Chung Kuo 8 - The Marriage of the Living Dark 
DAVID WINGROVE 
BOOK EIGHT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LIVING DARK 
NEW ENGLISH LIBRARY Hodder and Stoughton 
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By the same authorin the CHUNG KUO series: Book One: THE MIDDLE KINGDOM Book Two: THE BROKEN WHEEL Book Three: THE WHITE MOUNTAIN Book Four: THE STONE WITHIN Book Five: BENEATH THE TREE OF HEAVEN Book Six: WHITE MOON, RED DRAGONBook Seven: DAYS OF BITTER STRENGTH 
About the author David Wingrove is also the author of Trillion Year Spree: The Historyof Science Fiction which he co-wrote with Brian Aldiss, and which won theprestigious Hugoand Locus Awards. He is also co-writer with Robyn and Rand Miller ofthe best-selling Myst books - The Book ofAtrus and The Book of Ti'Ana -based on the internationally best-selling CD-Rom game, Myst. He lives in NorthLondon with his wife, the author Susan Oudot, and their four young daughters. 
For Brian Griffin For all the long hours of work you've put in. For all the commentaries,and encouragement, and most of all for making me think hard about what Iwas writing. This one's for you, with heartfelt thanks.PS: Look what we began, all those years ago in the letter columns ofVectorl 
contents Introduction OF GIFTS AND STONES Prologue Spring 2240 - THE FATHER OF LIESPart One Summer 2240 - INSIDE THE GATES OF EDEN Chapter 1 The Pattern Of The DayChapter 2 Crossing The RiverChapter 3 White SpacePart Two Autumn 2240 - THE SIX SECRET TEACHINGS Chapter 4 Blood And IronChapter 5 HomecomingChapter 6 Siege MentalityChapter 7 Acts Of KindnessChapter 8 To NinevehChapter 9 A Negative Twist Of NothingnessChapter 10 The Well And The SpireChapter 11 Brownian MotionChapter 12 WakingChapter 13 A Trail Of SmokePart Three Winter 2241 - THE KING OF INFINITE SPACE Chapter 14 Behind The Wall of SleepChapter 15 A Fraying ClothChapter 16 The Place Of Inner Dark Part Four Spring 2243 - AND THREE DARK FLAMESChapter 17 FlowersChapter 18 The Song Of No-SpaceChapter 19 Dead GroundChapter 20 Room A Thousand Years WideChapter 21 The Feather In The CoffinChapter 22 Nightfall In The Paradigm WorldChapter 23 Time's Last HourChapter 24 The Marriage Of The Living DarkEpilogue Winter 2250 - LAST QUARTERS Author's Note 
major characters
Ascher, Emily - Trained as an economist, she was once a member of thePing
Tiao revolutionary party. After their demise, she fled to NorthAmerica where,
under the alias of Mary Jennings, she got a job with the giant ImmVac
corporation, working for Old Man Lever and his son, Michael, whom shefinally
married. When America fell she fled with Michael to Europe, buttiring of that
high-level social world she went back down the levels and became aterrorist 
again. It was while undertaking a terrorist mission that she wasattacked and 
badly wounded. Lin Shang, a simple "mender", found her there andnursed her 
back to health. She stayed with him for almost two decades, until hisdeath,
finally returning to her husband, Michael, during the great plague.Now, once
again, she is a rebel, fighting DeVore from her mountain fastness.
DeVore, Howard - A one-time Major in the Tang's Security forces, hehas become 
the leading figure in the struggle against the Seven. A highlyintelligent and
coldly logical man, he is the puppet master behind the scenes as thegreat War
of the Two Directions takes a new turn. Defeated first on Chung Kuoand then 
on Mars, he fled outward, to the tenth planet, Pluto, and its twin,Charon. 
From there he launched a new, massive attack on Chung Kuo, which wasonly
defeated at great cost to Li Yuan and his allies. After a dozen yearsaway, he
returned with an army of his genetic creations - his Neumann -throwing out
the old T'ang. But his success was only partial, and six years on thewar he 
began is not yet over.
Ebert, Hans - Son of Klaus Ebert and heir to the vast GenSynCorporation, he
was promoted to General in Li Yuan's Security forces, and was admired and 
trusted by his superiors. Secretly, however, he was allied to DeVore,and was 
subsequently implicated in the murder of his father. Having fledChung Kuo, he
was declared a traitor in his absence. After suffering exile, hefound himself 
again, among the lost African tribe, the Osu, in the desert sands ofMars,
where he became their spiritual leader, the "Walker in the Darkness".
