pretend that someday we'll come back. We can never dream again, never hope again!' She hid her face in her hands. 'I'll manage somehow. I'd rather go away, hoping, than run the risk of being rejected by them.' 'Not me,' I said, starting the motor. 'We have as much chance of a welcome as we do of being kicked out. And if they can help you-say, what's the matter with you today? I'm supposed to be the doubting one, remember? You're the mustard seed of this outfit!' I grinned at her, but my heart sank at the drawn white misery of her face. She almost managed a smile. The trail led steadily downward, lapping back on itself as it worked back and forth along the canyon wall, sometimes steep, sometimes almost level. The farther we went the more rested I felt, as though I were shutting doors behind or opening them before me. Then came one of the casual miracles of mountain country. The clouds suddenly opened and the late sun broke through. There, almost frighteningly, a huge mountain pushed out of the featureless gray distance. In the flooding light the towering slopes seemed to move, stepping closer to us as we watched. The rain still fell, but now in glittering silver-beaded curtains; and one vivid end of a rainbow splashed color recklessly over trees and rocks and a corner of the sky. I didn't watch the road. I watched the splendor and glory spread out around us. So when, at Bethie's scream, I snatched back to my driving all I took down into the roaring splintering darkness was the thought of Bethie and the sight of the other car, slanting down from the bobbing top branches of a tree, seconds before it plowed into us broadside, a yard above the road. I thought I was dead. I was afraid to open my eyes because I could feel the rain making little puddles over my closed lids. And then I breathed. I was alive, all right. A knife jabbed itself up and down the left side of my chest and twisted itself viciously with each reluctant breath I drew. Then I heard a voice. 'Thank the Power they aren't hurt too badly. But, oh, Valancy! What will Father say?' The voice was young and scared. 'You've known him longer than I have,' another girl-voice answered. 'You should have some idea.' 'I never had a wreck before, not even when I was driving instead of lifting.' 'I have a hunch that you'll be grounded for quite a spell,' the second voice replied. ''But that isn't what's worrying me, Karen. Why didn't we know they were coming? We always can sense Outsiders. We should have known-' 'Q. E. D. then,' said the Karen-voice. ''Q. E. D.'?' 'Yes. If we didn't sense them, then they're not Outsiders-' There was the sound of a caught breath and then, 'Oh, what I said, Valancy! You don't suppose!' I felt a movement close to me and heard the soft sound of breathing. 'Can it really be two more of us? Oh, Valancy, they must be second generation-they're about our age. How did they find us? Which of our Lost Ones were their parents?' Valancy sounded amused. 'Those are questions they're certainly in no condition to answer right now, Karen. We'd better figure out what to do. Look, the girl is coming to.' I was snapped out of my detached eavesdropping by a moan beside me. I started to sit up. 'Bethie-' I began, and all the knives twisted through my lungs. Bethie's scream followed my gasp. My eyes were open now, but good, and my leg was an agonized burning ache down at the far end of my consciousness. I gritted my teeth but Bethie moaned again. 'Help her, help her!' I pleaded to the two fuzzy figures leaning over us as I tried to hold my breath to stop the jabbing. 'But she's hardly hurt,' Karen cried. 'A bump on her head. Some cuts.' With an effort I focused on a luminous clear face-Valancy's-whose deep eyes bent close above me. I licked the rain from my lips and blurted foolishly, 'You're not even wet in all this rain!' A look of consternation swept over her face. There was a pause as she looked at me intently and then said, 'Their shields aren't activated, Karen. We'd better extend ours.' 'Okay, Valancy.' And the annoying sibilant wetness of the rain stopped. 'How's the girl?' 'It must be shock or maybe internal-' I started to turn to see, but Bethie's sobbing cry pushed me flat again. 'Help her,' I gasped, grabbing wildly in my memory for Mother's words. 'She's a-a Sensitive!' 'A Sensitive?' The two exchanged looks. 'Then why doesn't she-?' Valancy started to say something, then turned swiftly. I crooked my arm over my eyes as I listened. 'Honey-Bethie-hear me!' The voice was warm but authoritative. 'I'm going to help you. I'll show you how, Bethie.' There was a silence. A warm hand clasped mine and Karen squatted close beside me. 'She's sorting her,' she whispered. 'Going into her mind. To teach her control. It's so simple. How could it happen that she doesn't know-?' I heard a soft wondering 'Oh!' from Bethie, followed by a breathless 'Oh, thank you, Valancy, thank you!' I heaved myself up onto my elbow, fire streaking me from head to foot, and peered over at Bethie. She was looking at me, and her quiet face was happier than smiles could ever make it. We stared for the space of two relieved tears, then she said softly, 'Tell them now, Peter. We can't go any farther until you tell them.' I lay back again, blinking at the sky where the scattered raindrops were still falling, though none of them reached us. Karen's hand was warm on mine and I felt a shiver of reluctance. If they sent us away . . . ! But then they couldn't take back what they had given to Bethie, even if-I shut my eyes and blurted it out as bluntly as possible. 'We aren't of the People-not entirely. Father was not of the People. We're half-breeds.' There was a startled silence. 'You mean your mother married an Outsider?' Valancy's voice was filled with astonishment. 'That you and Bethie are-?' 'Yes she did and yes we are!' I retorted. 'And Dad was the best-' My belligerence ran thinly out across the sharp edge of my pain. 'They're both dead now. Mother sent us to you.' 'But Bethie is a Sensitive-' Valancy's voice was thoughtful 'Yes, and I can fly and make things travel in the air and I've even made fire. But Dad-' I hid my face and let it twist with the increasing agony. 'Then we can!' I couldn't read the emotion in Valancy's voice. 'Then the People and Outsiders-but it's unbelievable that you-' Her voice died. In the silence that followed, Bethie's voice came fearful and tremulous, 'Are you going to send us away?' My heart twisted to the ache in her voice. 'Send you away! Oh, my people, my people! Of course not! As if there were any question.' Valancy's arm went tightly around Bethie, and Karen's hand closed warmly on mine. The tension that had been a hard twisted knot inside me dissolved, and Bethie and I were home. Then Valancy became very brisk. 'Bethie, what's wrong with Peter?' Bethie was astonished. 'How did you know his name?' Then she smiled. 'Of course. When you were sorting me!' She touched me lightly along my sides, along my legs. 'Four of his ribs are hurt. His left leg is broken. That's about all. Shall I control him?' 'Yes,' Valancy said. 'I'll help.' And the pain was gone, put to sleep under the persuasive warmth that came to me as Bethie and Valancy came softly into my mind. 'Good,' Valancy said. 'We're pleased to welcome a Sensitive. Karen and I know a little of their function because we are Sorters. But we have no full-fledged Sensitive in our Group now.' She turned to me. 'You said you know the inanimate lift?' 'I don't know,' I said. 'I don't know the words for lots of things.' 'You'll have to relax completely. We don't usually use it on people. But if you let go all over we can manage.'
