send you ahead.  Im going to copy the weave that the Goddess put into Camara Tals amulet so youll be safe from it.  Its about time you got that anyway.
	I cant take it off, my mate, she reminded him.
	I know, so youre in for a long night, he answered her, sitting down cross-legged on the ground.  She sat down in front of him, but he immediately reached down and grabbed her by the legs, then scooped her up and put her on his lap.  He took hold of her amulet in his paw, and immediately set to work.
	I wonder how hes going to pull this off, Ulger grunted as Tarrin closed his eyes.
	If there is anything I have learned about Tarrin over the years, my friend, Dolanna told him soberly, is that you should never underestimate him.  If he thinks he has found a way, then odds are, it will work.

	It was one of the hardest things he had ever done.  It would not have been had he been at home, but this was not home.
	He had to alter a complex weave set down by his own Goddess in order to add something, and do it in such a way that it did not destroy its other functions.
	It took him literally all night.  He had to expand out the weaving of the amulet and study it for a long time, come to understand how it worked, then start inserting his own weaving into it that would allow it to do what he wanted it to do without interfering with anything else.  Half of that time entailed finding just where to make his weaving, then going through the long and complicated task of weaving it in.  He had to use the power within himself, constantly siphoning more off from the sword, to create the permanent weaving and then seal it so it would not dissipate.  Flow by flow, he interlaced his own addition into the amulet, moving with infinite care and caution, until he was finally finished.  An hour before dawn, as Ulger stood silent watch over the camp in a warm, stiff wind that whipped over the grassy plain, Tarrin carefully withdrew his power from the amulet, allowing the weaving to return to its normal state, which included a new addition.  Then he sealed the weaving once more, rendering it permanent.
	He opened his eyes and saw that Mist was sleeping, sleeping sitting upright and stock still, her paws on his shoulders for balance.  He felt Fireflash on his shoulders, draped across them, also sleeping peacefully.  He shook her gently, and those glorious eyes opened immediately.  Done? she asked.
	He nodded.  Now its time to test, he said.
	They both stood up gracefully, though Tarrins knees and back popped from an extended period of time in one position.  Fireflash He raised a paw and caused fire to come forth, dancing in his palm, and held it out to her.  Slowly.
	She looked at him a moment, then understood what he wanted.  She extended her paw towards the fire, then pushed it inside.  I can feel the heat, but its not burning me, she announced.  Theres no pain.
	Good.  Thats what I wanted.  Now I can send you ahead without it frying you to a crisp in the process.
	Exactly how are you going to do that, Tarrin? Ulger asked curiously.
	Fireflash erupted from the tent that Zyri and Jal shared, then landed on Tarrins shoulder and nuzzled him exuberantly.  Tarrin patted his drake on the head absently, then took him in an arm and stroked his sleek scales with his other paw.  Fire is connected to itself, Tarrin told Ulger in an absent manner.  Fire may be here or there, but it is all simply fire.  He pointed to the dying coals of the campfire.  Ill send Mist into that fire, and join it to another somewhere else.  Shell come out of the other fire.  I can sense many fires a great distance to the north, and from the number of them, that just has to be Pyros.  Im going to pick one, take a look through it, and if it looks good, Mist goes through.  Its not Teleporting, but its almost as good.  The only drawback is that if youre not immune to fire, youre going to get burned going through it.  Thats why I had to make Mist immune to it, the way me and Dolanna are.
	You can do that? Ulger said in surprise.
	Tarrin nodded.  Im not sure how, or how I know that I can, but I can, he answered.  Its like I always knew, but I never really thought about it because I never needed to use it before.
	How will Mist find Kimmie once shes through?  We dont even know what building shes being held in.
	Ill find her, Mist told him brusquely.  I know where theyre holding her, after all.  All I have to do is find some lone human and drag the location of the main cathedral out of him.
	True, Ulger agreed.  Are you going now?
	Mist looked to Tarrin, then she nodded.  The more time I have to get into position, the more certain itll be that Im where I need to be when the time comes, she announced.  When do I act, my mate?
	When you hear me coming, he answered.  Trust me, you will not miss it.  He reached into his belt pouch and handed Mist a tiny book, his Gnomlin Travelling Spellbook.  When you free Kimmie, she absolutely must get you out of there.  The Shadow Step spell is in this book.  If shes forgotten it, she can read it right off the page.  When you free her, she must get you two out of there, you cant come back out through the cathedral.
