Immigration room was empty save for about forty men lined up along wall like new transportees; were wearing p-suits and carrying helmets--Terrans going home, stranded tourists and some scientists. Their p-suits would not go, would be unloaded before lift. I looked at them and thought about Cyborg pilot. When Lark had been stripped, all but three couches had been removed; these people were going to take acceleration lying on floorplates--if skipper was not careful he was going to have mashed Terrans au blut.

Mentioned to Stu. "Forget it," he said. "Captain Leures has foam pads aboard. He won't let them be hurt; they're his life insurance."

21

My family, all thirty-odd from Grandpaw to babies, was waiting beyond next lock on level he!ow and we got cried on and slobbered on and hugged and this time Stu did not hold back. Little Hazel made ceremony of kissing us; she had Liberty Caps, set one on each, then kissed us--and at that signal whole family put on Liberty Caps, and I got sudden tears. Perhaps is what patriotism feels like, choked up and so happy it hurts. Or maybe was just being with my beloveds again.

"Where's Slim?" I asked Hazel. "Wasn't he invited?"

"Couldn't come. He's junior marshal of your reception."

"Reception? This is all we want."

"You'll see."

Did. Good thing family came out to meet us; that and ride to L-City (filled a capsule) were all I saw of them for some time. Tube Station West was a howling mob, all in Liberty Caps. We three were carried on shoulders all way to Old Dome, surrounded by a stilyagi bodyguard, elbows locked to force through cheering, singing crowds. Boys were wearing red caps and white shirts and their girls wore white jumpers and red shorts color of caps.

At station and again when they put us down in Old Dome I got kissed by fems I have never seen before or since. Remember hoping that measures we had taken in lieu of quarantine were effective--or half of L-City would be down with colds or worse. (Apparently we were clean; was no epidemic. But I remember time--was quite small--when measles got loose and thousands died.)

Worried about Prof, too; reception was too rough for a man good as dead an hour earlier. But he not only enjoyed it, he made a wonderful speech in Old Dome--one short on logic, loaded with ringing phrases. "Love" was in it, and "home" and "Luna" and "comrades and neighbors" and even "shoulder to shoulder" and all sounded good.

They had erected a platform under big news video on south face. Adam Selene greeted us from video screen and now Prof's face and voice were projected from it, much magnified, over his head--did not have to shout. But did have to pause after every sentence; crowd roars drowned out even bull voice from screen--and no doubt pauses helped, as rest. But Prof no longer seemed old, tired, ill; being back inside The Rock seemed to be tonic he needed. And me, too! Was wonderful to be right weight, feel strong, breathe pure, replenished air of own city.

No mean city! Impossible to get all of L-City inside Old Dome--but looked as if they tried. I estimated an area ten meters square, tried to count heads, got over two hundred not half through and gave up. Lunatic placed crowd at thirty thousand, seems impossible.

Prof's words reached more nearly three million; video carried scene to those who could not crowd into Old Dome, cable and relay flashed it across lonely maria to all warrens. He grabbed chance to tell of slave future Authority planned for them. Waved that "white paper." "Here it is!" he cried. "Your fetters! Your leg irons! Will you wear them?"

"NO!"

"They say you must. They say they will H-bomb... then survivors will surrender and put on these chains. Will you?"

"NO! NEVER!"

"Never," agreed Prof. "They threaten to send troops... more and more troops to rape and murder. We shall fight them."

"DA!"

"We shall fight them on the surface, we shall fight them in the tubes, we shall fight them in the corridors! If die we must, we shall die free!"

"Yes! Ja-da! Tell 'em, tell 'em!"

"And if we die, let history write: This was Luna's finest hour! Give us liberty... or give us death!"

Some of that sounded familiar. But his words came out fresh and new; I joined in roars. Look... I knew we couldn't whip Terra--I'm tech by trade and know that an H-missile doesn't care how brave you are. But was ready, too. If they wanted a fight, let's have it!

Prof let them roar, then led them in "Battle Hymn of the Republic," Simon's version. Adam appeared on screen again, took over leading it and sang with them, and we tried to slip away, off back of platform, with help of stilyagi led by Slim. But women didn't want to let us go and lads aren't at their best in trying to stop ladies; they broke through. Was twenty-two hundred before we four, Wyoh, Prof, Stu, self, were locked in room L of Raffles, where Adam-Mike joined us by video. I was starved by then, all were, so I ordered dinner and Prof insisted that we eat before reviewing plans.

Then we got down to business.

Adam started by asking me to read aloud white paper, for his benefit and for Comrade Wyoming-- "But first, Comrade Manuel, if you have the recordings you made Earthside, could you transmit them by phone at high speed to my office? I'll have them transcribed for study--all I have so far are the coded summaries Comrade Stuart sent up."

I did so, knowing Mike would study them at once, phrasing was part of "Adam Selene" myth--and decided to talk to Prof about letting Stu in on facts. If Stu was to be in executive cell, pretending was too clumsy.

Feeding recordings into Mike at overspeed took five minutes, reading aloud another thirty. That done, Adam said, "Professor, the reception was more successful than I had counted on, due to your speech. I think we should push the embargo through Congress at once. I can send out a call tonight for a session at noon tomorrow. Comments?"

I said, "Look, those yammerheads will kick it around for weeks. If you must put it up to them--can't see why--do as you did with Declaration. Start late, jam it through after midnight using own people."

Adam said, "Sorry, Manuel. I'm getting caught up on events Earthside and you have catching up to do here. It's no longer the same group. Comrade Wyoming?"

"Mannie dear, it's an elected Congress now. They must pass it. Congress is what government we have."

I said slowly, "You held election and turned things over to them? Everything? Then what are we doing?" Looked at Prof, expecting explosion. My objections would not be on his grounds--but couldn't see any use in swapping one talk-talk for another. At least first group had been so loose we could pack it--this new group would be glued to seats.

Prof was undisturbed. Fitted fingertips together and looked relaxed. "Manuel, I don't think the situation is as bad as you seem to feel that it is. In each age it is necessary to adapt to the popular mythology. At one time kings were anointed by Deity, so the problem was to see to it that Deity anointed the tight candidate. In this age the myth is 'the will of the people'... but the problem changes only superficially. Comrade Adam and I have had long discussions about how to determine the will of the people. I venture to suggest that this solution is one we can work with."

"Well... okay. But why weren't we told? Stu, did you know?"

"No, Mannie. There was no reason to tell me." He shrugged. "I'm a monarchist, I wouldn't have been interested. But I go along with Prof that in this day and age elections are a necessary ritual."

Prof said, "Manuel, it wasn't necessary to tell us till we got back; you and I had other work to do. Comrade Adam and dear Comrade Wyoming handled it in our absence... so let's find out what they did before we judge what they've done."