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“Now go on back to bed,” said az-Zahra. “Set your alarm for seven-thirty. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She opened Beckwith’s door, slipped inside, and closed the door behind her. Mrs. Kuiper lingered a moment to listen. She heard a few words, then nothing. After a moment she shrugged, then padded off to bed.

Inside, az-Zahra surveyed the wreckage of man and room.

He was standing there, looking at her. The laser dangled in his hand. A chair lay at the bedside, broken in several pieces. The mirror on his bathroom door was shattered.

She said, “Sidi, may I come in?”

He grunted something unintelligible.

“Thank you.” She walked closer. “Let me help you with your shirt.” She began with the top buttons. “The laser, Daniel. You’ll have to put it down so I can manage the sleeve. There, that’s it. Now, you’d best sit down. Here, on the bed. I’ll take your shoes. Up again, now. Belt… trousers… There we go.”

“Zahra?”

“Yes, Daniel?”

“What the hell do you think are you doing?”

“I am undressing you. You are going to get into your pajamas, and you are going to bed, and to sleep. You have a hearing tomorrow morning.”

“Hearing?”

“A very important hearing. You have got to get to bed.”

“To hell with the hearing. And you can’t stay in here.”

“Daniel, dear friend. I am here, and I am staying. I know what I am doing. I have had the special training. I know all the things a woman should know. I was to enter the harem of the caliph, but it never came to pass. I never told you.”

“But you… you’re a virgin!”

“My hymen was surgically cut as part of the training. There will be no blood.” She made a graceful, almost nonchalant motion of her shoulders. Her night clothes dropped to a limp circle about her feet.

“Lordy!” muttered Daniel Beckwith, Esq.

An hour later they lay together in the dark, with her head nestled in the crook of his arm. “It doesn’t really matter,” he said glumly. “The hearing is like a chess game. You win… you lose… Robin had mumps… the Space Agency collapses… the universe rolls merrily on.”

“You must not talk in that way, Daniel my love. We will fight, and we will win.”

“Why should we fight, Zahra?”

“Because I am your woman.”

“You’re not making sense. I am twice as old as you. We will find a younger man for you.”

“I am nearly seventeen, and you are not much over thirty. I do not want to marry a beardless boy. I want you.” After a moment, she added with quiet conviction, “And you want me.” She waited, but there was no response. “Darling?”

He was asleep, and he was breathing slowly, deeply, rhythmically.

13. The Hearing

Mrs. Kuiper was waiting by the breakfast table with great anticipation.

Beckwith entered first. “Morning,” he mumbled. He settled slowly and carefully into his chair.

“Good morning, sir,” she said cheerfully. She checked him out quickly. As promised, he was delivered to the table shaved, showered, and impeccably dressed. The only indications of an eventful night were slight bags under his eyes.

Counselor Beckwith downed the two aspirin with the orange juice, and poured a cup of coffee from the carafe.

The housekeeper said cautiously, “Will the young lady be joining us?”

“Right here, Mrs. Kuiper,” declared az-Zahra. She gave the older woman a sparkling smile. “And a beautiful good morning to you!”

Mrs. Kuiper stared. Her first thought was—this is not az-Zahra, this is somebody else. This radiant woman cannot be yesterday’s child! But of course it was so. Az-Zahra, the Shining One.

The girl had combed her light red-gold hair into long locks that fell about her shoulders. She wore a skirt and jacket in matching pastel greens. Her hps and cheeks were their own natural pink.

Mrs. Kuiper gulped and looked over at Beckwith. Did he see what she saw? Obviously not. The man must be blind.

The newcomer leaned over the table and picked up a muffin. “I don’t want much, and I’ve got some things to do before we go. Mrs. K, were you able to reserve a taxi for eight-thirty?”

“Yes, miss. They swore they’d have one at the entrance.”

“Good. Thank you. Now, can you help me down the hall a moment? We’ll let Sidi finish his breakfast in peace.”

“Of course.”

Out of earshot, az-Zahra spoke softly to the older woman. “He had a bad night, but he’s fine now. After we’re gone, would you mind calling the custodian about the broken glass. And also call the furniture store. Perhaps you can find a nice replacement for the chair?”

“I’ll take care of everything.”

The girl finished the muffin and wiped her fingers on the napkin Mrs. Kuiper handed her. “I have to pick up Sidi’s brief case and a canvas bag in the library. Then we’re ready to go.”

A group was standing around the holo in the reception room as they entered the Ethics Section. Beckwith heard one of the men say quietly, “The Gagarin has now synchronized with Ganymede.” Someone said, “Yeah, they’re decelerating, moving in.”

“Come on,” he mumbled morosely to the girl. They brushed past. Beyond, in the bay, they sensed office doors easing open behind them, and then the quiet scuffling of shoes, especially high heels, all against a barely noticeable wash of muffled whispers.

They entered the Hearing Room at exactly nine. Save for Irwin Smerll, the room was empty. Beckwith was not surprised. Evidently the Ethics Director intended to hold center stage.

As soon as they were seated Smerll began. (Straight out of the Manual, thought Beckwith.) “This Hearing is convened pursuant to lawful Notice, and is for the purpose of considering the matters stated in that Notice. Parties giving testimony are allowed considerable informality. However, in case of specific objections, the Federal Rules of Evidence will be followed.” He looked down the table toward Beckwith. “Are there any questions or comments?”

“Yes.” Beckwith stood up. “For the record I note attendance of az-Zahra, my fiancée and assistant.”

The young woman rose and bowed modestly. As they sat down she whispered, “Fiancée? We’re to be married?”

He whispered back, “Yes. I’m after your money. Now be quiet.”

Under the table she rubbed his leg with a slipperless foot.

Smerll acknowledged the introduction curtly. “May we now begin? Very well. We’ll address the questions in the order stated in the Notice. The first question is, is Mr. Beckwith contributing to the delinquency of a female minor, namely one az-Zahra. How do you answer, Mr. Beckwith?”

“Denied,” said Beckwith calmly.

“Do you live in the same apartment with the aforesaid minor?”, asked Smerll.

“Yes.”

“Have you had sexual intercourse with her?”

“Objection,” said Beckwith firmly, “on the grounds that an answer might tend to incriminate me.”

“You don’t have to do that, Sidi,” said az-Zahra. She rose from the table, walked over to the credenza, and punched a set of numbers into the visi.

By golly, thought Beckwith, she memorized the number!

A weary face appeared on the monitor. “Marriage Bureau, may I help you?”

“We want to be married.”

“I see you, lady, but where is he?”

“Right here,” said Beckwith. He walked up beside her.

Smerll found his voice. “This is absolutely preposterous!”

They ignored him and duly proceeded with the ceremony, which, after the prescribed questions, answers, and payment, was duly registered in the Vital Statistics of the District of Columbia.