"The young man doesn't need your representation, Dunworth! He will be well cared for. Don't try to cause trouble for the church again! Didn't you get enough last time?" Samuel turned to see Speaker King, one of the trainees from The Temple. Dunworth turned to him angrily. "I'll NEVER have enough of fighting you people!" he snapped. "Your sickness is so disturbing to decent people! This young man has rights beyond those to be sheltered and fed, and educated. He has the right to contact with his family! No one has the right to put a child out because he or she decides to stand for their own principles and not follow the mindless instincts of the herd. I've fought your abuse of children before, I'll fight it again. Evil such as yours has to be fought! " He turned to the police officer with King. "We are trying to get a court order to have this young man turned over to the juvenile authority. We ask you not turn him over to this individual until we can see a judge." "Sorry," the officer answered, shaking his head. "He's got papers from the young man's parents giving him custody. Nothing we can do. It's all perfectly legal!" "What's legal, what's right," Dunworth snapped, "is two different things. "Nothing I can do," the policeman answered, opening the cell. "Kindly stay back, sir. If you interfere I'll have to restrain you." The Speaker motioned Samuel and he quickly followed him down the hall. "You were talking about the Hope kids, weren't you?" Samuel asked. "He was fighting The Church in THAT situation." The Speaker nodded. "He and the social worker plotted the whole thing!" he answered. "Nasty situation. It was a tragic thing. Judge Harrison was basically a good man. That he was driven insane by the situation disturbed everyone. But the battle had to be carried on." "I might not have agreed with them," Samuel put in," but I admire their courage. I was glad when all charges against them were finally dropped, when the government said they had a right to resist them because they were being tortured." The Speaker only nodded, and they said little else until they got to Mission Hill, the Church's big facility for holding teenage delinquents. "I've got your clothes," The Speaker remarked as they pulled into a parking space, "or enough of them to last you a few days. The rest of your things will be along shortly. If you have any emergency needs, the facility will take care of them." Samuel looked around. "Quite a place for a private jail!" he remarked. "It's not a jail," the Speaker argued, "it's a boarding facility. And yes, it IS quite a place It used to be an exclusive resort. Some of the facilities aren't used any more. But there's still a nice pool and plenty of recreational areas. Don't give them a hard time and you'll find it can be a rather pleasant place. The rules aren't too difficult, but I'll let the staff explain that." They got Samuel's things and went into the entrance. There was a reception area on both sides of the large room. the Speaker took Samuel to the right where women manned the desk. "Good afternoon, matron," he remarked, taking some papers from his pocket, "new resident for you. We'll see each other later, Samuel," the Speaker concluded, then turned and left. Samuel found himself staring at the stern faced matron but her expression suddenly broke into a smile. "Relax!" she encouraged, "We're not that bad, young man!" Samuel couldn't help but return her smile.

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