"Elanane!" she called as she approached her brother, who must be near Guy. He looked around to see who he might be--and when he looked back at her to get another "fix" on the line of her sight, to better follow her intended course, he found himself hurled back three steps as the girl ran, without stopping, right into him. She hurled herself at Guy hungrily, and hugged him until he felt his ribs complaining. He grunted, and she stepped back to inspect him. "I knew you wouldn't miss it," she said. She was deliriously happy and went right on talking with the appearance of one who has had no one to talk to for several years. "I was worried--you worried me, Elanane. I actually thought you'd miss your sister's graduation, and I'll only graduate once. But you didn't." Guy took the wise course. He said nothing. A protestation would have caused comment and questioning as to his real identity. An acceptance of the masquerade would set him up even afterwards as a liar and an open fake. He decided to brazen it out and hope for an opening that would permit him to get away without exciting more comment. He wondered what her name was. A man should know his own sister's name. "--ill, they told me. Unable to visit me. Elanane, you look the soul of health!" Guy decided that an answer was necessary and he wondered about the tone of his voice and the characteristics of his speech. They would give him away. But a short, precise answer might not. "I've had a sore throat," he said. He hoped that would explain the differences in tonal range. "_Pooh!_ Couldn't have been bad at all." "They thought so." "Why, you're not even hoarse!" Guy decided that she was so elated at her brother's presence that anyone could sell her a bill of goods. "I'm not?" "Not in the least. I don't think you were ill at all. You've been running all over Ertene again, Elanane, trying to make people think you are a vagrant, and trying to get honest information out of them. You should be ashamed, not trusting us!" Guy Maynard felt a bit of worry. He began to wonder several things, among which were the answers to the questions of: One, was he completely insane; two: was he Guy Maynard, Elanane, or the reincarnation of Haroun El-Raschid; and three: how was he going to get out of this? He decided then that the first was possible, the last desirable, and the second highly questionable. A bit of Terra's own private humor reared its horned head in Guy's mind and the forked tail glinted impishly over the ruddy forehead as the devil winked at him. Guy felt a hand-shaking acquaintance with the devil at that moment and decided to have something to remember, at least.