I darted beneath a stallion. I slammed my weapon into its belly. It whinnied in pain, throwing its rider to the ground. He crashed in a clattering pil.... I landed on him.He gurgled as my katar ripped from his throat.My ears twitched as I leaped straight up in the air. My tail slashed behind me, turning me, letting me witness the battlefield. The soldiers were in disarray, half down or dying, others broken and shattered.“That’s right!” I shouted. I let out a chortle of delight.The air crackled. And why do you think one sound is a note and another isn't? What is the difference between the sounds you make playing the harp and the sounds a camel makes when it spits?" The harp is pleasing," I said.He smiled. "Some Bedouins are quite fond of the sound of their camels spitting," he teased. "Try again." I was flummoxed. He took pity on me. "Remember what I tell you, Saladin, for it can teach you much if think of it often. There is no difference between the sound of a harp and the sound of a. Almost instantly the hands are back, undoing the rest of the shirt buttons. I lean my head back, and then I feel little hairs tickle my breasts, and then a light pressure and warmth, and then I feel a warm kiss on my lips. I can't stop myself, and I raise a hand to feel if someone is really there, and for an instant, I think I feel skin, but then it is gone. I drop my hand.Now there is the sensation of lips nibbling at my neck, kissing their way down to my breasts. The blood rushes into my. "I smiled at that. The end wasn't immediately in sight, but at leastthere was a chance of me sort of going on with life a little morenormally!"Okay, now that we've talked, let's get you breakfast before I want toteach you a few more things before the testing tomorrow."The next several hours the baby routine continued and she taught me agreat deal about the principles behind magic and ley lines. By the timelunch came around I felt like I had some new ideas on how to workspells. She had also.