‘I don’t understand,’ said Llandry.
‘You wouldn’t, would you, because it’s your world that I’m speaking of. You’ve grown up thinking everything can be neatly boxed and labelled. You’re either a summoner, or a sorcerer, or neither. There are strictly prescribed options in each category, organisations to monitor useage of those talents, laws to prevent almost everything that could conceivably be achieved with the use of them, books to catalogue the two or three percent of the whole that they understand and if it isn’t written in those books, it doesn’t exist. In doing all this, they squandered a potent weapon and lost sight of their own identity.’
Llandry stared at him, aghast. He sounded so terribly bitter. ‘But you said yourself, only a moment ago, that it’s better not to know.’
‘Yes,’
