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Which reminds me of a story whose magic I only realised a decade or so after I'd read it, and think that there is still much more to learn; if anyone knows it and can direct me to its source I would greatly appreciate it, as I remember it more from the images it invoked in my mind than the words on the page, and I forget how it ends.
Once when the world was new, in a land of ice and snow, there existed a magician whose power was unquestioned by all, save one. This one was another magician, younger and brasher than his senior, who decided that it was time to issue a challenge; the challenge was accepted, and the two came to meet.
The closer they came to one another, the louder two sounds could be heard, and these sounds were made by both the magicians; the first was the sound of their sled cutting its way through the ice and snow, driven by the hooves of reigndeer whose breath was loud in the wind.
The second was chanting, similar, yet different. Both magicians spoke of what they were, and yet what they spoke of were things they were not; the snow that fell from the sky, the twinkle in their reigndeers eye, the bubbles in their beer, whispers in their hearts of fear.
Closer and closer the magicians came, louder and louder their voices were heard, faster and faster their sleds sped...
I forget what happens next... they probably just smiled and went to the pub. |
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