When Apprentice Andram was directed into the sacred chambers—a mystical place of thin curtains and oppressive beauty—he was no longer the uncertain boy that The Order first interviewed so long ago. He had been probed by Master Kemp, ordained by Master Figata, and disciplined thoroughly by Masters Fantana and Cox. Those giant men had passed the tiny boy down the assembly line of their passions, inspecting his progress, and preparing him to meet its most enigmatic and preeminent member—Grandmaster Legrand. Master Legrand waited in a crisp white suit, alabaster tie, and cream suspenders. Every aspect of the towering man was pure—pure power, pure masculinity, pure certainty. With steely steadiness, he seized the boy in his large roaming hands.