Rather than comment on Dayvian's doubts, Yeolani smiled with a wolfish grin that shifted subtly, and then the tall, lean Wise One abruptly shrunk in height and bulked up to look exactly like Dayvian's circus friend. "He plays the drum, correct? Just please remember I still can't speak Demian, nor play a single note. Will this get us in the door?"
"There's one way to find out," and Dayvian reached out and knocked at the gatehouse.
Rashel sat cross-legged in the grass across from Tanzaa under the cover of the summer trees and concentrated carefully. She had never conceived of language as a kind of magic, but now she felt it necessary. The two women sat, facing each other, both trying to be patient with the other. Rashel felt if someone needed knowledge, there must be a way to attain it and
