Chapter 5
At the edge of their garden was a large rock they had tried to remove. When they had dug down knee-deep and found that the rock was still wider, they had given up. Now it made a convenient place to sit.
His broad, vague shadow monstrous beside him, Race picked his way down the bench to the garden in the clusterlight. Crouching above the rock, he brought back the emotions of the flagstone-raising. The irritation he didn’t need, but the strong impatient desire to change things he did, and the queer tension.
Remembering his irritation brought the other two back. As the tension grew in him, Race remembered that he must visualize the rock’s rise. To do so he visualized it lying under the ground, and immediately realized his image was inaccurate. The stone was much wider below than
