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Clancy said, "Taberah, have you been to the pool at all?"
Taberah said, "Pool? Why? To drink?"
"No, to swim, silly!"
Taberah stiffened and said, "I swam once, when I fell from a bridge. I don't like swimming."
Clancy said, "Will you come along? You don't have to go in the water. We can hang out on the deck if you want. The pool will close before too long; it's not so warm."
Taberah was careful not to sit too close to the water's edge; falling in once had been plenty for him. He watched the others with trepidation, and tried to grasp that they were in the water for pleasure's sake, and did not need to be rescued. The swimsuits gave him a shock as well. He had finally gotten adjusted to the fact that these people were not used to being naked, and seeing trunks and bikinis was a bizarre sight to him.
Fiona climbed out of the water and sat down on the chair next to Taberah; Clancy was on the other side, whistling a bird song to the robin on the lines overhead. Fiona told Clancy, "You know, it's been a long time since we role played."
Taberah asked, "What is role play?"
Fiona said, "It's -- you'll see. But you'll have to make a character. Role playing is in this semi."
Taberah asked, "What is a semi?"
Fiona thought for a moment and said, "Semi-decade. People used to not be conscious of what era they were in, and then they were conscious of the century, and then they thought of what decade they were in, and now it's the 5 year semi-decade."
Taberah wondered why people would be time-conscious in that way, and why the era would be that short, but was beginning to understand that certain things were wiser not to ask. He said, "I want to be a minstrel."
Fiona said, "My character is a Jane-of-all-trades named Deborah. Clancy is GMing, uh, game mastering."
Clancy said, "You are both in a forest; your ship has crashed. There is a spring of water nearby. You hear sounds like footprints nearby."
Fiona said, "Do the footprints sound human or animal?"
Clancy said, "You can't tell for sure, but there is an animal quality about them."
Fiona said, "I'm going to get my laser gun out."
Clancy said, "What are you going to do, Taberah?"
Taberah hesitated and said, "Can I hide and nock an arrow?"
Clancy said, "Yes.
"You see a huge bear on a chain. At the other end of the chain is a massive man in a rags."
Fiona said, "I am going to say 'Hello.'"
Clancy said, "He does not seem to recognize the word, and there is uncertainty on his face."
Taberah said, "I am going to put back my bow and arrow, and take my harp, and begin to sing."
Clancy paused, and said, "The bear sits and listens; the man does, too."
Taberah said, "I am going to take out some of my food and feed it."
Clancy said, "Both bear and man seem pleased at the food. The man looks at you longingly, and starts to walk into the woods."
Taberah said, "I'm going to follow him."
Fiona said, "I'll follow, too."
Clancy said, "He gets to a cave; upon following him in, it takes some time for your eyes to adjust to the twilight. The cave is a crude environment, with assorted items around."
Fiona said, "Such as?"
Clancy said, "Some burnt-out transformers, an oddly shaped granite bowl, a corroded lamp, and some empty containers."
Taberah asked, "Are the containers usable?"
Clancy said, "No; they were disposable containers. They --"
A voice from the pool shouted, "Hey, Kinsella! Want to join us in a game of Marco Polo?"
Clancy shouted, "Not now! I'm entertaining someone."
Fiona said, "What is in his eyes when he looks at us? What is in his eyes when he looks at me?"
Clancy said, "Fear, suspicion, hope, disbelief, a forlorn longing."
Fiona asked, "Does he want to be with our civilization?"
Clancy said, "He wished that at one time. He is now uncertain about what he desires."
Mist came into Taberah's eyes. Fiona turned to him and said, "What is it, Taberah? Is something bothering you?"
Taberah said, "No. There is something about man that --"
Fiona sat silently, waiting.
Taberah said, "Before I left medieval time, that was home. Now, even if I return to it, it is not home. I am part of this time now, and at times I let Heaven be my home, and at times I find Heaven, but other times -- I am learning not to be in this state, but it catches me."
Fiona wrapped her arms around Taberah, and said, "Honey, why don't you come home? We can be with you while you heal."
Taberah got up, and joined Clancy in heading for the locker room.
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