lightly over to Tarrins horse.  She hunkered down behind him and shapeshifted into her cat form, then slithered around him and laid down in the saddle between him and the saddlehorn.
	I dont have your nose, Mist, so I guess Im an idiot, Ulger chuckled.  Miranda looks like she stepped out of your mirror.
	Mist looked up at Tarrin in a scathing manner that told him that she certainly agreed.  Id like to put some distance between us and that village, he said brusquely.  I dont want to camp close to it.
	Then let us make use of the light left, Dolanna said.  Judging by the speed with which the sun has travelled, we have about two hours to sunset.
	They picked the horses up into a canter and put some distance behind them, and Tarrin spent that time brooding over the events of the day and enduring nearly two hours of steady rain, following Kimmies trail.  The very shallow valley and the little river in its center dropped down out of those rolling hills onto a flat plain dotted here and there with stands of trees, where the river started meandering to and fro like a drunken sailor.  Kimmies path cut through that river many, many times, as they moved in a straight line, probably seeking to flee from that village.  Each time they entered the river they found the water strangely warm, almost hot, and the river itself barely more than four spans deep at its center.  It was more like a creek than a river, but it was nearly twenty spans wide in places, definitely the size of a river if not the depth.  The rain passed with surprising swiftness after about two hours or so, and the clouds raced away to grace them with a sunny sky that helped dry them out.  The sun crept closer and closer to the horizon, and Dolanna was visibly starting to look around for a suitable place to set up camp for the night.
	They found a nice flat, dry spot in the crook of one of the rivers many meandering turns, which put water to their backs in three of four directions.  The river wasnt deep, but it was still wide through that curve, and that would give them time to react if someone tried to splash through the river to reach them.  The camp had much to offer as a defensible position.  Ulger and Azakar both called a stop when they reached it, looking around and proclaiming that it was a suitable place to camp, for it was defensible.  Dolanna agreed, and they started setting up camp.
	Mist lounged about in cat form as the others worked to set up the camp.  Azakar and Ulger took care of the horses, relieving them of their saddles and burdens and allowing them to roam freely to graze on the grass after Haley asked them not to wander from the area.  Tarrin and Haley began to set up the tents, and Dolanna began preparing to cook dinner with Miranda after Azakar dug them a shallow firepit and fetched some of the firewood that was brought with them on the pack horses.  Sarraya flew about and bossed them around outrageously, at least until she had to dive aside when Mist pounced at her from behind as she flitted around and gave Tarrin and Haley rude instructions in a condescending tone of voice.  After that, she darted away and annoyed Ulger, staying well out of Mists reach.  Even in cat form, Mist was a force to be reckoned with.  She laid back down, head on her paws and her eyes locked on Sarraya with an evil, predatory glint.
	The sun set on their first day in this new world, and to all their surprise, only one very large moon rose not long after the sun set, a moon that was like no moon they had ever seen before.  It was not white or red or brownish, like the four moons of their world were, it was blue and green and had bright bands and patches of white spread across it.  Tarrin had never seen anything like it before, and he wasnt the only one who stared at it as it rose from the opposite horizon as the setting sun like the majestic rising of a dragon into the air.  They were so enthralled by it that Dolanna nearly let their meal of cured, salted ham burn on the fire.  I was never much of a cook, she apologized as she started cutting away parts of the spitted meat, handing it out to the others.
	Mist shifted back into her normal form and sat by the fire, obviously satisfied that it was dark enough, or perhaps tiring of being unable to speak.  Ill cook, she announced after taking one bite of the ham.  Youre a bad cook, Dolanna.
	Is it, ah, safe for you to cook for us, Mist? Ulger asked delicately.
	As long as I dont lick the spoon and put it back in the pot, yes, she answered him directly.
	How will you know how it tastes? he asked.
	She snorted.  Dont you humans ever use your nose? she demanded.
	After years of wearing armor, its better that I dont have a good sense of smell, Ulger laughed.  Else I wouldnt be able to stand it.
	Armor does get a bit fragrant, Haley chuckled.
	We cant wash it or it rusts, Ulger told him.  We clean it best we can, but it never seems to be enough.
	Well, I hope this lasts us until morning, Dolanna chuckled.  Faalken always used to do the cooking.  He was a surprisingly good cook, she said with a misty, distant expression.
	He was a great man, Dolanna, Haley told her gently, patting her shoulder.
