"Oh," Roland says, because he recognizes that particular combination of beliefs and deities, but Athelstan's moved on before Roland asks. "Is it really so different," he asks instead, "from willing anything else to work for you? I can will my hand to grip this glass, to lift it to my lips, and-" He does so, taking a demonstrative drink. "I can will myself to pick up my gun, to aim and fire it, and it'll happen."

He shrugs. "But it may be easier for me, as my 'power' is one of the less overt ones. For someone who used to worship the Man Jesus," he nods toward Athelstan, gesturing at him with a hand, "I guess something like, say, control over fire would be a particularly hard thing to get used to."