"Yeah," said Jean. "And remember, Frenchy, no kids." Nine months later, Laurent, Jr., was born. Before the blessed event, Laurent went to Jarth Rolan with a complaint. "She can't do it, work twelve hours a day now. You have to change the rules. By gar, if my wife die 'count of this, I goin' kill you, Jarth Rolan." Jarth Rolan waltzed about nervously, biting his fingernails. "No, we do not want her to have trouble. No. She will need proper rest. There is a meeting of the highest group council right now, concerning this. Others have the same problem. But yes, I will relieve her of work without waiting for the council's decision. Tell your wife to stay home, Laurent, until the baby is born." Laurent pushed his luck. "And after that, too. A kid got to have a mother. I do the work for three, you let my wife take care of the family." "Oh, this _is_ a problem!" Jarth Rolan rubbed his fingers unhappily over his bald scalp. "Some of the other females are in the same condition. But it is like planting a crop--one labors hard at the beginning to reap a great harvest later. We will work this out." The next day, fifteen articles amending the code arrived and were posted. Laurent read happily. "Now," he said to Jean, "it is the law. You will stay home and have the baby." "'And for such further period'," she read, "'as is considered necessary.' You sure told him off, Frenchy." She squeezed his arm affectionately and his chest went out a little. "And remember," she said, "this is the last one." "Look at this rule," said Sam. "All kids must be educated. I'm only--" he winked at them--"thirteen. It's off the job and back to school for me." Laurent blinked. "By gar, Sam, I think you been shaving pretty near as long as I am. But if Jarth Rolan ask me, I say I know Sam is thirteen." Jarth Rolan came along to explain the amendments. "We don't want the slaves to be ignorant. Oh, no. It will be worth extra effort and expense to reap the harvest. The slaves will work at many specialized tasks. Even personal servants will read and write letters and help at business and keep accounts--yes, indeed. We must assign some slaves to teaching." * * * * * About the time Laurent, Jr., started school, Laurent led a delegation to Jarth Rolan. "We got some complaint to make. These food servings pretty small lately. We work hard, we have to eat more." Jarth Rolan's facial skin had developed wrinkles, though the galactics' life span was comparable to a human's and he was only about forty. He fidgeted. "I am sorry--oh, yes. Sorry. There have been delays in food shipments--the same trouble all over. Too many excused from the work force, you know. Most of the women are pregnant or have children, and teachers and special assignments--but things will improve, believe me. Yes. You will soon find an improvement. Yes--very soon." The delegation talked it over outside Jarth Rolan's house.