Thomas Moran Grand Canyon

Thomas Moran Grand CanyonJean Francois Millet The sowerJean Francois Millet Spring
"It works, though, doesn't it?"
They were alone on the cold plain now. The Things were distant stick-figures.
"I wonder if this is what they mean by sourcery?" said Simon.
I don't know. It might be."mean, we thought - Treatle told us -"
"Oook," said the librarian, shooing some pages back between their covers.
"Where are young Simon and the girl? What have you done with them?" Granny demanded.
"They - we put them over here," said the wizard, backing away. "Um -"
"Show us," said Cutangle. "And stop stuttering, man, you'd think you'd never seen a woman before."
"I'd really like looking down at the pyramid.
"Well, that is supposed to be my idea of the world. I should be able to find a way. How do you do this thing with the hands?"
He moved his hands together. The staff slid between them, the light glowing through his fingers for a moment, and then vanished. He grinned. "Right. Now all we have to do is look for the University . . .