He scolded shrilly while Calhoun unstrapped himself from the chair and when he looked out to see where they were. It was a week later when the Med ship—brought to the grid for repair and refueling—was ready for space again. The original landing-grid still stood, of course. But it was straddled and overwhelmed, huge as it was, by the utterly gigantic flying grid from Phaedra. There were not many ships aground, though. As Calhoun moved toward the control building, now connected by cable to the control quarters in the flying grid, one of the few ships remaining seemed to fall toward the sky. A second ship followed only seconds later. He went into the control building. Walker the elder, from Phaedra, nodded remotely as he entered. The younger Walker scowled at him. He had been in consultation with his father, and the atmosphere was one of great reserve. "Hm-m-m," said the elder Walker, gruffly. "What's the report?" "Fairly good," said Calhoun. "There was one lot of antibody that seems to have been a trifle under strength. But the general situation seems satisfactory. There'll be a few more cases of one thing and another, of course—cases that are incubating now. But they'll do all right on the antibody shots. They have so far, at any rate." He said to the younger Walker, "You did a very good job rounding up the thirteen-to-fifteen-year-olds to escort the fleet doctors and handle the patients for them. They took themselves very seriously. They were ideal for the job. Your young-warrior group—" "A lot of them," said young Walker dourly, "have taken to the woods. They swear they'll never give in!" "How about the girls?" Young Walker shrugged. "They're fluttering about and beginning to talk about clothes. When older women arrive there'll be dress-making—" "And the lads in the woods," said Calhoun, "will come out to fascinate, and be fascinated instead. Do you think there'll be really much trouble?" "No-o-o," said young Walker sourly. "Some of ... our younger crowd seem relieved to be rid of responsibility." "But," interposed the older Walker, gruffly, "he wants it. He thrives on it. He'll get it!" He hrrumphed. "The same with the others who showed what they could do here. We oldsters need them. We don't plan any ... ah ... reprisals."