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about a jay's squawking that cuts directly into me. Finally, driven
beyond my endurance, I burst out. 'More seeds!' I half-shouted.
And suddenly, there they were - heaps and heaps of them' I was
stunned. Even the birds seemed startled. I, on the other hand, felt
absolutely exhausted.
Father has always used the phrase 'the Will and the Word' to
describe what we do, but I think that's a little limited. My experience
seems to indicate that 'the Wish and the Word' works just as
well.

Someday he and I'll have to talk about that.

As is usually the case, my first experiment in this field made a
lot of noise. I hadn't even finished my self-congratulation when a
blue-banded hawk and two doves came swooping in. Now, hawks
and doves don't normally flock together except when the hawk
is hungry - so I immediately had some suspicions. The three of
them settled on my limb, and then they blurred, changing form
before my very eyes.
'Seeds, Polgara?' Beltira said mildly. 'Seeds?'
'The birds were hungry,' I said. What a silly excuse for a miracle
that was!
'Precocious, isn't she?' Belkira murmured to uncle Beldin.
'We should probably have expected it,' Beldin grunted. 'Pol never
does anything in the normal way.'
'Will I be able to do that some day?' I asked the twins.
'Do what, Pol?' Belkira asked gently.
'What you just did - change myself into a bird and back?'
'Probably, yes.'

'Well now,' I said as a whole new world of possibilities opened
before my eyes. 'Will beldaran be able to do it too?'
Their expressions seemed to grow a bit evasive at that question.
'No more of this, Pol,' uncle Beldin said sternly, 'not until we've
explained a few things to you. This is very dangerous.'
'Dangerous?' That startled me.
'You can do almost anything you put your mind to, Pol,' Beltira
explained, 'but you can't uncreate things. Don't ever say, "Be not".
"If you do, the force you've unleashed will recoil back on you, and
you'll be the one who's destroyed.'
'Why would I want to destroy anything?'
'It'll happen,' Beldin assured me in that growling voice of his.
'You're almost as bad-tempered as I am, and sooner or later
something will irritate you to the point that you'll want to make it go
away - to destroy it - and that'll kill you.'
'Kill?'
'And more than kill. The purpose of the universe is to create things.
She won't let you come along behind her and undo her work.'
'Wouldn't that also apply to making things?'
'Whatever gave you that idea?'