"It means you tense up instead of relaxing the way you do when you're working your rings. Tensing blocks the flow of the energies, so you end up with less power at your disposal than you have when you're just walking around. The idea of casting a spell isn't to tense up, it's to relax ... if anything, it's an exercise in forced relaxation."
My apprentice bit at her lower lip. "I don't know. That sounds too easy."
"On the one hand it's easy. Viewed a different way, one of the hardest things to do is relax on cue, especially if there's a crisis raging around you at the time."
"So all I have to is relax?" she asked skeptically.
"Remember that ‘hose' feeling you get when you use the ring? That's the energies being channeled through you and focused on your objective. If you pinch off a hose, how much water gets through?"
"I guess that makes sense."
"Try it ... now. Reach out your hand and focus on the candle wick as if you were going to use your ring, only don't activate it. Just tell yourself that the ring is working and relax."
She started to say something, then changed her mind. Instead, she drew a deep breath, blew it out, then pointed a finger at the candle.
"Just relax," I urged softly. "Let the energies flow."
"But. .."
"Don't talk. Keep your mind on the candle and hear me like I'm talking from a long way off."
Obediently, she focused on the candle.
"Feel the flow of energies... just like when you're using the ring. Relax some more. Feel how the flow increases? Now, without tensing up, tighten that flow down to a narrow beam and aim it at the wick."
I was concentrating on Massha so much I almost missed it. A small glow of light started to form on the candle wick.
"That's it," I said, fighting to keep my voice calm. "Now.. ."
"Daddy! Guido says..."
"Ssshh!!!" I hissed. "Not now, Markie! We're trying to light the candle."
She paused in the doorway and cocked her head quizzically.
"Oh, that's easy!" she beamed suddenly and raised her head.
"MARKIE!! DON'T..."
But I was too late.
There was a sudden flash of light in the room, and the candle lit. Well, it didn't exactly light, it melted like a bag of water when you take away the bag. So did the candle holder. The table lit, though... briefly. At least one comer of it did. It flared for a moment, then the fire died as abruptly as it had appeared. What was left was a charred quarter-circle of tabletop where the corner used to be. That and a table leg standing alone like a burnt out torch. The fire had hit so fast and smooth the leg didn't even topple over.
I don't remember reaching for Markie, but somehow I had her by the shoulders shaking her.
"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR??" I said in my best paternal tones.
"You... you said... you wanted the .... candle lit."
"That's lighting a candle?!?"
"I still have a little trouble with control... but my teacher says I'm doing better."
I realized I was having a little trouble with control, too. I stopped shaking her and tried to calm myself. This effort was aided by the fact that I noticed Markie's lip was quivering and she was blinking her eyes rapidly.
It suddenly dawned on me that she was about to cry. I decided that, not knowing what would happen when she cried, I would do my best to stay ignorant by heading her off at the pass.
"Umm ....hat was a Fire Elemental, right? Did you learn that at Elemental School?"
Getting someone to talk often serves to stave off tears ... at least, it had always worked on me.
"Y... Yes," she said meekly. "At Elemental School, we learn Fire for starters."
"It's... ummm ... very impressive. Look, I'm sorry if I barked at you, Markie, but you see, I didn't just want the candle lit. I wanted Massha to light it. It was part of her magic lesson."
"I didn't know that."
"I know. I didn't think to tell you. That's why I'm apologizing. What happened here was my fault. Okay?"
She nodded her head, exaggerating the motion until it looked like she had a broken neck. It was an interesting illusion, one that I vastly preferred to the idea of her crying... especially in the mood I was in. The thought of Markie with a broken neck ...
"Aahh... you did interrupt Massha's lesson, though," I said, forcing the other concept from my mind. "Don't you think it would be nice if you apologized to her?"
"That's a great idea, Daddy," she beamed. "I'll do that the next time I see her. Okay?"
That's when I realized my apprentice had slipped out of the room.
"What do you think you're doing, Massha?"
Leaning casually in the doorway of Massha's bedroom, I realized my voice lacked the intimidating power of Aahz's, but it's the only voice I've got.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she snarled, carrying a massive armload of clothes from her closet to dump on the bed.
"I'd say, offhand, that it looks like you're packing. The question is, why?"
"People usually pack because it's the easiest way to carry their things when they travel. Less wear and tear on the wardrobe."
Suddenly, I was weary of the banter. Heaving a sigh, I moved in front of her, blocking her path.
"No more games, Massha. Okay? Tell me straight out, why are you leaving? Don't you owe your teacher that much at least?"
She turned away, busying herself with something on her dresser. "C'mon, Skeeve," she said in a tone so low I could barely hear it. "You saw what happened downstairs."
"I saw you on the verge of making a major breakthrough in your lessons, if that's what you mean. If Markie hadn't come in, you would have had the candle lit in another few seconds."
"Big deal!"
She spun to face me, and I could see that she was trying not to cry. There seemed to be a lot of that going around.
"Excuse me, Skeeve, but big fat hairy deal. So I can light a candle. So what?! After years of study, Massha can light a candle... and a little girl can blow the end off the table without even trying! What does that make me? A magician? Ha ha! What a joke."
"Massha, I can't do what Markie did downstairs... or what she did in the Bazaar either, for that matter. I told you when you first approached me to be my apprentice exactly how little magic I knew. I'm still learning, though... and in the meantime we're still holding our own in the magic business... and that's here at the Bazaar. The Magic Capital of the dimensions."
That seemed to settle her a bit, but not much.
"Tell me honestly. Hot Stuff," she said, pursing her lips. "How good do you think I could ever be with magic ... really?"
"I don't know. I'd like to think that with work and practice you could be better than you are now, though. That's really all any of us can hope for."
"You may be right, Skeeve, and it's a good thought. The fact still remains that in the meantime, I'll always be small potatoes around here ....agically, of course. The way things are going, I'm destined to be a hanger-on. A leech. You and Aahz are nice guys, and you'd never throw me out, but I can't think of one good reason why I should stay."
"lean."
My head came around so fast I was in momentary danger of whiplash. Framed in the doorway was ...
"TANANDA!"
"In the flesh," she said with a wink. "But that's not the subject here. Massha, I can't speak for long-term conditions but I've got one good reason why you shouldn't leave Just now. It's the same reason I'm not.
"What's that?"
"It involves the Great Skeeve here. C'mon downstairs. I m going to brief everybody at once at a war council. We've got a full-blown crisis on our hands "
Chapter Eleven:
"I believe we're under attack."
-COL. TRAVIS
ONE of the rooms in our extra-dimensional palace had a large oval table in it surrounded by chairs. When we moved in, we dubbed it the Conference Room, since there didn't seem to be any other practical use for it. We never used it for conferences, mind you, but it's always nice to have a conference room.