Autumn passed and winter brought cold rain. Melissa spent her time off in Alethia's cottage, thoroughly enjoying that happy family. Primus was back to full health. The baby grew and prospered. Life was good.
Melissa's life at the hospital, though, was not so good. She still had not achieved the plane of privacy-which meant that she could not learn the difficult task of maneuvering on the varied planes of existence. Without that ability, she could not begin the second part of her medical training: ministering to sick minds.
Some part of her was content with what she had achieved. She was an excellent healer of sick bodies; surely that would be enough to keep her here at the hospital… with Jason.
//That is your problem,//he told her. //You have not made a commitment. One day you want to be a healer, the next you want to be a wife and mother like Alethia. One day you are satisfied with surgery, and the next you want to be a Master Reader-until you try the exercises again.//
But she could not tell him that he was a major part of her problem. If she could only detect any certain sign, beyond the interest he took in her as a student, that he really wanted and needed her-
Then one day, as she was walking toward Alethia's house, a boy came up to her. "You Melissa?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Here." He shoved a note into her hand, and ran off. She read it: "Meet me at the quay." There was no signature. Yet she had no doubt who had sent it.
//Alethia.//
//Melissa! I've been expecting you!//
//I'm sorry-I've been called away. I'll come back if I can. Hug the children for me.//
Today she huddled up in her woolen cloak against the sea wind, sharply different from the breeze last summer. Jason was already there, in her spot on the rocks under the pier. So she went up into the street and out onto the pier, kneeling above him, drawing her cloak about her. Now she was not Reading, and neither was he. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"I'm not certain," he replied. "A number of things. A date has been set for my testing, although I did not request it."
"Testing?"
"For the rank of Master."
Glad they were not Reading, she considered why she was startled. She had always thought of Jason as permanently fixed, a healer at the hospital. Few Readers became Masters, and testing for that rank was usually done when they were between thirty and thirty-five years old, at the peak of their powers. It suddenly occurred to her that she had no idea how old Jason was.
For just one moment she allowed herself to Read-to «see» him. She had never done it before; she had never allowed herself to think of his physical being. He was sheltered on the rocks as she had been last summer, his cloak pulled about him-not an official black Magister Reader's cloak, but a plain heavy brown wool cloak such as everyone wore in the cold weather. As Melissa was bundled up the same way, the boy who had brought her the note probably had no idea they were Readers.
She could not judge Jason's height, nor much of his build without probing. But she observed his face-a dignified face, younger than his graying hair suggested. The hair was thick and crisp, cut short in the prevailing style. His eyes were brown, like her own, and troubled. His mouth was meant to smile-its grim set now belied both the prevailing upturned lines and the tone she «heard» most of the time when she Read him.
"Don't you want to be a Master Reader?" she asked, realizing that he was, indeed, of the right age for testing.
"It would never have occurred to me to request testing, nor has Master Florian suggested it to me. I am a good Reader, Melissa, well worthy of the rank of Magister. However, my powers are not exceptional. The word is that only the most exceptional Readers are being accepted into the Council of Masters now-so why have they called for me?"
"Your healing skills-often they are allowed to compensate for other Reading powers."
"At Magister rank, yes, but not Master. I… wonder if this testing is somehow related to the other matter-the reason I wanted to speak with you privately today."
She realized that, indeed, nothing he had said so far warranted this strange, uncomfortable meeting. Why could he not have called her into a privacy room? "What is the other matter?"
"The renegade Readers."
"Readers? More than one?"
"It seems that Lenardo may be in contact with Readers inside the empire-may have corrupted them. A plot is feared-an attack, with Readers aiding the enemy."
"But… Magister, they can't think you would-?" She wanted to call back the words, and only made it worse by adding, "We're so far from the border; how could-?" Then, "Forgive me. They cannot be thinking any such thing."
"They can, and no doubt they are," Jason replied. "I brought it on myself, with my curiosity. "What need has a healer to know about renegades and politics? The Council of Masters, in this time of peril to the empire, has a right and a duty to discover whether my curiosity is just that… or whether I am spying for the savages."
"Oh, no! I know you're not!"
He laughed. "So do I-and so will the Council of Masters when they test me under Oath of Truth." But his next words were sober indeed. "Melissa, I have no fear for myself. I am concerned about you."
"Me?"
"Even if I wished to, I could not conceal from the Masters that you provoked my curiosity. You are no spy, either-but that is not what they will tell you the testing is about. If I am tested for the rank of Master, I will probably fail, but that will make no change in my status here. If they test you, though, for the rank of Magister, you will fail. I will try to persuade them that you belong here, at Gaeta, but your chances so long as you cannot pass the tests for Magister rank are very slim." His voice became tightly controlled as he added, "I don't know if they will even send you to one of the smaller hospitals to work… but I do know that they will arrange a marriage for you, and you will lose your powers, not develop them further."
Midwinter was near; Jason was to travel to Tiberium for his testing, but severe weather postponed his journey. Snow filled the passes in the hills, and had no time to melt before another storm laid further layers on it. Weeks passed, and he worked even harder with Melissa, determined to ready her to pass her testing. She became more and more at ease outside her body-especially when Jason was with her. Still, neither he nor any of the other healers could teach her to move to other planes.
Alethia reported further rumors among the failed Readers-reports from those who had recently joined their ranks that the testing had become harsh, unfair-that almost no one was passing into the top two ranks, and that it seemed to have little to do with their Reading skills, more with the answers they gave under Oath of Truth.
"But don't you think their stories are prejudiced?" Melissa asked Alethia. "Doesn't every failed Reader feel he has been treated unfairly?"
"I didn't," said Alethia. "I knew full well that my skills had not improved for months. I have been on the Path of the Dark Moon for three years, Melissa, and never before have I heard such a series of complaints. Nor have there been so many failures-or so many testing-before. Something strange is going on in Tiberium."
And a few days later, after another fruitless lesson but before they returned to their bodies, Jason told her cryptically, //The pier. After supper.//
She was there first, shivering despite her warm cloak, so she climbed onto the rocks, sheltering from the bitter wind. Jason came and sat above her. "I leave tomorrow, Melissa. I do not know whether I will return."
"Not return?! But you said even if you failed-"
"They may decide an error was made in elevating me to the rank of Magister. Master Florian warned me today. The Council of Masters does not usually test any but Master candidates; the Academy faculties are considered to have all the knowledge and power to decide who is worthy of Magister rank. Now there is a rift in the Council between the Masters of Academies and those Masters who do not teach-but the latter outnumber the former. Once this matter of renegade Readers is settled, we may see much retesting, with stricter standards."