"Justin isn"t a guest; he"s family. He"s my sister"s kissing cousin, so he"s mine, too. Logical? Q.E.D."
"I disdain to argue. Watch out for Teena, Justin; she"ll trap you."
"I find Athene"s reasoning not only logical but warmly pleasing. Thank you, my kissing cousin."
"I like you, Justin; you were sweet to my sister. Don"t worry about me trapping you; I don"t plan to accept a clone for at least a hundred years-first I"ve got to get this planet organized. So don"t wait up; you"ll see me in about a century. You"ll recognize me; I"ll look exactly like Minerva."
"But noisier."
"Lazarus, you say the sweetest things. Kiss him for me, twin sister."
"Let"s go, Minerva; Teena"s got me mixed up again."
"Just a moment, Lazarus, please. Ira? I made other arrangements through Ishtar but only tentatively . . not being sure of Justin"s wishes."
"Oh. I don"t know them either. Do you want me to ask him?"
"Uh . . yes."
"On your behalf?"
Minerva looked startled. Justin Foote looked puzzled. Athene said, "Let"s cut through the fog. Justin, Minerva was asking Ira whether or not you want her to find you a guest wife. Ira says he doesn"t know but will find out-then asked her if she was volunteering for the privilege. All clear? Justin, my sister is so new at being a flesh-and-blood that she sometimes isn"t sure of herself."
Lazarus reflected that he had not seen a girl blush-for that reason-for three centuries or more. Nor did the two men look at ease. He said reprovingly, "Teena, you are an excellent engineer . . and a lousy diplomat."
"What? Oh, nonsense. I saved them billions of nanoseconds."
"Shut up, dear; your circuits are scrambled. Justin, Minerva is almost certainly the only girl on this planet who could be fussed by Teena"s unhelpful help . . because she is probably the only one who shows any tendency to stick to one man."
The computer giggled.
"I told you to keep still," Lazarus said sternly.
Ira said quietly, "Minerva is a free agent, Lazarus."
"Who said she wasn"t? And you keep quiet, too, until the Senior-that"s me me, son-finishes speaking. Justin, Minerva will find you a dinner partner-has found one, I think. After that you are on your own. If you and your dinner partner don"t hit it off, no doubt you"ll be able to work out something else. Teena, I"m going to switch you off at the house tonight; I am uninviting you to dinner. You haven"t learned how to behave in company."
"Aw, Lazarus, I didn"t mean to steal your pig."
"Well-" Lazarus looked around. Ira"s face was impa.s.sive, Minerva looked unhappy. Justin Foote spoke up: "Senior, I"m sure Athene did not mean any harm. I do appreciate her declaring me her "kissing cousin"; I found it warmly friendly. I hope you will reconsider and let her join us at dinner."
"Very well, Teena; Justin has intervened for you. But between you and Dora and the twins I am beginning to need a gnarooth to ride herd on you kids. Justin. Minerva. Let"s go. Ira, Teena-see you at the house. Don"t waste time on that converter, Ira; Teena did a perfect job."
Outside the colonial headquarters Justin Foote found a nullboat waiting-not the one that had fetched him from the skyfield; this one had a pair of redheaded twins in it . . uh, girls, although they looked as if they had just recently made up their minds. Twelve, perhaps thirteen. Both were wearing gun belts on skinny hips, with what (he hoped) were toy guns. One was wearing captain"s insignia on bare shoulders. Each wore eleven thousand, three hundred, and two freckles as near as he could estimate.
Both jumped out of the boat, waited. One set of freckles said, "About time." The other said, "Discrimination."
Lazarus said, "Pipe down and be polite. Justin, these are my twin daughters-Lapis Lazuli, and that one"s Lorelei Lee. Mr. Justin Foote, dears, Chief Archivist for the Trustees."
The girls glanced at each other, then curtsied deeply in perfect unison. "Welcome to Tertius, Chief Archivist Foote!" they said in chorus.
"Charming!"
"Yes, girls, that was nice. Who taught you?"
"Mama Hamadryad taught us-"
"-and Mama Ishtar said this would be a good time to do it."
"But I"m Lori; she"s Lazi."
"You"re both lazy," said Lazarus.
"I"m Captain Lapis Lazuli Long, commanding Starship "Dora" and she"s my crew. Even-numbered day."
"Till tomorrow. Odd-numbered day."
"Lazarus can"t tell us apart-"
"-and he"s not our father; we never had one."
"He"s our brother, no real authority-"
"-he just dominates us by brute strength-"
"-but someday that will change."
"Into the boat, you mutinous h.e.l.lions," Lazarus said cheerfully, "before I bust you back to apprentice s.p.a.cemen."
They jumped into the boat, sat forward, facing aft. "Threats-"
"-with abusive language-"
"-and without due process."
Lazarus did not seem to hear them. He and Justin handed Minerva into the boat, seated her aft and facing forward; they took seats cornering her. "Captain Lazuli."
"Yes, sir?"
"Will you please tell the boat to take us home?"