Returning to Chung Kuo, he played a major part in helping Li Yuandefeat 
DeVore and was pardoned. Blind, he now lives with Kim Ward and theother 
colonists on Ganymede, part of the great space fleet that is on itsway to
distant Eridani. 
Karr, Gregor - one-time Marshal of the European Security forces, hewas 
recruited by General Tolonen from the Net. In his youth he was a"blood" - a 
to-the-death combat fighter. A huge man physically, he is also one ofLi 
Yuan's "most-trusted men". As a respected pillar of society and thefather of 
four growing daughters he rose beyond all early expectations andbecame a 
pivotal figure in the politics of City Europe, but when offered therole of 
Emperor, he demurred, instead joining Kim Ward and the others on thejourney
to Eridani. 
Li Yuan - Tang of Europe and one of the Seven, as second son of LiShai Tung,
he inherited after the deaths of his brother and father. Considered old before 
his time, he none the less has a passionate side to his nature, as
demonstrated in his brief marriage to his brother's wife, thebeautiful Fei 
Yen. His subsequent remarriage ended in tragedy when his three wiveswere 
assassinated. Despite his subsequent marriage to Pei K'ung, his realconcern 
was for his son, Kuei Jen, until, that was, he met and married thefox-like 
Hsung Lung hsin -Dragon Heart - whose debauched nature infected hisjudgement.
After the downfall of his City, he fled to America, where he nowlives in 
exile. 
Shepherd, Ben - Great-great-grandson of City Earth's architect,Shepherd was
brought up in the Domain, an idyllic valley in the south-west ofEngland,
where he pursued his artistic calling, developing a new art form, the"Shell": 
a machine which mimics the experience of life. In his middle years, however,
he became far more involved in politics and against all expectationsbecame Li 
Yuan's closest advisor. But with Li Yuan's defeat at the hands of DeVore, he
withdrew from politics and began once again to pursue his ideal of aperfect
artform. 
Ward, Kim - Born in the Clay, that dark wasteland beneath the greatCity's
foundations, Kim has survived various personal crises to become ChungKuo's 
leading experimental scientist Hired by the massive SimFicCorporation as a
commodity-slave on a seven-year contract, he finally achieved hisambition of 
marrying the Marshal's daughter. As head of NorTek Europe, he was oneof City
Europe's richest and most powerful men, but his falling out with LiYuan 
turned his face away from the internal struggles of Chung Kuo. In anaudacious 
' gamble, Kim built a great spacegoing fleet and, using four ofJupiter's
moons, sent out four separate expeditions to the nearest stars,hoping to set
up new colony worlds out there. 
OTHER CHARACTERS 
Ai Lin - Sampsa Ward's girlfriend and twin to Lu Yi
Aidan - orphan, trained fighter
Alan - duty officer to Mark Egan
Amenon - rebel morph
Anders - rebel soldier 
Armstrong, John - General of the American Western Armies
Ascher, Emily - real name of Emily Lin
Baker, Jed - colonist on Ganymede
Benoit - orphan, trained fighter
Bernadini, Charles - Senior Technician on the North AmericanImmortality
Project
Brevitt - Sergeant in North American Security Chalker, Alan -Colonel; Head of
Internal Security, North America
Chang - Li Yuan's body servant • Cho - a rebel
Christian - orphan, trained fighter
Chuang Kuan Ts'ai - "Coffin-filler", adopted daughter of Cho YaoChung -
Master of wei chi Coover, Dan - King of California DeVore, Howard -himself 
Dogo - Osu warrior; one of the "eight"; one-time lover of CatherineShepherd &
father of Dogu Douglas - military aide to Mark Egan Dublanc, Eduard -Core 
Leader in Eden Echewa, Aluko - Head man of the Osu and one of the "eight"
Ebert, Pauli - bastard son of Hans Ebert and Golden Heart, and Headof the 
GenSyn Corporation
Efulefu - "Worthless Man"; chosen name of Hans Ebert among the Osu
Egan, Josiah - Head of NorTek America and grandfather of
Mark Egan
Egan, Mark - grandson of Old Man Egan Egan, May Ji - daughter of Mark
