I know that path that has been set out before me, and I willingly except it and the recurring struggles it will entail.  My only regret is that I cannot spare those that are closest to me.

Adir Radd, The Testament

After the bonfires turned to ashes, the assembled revelers wended their way through the labyrinthine streets on their way home.  Valeryn shared his house with the crew of the Valkyrie.  

Ianus woke up before the sun had managed its way over the horizon and strolled leisurely through the city street.  The sunlight glinted off the gilded roofs of various houses and temples on either side of the sandstone streets.  The sweet smell of the burned spice woods lingered on the air.  Bakers and other chefs had began cooking for the day.

So many people filled every alley; it hardly looked like the same city.  Everywhere Ianus looked groups of Enmadra towered over the crimson robed A’nath-ari who talked or practiced their arts.  There was an urgency in the air that Ianus had never felt before.  This was the moment these people had been waiting for.  They had trained all their life for what was coming.  Most had never faced anything like the coming storm.  They were both frightened and excited.  He could see it in their eyes.

Around a corner, Eman was giving a group of A’nath-ari their marching orders.  He bowed and turned around, “Hello.  Ianus, I didn’t expect to see you up this early.  You were one of the last to leave the square.”

“Me?” Ianus nodded, “You were still there when I left.  How is it that you are already issuing orders?”

“My kind don’t have to sleep in quite the same way you do.  We have learned to get through the day after only a period of deep meditation.  Are you ready for today?”

“Yes.  I’m sure I am.  I can do whatever you need me to do.”

“Don’t you start too.  Look, the A’nath-ari serve us as penance for their many years of terror after the death of Adir Radd.”

“He had been murdered.”

“That cannot excuse the bombing, the lynching, and the all out war that they brought to the galaxy.  Nothing excuses the nightmare they unleashed.  We knew others would rally to their cause, so we brought them under our control.  Now they benefit the communities they once harmed.  You do not serve us.  You are your own.  I might ask you to do something but it is always your decision whether to do it or not.  Do you understand?”

“Yes,” said Ianus glumly, “I understand.”

Hinun walked up to them and bowed, “Eman, I have good news.  The east gate has been repaired.  The new eidolons have installed themselves.”

“Very good, were there any incidences while our defenses were down?”

“No, the reputation of these lands scared away any would be treasure seekers.”

“I’ve been wondering,” Ianus said, “Why do you use eidolons for defense?”  

“O, we use them for much more,” said Hinun.  “The eidolons move apart from their matrix.  If they are defeated, they learn the defect in their action or substance, and evolve.  They are always improving, which makes them ideal for many tasks.”

“Isn’t it dangerous to have so many evolving life forms roving around you?  I mean if they can think for themselves what maintains their loyalty?”

“They are all designed for a particular mission or purpose, and not all of them can think for themselves.  The more dangerous ones have no minds or free will as you might say.”

“Do you want to be in the middle of the coming storm with us?  If so, I will hold nothing back from you,” said Eman.

“I would like nothing more,” said Ianus, grinning.

“Very good.  Cythraul will make his move soon, and we have to be ready.  In the past, he amassed an army before he made his move.  That gave us time to amass an army of our own.  We would strike before he was ready and break his forces.”

“That is why you are here,” said Hinun, “The Vaticinars believe he will strike here first, before we can prepare.  We only have one advantage.  He doesn’t know we are expecting him.  With luck, we can turn his surprise attack into our ambush.”

“How can he attack?  You don’t think he already has an army do you?”  Ianus asked.

“A large number of Raewyn joined his rebellion, but they haven’t been seen for a long time.  He could be using them,” said Hinun.

“No,” Eman shook his head, “He knows the rules, if he attacks openly, he will be inviting the whole Empyrean to intervene.  No, he has something up his sleeve.  There is something we haven’t foreseen.  His joviality last night proves that.  We have to be ready for anything.  Somehow, he has kept the Vaticinars from seeing his plans.  I have to admit, that troubles me.”

“Well, then,” said Ianus, “We have to make a plan of our own, don’t we?”

By the time Tara woke up, the house was empty.  She found some bread lying on the table in the dining room, and ate it for breakfast.  She was surprised no one was waiting around to interrogate her.

