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entire village — and in memory of the third child we betrayed. Let this boy tell his story!'

'I—' Philip Twinings began to say.

But there were others streaming up toward the stage now, chanting, 'Let him speak! Let him speak!' Luke thought he recognized Ricky and Don and a few others who had been in the truck with him when he'd ridden to the celebration of the Population Police's overthrow the first night. One of the women chanting reminded him of the old woman in Chiutza who'd told him, 'I have a choice.' But the others were strangers, people he could have sworn he'd never seen before in his life.

Luke had no idea what percentage of the crowd was standing at the front, chanting in his support. He had no idea what the ratio was between the chanters and the ones who stood stony-faced and angry behind them. He couldn't calculate the probability that he could win over anyone else.

But he thought he had a chance.

Philip Twinings was holding up his hand, trying to regain control of the crowd.

'This is indeed irregular,' he murmured, when he once again had everyone's attention. 'I wanted this to go in an orderly fashion, to encourage openness and people speaking without fear. But—' He glanced toward the table where the three members of the screening committee were all glaring at him. 'I fear the rules of orderliness became too restrictive. I was tricked once before, when we first faced the famines and droughts, when the government began to control my news station's coverage — to prevent panic, they said…' He seemed to get lost temporarily in his memories of the past. Then he shook his head, his old eyes clearing.

'We will let the young man speak,' he said.

Luke stepped forward to the edge of the stage. The waiting crowd was still terrifying to look at, and his mouth went dry.

'I'm just a kid,' he said, trying to make excuses for himself, to explain why he wasn't going to do a very good job, why he wasn't the best person to be standing there defending the cause of third children. But then he saw how some of the people in the crowd looked more thoughtful when he said that.

'Really,' he went on, 'I'm not any different from any other kid. I like football and baseball and just about any kind of game. I don't like sitting still, indoors. Third children aren't beasts or monsters or devils. We're just. . born third.'

Talking wasn't so bad as long as Luke kept going. He felt the crowd's eyes boring into him only when he paused to take a breath, to get his thoughts together. He gulped and forced himself to continue.

'When I was born, my parents thought I was a miracle, a special blessing. A gift. But from the very beginning they had to hide me. They thought the Population Law would eventually be repealed. They never dreamed that I'd never be able to come out of hiding without a fake I.D….'

To explain his fake I.D., Luke had to tell about Jen and her rally, about how he'd been in agony wondering what had happened to her. He told about meeting Jen's father and going to Hendricks School, and how bewildered he'd felt there, how dangerous the school had been. He told how the Grant family had wanted to use him, and how that was when he met Oscar.

At first, Luke was careful not to say anything that would get anybody else in trouble. He didn't tell his parents' names; he was careful to refer to Mr. Talbot only as 'Jen's dad.' Mr. and Mrs. Grant were dead now, and Smits Grant was living under a different identity, so it didn't matter what he said about them. But when he got to talking about Oscar, he hesitated.

Oscar is acting like he's going to he our country's next leader, Luke thought. People ought to know what they're getting.

'And Smits's bodyguard was Oscar Wydell,' Luke said.

The whole crowd seemed to gasp. Too late, Luke thought that it might be dangerous to mention Oscar. Maybe his name would be the cue for Luke to be yanked off the stage. Philip moved over closer to Luke, but he just stood there protectively, and muttered, 'Go on.'

Luke tried to be fair talking about Oscar. He said that Oscar had protected him, some of the time. He said that Oscar had thought Luke was too timid and cowardly. But he also said that Oscar had manipulated people; Oscar hadn't cared who got hurt as long as he came out ahead.

'You're a brave young man,' Philip murmured beside Luke. 'You're the first person who's been willing to pro-vide us any insight into this mysterious man.'

Luke winced at that, but he couldn't stop talking now.

He told about his friends Trey and Nina and Matthias, and what their lives had been like in hiding. He told how he'd been kept in a holding camp when the Population Police took over the entire government, and how Trey and Mark had managed to rescue him. He told how he and his friends had decided to join the Population Police, to sabo^ tage it from inside.

'So yes, we were fighting the Population Police. But we weren't doing that just to be selfish, to hurt everyone else. We tried to give food away. We wanted everyone to be free,' he said. He hesitated. 'It's hard to know how everything fits together. Maybe we were even working with Oscar Wydell some of the time. Maybe we were on the same side.'

Some in the crowd mumbled angrily at that Luke swallowed hard, momentarily lost. I'm wrong, he thought. Oscar wasn't involved in our plans. He wouldn't have been willing to do the little jobs, take the small steps toward freedom. Oscar just came forward to take the credit when none of us did. When I was scared and wanted to hide again. .

The crowd's murmurings grew louder. The rising tide of sound threatened to overwhelm Luke.

Philip Twinings put his hand on Luke's arm.

'Keep going,' he said softly in Luke's ear. 'What hap-pened next?'

Luke shook his head, to clear it.

'Chiutza,' he said.

And then he was able to talk about the woman who'd refused the Population Police orders, saying, 'I have a choice.' He told about how he'd run away rather than be forced to shoot her. He told about the fighting in Chiutza, and the fields and houses that the government had forced Eli and his friends to abandon. He started to tell how Eli had sent him away when the Population Police arrived, but Aileen interrupted him.

'No, no, that wasn't the Population Police coming back that night — that was all of us who'd been taken away by the Population Police. We'd gotten free and we were bringing food back to our village. Eli tried to send someone after you, to get you to come back,' Aileen said, 'but no one could find you.'

'Oh,' Luke said, blinking. He remembered how the wind had seemed to call, Lu-uke. Lu-uke, and how he'd thought it was a trick. 'I was so used to being in danger, to having to be scared. I never thought that it might be… safe… to come out of hiding.'

Something about the way he said that made the crowd laugh, but it was friendly laughter. He hoped.

'So,' Luke said, 'then I saw the news on TV in another village, and I came here. And everybody else was so happy, but I just couldn't be sure….'

He told about seeing the signs in the secret room, and overhearing the conversation between Oscar and Aldous Krakenaur.

'No! That's not true!' someone yelled from the crowd. 'Oscar Wydell is not a — a collaborator!'

'Shut up!' someone else yelled. 'Aren't the signs evidence enough?'

And then lots of people in the crowd began shouting at each other and arguing. Some of the security guards at the front started to reach for their guns, but then they glanced at the camera and shrugged, as if to say, It's not our problem what people say. Who can stop them?

Luke took a step back from the microphone. He shook his head dizzily, trying to understand what was happening. He'd lost the crowd's attention. But he couldn't tell if that was because most of them believed him or because most of them were on Oscar's side. He could do his trick of closing one eye and then the other, and the sides seemed to jump back and forth.

Oscar's side is winning. . no, mine. . no, Oscar's. .

'Ah, the lovely sounds of free speech,' Philip Twinings said beside him.

'They're just arguing,' Luke said, still dazed. 'The whole crowd is fighting.'

'Yes, but they're using words, not bullets,' Philip said. 'So much better than the stupefied silence of the past few hours. Or the past thirteen years.'

'You opposed the Population Police, then,' Luke said. 'Why didn't you say so? Why did you let all those