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"Well, could you?"
Fritz looked thoughtful. "I could try. Loeen looks cuddly. Maybe I should break your leg myself."
"Bare hands?"
"Don't tempt me. Thorby, this is just precaution, like having two trackers. But nothing less than a broken leg can excuse you from strutting your stuff."
Thorby and his Father left Sisu two hours before the services. Captain Krausa said, "We might as well enjoy ourselves. Remembrance is a happy occasion if you think of it the right way -- but those seats are hard and it's going to be a long day."
"Uh, Father . . . just what is it I'll have to do when it comes time for Pop -- for Baslim?"
Nothing much. You sit up front during the sermon and give responses in the Prayer for the Dead. You know how, don't you?"
"I'm not sure."
"I'll write it out for you. As for the rest . . . well, you'll see me do the same for my Mother -- your Grandmother. You watch and when it comes your turn, you do the same."
"All right, Father."
"Now let's relax."
To Thorby's surprise Captain Krausa took a slideway outside the Gathering, then whistled down a ground car. It seemed faster than those Thorby had seen on Jubbul and almost as frantic as the Losians. They reached the rail station with nothing more than an exchange of compliments between their driver and another, but the ride was so exciting that Thorby saw little of the City of Artemis
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