The mental exercise of shielding different areas of his mind was strenuous work. But he knew he could do it now and had convinced Parmver to speak with his father about dropping the wall that kept Kanvar's mind locked away. Alone in the room, Kanvar stretched and crawled out of the bed. He forced himself to limp to the window and back a few times, just to be sure his wounded leg had healed right. It seemed as strong as it had ever been. Kanvar flipped through the pages of the ancient book, which Parmver had left on the bedside table. The pictures showed the boy and the dragon bonding and flying. A bit further back there was an illustration of the boy holding a small golden ball in the air with his mind, and another of him guiding a herd of lesser dragons out to pasture. More pictures showed the boy taming a wild camdor to be ridden, sending messages with his mind over long distances, using his mind to rearrange paint on a canvas to create a mountain scene, and similarly mold clay and produce other fine arts.
