“Not magic, but science, good Adrien. It is the science of Opticks, of which I am proud to call myself not the least of students.” Felix preened, and Adrien smiled to see his innocent joy in his own accomplishment. “I have built this instrument, which I call a telescope, with my own hands. I have spent long hours closeted in my monastery cell deciphering ancient texts from Araby and grinding lenses of glass to fix into this tube.”
And Adrien could well believe it, for truly he had the look of a man not overexposed to fresh air and sunlight in recent years. So far, in fact, was he from looking as though he took regular exercise, it seemed as though a sudden breeze might snap him in two.