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           Harshaw!We’llclearthissideofthetable.I’ll-Well,I’lldosomething.It’syours."

           "That’sbetter."ButHarshawremainedpoisedtogetup."Butwhere’stheflagofMars?Andhowabouthonors?"

           "I’mafraidIdon’tunderstandyou."

           "NeverseenadaywhenIhadsomuchtroublewithplainEnglish.Look-SeethatFederationBannerbackofwheretheSecretaryisgoingtosit?Where’stheonelikeitoverhere,forMars?"

           LaRueblinked."Imustadmityou’vetakenmebysurprise.Ididn’tknowtheMartiansusedflags."

           "Theydon’t.Butyoucouldn’tpossiblywhopupwhattheyuseforhighstateoccasions."(AndneithercouldI,boy,butthat’sbesidethepoint.)"Sowe’llletyouoffeasyandtakeanattemptforthedeed.Pieceofpaper,Miriam–now,likethis."Harshawdrewarectangle,sketchedinitthetraditionalhumansymbolforMars,acirclewithanarrowleadingoutfromittotheupperright"MakethefieldinwhiteandthesigilofMarsinred–shouldbesewedinbuntingofcourse,butwithacleansheetandabucketofpaintanyBoyScoutcouldimproviseoneintenminutes.WereyouaScout?"

           "Uh,sometimeago."

           "Good.ThenyouknowtheScout’smotto.Nowabouthonors–maybeyou’recaughtunpreparedthere,too,eh?Youexpecttoplay‘HailtoSovereignPeace’astheSecretarycomesin?"

           "Oh,wemust.It’sobligatory."

           "Thenyou’llwanttofollowitwiththeanthemforMars."

           "Idon’tseehowIcan.Eveniftherewereone?wedon’thaveit.Dr.