The captain of the band turned to study him, folding his arms across his chest so that biceps swelled into greatness and power. They glinted in the light of the tiny lantern bound to his forehead, the glow lantern that only fully accredited warriors might wear. After a while, the older man shook his head and said, very gently: "Eric, Eric, forget about it, boy. He was all of those things and more. Your father was famous. Eric the Storeroom-Stormer, we called him, Eric the Laugher at Locks, Eric the Roistering Robber of all Mankind. He taught me everything I know. But he only married once. And if any other woman ever played around with him, she's been careful to keep it a secret. Now dress up those spears. You've let them get all sloppy. Butts together, that's the way, points up and even with each other." * * * * * Dutifully, Eric rearranged the bundle of armament that was his responsibility. He turned to his uncle again, now examining the knapsacks and canteens that would be carried on the expedition. "Suppose there had been another woman. My father could have had two, three, even four litters by different women. Extra-large litters too. If we could prove something like that, I wouldn't be a singleton any more. I would not be Eric the Only." The Trap-Smasher sighed and thought for a moment. Then he pulled the spear from his back sling and took Eric's arm. He drew the youth along the burrow until they stood alone in the very center of it. He looked carefully at the exits at either end, making certain that they were completely alone before giving his reply in an unusually low, guarded voice. "We'd never be able to prove anything like that. If you don't want to be Eric the Only, if you want to be Eric the something-else, well then, it's up to you. You have to make a good Theft. That's what you should be thinking about all the time now--your Theft. Eric, which category are you going to announce?" He hadn't thought about it very much. "The usual one I guess. The one that's picked for most initiations. First category." The older man brought his lips together, looking dissatisfied. "First category. _Food._ Well...." Eric felt he understood. "You mean, for someone like me--an Only, who's really got to make a name for himself--I ought to announce like a real warrior? I should say I'm going to steal in the second category--Articles Useful to Mankind. Is that what my father would have done?" "Do you know what your father would have done?" "No. What?" Eric demanded eagerly. "He'd have elected the third category. That's what I'd be announcing these days, if I were going through an initiation ceremony. That's what I want you to announce." "Third category? Monster souvenirs? But no one's elected the third category in I don't know how many auld lang synes. Why should I do it?" "Because this is more than just an initiation ceremony. It could be the beginning of a new life for all of us."