Chapter 33

Alex rolled his eyes. "I'm talking about them." He waved to where Parry stood pointing at several figures who appeared to listen for a moment or two and then nodded before stooping to pick up....

"What do they need with shovels?" Lucas's question was answered rather quickly when whoever they were began digging holes into the lumpy, mound-pocked grass between the circle of boulders and the Stone itself. "Oh, I don't *think* so!" Lucas couldn't help the jerk forward, or the strangled sound of annoyance when Alex yanked him back again. "But I'm going to have to fill those back in! And then I'll have to resod! Resodding is really hard!"

He was warbling. Warbling. That couldn't mean anything good for his equilibrium.

"Very likely the least of our worries right now," Alex insisted.

Lucas frowned back down the hillock, fuming. Not at Alex, but at... everything.