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heart. I tried to cast it but my mind blanked out each time.
'I can't cast it!' I said hysterically. 'There's something that won't allow me to cast it!'
Bartholomew took a bit of dust from his pocket and threw it in front of my face. The world darkened and then I saw a golden wispy circle around me that went as far as the lake to the line of my army.
'That's your range,' he explained. 'If you want to go further, you're going to have to move further up or get up somewhere high - a tower or a hilly spot.'
'The guard tower over there would be a good point,' I said, pointing.
'Very well. We'll head there. What shall we do about the army? Should they attack or what?'
'I don't know! What do you think I should do?'
'Leave the army to me,' Bartholomew ordered. 'I'll lead them while you take care with the Matak tribe. We'll back you up if you make a mistake but don't make too many. The army will only stretch so far. And if the firestorm doesn't
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work, then flick through the pages and have a look at other spells. You should be able to manage most of them except the last ones. You'll need a great mana count for that.'
'Great mana count? What does that mean?'
'There's not enough time to explain!' Bartholomew snapped. 'If you want an increase in your mana, then killed the Matak Shaman as many times as you can. Her mana then will pass to you as you are the rightful owner of it. If it's too complicated then don't do that and stick to your spells to distract the enemy. We have to set up catapults and other things so the more time we get, the better.'
'Alright,' I said as Bartholomew shoved the book into my hand.
'Here's some of that dust so you can check your range and your mask as well. I don't think I'll be needing that. Luck Shaman.'
He made his way over to the army camp and I began to move as well to the guard tower. As I was heading up, so many people were running past me, back to the temple and the lake, which
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