Its height from the ground came up just to his lower chest, and its roundness – before they had carved at it, so Oliver could actually lift it – had made it near impossible for him to wrap his arms around it. It looked frankly ridiculous to have anyone budge that, and even Dominus had seemed mildly alarmed in making another human being lift it – though Oliver had never been able to do much more than budge it just the slightest inch from the ground. That was all Dominus had required from him, after all.
He stood in front of it now, and dusted the snow off the top of it with a smile on his face. He ran the fingers along the crude marks in the rock that Dominus had seen hammered away from Oliver's hands. "Damn it, old man," he cursed him. "You really didn't allow me much to work with."
