teachers, wizards, gurus in the mandarin network! When I was in thesatellite belt people who heard my voice said, âYouâre Scottish. Which part?â âEttrick,â said I. âEttrick?â said they, âDo you know the Crook Cots?â and because I had played with ye when we were bairns their respect for me doubled. Whenever crazy chemicals provoke a new virus â or maybe itâs the other way round, Iâm too ignorant to ken â the star seeders want the problem keyed into a mandarin web with at least one Crook Cot guru in it. Why should anyone with an ounce of intellectual talent train for a life of grievous bodily harm?â
âYou think we havenae the spunk for it Wat?â jeered a voice from somewhere and provoked scattered laughter.
âWattie,â said Archie pleasantly, âThereâs no use saying what our aunties told us this morning. Youâre a great soldier and have no illusions about fighting. Iâm a guru and donât think much of my job either. I enjoy playing mandarin on keyboards, spinning threads in a web of knowledge that will join the stars one day, but Iâm no immortal genius. Immortals talk to me like an equal because I know their language and they find me useful, but when my cousin Willie told me yesterday he was off to join the army I discovered I was an Ettrick patriot before anything else.â
â WHY? â said Wat sharply enough to quell thebeginnings of another cheer.
âFor fun,â said Archie and across the sea of heads Wat saw a toothy grin divide the round face of the squat figure on the horse, âI enjoyed spreading consternation through an eternal network which thought me a dependable unit. I like the amazement, admiration and grief my sisters, aunts and grannies now feel for me. But I most like astonishing myself. What! Will a guru like me drill for months in the martial arts and sleep in his cloak during forced marches over the hills? The notion is too fantastic to be resisted. Mibby Iâll crack under the strain. I doubt it. Weâll see.â
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The cheer which now arose was too loud to be quelled. Wat strolled up and down the platform waiting for it to fade. He noticed that the veterans and Boysâ Brigade captains now stood behind him in the formal groups he had meant to avoid, but now they would have looked silly seated so he gave them an approving nod. The more he thought about this renewal of the army the more exciting it seemed. When he again faced the crowd a small tight smile twisted his mouth. He silenced the fading din with a gesture and said, âThere is no law to stop any man in Ettrick joining us if heâs healthy and crazy enough to do it. If I triedto keep ye out now youâd think I wanted all the wee boys to myself. Go back to your homes and send your names and physical profiles here. If youâre fit youâll get word saying what to bring for your first term of training which, I promise, will be no picnic. Youâve seven days to change your minds while I work out a completely new training programme. Goodbye.â
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He turned his back on a new wave of cheering and went quickly into the mess where a fit of huge yawning seized him.
âYou need a rest, Colonel Dryhope,â murmured Jenny.
âRest and privacy, Jenny.â
âThe commanderâs quarters are ready for you sir,â said Jenny and led him from the mess into the communications room, led him from there by lift to an apartment he was visiting for the first time. The last man to use it had been his father.
FOUR
PUDDOCK PLOT
W AT WAKENED sitting on a lavatory pan, sure he had not been unconscious for more than a minute or two. On leaving the cubicle he could not at first remember where he was and why. Through clear walls on every side he saw hills, woods, lochs he had known from childhood. They were lit by familiar evening sunlight but in an order he