Not far from the fountain of the wise, in a small park, Elizabeth sat at a marble table, with legs carved in the form of elephants holding the table with their trunks. The girl was reading, and Alexander was sitting on the fresh, lush green grass reading too.
“Alexander, do you read this word ‘distillation’?” the girl asked.
The boy looked in the book. Bored, he said:
“Yup ...”
“If you mix a feather of a swallow ...swallow tail with frog eyes and ... So if you mix a feather of swallow tail with frog eyes and ...”
The girl closed the book. She looked at Alexander, smiling.
“It was much easier and nicer with pictures. Too bad that spell only took effect for the magic class. But, as Mr. Knudlac said, learning requires work and rehearsal, and I will work and rehearse.”
Alexander was rea