	I understand, Mist said soberly, putting the book in her belt pouch.
	Thats why youre sending Mist, Ulger realized.  If Kimmie was immune to fire, you could just use fires to find her, then reach out and grab her and bring her back, he said brightly.
	Tarrin gave Ulger a long, steady look, but it was slightly amused, and a bit respectful.
	Well, why not find Kimmie with fires, then send Mist or Dolanna right to her?
	Because the One will feel it if I start poking around his cathedral, Tarrin answered.  Im going to drop Mist at the edge of the city, and shell work her way in.  If I tried to reach right into his cathedral, he could interfere.  And Im not risking the life of whoever gets caught between us as we fight over control of the gateway.
	Oh.  I forgot.
	Tarrin gestured at the coals of the fire absently, and they roared into flame at his command.  They burned high and bright and hot, rising up as high as Tarrin was tall.  Tarrin handed Fireflash over to Ulger, then he and Mist walked over to the fire, and then Tarrin closed his eyes and put his paws into the flames.  He reached into the fire, into the core of it, reached into the core of his own power.  He extended his wings, which flared with bright light as he accessed powers that he had never used before, but also inherently, instinctively, knew were there and knew how to use.  He then reached out with that power, the power within him, that defined him, the power of fire, feeling the location of every single fire for a hundred leagues in every direction.  Every farmers fire, the flames of every soldiers campfire, the licks of flame on the wicks of lanterns and candles on every bedstand, on posts on streets, every cookfire, they all were known to him in that instant.  He found a large concentration of fires far to the north, a very large number of them, and then picked one at the fringe of that concentration at random and opened himself to it.
	He saw in his mind a hazy image, distorted by the heat of the flames, of a small, almost crude room that looked to be the entirety of the structure.  There was a single standing form in it, a woman in rough clothing, her back to the fire.  Two figures slept on pallets near the fire, and the hovels doorway was open, showing a street beyond that looked empty and deserted.
	Perfect.
	Mist, cat form, Tarrin said distantly as he deepened his connection to the fire.  Mist shifted into her cat form immediately as the fires flames shuddered, and then stopped as Tarrin reached into the fire, then reached through the intervening distance to the other fire, joining fire to itself and creating a union of fire with itself, causing to separate fires to become one.  He had no idea how he did it, but he did.  The fire again started moving, but its flames turned from reds and oranges, to blues and whites.  Go.  And the Goddess be with you.
	See you soon, my mate, Mist replied in the manner of the Cat, then she bounded fearlessly into the fire.  The union of fires caused her to exit from the fire on the other side, and he saw her immediately scamper through the room and out of the open door before the woman in that room turned around.  Tarrin withdrew himself from the fire, which caused both fires to return to normal.
	Shes through, Tarrin told Ulger.
	Not much of a goodbye, he noticed.
	Its not a goodbye, Tarrin told him.  Well see each other again tomorrow.  And neither of us are in the mood right now for affection.  Its our way, Ulger.
	You think shell be alright?
	Stop thinking of Mist as a woman, Ulger, Tarrin said bluntly.  Women are not as helpless as you tend to believe.  Mist will do exactly what she needs to do, and do it well.  Nothing can stop her, because she wont let it.  He folded his wings behind him, and slashed his tail a few times.  When I get to Pyros, Mist will be exactly where she needs to be.  I have faith in her.
	Not misplaced faith, thats for certain, Ulger chuckled.
	Faith in Mist is never misplaced, Tarrin answered evenly, as the Knight handed Fireflash back to him.  He stared into the fire, his glowing eyes a mystery of complex emotion.  Wake the others.  Its time to go.
	The others were surprised to find Mist already gone when they awoke, but Ulger was sure to describe how Tarrin did it in lustrous detail as Miranda cooked breakfast.  Tarrin sat nearby with his sword in his lap, eyes closed and distant from the world, even oblivious to Fireflashs insistent nudges with his nose for attention.  It is alright, little one, Dolanna told him, patting him on the head as she went by.  He will be back to normal in just another day or so.  He is just worried about Kimmie, that is all.
	Ill play with you, Fireflash, Zyri announced, coming over to Tarrin.  I know how it feels to be alone.  I miss him too.
