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And I learned something else about Tertius: The equipment of a refresher
was of a complexity and variety that made the sort of plumbing I was used to, in
Golden Rule and Luna City and so forth, look as primitive as the occasional back
country backhouse one can still find in remote parts of Iowa.
Neither Minerva nor Galahad let me feel embarrassed over never having been
checked out on Tertian plumbing. When I was about to pick the wrong fixture for
my most pressing need, she simply said, "Galahad, you had better demonstrate for
Richard; I'm not equipped to." So he did. Well, I'm forced to admit that I'm not
equipped the way Galahad is, either. Visualize Michelangelo's David (Galahad is
fully that pretty) but equip this image with coupling gear three times as large
as Michelangelo gave David; that describes Galahad.
I have never understood why Michelangelo-in view of his known
bias-invariably shortchanged his male creations.
When we three had completed after-sleep refreshment, we came out into the
bedroom together and I was again surprised- without yet having worked up my
nerve to inquire where we were, how we got there, and what had become of others-
especially my necessary one... who, when last heard, was tossing around galaxies
in reckless gambling. Or gamboling.
Or both.
One wall had vanished from that bedroom, the bed had become a couch, the
missing wall framed a gorgeous garden- and, seated on the couch, playing with
the kitten, was a man I had met briefly in Iowa two thousand years ago
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