Since just after theRevolution, Rigel said. They didn’t move from here until about thirty yearsago.

Phædrus waited for Rigelto go on but he didn’t say any more.

A cold draft hit as thedoor opened and a large crowd came in. One of them waved at Rigel. Rigel noddedback.

Do you know him?Phædrus asked.

He’s from Toronto,Rigel said.

Who is he?

I’ve raced against him,Rigel said. They’re all Canadians. They come down at this time of year.

One Canadian wore a redsweater, a second had a blue Navy watchcap cocked back on his head and a thirdwore a bright green jacket. They all moved together in a way that indicatedthey knew each other very well but did not know this place at all. They had anoutdoorsy exuberance, like some visiting hockey team.

Now he remembered he hadseen them before, in Oswego, on a large boat called the Karma, and they hadseemed a little clannish.

They act like they don’tthink much of this place, Capella said.

They just want to getsouth, Rigel said.

There’s something aboutthem though, Capella said. Like they don’t approve of what they see.

Well, I approve ofthat, Rigel said.

What do you mean?Capella asked.

They’re moral people,Rigel said. We could use a little of that.

One of the Canadians whohad been studying jukebox selections had pushed some buttons and lights nowradiated from it and rotated around the room.

A blast of noise hitthem. The speaker was set way too loud. Phædrus tried to say something toCapella. Capella cupped his hand to his ear and laughed. Phædrus threw up hishands and they both sat back and listened and drank their ale.