“Those things?” said Githraan. This strange fellow had somehow drawn him in.
Gizhurthra put his hands on the captain’s shoulders and gently pulled him down towards him till their faces were close. “Yes,” he whispered. “Things you can’t see. Things you can’t touch.” His features tensed and his voice took on a deadly seriousness. “I carry this power in my spirit. If I bend my spirit to ordinary things, I make the power ordinary. It becomes just human energy, mere human skill and strength. It changes, it lessens, it turns into something else. That’s why ordinary work’s below me. It’s not because I’m proud; it’s below the greatness of the power. I won’t diminish it.”
Githraan gritted his teeth and peered into the vraakhin’s eyes, but they were transparent. Arna help us, he wasn’t bluffing: h
