Van left, carrying his son on his hip. They forged across an open field, past a pergola laden with vines, across a rolling hedge, and uphill to a pillared and porticoed historic mansion. It was a warm late March day, smelling of April. The weather was favoring them. Van put his laminated ID badge over his neck. He walked upstairs, past white pillars, carved doors, and a spiral staircase. He entered the ongoing conference. The event was formally titled "The Joint Strategic Summit for Critical Cyber-Security Practice," with a hyphen. It was amazing how much discussion there had been inside the CCIAB about that stupid hyphen.