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"Monitoring. That's what you're teaching me to do, then?" Beltran asked, and I nodded. "That's right. Even if you can't link into the circle, we can use you as a psi monitor." I knew he was still resentful about this. He knew enough by now to know it was the work usually done by the youngest and least skilled in

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the circle. The worst of it was that unless he could stop projecting this resentment, we couldn't even use him near the circle. Not even as a psi monitor. There are few things that can disrupt a circle faster than uncontrolled resentments.

I said, "In a sense, the Keeper and the psi monitor are at the two ends of a circle-and almost equallyimportant." This was true. "Often enough, the life of the Keeper is in the hands of the monitor, becauseshe has no energy to waste in watching over her own body."

Beltran grinned ruefully, but he grinned. "So Marjorie is the head and I'm the old cow's tail!".

"By no means. Rather she's at the top of the ladder and you're on the ground holding it steady. You're the lifeline." I remembered suddenly that we had come far astray from the subject, and said, "With a Keeper, if the nerve channels are not completely clear they can overload, and the Keeper will burn up like a torch. So while the nerve channels are being used to carry these tremendous energy overloads, they cannot

be used to carry any other form of energy. And only complete chastity can keep the channels clear

enough."

Marjorie said, "I can feel the channels all the time now. Even when I'm not working in the matrices. Evenwhen I'm asleep."

"Good." That meant she was functioning as a Keeper now. Beltran looked at her with half shut eyes and

said, "I can see them, almost."

"That's good, too," I said. "A time will come when you'll be able to sense the energy flows from across

the room-or a mile away-and pinpoint any backflows or energy disruptions in any of us."

I deliberately changed the subject. I asked, "Precisely what do we want to do with the Sharra matrix,

Beltran?"

"You know my plans."

"Plans, yes, precisely what do you want to do first"? I know that in the end you want to prove that a

matrix this size can power a starship-"

"Can it?" Marjorie asked.

"A matrix this size, love, could bring one of the smaller moons right down out of its orbit, if we were insane enough to try. It would, of course, destroy Darkover along with it. Powering a starship with one might be possible, but we can't start there. Among other reasons, we haven't got a starship yet. We need a smaller project to experiment with, to learn to direct and focus the force. This force is fire-powered, so we also need a place to work where, if we lose control for a few seconds, we won't burn up a thousand leagues of forest."

I saw Beltran shudder. He was mountain^bred too, and shared with all Darkovans the fear of forest fire. "Father has four Terran aircraft, two light planes and two helicopters, One helicopter is away in thelowlands, but would the other be suitable for experiment?"

I considered. "The explosive fuel should be removed first,** I said, "so if anything does go wrong itwon't burn. Otherwise a helicopter might be ideal, experimenting with the rotors to lift and power and

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control it. It's a question of developing control and precision. You wouldn't put Rafe, here, to riding your

fastest racehorse."

Rafe said shyly, "Lew, you said we need other telepaths. Lord Kermiac ... didn't he train matrixmechanics before any of us were born? Why isn't he one of us?"

True. He had trained Desideria and trained her so well that she could use the Sharra matrix-

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"And she used it alone," said Kadarin, picking up my thoughts. "So why does it worry you that we are

so few?"

"She didn't use it alone," I said. "She had fifty to a hundred believers focusing their raw emotion on the stone. More, she did not try to control it or focus it. She used it as a weapon, rather, she let it use her." I felt a sudden cold shudder of fear, as if every hair on my body were prickling and standing erect. I cut off the thought. I was tower-trained. I had no will to wield it for power. I was sworn.

"As for Kermiac," I said, "he is old, past controlling a matrix. I wouldn't risk it, Rafe."

Beltran grew angry. "Damn it, you might have the courtesy to ask him!"

That seemed fair enough, when I weighed the experience he must have had against his age andweakness. "Ask him, if you will. But don't press him. Let him make his own choice freely."

"He will not," Marjorie said. She colored as we all turned on her. "I thought it was my place, as Keeper, to ask him. He called it to my mind that he would not even teach me. He said a circle was only as strong as the weakest person in it, and he would endanger all our lives."

I felt both disappointed and relieved. Disappointed because I would have welcomed a chance to joinhim in that special bond that comes only among the members of a circle, to feel myself truly one of hiskin. Relieved, because what he had told Marjorie was true, and we all knew it.

Thyra said rebelliously, "Does he understand how much we need him? Isn't it worth some risk?"

I would have risked the hazards to us, not those to him. At Arilinn they recommended gradualrelinquishing of the work after early middle age, as vitality lessened.

"Always Arilinn," Thyra said impatiently, as if I had spoken aloud. "Do they tram them there to be

cowards?"

I turned on her, tensing myself against that sudden inner anger which Thyra could rouse in me so easily. Then, sternly controlling myself before Marjorie or the others could be caught up hi the whirlpool emotionwhich swirled and raced between Thyra and me, I said, "One thing they do teach us, Thyra, is to behonest with ourselves and each other." I held out my hands to her. If she had been taught at Arilinn she

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would have known already that anger was all too often a concealment for less permissible emotions. "Are

you ready to be so honest with me?"

Reluctantly, she took my extended hand between her own. I fought to keep my barriers down, not tobarricade myself against her. She was trembling, and I knew this was a new and distressing experience toher, that no man except Kadarin, who had been her lover for so long, had ever stirred her senses. Ithought, for a moment, she would cry. It would have been better if she had, but she bit her lip and staredat me, defiant. She whispered, half-aloud, "Don't-"

I broke the trembling rapport, knowing I could not force Thyra, as I would have had to do at Arilinn, togo into this all the way and confront what she refused to see. I couldn't Not before Marjorie.

