“Why not? We know there’s gold here, from the men of Waterton. We know Starlings can locate ores — learned that in school. And we know you can sense such things. Doubtless you just need practice.”
Joss stared at him wide-eyed, realizing for the first time that he was, must be, a Starling. “Do you really think you can do all those things — you know—”
Race shook his head sharply. “I don’t know what I can do, or Starlings can. But I do know that the schoolbooks only mention three things for sure: flying, moving things, and ‘sensing’. You remember the history book said that Wilimer Rosemont ‘sensed’ the presence of a large bed of uranium ore on Sonissa. Apparently that’s what they call it.”
“Then you can’t heal people, say, or turn stone to water or that kind of thing?”
Race shook his head
