That “black magic balm under his nails,” (23) is the magic that can work with hands, while he “still (has) a firm grip on the tools.” (24). He will keep performing these miracles, as long as his strength and will remain. This is the legacy of a man who loves what he has done his whole life.
“If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise, And with this knife I’ll help it presently. God Join'd my heart to Romeo's, thou our hands. And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another, this shall slay them both. Therefore out of thy long-experienced time, Give me some present counsel, or, behold, ‘Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that Which the commission of thy yeats and art could to no issue of true honor bring”(4.1.53-68).
raised his hand and struck hard, at the enamelled scales, but scarcely cut through: the blade flashed and slashed yet the blow was far less powerful than the hard-pressed king
“Be it so,” I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and again offering him my arm. He leaned upon it heavily. We continued our route in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to glow than flame.
She was very well aware of the history of the sword. It had been made and crafted by a man named Wayland the Smith. He was a shadowhunter who made and forged weapons including Excalibur, Joyeuse, and Durendal, the famous swords for Arthur, Lancelot, and Roland.
“How about I give ye a different type of demonstration of my own concerning another matter entirely? When I’m near ye I canna think clearly, ye have a magic which draws me to
He swished the sword through the air and said, “This is a most interesting weapon, it is thin and light, yet seems to be unbreakable. I think I'll slice you to pieces with it Angelica, and then I'll keep your head as a souvenir. These other two, I will find other uses for.”
“I think that I am going to like you after all. Once I have taunted, teased, and tortured you for a while then you’ll tell me where the staff was hidden.
“I wouldn’t think of doing anything,” Fishlegs warned, handing me the sword. “There’s no evidence that the thing’s real, no evidence that it’s safe, and no evidence that it would make things even better. We don’t even know if it would bring you back in your current form, or back as you were, or if you would remember things or forget them.”
“Yes, it is. I’m giving it to you.” I took the sword from him. It felt unreasonably heavy. “This cannot, under any circumstances, fall into the enemy’s hands. Do you know why?” I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I completely understood. I had been told about this sword, one that had been passed down through our family for generations, and that it had two identical sibling swords. One of these belonged to the elves, and one to the wizards. It was a powerful sword, and the one who bore such a sword could only be killed by one of the other two. That was as far as my knowledge reached.
“But nothing lasts forever, so I would watch my mouth if I were you.” He throws the staff to the ground beside its former owner. “I wouldn’t want to leave you defenseless,” he adds with a smirk. The figure on the ground struggles to get up and it's clear that Radow possesses superior size and strength over the newcomer. He is younger than the dark figure of Radow, and the quality of his clothes implies some wealth. Every piece of clothing is thick and warm and looks like it was custom-made for him. He takes an embarrassed moment to brush off any leaves or dirt still clinging to him after his
“Do you know why the wand worked for you and not for me?” Mr. Ed asked. “No,” Titus replied. “I have no idea.” “I’ll bet it’s because you believed,” the old farmer said. “As my dad’s friend told me years ago, ‘To make the wand work you got to believe.’ “I don’t know,” Titus said, “But I am going to ask the royal wizard that question when I get
“Seeing Midgardian sorcerers follow the path of knowledge that I once trod makes me remember the joy of learning when I was much younger. And I have told you that the other realms have long underestimated humans. It is a delight to see again and again how wrong we were.”
This work gives a more depressing tone to this usually happy childhood memory to most. A magician is also commonly associated with one's childhood and wonder, the magician's hat being empty communicates to me the lack of imagination and magic in one's life when they must grow up and have to face the realities of the world.
"One day both of us were visited by our godly parents, they told us about wizards, so we did a bunch of research to learn more about them " I continued.