	Fireflash vaulted over to her shoulder, then flicked his serpentine tongue in her ear, which made her convulse slightly and giggle uncontrollably.  Jal however, came over and sat in front of Tarrin, his hands on the Were-cats shins, staring at the sword intently.  He then lifted his hands and produced a sculpture in ice of Tarrins sword, which immediately started to melt when exposed to the radiant heat of Tarrins wings.
	Yes, hes very hot, Haley chuckled.  Its the wings.  They always radiate heat, but here lately, since hes been so worried about Kimmie, theyre hotter than usual.
	Jal pointed at Fireflash.
	Oh, him?  Hes immune to fire.  Its because hes a drake.  He breathes fire, sprout, dont you think hed be immune to it too?  If he wasnt, hed burn his mouth every time he did!
	Jal seemed to ponder that, then looked back to Tarrin.  He extended his hands, a look of intense concentration on his face.  Then a wave of cold emanated from his hands.
	The result was a bit startling to the boy.  Fog instantly formed around Tarrin and  Jal, a thick, heavy fog that was cool and a bit clammy, but also was quickly torn apart by the stiff wind blowing across the plain.  Jal had a wild look in his eyes, then he actually giggled aloud.
	Thats what happens when cool, wet air meets warm air, kiddo, Miranda said with a cheeky grin.
	That is a rather clever little trick, though, Ulger chuckled.  Instant smokescreen.
	Azakar finished saddling the Pegasi, patting his huge one on the neck fondly and getting nudged with the horses snout in return.  Only Azakars massive charger had the strength to move the equally massive Mahuut.  Will this wind intefere with us?  Im still new to this.
	I think we all are, Dolanna said with a light smile.  But I think it will not be an issue, my friend.  These animals know what they are doing.  They will carry us safely through this wind.
	The camp was broken down after breakfast, before the dawn, just as the false dawns light faded from the eastern horizon.  Tarrin stood up suddenly just as the last flap was tied on a pack on one of the pack Pegasi, as if hed been aware of everything going on in the camp even with his eyes closed.  Mount, he ordered.  Sarraya, come here.
	Aww, she growled.  I was hoping youd forget.
	Dream on, he grunted as she landed on the ground before him, such an incredibly tiny thing, not even coming up to his ankle.  This might tingle.
	What are you doing exactly?
	Its a Wizard spell.  It will last until sunrise tomorrow, or until I cancel it.  It will just grow you, it wont change you any other way.  But I doubt youll be able to fly.
	Probably not, she sighed.  Alright, go ahead.  Lets get it overwith.
	Tarrin began chanting in the discordant language of magic, his paws forming five distinct gestures before him as he did so, each gesture occurring at a precise point in the incantation.  He then pointed at Sarraya and uttered the final word of the spell, and he felt that alien magic from elsewhere surge into and through him, then affect Sarraya in the manner in which he intended.
	Very quickly, Sarraya began to grow.  She grew a span in a matter of seconds, as her auburn locks crept higher and higher in comparison to Tarrin.  Her dress of gossamer cobwebs enlarged with her as she expanded, growing at an astounding rate, until her curly cap of hair was level with Tarrins lower chest.  Still she grew, getting taller and taller, until she was eye to eye with Tarrin.
	Put on the belt, Tarrin ordered.
	Sarraya looked at her hands, then laughed.  I dont look any larger, at least until I look around, she told them.  She looked at her feet, then all around her.  Im used to this point of view, since I can fly.  Its just odd to see from up here while my feet are on the ground.  Miranda handed her the belt, and she buckled it around her waist.  How do I make it work?
	Just want to look like Mist.  Thats all there is to it, Miranda replied.
	Sarraya nodded, and almost immediately, her bluish-skinned form wavered, until a Illusory duplicate of Mist stood in her place.  How do I look?
	Like Mist, Ulger answered.
	Good.  Now, someone might have to help me get on the horse.  Ive never done it before.  There was a sound of low-pitched buzzing, and Sarraya sighed.  Flying is definitely out.  Im too heavy for my wings to lift me.  I feel like I weigh as much as a cow.  Ill be glad to get back to myself when this is done.
	Help her, Zak, Tarrin ordered as his feet left the ground, and he hovered there with his feet dangling just fingers over the ground.
	Showoff, Sarraya muttered darkly.
