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pointing to a small metal square with raised lettering on the wall beside the mural.
    Rushton leaned closer, and I heard him suck in a startled breath of air.
    “What is it?” I demanded.
    He gave me an unseeing look, and I slipped past him to see for myself. The words read “Presented to the Founder of the Reichler Clinic, Hannah Seraphim, by her devoted admirer, Jacob Obernewtyn.”
    “Seraphim,” I whispered, staring at Rushton. “That’s your family name. And Obernewtyn … What can it mean?”
    He opened his mouth to speak, but abruptly the dazed look of amazement faded into a frown. “Listen,” he said, tilting his head.
    Then we all heard it. Someone was calling out.
    “It’s Matthew.” I recognized the farseeker’s voice. “He can’t farseek underground.”
    I crossed to a window and peered out. From above, the watery caverns looked even more eerie. I spotted the ward by his lantern light bobbing along the ledge path and shouted to him that I would come down. My voice echoed weirdly, reverberating between water and rock.
    “I told him to do a routine scan of the villages for new Misfits,” I explained to the others. “Maybe he’s found someone.”
    “Be careful,” Rushton cautioned.
    I nodded impatiently and hurried back downstairs, wondering why after so many Misfit rescues he felt the need to warn me to take care.
    Matthew looked so relieved when I joined him on the ledge that I realized he had something more than a wild Misfit Talent to report.
    “What is it?” I demanded, panting slightly.
    “Ceirwan farsought me,” the farseeker said. “He says ye mun all come back at once. Maryon’s had a futuretellin’ vision about th’ gypsy woman we rescued—an’ it sounds like trouble.”

    We rushed back to Obernewtyn, only to discover that Maryon had fallen into a second futuretelling trance from which she had yet to emerge. The Futuretell guilden had been unable to tell us anything more about her guildmistress’s futuretelling, other than that it concerned the gypsy I had rescued and the future of Obernewtyn.
    We could do nothing but go on with other matters until Maryon awoke. The whole affair completely overtook the excitement of finding the Reichler Clinic, and as we made our way to the kitchens for a late nightmeal, Rushton asked me not to speak of the finding until the Teknoguild had prepared a presentation.
    “It seems strange to think of your being related to the very people who were interested in Misfit powers in the Beforetime,” I murmured. “Do you suppose Jacob Obernewtyn built this place?”
    Rushton shook his head. “My grandfather, Lukas Seraphim, built Obernewtyn as it is now, but Louis Larkin once told me that it had been built on the ruins of an older building. It’s my guess this Jacob built the original house that stood here.”
    “I wonder why Hannah Seraphim started the Reichler Clinic in the first place.” The discovery meant Rushton could trace the line of his descent back to the Beforetime—he must surely be the only person alive who could do that.
    But Rushton only gave me a look. “It is a long time past, and her world is dead. The teknoguilders’ discovery of the Reichler Clinic is useful only in that it confirms absolutely that there were Misfits like us in the Beforetime. We have the present to deal with, and that is quite enough without wasting time on historical puzzles. I am far more concerned to findout what a nameless gypsy could possibly have to do with Obernewtyn.”
    I did not sleep that night for wondering what had been so important it had necessitated our immediate return.
    The following morning, Matthew came to my chamber before firstmeal to inform me that Maryon had awakened. Rushton had called the guildleaders to his chamber.
    I was careful not to wake Maruman as I dressed, and on leaving had to resist an urge to gather the bedraggled cat into my lap and stroke the rough fur and misshapen head of my first and dearest friend. Every time