After she had arrived, Kanu and Valeryn led her away to the festivities.  She danced all night, and no one had mentioned the theft of the To’asaa or the Sangrida.  Part of her was happy that she didn’t have to answer any more questions.  It did make her nervous.  They were not reacting at all like she expected.

She left the house and walked down the street to the town square.  Numerous A’nath-ari were practicing their art.  Tara formed a staff with the To’asaa. 

Rounding on her heels, she thrust the staff forward.  Then quickly to the back.

“Would you like help?”  Kanu asked.

Tara nodded, “Do you have some pointers for me?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen you fight.  I can spar with you, if you like?”

“Kanu?”  Tara hesitated, “Why did you help me?  I mean, why are you helping me?  You know what I’ve done.  You know the people I once worked for.”

Kanu turned his back to her, “Eight years ago, I was a foolish teen.  I was attracted to the teachings of Adir Radd, but I didn’t stop there.  I came upon the writings of some of his disciples, after the madness had blinded them.  The A’nath-ari found me while I was planning a bombing.  They showed me the error of my ways.  I understand what it’s like to make a mistake.  That was all I could do.  I have to serve life.”

“I had no idea.  It makes a lot of sense.”

“Many of the people here have a similar story.  I am living proof that anyone can change.  I will help you no matter what happens.”  Kanu formed a staff with his periapt, “Would you like to spar?”

“Sure, if you really want to, but take it easy on me I haven’t taken vows yet.”

Kanu turned to face her.  They bowed.

Their staves clacked together.

Kanu swept his foot to trip her.  She met his leg and wrapped her foot behind his knee.

As he fell, Kanu twisted his body and landed on his hands.  He slid underneath her and grabbed her belt, pulling her down with him.

Tara rolled to her left.  She slammed the staff flat on the ground.  Light rippled from the impact as the staff reformed to throw her into the air.  Landing on her feet, she looked up to find Kanu.

He was just getting to his feet, “That was very good,” he said, “Would you like to go on to the sword next?”

“What is this?”  Barami said sternly, “Do you have a new Master?  Why wasn’t I informed?”

“O no, Master Barami,” Tara bowed, “We were just practicing.”

“I am surprised you didn’t come to me before you came out here to practice.  Your future in the order does rest in my hands, and since I’ve been appointed to the Camarilla, that is even truer than before.”

“I’m sorry, I should have gone looking for you, but I didn’t know where you were.”

“You betrayed the order!  That is not easily forgotten.”  Barami looked down at the To’asaa.  Sweat beaded up on his brow.  “What do you think you’re doing wearing that.  It is not for you!”

“It has chosen me.  I don’t know why, but it speaks to me.  It even sings me to sleep at night.”

“What?  Am I suppose to believe that?  You stole the To’asaa twice, and now I’m suppose to take your word that it has chosen you to own it?  I’m not a fool, you know!” 

“How can I prove to you that I’m telling the truth?  Name your test and I’ll take it.  I’m not lying to you!”

“Sure you’re not.  You still have to stand trial for your crimes.”

“Fine!”  Kanu said, “The Enmadra administer courts of law.  What are you waiting for?  Press your charges.  They could even submit her to the trial of the Vaticinars, if you so wish.  Well?  Which will it be?”

Barami sneered at Kanu, “This is an internal matter of the Bahn Se’leen.  This has nothing to do with the Enmadra.”

“I’m afraid I can’t agree,” said Kanu.  “The Enmadra are a sovereign people, the Jade Moon is not.  If you want justice you must submit her case to the lay court.”

“And I will take the judgment,” said Tara, standing proud, “No matter what it is.  I will pay for my crimes.”

“Do you think you can undo all that you’ve done so easily?”

“No,” said Tara, “I cannot undo anything that I’ve done, but I can change what I’m doing.”

Daru finished her prayers.  She stood up from the kneeler, and bowed toward the altar.  The weight of the future lifted from her shoulders.  The prayers were said, all that was left was business and planning.

She left the temple, and saw Aashen and Tuun coming toward her.  They greeted each other.

“Praying?”  Aashen asked, “We spent most of the morning in there.  I recited every litany and prayer I know.”

“Me too,” said Daru, “So much has happened lately.  I never thought I would ever see this town, much less pray in it’s temples.  This is like a dream and a nightmare at the same time.”