Egan andLi Kuei Jen Egan, Samuel - elder son of Mark Egan and Li Kuei JenEgan, Yuan -younger son of Mark Egan and Li Kuei Jen Emtu - a morphed copy ofEmily AscherFei Yen - see Yin Fei Yen Haavikko, Axel - Colonel in Security Hannah-anglicised name of Shang Han-A Hannem - new generation morph/NeumanncopyHarding, James - Chancellor, North America Heather - member of the
Cult of the 
Well and the Spire Hiuden - one of DeVore's morphs Ho Jen - a rebel
Horacek, Josef - son of Vilem and Bara Horacek; Marshal of DeVore'syouth
forces in City Europe
Horton, Feng - "Meltdown"; Leader of the North American "Sons"
Hun - a rebel 
Ishida, Ikuro - Japanese asteroid miner Ishida, Shukaku - eighthbrother of 
Ikuro Ishida Ishida, Tomoka - third brother of Ikuro Ishida Jeffers -pilot,
working for Feng Horton Jem - member of the Cult of the Well and theSpire
Jerud - one of Devore's morphs Ji - surgeon on Ganymede Johann -orphan,
trained fighter Ju Dun - orphan, trained fighter Jurgen - a rebel
Kao Chen - ex-Major in Security; plantation worker Kao Jyan - eldestson of 
Kao Chen Karr, Beth - youngest daughter of Gregor and Marie KarrKarr, Gregor
-Marshal of Security, City Europe Karr, Hannah - daughter of Gregorand Marie Karr Karr, Lily - daughter of Gregor and Marie Karr Karr, Marie -wife of Gregor Karr Karr, May - eldest daughter of Gregor and Marie Karr
Lanier -
Major in Security, Fortress San Angelo Leon - orphan, trained fighter
Lever, Michael - Head of the ImmVac pharmaceutical corporation andhusband of 
Emily Ascher Levitch - Steward to Chancellor Harding Li Kuei Jen -
son of Li Yuan and heir to City Europe Li Yuan - Tang of City EuropeLin Chao - eldest adopted son of Lin Shang and Emily Ascher Lin Chia
-adoptedson of Lin Shang and Emily Ascher Lin, Emily - partner of Lin Shang;
real name 
Emily Ascher
Lin Han Ye - adopted son of Lin Shang and Emily Ascher Lin Lao -
adopted son 
 of Lin Shang and Emily Ascher Lin Pei - adopted son of Lin Shang andEmily
Ascher Lin Sung - adopted son of Lin Shang and Emily Ascher Lin Teng
-adoptedson of Lin Shang and Emily Ascher Lu Yi - Tom Shepherd's girlfriend
and twin 
to Ai Lin Mark - adjutant to DeVore
Masso - village leader in the Swiss Wilds
Mo Teng - a rebel
Mussida, Daniel - orphan, trained fighter
Neville, Jack - Head of SimFic
Novacek, Sasha - daughter of Catherine Shepherd
Novacek, Sergey - sculptor; first husband of Catherine Shepherd andfather of 
Sasha Novacek 
Nza - "Tiny bird", an Osu, adopted by Hans Ebert, and one of the"eight"
Raditz - Second-in-Command at Camp Eickel
Raeto - boy "boss" in Camp Eickel
Richards - Advocate for Old Man Egan
Robbie - orphan, friend of Daniel
Rogers, Cal - Governor of Fortress San Angelo
Russ - go-between; friend of Horton
Scaf - dayman helper of Ben Shepherd
Schutz - Commandant, Camp Eickel
Shand, Gill - Personal Assistant to Kim Ward
Shang Han-A - daughter of the late Shang Mu and historian of ChungKuo 
Shepherd, Ben - "shell artist" and Chief Advisor to Li Yuan
Shepherd, Catherine - wife of Ben Shepherd
Shepherd, Dogu - illegitimate son of Catherine Shepherd and Dogu, theOsu 
warrior 
Shepherd, Meg - sister of Ben Shepherd
Shepherd, Tom - mute son of Ben and Meg Shepherd
Siri - a rebel 
Slaven - orphan, trained fighter
Stewart - leading businessman in City Boston; brother-in-law ofWarner 
Tanner - businessman from Fortress San Angelo
Tom - boy at Camp Eickel; friend of Daniel Mussida
Tsou Tsai Hei - "Walker in the Darkness"; one of Hans Ebert's givennames 
Tuan Ti Fo - Master of wei chi and sage
Tybor - one of DeVore's new morphs, his Inheritors
Wang Ti - wife of Kao Chen
Ward, Jelka - wife of Kim Ward; daughter of Knut Tolonen
MAJOR CHARACTERS 
Ward, Kim - Clayborn scientist; owner of the NorTek Corporation ofEurope
Ward, Sampsa - son of Jelka and Kim Ward
Warner - leading businessman in City Boston; brother-in-law of
Stewart 
Wiley, Dan - assistant to Bernadini on the Immortality ProjectWu Ye - surgeon working for the rebelsYang Chung - trivee actor; hero in Moving The MountainYin Fei Yen - "Flying Swallow"; Minor Family Princess and divorced wife of Li 
Yuan 
Yin Han Ch'in - son of Li Yuan and Yin Fei Yen. 
