information that he could use; either a useful manipulation of the Divine Power, or knowledge of what was happening and why. Unfortunately, every book was just like the first, so he discarded them all.
There was a slight rattle of the wind at the far wall, drawing his attention. He turned and walked the three steps to stand in front of the window. It was two feet wide and two feet tall with a cross made of wood, meeting in the middle to hold glass, if they were to use glass. Kade marveled at the simple calling that kept everything out, to include rain or bugs, but allowed the breeze in. Zayle had a way to alter the calling to keep the wind out, if needed, but on nice days, Kade could always feel the breeze wafting out of the study and through the cabin.
The wall to his right had a large board with all kinds of scribbles covering it. None of it meant anything to Kade. He tried his best to decipher it, but Zayle had never taught him the key. Tight lipped from frustration, he turned again and surveyed the room. Just as he was considering leaving, his eyes caught what looked like a small scrape mark in the wooden floor at the very edge of the rug that lay in front of the bookshelf. He walked over and stood there, looking at the floor. He slowly bent down and pulled the carpet back.
“Now what do we have here?” he mumbled to himself, expecting to find a trap door. “Nothing?” he questioned in surprise as he slid the carpet out and away from the bookshelf.
Taking a step back, he noticed the way the scrapes arced toward the bookshelf and stopped right at the edge. His eyes widened slightly, and the corners of his mouth barely twitched, as though he was on the verge of a smile. He moved closer and examined the sides of the bookcase.
“These look like they were made by the bookshelf,” Kade said as he bent down and ran his fingers in the grooves. He stood and proceeded to examine every spot on the bookcase for a secret lever or handle. No matter what he pulled or pushed, there was no other indication at all that there was a lever of any sort. He even tried to pry the bookshelf away from the wall, but it was firmly stuck and gave no indication that it would open. He might as well have been trying to move a boulder.
If the master had trusted me enough to show me his secrets, this would not be that difficult, Kade thought as he moved to the other side of the bookcase. Just as he started to turn away, he caught a glimpse of metal. He peered closer and was rewarded with a discovery of what looked like a hinge.
“I knew it!” Kade exclaimed excitedly.
His excitement quickly turned to frustration as the bookcase stubbornly held onto its secrets. No matter how hard he pushed or pulled, it would not budge. It felt like wood and looked like wood, but clearly there was more at work here than could be seen by the eye. Kade shook his head slightly as he looked on in frustration.
“Master, did you not want me to find this?” Kade asked out loud, as an image of Zayle standing in front of the bookcase formed in his mind. He felt a twinge of sadness as he closed his eyes, picturing his teacher moving about the study and sitting in the chair behind him. He opened his eyes and glanced over his shoulder at the chair. It was empty. He swallowed and refocused on the bookshelf.
The Divine Power , he thought to himself, realizing what must be at work here. He closed his eyes and recited the words in his mind that meant reveal. The calling was so simple it was almost impossible to make a mistake. As a matter of fact, it was one of the simplest callings to perform. But, without knowing of it and knowing the words to speak in your mind, it would still be out of reach for any chosen, even a master.
Kade looked through his closed eyes and saw a faint, pulsing, green glow surround the bookshelf. He smiled to himself, knowing he was finally getting somewhere. “What about
There was a slight rattle of the wind at the far wall, drawing his attention. He turned and walked the three steps to stand in front of the window. It was two feet wide and two feet tall with a cross made of wood, meeting in the middle to hold glass, if they were to use glass. Kade marveled at the simple calling that kept everything out, to include rain or bugs, but allowed the breeze in. Zayle had a way to alter the calling to keep the wind out, if needed, but on nice days, Kade could always feel the breeze wafting out of the study and through the cabin.
The wall to his right had a large board with all kinds of scribbles covering it. None of it meant anything to Kade. He tried his best to decipher it, but Zayle had never taught him the key. Tight lipped from frustration, he turned again and surveyed the room. Just as he was considering leaving, his eyes caught what looked like a small scrape mark in the wooden floor at the very edge of the rug that lay in front of the bookshelf. He walked over and stood there, looking at the floor. He slowly bent down and pulled the carpet back.
“Now what do we have here?” he mumbled to himself, expecting to find a trap door. “Nothing?” he questioned in surprise as he slid the carpet out and away from the bookshelf.
Taking a step back, he noticed the way the scrapes arced toward the bookshelf and stopped right at the edge. His eyes widened slightly, and the corners of his mouth barely twitched, as though he was on the verge of a smile. He moved closer and examined the sides of the bookcase.
“These look like they were made by the bookshelf,” Kade said as he bent down and ran his fingers in the grooves. He stood and proceeded to examine every spot on the bookcase for a secret lever or handle. No matter what he pulled or pushed, there was no other indication at all that there was a lever of any sort. He even tried to pry the bookshelf away from the wall, but it was firmly stuck and gave no indication that it would open. He might as well have been trying to move a boulder.
If the master had trusted me enough to show me his secrets, this would not be that difficult, Kade thought as he moved to the other side of the bookcase. Just as he started to turn away, he caught a glimpse of metal. He peered closer and was rewarded with a discovery of what looked like a hinge.
“I knew it!” Kade exclaimed excitedly.
His excitement quickly turned to frustration as the bookcase stubbornly held onto its secrets. No matter how hard he pushed or pulled, it would not budge. It felt like wood and looked like wood, but clearly there was more at work here than could be seen by the eye. Kade shook his head slightly as he looked on in frustration.
“Master, did you not want me to find this?” Kade asked out loud, as an image of Zayle standing in front of the bookcase formed in his mind. He felt a twinge of sadness as he closed his eyes, picturing his teacher moving about the study and sitting in the chair behind him. He opened his eyes and glanced over his shoulder at the chair. It was empty. He swallowed and refocused on the bookshelf.
The Divine Power , he thought to himself, realizing what must be at work here. He closed his eyes and recited the words in his mind that meant reveal. The calling was so simple it was almost impossible to make a mistake. As a matter of fact, it was one of the simplest callings to perform. But, without knowing of it and knowing the words to speak in your mind, it would still be out of reach for any chosen, even a master.
Kade looked through his closed eyes and saw a faint, pulsing, green glow surround the bookshelf. He smiled to himself, knowing he was finally getting somewhere. “What about
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