Daru looked at the brilliantly painted mural of Adir Radd and Tien Shaa leading their armies against those of Dov Lavan.  “This is all happening again, isn’t it?”  Daru asked.

“That never happened,” said Tuun, “Master Radd was dead before the war broke out, and the A’nath-ari were terrorists.”

“I know all that,” said Daru, “But if Cythraul has formed another champion, that is how Lavan fell from grace.”

“If you listen to the Enmadra, they are expecting a more subtle attack this time,” said Aashen.

“What could be more subtle than a surprise kidnapping and assassination?”

“When we were children, Aashen and I were kidnapped by slavers,” said Tuun, “They would slip into a busy marketplace disguised as traders.  When they sensed the time was right they would strike.  They would just start shooting indiscriminately into the crowd.  In the ensuing chaos, they would snatch as many people as possible.  Later, they would claim responsibility for the attack in the name of some terrorist group.  While the authorities were hunting down the terrorists, they would get away without anyone knowing they did it.”

“You call that subtle?  Didn’t anyone notice the missing people?”

“At the time they were thought to have been taken hostage, or that their bodies had been destroyed by one of the blasts.  They got away with it for a long time.  That was their secret.  No one saw them move.  They saw only what the slavers wanted them to see?”

“I see what you’re saying,” said Daru, “I can’t believe there are still slavers.  You never hear about them on the news.”

“As long as the power of money is absolute, there will always be slavery.  Money buys justice, and a lot of people simply can’t afford it.”

“You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“I see it too often.  There are some societies that desperately try to hold on to the rule of law, but there will always be judges and politicians that can be bought.  It’s sad, but true.”

“Then what are we fighting for?  The Enmadra talk about the battle to preserve liberty, if that can be bought and sold then this is all pointless.”

“It can also be scared out of your hands,” said Tara, walking up to them sheepishly.  “I’m sorry for everything that I did to all of you.  I hope you can forgive me.”

Daru bit her lip.  “Just tell me why you did it.”

“I was scared, I could see all of our traditions slipping away.  I wanted to do something, and Panthera held to the old ways.  By the time I realized what I had gotten myself into, I was too afraid to do anything about it.  Panthera always told us that everyone who didn’t hold to the old ways was destined for eternal damnation.  With that hanging over me, I didn’t dare speak out.  Even after I realized that he was lying, I was afraid of what he would do to me.  It wasn’t until I stole the To’asaa that I realized I could choose another way.  I just wish I would have come to my senses sooner.”

“And the To’asaa has helped you, how?”

“It talks to me.  It whispers advice in my ear, but I couldn’t have done it without you.  You were always there for me, giving me advice whenever I needed it.  You talked me into leaving Panthera forever.”

“I had no idea,” said Daru, “Although that would explain all of those questions.  I had my suspicions about you, but didn’t think I was helping you.”

“You all did.  I only hope you can trust me enough to help with everything that’s coming.  Eman said he wanted me to help, but I told him I wouldn’t if you didn’t approve.  Your opinion means a lot to me.”

“I will not stand in the way of the Enmadra,” said Daru.  “If they want you on the team that’s fine with me.”

Aashen and Tuun agreed.

“Anyway, we’re going to need all the help we can get,” said Daru, smiling.  “And if there is anything I can do to help you, let me know.  We got to make sure you stay on the straight and narrow, don’t we.”

Tara blushed, “That is more kindness than I deserve.  If you want to help, all I really need is support, and hope.”

Night fell over the city.  The time was right.  Faroh wound his way up the hill toward Usekht Maati.  His mind was still clouded.  The thoughts and memories of Dov Lavan haunted him.   He fought back the foreign personality, but at a great cost.  He was weakened.  Lavan taunted him from the corner of his mind:  A faint whisper with a venomous tongue.

Tonight was for reconnaissance.  Cythraul had made that point painfully clear.  He had to know if the Enmadra had returned, and what the cities defenses were like.  They had to plan carefully if they were going to succeed.  He had searched all day, and could only find one clear and easy approach up the mountain.  

It would be difficult to bring an army to bear on the city.  Even if they survived the ascent of the mountain, they would surely break on the walls.

The walls raised fifty feet out of the solid rock.  Not a problem for a well-trained maker, Faroh simply leaped onto the battlement landing in the embrasure, but an army would have a much harder time.  He was surprised to see that there were no guards on patrol.

