Tyrell Caracticus grimaced. It was not as if his students were simpletons, but sometimes they gave answers that just boggled the mind.
"No, no, no," he said. "The founder of the Dome, or rather of the Grand Edifice of the Arcane Wizards Council, to use its proper name, was not the High Mage Weldwyn. How could it be? He died in the very war that founded our realm."
"Was it King Loran?" offered Ekthyn Ramark.
"He provided the funds, of course, but would you honestly expect a king to know how to construct a building like this? Think, people. Use those brains that nature has blessed you with."
He looked around at the students but saw nothing except blank expressions staring back at him. Then the door opened, revealing a senior apprentice.
"Arcanus," the man said. "The magic circle has act