	He was the best of men, Haley, she sighed.  All of Sennadar was lessened with his passing.
	Well said, Ulger said stoically.
	Tarrin was about to say something, but the faint sound of flapping wings caught his attention.  Given that they were new to this world, it could have been about anything.  Mist heard it as well, her head rising and her ears swivelling towards the sound, a sound that was approaching them.  Weve got something small flying this way, she called, putting aside her ham and standing up.
	The light of the fire might be attracting it, Dolanna pondered as Azakar and Ulger rose up and drew their swords.
	Mist turned her head and cocked her ear at the sound, then snorted.  Bah, its nothing to worry about.  Id better think about trying to make them listen to you, my mate.  Thats two that disobeyed you.
	What are you talking about? Tarrin asked, glancing at her, then something glittery appeared in the darkness past the light of the fire.  It got larger as it approached them, moving erratically, until it was close enough for him to make out.
	It was Fireflash!
	Tarrin jumped up and rushed towards the drake, who swerved and tottered in the air, until it finally seemed to give out just before it reached him.  The gold drake flopped to the ground, panting heavily, and Tarrin scooped up his precious drake in human hands and cradled him close to his body.  Fireflash looked very, very weak, and he was panting so hard that Tarrin feared his lungs would burst.  You foolish drake! Tarrin said in a strangled tone.  I told you not to follow!
	How did he get to the gate? Dolanna demanded.  Quickly, bring him here!  Sarraya, come here at once!
	Tarrin hurried his drake over to the fire and deposited him in Dolannas lap.  The Sorceress inspected the panting drake, quickly, and Tarrin was very worried.  His scales seemed to be dull, and he was moving very, very feebly.  Fireflash was a strong little drake, and could fly all day and all night without getting tired.  But he looked like he was about to die from exhaustion!  Then he remembered Niamis warning that Fireflash would die if he came here.  And now he saw how.  He wouldnt die the instant he crossed over, he would slowly waste away like a man dying of thirst.  But his thirst would only be satisfied by the magical emanations and energies of their home world, which did not exist here.
	Come here! Dolanna ordered as she carefully handed Fireflash back to Tarrin, who sat down by the fire and put him in his lap.  The amulet you wear, does it require you to touch it or merely be close to it?
	I only have to be close to it, Dolanna, she answered.  It has a range of about a good hundred spans.
	Then do not get further from Fireflash than that, she commanded.  He needs the power of your amulet to recover.
	You mean Im going to be chained
	Do you want him to die? Dolanna hissed in a voice so harsh that Tarrin was taken aback.  Now stay with him!
	Yes, Dolanna, she said sulkily, flitting up and landing on Tarrin shoulder, her arms crossed and a pouty look on her face.
	Tarrin wasnt listening, however.  His total attention was affixed to his weakened little drake.  Fireflash lay limply in his lap, still panting, eyes seemingly glazed, but he did manage to nuzzle at Tarrins fingers slightly when he stroked his snout.  He collected him up in his human hands and cradled him to his chest, not minding the sharp pokes of the spikes at the ends of his wingbones in his arm.  What a crazy thing to do!  Why did he disobey and come here?  For that matter, how did Fireflash find him?
	Then again, his willful little drake would have come in a hearbeat if that was what he wanted.  He would disobey Tarrin if it came to something like being left behind.  Fireflash had been with him for years, and he really didnt like to be separated.  They were more than master and pet, they were friends, and Tarrin had felt just as incomplete without his little friend on his shoulder as Fireflash had probably felt being left behind.
	It really didnt matter, though.  He was here now, he was safe, and after some time exposed to Sarrayas amulet, he should recover.  His day-long journey to reach Tarrin had shown that it wouldnt be instant death to wander beyond the range of Sarrayas amulet.
	Mist cooked  stew with the supplies they had brought with them, but Tarrin didnt eat but a few bites.  He saved his bowl for a while, until after everyone but Azakar went to their tents, and gently hand-fed his drake once he felt strong enough to eat.  Once he had food and water, Tarrin affixed the charm to the back of his amulet to ensure he didnt get sleepy, and sat right there by the fire with Sarraya, who had fallen asleep on a large pillow Dolanna had kindly put beside him.  Azakar, who was standing watch, didnt speak, and neither did Tarrin.  Though they had had their differences in the past, they were still very good friends, and they both understood that neither tended to want excessive conversation.  Dwelling together in silence was more than preferable to both of them.  If either had something to say, they would say it, and they both knew it.  For them, the silence was neither awkward nor pregnant.
