The young man turned in silence and made his way； alone； back to the dark pond。 There he dipped the bucket into the water and hurled its contents into the ditch nearby。 Another and another。 He did not stop but worked steadily at bailing out the pond。 It was hard； slow work。 Yet the sun never set； the light never changed； the young man never stopped。
After a great period of time the water was almost gone and something large was revealed lying in the mud on the bottom of the pond。 The young man kept emptying the water until he revealed a tall man who was covered with reddish hair； like rusty iron； from head to foot。 The large man's eyes opened and he looked at the young man。 Who beckoned to him。 With a heaving shake the rusty man rose from the pond's bottom and followed the young man away from the pond and through the woods。
To the castle of the king。 All of the soldiers and retainers fled when they appeared and the king alone stood before them。
〃This is Iron John；〃 the young man said。 〃You must imprison him in an iron cage here in the courtyard。 If you lock the cage and give the key to your queen the forest will be safe again for those who walk through it。〃
Mist rose and darkened the scene。 It was the end。
The red…furred hand was heavy on Jim's shoulder…but it did not bother him。
〃Now you understand；〃 Iron John said； newfound warmth in his voice。 〃Now you can release Iron John。 Wele； Jim； wele。〃
I wanted to say that I felt more confusion than prehension。 That I was experiencing something； yet not understanding it。 Instead of speaking my feelings aloud I suddenly found that my eyes were brimming with tears。 I did not know why although I knew that they were nothing to be ashamed of。
Iron John smiled at me and； with a great finger； wiped the tears from my damp cheeks。
CHAPTER 16
〃What was all that about？〃 Floyd asked when I returned to our quarters。 He was jazzing with his trombonio； a plex and gleaming collection of golden tubes and slides； which made some very interesting sounds indeed。 Most of them； regrettably； of an ear…destroying nature。
〃More training film；〃 I said； as nonchalantly as I could。 I was surprised to hear a certain quaver in my voice as I spoke。 Floyd tootled on； unaware of it； but Steengo who appeared to be asleep on the couch opened one eye。
〃Training film？ You mean more about the pool in the forest？〃
〃You got it in one。〃
〃Did you find out what was in the pool？ The thing that dragged the dog down？〃
〃A stupid story；〃 Floyd said； and tootled a little fast riff。 〃Although I do feel sorry for the dog。〃
〃It wasn't a real dog；〃 Steengo said。 He looked at me； seemed to be waiting for me to speak； but I clamped my jaw shut and turned away。 〃Nor was it a real pool。〃
〃What do you mean？〃 I asked； looking at him。
〃Mythology； my dear Jim。 And rites of passage。 It was Iron John at the bottom of the pool； wasn't it？〃
I jumped as though I had been zapped with an electric shock。 〃It was！ But…how did you know that？〃
〃I told you I read my mythology。 But the thing that really disturbs me…not this training film as you call it…is the fact that Iron John is here in the flesh； solid and hairy。〃
〃You've lost me；〃 Floyd said； looking from one to the other of us。 〃A little explanation is very much in order。〃
〃It is；〃 Steengo said； swinging his feet around so he sat up straight on the couch。 〃Mankind invents cultures…and cultures invent myths to justify and explain their existence。 Prominent among these are the myths and ceremonies of the rites of passage for boys。 The passage from boyhood to manhood。 This is the time when the boy is separated from his mother and the other women。 In some primitive cultures the boys go and live with the men…and never see their mothers again。〃
〃No big loss；〃 Floyd muttered。 Steengo nodded。
〃You heard that； Jim。 In all cultures mothers try to shape sons in their female image。 For their own good。 The boys resist …and the rite of passage helps this resistance。 There is always symbolism involved； because symbols are a way to represent the myths that underlie every culture。〃
I thought about this； my head hurt。 〃Sorry； Steengo； but you left me behind pletely with that one。 Explanation？〃
〃Of course。 Let's stay with Iron John。 You have just said that you didn't understand it…yet I think that it affected you emotionally。〃
I started to protest； to lie…then stopped。 Why lie？ I tried not to lie to myself； ever。 This was a good moment to apply that rule。
〃You're right。 It got to me…and I don't know why 。 。 。〃