It was not cowardice, I told myself fiercely. We were all kinsmen and kinswomen. There was simply noneed.

I said, changing the subject quickly, "We can try keying the Sharra matrix tomorrow, if you want. Haveyou explained to your father, Beltran, that we will need an isolated place to work, and asked leave to usethe helicopter?"

"I will ask him tonight, when we are at dinner," Beltran promised.

After dinner, when we were all seated in the little private study we had made our center, he came to usand told us permission had been given, that we could use the old airstrip. We talked little that night, eachthinking his or her own thoughts. I was thinking that it had certainly cost Kadarin a lot to turn the matrixover to me. All along, he had expected that he and Beltran would be wholly hi charge of this work, that Iwould be only a helper, lending skill but with no force to decisions. Beltran probably still resented mytaking charge, and his inability to be part of the circle was most likely the bitterest dose he had ever hadto swallow.

Marjorie was a little apart from us all, the heartbreaking isolation of a Keeper having already begun toslip down over her, forcing her away from the rest. I hated myself for having condemned her to this. Withone part of myself I wanted to smash it all and take her into my arms. Maybe Kadarin was right, maybethe chastity of a Keeper was the stupidest of Comyn superstitions, and Marjorie and I were goingthrough all this hell unnecessarily.

I let myself drift out of focus, trying to see ahead to a day when we would be free to love one another. And strangely, though my life :vas here and I felt I had wholly renounced my allegiance to Comyn, I stilltried to see myself breaking the news to my father.

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t came up to ordinary awareness and saw that Rafe was asleep on the hearth. Someone should wake him and send him to bed. Was this work too strenuous for a boy his age? He should be playing with button-sized matrices, not working seriously in a circle like this!

My eyes dwelt longest, with a cruel envy, on Kadarin and Thyra, side by side on the hearthrug, gazinginto the fire. No prohibition lay between them; even separated, they had each other. I saw Marjorie'seyes come to rest on them, with the same remote sadness. That, at least, we could share ... and for nowit was all we could share.

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I turned my hand over and looked with detached sorrow at the mark tattooed on my right wrist, the sealof Comyn. The sign that I was laran heir to a Domain. My father had sworn for me, before that mark wasset there, for service to Comyn, loyalty to my people.

I looked at the scar from my first year at Arilinn. It ached whenever I was doing matrix work like this; itached now. That, not the tattoo mark of my Domain, was the real sign of my loyalty to Darkover. Andnow I was working for a great rebirth of knowledge and wisdom to benefit all our world. I was breakingthe law of Arilinn by working with untrained telepaths, unmonitored matrices. Breaking their letter,perhaps, to restore their spirit all over Darkover!

When, yawning wearily, Rafe and the women went their way to bed, I detained Kadarin for a moment.

"One thing I have to know. Are you and Thyra married?"

He shook his head. "Freemates, perhaps, we never sought formal ceremonies. If she had wished I wouldhave been willing, but I have seen too many marriage customs on too many worlds to care about any ofthem. Why?"

"In a tower circle this would not arise; here it must be taken into account," I said. "Is there any possibility

that she could be carrying a child?"

He raised his eyebrow. I knew the question was an inexcusable intrusion, but it was necessary to know. He said at last, "I doubt it. I have traveled on so many worlds and been exposed to so many things ... Iam older than I look, but I have fathered no children. Probably I cannot. So I fear if Thyra really wants achild she will have to have it fathered elsewhere. Are you volunteering?" he asked, laughing.

I found the question too outrageous even to think about "I only felt I should warn you that matrix circlework could be dangerous if there was the slightest chance of pregnancy.

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Not so much for her, but for the unborn child. There have been gruesome tragedies. I felt I should warnyou."

"I should think you'd have done better to warn her," he said, "but I appreciate your delicacy." He gave me an odd, unreadable look and went away. Well, I had done no more than my duty in asking, and if the question distressed him, he would have to absorb and accept it, as I absorbed my frustration over Marjorie and accpeted the way Thyra's physical presence disturbed me. My dreams that night were disturbing, Thyra and Marjorie tangling into a single woman, so that again and again I would see one in dreams and suddenly discover it was the other. I should have recognized this as a sign of danger, but I only knew that when it was too late.

The next day was gray and lowering. I wondered if we would have to wait till spring for any reallyeffective work. It might be better, giving us time to settle into our work together, perhaps find others to fitinto the circle. Beltran and Kadarin would be impatient. Well, they would just have to master theirimpatience.

Marjorie looked cold and apprehensive; I felt the same way. A few lonesome snowflakes were driftingdown, but I could not make the snow an excuse for putting off the experiment. Even Thyra's high spirits

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were subdued.

I unwrapped the sword in which the matrix was hidden. The forge-folk must have done this; I wonderedif they had known, even halfway, what they were doing. There were old traditions about matrices likethis, installed in weapons. They came out of the Ages of Chaos, when, it is said, everything it's possible toknow about matrices was known, and our world nearly destroyed in consequence.

I said to Beltran, "It's very dangerous to key into a matrix this size without a very definite end in mind. Itmust always be controlled or it will take control of us."

Kadarin said, "You speak as if the matrix was a live thing."

"I'm not so sure it's not. I gestured at the helicopter, standing about eighty feet away at the near edge of the deserted airfield, the snow faintly beginning to edge its tail and rotors. "What I mean is this. We cannot simply key into the matrix, say fly1 and stand here watching that thing take off. We must know precisely how the mechanism works, in order to know precisely what forces we must exert, and in what directions. I suggest we begin by concentrating on turn-