He stretched his arms above his head.
‘I will change the motion of the sun!’ he roared. ‘Even the sun will obey me!’
They could see him straining his will towards the sun, his eyes fixed and staring. But still like liquid fire the great orb moved at its own pace, on its own course.
They saw his face distort with rage and disappointment, and they trembled to think what he might do in his frustration. But the effort must have depleted him, because instead of rounding on them as they were sure he would, he stood a while hunched and brooding, the sullen and shadowy centre of a whirlpool of deadly currents of energy.
They found they were free of the spell that before had made it so difficult for them to move against his wishes, and, had it not been for the currents that overlapped the summi
