Their 'magic' is Art, delivered from many of its human limitations.

There I lay staring upward, while the stars wheeled over... Faint to my ears came the gathered rumor of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slow everlasting groan of overburdened stone.

Outside the ring of dancing warriors with spears and axes stood wolves at a respectful distance, watching and waiting.

Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.

I have no help to send, therefore I must go myself.

out of the frying pan and into the fire

He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home - for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler.