“Certainly, sir.” The boy took the robe and hurried away. Elodin looked at me. “Do you see? The names we call each other are not Names. But they have some power nonetheless.” “That’s not magic,” I protested. “He had to listen to you. You’re a master.” “And you’re a Re’lar,” he said implacably. “You called the wind and the wind listened.” I struggled with the concept. “You’re saying the wind is alive?”
