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was pained by.
    He tried to make himself useful despite his indeterminate status as an incomplete person. Weava qualified him as an assistant teacher and demonstrator. He explained to the class following his own class how telepathy worked.
    â€œEvery brain constantly radiates thoughts,” he said. “They zip outward like little arrows until at last they lose coherence and are lost in the welter of the radiations of other people. It is like a lamp whose light becomes dim with distance. Only at close range, when the thoughts are dense and strong, are they really intelligible to anyone else.
    â€œWe do not send thoughts to specific targets, such as our friends; we merely send them out evenly in all directions. But when two heads come together, their radiations can interact. Normally they just pass through each other without touching. But when one person focuses on another, there can be a tangible interaction. His thoughts collide with those of the other person, like two boys running into each other, and the radiation from that collision then goes out. Some of those reflected thoughts return to that person’s mind, and he knows what the other is thinking. It is only a tiny random sample, one part in a hundred or a thousand, but if the thoughts are massed on something like chocolate cake, that’s enough to do it.” He smiled, as thoughts of chocolate cake suffused the classroom. “Some of that collision radiation returns to the person being snooped on, and he feels a feather-light mental touch. We will teach all of you to become sensitive to that touch, so you will always know when a mind is reading yours.” He looked at a girl. “I am focusing on your mind now, intercepting your thoughts. Can you feel the touch?”
    â€œYes,” she said, surprised. “I—I have been feeling them all along, from all around. I just didn’t realize what they were.”
    â€œYou are pretty. That’s why the boys want to get into you, so to speak.” There was more embarrassed laughter, but the point had been made.
    â€œThis has repercussions,” he continued. “Especially if the thoughts are of sex.” Now sex suffused the room, as the students responded; they could not help it, being novices at telepathy. “This is the secret of the rape preventive. A girl does not send the suppression to the boy; she merely puts it strongly in her mind, and when he reads her mind he gets it. He can if he chooses prevent being turned off; all he has to do is respect her privacy and stay out of her mind.” Now there was embarrassed laughter. “And of course he can do it too, not that he wants to. Instead he prefers to let thoughts of passionate sex prevail, and if she reads his mind that passion becomes hers and she wants it as much as he does. So it behooves her, too, to respect his privacy, if she does not want to have sex with him. Since reading minds is a deliberate conscious act, it is easy enough to respect privacy.” Privacy was perhaps the most vital concept following the onset of telepathy. That was why students were carefully monitored and guided throughout their maturation.
    â€œYou make a good teacher,” Weava said approvingly after the class.
    â€œI learned from a good teacher.” Yet he was unsatisfied.
    What was his were-form? Why was it so late in manifesting? How important could it be? And what was its liability, that might make him want to flee?
    â€œPlease,” he said to Weava one day. “I am consumed by curiosity. What are my were-prospects?”
    This she could answer. “We suspect that though most folk are limited to ordinary were-forms, such as mammals, birds, reptiles or even insects, you may go beyond.”
    â€œBeyond? What else is there?”
    â€œFantasy creatures.”
    â€œYou mean things that don’t exist? Ogres, dragons, ghosts?”
    â€œYes. Or creatures with special magic powers.”
    â€œMagic is