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nto　people。　I　could　have　offer　them　psychology　and　sociology　and　parative　anthropology…I　had　such　books　on　hand。　But　Joe　and　Llita　could　not　I　put　them　together　into　a　gestalt…and　I　recall　another　tea　who　used　parables　in　putting　over　ideas。
　　
　　They　read　every　hour　I　would　let　them；　huddled　toge　like　puppies　and　staring　at　the　reading　machine　and　nag　each　other　about　how　fast　to　raise　the　pages。　Usually　I　nagged　Joe；　she　was　quicker　than　he…but　as　may　be；　1　spurred　each　other　from　illiterate　to　speedreaders　in　zip　time；　didn't　let　them　have　sound…and…picture　tapes…I　wanted　them　to　read。
　　
　　Couldn't　let　'em　spend　all　their　time　reading；　they　had　to　learn　other　things…not　just　salable　skills　but；　much　more　important；　that　aggressive　self…reliance　necessary　to　a　free　man…which　they　totally　lacked　when　I　saddled　myself　with　them。　Shucks；　I　wasn't　certain　they　bad　the　potential；　that　may　have　been　bred　out　of　their　line。　But　if　the　spark　was　in　them　I　had　to　find　it　and　fan　it　into　flame…or　I　would　never　able　to　make　them　run　free。
　　
　　So　I　forced　them　to　make　up　their　own　minds　as　mud　possible；　while　being　cautiously　rough　on　them　in　other；　and　greeted　every　sign　of　rebellion　silently　in　my　mind　as　a　triumphant　proof　of　progress。
　　
　　I　started　by　teaching　Joe　to　fight…just　hand　to　hand；　didn't　want　either　of　us　killed。　One　partment　was　fitted　a　gymnasium；　ent　that　could　be　adapted　for　free…fall；　I　used　it　that　hour　a　day　of　lowered　temperature。　Here　1　worked　Joe　out。　Lilta　was　required　to　attend　just　to　exercise…although　I　had　in　mind　that　it　might　***S＇***　Joe　along　if　his　sister　saw　him　getting　the　***whey***　knocked　of　him。
　　
　　Joe　needed　that　spur；　he　had　a　terrible　time　getting　through　his　head　that　it　was　okay　to　hit　or　kick　me；　that　I　wanted　him　to　try；　that　I　would　not　be　angry　if　he　succeed…but　that　I　would　be　angry　if　he　didn't　try　his　darnedest。
　　
　　Took　a　while。　At　first　he　wouldn't　chop　at　me　no　matter　how　wide　open　I　left　myself　。　。　and　when　I　got　him　past；　calling　him　names　and　taunting　him；　he　still　hesitated　in　that　split　second　that　let　me　close　and　chop　him　instead。
　　
　　But　one　afternoon　he　got　the　idea　so'　well　that　he　landed　good　one　on　me　and　I　hardly　had　to　hold　back　to　let　him　land　it。　After　supper　he　got　his　reward：　permission　to　read　a　bound　book；　one　with　pages；　him　dressed　in　a　pair　of　my　surgical　gloves　and　warned　that　I　would　clobber　him　if　he　got　it　dirty　or　tore　a　page。　Llita　wasn't　permitted　to　touch　it；　this　was　his　prize。　She　sulked　and　didn't　even　want　to　use　the　reading　machine…until　he　asked　if　it　was　all　right　for　him　to　read　aloud　to　her。
　　
　　I　ruled　that　she　could　even　read　it　with　him…as　long　as　she　didn't　touch　it。　So　she　snuggled　up　close；　head　by　his；　happy　again；　and　started　bossing　him　about　turning　the　pages。
　　
　　The　next　day　she　asked　me　why　she　could　not　learn　to　fight；　too？
　　
