Jacob grits his teeth as he pushes his way across the intricate pattern of the Lion's Paw.  The effort reminds him of trying to keep his feet through some of the worst beatings he's ever received, and so he pushes onward, determined not to be made a fool of; besides, whatever this strange ritual is for, he really doesn't want to disappoint the Lion of Heaven.<br/><br/>Then suddenly he's standing in the Great Circle, just as he'd pictured it.  He stands straight, but holds still for a moment, unsure how to behave in the presence of the Lion itself, and definitely not about to ask with the crowd watching.  Whatever just happened was amazing, though, even if he can't precisely describe how or why.