and see, Clara,” Roger said, imploring as he opened his arm toward the telescope. Hesitantly, she did, bending and looking, face a pinch of puzzlement until it broke into a wide smile. When Clara smiled, her whole countenance smiled. “I see it,” she said. “Oh, my. ‘Canst thou bind the cluster of the Pleiades . . .’” She sighed contentedly. “Such freedom, to know our limits. And to know the God who has none.”