　　No　doubt　she　was　fin？ing　solo　exercise　a　bore…I　always　found　it　so　and　did　it　only　because　it　was　needful　to　stay　in　shape…no　telling　what　hazards　next　groundfall　might　bring。　Minerva；　I've　never　felt　that　women　should　have　to　fight；　it　is　a　male's　business　to　protect　females　and　children。　But　a　female　should　be　able　to　fight　because　she　may　have　to。
　　
　　So　I　agreed；　but　we　had　to　change　the　rules。　Joe　and　I　had　been　working　out　by　dockside　rules…no　rules；　that　is；　save　that　I　didn't　tell　him　that　I　planned　not　to　do　him　any　permanent　damage　and　did　not　intend　to　let　him　give　me　anything　worse　than　bruises。　But　I　never　said　this…if　he　could　manage　it；　he　was　free　to　gouge　out　one　of　my　eyes　and　eat　it。　I　just　made　damn　sure　that　he　didn't。
　　
　　But　females　are　built　differently　from　males。　I　could　not　let　Llita　work　out　with　us　until　I　devised　a　plastron　to　protect　her　tits…necessary；　she　was　a　bit　oversized　in　that　department；　and　we　could　have　hurt　her　without　intending　to。　Then　I　told　Joe　privately　that　bruises　were　okay；　but　that　if　he　broke　one　of　her　bones；　I　would　break　one　of　his；　just　for　drill。
　　
　　But　I　put　no　restrictions　on　his　sister…and　I　underestimated　her；　she　was　twice　as　aggressive　as　he　was。　Untrained　but　fast…and　she　meant　business。
　　
　　The　second　day　we　worked　out　with　her；　not　only　was　she　wearing　that　plastron；　her　brother　and　I　were　wearing　jockstraps。　And　Llita　had　been　allowed　to　read　a　real　book　the　night　before。
　　
　　Joe　turned　out　to　have　talent　for　cooking；　so　I　encouraged　him　to　be　as　fancy　as　ship's　stores　permitted　while　crowding　her　to　bee　an　adequate　cook。　A　man　who　can　cook　can　support　himself　anywhere。　But　anyone；　male　or　female；　should　be　able　to　cook；　keep　house；　and　care　for　children。　I　hadn't　located　a　trade　for　Llita；　although　she　displayed　a　talent　for　mathematics　once　I　set　up　inducements　for　that；　too。　That　was　encouraging；　a　person　who　can　read　and　write　and　has　a　head　for　math　can　learn　anything　she　needs　to　know。　So　I　started　her　on　bookkeeping　and　accounting；　from　books；　not　helping　her；　and　required　Joe　to　learn　to　use　all　the　tools　the　ship　boasted…not　many；　mainly　maintenance　gear…and　supervised　him　closely；　I　didn't　want　him　losing　fingers　or　mining　tools。
　　
　　I　was　hopefuL　Then　the　situation　changed　（Circa　3；100　words　omitted）
　　
　　…easy　to　say　that　I　was　stupid。　I　had　raised　stock　and　a　good　many　children。　Being　ship's　surgeon　as　well　as　everything　else；　I　had　given　them　the　most　thorough　examinations　my　equipment　permitted　when　we　were　a　couple　of　days　out…quite　thorough　for　those　days；　I　had　not　practiced　medicine　after　leaving　Ormuzd　but　did　keep　my　sick　bay　stocked　and　equipped；　and　picked　up　the　latest　tapes　whenever　I　was　on　a　civilized　pla　and　studied　them　during　long　jumps。　I　was　a　good　jackleg　doctor；　Minerva。
　　
　　The　kids　were　as　healthy　as　they　looked；　aside　from　slight　dental　caries　in　him；　two　small　cavities。　I　noticed　that　the　factor's　allegation　about　her　was　correct…virgo　intacta；　semilunar　hymen；infrayed；　so　I　used　my　smallest　speculum。　She　neither　plained　nor　tensed　up　nor　asked　what　I　was　looking　for。　I　concluded　that　they　had　had　regular　checkups　and　other　medical　attention；　far　more　than　slaves　on　Blessed　usually　received。
