Instead, his father responds with a deep breath. "Put it back on the shelf.Let's get on with your studies."As he reshelves the heavy book and turns toward the tall, thin man, Dorrinasks, "Why don't we build some of the machines in the books?")"Such as?" The tall man in black steps around his son and proceeds toward thecovered porch beyond the library.Dorrin turns and follows. "What about the heated water engine?""Heated water is steam." The Black wizard shakes his head. "What would happenif chaos energy were loosed in the cold water?" The wizard sits down on the highstool with the short back."It wouldn't work. But-""That's enough, Dorrin. There are reasons why we don't use those machines. Somecan be easily disrupted by chaos. Some actually require the constant attention ofa chaos wizard, and you can understand why that's not practical here on Recluce, Itrust?" Dorrin nods quietly, as he sits on the backless stool across from hisfather. He has heard the lecture before."We work with nature, Dorrin, not against it. That is the basis of order, andthe foundation of Recluce." The wizard pauses. "Now, tell me what the winds arelike off Land's End."Dorrin closes his eyes and concentrates for a time. Finally, he speaks."They're light, like a cold mist seeping from the north.""What about the higher winds, the ones that direct the weather?"Dorrin closes his eyes again."You should have felt them all. You have to be able to feel the air, Dorrin,feel it at all levels, not just the low easy parts," explains the tall man inblack. He looks from the sky above the Eastern Ocean back to the red-headedyoungster."What good is feeling something if you can't do anything with it?" The boy'svoice is both solemn and curious."Just knowing what the air and the weather are doing is important." Despite histall, thin build, the man's voice is resonant and authoritative. "I have told youbefore. The fanners and the sailors need to know.""Yes, ser," acknowledges the redhead. "But I can't help the plants,, and Icannot even call the slightest of breezes.""I'm sure that will come, Dorrin. In time, and with more work." The man inblack sighs softly, turning his eyes from the black stone railing to the othercovered porch where a shaded table set for four awaits. "Think about it.""I have thought about it, father. I would rather be a smith or a woodworker.They make real things. Even a healer helps people. You can see what happens. Idon't want to spend my life watching things. I want to do things and to createthings.""Sometimes, watching things saves many lives. Remember the big storm last year...""Father . . . ? The legends say that Creslin could direct the storms. Whycan't-""We've talked about that before, Dorrin. If we direct the storms, it willchange the weather all over the world, and Recluce could become a desert onceagain. Even more people would die. When the Founders changed the world, thousandsupon thousands died, and they almost died as well. Now, it would be worse. Muchworse. Even if a Black as great as Creslin appeared, and that is not likely. Notwith the Balance.""But why?""I told you why. Because there are more people. Because everything relates toeverything else. And because there is more order in the world today."Dorrin looks at his father's earnest face, purses his lips, and falls silent."I'm going to help your mother with dinner. Do you know where Kyl is?""Down on the beach.""Would you get him, please?"