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.“I’d never been close enough to see how these things were done before.”“I doubt there’s anything left for me to show you,” Gabriel said.“I think, after this, you will find the technical part of the exams no mystery.The humanitas sections are the only ones that need give you concern—you should probably try to develop a daimōn to help you with composition or civic design or some other creative art.”She frowned.“I don’t know if I’m creative in that way.”“Creativity is a resource that can be applied to any art, once the art itself is sufficiently understood.”She lowered her lashes.“Yes, Aristos.But—”“You don’t know if you want to be an Ariste?”Clancy’s eyes rose to meet his.“Correct.”“Blushing Rose,” he said, “once the thing happens, you won’t be able to stop yourself.”“Ah.”“We dominate humanity because we can’t help it, and because the others couldn’t stop it even if they wanted to.When the form of the new container created itself in your mind> could you stop yourself from working the thing out?”“No.But that’s a little different.”“You’ll find that it’s not.”Gabriel felt his heart lift, soaring with Psyche, with la rejouissance.His mind was already working with Clancy’s innovation, daimones plodding at low priority, taking over unused portions of his reno to run simulations and test new innovations.He could sense other ideas, notions unrelated to Clancy’s project, fluttering at a lower level.Clancy’s burst of inspiration had started a long, complex pattern of association running deep in the less organized portions of his mind, conceptions formed by things less organized than daimones, vague elements of ideation buried deep below conscious thought.He’d have to undergo deep meditation to bring it all out.This was shaping into a very creative morning.Gabriel would concentrate on the less formed ideas for , the moment, since he didn’t want to disturb Clancy’s work until she was finished.He wanted her synthesis-burst to run _ itself out, and then perhaps he’d help with the final details.“This is all absolutely right,” he said.“I don’t think you J need my assistance at this point.”“I suppose I wanted reassurance.”“You have it, and my honor and admiration as well.You also have your fortune made—you’ll be able to afford your own asteroid lab when we return.Finish the work, Therápōn, then contact me.”He bowed his head in a Posture of Humility, then faded from the oneirochronon.Falling Water had commenced an-r other flute sonata; her eyes dallied with him through fluttering dark lashes.Gabriel’s left hand was drawing with the point of a knife on the breakfast table in front of him.He looked at it in surprise.The hand kept drawing.Gabriel leaned forward for a closer look.There was a peculiar metallic taste on his tongue.The knife’s dull point had impressed a character into the fine linen tablecloth, the Intermediate Iconography glyph for Beware.The hand shuddered and dropped the knife.It rang against porcelain with a clang.Gabriel ordered the hand to make a fist and move off the table: the orders were obeyed.Gabriel used his reno to provide a quick mental inventory of his daimones.His primary personality was right-handed, as were most of his daimones; Cyrus and Augenblick were the only exceptions.Both denied being responsible for the glyph.Spring Plum had been controlling his body while she listened to Falling Water’s flute, and she was right-handed.While her attention was diverted, some Limited Personality had taken control of the left side of the body.Beware.The style, the one-word ominous message, was familiar enough.Silly Voice.Resourceful Voice.The Voice had been ingenious enough to take control of his body when he was otherwise engaged.This deserved some thought.But not now.Gabriel rose from his seat, locked his hands behind his back, paced the room.His mind was in ferment, and he had no desire for further distraction.“Welcome, Prince Ghibreel.What a lovely companion you have brought
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