Chapter 8“Concentrate!”
“I am trying to,” Qildor replied dispiritedly. “It is not working. I am not smart enough to recall all the words and make the wand send them out as a ball of fire.” The wand was his own creation, carved out of a slender oak branch, inlaid with gemstones to represent the five elements, earth, wind, fire, water, and what Pilore called spirit, the binding element. He had been justifiably proud of the result, but now was questioning whether he had what it took to use it to enhance his spells.
“Of course you are. All it takes is practice.” Pilore tapped Qildor’s forehead. “They are in there. You have repeated them more times than I like to think of when we were going over what they were. You know them by heart, I know you do. You are afraid is all. Afraid of what will
