When he did notice, it was not skin but the thickest, most beautiful cascade of black hair he had ever seen, gracing a young woman who came in, spoke to someone, threw Ben a kiss, glanced gravely at Jubal, and left. Jubal followed her with his eyes, appreciating that flowing mass of midnight plumage. Only after she left did he realize that she had not been dressed other than in her queenly crowning glory� and then realized, too, that she was not the first of his brothers in that fashion.
Ben noticed his glance. "That's Ruth," he said. "New high priestess. She and her husband have been away, clear on the other coast - their mission was to prepare a branch temple, I think. I'm glad they're back. It's beginning to look as if the whole family will be home at once - like an oldfashioned Christmas dinner."
"Beautiful head of hair. I wish she had tarried."
"Then why didn't you call her over?"
"Eh?"
"Ruth almost certainly found an excuse to come in here just to catch a glimpse of you - I suppose they must have just arrived. But haven't you noticed that we have been left pretty much alone, except for a few who sat down with us, didn't say much, then left?"
"Well� yes." Jubal had noticed and had been a touch disappointed, as he had been braced, by all that he had heard, to ward off undue intimacy - and had found that he had stepped on a top step that wasn't there. He had been treated with hospitality and politeness, but it was more like the politeness of a cat than that of an over-friendly dog.
"They are all terribly interested in the fact that you are here and are very anxious to see you� but they are a little bit afraid of you, too."
"Me?"
"Oh, I told you this last summer. You're a venerable tradition of the church, not quite real and a bit more than life size. Mike has told them that you are the only human being he knows of who can 'grok in fullness' without needing to learn Martian first. Most of them suspect that you can read minds as perfectly as Mike does."
"Oh, what poppycock! I hope you disabused them?"
"Who am I to destroy a myth? Perhaps you do read minds - I'm sure you wouldn't tell me. They are just a touch afraid of you - YOU eat babies for breakfast and when you roar the ground trembles. Any of them would be delighted to have you call them over� but they won't force themselves on you. They know that even Mike stands at attention and says 'sir' when you speak."
Jubal dismissed the whole idea with one short, explosive word.
"Certainly," Ben agreed. "Even Mike has his blind spots - I told you he was only human. But that's how it is. You're the patron saint of this church - and you're stuck with it."
"Well� there's somebody I know, just came in. Jill! Jill! Turn around, dear!"
The woman turned rather hesitantly. "I'm Dawn. But thank you." She came over, however, and Jubal thought for an instant that she was going to kiss him� and decided not to duck it. But she either had not that intention, or changed her mind. She dropped to one knee, took his hand and kissed it. "Father Jubal. We welcome you and drink deep of you."
Jubal snatched his hand away. "Oh, for heaven's sake, child! Get up from there and sit with us. Share water."
"Yes, Father Jubal."
"Uh� and call me Jubal - and pass the word around that I don't appreciate being treated like a leper. I'm in the bosom of my family - I hope."
"You are� Jubal."
"So I expect to be called Jubal and treated as a water brother - no more, no less. The first one who treats me with respect will be required to stay in after school. Grok?"
"Yes, Jubal," she answered demurely. "I've told them. They will."
"Huh?"
"Dawn means," explained Ben, "that she's told Patty, probably, since Mike is withdrawn at the moment� and that Patty is telling everybody who can hear easily - with his inner ear - and they are passing the word to any who are still a bit deaf, like myself."
"Yes," agreed Dawn, "except that I told Jill - Patty has gone outside for something Michael wants. Jubal, have you been watching any of what is showing in the stereo tank? It's very exciting."
"Eh? No."
"You mean the jail break, Dawn?"
"Yes, Ben"
"We hadn't discussed that - and Jubal doesn't like stereo. Jubal, Mike didn't merely crush out and come home when he felt like it; he gave them a dilemma to sit on. Here he has just been arrested for everything but raping the Statue of Liberty, with Bigmouth Short denouncing him as the Antichrist on the same day. So he gave 'em miracles to chew on. He threw away every bar and door in the county jail as he left� did the same at the state prison just out of town for good measure, and disarmed all the police forces, city, county, and state. Partly to keep 'em busy and interested� and partly because Mike just purely despises locking a man up for any reason at all. He groks a great wrongness in it."
"That fits," Jubal agreed. "Mike is gentle, always. It would hurt him to have anybody locked up. I agree."
Ben shook his head. "Mike isn't gentle, Jubal. Killing a man wouldn't worry him. But he's the ultimate anarchist - locking a man up is a wrongness. Freedom of self-and utter personal responsibility for self. Thou art God."
"Wherein lies the conflict, sir? Killing a man might be necessary. But confining him is an offense against his integrity - and your own."
Ben looked at him. "I grok Mike was right. You do grok in fullness - his way. I don't quite - I'm still learning." He added, "How are they taking it, Dawn?"
She giggled slightly. "Like a stirred-up hornets' nest. The mayor has been on� and he's frothing at the mouth. He's demanded help from the state and from the Federation - and he's getting it; we've seen lots of troop carriers landing. But as they pour out, Mike is stripping them - not just their weapons. even their shoes - and as soon as the troop carrier is empty, it goes, too."
Ben said, "I grok he'll stay withdrawn until they get tired and give up. Handling that many details he would almost have to stay in it and on eternal time."
Dawn looked thoughtful. "No, I don't think so, Ben. Of course I would have to, in order to handle even a tenth so much. But I grok Michael could do it riding a bicycle while standing on his head."
"Mmm� I wouldn't know, I'm still making mud pies." Ben stood up. "Sometimes you miracle workers give me a slight pain, honey child. I'm going to go watch the tank for a while." He stopped to kiss her. "You entertain old Pappy Jubal; he likes little girls." Caxton left and a package of cigarettes he had left on a coffee table got up, followed him, and placed themselves in one of his pockets.
Jubal said, "Did you do that? Or Ben?"
"Ben did. I don't smoke, unless the man I'm with wants to smoke. But he's always forgetting his cigarettes; they chase him all over the Nest."
"Hmmm� pretty fair-sized mud pies he makes these days."
"Ben is advancing much more rapidly than he will ever admit. He's a very holy person - but he hates to admit it. He's shy."
"Umph. Dawn, you are the Dawn Ardent I met at Foster Tabernacle about two and half years ago, aren't you?"
"Oh, you remember!!" She looked as if he had handed her a lollipop.
"Of course I remember. But I was slightly puzzled. You've changed some. All for the better. You seem much more beautiful."
"That's because I am more beautiful," she said simply. "You mistook me for Gillian. And she is more beautiful, too."
"Where is that child? I haven't seen her� and I expected to see her at once."
"She's been working." Dawn paused. "But I told her and she says she's coming in." She paused again. "And I am to take her place. If you will excuse me."
"Oh, certainly. Run along, child."
"There's no hurry." But she did get up and leave almost at once as Dr. Mahmoud sat down.