Ventus by Karl Schroeder

Karl Schroeder / Ventus / Page 379
He needed to see more than just the outlines of the place.
When the Heaven hooks descended on the Boros manor,
Jordan’s vision had briefly expanded to include distant places.
He had been able to see what was happening inside the manor,
even though he was hundred of meters away. Try as he might,
however, he had ben unable to repeat that experience.
There was something else he could try. Jordan focussed
his mind on one name, and hurled it into an imagined sky with
all his might:
"Ka!"
He waited. There was no response, and he could see
nothing as he scanned the vague landscape that opened out
beyond the manor.
"Ka! Come here!"
Nothing. He waited a long while, but the little Wind
must be too far away to hear him. All right; on to the next
idea.
Careful not to break his concentration, he rose and
moved to the door. He ran his fingertip around the keyhole on
the large iron lock plate. He could actually see inside the lock
if he concentrated; the mechanism was simple. All he needed
was something with which to manipulate the tumblers.
There was another thing he wanted to try. He had
nothing to lose now, where before he had been afraid of
alerting the Winds to his presence by experimenting. Jordan
returned to the cot, gathering his cloak on the way; it was
getting quite chilly in here.
For some time now he had known he could communicate
with the mecha. He had been reluctant, however, to ask
himself the next logical question:
Could he command the mecha, as the Winds did?
As he sat by the lakeside and poured water from bucket