"Aye aye, sir. Humpty Dumpty-homer!"
The little craft started up, hit a steady ten knots, waddling to changing contours of the ground. Lazarus said, "And now, Captain, having confused our guest, please straighten him out."
"Yes, sir. We"re not twins, we don"t even have the same mother-"
"-and Ol" Buddy Boy is not our father; he"s our brother."
"Even-numbered day!"
"Then make it march."
"Correction," said Lazarus. "I"m your father because I adopted you, with written consent of your mothers."
"Irrelevant-"
"-and illegal; it was not with our our consent-" consent-"
"-and immaterial in any case, as we three, Lazarus, Lorelei and I, are identical triplets and therefore enjoy the same rights under any rational jurisdiction . . which unfortunately this is not. So he beats us. Illegally and brutally."
"Captain, remind me to get a bigger club."
"Aye aye, sir. But we"re fond of Buddy Boy anyhow, despite his masochos.a.d.i.s.tic behavior. Because he"s really us. You see?"
"Miss-Captain, I mean-I"m not sure I do. I think I slid through a s.p.a.ce warp on the way here and failed to come out."
The even-numbered-day captain shook her head. "Sorry, sir, but that"s not possible. I must ask you to take my word for it . . unless you can handle imperial numbers and Libby field-physics. Can you?"
"No. Can you?"
"Oh, certainly-"
"-we"re geniuses."
"Quit trying to snow him, kids, and belay that order. I"ll explain it myself."
"I wish you would, Lazarus. I wasn"t aware that you had any minor children. Or sisters, which I find even more confusing. Are they registered? While I can"t see everything that goes into the files, for many years there has been an automatic relay to my attention on anything concerning the Senior."
"Which I knew and that"s why you didn"t see it. Registered, yes, but by their mothers" names-host-mothers, actually, but not so reported. But I left a Delay-Mail sealed registration of the actual genealogy involved, to be opened by you or your successor on my death or in year 2070 of the Diaspora, whichever comes first, to insure that they will receive certain knickknacks, such as my second-best bed-"
"And the "Dora"!"
"Pipe down. Keep b.u.t.ting in and your sister gets the "Dora" and you won"t be captain even on alternate days. I picked that date, Justin, because I expect them to be adults by then; they really are geniuses. I will not attempt time travel until then, as they are captain and crew of my yacht-only while groundside now but in s.p.a.ce by then. As to how they are my sisters-and they are-an illegal-proscribed, rather, by Secundus Clinic-a clandestine surgical procedure was used to clone them from me. Somewhat like Minerva"s case, but simpler."
"Much simpler," agreed Minerva. "I operated for me, when I was still a computer-and failed seventeen times before I achieved a perfect clone. I couldn"t do it now, although Athene would be able to. But our girls were cloned by a flesh-and-blood surgeon-replication of the X chromosome was all that was necessary-and did it in both cases in one try; Laz and Lor were born the same day."
"Mmm-Yes, I think that Madam Director Doctor Hildegarde would take a sour view of such things. With no reflections on the lady"s professional competence-high, I a.s.sume -I find her a bit, uh, conservative."
"Murderess."
"Primitive totalitarian."
"Three times over-"
"-for what right has she she to say that to say that we we can"t exist-" can"t exist-"
"-or Minerva. Crypto-criminal mind!"
"That"s enough, girls; you"ve made your point, you don"t like her."
"She would have murdered you, too, Ol" Buddy Boy."
"Lori, I said that was enough. Stipulated that, if Nelly Hildegarde"s policies had been carried out, I wouldn"t be here, you wouldn"t be here, Laz wouldn"t be here, nor would Minerva. But she"s not a "murderess," as all four of us are are here." here."
"And I am delighted," Justin Foote commented. "To have three charming young ladies added to our Families through breaking rules proves something I have long suspected: Rules serve best when broken."
"A wise man-"
"-and with dimples, too. Mr. Foote, would you like to marry me and my sister?"
"Say "Yes"! She can cook, but I"m cuddly."
Minerva said, "Stop it, girls."
"Why? Have you got him staked out already? Was that why we couldn"t come in? Mr. Foote, Minerva is Mama Pro Tern to us by edict-"
"-which is patently unfair-"
"-as she is actually years and years younger than we are-"
"-and it gives us three mothers to dodge instead of the regulation one."
"Belay that," Lazarus ordered. "Both of you can cook, but neither of you is very cuddly."
"Then why do you cuddle us, Buddy Boy?"
"-suppressed incestuous yearning perhaps?"
"Merde. Because you both are immature, insecure, and frightened."
The redheads looked at each other. "Lori?"
"I heard it. Unless I"m hallucinating."
"No, I heard it, too."
"Is it time to cry?"
"We"d better save it. Mr. Foote wouldn"t want to see how our Buddy Boy goes all to pieces when we cry."
"We"ll save it. That makes two cries and a chin quivering he"s got coming. Unless Mr. Foote would like to see it."
"Would you, Mr. Foote?"