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Thum, kathump. His heart skittered again in fear. тАЬPut your hand here, Resmiranda.тАЭ Henry guided her
flattened palm atop LottaтАЩs shift, just above her shrunken breasts. He kept one hand on the childтАЩs.
Pulsing green light outlined ResmirandaтАЩs tiny hand. Good. The magic had begun. тАЬAnd you must hold my
other hand, Mathilde.тАЭ He beckoned ResmirandaтАЩs mother closer. тАЬI do not like this, Lord Henry.тАЭ
Mathilde sidled nearer, hesitant, chin quivering. She ran her gold-and-ivory prayer beads through her
fingers much too rapidly to actually recite any prayers. тАЬFather Truman should be here. He should offer
prayers for her soul. Only through a priest and the blessed saints can we request the miracle of healing.тАЭ

The golden cross of the prayer chain glinted in the flickering candlelight. The etching had been worn
almost smooth over the generations. Mathilde used her wedding gift so much, she might have to replace
the beads soon. TheyтАЩd been new only two generations ago.
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тАЬTake my hand, Mathilde. Why would God give my family this special talent if not to use it? We seek to
heal, not to harm.тАЭ

тАЬSometimes we are given tests. Not giving in to the temptation to use тАШspecialтАЩ gifts can sanctify our
souls,тАЭ Mathilde replied. Henry wanted to scoff at her objections. тАЬBeing afraid of God-given talents is a
sin as well. Come. Join us and learn that we do not abuse our gifts. We use our powers only for good.тАЭ
He grasped the young womanтАЩs hand, prayer beads and all. She didnтАЩt pull away. Not yet anyway.

The vibrations of LottaтАЩs uneven breathing tingled through ResmirandaтАЩs palm up into his arm to become
a ringing in his back teeth. His heart found the rhythm of the growing power.

Mathilde tried jerking her hand away with a gasp of surprise. Henry strengthened his grip on her, not
caring that the delicate bones seemed to shift beneath his fingers.

Resmiranda looked puzzled but did not withdraw. Diddosrwydd thumped her tail and laid her huge head
upon ResmirandaтАЩs foot. The dog offered her own strength to the spell, a substitute matron should
Mathilde balk. Not a perfect substitute, but perhaps enough to complete the chain of power. тАЬNow think
about warmth and calm, Resmiranda,тАЭ Henry whispered. Hers was the greater talent and strength at the
moment. He was only a catalyst and guide. тАЬPicture in your mind how evenly and smoothly you draw
breath in and let it go. Breathe deep.тАЭ His voice took on a chanting quality. Resmiranda breathed in
rhythm with his words. His heart settled into the same even cadence. He repeated his instructions in
Welsh, the language of their origin. He closed his eyes and listened to the fire sputter in the rushlights, to
the rain on the roof above them, to the soft shift of stone and earth as the stone foundations settled into
the earth just a little. When he knew all of them were breathing in harmony, how the dog Diddosrwydd
joined them with her own rumbling moans, and the world circled around them in the rhythm of their lives,
he spoke in Welsh again. тАЬPicture in your mind, Resmiranda, how the air goes into Aunt LottaтАЩs chest,
circles around, and leaves again. See it in your mind. Follow it through the cycle. Breathe in, breathe out.

тАЬSee in your mind that Lotta breathes as deeply, as evenly as you do. Nothing blocks the air in her
body. Nothing slows it down. Smooth and even.тАЭ ResmirandaтАЩs hand grew hot beneath his. The rattling
vibrations in LottaтАЩs chest faded to a smoother passage of air. Henry seemed to rise above his body,
looking down on himself, Lotta, Resmiranda, and her mother. A bright green glow pulsed outward from
their joined hands to envelop his wife in healing. Witchchild! The word echoed through HenryтАЩs mental
and physical ears, jolting him out of rapport with the great healing magic that connected him to the three