	With Azakars help, Sarraya managed to get onto Mists Pegasus.  The Knight helped tie her to her saddle, then he mounted and quickly strapped himself to his mount as the others did the same.  Ulger helped Jal and Zyri, and Fireflash settled in on Zyris saddle, just in front of her, as the scarred Knight finished tying the thongs around her legs.  He wont fall off, will he? she asked, pointing at Fireflash.
	Has he yet, shorty? Ulger asked with a wink.  Hell be fine, dont worry about him.  Id worry about Sarraya.  Shes such a big fat cow now, she might break her straps and fall off.
	Hey!  Ill get you for that, Ulger! Sarraya snapped hotly.
	Youre stuck in that saddle, Ulger teased.
	I wont be forever!
	Yeah, like youll remember what I said tonight, Ulger said, making a dismissive motion with his hand.  Sometimes I think you only remember your own name because people say it all the time.
	Oh, thats it, Sarraya said darkly.  When I get back to my normal size, well see who remembers what.
	Fine with me.  Ill just get to swat you.
	Sarraya muttered some rather ugly obsceneties, her eyes boring into the Knight, whose expression was flippant, almost taunting.
	Children.  Ulger, you are holding us up.  Mount, please.
	As you command, Dolanna, Ulger said in a swaggering manner, making sure to give Sarraya a smug look that sent her into another round of withering profanity.
	Thats a very offensive man, Haley noted to Miranda.
	Funny, though, Miranda replied with a wink.
	Tarrin led the way as the Pegasi vaulted up from the ground, following the fire-winged Were-cat as he rose into the air.  They circled around him as they gained altitude, then they all turned to the north with the vindictive Tarrin leading, sword still in his paw, still glowing with ghostly white energy, leading to the north, to Pyros, and to a confrontation with the One.  Tarrin felt confident in his plan, confident that despite being overmatched by the power of a true god, that the power that he could bring to bear would be enough.  With Kimmie out of the picture, with Mist retrieving her and getting her out of harms way, he could come at the One without reservation, without consequence, and without mercy.  He would ram the Ones icon down his throat and then bury them both so deeply into the ground that it would take an army of workers a month to dig him out.  Tarrins fury had been icy, contained, since discovering Kimmies fate, but that control would not last once he had Pyros in his sight and the One so close at handand he welcomed the opportunity to lose control of his rage and use it as a controlled weapon against the One.
	If the One wanted to fight Tarrin over the streets of Pyros, so all his worhsippers could watch him destroy Tarrin and bask in their adulation, then he would give the One that opportunity.  The worshippers of the One would see their god fighting valiantly against whatever it was the One told them that he wasand then he would burn them to ashes.  Them, their streets, their buildings, everything.  When he was done, Pyros would be a crater, a scar in the earth filled with lava, much like the crater of Gora Umadar back on Sennadar.  The One had gone out of his way to infuriate Tarrin, and now he would reap the harvest of wrath that he had sown with seeds of hatred.
	The One wanted to fight him.  So be it.  The One was going to get everything that he wanted.
	And more than ever dreamed hed have to face.

Chapter 8

	They had no idea that they were doomed.
	Mist carefully wandered through the streets of this large city in her human form at first, and then in her cat form, a city filled with buildings and streets of red stone and gray slate roofs, the same red stone as the solitary, steep-sloped mountain that rose high to the north, a mountain that Mist saw was an active volcano.  It was nearly the color of blood, and in Mists mind, that was almost fitting.  These animals worshipped a monster for a god, and they were about to face their punishment for doing so.
	Unlike most of those around Tarrin, or Tarrin himself, Mist did not have any compassion, or compunction to spare these people.  Centuries of ferality had hardened her in ways that most did not understand, and the Cat had no warm feelings for these people.  That meant that if they all died, it wouldnt even so much as make her bat an eye.  In fact, the Cat in her cried out to destroy them, because they were more cruel than she had ever been.
	The differences in them were so obvious.  The people involved with the church wore either black or red, cassocks or robes of flowing splendor, escorted by guards and soldiers wearing plate armor with red surcoats and carrying broadswords.  Then there were the rich city folk, who wore finery out on the red-bricked streets, carried in litters, riding in carriages, or walking, but never without armed men protecting them at all times.  Then there was everyone else, dressed in rough homespun clothing, moving through the streets with fear in their eyes.  Twice she had seen instances of the guards or soldiers of the rich beating on some hapless poor person, who had done something that someone had taken offense to.
