I turned slowly around and saw one rushing at me with a sword at hip level. Bringing it around in an arc that would surely take off my head.
Before it could I heard the gargle of water again. Rising from the dead knight just behind him and from the fountain and in the distance, in the trees I could hear more coming.
But I felt nothing. They can’t be right!
I’m not doing this.
It was effortless.
I recalled all the long-suffering concentration I had been immersed in while trying to do all the things Hawk had been teaching. Reading about magic and discussing magic and testing on magic was easy for me.
But real magic isn’t an animal I can’t tame.
Then I had an epiphany. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I’ve been trying to take it, control it for too long. Rather than let
