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Chapter 16
Raych was listening with an agonized impatience that he was trying not to show. He was sitting in an improvised cell, deep in the warrens of Billibotton, having been accompanied through alleys he no longer remembered. (He, who in the old days could have threaded those same alleys unerringly and lost any pursuer.)
    The man with him, clad in the green of the Joranumite Guard, was either a missionary, a brainwasher, or a kind of theologian-manque. At any rate, he had announced his name to be Sander Nee and he was delivering a long message in a thick Dahlite accent that he had clearly learned by heart.
    "If the people of Dahl want to enjoy equality, they must show themselves worthy of it. Good rule, quiet behavior, seemly pleasures are all requirements. Aggressiveness and the bearing of knives are the accusations others make against us to justify their intolerance. We must be clean in word and-"
    Raych broke in. "I agree with you, Guardsman Nee, every word. But I must see Mr. Joranum."
    Slowly the guardsman shook his head. "You can't 'less you got some appointment, some permission."
    "Look, I'm the son of an important professor at Streeling University, a mathematics professor."
    "Don't know no professor. -I thought you said you was from Dahl."
    "Of course I am. Can't you tell the way I talk?"
    "And you got an old man who's a professor at a big University? That don't sound likely."
    "Well, he's my foster father."
    The guardsman absorbed that and shook his head. "You know anyone in Dahl?"
    "There's Mother Rittah. She'll know me." (She had been very old when she had known him. She might be senile by now-or dead.)
    "Never heard of her."
    (Who else? He had never known anyone likely to penetrate the dim consciousness of this man facing him. His best friend had been another youngster named Smoodgie-or at least that was the only name he knew him by. Even in his desperation, Raych could not see himself saying: "Do you know someone my age named Smoodgie?")
    Finally he said, "There's Yugo Amaryl."
    A dim spark seemed to light Nee's eyes. "Who?"
    "Yugo Amaryl," said Raych eagerly. "He works for my foster father at the University."
    "He a Dahlite, too? Everyone at the University Dahlites?"
    "Just he and I. He was a heatsinker."
    "What's he doing at the University?"
    "My father took him out of the heatsinks eight years ago."
    "Well- I'll send someone."
    Raych had to wai............
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