The task at hand, Rhinseth reminded her.
Be still, another voice said in her mind, echoing through.
In her mind, Portia quieted herself before her Maker and listened.
Out of the silence came a heavenly sound, as like to music as a building to its blueprint.
Half eternity away, she Saw a man on Mount Carmel at the time of evening sacrifice.
Come near unto me, the echoing voice said.
“Lord God of Abraham, Isaac, and of Israel,” she said with the man on Carmel, “this day let it be known that thou art God, and that I am thy servant, and that I have done all these things at thy word.”
Something clicked in her mind. The wheel was complete, and turning. The two halves of her mind reunited.
At last I am complete! Rhinseth said with joy. With the wheel of Portia, her companion, and her Lord, Rhinseth spun of the flowing power and wove a working stretching off in all directions.
Portia took from her pack a war hammer. “Fly near him,” she whispered to Rhinseth. The winged horse circled inward, at last coming alongside the dragon from behind and the right. Portia brought her hammer back and pounded it into the dragon’s side as hard as she could from that angle. Her arm went numb, and she nearly dropped her weapon. Rhinseth spiraled away as the dragon turned. Again Rhinseth came from behind, this time from above, and Portia hit one of the dragon’s ears. “That angle was worse, heart,” she whispered. The third time, Rhinseth came from below. Portia gripped the hammer with both hands and swung with all her strength. The hammer shattered and fell, but the dragon’s armor cracked. Portia’s whole body felt numb.
Nearly done, Rhinseth said. The working only needs a few final modules.