Faroh smiled malevolently at the lightless towers.  They must have no idea what Cythraul was up to.  He thought that they would be on alert after having lost one of their gatekeepers, but they didn’t even have Eidolons standing guard.

*This will be too easy,* he thought to himself as he jumped off the wall onto the town square.  *They do not understand the danger they are facing.*

He crept along the wall.  There was no sign of the Enmadra.  A few A’nath-ari walked through the town square and down the city streets.  They were walking slowly, calmly.

One of them sat near a fountain, reading under the light of a street lamp.  The voice of Lavan cackled with laughter.  

“I know that one,” it hissed, “He is Valeryn Kamau, a Raewyn.  He has been hunting your precious Cythraul since his pitiful rebellion.  While he might be useful to rid yourself of that parasite, he is too dangerous.  Take him out, and the city will be yours.”

Faroh resisted the voice.  He knew if he gave in, it would only become more powerful.  He had to fight it off.  He had to win.

A dark cloud writhing with lightning flew from Faroh’s periapt striking Valeryn to the ground.

He was obviously trying to scream, but without air he couldn’t make a sound.

“He is already down,” the voice said, “Kill him!  Now, before it’s too late.”

Faroh stood over him, and watched him gasp for air.  Raising his hand, Faroh began to draw Valeryn’s life force from him.

“Stop that!”  He heard a woman shout.

He turned around, “Little Tara Lael?”  He said laughing at the sword in her hand, “What do you think you can possibly do to me?  Go to bed.  I have work to do.”

Tara ran toward him, swinging the blade before her.

Faroh formed a blade, and quickly deflected her sword.  She dropped to her knees, and swept him off his feet with a swipe of her arm across the back of his legs.

Distressed, Faroh rolled off his back into the air.  He threw his weight toward her, grabbing her arm.  He lifted her off the ground and tossed her at the fountain.

She kicked off the sculpture, and twisted around the stone Enmadra’s waist.

“You have learned quite a bit since the last time I met you,” said Faroh, “You should be dead by now.”

“Too bad you haven’t learned anything.”

“Little girl, you have no idea what you’re talking about.  You once served Panthera, come now, serve me.  I will succeed where he failed!  Do you see this!”  Faroh held out his hand so she could see the periapt, “This is no mere replica!  It belonged to the Ara’lu himself.  Join me, and you can serve at my side.”

“Never!”  Tara cried out, “I left Panthera, and I will not be enslaved again.”

“Who said anything about slavery?”  Faroh heard footsteps behind him.  He turned quickly.  

Ianus Akeru and some woman were entering the square.

Ianus’ eyes were different.  A blood colored haze covered them.  “What are you doing here, Lavan?”  Ianus shouted, “Your kind are not permitted in this city.”

Faroh was disoriented.  He staggered around helplessly.  He looked over at Ianus, but saw only a man with long black hair and crimson robes.  “Adir Radd,” he muttered.  Looking over at Tara, he could only see the figure of Tien Shaa.  “What are you doing to me?”

“Flee, you fool,” the voice of Lavan sneered.

He turned and ran as fast as he could to escape the city, but the vision wouldn’t leave his eyes.  Adir Radd had somehow returned.

Tara watched as Ianus fell on the cold city street.  She sprinted across the square.  Daru dropped to her knees and cradled Ianus in her arms.

“Ianus, speak to me,” said Daru brushing his hair out of his face, “Talk to me.  What’s happening?  What’s wrong?”

“He slit my throat,” Ianus cried out, “I’m bleeding.  Please help me, I’m bleeding.”

Daru ran her fingers across his throat, “No one slit your throat.  You’re not bleeding.  Everything’s all right.  Just breathe.”

“Listen to me,” the voice of Tien Shaa whispered in Tara’s ear, “I have seen this before.  Adir Radd is sharing with him.  I can help.  Lay your hand on his forehead.”

Tara did as she was told, and a soft, green light issued from the To’asaa.

Ianus exhaled.  His body relaxed.  He grinned and opened his eyes, “I remember everything.”  He looked into Tara’s eyes, “You understand too don’t you.”

Tara nodded.

“Well, I don’t,” said Daru.

“My periapt once belonged to Adir Radd, he just shared his memories with me.  Has the To’asaa shared with you yet?”

“No,” said Tara, “It says I’m not yet ready.”

