forth in the air.
"That's elf magic," he said proudly. "The King taught me how to do it, and nobody in the whole kingdom can do it but me and the King. Isn't it pretty? It's a little moon. Of course, it's not good for much when the moon's just a sliver because it's a sliver, too, and you don't get anything at all when the moon is new. That's how elf magic generally is. It's pretty to look at, but it doesn't really get you anywhere. I know lots. Do you want to see some more?"
At Emily's enthusiastic confirmation, he winked out the globe, and black shadow swallowed up the path. "I did that because this looks better in the dark," he explained. The huge cat held out his paws and swiftly tapped the path before them, shrilling out a few words of command. Nothing happened for a second. Then a soft glow emanated from the ground at Seylin's feet as a tiny silver plant broke through the earth. Gracefully unwinding and arching through the air, it grew rapidly into a bush with shining silver leaves. Buds formed at the ends of its delicate branches and blossomed into a mass of shimmering golden lilies. The leaves rustled musically in the night breeze, and as the lilies swayed to and fro they tinkled like a carillon of tiny bells. Kate and Emily stared openmouthed, completely captivated by the plant's beauty.
"That's my best one yet," piped the cat. "The King says I do it even better than he does, but they don't always turn out this good. It must be because the moon's close to full. Elf magic generally strengthens with the moon. That's sort of silly if you think about itbecause you can't really count on the moon." The cat waved his paw through the unearthly apparition, and the glorious plant disintegrated into a sparkly snowfall. In a few seconds, its shining particles vanished with a quiet whisper, and they were in darkness again. The cat relit his tiny moon and started down the path, the silver globe bobbing along just above his right shoulder.
"I can do more than elf magic, of course," he added, padding along. "I'm good at goblin magic, too. It's lots more practical, like if you need to fight somebody or open a locked door. But I can't do any dwarf magic. Dwarf magic depends on stones, and they can tell if you're not dwarf. I'm not dwarf at all. The King can do some even though he doesn't look dwarf. Agatha does dwarf magic a lot, and the real dwarves do it without even thinking. It's how they carry their loads and do their building and making. They're such little people, but they can do more with stone and metal than any giant ever could. They can just make the earth do anything." Kate remembered Agatha bolting them to the ground, sticking them into place as if they had grown roots.
"Couldn't you teach me how to do a little magic?" Emily begged as she trotted to keep up with the cat. Seylin laid his ears back a little.
"I don't think so," he said apologetically, "not if you're just human. Humans don't have any magic. Agatha says they don't need it. They live just like cattle, chewing up the land and raising herds of babies. Everybody knows they're God's favorites; they already get everything their own way. Elves and goblins got their magic from the First Fathers, and dwarves say they're related to rocks, so they just know how to ask rocks to behave. Agatha says there's some humans who talk with the devils and get them to do things, but she says that's not magic, that's stupid, because devils always make sure they get paid better than they work."
The trees began to thin as they came within sight of the Lodge. All its windows were dark. Seylin immediately put out the little moon.
"I'll be right here if you need me," he told them. "I'm glad it's not raining anymore. I have to look just like a regular cat all the time when I'm outside. We're not allowed to attract attention. Humans would think it was funny if they saw a dry cat sitting in the rain."
As she thanked the cat politely, Kate felt her head beginning to hurt. She was a
"That's elf magic," he said proudly. "The King taught me how to do it, and nobody in the whole kingdom can do it but me and the King. Isn't it pretty? It's a little moon. Of course, it's not good for much when the moon's just a sliver because it's a sliver, too, and you don't get anything at all when the moon is new. That's how elf magic generally is. It's pretty to look at, but it doesn't really get you anywhere. I know lots. Do you want to see some more?"
At Emily's enthusiastic confirmation, he winked out the globe, and black shadow swallowed up the path. "I did that because this looks better in the dark," he explained. The huge cat held out his paws and swiftly tapped the path before them, shrilling out a few words of command. Nothing happened for a second. Then a soft glow emanated from the ground at Seylin's feet as a tiny silver plant broke through the earth. Gracefully unwinding and arching through the air, it grew rapidly into a bush with shining silver leaves. Buds formed at the ends of its delicate branches and blossomed into a mass of shimmering golden lilies. The leaves rustled musically in the night breeze, and as the lilies swayed to and fro they tinkled like a carillon of tiny bells. Kate and Emily stared openmouthed, completely captivated by the plant's beauty.
"That's my best one yet," piped the cat. "The King says I do it even better than he does, but they don't always turn out this good. It must be because the moon's close to full. Elf magic generally strengthens with the moon. That's sort of silly if you think about itbecause you can't really count on the moon." The cat waved his paw through the unearthly apparition, and the glorious plant disintegrated into a sparkly snowfall. In a few seconds, its shining particles vanished with a quiet whisper, and they were in darkness again. The cat relit his tiny moon and started down the path, the silver globe bobbing along just above his right shoulder.
"I can do more than elf magic, of course," he added, padding along. "I'm good at goblin magic, too. It's lots more practical, like if you need to fight somebody or open a locked door. But I can't do any dwarf magic. Dwarf magic depends on stones, and they can tell if you're not dwarf. I'm not dwarf at all. The King can do some even though he doesn't look dwarf. Agatha does dwarf magic a lot, and the real dwarves do it without even thinking. It's how they carry their loads and do their building and making. They're such little people, but they can do more with stone and metal than any giant ever could. They can just make the earth do anything." Kate remembered Agatha bolting them to the ground, sticking them into place as if they had grown roots.
"Couldn't you teach me how to do a little magic?" Emily begged as she trotted to keep up with the cat. Seylin laid his ears back a little.
"I don't think so," he said apologetically, "not if you're just human. Humans don't have any magic. Agatha says they don't need it. They live just like cattle, chewing up the land and raising herds of babies. Everybody knows they're God's favorites; they already get everything their own way. Elves and goblins got their magic from the First Fathers, and dwarves say they're related to rocks, so they just know how to ask rocks to behave. Agatha says there's some humans who talk with the devils and get them to do things, but she says that's not magic, that's stupid, because devils always make sure they get paid better than they work."
The trees began to thin as they came within sight of the Lodge. All its windows were dark. Seylin immediately put out the little moon.
"I'll be right here if you need me," he told them. "I'm glad it's not raining anymore. I have to look just like a regular cat all the time when I'm outside. We're not allowed to attract attention. Humans would think it was funny if they saw a dry cat sitting in the rain."
As she thanked the cat politely, Kate felt her head beginning to hurt. She was a
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