“Can you…teach me?”
He sighed. “Yes, I can teach you. I think it might even be a good idea.”
Suddenly he was up from his desk and pacing about the room, more alive than she had seen him in a long time. “Yes, yes, it’s a fine idea. I had hoped for this. I had planned to teach you magic. Yes. But how could I know if you had any talent for magic unless we begin, and we can’t begin unless you express a will to learn. I can’t force it on you. It has to be your own choosing. That’s the beginning of all magic.”
So he taught her. Their sessions were long and intense. He would not let her leave, even when she was tired or distracted. They slept in that upper room, in the Tower of Eagles. Spirits brought them food, and once, when she complained, a tub of steaming bathwater for Amadel.
Evnos drov
