With serene grace, she twisted her neck back and rolled it around in a manner that seemed impossible, almost touching her brow against her own shoulders. No, not impossible -- Honour remembered seeing a move like that in one of those classes she’d taken, when she was trying to get into this stuff. Contortions, accompanied by burning incense, banging gongs, and learning the wisdom of the dragons -- or the buffaloes, or the yaks, or whatever. And now here she was, learning the wisdom of the Moon. 