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By sunrise, the would-be wizard had catalogued each of
the scrolls into one of four categories: "tricks," which meant
(he thought) harmless spells he wanted to use on people he
knew, such as Milo Martin; "guard spells," which seemed
to protect their caster from harm; "attack spells," whose
titles suggested more aggressive results; and "unknown
spells," whose results the untrained hermit could not predict
even by reading and understanding the first few lines.
A sorcerer needs a sorcerer's robe, Lodston thought,
delighted with the promise of new and unusual powers. He
lifted Dalamar's black robe from the table and let it fall
loosely over his head. A blend of cloying fragrances
stormed his nostrils from the hundreds of hidden pockets
which had contained the wizard's spell components and
ingredients for herbal potions. The pockets were empty
now, but residue of their exotic contents remained to
perfume the silken fabric.
The hermit had planned to gather the voluminous garment
at the waist to adjust its length, but the robe seemed to
sense his shorter height. At the moment the light but strong
fabric settled on his shoulders, Lodston felt Dalamar's
power surging in the robe and spreading into his own body
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