The young man looked surprised. 'I don't ... that is to say ... er ... I'm not a Magus.'
He trailed off and liked his lips nervously.
'The spirits told me to expect a Magus, but they're often wrong.'
'Oh ... well, I'm an apprentice. But my master, the great Bayaz,' and he bowed his head reverently, 'is no other than the First of the Magi, great in High Art and learned in deep wisdom.
He sent me to find you,' he looked suddenly doubtful, 'and bring you ... you are Logen Ninefingers?'
- The Blade Itself, Part I, The Wide and Barren North