Certainly we are proud inside of the things we do and have
done, proud as Lucifer--yes, and prouder. But we have grown up, and no
longer talk about such things."
"I surrender," Joan cried. "You are not so stupid after all."
"Yes, you have us there," Tudor admitted. "But you wouldn't have had us
if you hadn't broken your training rules."
"How do you mean?"
"By talking about it."
Joan clapped her hands in approval. Tudor lighted a fresh cigarette,
while Sheldon sat on, imperturbably silent.
"He got you there," Joan challenged. "Why don't you crush him?"
"Really, I can't think of anything to say," Sheldon said. "I know my
position is sound, and that is satisfactory enough."
"You might retort," she suggested, "that when an adult is with
kindergarten children he must descend to kindergarten idioms in order to
make himself intelligible. That was why you broke training rules. It
was the only way to make us children understand."
"You've deserted in the heat of the battle, Miss Lackland, and gone over
to the enemy," Tudor said plaintively.
But she was not listening. Instead, she was looking intently across the
compound and out to sea. They followed her gaze, and saw a green light
and the loom of a vessel's sails.
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