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. "See? The date is my manumission -- it's Sargonese, a sort of Sanskrit; I don't suppose you can read it"
She stared, round-eyed. "How horrible! How perfectly horrible!"
He covered it. "Depends on your master. But it's not good."
"But why doesn't somebody do something?"
He shrugged. "It's a long way off."
"But --" She stopped as her father came out.
"Hi, kids. Enjoying the hop, Thor?"
"Yes, sir. The scenery is wonderful."
"The Rockies aren't a patch on the Himalayas. But our Tetons are pretty wonderful . . . and there they are. Well be home soon." He pointed. "See? There's Rudbek."
"That city is named Rudbek?"
"It used to be Johnson's Hole, or some such, when it was a village. But I wasn't speaking of Rudbek City; I meant our home -- your home -- 'Rudbek.' You can see the tower above the lake . . . with the Grand Tetons behind it. Most magnificent setting in the world. You're Rudbek of Rudbek at Rudbek . . . 'Rudbek Cubed.' your father called it . . . but he married into the name and wasn't impressed by it. I like it; it has a rolling thunder, and it's good to have a Rudbek back in residence."
Thorby wallowed in his bath, from needle shower, through hot pool whose sides and bottom massaged him with a thousand fingers, to lukewarm swimming plunge that turned cooler while he was in it. He was cautious in the last, having never learned to swim
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