He stood up. At this point many Talents danced. Sordman loved to use his body, but ritual dancing made him feel ridiculous. It had been proven, however, that the Power flowed at its freest when the body was occupied, so he took three colored balls from the case and started juggling.
The balls soared higher and faster. He mumbled a hymn. His voice grew stronger. He roared his love of life at the world.
The wall between his conscious and unconscious mind collapsed. Lightning flashed in his eyes. Colors sang in his brain. Walls, floor, table, chairs became extensions of his mind. They danced with the balls between his hands. The Universe and he flowed together like a sea of molten iron.
His hands, miles from his mind, fumbled in the case. The balls danced and bobbed in the air. He laughed and unfolded his divining rod. The furniture bounced. Mylady Esponito screamed.
All Creation is a flow. Dance, you parts of me, you living things, you atoms of my dust!
He had torn Esponito's photo from a newspaper. Now he let the colored balls drop and stuck the picture on the end of the rod.
"This and that are one in kind. Servant rod, find me that!"