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then.” The dark-haired girl removed a cloth covering several items on top of a table. “Go ahead and select an object and let ’ s see if you can divine something from it.”
    The other girl let her hand graze over the objects and selected a pocket watch. She held it in both hands and closed her eyes. “I’m not getting anything.”
    “Just relax and let the object speak to you.”
    Mercy stroked Alistair , touching his collar. There was a medallion hanging from it that Gran had placed there. When she had asked about it, Gran said a handsome cat deserved a handsome adornment and added that it was an antique . Mercy t ouched the medallion and noticed the scrollwork design. It appeared to be pewter or maybe silver with the patina of age. It warmed in her hand reminding her of Gran. Then it chan ged, grew hotter and then cold.
    I am here for you, M’lady…
    She heard it as though it had been s poken aloud. Startled, she released the medallion and glanced around, but there was only the cat. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She muted the sound on the television. “Hallo?...” Alistair ’s l oud purr was the only response.
    She drew a deep breath and released it. Geez! I'm imagining things. Getting spooked over nothing . Her fingers trembled like aspen leaves in the breeze. Alistair reached out a paw to touch her hand. Smiling she stroked his head. He must miss Gran too . She rubbed his ears and he turned on his back. His medallion gleamed silver against the black fur. She touched it with one finger. Hot again.
    “ M’lady…if you would but concentrate for the moment… ”
    A whisper of alarm scurried down her spine. “ Alistair ! Are you speaking to me?”
    “Of course, M’lady. There’s no one else here.” He gazed at her with his eyes narrowed to slits. His voice came out raspy, like his purrs.
    “Oooh…” She drew the word out until it died in a whisper. “It’s the medallion! I can hear you through the medallion.”
    “Well…” he purred. “It’s just because you’re new. Lavinia hears me quite well without it.”
    “Lav…You mean Gran?”
    “Yes, my dear Lavinia. I have been en trusted with her protecti o n .”
    Mercy let out a derisive snort. “Well, you’re doing a heckuva job of that!”
    “Excuse me?” He looked down his silky nose at her.
    “If you’re protecting her, where is she? Why hasn’t she gotten in touch with me?” Mercy wanted to scream at him, but it wasn’t his fault…And she realized that, after all, he was just a cat.
    “Just a cat!” He twisted around in her arms, glaring at her. “I say! I am most definitely not just a cat. I’ll have you know that my bloodline goes back to Sir Lancelot.”
    “Sir Lancelot? That’s silly. He was a knight and you’re a…”
    “Cat?” The emerald eyes regarded her solemnly.
    She swallowed hard. “I see…Have you always been a…?”
    “Cat?” he repeated. “It’s sufficient to say that I have been many things …and I will probably be many more before I’m done.”
    “Can you tell me where my grandmother is?” She felt the tears prickling her eyes again. “I mean, when will she come back?”
    His purr came out rich and velvety. “Who said she was missing?”
    She gestured around the room. “Do you see her anywhere?”
    “Yes.” He leapt from her lap and pushed through a narrow opening in the door way .
    “Wait! You’ve got to tell me…” But he was gone. She sank back down on the sofa and unm u ted the television.
    “You’re doing quite well for your first attempt at divining. Practice, practice, practice.” The dark-haired woman turned to the camera. “And that brings us to the end of this day’s lesson. This is Darynda your hostess on WTC, the Witches Training Channel. ”
    Mercy sat straight up. “Wait a minute! Witch’s Training Channel?”
    “Yes, Mercy. Tune in again for your lesson, and in the meantime, practice your divining. There will be a quiz. ” The screen went