Twice she almost reached it, but the scream of someone in agony pulled her back. Should she leap onto the field as Thyloss and her love had, and turn the bulls as she had done so skilfully for so great a part of her life?
The question momentarily distracted her.
But the answer drove her back into herself.
Something else was needed.
Her isolation on the mountain had trained her for this moment. She was capable of an action that neither Thyloss nor Miron was capable of performing.
They must do what they were trained to do. She must do what she could do.
At the third attempt she knew that she had reached the level she needed for her work. She found the peace and calm and confidence that come from truly seeing the pattern of Being.
She beamed it with all the power she was now capable of
