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Chapter 12. Expelled
We had all meant to go home again. Indeed we had NOT meant --not by any means--to
stay as long as we had. But when it came to being turned out, dismissed, sent away for
bad conduct, we none of us really liked it.
Terry said he did. He professed great scorn of the penalty and the trial, as well as all
the other characteristics of "this miserable half-country." But he knew, and we knew, that
in any "whole" country we should never have been as forgivingly treated as we had been
"If the people had come after us according to the directions we left, there'd have been
quite a different story!" said Terry. We found out later why no reserve party had arrived.
All our careful directions had been destroyed in a fire. We might have all died there and
no one at home have ever known our whereabouts.
Terry was under guard now, all the time, known as unsafe, convicted of what was to
them an unpardonable sin.
He laughed at their chill horror. "Parcel of old maids!" he called them. "They're all old
maids--children or not. They don't know the first thing about Sex."
When Terry said SEX, sex with a very large S, he meant the male sex, naturally; its
special values, its profound conviction of being "the life force," its cheerful ignoring of
the true life process, and its interpretation of the other sex solely from its own point of
I had learned to see these things very differently since living with Ellador; and as for
Jeff, he was so thoroughly Herlandized that he wasn't fair to Terry, who fretted sharply in
his new restraint.
Moadine, grave and strong, as sadly patient as a mother with a degenerate child, kept
steady watch on him, with enough other women close at hand to prevent an outbreak. He
had no weapons, and well knew that all his strength was of small avail against those grim,
quiet women.
We were allowed to visit him freely, but he had only his room, and a small high-
walled garden to walk in, while the preparations for our departure were under way.
Three of us were to go: Terry, because he must; I, because two were safer for our
flyer, and the long boat trip to the coast; Ellador, because she would not let me go
without her.
If Jeff had elected to return, Celis would have gone too--they were the most absorbed
of lovers; but Jeff had no desire that way.