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relax. Let me do
everything.’
    He smiled at me, uncertainly.
‘OK.’
    It felt very odd having Ysobi
watch me do things to Orphie that once he’d done to me. I was
conscious of his eyes upon me. Orphie was not like Zehn; he was
difficult to arouse. Without asking Ysobi’s advice, I settled for
working on one sikra, very softly. The sikra was small and weak,
difficult to find. After I felt it swell just a little, I said to
Orphie, ‘Do you feel that?’
    He nodded, eyes shut tight.
    ‘I want you to imagine your
whole being going into that spot. Just relax. We’ll take aruna now,
but pay attention to what happens inside you. OK?’
    ‘Yes.’
    I knelt up and pulled him onto
my lap, held him close. I went inside him carefully. He put his
head on my shoulder. Gradually, his initial shuddering sighs became
deeper. He began to move upon me. I fell backwards, let him take
control. By this time, he was confident enough to do so. I knew I
should be saying things about control of energy and so on, but was
just pleased to see him taking aruna with abandon. Training could
come later, I thought. This was what he needed now. I felt the tide
building up within me and closed my eyes. It was then I realised
that my son was aware of it too. It was like honey to him. My
ouana-tongue lashed out and Orphie contracted very strongly about
me. He bore down on me with all his weight, pulling me deeper. He
uttered deep grunts of repletion. When he’d finished, he brushed
damp hair back from his face and smiled at me. I could tell he
didn’t want to get off me. ‘Keep going,’ I whispered. ‘It’s
OK.’
    He closed his eyes and threw back his
head. After a while, he peaked again, and laughed aloud, pleased
with himself.
    Orphie climbed off me and lay
at my side. I pulled him against me. ‘I saw your pearl,’ he said.
‘It’s a golden sun inside you.’ I think we had both forgotten Ysobi
was there.
    He came to us now and lay on my
other side. ‘I want you,’ he said and pressed his mouth against my
own.
    It probably did Orphie good,
seeing us taking aruna together like that. For a short time,
Gesaril did not exist, and I gave myself to the har I loved,
completely. Orphie lay beside me, stroking my hair. I turned my
head to him once and he kissed me. ‘You are so beautiful,’ he
said.
    I know Ysobi would never have
done anything like that, if it hadn’t been for me. He let Orphie
see the emotional side of aruna as well as the practical, magical
side. He kept telling me he loved me and his release, when it came,
was loud. Naked Ysobi. Few of his students had seen, or ever would
see, that.
    I felt a lot more secure after
that day, even to the point of asking how things with Gesaril were
going. Ysobi and I were out in my garden, in the evening time.
Crows yelled at each other in the tall beeches of the sheep field.
It was chill after dark, but I’d put a couple of lanterns on the
old wooden table, so we could sit out there. I liked to smell the
scents of the season; the potential of spring.
    ‘He’s a problem through and
through,’ Ysobi said. ‘I’ve managed to reach him, to the point
where he actually wants to work on himself, but that’s brought
other dilemmas. He feels vulnerable now, full of thoughts and
feelings he doesn’t understand.’
    ‘Did he have a bad childhood or
something?’ What I really wanted to say was: I hope he’s hurting to
hell.
    Ysobi shrugged. ‘Not as far as
I can tell, but he’s an impenetrable har. His thoughts are always
shielded. I think he just turned out the way he is. He’s like an
incepted har, in many ways. Even though Orphie needs cautious
treatment, he’s not unhinged. I think Gesaril might be.’
    ‘What do you mean?’ I was
delighted to hear negative things about the har.
    Ysobi gestured. ‘Well, for one
thing, he keeps feeling odd, disorientated. It’s got to the point
where I’m wary of leading him into any kind of meditation, since it
affects him so dramatically. He came