'Only two days away all this time!' 'It might not be your Lytha,' I warned. 'It could be one of us. I've heard some of the wildest names! Pioneering seems to addle people's naming sense.' 'I'll call,' said Timmy, his face rapt. 'I'll call and when she answers-!' 'If she hears you,' I said, knowing his calling wouldn't be aloud and would take little notice of the distance to Margin. 'Maybe she thinks everyone is dead like you did. Maybe she won't think of listening.' 'She will think often of the Home,' said Timmy firmly, 'and when she does, she will hear me. I will start now.' And he threaded his way expertly through the walnuts and willows by the pond. I looked after him and sighed. I wanted him happy and if it was his Lytha, I wanted them together again. But, if he called and called again and got no answer I slid to a seat on a rock by the pond, thinking again of the little lake we were planning where we would have fish and maybe a boat-I dabbled my hand in the cold water and thought, this was dust before Timmy came. He was stubborn enough to make the stream break through. 'If Timmy calls,' I told a little bird balancing suddenly on a twig, bobbing over the water, 'someone will answer!' Meris leaned back with a sigh. 'Well!' she said, 'thank goodness! I never would have rested easy again if I hadn't found out! But after Timmy found The People, surely his eyes-' 'Never satisfied,' said Mark. 'The more you hear the more you want to hear-' 'I've never Assembled much beyond that,' said Bethie. Then she held up a cautioning hand. 'Wait-'Oh,' she said, listening. 'Oh dear! Of course.' She stood up, her face a pale blur in the darkness of the patio. 'That was Debbie. She's on her way here. She says Dr. Curtis needs me back at the Group. Valancy sent her because she's the one who came back from the New Home and 'Peopled all over the place,' as she says. I have to leave immediately. There isn't time for a car. Luckily it's dark enough now. Debbie has her part all Assembled already so she can-' 'I wish you didn't have to leave so soon,' said Meris, following her inside and helping her scramble her few belongings into her small case. 'There is so much-There's always so much-You'll enjoy Debbie's story.' Bethie was drifting steplessly out the door. 'And there are others-' She was a quickening shadow rising above the patio and her whispered 'Good-by,' came softly down through the overarching tree branches. 'Hi!' The laughing voice startled them around from their abstraction. 'Unless I've lost my interpretive ability, that's an awfully wet, hungry cry coming from in there!' 'Oh, 'Licia, honey!' Meris fled indoors, crooning abject apologies as she went. 'Well, hi, to you, then.' The woman stepped out of the shadows and offered a hand to Mark. 'I'm Debbie. Sorry to snatch Bethie away, but Dr. Curtis had to have her stat. She's our best Sensitive and he has a puzzlesome emergency to diagnose. She's his court of last resort!' 'Dr. Curtis?' Mark returned her warm firm clasp. 'That must be the doctor Johannan was trying to find to lead him to the Group.' 'Is so,' said Debbie. 'Our Inside-Outsider. He's a fixture with us now. Not that he stays with the Group, but he functions as One of Us.' 'Come on in,' said Mark, holding the kitchen door open. 'Come in and have some coffee.' 'Thank you kindly,' laughed Debbie. 'It's right sightly of you to ask a stranger to 'light and set a spell.' No,' she smiled at Mark's questioning eyes. 'That's not the way they talk on the New Home. It's only a slight lingual hangover from the first days of my Return. That's the Assembly Valancy sent me to tell you.' She sat at the kitchen table and Mark gathered up his battered, discolored coffee mug and Meris's handleless one and a brightly company-neat cup for Debbie. There wasn't much left of the coffee but by squeezing hard enough, he achieved three rather scanty portions. After the flurry of building more coffee and Meris's return with a solemnly blinking 'Licia to be exclaimed over and inspected and loved and fed and adored and bedded again, they decided to postpone Debbie's installment until after their own supper. 'This Assembling business is getting to be as much an addiction as watching TV,' said Mark, mending the fire in the fireplace. 'Well, there's addiction and addiction,' said Meris as Mark returned to the couch to sit on the other side of Debbie. 'I prefer this one. This is for real-hard as it is to believe.' 'For real,' mused Debbie, clasping their hands. 