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     Come morning, an exhausted Jon-Tom and his wife were stillsleeping soundly. The sun was just coming up, peaking through the curtains intotheir bedroom. He fought to ignore the light penetrating his eyelids when heremembered her change was imminent. He rolled a little and cracked open an eyein time to see her morph from human to something he couldn't immediatelydefine. She was smaller, with thick reddish brown fur. She was definitely cute,quietly snoring away. He ran his hand over her coat, feeling the soft hairsthat made up her new covering. He moved his reach down a little, finding thehole he had been "abusing" the night before. It was still wet, but tight as amiser's fist. There was going to be some blood this morning!     She stirred, gaining wakefulness in response to his intimate probing. She spokeinto his ear. "So horny man, what did I turn into?" He pushed up to look downat her face. He smiled and shrugged before answering. "I don't know dearest.I've seen a lot of creatures on this world, but I'm not familiar with this. It's similar to some I've seen, but different in other aspects. But it looks like it's going to be fun to screw!" He made a move to straddle her, but politely pushed him off, got up and looked in the mirror. A soft, rounded face looked back. She made a startled step back.

     "Kioka!" was all she said at first. Jon-Tom ran that through his head. He had neverheard of a kioka. Whatever they were, they were pretty cute. He couldn't seeher face directly, but it clearly visible in the mirror. He could see she wasobviously thinking, for there was no movement in her features, other than herdeeply knitted eye brows. She seemed to come to a quick decision and turned tohim. She gave him a enigmatic smile. When she didn't say anything, he voicedhis question. "So what's a kioka? I've been on this world a long timeand have never heard of them." She crawled back into bed, brushing her tailacross his face.     "You silly man, Kioka is a friend of mine from the school. This happens to be herform, which is that of the olingo. I don't know why you've never met them, unlesssomething happened to them between now and your true time. She happens to be areal sweetie. You'd like her; she's funny, friendly, and capable of contortingher body into some amazing twists. She's planning on going into the wizards'guild, and I think she'll make it. She can do some pretty nifty stuff. Ofcourse, I can now outshine her like a sun to a firefly, but I'd never tell herthat. I didn't come by my power honestly."

     Jon-Tom was listening intently. He hardly needed her friend to find out how fun thisbody could be. He pulled her close, but she

responded in a way he didn'texpect. She told him no. "Look husband, you've got a busy day today, and I havea few things I'd like to do without walking about bow-legged. And yes I couldfix that, but then what would be fun in getting that sore to begin with?" Hesighed and desisted. "So, little miss appointment secretary, what's on theagenda for today?"    She eased back again a pillow and tallied on her short furry fingers. "Today youinspect the boys school, after which you and Graven will need to go down to themines and see if their need for more equipment is legitimate. The mechanicsguild will build it, but any major expenditure between guilds must be approvedby the mayor. Of course, you wouldn't have to go and see, but then you wouldlose your credibility. Trust me, I'll be home in time for supper, and therewill be plenty of time for dessert. I'll even play the innocent little newbieif you like." He remembered back when she had been. Blood started flowing tothe wrong head; he pushed down his excitement with as much force as he couldmuster.

    "Oh, all right Sybeele. Breakfast first then I'll suit up. Am I going to need theundertaker's suit again today? It'll probably still be wrinkled." She kissed himon the cheek. "I fixed that little problem and hung it back up. But no, youwon't need it today. Because you're going to the mines, I'd suggest somethingmore utilitarian. The boy's school has a dress code as well, but it's a bitmore relaxed. I think it's sexist, but I'm told it's because the boys getdirtier. So wear your leather pants and your cape if you like, but no whiteshirt. Trust me; it'll look like a horse used to for toilet paper by the timethe mining guild leader gets done dragging you around. The dirt and dust willcome off your other clothes much easier."    He couldn't help but tease her. "You have all my magic, and a little thing like adirty shirt disturbs you?" She pointed her finger at him. His body suddenlyfelt weightless. As she elevated her finger, he rose until his headhit the ceiling. She spoke with just a touch of irritation. "Magic is fun, butI find it no substitute for being self sufficient. I'm here for one reasononly; because I love you. I didn't come over because of magic; magic is whathas been foisted on me to be with you. I'm willing to go through a lot becauseI'm so in love. Please don't forget that." She lowered her finger, returninghim to the floor. He was suddenly feeling very foolish.

