“That was lovely,” he said, in the end. “Can anyone do it? If it’s just a matter of—making contracts, and learning what to do with your hands.” “No. You’re either born with magic or you aren’t.” Robin nodded in relief. The whole thing was still strange and fascinating and barely credible. But here he was, credulous, and nobody was going to expect him to make some sort of meticulous contract with an intangible force by waving his fingers around, so it seemed like something he could live with.