York - Captain in European Security; assistant to Core Leader Dublanc
Yueh Ho - a rebel 
Zelic - Captain in North American Security force 
THE DEAD 
Adler - General in Security, City Europe
Althaus, Kurt - General in Security, North America
An Hsi - Minor Family prince and fifth son of An Sheng
An Liang-chou - Minor Family prince
An Mo Shan - Minor Family prince and third son of An Sheng
An Sheng - head of the An Family (one of the Twenty-Nine
Minor Families)
Anderson, Leonid - Director of the Recruitment Project
Anna - helper to Mary Lever Anne - Yu assassin
Ashman - henchman of Pasek Barrett - GenSyn "sport"; brothel-keeperin the 
Clay
Barrow, Chao - Secretary of the House at Weimar
Barycz, Jiri - scientist on the Wiring Project
Bates - leading figure in the Federation of Free Men, Mars
Beinlich - ex-Security lieutenant, working for Van Pasenow
Bell - Colonel in charge of Security, Bremen spaceport
Bercott, Andrei - Representative at Weimar
Berdichev, Soren - head of SimFic and later leader of theDispersionistfaction 
Berdichev, Ylva - wife of Soren Berdichev Berrenson - Company HeadBess -
helper to Mary Lever
Blaskic - henchman of Pasek Blofeld - agent of special securityforces 
Blonegek - "Greasy"; dayman civilised by Ben Shepherd
Brock - security guard in the Domain
Brookes, Thomas - Port Captain, Tien Men K'ou, Mars
Bujold - General in Security, City Europe
Calder, Alan - Mashhad-born terrorist
Calder, Eva - sister of Alan Calder and maid to Warlord Hu
Cao Chang - Financial Strategist to Stefan Lehmann
Carl - security guard at Karr's mansion
Chang Hong - Minister of Production, City Europe
Chang Li - Senior Surgeon at the San Chang
Chang Te Li - "Old Chang", Wu, or Diviner
Chao Chung - Senior Warden of Edingen Prison
Chao Ta-nien - "Slow Chao", Red Pole to the Iron Fist Triad
Chen So - Clerk of the Inner Chambers at Tongjiang
Ch'en Li - associate of Governor Schenck 
Cheng Lu - Lehmann's ambassador to Fu Chiang's court
Cheng Nai shan - assistant to Ming Ai
Cherkassky, Stefan - ex-Security assassin and friend of DeVore
Chi Hu Wei - Tang of the Australias; father of Chi Hsing
Chih Huang Hui - second wife of Shang Mu and stepmother of
Shang Han-A Ch'in Shih Huang Ti - the first emperor of China; ruled221-210 bc 
Cho Hsiang - Hong Cao's subordinate  Cho Yao - Lu Nan Jen or "Oven Man" Chou - third-year schoolboy at the Seventh District SchoolChou Te-hsing - Head of the Black Hand terroristsChu Heng - "kwai", or hired knife; a hireling of DeVore'sChu Po - lover of Pei K'ungChu Shi-ch'e - Pi-shu chien, or Inspector of the Imperial Library at
TongjiangChu Te - Commissioner for Mainz Chuang Ko - private secretary to Tsu MaChuang Tzu - ancient Han sage and Taoist philosopher from the 6th
Century bcChun Wu-chi - head of the Chun family (one of the Twenty-Nine Minor
Families)Chung - "Ice Man" Chung, Big Boss of the Iron Fist triadChung Hsin - "Loyalty"; bondservant to Li Shai TungClarac, Armand - Director of the "New Hope" ProjectCoates - security guard in the DomainCook - duty guard in the DomainCornwell, James - Director of the AutoMek CorporationCostas - friend of Alan Calder Crefter - "Strong"; dayman civilised by Ben ShepherdCui - Steward of Marshal Tolonen's household Curval, Andrew - Head of Research, NorTek EuropeCutler, Richard - leader of the "America" movementDawes, Richard - Security Captain reporting to I YeDawson - associate of Governor Schenck Deio - Clayborn friend of Kim Ward from "Rehabilitation"Deng Liang - Minor Family Prince; fifth son of Deng Shang;
