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Bish rose from his desk and came to meet me, shaking my hand. He looked and was dressed like the old Bish Ware I’d always known.

“Glad you dropped in, Walt. Find a seat. How are things on the Times?”

“You ought to know. You’re making things busy for us.”

“Yes. There’s so much to do, and so little time to do it. Seems as though I’ve heard somebody say that before.”

“Are you going back to Terra on the Simón Bolivar?”

“Oh, Allah forbid! I made a trip on a destroyer, once, and once is enough for a lifetime. I won’t even be able to go on the Cape Canaveral; I’ll take the PeenemĂŒnde when she gets in. I’m glad MacBride⁠—Dr. Watson⁠—is going to stop off. He’ll be a big help. Don’t know what I’d have done without Ranjit Singh.”

“That won’t be till after the Cape Canaveral gets back from Terra.”

“No. That’s why I’m waiting. Don’t publish this, Walt, I don’t want to start any premature rumors that might end in disappointments, but I’ve recommended immediate reclassification to Class III, and there may be a Colonial Office man on the Cape Canaveral when she gets in. Resident-Agent, permanent. I hope so; he’ll need a little breaking in.”

“I saw Tom Kivelson this morning,” I said. “He seems to be getting along pretty well.”

“Didn’t anybody at the hospital tell you about him?” Bish asked.

I shook my head. He cursed all hospital staffs.

“I wish military security was half as good. Why, Tom’s permanently injured. He won’t be crippled, or anything like that, but there was considerable unrepairable damage to his back muscles. He’ll be able to get around, but I doubt it he’ll ever be able to work on a hunter-ship again.”

I was really horrified. Monster-hunting was Tom’s whole life. I said something like that.

“He’ll just have to make a new life for himself. Joe says he’s going to send him to school on Terra. He thinks that was his own idea, but I suggested it to him.”

“Dad wants me to go to school on Terra.”

“Well, that’s a fine idea. Tom’s going on the PeenemĂŒnde, along with me. Why don’t you come with us?”

“That would be great, Bish. I’d like it. But I just can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Well, they want Dad to be mayor, and if he runs, they’ll all vote for him. He can’t handle this and the paper both alone.”

“He can get help on both jobs.”

“Yes, but⁠ ⁠
 Why, it would be years till I got back. I can’t sacrifice the time. Not now.”

“I’d say six years. You can spend your voyage time from here cramming for entrance qualifications. Schools don’t bother about academic credits any more; they’re only interested in how much you know. You take four years’ regular college, and a year postgrading, and you’ll have all the formal education you’ll need.”

“But, Bish, I can get that here, at the Library,” I said. “We have every book on film that’s been published since the Year Zero.”

“Yes. And you’d die of old age before you got a quarter through the first film bank, and you still wouldn’t have an education. Do you know which books to study, and which ones not to bother with? Or which ones to read first, so that what you read in the others will be comprehensible to you? That’s what they’ll give you on Terra. The tools, which you don’t have now, for educating yourself.”

I thought that over. It made sense. I’d had a lot of the very sort of trouble he’d spoken of, trying to get information for myself in proper order, and I’d read a lot of books that duplicated other books I’d read, and books I had trouble understanding because I hadn’t read some other book first. Bish had something there. I was sure he had. But six years!

I said that aloud, and added: “I can’t take the time. I have to be doing things.”

“You’ll do things. You’ll do them a lot better for waiting those six years. You aren’t eighteen yet. Six years is a whole third of your past life. No wonder it seems long to you. But you’re thinking the wrong way; you’re relating those six years to what has passed. Relate them to what’s ahead of you, and see how little time they are. You take ordinary care of yourself and keep out of any more civil wars, and you have sixty more years, at least. Your six years at school are only one-tenth of that. I was fifty when I came here to this Creator’s blunder of a planet. Say I had only twenty more years; I spent a quarter of them playing town drunk here. I’m the one who ought to be in a rush and howling about lost time, not you. I ought to be in such a hurry I’d take the Simón Bolivar to Terra and let this place go to⁠—to anywhere you might imagine to be worse.”

“You know, I don’t think you like Fenris.”

“I don’t. If I were a drinking man, this planet would have made a drunkard of me. Now, you forget about these six years chopped out of your busy life. When you get back here, with an education, you’ll be a kid of twenty-four, with a big long life ahead of you and your mind stocked with things you don’t have now that will help you make something⁠—and more important, something enjoyable⁠—out of it.”

There was a huge crowd at the spaceport to see us off, Tom and Bish Ware and me. Mostly, it was for Bish. If I don’t find a monument to him when I get back, I’ll know there is no such thing as gratitude. There had been a big banquet for us the evening before, and I think Bish actually got a little tipsy. Nobody can be sure, though; it might have been just the old actor back in his role. Now they were all crowding around us, as many as could jam in, in the

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