"Is it speaking of possession?" Blind Seer asked, growling.

Firekeeper frowned. "I do not think so. Perhaps it means 'spirit' in some other sense? Like when Wendee Jay tried to speak of the language of poetry and the stage."

The wolf sneezed in exasperation. "For all that it looks like clothing, it speaks like a human: saying much while meaning little, and making winding trails of its words. Say what you will, dear heart, so long as we can escape this room. I tire of stone beneath my paws."

Firekeeper blew out a breath. "If we accept, we can go?"