And then another thought almost stunned him. Why merely the girl? She'd mentioned a friend, hadn't she? Perhaps it was something in the atmosphere of this strange world, in the very air you breathed. Perhaps anyone could do it, could create out of nothing—Glaudot included.
"You want to go to the spaceship?" he asked.
"Yes. Oh, yes."
"Then teach me the secret of creation."
"Of making things, you mean? Why, there isn't any secret. Should there be any secret? You merely—create."
"Show me," said Glaudot.
A table appeared, and savory dishes of food.
"Magician!" cried Chandler.
A great roan stallion, bridled but without a saddle, materialized. Robin swung up on its broad back and used her bare knees for balance and control. The stallion cantered off.