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On the arduous trek back, through that first great storm, through the snow line, through the rain forest, hot and humid, Ed thought of the giant, back up there where the air was thin and pure. So young, so naïve to believe she could reason with the likes of Prudence Egan. Driven by guilt for putting her beloved guardians life in jeopardy in the first place. Seeking a measure of atonement. "Thanks," she said. Tears started to run down her face. She took the piece of paper and walked off. Mangon slowed down as they approached a side road. Two hundred yards away on their left a small pink-washed cabin stood on a dune overlooking one of the stockades. They drove up to it, turned into a circular concrete apron below the cabin and backed up against one of the unloading bays, a battery of red-painted hydrants equipped with manifold gauges and release pipes running off into the stockade. This was only twenty feet away at its nearest point, a forest of door-shaped baffles facing each other in winding corridors, like a set from a surrealist film. I laughed.How could that be? It worked, didnt it? Even Algernon is still smart. "Wholl know?" How strange it is that people of honest feelings and sensibility, who would not take advantage of a man born without arms or legs or eyes— how such people think nothing of abusing a man born with low intelligence. It infuriated me to think that not too long ago I, like this boy, had foolishly played the clown. Go on. I swore I would bone up. I promised to devote myself. She could not be moved. These words were said with a first-grade teachers kind and crisis-easing voice. I narrowed my eyes against his belligerent tone. "So youre gonna quit at last. Can you finish out the week?" But I had never used it on a man, and it was five years since I had practiced. I was out of shape, I knew, but I tried hard to force my mindtsuki no kokoro, like the moon, reflecting the all of Ontro. The one condition Sabina had placed on her willingness to investigate was that her friend agree to the company of an unobtrusive bodyguard. Amity had reluctantly done so. If Sabina was fortunate, Elizabeth would become that bodyguard. Ed froze, even though he knew he was perfectly concealed by the deep shadows of the high cliff behind him. She was still looking directly at him, and then, slowly her hand came up. She waved. He had the grace to blush; I never thought Id ever see a surgeon blush. He wanted to touch Luana, but I led him into the patio, rubbing mushroom off my hands. I even had her in my hair. I stopped wiping her off; somehow it seemed a sacrilege. Her flesh was only slightly moist, pleasantly taut, excellent for subtlety with the knife. Dr. Mannfried picked a piece from my hair and stupidly said, " ... its springy." First problems of post-consciousness humanity. First dancing..