'I could hardly believe it was for real then, either. Here is how I felt-' RETURN I was afraid. When the swelling bulk of the Earth blotted our ports, I was afraid for the first time. Fear was a sudden throb in my throat and, almost as an echo, a sudden throb from Child Within reminded me why it was that Earth was swelling in our ports after such a final good-by. Drawn by my mood, Thann joined me as the slow turning of our craft slid the Earth out of sight. 'Apprehensive?' he asked, his arm firm across my shoulders. 'A little.' I leaned against him. 'This business of trying to go back again is a little disquieting. You can't just slip back into the old mold. Either it's changed or you've changed-or both. I realize that.' 'Well, the best we can do is give it the old college try,' he said. 'And all for Child Within. I hope he appreciates it.' 'Or she.' I glanced down at my unfamiliar proportions. 'As the case may be. But you do understand, don't you?' Need for reassurance lifted my voice a little. 'Thann, we just had to come back. I just couldn't bear the thought of Child Within being born in that strange-tidy-' My voice trailed off and I leaned more heavily, sniffing. 'Listen, Debbie-my-dear!' Thann shook me gently and hugged me roughly. 'I know, I know! While I don't share your aching necessity for Earth, I agreed, didn't I? Didn't I sweat blood in that darn Motiver school, learning to manipulate this craft? Aren't we almost there?' 'Almost there! Oh, Thann! Oh, Thann!' Our craft had completed another of its small revolutions, and Earth marched determinedly across the port again. I pressed myself against the pane, wanting to reach-to gather in the featureless mists, the blurred beauties of the world, and hold them so close-so close that even Child Within would move to their wonder. I'm a poor hand at telling time. I couldn't tell you even to within a year how long ago it was that Shua lifted the Ship from the flat at Cougar Canyon and started the trip from Earth to The Home. I remembered how excited I was. Even my ponytail had trembled as the great adventure began. Thann swears he was standing so close to me at Takeoff that the ponytail tickled his nose. But I don't remember him. I don't even remember seeing him at all during the long trip when the excitement of being evacuated from Earth dulled to the routine of travel and later became resurrected as anxiety about what The Home would be like. I don't remember him at all until that desolate day on The Home when I stood at the end of the so-precise little lane that wound so consciously lovely from the efficient highway. I was counting, through the blur of my tears, the precisely twenty-six trees interspersed at suitable intervals by seven clumps of underbrush. He just happened to be passing at the moment end I looked up at him and choked, 'Not even a weed! Not one!' Astonished, he folded his legs and hovered a little above eye level. 'What good's a weed?' 'At least it shows individuality!' I shut my eyes, not caring that by so doing the poised tears consolidated and fell 'I'm so sick of perfection!' 'Perfection?' He lifted a little higher above me, his eyes on some far sight. 'I certainly wouldn't call The Home perfect yet. From here I can see the North Reach. We've only begun to nibble at that. The preliminary soil crew is just starting analysis.' He dropped down beside me. 'We can't waste time and space on weeds. It'll take long enough to make the whole of The Home habitable without using energy on nonessentials.' 'They'll find out!' I stubbornly proclaimed. 'Someday they'll find out that weeds are essentials. Man wasn't made for such-such neatness. He has to have unimportant clutter to relax in!' 'Why haven't you presented these fundamental doctrines to the Old Ones?' He laughed at me. 'Have I not!' I retorted. 'Well, maybe not to the Old Ones, but I've already expressed myself, and further more, Mr.-Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Debbie-' 'I'm Thannel,' he grinned. '-Thannel, I'll have you know other wiser heads than mine have come to the same conclusion. Maybe not in my words, but they mean the same thing. This artificiality-this-this-The People aren't meant to live divorced from the-the-' I spread my hands. 'Soil, I guess you could say. They lose something when everything gets-gets paved.' 'Oh, I think we'll manage,' he smiled. 'Memory can sustain.' 'Memory? Oh, Thann, remember the tangle of blackberry vines in back of Kroginold's house? How we used to burrow under the scratchy, cool, green twilight in under these vines and hunt for berries-cool ones from the