     "I'm sorry dear," he said contritely. "I guess I got wrapped up in being so powerfulthat the little things; the good things, slipped from my sight. I guess you'rea lot like me in that. You like the things that

really matter." He apparentlysaid the right thing. "Yes dear husband, I think I do. I value love and friendshipmore than magic, but I'm not averse to using one to benefit the other. Now goget dressed and be off. I sense Graven is on his way so there's no point inbeing late." He dressed quickly, gave her a kiss, and was outside five secondsbefore the marmoset arrived.    The tour of the boys school went much as had the other. The students lined up, andthe only difference now was that Jon-Tom was looking more intently at thevarious species represented. Sure enough, he spotted two olingo boys, as wellas a half a dozen other mammal species he was completely unaware of. One youngfellow looked remarkably like a raccoon, only with doglike features. Perhapssome kind of crazy crossbreed? Then he remembered that the only crossbreeds happenedabout four hundred years in the future. They all looked like their mothers,thankfully.

     The principal looked at Jon-Tom's clothes with visible distaste, until Gravenmentioned that they had the mine inspection following the school visit. Then hespoke freely. "I say my Lord Mayor, I was wondering at your choice in style.It's rather hideous. But I see you have wisely chosen something you can throwout once you're done. I certainly wouldn't ruin a perfectly good suit in themines either!" Jon-Tom wanted to tell him off, but figured there would belittle point in wasting his breath. But it still rankled him to the core. Hehad saved this world from certain destruction wearing these clothes!    The school inspection went smoothly outside of that, and they finished and atelunch there. A few of the boys showed an interest in the new mayor, but notnearly as much as had the girls. He knew why; they knew nothing about him. Ontop of that, they had not had a little blabbermouth in their midst telling themsexually explicit stories. It was just as well. He hardly needed to bedeflecting advances from both schools. Once their meal was over, the principalescorted them outside, where a horse and buggy were standing at the ready.Jon-Tom walked up and bowed to the Belgian pulling it.

     "Good day sir!" He said in a kind tone. The horse looked startled and backed up a step ortwo. "Scuse me gov, was you talkin to me?" Jon-Tom winked. "I wasn't talking tothe buggy. I figured it was only proper to introduce myself to the person whowas going to convey me to the mines." The horse flung its head in bewilderment."Look 'ere gov, I'm off cart pulling duty just to gets you and fetch you back.But I thanks ya from me 'eart, I does, for you noticing poor ole Huntchy. Butiffin ya don't mind, can you get your arses into the seat? I ain't

getting good behavior pointsfor lollygagging about." Jon-Tom shook his own head in amusement and climbedaboard.    The drove through the outer edge of town before leaving the walls and entering thecountry side. The land as far as they could see was filled with fields andorchards. The road, however, still had the quality of the city. It wasinterlocked stones that fit together with nary a crack. The ride was a smoothas if they were riding in a limo. Once in a while, Huntchy would glance thisway and that, then divert off their route long enough to snag a snack. Hisriders said nothing. Graven whispered to Jon-Tom. "Not everyone who works forthe guild are apprentices. The town has a jail, but we prefer not to have itoccupied. We give anyone breaking the rules a chance to work off their crime.Huntchy here isn't a bad soul, if a bit rough. But he likes to drink. When hedrinks too much, he gets in trouble. This last time he defecated in front ofthe door of the mine guild hall. No one noticed until they walked out the doorand stepped in it. His punishment was to work for the guild until such time asit was saw fit to release him.

     Jon-Tom leaned down and spoke back, also in hushed tones. "I understand. I had a frienda bit like that. Huntchy reminds me a bit of him, though my friend was anotter. I think he would rather pick the jail than work though." The horse'skeen ears missed none of the conversation. "An otter eh? Ain't none in thistown. Otters is no good for nothing 'cept thieving and whoring. Taint theirfault though; seems to be conditioned into their makeup. Course, you want thebest fisherman on the planet, you get yourself an otter. I don't eat no fish,but them that does knows where to find them that can catch em. Only problem isgetting any before the damned blighters eats them all. The little water ratshave insatiable appetites for everything in life, cept work. Me, I'm just boredwith the institution." He returned to silently plodding down the road.    Jon-Tom looked at Graven. "What institution?" The marmoset leaned back and called outto the horse. "Huntchy, you mind if I tell our new mayor all about you?" Thehorse whinnied and farted at the same time. "Look mister mini monkey, I don't givea damn what anyone does. If it helps you all to pass the time, talk away. Iain't proud of me life, but I ain't ashamed of it neither.

     Jon-Tom was waving his hands to clear the air. The smell was hardly pleasant. Gravenwas used to it and merely placed a scented handkerchief over his face. Hetalked through the fabric. "Huntchy here is probably one of the smartestprodigies to come out of the schools in Hobarrow. His main disadvantage is his lack

ofhands. It's hard to be an artisan, or a mechanic, or much of anything when youcan't express your abilities with action. His mind, despite what his presentdialogue would suggest, is a sharp as a razor. Don't forget that. His mindholds a lot of information. He could be a wonder; he is a wonder, but Isympathize with his physical limitation. People often look to our four leggedbrethren as merely good only for manual labor. Huntchy's dam was an excellentsinger, and his father was a keen agriculturalist. We had high hopes for him,as did his parents, but the fates must have found it funny to put the mind of agenius into a body ill-suited for expressing it. Hence why he took to drinking.No one blames him, but no one can help him. It is beyond anything we can do."

