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ugly little servant to do.

I took him outside and showed him my half-finished tower.

"You understand the situation here?" I asked him.

"I'm supposed to do what you tell me to do."

"Exactly." This was going to work out just fine.

"Now, let's go back to the edge of the woods. I've got a little chore
for you."

It took us quite some time to return to the woods. When we got there,
I pointed at a dry stream-bed filled with nice round rocks of a
suitable size.

"See those rocks?" I asked him.

"Naturally I can see them, you dolt! I'm not blind!"

"I'm so happy for you. I'd like for you to pile them all beside my
tower--neatly, of course." I sat down under a shady tree.

"Be a good fellow and see to it, would you?" I was actually enjoying
this.

He glowered at me for a moment and then turned to glare at the rocky
stream-bed.

Then, one by one, the rocks began to vanish! I could actually feel him
doing it! Would you believe it? Din already knew the secret! It was
the first case of spontaneous sorcery I had ever seen.

"Now what?" he demanded.

"How did you learn to do that?" I demanded incredulously.

He shrugged.

"Picked it up somewhere," he replied.

"Are you trying to tell me that you can't?"

"Of course I can, but--" I got hold of myself at that point.

"Are you sure you trans located them to the right spot?"

"You wanted them piled up beside your tower, didn't you? Go look, if
you want. I know where they are. Was there anything else you wanted