“I’m okay,” said Valeryn hobbling over, “Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m sorry.”  Daru and Tara said together.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m okay.  Please be more observant in the future, would you?”

They all nodded.

Ianus stared at Valeryn, he remembered him now.  His soft touch on Adir’s body, the tenderness of his lips, the smell of his hair.  He understood why he was jealous of Pryor and Valeryn, and why he always felt so close to Tien Shaa and Uma Nari.

“That was the man who killed Ihy Khem, wasn’t it?”  Daru asked, looking at Tara intently.

“Yes, I know him.  His name is Faroh Raanan.  He too was a servant of Panthera, but it looks like he has found a new master.”

“I met him at Shiloh,” said Ianus, unable to take his eyes off Valeryn, “He said he was in the Jade Moon.  He said he served the Camarilla under Master Theron.  I showed him around the campus.  I helped him.”

“You didn’t know,” said Valeryn, “No one did or he would have been caught.  Now he is something else.  Something much more dangerous.  He has all of Dov Lavan’s memories, and has begun to master the old techniques.”

“The three gems have found their masters again,” said Daru.  “I suspect there is more going on than we have seen.”

“This has happened before?”  Tara asked.

“Yes, this has happened nine times before.  The last time was six hundred and forty-eight years ago.  Atarah Lien was chosen to bear the To’asaa.  The rebellion was crushed, but not before a great deal of bloodshed.  It was rumored that Lavan’s periapt had been used by the Ual-leen, but it was never proven.”

“There’s no way I am worthy to bear the To’asaa,” said Tara, “It must have me confused with this Atarah Lien.  I mean Atarah Lien, Tara Lael.  Our names are very similar.”

“Why would you say something like that?”  Valeryn asked.

“I am a former Ual-leen agent.  I was on the other side.”

“I thought you were reading the old stories?”  Daru said.  “If you had been you would know that Kahlil Vamu Shaa was not always Vamu Shaa.  He was born Kahlil Mehtar.  He was one of the original A’nath-ari.  In the early days of the war, before Tien Shaa had realized that Dov Lavan had betrayed his vows, Kahlil had killed Tien Shaa’s only son.  He, then, snuck into Tien Shaa’s room to kill him.

“Something overcame him that night.  He couldn’t kill him.  Instead, he fell to his knees and confessed to the murder of Tien Shaa’s son.  Tien Shaa was so distraught, he collapsed on his bed and cried.  His first thought was vengeance, but he realized that the ending of one life could not repay the loss of his son.  That day, he gave Kahlil the vows of the Jade Moon, and told him his penance would be to fill the void he had created.

“Tien Shaa adopted Kahlil Mehtar, and renamed him Vamu Shaa, which means of the family Shaa, in the old tongue.  In time, he even came to love Kahlil as a son.  He was known as the beloved disciple.

“If he could choose Kahlil, he could choose you.”

Tara nodded, “I guess you’re right.  So, what are we going to do?”

“Tonight, we have to rest,” said Ianus, “In the morning, you and Daru should go to the Enmadra.  Tell them what we have learned.  Valeryn, out of the nine times this has happened before, can I presume you were there?”

“You can,” said Valeryn.

“Then you should be ready to help the other members of the Jade Moon prepare for the battle ahead.”

“You should go straight to bed,” said Tara, “The To’asaa says that you will need the rest.  Wear the periapt.  It will teach you while you sleep.”

Ianus’ dreams were filled with memories and training sessions.  He remembered the first time Adir Radd ever used the periapt and the ways he learned to communicate more efficiently with it.  He remembered the first time Adir met a young Kahlil Mehtar, and he remembered his good friendship with both Tien Shaa and Dov Lavan.

Tien Shaa had such a good sense of humor.  He had never thought about what the founder of his religion would do in his spare time.  The idea that he would joke around with his friends had never entered his mind.

His memories of Dov Lavan were more disturbing.  He had been Adir’s best friend since childhood.  They would tell each other everything.  Lavan was such a nice and kind man.  Then one day, they were discussing the ancient legends of the Enmadra.  The suggestion that different people could read them and find alternate meaning in the text trouble him.  He relied on the ancient commentaries.

One day, he announced that he had made a new friend, a Raewyn named Hlachar Cythraul.  He seemed to calm down after that.  Even Tien Shaa commented on how much Lavan had improved under Cythraul’s tutelage.

