diagnose the trouble, but also to delight in breathing deeply of sun-warmed metal and to taste the oily fragrance of cup grease and dust. Mark and Jemmy were perched on the patio wall, immersed in some point from Mark's book. Lala was wrapped up in the wonder of Alicia's tiny, flailing fist, that if intercepted, would curl so tightly around a finger or thumb. Meris smiled at Valancy and shifted the burden of 'Licia to her other arm. 'I think I'd better park this bundle some where. She's gained ten pounds in the last five minutes so I think that a nap is indicated.' With the help of Valancy, Karen, and Bethie, Meris gathered up various odds and ends of equipment and carried the already sleeping 'Licia into the house. Later, in the patio, the women gathered again, Lala a warm weight in Valancy's lap. 'Now,' said Meris, comfortably. 'Now's the time to erase a few of my question marks. What is the Home? Where is the Home? Why is the New Home?' 'Not so fast-not so fast!' laughed Valancy. 'This is Bethie's little red wagon. Let her drag it!' 'Oh, but-I' Bethie blushed and shook her head. 'Why mine? I'd rather-' 'But you have been wanting to Assemble for Shadow, anyway, so that she'd have a verbalized memory of the Crossing. It's closer through your line.' Her smile softened as she turned to Meris. 'My parents were in the Crossing, but they were Called during the landing. Bethie's mother was in the Crossing and survived. Karen's grandparents did, too, but that's a step farther back. And, Bethie, haven't you already-' 'Yes,' said Bethie softly, 'from the Home to the beginning of the Crossing. Oh, how strange! How strange and wonderful! Oh, Valancy! To have lost the Home!' 'Now you're question-marking my eyes,' laughed Valancy. 'I've never gone by chapter and verse through that life myself. Jemmy-Mark-we're ready!' 'It'll be better, subvocal,' said Bethie shyly. 'Karen, you could touch Meris's hand so she can see, too. And Jemmy, you and Mark.' The group settled comfortably. 'I went back through my mother's remembrances,' Bethie's soft voice came through a comfortable dimming and fading of the patio. 'Her grandmother before her verbalized a great deal. It was a big help. We can take it from her. We will begin on one happy morning-' DELUGE … and bare up the ark, and it was lift up above the earth. GEN. 7:17 'The children are up already, Eva-lee?' asked David, lounging back in his chair after his first long, satisfying swallow from his morning cup. 'Foolish question, David, on Gathering Day,' I laughed. 'They've been up since before it was light. Have you forgotten how you used to feel?' 'Of course not.' My son cradled his cup in his two hands to warm it and watched idly until steam plumed up fragrantly. 'I just forgot-oh, momentarily, I assure you-that it was Gathering Day. So far it hasn't felt much like failova weather.' 'No, it hasn't, I answered, puckering my forehead thoughtfully. 'It has felt-odd-this year. The green isn't as-Oh, good morning, 'Chell,' to my daughter-of-love, 'I suppose the little imps waked you first thing?' 'At least half an hour before that,' yawned 'Chell. 'I suppose I used to do it myself. But just wait-they'll have their yawning time when they're parents.' 'Mother! Mother! Father! Gramma!' The door slapped open and the children avalanched in, all talking shrilly at once until David waved his cup at them and lifted one eyebrow. 'Chell laughed at the sudden silence. 'That's better,' she said. 'What's all the uproar?' The children looked at one another and the five-year-old Eve was nudged to the fore, but, as usual, David started talking. 'We were out gathering panthus leaves to make our Gathering baskets, and all at once-' He paused and nudged Eve again. 'You tell, Eve. After all, it's you-' 'Oh, no!' cried 'Chell, 'not my last baby! Not already!' 'Look,' said Eve solemnly. 'Look at me.' She stood tiptoe and wavered a little, her arms out stretched for balance, and then she lifted slowly and carefully up into her mother's arms. We all laughed and applauded and even 'Chell, after blotting her surprised tears on Eve's dark curls, laughed with us. 'Bless-a-baby!' she said, hugging her tight. 'Lifting all alone already-and on Gathering Day, too! It's not everyone who can have Gathering Day for her Happy Day!' Then she sobered and pressed the solemn ceremonial kiss on each cheek. 'Lift in delight all your life, Eve!' she said. Eve matched her parents' solemnity as her father softly completed the ritual. 'By the Presence and the Name and the Power, lift to good and the Glory until your Calling.' And we all joined in making the Sign. 'I speak for her next,' I said, holding out my arms. 'Think you can lift to Gramma, Eve?' 'Well …' Eve considered the gap between her and me-the chair, the breakfast table-all the obstacles before my waiting arms. And then she smiled. 'Look at me,' she said. 'Here I come, Gramma.' She lifted carefully above the table, overarching so high that the crisp girl-frill around the waist of her close- fitting briefs brushed the ceiling. Then she was safe in my arms. 'That's better than I did,' called Simon through the laughter that followed. 'I landed right in the flahmen jam!' 'So you did, son,' laughed David, ruffling Simon's coppery-red hair. 'A full dish of it.' 'Now that that's taken care of, let's get organized. Are you all Gathering together?' 'No.' Lytha, our teener, flushed faintly. 'I-we-our party will be mostly-well-' She paused and checked her blush, shaking her dark hair back from her face. 'Timmy and I are going with Beckie and Andy. We're going to the Mountain.' 'Well!' David's brow lifted in mock consternation. 'Mother, did you know our daughter was two-ing?' 'Not really, Father!' cried Lytha hastily, unable to resist the bait though she knew he was teasing. 'Four-ing, it is, really.' 'Adonday veeah!' he sighed in gigantic relief. 'Only half the worry it might be!' He smiled at her. 'Enjoy,' he said, 'but it ages me so much so fast that a daughter of mine is two-oh, pardon, four-ing already.' 'The rest of us are going together,' said Davie. 'We're going to the Tangle-meadows. The failova were thick there last year. Bet we three get more than Lytha and her two-Jug foursome! They'll be looking mostly for flahmen anyway!' with the enormous scorn of the almost-teen for the activities of the teens. 'Could be,' said David. 'But after all, your sole purpose this Gathering Day is merely to Gather.' 'I notice you don't turn up your nose at the flahmen after they're made into jam,' said Lytha. 'And you just wait, smarty, until the time comes-and it will,' her cheeks pinked up a little, 'when you find yourself wanting to share a flahmen with some gaggly giggle of a girl!' 'Flahman!' muttered Davie. 'Girls!'' 'They're both mighty sweet, Son,' laughed David. 'You wait and see.' Ten minutes later, 'Chell and David and I stood at the window watching the children leave. Lytha, after nervously putting on and taking off, arranging and rearranging her Gathering Day garlands at least a dozen times, was swept up by a giggling group that zoomed in a trio and went out a quartet and disappeared in long, low lifts across the pasture-land toward the heavily wooded Mountain. Davie tried to gather Eve up as in the past, but she stubbornly refused to be trailed, and kept insisting, 'I can lift now! Let me do it. I'm big!' Davie rolled exasperated eyes and then grinned and the three started off for Tangle-meadows in short hopping little lifts, with Eve always just beginning to lift as they landed or just landing as they lifted, her small Gathering basket bobbing along with her. Before they disappeared, however, she was trailing from Davie's free hand and the lifts were smoothing out long and longer. My thoughts went with them as I remembered the years I had Gathered the lovely luminous flowers that popped into existence in a single night, leafless, almost stemless, as though formed like dew, or falling like concentrated moonlight. No one knows now how the custom of loves sharing
