season on noxious planet Ploor, the information would still not have seemed important to either of them—then. "Anything else we ought to discuss before night?" The older Lensman went on without a break. "Not that I know of." "You said your Release was a shock. Ready for another one?" "I can't think of a harder one. I'm braced—blast!" "I have turned the office over to Vice Co-ordinator Maitland for the duration. I am authorized to tell you that Worsel, Nadreck, Tregonsee, and I have resumed our Unattached status and, while conducting our own various investigations, will be holding ourselves ready at all times for your call." "That is a shock, sir. Thanks. I hadn't expected ... it's really overwhelming. And you said something about commiserating me?" Kit lifted his red-thatched head—all of Clarrissa's children had inherited her startling hair—and gray eyes stared level into eyes of gray. "In a sense, yes. You'll understand later. Well, you'd better go hunt up Chris and the kids. After the festivities are over—" "I'd better cut them, hadn't I?" Kit asked, eagerly. "Don't you think it'd be better for me to get started right away?" "Not on your life!" Kinnison demurred, positively. "Do you think that I want that mob of strawberry blondes to snatch me bald-headed? You're in for a large day and evening of lionization, so take it like a man. As I was about to say, as soon as the brawl is over tonight we'll all board the Dauntless and do a flit for Klovia, where I'll fit you out with everything you want. Until then, son—" Two big hands gripped. "But I'll be seeing you around the Hall!" Kit exclaimed. "You can't—" "No, I can't dodge the lionizing, either," Kinnison grinned, "but we won't be in a sealed and shielded room. So, son ... I'm proud of you." "Right back at you, big fellow—and thanks a million." Kit strode out and, a few minutes later, the Co-ordinator did likewise. The "brawl," which was the gala event of the Tellurian social year, was duly enjoyed by all the Kinnisons. The Dauntless made an uneventful flight to