Voleta regarded the creature before her, black eyes steady, looking up into the brilliance of the others.  All physical awareness was nothing as she heard the words put to her.<br/><br/>The High Priestess of Hectate spoke.  "Price?  There was, come to me, a dream; I heard the Three Voices of Great Hectate speak, bidding me to sleep.  So I did dream..."  Turning her head, Voleta's eyes watched Nicola, realization dawning in her gaze.  Nicola was the one from her dream, the Priestess in White Across the Shore.  Nicola was slowly moving, yet Voleta did not pay heed to it.   She shook her head and looked back at the nymph.  "I pay whatever price required to meet the demands of Hectate the Divine.   Discourse or peace matters not, if it not the Will of the Triplicate Goddess.  Strength?  Strength lies within more then mortal war.  I fear<em>none</em>of it.  Whatever the Will, let it be done.  Whatever the Price...I pay it."<br/><br/>Voleta reached out to cradle the nymphs hands in her own, where they rested on the Bowl, bringing the vessel forward until the pure water inside lapped at the edge, just before her parted lips.  Looking back up at the nymph, she said.  "I<em>dare</em>."<br/><br/>She drank.