The attack was unforeseen.  After being kidnapped, he was taken to the grotto where Lavan held court.  

Lavan told him in the gentlest voice that he fear a demon had possessed Adir, a demon that proclaimed she was a god.  He offered his help.

Adir stood silently.

Lavan focused on his periapt.  Light shot from it, bathing Adir in its radiance.  Lavan tried to seek out the demon to expel it, but there was no demon there.  Confused, he struggled for words.  He offered to share all he had learned.

Adir refused.

Enraged, Lavan rushed Adir.  Forming a knife with his periapt, he slit Adir's throat.  Adir fell over on the altar bleeding. 

Lavan stumbled backwards, dropping the knife.  He muttered under his breath.  

Cythraul stepped forward, and said, "So it ends for all heretics.  Destroy the infection and cure the disease."

Lavan turned to Cythraul, “No, he is not dead.”

Adir stood up, and formed a blade.

“Then finish him!” Cythraul commanded.

Lavan formed a sword and looked pleadingly at Cythraul.  Unable to stop himself, he turned to face Adir, and slashed at him.  

He struck at Adir.  

Confused, he winced as his blade almost hit Adir.  They fought up the steps from the grotto into the temple.

“Adir run!” Lavan yelled.

Adir turned and ran for the exit.

Lavan leapt into the air.  Landing in front of Adir, he spun around and closed his eyes.  The blade cut through Adir’s neck... Darkness.

When Ianus woke up, he was in a somber mood.  The traumas of another man’s life were fresh in his mind.  Another man’s, he didn’t want to admit that they were his own.  

He decided to skip breakfast, and go see Arun.  He had unfinished business with him.

Valeryn was reclining in the lounge.  “Did you sleep well?”  He asked, lifting his head slightly to look at Ianus.

“I had vivid memories for dreams, but other then that yes.”

Silence.  Pain flooded Valeryn’s eyes.  He opened his mouth and looked away quickly, “I gave your friends some exercises to prepare them like you asked.”  He exhaled in rough beats.  “Most of them went down to the square to practice.  I still need to rest.  Last night took a lot out of me.”

“Do you need anything?”  Ianus knew what Valeryn must have been thinking about, but couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“No, I will be better soon.  Thanks for asking.”

Ianus left the house and headed toward the gardens.  They were on the opposite side of town from the square.  Now he knew this place as well as he knew Shiloh.  It hadn’t changed since Adir Radd walked these streets.

He was surprised to find Maya and Pryor in the garden.

“I thought you would be practicing with the others,” Ianus said.

Pryor shook his head, “We have our own work to do,”

“In the gardens?”

“We’re taking a break, if that’s all right with you.”

“Do you know where Arun is?”

“He’s in the Labyrinth,” said Maya, “Why?”

“I have a gift for him.”

“He said he needed a quiet place to meditate and with all of the A’nath-ari running through the streets preparing the city for battle, he thought the labyrinth would be a safe bet.”

“They feel that something major is coming,” said Pryor.

“A dark hand has stretched over this land,” said Ianus, “And with the intruder last night, it’s no wonder they’re concerned.”

“Are you all right?”  Maya asked, “I heard what happened.”

“I will be, soon enough,” said Ianus, “Don’t worry about me.”

“It’s no use saying that,” Maya smiled.  “I love you.  I’m your mother.  I’m always worried about you.”

Ianus shook his head and walked into the labyrinth.  The number of Eidolons walking around between the hedges amazed him.

One of them, a white lion, walked up to Ianus and stared at him.

“Can I help you?”  Ianus asked.

“You are Ianus Akeru, aren’t you?”

Ianus nodded.

“Nahimanna has told us a lot about you.  My name is Paytah.  Here, I’ll walk with you.”

“Thank you.  I have to say.  I’m surprised there are so many eidolons in here.”

“We are guides to the labyrinth.”  Paytah said, “We help the wayfarers, giving them advice along the way.”

“You mean if they get lost?”

“In a manner of speaking.  You for instance.  You need to know that when your time comes, nothing can keep you from your destiny.  You can accept it or reject it, but should you reject it, it will only make you bitter.  You will not listen to me, of course, you will have to see for yourself, but you still needed to hear it.”