e to go on the _Cape
Canaveral_; I'll take the _Peenemuende_ when she gets in. I'm glad
MacBride--Dr. Watson--is going to stop off. He'll be a big help. Don't
know what I'd have done without Ranjit Singh."

"That won't be till after the _Cape Canaveral_ gets back from Terra."

"No. That's why I'm waiting. Don't publish this, Walt, I don't want to
start any premature rumors that might end in disappointments, but I've
recommended immediate reclassification to Class III, and there may be
a Colonial Office man on the _Cape Canaveral_ when she gets in.
Resident-Agent, permanent. I hope so; he'll need a little breaking
in."

"I saw Tom Kivelson this morning," I said. "He seems to be getting
along pretty well."

"Didn't anybody at the hospital tell you about him?" Bish asked.

I shook my head. He cursed all hospital staffs.

"I wish military security was half as good. Why, Tom's permanently
injured. He won't be crippled, or anything like that, but there was
considerable unrepairable damage to his back muscles. He'll be able to
get around, but I doubt it he'll ever be able to work on a hunter-ship
again."

I was really horrified. Monster-hunting was Tom's whole life. I said
something like that.

"He'll just have to make a new life for himself. Joe says he's going
to send him to school on Terra. He thinks that was his own idea, but I
suggested it to him."

"Dad wants me to go to school on Terra."

"Well, that's a fine idea. Tom's going on the _Peenemuende_, along with
me. Why don't you come with us?"

"That would be great, Bish. I'd like it. But I just can't."

"Why not?"

"Well, they want Dad to be mayor, and if he runs, they'll all vote for
him. He can't handle this and the paper both alone."

"He can get help on both jobs."

"Yes, but ... Why, it would be years till I got back. I can't
sacrifice the time. Not now."

"I'd say six years. You can spend your voyage time from here cramming
for entrance qualifications. Schools don't bother about academic
credits any more; they're only interested in how much you know. You
take four years' regular college, and a year postgrading, and you'll
have all the formal education you'll need."

"But, Bish, I can get that here, at the Library," I said. "We have
every book on film that's been published since the Year Zero."

"Yes. And you'd die of old age before you got a quarter through the
first film bank, and you still wouldn't have an education. Do you know
which boo