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           "Well?whatareyougoingtodoaboutit,Jubal?"

           "Nothing.Justfret,that’sall."

           Mikestoredtheirconversationwithoutanyefforttogrokit.HerecognizedthesubjectasoneofuttersimplicityinhisownlanguagebutamazinglyslipperyinEnglish.Sincehisfailuretoachievemutualgrokkingonthissubject,evenwithhisbrotherMahmoud,withhisadmittedlyimperfecttranslationoftheall-embracingMartianconceptas:"ThouartGod,"behadsimplywaiteduntilgrokkingwaspossible.Heknewthatthewaitingwouldfructifyatitstime;hisbrotherJillwaslearninghislanguageandhewouldbeabletoexplainittoher.Theywouldgroktogether.

           Inthemeantimethesceneryflowingbeneathhimwasanever-endingdelight,andhewasfilledwitheagernessforexperiencetocome.Heexpected,orhoped,tomeetahumanOldOne.

           SenatorTomBoonewaswaitingtomeetthematthelandingflat."Howdy,folks!AndmaytheGoodLordblessyouonthisbeautifulSabbath.Mr.Smith,I’mhappytoseeyouagain.Andyou,too,Doctor."HetookhiscigaroutofhismouthandlookedatJill."Andthislittlelady–didn’tIseeyouatthePalace?"

           "Yes,Senator.I’mGillianBoardman."

           "Thoughtso,m’dear.Areyousaved?"

           "Uh,Iguessnot,Senator."

           "Well,it’snevertoolate.We’llbeveryhappytohaveyouattendtheseekers’serviceintheOuterTabernacle–I’llfindaGuardiantoguideyou.Mr.SmithandtheDocwillbegoingintotheSanctuary,ofcourse."TheSenatorlookedaround.