	Throughout the night, as Azakar was replaced by Ulger, and then Haley, and then he stood watch alone, Tarrin sat by the fire and pondered what had possessed him to risk death to come through the gate, but that was just a mystery.  Then he worried about what trouble Kimmie and Phandebass could get into here.  Kimmie had the sense to keep a low profile, but Phandebrass was going to be a major problem.  He would be utterly incapable of keeping his mouth shut, and the longer he stayed around these people, the more danger he would pose to them both.  Kimmie should be able to keep a throttle on him, at least up to a point.  But he knew it was eventually going to come to a point where the two of them would have another confrontation like the one they had had at the village back there, and there was no guarantee it would turn out well.  There was a possibility that they were already being tracked down by one of those Hunters that that Priest had spoken of, who the Priest had mistakenly believed he was.  If that man had reported the incident, there could be Hunters on Kimmie and Phandebrass trail right now.
	Towards dawn, Dolanna emerged from her tent and came over to him, seating herself by the fire with him.  She had her tea kettle in hand, which she placed by the fire to heat the water.  Did you sleep at all, dear one? she asked.
	He shook his head, stroking Fireflashs scales, which now looked lustrous and healthy.  His breathing was strong, and it looked like a night exposed to the magic of Sarrayas amulet had restored him.  His sleep was a natural one now.  I have the charm on, Dolanna, he told her.  At least it gave me time to think.
	About yesterday?
	He nodded.  Theyre in trouble, he told her.  Kimmie can keep her head down, but Phandebrass wont be able to.  And I think that Priest reported what happened, so theres a chance that they have these Hunters on them now.
	Why do you think that?
	He said he was waiting for new troops to arrive to replace the ones Kimmie killed, he answered.  So he had to tell them why he lost his men in the first place.
	But he thought you were the Hunter, dear one, she answered.  So perhaps they had not dispatched one yet.  We could very well be ahead of him.
	I hadnt considered that, he admitted, nodding in agreement.  So he has to get through us to get to Kimmie.  I dont think thats going to happen.
	I would hope not, she said with a mild smile.  I would ask that you keep your moral outrage under control, my dear one.  We cannot afford to have half of this Church after us before we go a hundred leagues.  I do not like what goes on here either, but we are but eight, and we face an unknown enemy who seems to have complete control of this land.  We are the invaders, my dear one, and we cannot afford to fight a running battle.
	I know, he said with a snort.  But it doesnt look good for finding the Dwarves or Mothers lost children.  If they survived after reaching here, this Church might have hunted them all down and destroyed them.
	I reached a similar conclusion, she said with a somber expression.  But we must be sure.  That they still hunt we defiled means that there are still practitioners of magic and non-humans on this world.  There is a chance that we will find them, or more logically, their descendants.  After all, it has been five thousand years.
	We can hope, Dolanna, he said.  But right now, getting Kimmie and Phandebrass back in one piece is all I care about.
	Yes, that is the main goal we have right now, she agreed.
	Mist came out of the tent he and her were to share, stretching languidly.  She was nude, which made Dolanna give a hint of a smile, and then padded over and gave Tarrin a kiss on the cheek before booting Sarrayas pillow out of the way, startling the sleeping Faerie something awful, and sitting down beside him as Sarraya yowled in sudden fright.
	Hey!  I was sleeping here! she protested as she wobbled into the air, glaring at the Were-cat menacingly.
	So? Mist said in a dangerous tone, giving Sarraya a flat look.
	Sarraya had the sense not to tangle with Mist.  She clamped her mouth shut and flitted up to land on Tarrins shoulder.
	How is he? Mist asked.
	Fireflash had been awakened by Sarrayas high-pitched squeal, and his golden eyes blinked a few times before he looked up at Tarrin.  He clambered to his feet and then turned and hurled himself at Tarrins chest.  He caught his little drake and hugged him lightly as he rubbed the side of his head against Tarrins bicep affectionately.  Id say hes just fine, Tarrin chuckled lightly.  It looks like hell be alright so long as he stays near enough to Sarraya not to get too weak.
	We will have to observe and learn how long he can safely remain away from Sarraya, Dolanna told them.  Tarrin, ask him to use his breath weapon.  Let us see if he retains that ability here.