     Jon-Tom sighed. If he had his magic, he could help. But he didn't, and it was clearthat Sybeele wasn't likely to lend assistance. No one knew of the power shepresently held, nor who he was. There was no way of telling them, for theimportant events he was involved with wouldn't happen for centuries. So fornow, he had to be content being drawn down the road by a disgruntled genius. Heeased back into the seat and watched the scenery. There were fields of flowers,as well as vegetables and grains. But off to one side he could see a hillock ofbarren dirt. Graven pointed it out too.  "That is the rubble pile from the silver mine. It is there that we will meet theguild leader. They have apparently discovered a new, rich vein of ore. Theywish us to verify it so that they can obtain tools from the mechanics guild,and spells from the wizards' guild." Jon-Tom was curious. He knew a little aboutmining, both from his own world as well as from here. "What kind of spells dothey need in mining? I thought it was all by hand digging?"

   The marmoset nodded. "Extracting it from the ground is one thing, processing it isanother. In the old days, they used noxious chemical mixtures. Now we use magicto pull the metal from the stone. It is cleaner, and they give a share to eachof the other guilds involved as payment." They had drifted over onto a sideroad, narrower than but still as solid as before. In a short while, theentrance to the mine came into view. It was a gaping maw leading down intodarkness. Miners were going in and out. One hollered when he saw them. "OKHuntchy, play time's over. Get unhooked from that baby carriage and get towork!" The horse whinnied back. "Fuck you, Hadrit! I'm on the clock until this'ere lot is done inspecting your 'ole. Maybe I should warn them it's as wide asa buggered whore, and just about as safe!"   The exchange was apparently commonplace, because everyone within earshot

laughed.Huntchy waved his head to the right. "Gorcheal is over that way, examining newsamples. Me, I'm gonna stand right 'ere and nap." Without further ado, heclosed his eyes. But Jon-Tom knew he was still listening to everything going onaround him. Gorcheal, it turned out, was a rather plump mole. Jon-Ton said nothing,but chastised himself mentally for not figuring that out before. He had been atthe meeting, but he had a lot to absorb at the time. It was easier to remembereveryone after a one on one encounter.

     The mole was wearing dark glasses. Apparently, even on a cloudy day like today, itwas too bright. But he smiled when he saw the town's leaders. "Ah good, good!I've been waiting for you. See here," he exclaimed, holding up a clump of rockshot through with a wide vein of metal, "this new discovery is much richer thanour previous excavations. And according to our assay, it also has a few othermetals mixed in. There might be enough copper here to save the mechanics guildimporting more in. That would make us much more self sufficient!"    Jon-Tom smiled. The little thick furred fellow was quite happy with his work. Nothingexcited him more than digging. And from the look of his fur, normally gray, hewas rarely in contact with a bath. His face was black, covered in dust andgranules, and the same could be said for the rest of him.  He looked like a dust mop after one toomany sweeps across the floor. Sybeele was wise in having him dress in somethingeasily cleaned.    The mine tour was interesting, if a bit claustrophobic. The mole and the marmosetwere much smaller, and found no trouble in negotiating the narrow passages andlow ceilings. Jon-Tom had to bend over, crawl on his knees, and once or twice, wasforced to wiggle through cracks. He had done something like this beforeescaping from pirates, but now his life wasn't in danger. His mere presencehere might be construed as dangerous. By the time they were done and out in theopen, he knew he looked like the mole; disheveled and filthy. Graven wassimilarly coated. When asked for his approval for the guild's requests, Jon-Tomwas quick to give it. He was afraid another tour might be in order if hedidn't. Huntchy was waked from his nap, and they set off for the town. Jon-Tomspent half of the ride picking stones out of his hair, his pockets and hiswaist band.

   The horse dropped him off at his house, and Graven opted to swing home from there.The horse was happy enough with that. "Take care you two. I ain't got no lovefor authority, but you two don't walk above the ground like you own the place.And I ain't got no particular love for human's, but something about you isdifferent, man. I can't

place my hoof on it, but I'd swear you were parthorse." Jon-Tom leaned in towards his alert equine ears. "Horse? What kind of adamn fool thing is that to say? Try unicorn." He turned and stepped into hishouse. The horse was left standing there dumbfounded.