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“I am?”

“It doesn’t often happen,” Whalen said slowly, “but every now and then a person is born who, like you, can use a high level of magic, even without training. You have learned everything I’ve given you much faster than any normal apprentice would, and you have found magic when you needed it most. The council and I agree that you may, in fact, be wizardborn.”

“Very well,” said Alex, taking a deep breath. “I will do as you ask—I will take a staff. I will also swear the oath and agree to obey wizard law. And whenever you are ready, I will let you put the Rel O’Gash on me.”

“Well done, well done indeed. I am pleased with your decision.”

“What now?”

“Now we go to Blackburn’s so you can summon your staff,” replied Whalen.

“Summon a staff?”

“Of course,” said Whalen, getting up and moving to the door. “You could take just any staff, of course, but if you summon one, it will work better for you. We’ll take care of the Rel O’Gash later tonight, once you have your staff.”

“I’m not supposed to talk about the Rel O’Gash, am I?” Alex asked, already knowing the answer. “I mean, not with anyone but you or another wizard.”

“I see your O’Gash is already teaching you,” Whalen replied with a nod.

Whalen led Alex out of the Swan and into the streets of Telous while he explained about summoning a staff. There was a simple spell that would call forth the staff best suited for Alex. It was also a useful spell to know, Whalen explained, in case you dropped your staff and needed it in a hurry.

“Master Vankin. Master Taylor,” said Mr. Blackburn as Alex and Whalen entered his shop. “A great honor to have you both here.”

Alex had been to Mr. Blackburn’s shop once before when he had bought Moon Slayer. He liked Mr. Blackburn, and he liked looking around his shop even more.

“We’ve come to get my friend a staff,” Whalen said enthusiastically.

“’Course you have,” said Mr. Blackburn with a nod. “Knew he’d be back for one. Said so in the book.”

“May we see the staffs you have?” Whalen asked.

Mr. Blackburn bowed and led Alex and Whalen to a back room of the shop. Alex was surprised to see at least a hundred staffs lined up, all made of different woods and metals, and all giving off a little bit of their power. He could feel the magic in the room. He looked around the room with wide eyes, wondering which staff might be the best one for him.

“Whenever you’re ready, Alex,” Whalen said quietly.

“Are you sure there’s one here for me?” Alex asked.

“Oh, yes, I’m sure of it.”

“What if there’s more than one?” asked Alex, imagining all the staffs in the room suddenly landing on top of him.

“That would be unlikely,” Whalen said thoughtfully. “There have been a few cases where two staffs were summoned, but that was a long time ago.”

Alex nodded and stood for a moment without moving. He knew without being told that this was one of the most important moments of his life. He was about to summon his staff and become a true wizard. Slowly he raised his hands and repeated the spell Whalen had taught him.

To Alex’s shock and surprise, the moment he finished the spell, three staffs jumped from the wall and moved across the floor to stand directly in front of him without any support.

“Oh, my,” said Whalen, sounding almost as surprised as Alex felt. “Well, this is something, isn’t it?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you did it exactly right,” Whalen replied. “Let me see what we have here.”

Whalen began walking back and forth, looking at the three staffs. Alex’s nervous feeling reached a new high, and he wondered for a moment if he should change his mind about taking a staff.

“Oak and gold,” said Whalen. “A fine-looking staff. And yes, holly and silver, an excellent staff. Well, ironwood and true silver, a strange combination, but another wonderful staff.”

“Should I try again?” Alex questioned.

“No, there won’t be any need for that. It looks as if the staffs will have to compete.”

“Compete?”

“Yes,” Whalen replied in a thoughtful tone. “You will use each staff to do the same magical act. The staff that does the best job will be the one for you.”

“And if they are all the same?”

“Well, that’s hardly likely,” said Whalen. Then he stopped to consider the question for a moment. “Of course, if they do, that will be interesting, won’t it?”

Alex didn’t answer, afraid to ask what Whalen might mean by interesting.

“Well, come along,” said Whalen. “Bring the staffs. I think we’ll step outside for this. I’ll ask Mr. Blackburn to help me judge.”

Alex collected the three staffs and followed Whalen outside. He wondered what kind of magical act Whalen would ask him to do and how Whalen and Mr. Blackburn would judge the results.

Whalen turned to face Alex. “Pick one staff and lay the others aside for now.”

Alex kept the oak and gold staff in his hand and leaned the other two against the wall of Mr. Blackburn’s shop.

“Now, Alex, I want you to use your staff and change this large rock here into solid gold,” said Whalen, as if his request was perfectly normal.

Alex looked at the rock. It was nearly three feet tall and almost as long. He wondered how Whalen would know if it was solid gold or not. Putting the thought out of his mind, he concentrated on the task at hand. After a few seconds, he touched the rock with the bottom of the staff.

“Oh, well done,” said Whalen. “Mr. Blackburn, what do you think?”

“Well, I don’t know if it’s gold all the way through,” Mr. Blackburn replied. “But it looks like it’s all gold on the outside.”

“All right, Alex,” Whalen continued. “Now use your staff to change the gold into a dog.”

Alex was surprised by the request, but he didn’t ask any questions. Once more he focused his mind, and after a moment, he touched the rock a second time with the staff.

“A golden retriever, how fitting,” said Whalen with a chuckle. “Mr. Blackburn, what do you think?”

“Looks all dog to me,” said Mr. Blackburn, patting the dog on the head.

“All right, Alex,” said Whalen. “Now turn the dog back into the original rock.”

Once more Alex did as he was told. Even though he liked the dog and didn’t really want to change it back, he knew that it was really a rock.

“Now use your staff to send a large red fireball into the sky,” Whalen ordered. “Have it explode and vanish when it reaches about a hundred feet up or so.”

Once more Alex did as he was told, and after a few moments of thought, an enormous bright-red fireball shot from the head of the staff. When the fireball was a hundred feet in the air, a tremendous explosion shook the ground under his feet and rattled the windows of Mr. Blackburn’s smithy.

“Very well done,” said Whalen. “That should wake up the people of Telous.”

Whalen asked Alex to change staffs and repeat the process. To Alex’s surprise and confusion, he managed the exact same results with both of the other staffs.

“I never seen anything like this before,” said Mr. Blackburn, rubbing his head. “There’s no difference between them and that’s a fact.”

“I agree,” said Whalen, smiling but sounding slightly troubled.

“Perhaps some other task would work better,” Alex suggested.

“No, I believe it would be the same,” said Whalen. “This is strange, but it has happened at least once before.”

“It has?”

“Well, once that I know of,” Whalen answered. “Of course that was before my time, but the incident is well-documented.”

“What do we do now?” Alex questioned, hoping the answer would be simple.

“Conflagration,” Whalen answered, and Mr. Blackburn let out a loud gasp.

“What’s that?” Alex questioned.

“It’s a magical command that will combine all three staffs into one,” Whalen said slowly. “I’ve never seen it used, of course, but I’m quite sure you can manage it.”