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another there, in the houses thereof, and sirens in the temples of pleasure.’ ”
    A little approving laugh came from Felix, and Margon gave a small laugh as well.
    “Oh, you so love it when the genius here recognizes some arcane quote or word, don’t you?” said Stuart. “The literary prodigy strikes again! Reuben, the star of the Morphenkindergarten class.”
    “Take a lesson from him, Stuart,” said Margon. “He reads, he remembers, he understands. He stores up the poetry of the ages. He thinks. He meditates. He advances!”
    “Oh, come on,” said Stuart. “Reuben’s not a real guy. He came off the cover of
Gentlemen’s Quarterly
.”
    “Sigh,” said Reuben. “I should have left you out there in the wilds of Santa Rosa after you mauled your stepfather.”
    “No, you shouldn’t have,” said Stuart, “but you know I’m kidding, man. Come on. Seriously, what’s your secret for remembering things like that? You have a card catalog in your head?”
    “I have a computer in my head, just like you do,” said Reuben. “My dad’s a poet. And he used to read Isaiah out loud to me when I was a kid.”
    “Isaiah!” said Stuart in a deep voice. “No Maurice Sendak or Winnie the Pooh? But then of course you were destined to grow up to be a Man Wolf, so the usual rules didn’t apply.”
    Reuben smiled and shook his head. Margon gave a low growl of disapproval.
    “Morphenkindergarten,” said Margon. “I think I rather like that.”
    Felix was paying not the slightest attention. He was looking again at his Christmas diagrams and lists.
    Reuben was beginning to see this festival, and he warmed to it the way he’d warmed to this house as soon as he’d come to know it.
    “Isaiah!” Stuart continued to scoff. “And you godless immortals dance in a circle because Isaiah said to do it?”
    “Don’t make a fool of yourself,” cautioned Margon. He was annoyed. “You’re missing the point entirely. We were dancing in our circle at Midwinter before Isaiah came into the world. And on that night, we will mourn Marrok, who’s no longer with us—one of our own whomwe’ve lately lost—and we will welcome you—formally—you and Reuben and Laura into the company.”
    “Wait a minute,” said Stuart, jolting Reuben out of his reverie. “Then Laura’s decided? She’s going to be with us!” He was elated. “Reuben, why didn’t you tell us?”
    “Enough for now,” said Felix gently. He rose to his feet. “Reuben, you come with me. As master of the house, you need to see a few more of the cellar chambers belowstairs.”
    “If they’re dungeons, I wanna see them!” Stuart said.
    “Sit down,” said Margon in a low ominous voice. “Now pay attention. We have more work to do on these plans.”

3
    T IRED AS HE WAS , Reuben was game for a trip to the cellars, and followed Felix willingly down the steps. They passed quickly through the old furnace room and into the first of the many passages that made up a labyrinth before the final tunnel to the outside world.
    In the last week electricians had been rewiring these low-roofed hallways, and some of the mysterious chambers, but much remained to be done and Felix explained that some of the rooms could never be opened for electrical light.
    There were oil lamps and flashlights in cabinets here and there, between locked doors, and Reuben realized as he followed Felix under the dim overhead bulbs that he had no idea as to the extent of the construction under the house. These crudely plastered walls glistened with moisture in places, and as he followed Felix now into completely foreign territory, he glimpsed at least ten doors on either side of the cramped hall.
    Felix had a large flashlight in hand, and stopped before a door with a combination lock.
    “What is it? What’s troubling you?” Felix asked. He laid a firm hand on Reuben’s shoulder. “You came in miserable. What’s happened?”
    “Well, nothing’s happened,” said Reuben, partly relieved