"Certainly, Lazarus. A live exercise?-Dora would never miss such a chance. She split herself instantly and made each of them track it independently. But once the autopacket grounded I asked Dora to ask Athene who was in it-and as soon as the pod opened, my sisters told me, Justin"-she squeezed his hand-"and I hurried to greet you. And to offer some arrangements. Ira, has Justin been provided for? A place to sleep, things like that?"
"Not yet, my dear. We were just starting to talk-he's barely had time to shake off the anesthetic."
Foote remarked, "I think the antidote has taken hold."
The computer added, "Cousin Justin just had a second dose, Ira. Pulse fast but steady."
"That's enough, Athene. Were you going to suggest something, my dear?"
"Yes. I swung past the house and spoke with Ishtar. We are in agreement. Subject to approval of you and Lazarus."
"You mean we get a vote?" Lazarus put in. "Justin, this planet is run by its women."
"Isn't that true everywhere?"
"No, just most of them. I remember a place where a wedding ceremony always concluded by killing the bride's mother if she hadn't been used up earlier. I thought that was overdoing it, but it did tend to-"
"Stow it, Grandpappy," Ira said mildly. "Justin would have to edit it out. Justin, what Minerva has been saying is that our house is yours. Lazarus?"
"Certainly. It's a madhouse, Justin, but the cooking is okay, and the price is right. Free, that is. It's just your nerves that pay.
"Really, I have no intention of imposing. Isn't there someone who can rent me a room? Not for money-I assume that Secundus money is not negotiable here-but for artifacts I've fetched, things you don't make as yet."
Lazarus answered, "You can negotiate Secundus money through me if you need to. As for artifacts, you may be surprised at what we are making."
"I might not be; I know that a universal pantograph was moved here. So I fetched new creative items, mostly entertainments-solly cubes and such. Musicalarkies, pornies, dreams, other sorts-all published since you folks left Secundus."
"Well planned." Lazarus added, "I think colonizing was more fun back when pioneers had no choice but to step in and slug it out and you weren't sure who was going to win, you or the planet. The way we do it now is like swatting an insect with a sledgehammer. Justin, your creepies will fetch a high price-but sell them in dribbles...because each one will be copied as soon as you turn it loose. No copyright, there's no way to enforce it. But it still won't rent you a room; we're at the staying-with-kinfolk stage. You'd best accept our offer; it rains 'most every night this time o' year."
Justin Foote looked baffled. "I have misgivings about invading your privacy. Ira, could I borrow this couch I'm sitting on? For a short time? Then-"
"Stow it, Justin." Lazarus stood up. "Son, you're suffering from big-city attitudes. You're welcome for a week or a century. You're not only my lineal descendant-through Janet Foote, I think-but you're a kissin' cousin of Minerva's. Let's take him home, Minerva. What did you do with my hellions?"
"They're outside."
"Trust you staked 'em down."
"No, but they were somewhat miffed."
"Good for their metabolism. Ira, declare a holiday."
"I will-as soon as I've gone over the ore converter plans with Athene."
"Meaning you're going to find out from her what's she's decided."
"You can say that again!" said the computer.
"Teena," Lazarus said mildly, "you've been associating with Dora too much. When Minerva had your job, she was sweet, gentle, respectful, and humble."
"Any complaints about my work, Grandpappy?"
"Just your manners, dear. In the presence of a guest."
"Justin isn't a guest; he's family. He's my sister's kissing cousin, so he's mine, too. Logical? Q.E.D."
"I disdain to argue. Watch out for Teena, Justin; she'll trap you.
"I find Athene's reasoning not only logical but warmly pleasing. Thank you, my kissing cousin."
"I like you, Justin; you were sweet to my sister. Don't worry about me trapping you; I don't plan to accept a clone for at least a hundred years-first I've got to get this planet organized. So don't wait up; you'll see me in about a century. You'll recognize me; I'll look exactly like Minerva."
"But noisier."
"Lazarus, you say the sweetest things. Kiss him for me, twin sister."
"Let's go, Minerva; Teena's got me mixed up again."
"Just a moment, Lazarus, please. Ira? I made other arrangements through Ishtar but only tentatively...not being sure of Justin's wishes."
"Oh. I don't know them either. Do you want me to ask him?"
"Uh...yes."
"On your behalf?"
Minerva looked startled. Justin Foote looked puzzled. Athene said, "Let's cut through the fog. Justin, Minerva was asking Ira whether or not you want her to find you a guest wife. Ira says he doesn't know but will find out-then asked her if she was volunteering for the privilege. All clear? Justin, my sister is so new at being a flesh-and-blood that she sometimes isn't sure of herself."
Lazarus reflected that he had not seen a girl blush-for that reason-for three centuries or more. Nor did the two men look at ease. He said reprovingly, "Teena, you are an excellent engineer...and a lousy diplomat."
"What? Oh, nonsense. I saved them billions of nanoseconds."
"Shut up, dear; your circuits are scrambled. Justin, Minerva is almost certainly the only girl on this planet who could be fussed by Teena's unhelpful help...because she is probably the only one who shows any tendency to stick to one man."
The computer giggled.
"I told you to keep still," Lazarus said sternly.
Ira said quietly, "Minerva is a free agent, Lazarus."
"Who said she wasn't? And you keep quiet, too, until the Senior-that's me, son-finishes speaking. Justin, Minerva will find you a dinner partner-has found one, I think. After that you are on your own. If you and your dinner partner don't hit it off, no doubt you'll be able to work out something else. Teena, I'm going to switch you off at the house tonight; I am uninviting you to dinner. You haven't learned how to behave in company."
"Aw, Lazarus, I didn't mean to steal your pig."
"Well-" Lazarus looked around. Ira's face was impassive, Minerva looked unhappy. Justin Foote spoke up:
"Senior, I'm sure Athene did not mean any harm. I do appreciate her declaring me her 'kissing cousm'; I found it warmly friendly. I hope you will reconsider and let her join us at dinner."
"Very well, Teena; Justin has intervened for you. But between you and Dora and the twins I am beginning to need a gnarooth to ride herd on you kids. Justin. Minerva. Let's go. Ira, Teena-.see you at the house. Don't waste time on that converter, Ira; Teena did a perfect job."
Outside the colonial headquarters Justin Foote found a null-boat waiting-not the one that had fetched him from the sky-field; this one had a pair of redheaded twins in it...uh, girls, although they looked as if they had just recently made up their minds. Twelve, perhaps thirteen. Both were wearing gun belts on skinny hips, with what (he hoped) were toy guns. One was wearing captain's insignia on bare shoulders. Each wore eleven thousand, three hundred, and two freckles as near as he could estimate.
Both jumped out of the boat, waited. One set of freckles said, "About time." The other said, "Discrimination."
Lazarus said, "Pipe down and be polite. Justin, these are my twin daughters-Lapis Lazuli, and that one's Lorelei Lee. Mr. Justin Foote, dears, Chief Archivist for the Trustees."
The girls glanced at each other, then curtsied deeply in perfect unison. "Welcome to Tertius, Chief Archivist Foote!" they said in chorus.
"Charming!"
"Yes, girls, that was nice. Who taught you?"
"Mama Harnadryad taught us-"