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hardly seemed to touch the grass, and
sparks danced around her like tiny stars.
    When at last
she stopped, her legs ached and her breath came in gasps. She
glanced over at Bane, who was deep in conversation with Mithran,
and not watching her as she had hoped. Tallis followed her gaze,
then took her hand and led her towards the feast table.
    "Let us have
some strawberries and cream."
     
     
    Bane shook his
head. "No, it is not right."
    "Come on, Son,
I want you to," Mithran urged. "It's better than doing it to Mirra,
and I have nothing to hide. If you find some memories of your
mother, you deserve to share them. You've got to get this thing
under control."
    Grem padded up
and flopped down beside Mithran, mopping his brow with his sleeve
before taking a gulp of wine from the cup in his other hand.
"What's going on?"
    Mithran
explained, and Grem's brows shot up. "Wow. You can try it on me if
you like."
    Bane frowned.
"Why is everyone so keen for me to read their minds?"
    Grem shrugged.
"Just wanted to help."
    Mithran shot
Bane a reproachful look. "Would you rather we refused to let you
touch us?"
    "I would
understand, but I would not prefer it, and you do not have to
volunteer."
    "Well, it
seems we want to."
    "Damn right,"
Grem said, revealing the fact that he had imbibed a little too much
wine.
    Mithran put
his arm around Bane's shoulders and leant closer. "Well, what do
you see?"
    Bane closed
his eyes as a vision of a young girl rushed into his mind, her
bright blue eyes alight with glee, her raven hair flying around her
head as she ran into his arms and embraced him passionately. He
leapt to his feet with a startled oath, freeing himself of
Mithran's touch and the vision.
    Mithran gazed
up at him, looking abashed. "I guess that wasn't the most
appropriate thing to show you."
    "No, it was
not."
    "Sorry."
    Grem put down
his cup and stood, swaying. "I reckon what you need is summing you
wanna block out, but that you can't so easy."
    Mithran
smiled. "Tie him up?"
    "Nar, I reckon
we just sit on him a bit."
    "You are both
drunk," Bane said.
    Grem raised
his brows. "Mebbe."
    "Trouble with
him," Mithran pointed out, "is he's stronger than the two of us put
together."
    "Aye, there is
that," Grem agreed, "but if he knows what's good for 'im, he won't
put up too much of a struggle."
    "That's a
bloody good idea." Mithran jumped up, and Bane backed away, eyeing
them.
    "No, it is
not."
    Grem glanced
at Mithran. "Don't he have... whadayacallit... modes? Like combat
mode, normal mode, that sort of thing?"
    Mithran
shrugged. "Search me."
    "No, I do
not," Bane said.
    "Good." Grem
nodded. "Get his legs."
    Bane swung to
face his father as Mithran circled him, grinning. "This is a bad
idea."
    Grem chuckled.
"I think it's bloody brilliant."
    "You're a
genius, Grem," Mithran averred.
    Grem feinted,
drawing Bane's attention, and Mithran tackled him around the legs,
yanking them from under him. Bane sprawled on his back with a
grunt, and Grem flung himself onto Bane's chest, straddled him and
pinned his wrists. Bane fought the urge to laugh at their rough
horseplay, then the vision filled his mind, and he grimaced.
     
     
    Gasps from
several healers made Mirra glance around, and she froze in
astonishment, a spoonful of strawberries and cream poised before
her mouth, which fell open. Bane lay prone on the grass, Grem
seated on his chest and Mithran on his legs, both looking smug and
a little triumphant. The strawberry on her spoon slid off and
landed in the bowl with a soft plop, breaking her fascination. She
put down the bowl and started towards them, but someone grabbed her
arm, and she turned to find Tallis holding her back.
    "Leave them,
Mir."
    "What in the
world are they doing to him?"
    "Whatever it
is, I am sure it will not harm him."
    "It is not him
I am worried about. They are both drunk."
    Tallis tilted
her head. "You think he will hurt them?"
    "No." Mirra
gazed at the trio. "But it still does not strike me as a terribly
good idea. Even