〃Myths deal with emotions； not facts。 Let's look at the symbols。 Did the young man bail out the pool and find Iron Hans； or Iron John at the bottom？〃
〃That's exactly what happened。〃
〃Who do you think Iron John is？ In the story I mean； not the one walking around here。 But before you answer that…who do you think the young man in the story was？〃
〃That's not too hard to figure out。 Whoever the story was aimed at； whoever was watching it。 In this case； since I was there alone； I guess it must have been me。〃
〃You are correct。 So in the myth you； and every other young man； are looking for something in the pool； and have to work very very hard with the bucket to find it。 Now we e to Iron John； the hairy man at the bottom of the pool。 Is it a real man？〃
〃No； of course it couldn't be。 The man at the bottom of the pool has to be a symbol。 Part of a myth。 A symbol of manhood； maleness。 The primitive male that lies beneath the surface in all of us。〃
〃Bang…on； Jim；〃 he said in a low voice。 〃The story is trying to tell you that when a man； not a boy； looks deep inside himself； if he looks far down and for long enough； works hard enough； he will find the ancient hairy man within himself。〃
Floyd stopped playing and his jaw gaped。 〃You guys been smoking something I don't know about。〃
〃Not smoking；〃 Steengo said。 〃Sipping at the font of ancient wisdom。〃
〃Do you believe this myth？〃 I asked Steengo。 He shrugged。
〃Yes and no。 Yes； the process of growing up is a difficult one and anything that helps the process is a good thing。 Yes； myths and ing…of…age ceremonies help prepare boys； giving them the assurances they need in the transition from boy to man。 But that is as far as I will go。 I say no resoundingly to a myth manifest as reality。 Iron John alive and well and leading the pack。 This is a fractured society here； without women and without even the knowledge of women。 Not good。 Quite sick。〃
I was uneasy at this。 〃I don't agree all the way。 I was affected very strongly by watching that story。 And I am a very hard guy to con。 This got to me。〃
〃It should have…because it was dealing with the very stuff of personality and self。 I have a feeling； Jim； that yours was not the happiest of childhoods 。 。 。〃
〃Happy！〃 I laughed at the thought。 〃You try growing up on a porcuswine farm surrounded by bucolic peasants who are not much brighter than their herds。〃
〃And that includes your father and mother？〃
I started to answer warmly； saw what he was doing and where this was going。 I shut up。 Floyd shook the spittle from his so…called musical instrument and broke the silence。
〃I still feel sorry for the dog；〃 he said。
〃Not a real dog；〃 Steengo said； turning away from me。 〃A symbolic dog like everything else you saw。 The dog is your body； the thing you order around； sit up； beg。〃
Floyd shook his head in amazement。 〃Too deep for me。 Like that pool。 If I could change the subject from theory to fact for just a moment…what's next on the agenda？〃
〃Finding Heimskur； of course； so we can find out if he still has the artifact；〃 I said； happily putting this other matter aside。 〃Any suggestions？〃
〃Brain empty；〃 Floyd said。 〃Sorry。 That hangover never really went away。〃
〃I'm glad some of us didn't drink；〃 Steengo said； a sudden edge of irritation to his voice。
For personal reasons I was happy to hear it； glad that he was still human； he came on pretty strong with the myth stuff。 Forget this for awhile。 I ticked off on my fingers。 〃We have only two choices。 Hint around about him and gather what information we can。 Or blurt right out that we want to see him。 Personally； I'm all for the blurting since there is a kind of time limit on this investigation。〃 Like ten days to the grim reaper。 〃Let's ask Goldy； our majordomo。 He seems to know everything else。〃
〃Let me do it；〃 Steengo said； standing and stretching。 〃I'll talk to him like an old buddy and work the conversation around to science and scientists。 And Heimskur。 Be right back。〃
Floyd watched him go； tootling a little march in time with his footsteps。 〃This Iron John stuff sort of gets to you；〃 he said after the door had closed。
〃Yes…and that's the worst part。 I don't know why I'm bothered。〃
〃Women。 I had six sisters and there were two aunts who lived with us。 I had no brothers。 I never think about women except one at a time in the right situation。〃
Before I had to listen to one more boring macho tale about the right situation I excused myself and went for a jog。 Returned sweating nicely； did some pushups and situps； then went for a wash。 Steengo was there when I came out。 Shaking his joined hands over his head when I lifted a quizzical eyebrow。
〃Succ