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Andrew felt heartsick. He picked up her robe and spread it gently over her bare body.

“Darling—darling, what did I do to you?”

She broke out into the frantic weeping again. “I tried so hard… and I nearly killed him, Damon, Ithought I was ready and I wasn’t! I could have killed him…”

Damon smoothed her hair away from her wet face. “Don’t cry any more,
 
breda
 
. All the smiths in

Zandru’s forges can’t mend a broken egg. You didn’t kill him, that’s what matters now.”

“Are you trying to tell me that
 
Callista
 
—”

“An error of judgment,” Damon said matter-of-factly. “You shouldn’t have tried without asking me to

monitor her first and see if she was ready. I thought I could trust her.”

Andrew heard the echo of Callista’s words in his mind: “It isn’t you I don’t trust.” And Damon, saying, “The man who rapes a Keeper takes his life and his sanity in his hands.” Evidently Callista was stillguarded by a set of completely involuntary psi reflexes, reflexes she could not control… and which madeno differentiation between attempted rape and the tenderest love.

Damon said, “I’ve got to put a few stitches into Andrew’s forehead, Elli. Stay with Callista, don’t leaveher for a moment.” He caught Ellemir’s eye, saying gravely, “Do you understand how important that is?”

She nodded. Andrew suddenly noticed that she was naked too, and seemed quite unconscious of it. After a moment, as if
his
 
awareness roused it in her, she turned away and slipped into a robe of Callista’sthat was hanging on a chair, then sat down beside her sister, holding her hand tightly.

“Come along, let me stitch that cut,” Damon said. In the other half of the suite Damon got into a robe, unhurriedly went for a small kit in his bathroom, gestured to Andrew to sit under the lamp. He sponged the cut with something cold and wet which numbed it a little, then said, “Keep still. This may hurt a bit.” As a matter of fact it hurt far more than that, but was over so quickly that almost before Andrew had time to flinch Damon was sterilizing the needle in a candle flame and putting it away. He poured Andrew a drink, got himself one, and sat down across from him, looking at him thoughtfully. “If the other injury bothers you much tomorrow, take a couple of hot baths. Damn it, Andrew, what
possessed
 
you? To try that now, without even asking—”

“What the hell is it to you when—or whether—I sleep with my wife?”

“The answer to that,” Damon said, “would seem self-evident. You interrupted us at a critical moment,

you know. I would have slammed down a barrier, but I thought it might help Callista. As it was, if I

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weren’t Tower-trained, we’d both have been badly hurt. I
 
did
 
get the backlash, so it is my business, you

see. Besides,” he added, more gently, “I care a lot about Callista, and you too.”

“I thought she was simply afraid. Because she had been sheltered, protected, conditioned to virginity—”

Damon swore. “Zandru’s hells, how can things like this happen? All four of us telepaths, and not one ofus with the sense to sit down and talk things over honestly! It’s my fault. I knew, but it never occurred tome that you didn’t. I thought Leonie had told you; she evidently thought I had. And I certainly thought Callista would warn you before trying—well, hell, it’s done, it can’t be undone now.”

Andrew felt total failure, total despair. “It’s no good, is it, Damon? I’m no good to Callie or anyone else.

Shall I just… take myself quietly out of her life? Go away, stop trying, stop tormenting her?”

Damon reached out and gripped him hard. He said urgently, “Do you want her to
 
die
 
? Do you knowhow close she is to death? She can kill herself now with a thought, as easily as she almost killed
you
 
! She has no one else, nothing else, and she can put herself out of life with a single thought. Do you want todo that to her?”

“God,
 
no
 
!”

“I believe you,” Damon said after a minute, “but you’ll have to make
 
her
 
believe it.” He hesitated. “I

have to know. Did you penetrate her, even slightly?”

Andrew’s outrage was so great that Damon flinched, even before he said, “Look, Damon, what thehell—”

Damon sighed. “I could ask Callie, but I thought I might spare her that.”

