The shrieks and moans were much fainter than the sorcerer would have expected if the cat had inadvertently fallen into one of his holes — had he not trained her the technique of escaping from such holes of trickery? But the signature of the caterwaul faded to a great distance and could not be heard. Where is the cat? Aghast at the prospect of loosing his pet cat, and quite shaken, the Sorcerer stopped making such holes — he did not care for frightening children, but his cats were precious to him. In a moment of enlightment, he now feared that someday he could fall to similar fate if he continued in his ways, so he started different trickeries, to which villagers cautiously rejoyced.

Farwinner’s father turned to his son and said “You see, if a man of great sorcery wishes to drive without breaks, then only his folly will truly stop him, not others”.

The young Telemach retired to the library, though keeping private, none could see if he reached for the shelf of wizardry or fable. Perhaps when he re-emerged they would…