going to need something I wasn't wearing when Ranger Ariel summoned me. So I think I'd better learn that summoning spell first."
Chavvorth looked uncomfortable, but shook his head. "Such a summoning is dangerous even for an experienced magician -- far too dangerous for a novice, particularly one who is also a Ranger. No, I will not teach you that spell. But I will attempt to summon this object myself, if you will describe it."
Medart frowned. He wasn't used to having his requests refused, even for his own safety -- a Ranger was presumed to be able to evaluate risks and take only necessary ones. On the other hand, he didn't know enough about magic to make such an evaluation accurately, and his first attempt at using it had in- jured an Imperial officer . . . so maybe he'd better accept the refusal grace- fully. "All right, Captain. But if it's that dangerous, I'd hesitate to risk an IBC's captain, either. Don't you have any magical specialists?"
"Yes, of course. Next to Ranger Ariel, Major
A typical Ann Wilson short story.Compelling, fascinating storiy for all age groups. It Would be an interesting idea if the author was to put all har short tales into a single volume.