Andrew looked at the floor. “I’m not sure. Everything’s… blurred.”

“I think if you had, you’d have been hurt worse,” Damon said.

Andrew said, with a flare of uncontrollable bitterness, “I didn’t know she was hating it so much!”

Damon laid a hand on the Terran’s shoulder. “She wasn’t. Don’t let this spoil the memory of what
 
was
good. That part was real.” He added, after a moment, “I know; I was there, remember? I’m sorry if thatbothers you, but it happens, you know, with telepaths, and we’ve all been linked by matrix. It
 
was
 
real,and Callista loves you, and wants you. As for the rest, she simply miscalculated, must have thought shewas free of it. You see, most Keepers, if they are going to leave, marry, fall in love, usually leave the Tower before their conditioning is complete. Or they find they can’t work without too much trouble andpain, so their conditioning comes unstuck and they give up and leave. The training for a Keeper is awful. Two out of three girls who try it can’t even manage it. And once it
 
is
 
complete, and properly done, it’svery rare for it to disappear. When Leonie gave Callista leave to marry, she must have thought it was oneof those rare cases, otherwise Callista would not have wished to leave the Tower.”

Andrew turned white as he listened. “What can be done about it?”

“I don’t know,” Damon said honestly. “I’ll do what I can.” He passed a weary hand over his forehead. “I wish I had some
 
kirian
 
to give her. But for now, what she needs is reassurance, and only you can give her that. Come and try.”

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Ellemir had washed Callista’s tear-stained face, combed and braided her hair, and put her into hernightgown. When she saw Andrew, her eyes filled with tears again.

“Andrew, I did try! Don’t hate me! I nearly… nearly…”

“I know.” He took her fingers in his. “You should have told me exactly what it was that you were afraid

of, love.”

“I couldn’t.” Her eyes were full of guilt and pain.

“I meant what I said before, Callista. I love you, and I can wait for you. As long as I have to.”

She clung tightly to his hand. Damon bent over her. He said, “Elli will sleep with you tonight. I want herclose to you all the time. Are you in any pain?”

She nodded, biting her lip. Damon said, “Ellemir, when you dressed her, were there any burns orblackening?”

“Nothing serious. A blackened patch on the inside of one thigh,” Ellemir said, putting aside the nightgown, and Andrew, hovering, looked with horror at the scorched mark on the flesh. Did the psi force strike like lightning, then? Damon said, “No scarring, probably. But, damn it, Callie, I hate to have to ask, but…”

“No,” she said quickly, “he did not penetrate me.”

Damon nodded, obviously relieved, and Andrew, looking at the blackened burn mark, suddenlyrealized, in horror, why Damon had asked.

“Andrew’s not hurt much, a bump on the head, no concussion. But if you’re having pains, I’d better check you.” At her half-voiced protest he said gently, “Callista, I was monitoring psi mechanics when you were only a child. That’s right, lie on your back. Not so much light, Elli, I can’t see much in this light.” Andrew thought that sounded odd, but as Ellemir dimmed the lights, Damon nodded approval. He beckoned Andrew close. “I wish to hell I’d had the sense to show you this a long time ago.”

He moved his fingertips over Callista’s body, not touching her, about an inch above her nightgown. Andrew blinked, seeing a soft glowing light follow his fingertips, faint swirling currents, pulsing here andthere with dim clouded spirals of color.

“Look. Here are the main nerve channels—wait, I want you to see a normal pattern first. Ellemir?”

