"reired but he still runs Selene, the power behind the throne. He ifts an eyebrow and everybody hops to do what he wants." As they walked through the lush shrubbery and trees that filled he grotto, Verwoerd said, "I wonder what it is that he wants now?" Humphries threw a sour glance at her. "That's what I pay you o find out." The cocktail reception was out in the open, under the dome of he Grand Plaza next to the amphitheater that housed all of Scene's theatrical productions. When Humphries and Verwoerd arived, Pancho Lane was standing near the bar deep in earnest conversation with Douglas Stavenger. Nearly twice Humphries's age, Doug Stavenger still looked as young and vigorous as a thirty-year-old. His body teemed with naomachines that kept him healthy and youthful. Twice they had naved him from death, repairing damage to his body that ordinarily vould have been lethal."