Tarkyn gave a self-satisfied smile. “You forget. I’m a sorcerer. Watch.” He pointed one of his fingers at a branch and incanted, “Liefka.” The branch lifted up into its original position on the tree. “Now, all you have to do is get up there with something to bind it.”
Waterstone’s eyes lit up. “Well, isn’t that amazing?! I never thought of sorcery being used to do something good!”
Tarkyn let the branch back down and stared at him. “What do you think? That all sorcerers go around using their power to hurt people?” He frowned. “And if you think sorcerers are so evil, what on earth are you doing spending any time with me at all?”
The woodman was nonplussed. “Well, I don’t know. I suppose I thought sorcerers only used their powers for attack or defence. I’ve only ever been near five sorcere