Obediently she stretched out beside Callista. Damon said, “Look, the main currents, the channels oneither side of the spine, positive and negative, and branching out from them, the main centers: forehead,throat, solar plexus, womb, base of the spine, genitals.” He pointed out the spiraling centers of brightlight. “Ellemir is an adult, sexually awakened woman,” he said with quiet detachment. “If she were avirgin, the currents would be the same, only these lower centers would be less bright, carrying lessenergy. This is the normal pattern. In a Keeper, these currents have been altered, by conditioning, to cutoff the impulses from the lower channels, the same channels which carry sexual energies and psi force. Ina normal telepath—Ellemir has a considerable amount of
laran
 
— the two forces arise together atpuberty and after certain upheavals, which we call threshold sickness, settle down to work selectively,carrying one or the other as the need arises, and all powered by the same force in the mind. Sometimesthe channels overload. Remember how I warned you when we worked in the matrix about temporary

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impotence? But in a Keeper, the psi forces handled are so enormous that a two-way flow would be too strong for any single body to handle unless the channels are kept completely clear for psi force. So the upper channels are separated from the lower ones, which handle sexual vitality, and there are no backflows. What we have here”—he gestured to Callista, and Andrew was absurdly reminded of a lecture-demonstrator in anatomy—“is a major overload on the channels. Normally the psi forces flow
 
around
 
the sexual centers, without involving them. But look here.” He gestured, showing Andrew that Callista’s lower vital centers, so clear in Ellemir, were dully luminous, pulsing like inflamed wounds, a heavy, unhealthy, sluggish swirling. “There has been sexual awakening and stimulation, but the channels which would normally carry off those impulses have been blocked and short-circuited by the Keeper’s training.” Gently he laid his hands against her body, touching one of the swirling currents. There was a definite, audible
snap
 
, and Callista moaned.

“That hurt? I was afraid so,” Damon apologized. “And I can’t even clear the channels. There’s no
 
kirian

in the house, is there? You’d never be able to stand the pain, otherwise.”

This was all Greek to Andrew, but he could see the turgid, dull-red swirl which, in Callista, replaced thesmooth luminous pulses he could see in Ellemir’s body.

“Don’t worry about it now,” Damon said. “It may clear itself after you’ve slept.”

Callista said faintly, “I think I could sleep better with Andrew holding me.”

Damon replied compassionately, “I know how you feel,
 
breda
 
, but it wouldn’t be wise. Once you haveactually begun responding to him, there are two conflicting sets of reflexes trying to work at once.” Heturned to Andrew, with grave emphasis. “I don’t want you to touch her, not at all, until the channels areclear again!” He added sternly to Callista, “That means both of you.”

Ellemir got into bed beside Callista, covered them both. Andrew noticed that the swirling luminouschannels had faded to invisibility again and wondered how Damon had made them visible. Damon,picking up the thought, said, “No trick, I’ll show you how it’s done sometime. You have enough
 
laran
for that. Why don’t you get into Callista’s bed and try to sleep? You look as if you need it. I’m going tostay here and monitor Callista until I know she’s not going into crisis.”

Andrew lay down in Callista’s bed. It smelled, still, with the faint fragrance of her hair, the scent shealways used, a delicate flowery perfume. For a time he lay awake in restless misery, thinking that he haddone this to Callista. She had been right all along! He could see Damon, silent in the armchair, brooding,silent, watching over them, and it seemed for a moment that he saw Damon not as a physical being, butas a network of magnetic currents, electrical fields, a network, a crisscross of energies. At last he fell intoa restless doze.

Andrew slept little that night. His head ached unendurably, and every separate nerve in his body seemedto be screaming with tension. Now and then he started awake, hearing Callista moan or cry out in hersleep, and he could not help nightmarishly reliving his failure. It was getting light outside when he saw Damon slip quietly from his chair and go toward his own room. Andrew slid out of bed and followedhim. Damon, in the half-light looked exhausted and grave. “Couldn’t you sleep either, kinsman?”

“I was asleep for a while.” Andrew thought that Damon looked terrible. Damon picked up the thought and grinned wryly. “Riding all day yesterday, and all the hullabaloo last night… but I’m fairly sure she’s not going into crisis or convulsions this time, so I can slip away and get a nap.” He turned into his own

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