	She felt no pity for them, however.  There were a thousand times more poor people than rich people, and they allowed it to happen to themselves.  They had the power to make it stop, but they let fear rule them.  And even if they died, well, dying for something you believed in was much better than living in fear all your life.
	She knew what it was like to live in fear.  For centuries she was trapped by her own fear.  After the Were hunter had wounded her and made her barren, she had become feral, and had been miserable.  Afraid of everything and everyone, unable to even trust those she respected, like Triana, she was condemned to a life of unending solitude.  She had hated it, hated it with every fiber of her being, but she just could not overcome the fear.  She had even wanted to kill herself, but the instincts of the Cat would not allow it.  The instinct of self-preservation would prevent any attempt to end thingsshe knew that oh too well.  So she lived in that prison for hundreds of years, alone, afraid, tormented by what she had become, and haunted by what she wanted to be.
	Kimmie had been her first true victory over her fearif it could be called that.  The poor girl was half crazy when Mist found her, but her life wasnt any easier after she took her in.  Mist had been afraid of Kimmie, and Kimmie seemed to sense it, because she was always very careful around her bond-mother.  But Kimmie was her first true conquest of her ferality, aided by her instinct, her need, to raise a child.  She had never felt any love for the dark-haired girl, only an instinctive need to teach her the ways of Were.  Her ferality even overruled the instinctive need to protect the girl, for by protecting her she would have to put herself in a position where she could not protect herself against Kimmie.
	But then Tarrin came.  The injured cub had healed away the scar in her body, the scar in her mind, with the gentlest of touches, and that first time he had touched her, she had sensed the beauty inside him.  She had wanted that beauty from the instant she became aware of it, but she was afraid of him.  So instead she managed to conquer her fear for the briefest of times to allow herself to take him for mate, with the hope that he would give her a child of her own, a little piece of the beauty of him that would be part of her life forever afterward.
	It was safe to say that Mist had instantly fallen in love with him, but it was love at first touch rather than love at first sight.  She just hadnt understood what she was feeling back then, she knew now.
	He had sired Eron, and Eron had filled the void in her heart, and in his own way, had healed his mother of much of her feral nature.  Her lifes single wish had been fulfilled, she had a child of her own, and it caused her to mellow out quite a bit.  She had even reconciled with Kimmie and came to discover love in her heart for her former bond-child, and it brought a richness, a warmth into her life that steadily, quietly, and gently lifted the cold hands of fear from her soul, allowed her to accept her ferality, but chain its power, bringing it to heel.  She was feral, would always be feral, but now she had control of her ferality.  It did not rule her anymore.  She could still sense the fear, but it no longer ruled her life.
	But her love for Tarrin was much more than love, even she seemed to understand it.  She loved him, but in a way, she was devoted to him in a way that even frightened her.  Of all the females, she was the only one that didnt go crazy when he was turned human, because she knew in her heart that he would want to be Were, and that knowledge gave her comfort.  She trusted him far more than she trusted herself, a trust that was nearly blind in its faith.  There was nothing that she would not do for him.  She knew that, accepted it in a calm way despite the alien concept of it, because what she felt for him had nothing at all to do with her instincts, and despite how far she had come, she was still feral, and always would be.
	Being Tarrins mate, finally, had made her the happiest female anywhere.  She knew that he didnt love her quite the same way yet, but again, she had faith in him, and faith that her love would open his eyes, just as Kimmies had done.  Until the day when she heard him say those words, she would wait.  And unlike most Were-cats, Mist had the patience of a stone.  Before turning feral she had been grounded in common sense, and that sense told her that sometimes one had to wait to get something worthwhile.  She would wait as long as it took to get what she wanted.
	Perhaps that had been why turning feral had been so hard on her.  She had been very un-Were in her outlook before being wounded, and then had the full brunt of the worst aspects of her Were nature thrust upon her.  She had not handled it well, and that only made her ferality worse.
	But that was all in the past, and the past had no meaning for a were-cat.
