Lindon watched the mug as though committing it to memory might help him somehow. “Pardon, but I couldn’t transport the mug directly from the shelf to the table without my authority.” “I can,” Eithan said, rolling up his sleeves. “Let me show you.” His smile dropped and his eyes sharpened. He held out his hands, focusing his will. Then he grabbed the mug, lifted it, and placed it on the other end of the table. “Behold!” he cried. “I have transported the cup!”