　　
　　She　had　thirty…two　teeth　in　perfect　condition　but　could　not　tell　me　when　the　last　four　molars　had　erupted；　just　that　it　was　〃not　long　ago。〃　He　had　twenty…eight　teeth　and　so　little　space　in　his　jaw　for　adult　molars　that　I　anticipated　trouble。　But　X…ray　prints　showed　no　buds。
　　
　　I　cleaned　and　filled　the　cavities；　and　made　note　that　he　must　have　those　fillings　removed　and　the　tissue　regenerated　on　Valhalla；　and　be　inoculated　against　further　decay；　Valhalla　had　good　dentistry；　far　superior　to　what　I　could　do。
　　
　　Llita　could　not　tell　me　when　she　had　last　menstruated。　She　discussed　it　with　Joe；　he　tried　to　count　on　his　fingers　how　many　days　it　had　been　since　they　had　been　taken；　from　their　home　place；　as　they　agreed　that　it　was　before　that。　I　told　her　to　let　me　know　next　time　and　each　time；　so　that　I　could　determine　her　cycle。　I　gave　her　a　tin　of　napkins；　eme？gency　supplies　I　hadn't　known　I　had…must　have　been　in　the　ship　twenty　years。
　　
　　She　did　tell　me；　and　I　had　to　open　the　tin　for　her；　neither　of　them　knew　how。　She　was　delighted　with　the　little　elastic　panty　included　in　the　package；　and　often　wore　it　when　she　did　not　need　it；　as　〃dress　up。〃　The　kid　was　crazy　about　clothes；　as　a　slave　she　had　never　had　a　chance　to　pamper　her　vanity。　I　told　her　it　was　all　right　as　long　as　she　washed　it　every　time　she　wore　it…I　clamped　down　hard　on　cleanliness；　inspecting　their　ears；　sending　them　from　the　table　to　scrub　their　nails；　and　so　forth。　They　had　received　no　more　training　than　a　hog。　She　never　had　to　be　told　twice；　and　picked　on　him　and　made　sure　that　he　met　my　standards；　too。　I　found　myself　being　more　exacting　with　myself；　I　could　not　bring　dirty　fingernails　to　the　table　or　skip　a　shower　because　I　was　sleepy…I　had　set　the　standards　and　had　to　live　up　to　them。
　　
　　She　was　almost　as　unskilled　a　seamstress　as　she　was　a　cook；　but　she　taught　herself　because　she　liked　clothes。　I　dug　out　some　bright…colored　trade　cloth　and　let　her　have　fun…and　used　it　as　carrot…and…stick；　wearing　anything　became　a　privilege　that　depended　on　good　behavior。　I　put　a　stop　that　way…well；　mostly
　　
　　…to　her　nagging　her　brother。
　　
　　That　wouldn't　work　with　Joe；　clothes　did　not　interest　him…but　if　he　rated　it；　I　gave　him　more　of　a　working　over　during　exercise　period。　Seldom…he　was　not　the　problem　she　was。
　　
　　One　evening；　three　or　four　of　her　periods　later；　I　noticed　on　my　calendar　that　she　was　past　due…having　forgotten　the　matter。　Minerva；　I　never　walked　into　their　staterooms　without　knocking；　shipboard　life　required　such　privacy　as　can　be　managed…too　little；　that　is。
　　
　　Her　door　was　open；　and　her　room　was　empty。　I　tapped　on　his　door；　got　no　answer；　went　on；　looked　for　her　in　the　wardroom　and　galley；　even　in　our　little　gym。　I　decided　that　she　must　be　taking　a　bath　and　I　would　speak　to　her　in　the　morning。
　　
　　As　I　passed　his　stateroom　again　in　heading　back　to　my　cabin；　his　door　opened；　she　stepped　out　and　closed　it　behind　her。　I　said；　〃Oh；　there　you　are！〃　or　some　such。