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. In matters of magic, that might be,
where Flint was concerned, considered avowal.
When he looked up again Tas had gone. Rising to join
the others, he caught sight of something small and
abandoned on the floor. "Tas, you forgot your pipe." He
picked it up and then saw words carved into the wood that
he had not seen before.
FIND THE MUSIC, FIND THE MAGIC.
"Did you carve this?"
Tas did not turn. "Yes," he said, reluctantly. "I have to
leave it."
"But, Tas, why?"
Tas squared his shoulders as though firming some resolve.
But still he did not turn. "Because the shepherd said that it
could only be used once. That's why I can't get the pipe to
play that song again - or any song. I've used the magic." He
took a deep breath and went on. "And he said that once I
found the magic I had to pass the pipe on." He paused and
then he did turn, a scamp's humor in his long brown eyes.
"It's going to be a long winter. I'm going to leave it here for
someone else to find."
Suddenly, as sharply as though he was yet there, the
half-elf saw himself crouched in the snow, too aching and
exhausted to move. He felt again the bitter whip of the
wind, the life-draining cold. He heard, very faintly, the
coaxing tune that had called him back from freezing
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