We must make ourselves into one army? And so Kelson set his hands on his thighs, cupped palms upturned in receptivity, and gazed up at the statue of the saint, breathing more deeply of the fumes now-which were also becoming more concentrated, as the minutes slipped by and no vent was opened to let them dissipate-and feeling his internal guards gently slipping away as he sank into a profound meditative state, akin to that needed for deep De-ryni rapport.