My first thought was that Angina had succeeded in constraining Dragon’s mind, for my sleep had been undisturbed. “You must not go back to sleep. Mornirdragon grows restless as feelmusic weakens,” Maruman advised. I rolled over to stare at the old cat. He was curled into my pillow, his single yellow eye gleaming in the dimness of the shuttered chamber. “I’m glad to see you awake. I was worried.” “Mornirdragon did not mean harm/hurt to Marumanyelloweyes,” he sent. “But she did hurt you,” I sent. “You saved me and I thank you for it.” Maruman made a sniffing sound. “ElspethInnle came late last night. I wakened.…” He sent a picture of Ceirwan and Freya, whom I’d asked to watch him in my absence. They were sitting side by side before the fire, their heads close together. The image shimmered with his irritation, but I smiled to see Freya’s head droop into the curve of the young guilden’s neck. The picture vanished in another flash of irritation. “Human mating,”