	The main cathedral of the One was certainly unmistakable, and she had been moving steadily towards it all morning.  It was a huge black-walled monstrosity built at the far end of the city, on the edge of the slope of that volcano.  It was vast, towering over all the other buildings of the city with its black walls and its towering minarets and towers rising around a main building that was capped by a gold dome that whose top would rival the central tower of the Tower complex at Suld.  It was built on a shelf of sorts that put it higher than the ground of the city before it, so it was visible to everyone in the city at all times, an eternal reminder of their god and his station over them.
	Kimmie was in a dungeon under that thing, and that Demon bitch ShazBaket was also thereand those were Mists current two reasons for living.  To retrieve her daughter, and kill that Demoness.
	Tarrin was comingshe could feel it, like a whispering in her soul that grew faintly stronger with every passing moment.  His fury was growing with every second, and when he arrived, he would be a hurricane of furious wrath.  He was not a god, not even close to the power of one, but his fury and the rightness of what he was doing would give him what he needed to face the One and defeat him.  Tarrin had faced adversaries much stronger than himself before, and hed won every time, because that was what he did.  She had no doubt that he would triumph over the One.  He had bested that dragon in ShaKari, he had defeated Val, so there was no doubt in her mind that he would defeat the One.  It may not be easy, and it might not be pretty, but he would win.  She knew he would, and since she knew it, it was simply a matter of calm acceptance for her.  All she had to do was ensure that her mate could attack the One without reservation, and that meant getting into that cathedral and hiding somewhere close to Kimmie, so she could act when she knew it was time to do so.
	Getting there was no problem. Nobody accosted her, even in her human form, because one glare was enough to make anyone back away from her quickly.  Though she wasnt dressed in frilly finery, her clothes were very well made, clean, and neat in appearance, making the poor people believe she was rich, and the rich people think she was crazy for not going out without armed escort.  She simply marched through them all, uncaring about them.
	It took her nearly an hour to reach the cathedral, because she didnt want to make it obvious that that was where she was going.  It was well separated from the rest of the city by a large wall around the base of a gentle slope that led to the plateau where the thing was built, with a heavily fortified gatehouse defending the breach in the wall.  Getting further simply required a little change.  She slunk off into an alley and shapeshifted into her cat form, then idled on the road leading to the gatehouse long enough to catch a ride on a fancy carriage that was going up to the cathedral.  She sat on the axle beneath the carriage calmly and steadily as it rocked and bounced on the red brick street, then rode it as it carried her up to the cathedral building.
	Nobody paid much attention to Mist as she crept past fearsome-looking guards and into the cathedral proper, entering a vast antechamber filled with gold statues, ivory-inlaid stone and wood sculpture on the walls and doorframes, and velvet curtains hanging before each doorway, tied back and away.  Mist got a cold chill in her soul when she entered that room, entered the base of power of the One, literally walking into the mouth of the beast.  She could feel his presence in the place like a palpable aura of cold settling around her, and had the distinct feeling that he would notice if she were thereif it wasnt for the fact that he wasnt distracted.
	Tarrin.  She was going to kiss that man when this was over.  His approach was distracting the One, just as he said it would, and it was allowing her to invade his personal domain unnoticed.
	Secure in her anonymity, Mist crept through a doorway, her mind locked on the mission before her.  She would find out where Kimmie was, and then hide somewhere nearby.  When Tarrin arrived, she would spring into action.  She would free her daughter and then escape with her, and that would give Tarrin freedom to exact righteous vengeance on the One without fear of harming Kimmie.  She would do her part, and do it exactly as Tarrin expected it to be done.
	She would not fail him.  She would never fail Tarrin.  No matter what it took, she would find a way to succeed, because he expected it of her, just as she knew he would succeed because she expected it of him.
	He had faith in her.  She would not let him down.
	Not ever.

	It was a day spent in tense, anxious silence.
	From the instant the Pegasi lifted up from the ground, nobody said a single word for the entire time that they were airborne.  The only sounds were the wind in their ears and the deep whoosh which emanated from the large wings of the Pegasi on which they rode, as none of them seemed willing to break the pregnant silence around them.  The winged horses followed Tarrin as if they had been commanded to do so, as if the brilliant light that emanated from his wings had enraptured them and caused them to follow him blindly.
	They landed once around midday, and Dolanna dared to break the silence to ask why.  Tarrin simply pointed to a nearby brook and said not a word, immediately sitting cross-legged on the ground and putting his sword in his lap, a sword that still had the gh