He finally pressed his fingertips together.He finally pressed his fingertips together. "So you have recently come from Desa Megassi." "Yes, sir." "How is Desa?" "Fine, sir, although in his dragon form he does not get out much these days. I only saw it once in the 25 months I lived there." "I see," he said. "Still, it is nice to hear that he is alive and well and teaching again. For a while I though I should never hear from him. Instead he sends me you. A student not even 25 who has already created an incredible spell base. And, he tell me in private, you have mastered another spell base that has been nobody's knowledge for centuries." My jaw dropped when I heard that. "Sir?" "The genetic bases. Nobody has been able to learn those; they're almost strictly dragon lore, and now you wander into my college knowing them! Inconceivable!" He leaned forward. "Tell me. If I asked you to, could you write them down?" Taken by surprise, I nodded. "I could. Given time." "Do you think anyone else could learn them?" "Sir, if you're asking me to pass on my knowledge, I will gratefully to students who can use it. But I will not simply turn my studies over to a book for irresponsible students to leaf through at their whim." His expression took on a pall of surprise, and then he leaned back in his chair. |