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must have been a real big or emergency-like operation to have the Spiders using those two for it, with two billion years between themā ā€”a time-difference that gives you a feeling of awe for a second, you know.

I started to ask Illy about it, but just then Beau came scampering back from the bar with a big red-and-black earthenware goblet of wineā ā€”we try to keep a variety of drinking tools in stock so folks will feel more at home. Kaby grabbed it from him and drained most of it in one swallow and then smashed it on the floor. She does things like that, though Sidā€™s tried to teach her better. Then she stared at what she was thinking about until the whites showed all around her eyes and her lips pulled way back from her teeth and she looked a lot less human than the two E.T.s, just like a fury. Only a time traveler knows how like the wild murals and engravings of them some of the ancients can look.

My hair stood up at the screech she let out. She smashed a fist into the divan and cried, ā€œGoddess! Must I see Crete destroyed, revived, and now destroyed again? It is too much for your servant.ā€

Personally, I thought she could stand anything.

There was a rush of questions at what she said about Creteā ā€”I asked one of them, for the news certainly frightened meā ā€”but she shot up her arm straight for silence and took a deep breath and began.

ā€œIn the balance hung the battle. Rowing like black centipedes, the Dorian hulls bore down on our outnumbered ships. On the bright beach, masked by rocks, Sevensee and I stood by the needle gun, ready to give the black hulls silent wounds. Beside us was Ilhilihis, suited as a sea monster. But thenā ā€Šā ā€¦ thenā ā€Šā ā€¦ā€

Then I saw she wasnā€™t altogether the iron babe, for her voice broke and she started to shake and to sob rackingly, although her face was still a mask of rage, and she threw up the wine. Sid stepped in and made her stop, which I think heā€™d been wanting to do all along.

V Sid Insists on Ghostgirls

Whenever I take up a newspaper and read it, I fancy I see ghosts creeping between the lines. There must be ghosts all over the world. They must be as countless as the grains of the sands, it seems to me.

Ibsen

My Elizabethan boy friend put his fists on his hips and laid down the law to us as if we were a lot of nervous children whoā€™d been playing too hard.

ā€œLook you, masters, this is a Recuperation Station and I am running it as such. A plague of all operations! I care not if the frame of things disjoints and the whole Change World goes to ruin, but you, warrior maid, are going to rest and drink more wine slowly before you tell your tale and your colleagues are going to be properly companioned. No questions, anyone. Beau, and you love us, give us a lively tune.ā€

Kaby relaxed a little and let him put his hand carefully against her back in token of support and she said grudgingly, ā€œAll right, Fat Belly.ā€

Then, so help me, to the tune of the Muskrat Ramble, which Iā€™d taught Beau, we got girls for those two E.T.s and everybody properly paired up.

Right here I want to point out that a lot of the things they say in the Change World about Recuperation Stations simply arenā€™t soā ā€”and anyway they always leave out nine-tenths of it. The Soldiers that come through the Door are looking for a good time, sure, but theyā€™re hurt real bad too, every one of them, deep down in their minds and hearts, if not always in their bodies or so you can see it right away.

Believe me, a temporal operation is no joke, and to start with, there isnā€™t one person in a hundred who can endure to be cut from his lifeline and become a really wide-awake Doublegangerā ā€”a Demon, that isā ā€”let alone a Soldier. What does a badly hurt and mixed-up creature need whoā€™s been fighting hard? One individual to look out for him and feel for him and patch him up, and it helps if the one is of the opposite sexā ā€”thatā€™s something that goes beyond species.

Thereā€™s your basis for the Place and the wild way it goes about its work, and also for most other Recuperation Stations or Entertainment Spots. The name Entertainer can be misleading, but I like it. Sheā€™s got to be a lot more than a good party girlā ā€”or boyā ā€”though sheā€™s got to be that too. Sheā€™s got to be a nurse and a psychologist and an actress and a mother and a practical ethnologist and a lot of things with longer namesā ā€”and a reliable friend.

None of us are all those things perfectly or even near it. We just try. But when the call comes, Entertainers have to forget grudges and gripes and envies and jealousiesā ā€”and remember, theyā€™re lively people with sharp emotionsā ā€”because there isnā€™t any time then for anything but help and donā€™t ask who!

And, deep inside her, a good Entertainer doesnā€™t care who. Take the way it shaped up this time. It was pretty clear to me I ought to shift to Illy, although I wasnā€™t quite easy in my mind about leaving Erich, because the Lunan was a long time from home and, after all, Erich was among anthropoids. Ilhilihis needed someone who was simpatico.

I like Illy and not just because he is a sort of tall cross between a spider monkey and a persian catā ā€”though that is a handsome combo when you come to think of it. I like him for himself. So when he came in all lopped and shaky after a mean operation, I was the right person to look out for him. Now Iā€™ve made my little speech and know-nothings in the Change World can go on making their

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