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bowl back on its shelf and rolled on.

Itā€™s a fact that Doc knows the Art Gallery better than any of us, really by heart, he being the oldest inhabitant, though he maybe picked a bad time to show off his knowledge. Erich was going to take out after him, but I said, ā€œNix, Kamerad, remember gloves and sugar,ā€ and he contented himself with complaining, ā€œThat nichevoā ā€”itā€™s so gloomy and hopeless, ungeheuerlich. I tell you, Liebchen, they shouldnā€™t have Russians working for the Spiders, not even as Entertainers.ā€

I grinned at him and squeezed his hand. ā€œNot much entertainment in Doc these days, is there?ā€ I agreed.

He grinned back at me a shade sheepishly and his face smoothed and his blue eyes looked sweet again for a second and he said, ā€œI shouldnā€™t want to claw out at people that way, Greta, but at times I am just a jealous old man,ā€ which is not entirely true, as he isnā€™t a day over thirty-three, although his hair is nearly white.

Our lovers had drifted on a few steps until they were almost fading into the Surgery screen. It was the last spot I would have picked for the formal preliminaries to a little British smooching, but Lili probably didnā€™t share my prejudices, though I remembered sheā€™d told me sheā€™d served a brief hitch in an Arachnoid Field Hospital before being transferred to the Place.

But she couldnā€™t have had anything like the experience Iā€™d had during my short and sour career as a Spider nurse, when Iā€™d acquired my best-hated nightmare and flopped completely (jobwise, but on the floor, too) at seeing a doctor flick a switch and a being, badly injured but human, turn into a long cluster of glistening strange fruitā ā€”ugh, it always makes me want to toss my cookies and my buttons. And to think that dear old Daddy Anton wanted his Greta chile to be a doctor.

Well, I could see this wasnā€™t getting me anywhere I wanted to go, and after all there was a party going on.

Doc was babbling something at a great rate to Sidā ā€”I just hoped Doc wouldnā€™t get inspired to go into his animal imitations, which sound pretty fierce and once seriously offended some recuperating E.T.s.

Maud was demonstrating to Mark a 23rd Century two-step and Beau sat down at the piano and improvised softly on her rhythm.

As the deep-thrumming relaxing notes hit us, Erichā€™s face brightened and he dragged me over. Pleasantly soon I had my feet off the diamond-rough floor, which we donā€™t carpet because most of the E.T.s, the dear boys, like it hard, and I was shouldering back deep into the couch nearest the piano, with cushions all around me and a fresh drink in my hand, while my Nazi boy friend was getting ready to discharge his Weltschmerz as song, which didnā€™t alarm me too much, as his baritone is passable.

Things felt real good, like the Maintainer was just idling to keep the Place in existence and moored to the cosmos, not exerting itself at all or at most taking an occasional lazy paddle stroke. At times the Placeā€™s loneliness can be happy and comfortable.

Then Beau raised an eyebrow at Erich, who nodded, and next thing they were launched into a song we all know, though Iā€™ve never found out where it originally came from. This time it made me think of Lili, and I wondered whyā ā€”and why itā€™s a tradition at Recuperation Stations to call the new girl Lili, though in this case it happened to be her real name.

Standing in the Doorway just outside of space,
Winds of Change blow ā€™round you but donā€™t touch your face;
You smile as you whisper tenderly,
ā€œPlease cross to me, Recuperee;
The operationā€™s over, come in and close the Door.ā€

IV SOS from Nowhere

De Bailhache, Fresca, Mrs. Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear
In fractured atoms.

Eliot

I realized the piano had deserted Erich and I cranked my head up and saw Beau, Maud and Sid streaking for the control divan. The Major Maintainer was blinking emergency-green and fast, but the code was plain enough for even me to recognize the Spider distress call and for a second I felt just sick. Then Erich blew out his reserve breath in the middle of ā€œDoorā€ and I gave myself another of those helpful mental boots at the base of the spine and we hurried after them toward the center of the Place along with Mark.

The blinks faded as we got there and Sid told us not to move because we were making shadows. He glued an eye to the telltale and we held still as statues as he caressed the dials like he was making love.

One sensitive hand flicked out past the Introversion switch over to the Minor Maintainer and right away the Place was dark as your soul and there was nothing for me but Erichā€™s arm and the knowledge that Sid was nursing a green light I couldnā€™t even see, although my eyes had plenty time to accommodate.

Then the green light finally came back very slowly and I could see the dear reliable old faceā ā€”the green-gold beard making him look like a mermanā ā€”and then the telltale flared bright and Sid flicked on the Place lights and I leaned back.

ā€œThat nails them, lads, whoever and whenever they may be. Get ready for a pickup.ā€

Beau, who was closest of course, looked at him sharply. Sid shrugged uneasily. ā€œMeseemed at first it was from our own globe a thousand years before our Lord, but that indication flickered and faded like witchfire. As it is, the call comes from something smaller than the Place and certes adrift from the cosmos. Meseemed too at one point I knew the fist of the callerā ā€”an antipodean atomicist named Benson-Carterā ā€”but that likewise changed.ā€

Beau said, ā€œWeā€™re not in the right phase of the cosmos-Places rhythm for a pickup, are we, sir?ā€

Sid answered, ā€œOrdinarily not, boy.ā€

Beau continued, ā€œI didnā€™t

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