Think about it

He turned. "Think about it, Wren. We have in our posses- sion both the Loden and the Elfstones-magic enough to accom- plish almost anything. Yet we seem afraid to invoke that magic, almost as if we were restrained from doing so. But we aren't, are we? I mean, what is to prevent it? Look at how much better things became when you used the Elfstones to find a way out of Eden's Murk. We should be using that magic every step of the way! If we did, we might be to the beach by now." "It doesn't work that way, Gavilan. It doesn't do just any- thing . . But he wasn't listening. "Even worse is the way we ignore the magic contained in the Loden. Yes, it is needed to preserve the Elves and Arborlon for the journey back. But all of it? I don't believe it for a moment!" He let his hand come to rest momentarily on the Ruhk Staff. His words were suddenly fer- vent. "Why not use the magic against these things that hunt us? Why not just burn a path right through them? Or better still, why not make something that will go out there and destroy them!" Wren stared at him, unable to believe what she was hearing. Gavilan," she said quietly. "I know about the demons. Eowen told me." He shrugged. "It was time, I suppose. Ellenroh was the only reason no one told you sooner." "However that may be," she continued, her voice lowering, taking on a firmness, "how can you possibly suggest using the magic to make anything else?"