You will understand, said the Weaponeer, that a pattern for events exists. It is the function of such as myself to shape events so that they will fit the pattern. He bent, with a graceful sweep of arm, and seized a small jagged pebble. Just as I can grind this bit of rock to fit a round aperture.
Kergan Banbeck reached forward, took the pebble, tossed it high over the tumbled boulders. That bit of rock you shall never shape to fit a round hole.
The Weaponeer shook his head in mild deprecation. There is always more rock.
And there are always more holes, declared Kergan Banbeck.

Section 2 - The Dragon Masters (1962)