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view-say in the corners of the room, starting clockwise in that far right hand corner-each group hammer out a plan and get it ready to submit to the Families. And those of you who don't favor any of those four things gather in the middle of the room and start scrappin' over just what it is you do think. Now, if I hear no objection, I am going to declare this lodge recessed until midnight tomorrow night. How about it?"
    No one spoke up. Lazarus Long's streamlined version of parliamentary procedure had them somewhat startled; they were used to long, leisurely discussions until it became evident that one point of view had become unanimous. Doing things in a hurry was slightly shocking.
    But the man's personality was powerful, his years gave him prestige, and his slightly archaic way of speaking added to his patriarchal authority; nobody argued.
    "Okay," Lazarus announced, clapping his hands once. "Church is out until tomorrow night." He stepped down from the platform.
    Mary Sperling came up to him, "I would like to know you better," she said, looking him in the eyes.
    "Sure, Sis. Why not?"
    "Are you staying for discussion?"
    "No."
    "Could you come home with me?"
    "Like to. I've no pressing business elsewhere."
    "Come then." She led him through the tunnel to the underground pool connecting with Lake Michigan. He widened his eyes at the pseudo-Camden but said nothing until they were submerged.
    "Nice little car you've got."
    "Yes."
    "Has some unusual features."
    She smiled. "Yes. Among other things, it blows up-quite thoroughly-if anyone tries to investigate it."
    "Good." He added, "You a designing engineer, Mary?"
    "Me? Heavens, no! Not this past century, at least, and I no longer try to keep up with such things. But you can order a car modified the way this one is through the Families, if you want one. Talk to-"
    "Never mind, I've no need for one. I just like gadgets that do what they were designed to do and do it quietly and efficiently. Some good skull sweat in this one."
    "Yes." She was busy then, surfacing, making a radar check, and getting them back ashore without attracting notice.
    When they reached her apartment she put tobacco and drink close to him, then went to her retiring room, threw off her street clothes and put on a soft loose robe that made her look even smaller and younger than she had looked before. When she rejoined Lazarus, he stood up, struck a cigarette for her, then paused as he handed it to her and gave a gallant and indelicate whistle.
    She smiled briefly, took the cigarette, and sat down in a large chair, pulling her feet under her. "Lazarus, you reassure me."
    "Don't you own a mirror, girl?"
    "Not that," she said impatiently. "You yourself. You know that I have passed the reasonable life expectancy of our people-I've been expecting to die, been resigned to it, for the past ten years. Yet there you sit . . . years and years older than I am. You give me hope."
    He sat up straight. " You expecting to die? Good grief, girl -you look good for another century."
    She made a tired gesture. "Don't try to jolly me. You know that appearance has nothing to do with it. Lazarus, I don't want to die!"
    Lazarus answered soberly, "I wasn't trying to kid you, Sis. You simply don't look like a candidate for corpse."
    She shrugged gracefully. "A matter of biotechniques. I'm holding my appearance at the early thirties."
    "Or less, I'd say. I guess I'm not up on the latest dodges, Mary. You heard me say that I had not attended a get-together for more than a century. As a matter of fact I've been completely out of touch with the Families the whole time."
    "Really? May I ask why?"
    "A long story and a dull one. What it amounts to is that I got bored with them. I used to be a delegate to the annual meetings. But they got stuffy and set in their ways-or so it seemed to me. So I wandered off. I spent the Interregnum on Venus, mostly. I came back for a while after the Covenant was signed but I don't suppose I've spent two years