“I think we had better put it to the vote,” he said. “I’ve led you into such a deathtrap already that I don’t feel equal to a decision.”
He had been watching a big rock on the opposite shore. A little while ago it was awash; now it was submerged, yet the water was appreciably lower where they were standing.
The seeming contradiction was puzzling. He had yet to learn that the laws governing water in motion are extraordinarily complex-take to witness the varying levels of the whirlpool in the Niagara River and the almost phenomenal height of the central stream in the Niagara rapids.
“Guess we’re satisfied with your control so far,” said Sturgess. “What are you making a kick about? You prophesied just what would occur, and that’s more than the average wizard can do.”
“What do you mean?”
