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"_Do!_ It scared the hell out of me--that creature shaking all over and
Gail screaming. At first I didn't know what had happened. Then I saw
that _thing_ flopping around on the front seat and I screamed and threw
it out of the window. And then I noticed Hi-nin's wrist, or whatever
you call it. I said, 'Oh, God, I _knew_ you'd get us in trouble!' But
the creature didn't say anything. He just sat there. And I let the
other children off and brought Hi-nin to you because I didn't want to
get involved with that Mrs. Baden."
"And Gail?"
"She seemed all right. She just climbed in the back with the other
children and pretty soon they were all laughing."
"And all that time little Hi-nin.... Regina, didn't you even pat him or
hold him or kiss it for him or anything?"
"_Kiss_ it!"
At that moment Mrs. His-tara came in, with Mrs. Baden and a doctor
behind her. I should have known. Mrs. Baden didn't leave people to
fight battles alone.
Mrs. His-tara looked at Mrs. Baden, but Mrs. Baden only nodded and
smiled encouragingly at her.
* * * * *
The doctor was gently pulling the needle out of Gail's vein. The room
was silent. Even Gail sat large-eyed and solemn.
"Mrs. Crowley," Mrs. His-tara began, obviously dragging each word up
with great effort, "would it be accurate to tell my son that Gail has
received no hurt from him? We must, you see, prepare him for the Return
Home."
Regina looked around at us and at Gail. She hadn't dared let herself
look at Mrs. His-tara yet.
"Doctor!" Regina called suddenly. "Look at Gail's mouth!"
Even from where I was, I could see it. A scaly growth along both lips.
"That's a temporary effect of the serum," the doctor said. "We tried an
antitoxin before we decided to change the blood. It is nothing to worry
about."
"Oh."
"Mrs. Crowley," Mrs. His-tara began again, "it is much to ask, but at
such a moment, much is required. If you could come yourself, and if
Gail could endure to be carried...."
But Gail did, indeed, look queer, and she stretched out her arms not to
her mother but to Mrs. His-tara.
"The tides," Mrs. His-tara said, "have cast us up a miracle."
She gathered Gail into the boneless cradle of her curved arms.
Regina took her sunglasses out of her purse and hid her eyes. "Mind
your own damned business," she told Mrs. Baden and me.
"It _is_ our damned business," I whispered to Mrs. Baden, and she held
my arm as we followed Regina down the hall.
Mrs. His-tara threaded her way through a cordon of other Hisereans who
must have been flown in for the occasion. I couldn't see the children,
but I could hear them.
"Him cold!" said Gail. "Him scared!"
"He's scared of you," Regina said. "We're sorry, Gail. Tell him we're
sorry. We didn't understand."
Gail laughed. A loud and healthy laugh.
"Gail sorry," she said. "Me thought you was to eat."
There was a small sound. I thought it was from Hi-nin and I held Mrs.
Baden's hand as though it were my only link to a sane world.
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