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language?"
    "Oh, Shammy, I never will learn it, really. Just a couple of words like 'I hope you're having a nice day.' That's their chief agronomist who just said hello; his kids were playing with the ones next door and we got friendly. Are you feeling more relaxed now?"
    He was more amused than annoyed. "Are we on that again? I'm not nervous."
    "Of course not," she said comfortably. "After all, Mariam Vardersehn did it for two years, and anything she can do you can do better. . . . Oh, and Shammy? Did I tell you? I want to see if I can finish my college courses."
    "Here?"
    "Oh, yes. Olse Hagbarth says there's an extension program I can use, and Ex-Earth will pick up the tuition. Olse says I can even quit my job at the beauty shop because they'll throw in a stipend."
    She looked as though she expected congratulations, so Giyt provided them. "That's wonderful," he said, patting her arm.
    "Isn't it? I think I'll switch my major, though. There's not much call for a business-management degree here."
    "Good idea," Giyt said approvingly, and squinted at the sun now just at the horizon. "I think it's time we turned back." He put his arm around her shoulders as they started home, silent again while he tried to analyze just how he felt about all this. Rina had never before asked his opinion about anything she chose to do before she did it. Was that part of what it meant to be "married"? And did it mean that he was expected to consult her, too?
    After dinner Rina fixed him a hot toddy and went off to her studies. Giyt sat down at his terminal for some real relaxing.
    But although he sampled some of his favorite programs—a really good documentary on Genghis Khan; another on Alexander's father, Philip of Macedon, almost as impressive a conqueror as his better-known son—what he was really thinking about was Rina. Rina, who had always got straight As in every course she took and was evidently on her way to getting more. Rina, who was a model mayor's wife, making friends among all, or almost all, the varieties of weird eeties, and for that matter humans, who lived in this place. Rina, who had never been a mother but was already a well-loved honorary aunt for the kids of the couple next door. Rina, who had never been a housewife in her life, either, but had mastered immediately, almost instinctively, the operation of the dust-sucker that whooshed their house dean and the cryptic settings of the dishwasher, the washing machine, and the stove . . . and while she was doing all these things, nevertheless still had time to do all the other things that were needed to keep Giyt himself content.
    Rina. Who had suddenly become so big a part of Giyt's life that he could no longer imagine a life without her.
    Giyt had trouble diagnosing this new feeling he seemed to be having about her. It wasn't exactly "love." There was no change there. He had recognized some time earlier that he probably loved Rina, more or less, within the general meaning of the term as he understood it.
    This new feeling was something else. It wasn't merely friendship, either. He came to the astonishing conclusion that it was largely, of all things, pride. He was proud of the way his, ah, his wife was coping so wonderfully and rapidly with the demands of this bizarre new place he had brought her to.
    It took him a while to identify the feeling, because it was so unfamiliar to him. Giyt could not remember that he had ever before been proud of any other person in his life.

IV
     
     
    The institution of the Joint Governance Commission was older than the presence of Earth humans on Tupelo—or on the Peace Planet, depending on which race was doing the talking. In the pre-Earth days there were only five races to jointly govern, and the commissioners met in a five-sided building. That structure was now downgraded to serve as a storage facility for farm produce, as the admission of Earth humans required a new building. Not all the Earth humans were happy about what had happened. It