"You’re the teacher." Sam objected. "I’m here to learn lessons from the master. Seems to me you’re not doing your job very well. You promised to teach me." The old man’s eyes narrowed, and he stood. "Ya want a lesson, I’ll give ya a lesson. Ya gotta strip yourself clean before ya can do the big magics." The shaman’s hand snaked out and grabbed the pendant that swung from a thong around Sam’s neck. He waved it in front of Sam’s eyes, then let it drop heavily against Sam’s chest. "What’s that, Dog boy? What’s that thing you wear around your neck?"