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"Of course I have-but what has that got to do with the price of orksts in un'statland."

"Plenty. Neither intuitions nor hunches can be explained." "Of course not; they're . . . "
Beginning to see where the man was heading, she broke off.

"Yeah," he said. "So-called 'psionics' does contain a lot of squank. But after the squank
is shucked off, there is a residuum of truth that has never been explained. That truth is
what we're going after. X-storms-they can't be explained, either. What do you know
about X-storms in comparison with magnetic storms."

"Oh?" she asked, startled. "Oh. Nothing at all, compared to your specialized knowledge.
Just that the College has been studying them for ages and hasn't-oh-oh! I see. Since a
strictly orthodox-what you'd call a hidebound-approach has failed completely, you think
that even such a wildly unorthodox one as psionics should be tried."

"You're a smart girl, sweetheart." This was an understatement of the first magnitude, and
Rodnar now knew it. "But all I can say is a variant of what I said before, no possibility
whatever is excluded.

"And that's enough. I told you I'd studied you intensively, but some corollary data didn't
click into place until just now. . . . You, one of the top techs of all civilization, eating out of
the same dish with Marrjyl of Orm and Knuaire of Spath . . . she being a Designer
First-and that doesn't apply to clothes-and he a Theoretician First and probably the
greatest mathematician now alive. . . . Well, I don't want to know anymore, my dear; I
may know a little too much already . . . so there's just one more question. Will you swear
on your honor and by your status not to work against Sonrathendak Ranjak as Supreme
Grand Justice."

"I'll do better than that, Your Beauty." He raised his right hand. "I swear on my honor mid
by my status to support Sonrathendak Ranjak in office as Supreme Grand Justice of the
Justiciate."

"Oh, thanks, Rod-that's wonderful! I'll get your Institute for Advanced Study stuff going
through the mill right away. . . . " She paused; and, eyes holding eyes, they went
carefully but very meaningfully into each other's arms. . . .

"How would it be?" he asked finally, "for me to come back after quitting time and take
you up to the Eyrie for a primeorkst-steak supper and take you home, after."

"I'd love it! The Eyrie, anyway-about the taking home part, not unless we absolutely. . . .
" She broke off as the tiny light lit up again and the soft-voiced buzzer again sounded.
"Oh, drat! I'll bet that's that odious hyena of a doctor!" And it was.


III - THE INSTITUTE FOR ADVANCED STUDY

The First Secretary had given Rodnar a really choice office. It was as high up as the
Games-master's and it, too, was pressurized and overlooked the ocean. Also, since it
had to seat more people, it was larger. Being larger, its works of art were of greater