“Doctrine!” Butler was shocked. “We have no doctrine. We are not one of those heathen churches with claims to 'divine’ guidance. We’re simply listeners to Cavesword. That’s all. He was the first to tell the plain truth and, naturally, we honor him but there is no doctrine even though he guides us the way a good father does his children.” “I am very old,” I said in my best dying-fall voice. “You must remember that when you are with me you are in the company of a man who was brought up in the old ways, who uses Christian terms from time to time. I was thirty when Cave began his mission. I am, as a matter of fact, nearly the same age as Cave himself if he were still alive.” This had its calculated effect. Butler looked at me with some awe. “Golly!” he said. “It doesn’t really seem possible, does it? Of course there’re still a few people around who were alive in those days but I don’t know of anybody who actually _saw_ Cave. You did tell me you saw him?” “Once only.” “Was he like the telecasts?” “Oh yes. Even more effective, I think.” “He was big of course, six feet one inch tall.” “No, he was only about five feet eight inches, a little shorter than I....” “You must be mistaken because, according to all the texts, he was six feet one.” “I saw him at a distance of course. I was only guessing.” I was amused that they should have seen fit to change even Cave’s stature. “You can tell he was a tall man from the telecasts.” “Do they still show them?” “Still show them! They’re the main part of our weekly Get-togethers. Each Residency has a complete library of Cave’s telecasts, one hundred eight including the last. Each week, a different one is shown by the Resident’s staff and the Resident himself, or someone assigned by him, discusses the message.” “And they still hold up after fifty years?” “Hold up? We learn more from them each year. You should see all the books and lectures on Cavesword ... several hundred important ones which we have to read as part of our communication duties, though they’re not for the laymen. We discourage nonprofessionals from going into such problems, much too complicated for the untrained mind.” “I should think so. Tell me, is there any more trouble with the idolators?” Butler shook his head. “Just about none. They were licked when the parochial schools were shut down. That took care of Catholicism. Of course there were some bad times. I guess you know all about them.”