Stranger in a Strange Land

"his" kitchen in the Nest. In the meantime a spoon, unassisted, continued to keel a big pot of spaghetti sauce.
                Shortly thereafter Jubal declined to be jockeyed into a seat at the head of a long table, grabbed one elsewhere. Patty sat at one end; the head chair remained vacant . . . except for an eerie feeling which Jubal suppressed that the Man from Mars was sitting there and that everyone present but himself could see him_whith was true only in some cases.
                Across the table from him was Dr. Nelson.
                Jubal discovered that he would have been surprised only if Dr. Nelson had not been present. He nodded and said, "Hi, Sven."
                "Hi, Doc. Share water."
                "Never thirst. What are you around here? Staff physician?" Nelson shook his bead. "Medical student."
                "So. Learn anything?"
                "I've learned that medicine isn't necessary."
                "If youda ast me, I coulda told yah. Seen Van?"
                "He ought to be in sometime late tonight or early tomorrow. His ship grounded today."
                "Does he always come here?" inquired Jubal.
                "Call him an extension student. He can't spend much time here."
                "Well, it will be good to see him. I haven't laid eyes on him for a year and half, about." Jubal picked up a conversation with the man on his right while Nelson talked with Dorcas on his right. Jubal noticed the same tingling expectancy at the table which he had felt before, but reinforced. Yet there was still nothing he could put his finger on_lust a quiet family dinner in relaxed intimacY. Once, a glass of water was passed all around the table, but, if there was ritual of words with it, they were spoken too low to carry. When it reached Jubal's placer he took a sip and passed it along to the girl on his left-round-eyed and too awed to make chit-chat with him-and himself said in a low voice, "I offer you water."
                She managed to answer, "I thank you for water, Fa- Jubal." That was almost the only word be got out of her. When the glass completed the cjtcUit, reaching the vacant chair at the head of the table, there was perhaps a half inch of water in it. It raised itself, poured, and the water disappeared, then the tumbler placed itself on the cloth. Jubal decided, correctly, that he had taken part in a group Sharing Water of the Innermost Temple . . . and probably in his honour-although it certainly was not even slightly like the Bacchallalhan revels he had thought accompamed such formal welcome of a brother. Was it because they were in strange surroundings? Or had he read into unexplicit reports what his own id wanted to find in those reports?
                Or had they simply toned it down to an ascetic formality out of deference to his age and opinions?
                The last seemed the most likely theory-and he found that it vexed him. Of course, he told himself, he was glad to be spared the need to refuse an invitation that he certainly did not want-and would not have relished at any age, his tastes being what they were.
                But just the same, damn it-"Don't anybody mention ice skating because Grandmaw is too old and frail for ice skating and it wouldn't be polite. Hulda, you suggest that we play checkers and we'll all chime in-Grandmaw likes checkers. And we'll go ice skating some other time. Okay, kids?"
                Jubal resented the respectful consideratiOn, if that was what it was- he would almost have preferred to have gone ice skating anyhow, even at the cost of a broken hip.
                But he decided to forget the matter, put it entirely out of mind, which he did with the help of the man on his right, who was as talkative as the girl on his left was not. His name, Jubal learned, was Sam, and presently he learned that Sam was a man of broad and deep scholarship, a trait Jubal valued in anyone when it was not mere parrot learning-and he grokked that in Sam it was not.
                "This setback is only apparent," Sam assured him. "The egg was ready to hatch and now we'll spread out. Of course we've had trouble; we'll go on having trouble-because no society, no matter how liberal its law may appear to be, will allow its basic concepts to be challenged with impunity. Which is exactly