	Tarrin nodded.  Go ahead, Fireflash, he prompted to his drake.
	He understands the common tongue? Dolanna asked.
	Tarrin nodded.  Some.  He has a vocabulary of about four hundred words, and breath weapon is one of the commands I taught him, he answered as Fireflash dropped down to Tarrins legs, then sucked in his breath.  A small cone of intense fire blasted forth from his open maw, aimed at the crackling fire before them.  It washed over Dolannas teapot, which caused the water within to instantly boil.  Steam whistled shrilly from the spout as it sought escape from the container.
	I think your water is boiling, Dolanna, Sarraya snickered.
	Im glad youre alright, scale-skin, Mist told the drake, patting him on the head.  She yawned, then climbed to her feet.  Id better get started on breakfast.  I dont want to hear that scar-faced knight bitch about being hungry again.
	I would suggest that you dress before the others awaken, Mist, Dolanna told Mist politely.  If you would please.
	And you dont have to do all the cooking, Tarrin told her.  Mirandas a passingly good cook, and she likes to do it.  She wouldnt mind sharing cooking duties with you.
	If I cook it, I know Ill like it, she said bluntly.
	And the rest of us better like it if we know whats good for us, Sarraya said slyly.
	She learns fast, Mist told Tarrin levelly as she padded back towards the tent.
	Sarraya.  For my sanity, please, do not start on her, Dolanna said in a low whisper.  Mist will hurt you if you annoy her.
	Im not an idiot, Dolanna, Sarraya replied.
	That remains to be seen, Mist called from the tent.
	Youll find that Mist is tolerant in some ways, Dolanna, Tarrin chuckled.  She does have a sense of humor.  Just dont make her the butt of the joke, and youll be just fine.
	This should be an, exciting, journey, Dolanna said with a sigh.  Two feral Were-cats to manage.  I believe I shall get gray hair after this.
	Better you than me, Sarraya said with an evil smile at her.
	Haley emerged from his tent just as Mist came out and started collecting cooking utensils.  He walked over and seated himself on the other side of Dolanna, pulling a small cloth pouch out of his waistcoat.  For you, Dolanna, he said.  This tea is the finest from the Shou Empire.  I thought you might like to enjoy our first morning here on this alien world with a bit of luxury.
	Ever thoughtful, my friend, Dolanna said brightly as she accepted the bag.  Though I believe we shall need more water.  Fireflash boiled off most that was in my kettle, I fear.
	How are you feeling this morning, little one? Haley asked Fireflash amiably.
	Fireflash gave a few bright chirping sounds, then vaulted up to Tarrins shoulder with a single thrust of his wings.
	Well, he feels chipper today, Haley chuckled.
	A night near Sarrayas amulet did the trick,  Tarrin answered, reaching up and scratching his drake under the chin.  I think hell be fine as long as he spends each night close to Sarraya.  After all, he managed to get all the way over here without it.
	True, he nodded, testing the heat of the tea kettle with a hand, then drawing away quickly.  Ah, Tarrin, would you be so kind?
	Certainly, he said, grabbing the hot kettles handle and standing up.  Ill be right back.
	Mist cooked them a large meal of porridge and bacon, with some flatbread and water to wash it down, and they started packing up the camp to prepare to move out.  Azakar came over to Tarrin just as they were finishing and cleared his throat.  I think I should take point, Tarrin, he said.  No offense, he added quickly.  But an armored Knight in the lead might be smart, and Miranda can put the spell on me so I can see Kimmies trail.
	Ill be fine, Zak, Tarrin told him mildly.
	Yes, but youre not as intimidating in human form as you usually are, and, well, Im intimidating just about all the time.  Sometimes all it takes is one mean-looking cuss riding point to discourage any kind of foolishness.
	Tarrin laughed.  If you think its safest, then I dont have a problem with it, he agreed.
	It is safest, he said bluntly.  It puts an armored Knight at each end of the group.
	Alright then.  Youre leading us today, Zak.
	I wont get us lost, I promise.
	I never thought you would, Zak.
	When they got started, Azakar led them out.  Tarrin and Miranda rode behind him with Fireflash on his shoulder and Mist in cat form in the saddle with him.  Haley and Dolanna were behind them, with Haley leading the pack train, with Ulger bringing up the rear looking menacing and glaring at every blade of grass that went by.  Sometimes Ulger reminded Tarrin so much of Faalken that it was like Faalke