his search for the Group, and to celebrate the completion of Mark's manuscript. They had left it blockily beautiful on the desk, awaiting the triumphant moment when it would be wrapped and sent on its way and when Mark would suddenly have large quantifies of uncommitted time on his hands for the first time in years. 'What is it?' Johannan had asked. 'His book,' said Meris. 'A reference textbook for one of those frightening new fields that are in the process of developing. I can't even remember its name, let alone understand what it's about.' Mark laughed. 'I've explained a dozen times. I don't think she wants to remember. The book's to be used by a number of universities for their textbook in the field if, if it can be ready for next year's classes. If it can't be available in time, another one will be used and all the concentration of years.-' He was picking up Johannan's gesture. 'So complicated-' said Meris. 'Oh yes,' said Johannan. 'Earth's in the complication stage.' 'Complication stage?' asked Meris. 'Yes,' said Johannan. 'See that tree out there? Simplicity says-a tree. Then wonder sets in and you begin to analyze it-cells growth, structure, leaves, photosynthesis, roots, bark, rings-on and on until the tree is a mass of complications. Then, finally, with reservations not quite to be removed, you can put it back together again and sigh in simplicity once more-a tree. You're in the complication period in the world now.' 'Is true!' laughed Mark. 'Is true!' 'Just put the world back together again, someday,' said Meris, soberly. 'Amen,' said the two men. But now the book was at the cabin and they were in town for a day that was remarkable for its widely scattered, completely unorganized, confusion. It started off with Lala, in spite of her father's warning words, leaving the car through the open window, headlong, without waiting for the door to be opened. A half a block of pedestrians-five to be exact-rushed to congregate in expectation of blood and death, to be angered in their relief by Lala's laughter, which lit her eyes and bounced her dark curls. Johannan snatched her back into the car-forgetting to take hold of her in the process-and un-Englished at her severely, his brief gestures making clear what would happen to her if she disobeyed again. The hearing for the boys crinkled Meris's shoulders unpleasantly. Rick appeared with the minors in the course of the questioning and glanced at Mark the whole time, his eyes flicking hatefully back and forth across Mark's face. The gathered parents were an unhappy, uncomfortable bunch, each overreacting according to his own personal pattern and the boys either echoing or contradicting the reactions of their own parents. Meris wished herself out of the whole unhappy mess. Midway in the proceedings, the door was flung open and Johannan, who had left with a wiggly Lala as soon as his small part was over, gestured at Mark and Meris and un-Englished at them across the whole room. The two left, practically running, under the astonished eyes of the judge and, leaning against the securely closed outside door, looked at Johanann. After he understood their agitation and had apologized in the best way he could pluck from their thoughts, he said, 'I had a thought.' He shifted Lala, squirming, to his other arm. 'The-the doctor who came to look at my head-he-he-' He gulped and started again. 'All the doctors have ties to each other, don't they?' 'Why I guess so,' said Meris, rescuing Lala and untangling her brief skirts from under her armpits. 'There's a medical society-' 'That is too big,' said Johannan after a hesitation. 'I mean, Dr.-Dr.-Hilf would know other doctors in this part of the country?' His voice was a question. 'Sure he would,' said Mark. 'He's been around here since Territorial days. He knows everyone and his dog- including a lot of the summer people.' 'Well,' said Johannan, 'there is a doctor who knows my People. At least there was. Surely he must still be alive. He knows the Canyon. He could tell me.' 'Was he from around here?' asked Mark. 'I'm not sure where here is,' Johannan reminded, 'but a hundred miles or so one way or the other.' 'A hundred miles isn't much out here,' confirmed Meris. 'Lots of times you have to drive that far to get anywhere.' 'What was the doctor's name?' asked Mark, snatching for Lala as she shot up out of Meris's arms in pursuit of a helicopter that clacked overhead. He grasped one ankle and pulled her down. Grim-faced, Johannan took Lala from him. 'Excuse me,' he said, and, facing Lala squarely to him on one arm, he held her face still and looked at her firmly. In the brief silence that followed, Lala's mischievous smile faded and her face crumpled into sadness and then to tears. She flung herself upon her father, clasping him around his neck and wailing heartbrokenly, her face pushed hard against his shoulder. He un-Englished at her tenderly for a moment, then said, 'You see why it is necessary for Lala to come to her grandparents? They are Old Ones and know how to handle such precocity. For her own protection she should be among the People.' 'Well, cherub,' said Mark, retrieving her from Johannan, 'let's go salve your wounded feelings with an ice cream cone.' They sat at one of the tables in the back of one of the general stores and laughed at Lala's reaction to ice cream; then, with her securely involved with two straws and a glass full of crushed ice, they returned to the topic under discussion. 'The only way they ever referred to the doctor was just Doctor-' He was interrupted by the front door slapping open. Shelves rattled. A can of corn dropped from a pyramid and rolled across the floor. 'Dern fool summer people!' trumpeted Dr. Hilf. 'Sit around all year long at sea-level getting exercise with a knife and fork then come roaring up here and try to climb Devil's Slide eleven thousand feet up in one morning!' Then he saw the group at the table. 'Well! How'd the hearing go?' he roared, making his way rapidly and massively toward them as he spoke. The three exchanged looks of surprise, then Mark said, 'We weren't in at the verdict.' He started to get up. 'I'll phone-' 'Never mind,' boomed Dr. Hilf. 'Here comes Tad.' They made room at the table for Tad and Dr. Hill. 'We're on probation,' confessed Tad. 'I felt about an inch high when the judge got through with us. I've had it with that outfit!' He brooded briefly. 'Back to my bike, I guess, until I can afford my own car. Chee!' He gazed miserably at the interminable years ahead of him. Maybe even five! 'What about Rick?' asked Mark. 'Lost his license,' said Tad uncomfortably. 'For six months, anyway. Gee, Mr. Edwards, he's sure mad at you now. I guess he's decided to blame you for everything.' 'He should have learned long ago to blame himself for his own misdoings,' said Meris. 'Rick was a spoiled- rotten kid long before he ever came up here.' 'Mark's probably the first one ever to make him realize that he was a brat,' said Dr. Hill. 'That's plenty to build a hate on.' 'Walking again!' muttered Tad. 'So okay! So t'heck with wheels!' 'Well, since you've renounced the world, the flesh, and Porsches,' smiled Mark, 'maybe you could beguile the moments with learning about vintage cars. There's plenty of them still functioning around here.' 'Vintage cars?' said Tad. 'Never heard of them. Imports?' Mark laughed, 'Wait. I'll get you a magazine.' He made a selection from the magazine rack in back of them and plopped it down in front of Tad. 'There. Read up. There might be a glimmer of light to brighten your dreary midnight.' 'Dr. Hilf,' said Johannan, 'I wonder if you would help me.' 'English!' bellowed Dr. Hilf. 'Thought you were a foreigner! You don't look as if you need help! Where's your head wound? No right to be healed already!' 'It's not medical,' said Johannan. ''I'm trying to find a doctor friend of mine. Only I don't know his name or where he lives.' 'Know what state he lives in?' Laughter rumbled from Dr. Hilf. 'No,' confessed Johannan, 'but I do know he is from this general area and I thought you might know of him. He has helped my People in the past.'
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