"I have come into the sanctuary and found one or the other of them standing."
This was too terrifying. I wanted to tug his hand and pull him out of here.
"I found him once several paces from the chair. And the woman, another time, at the
door."
"Trying to get out?" I whispered.
"Perhaps," he said thoughtfully. "But then they could easily get out if they
wanted to. When you hear the whole story you can judge. Whenever I've found them moved, I've carried them back. I've arranged their limbs as they were before. It takes enormous strength to do it. They are like flexible stone, if you can imagine it. And if I have such strength, you can imagine what theirs might be."
"You say want ... wanted to. What if they want to do everything and they no longer can?
What if it was the limit of her
