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Power Tricks “I’m a fool, a fool!” Pasmael said while walking through the corridors of the Tower, “it’s illogical…how do they want me to learn without trying it myself?” It had been a very long day at the tower, and during his free time he had tried some channeling. He had just been practicing but, an Aes Sedai discovered him. She wasn’t very happy to find a new soldier trying to channel on his own without even a Dedicated to supervise. She also hadn’t been very happy that he pointed how illogical it was to believe that a soldier could ameliorate without some personal training. Unhappy was not the exact word to describe what he was feeling; furious probably would be the word after about half an hour of listening to her go on about the proper way to behave in front of an Aes Sedai. In the end he was sent to the kitchen for the night, to clean dishes and pots… alone. When he entered the kitchen, he found himself in front of a little greasy man. One of the cookers, he thought, but what was he doing here at this time of the night. Before he could say anything the man spoke. “Ah! You must be the little trouble maker that the Aes Sedai sent me to teach something of good behavior to. Good! “Some Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah are having a meeting, about studying documents or something like that and, they want a late meal so I have to make it. And you get to be my helper, and then clean up. What are you waiting for? Begin by peeling these onions and then clean all the cook pots. I want them very clean mind you!” Time seemed to stretch forever. No one was in the kitchen, except him and the horrible cook who seemed to be unhappy with everything he did. “These pots are still dirty; wash them again!”, “The water is too cold!”, “This water is too hot!” and, “You call that a peeled onion!” Oh light, Pasmael thought, how long will I have to endure this? After hours of work there was still a mountain of vegetables to cut, even though the dinner was already made. “Why am I still cutting cabbages if the dinner is already done?” The cooker took his time while answering, “Well, tomorrow is going to be a difficult day, and some of the other cookers are sick. So I think you will be of great help” he said while smiling. Pasmael wanted to hit the man, as it was almost midnight. Concentrate, he told himself, logic must prevail. How dare he do something like that…no, no…concentrate, he thought to himself. I must finish this. He fell over and with him fell all the potatoes he was cutting… “You idiot!” the cook said, “You are a goat brain! And you expect to become an Asha’man!” Anger is illogical, he told to himself, you must be calm. “I bet your parents were very happy to see you leave home. You with your clumsy hands” the cook said. That was enough, and without thinking Pasmael channeled as strong as he ever had. Without really thinking of what he was doing, a weave formed near the cooks head. It was a spinning form of the five powers, and Pasmael said, “You will let me go to sleep and you will cut all of the potatoes that are needed”. To his surprise, the man answered, “Yes, I think that will be fine… you should go to sleep”. After walking through the dessert corridors, Pasmael found himself in his room… “Light, how did I do that?” |
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