DispersionistDieter, Wilhelm - Black Hand cell-leaderDonna - Yu assassin Douglas, John - Company Head; DispersionistDublanc, Matthew - son of Core Leader DublancDuchek, Albert - Administrator of LodzEbert, Berta - wife of Klaus Ebert; mother of Hans EbertEbert, Klaus - head of the GenSyn Corporation; father of Hans EbertEbert, Lutz - half-brother of Klaus EbertEcker, Michael - Company Head; DispersionistEdmonds - Security CaptainEdsel - agent of special security forcesEduard - guard in Marshal Karr's employEgan - head of NorTekEllis, Michael - assistant to Director Spatz on the Wiring ProjectEndacott - associate of Governor Schenck Endfors, Pietr - friend of Knut Tolonen and father of Jenny,Tolonen's wife Erkki - guard to Jelka Tolonen Eva - friend of Mary Lever Eyre -
henchman of Pasek Fairbank, John - head of AmLab Fan - fifth brother to the I LungFan Sheng-chih - neighbour of Emily Ascher and Lin ShangFarren - General; Commander of City Europe's Second BannerFen Cho-hsien - Chancellor of North America 
Fen Chun - First Secretary to Heng YuFeng Chung - Big Boss of the Kuei Chuan (Black Dog) TriadFeng Lu-ma - lensmanFeng Shang-pao - "General Feng"; Big Boss of the 14K Triad  Fest, Edgar - Captain in Security Fox - Company Head
Franke, Rutger - Vice-President of SimFic; Dispersionist
Fu Chiang - "The Priest", Big Boss of the Red Flower Triad of NorthAfrica 
Fu Ti Chang - third wife of Li Yuan Fung - Wu, or Diviner to Yin FeiYen 
Gesell, Bent - leader of the Ping Tiao - "Leveller" – terroristmovement 
Golden Heart - concubine to Hans Ebert and mother of Pauli Ebert 
Grant - henchman of Pasek Green, Clive - Head of RadMed
Griffin, James B. - last president of the American Empire
Haavikko, Vesa - sister of Axel Haavikko
Haller - Security operative Kama - Osu wife of Hans Ebert
Hammond, Joel - Senior Technician on the Wiring Project
Hamsun, Torve - Captain of the Luoyang
Harris, Joseph - young host at the Chao Hao T'ai, the "Directory"
Hart, Alex - Representative at Weimar, Dispersionist and ally ofStefan Lehmann 
Hart - General in Security, City Europe
Hastings, Thomas - physicist; Dispersionist Hei Fong - merchant
Henderson, Daniel - pro tern Governor of Mars
Heng Chi-po - Li Shai Tung's Minister of Transportation
Heng Yu - Chancellor of City Europe
Henssa, Eero - Captain of the Guard aboard the floating palaceYangjing
Herrick - illegal transplant specialist Ho - "Madam Ho", owner of abrothel in 
Hattersheim 
Hsien Ho Chang - merchant friend of Lin Shang and Emily Ascher, andone-time 
landlord to them 
Ho Chin - "Three-Finger Ho"; Big Boss of the Yellow Banners Triad
Ho Ko - "Harmonious Song"; sing-song girl on the flower boats
Ho Tse-tsu - Third Secretary to Su Ping
Hoffmann - Major in Security
Holzman, Daniel - palace guard
Hong Cao - middleman for Pietr Lehmann
Hooper - senior engineer aboard DeVore's craft
Horacek, Bara - mother of Josef Horacek
Horacek, Vilem - father of Josef Horacek
Hou Ti - T'ang of South America; father of Hou Tung-po
Hou Tung-po - T'ang of South America
Hsiang K'ai Fan - Minor Family prince Hsiang Lu Yeh - Minor FamilyPrince 
Hsiang Shao-erh - head of the Hsiang family (one of the Twenty-NineMinor 
Families)
Hsiang Wang - Minor Family prince Hsueh Chi - Big Boss of theThousand Spears
Triad of Southern Africa 
Hsueh Nan - Warlord of Southern Africa and brother of Hsueh Chi 
Hsun Chu-lo - Minor Family Princess and first daughter of HsunTeh
Hsun Lung hsin - "Dragon Heart"; Minor Family Princess and seconddaughter of
Hsun Teh 
Hsun Teh - Head of the Hsun Family (one of the Twenty-Nine Minor Families)
Hu Feng-lo - second son of Warlord Hu
Hu Wang-chih - Warlord of the Mashhad Region
Hua Shang - lieutenant to Wong Yi-sun
Huang Peng - Steward at the Ebert Mansion
Hui Tsin - "Red Pole" (426, or Executioner) to the United BambooTriad 
Hung Mien-lo - Chancellor of Africa
Hwa - Master "blood", or hand-to-hand fighter, below the Net
Hwa Kuei - Chief Steward of the Bedchamber to Tsu Ma 
I Lung - "First Dragon", the head of the "Thousand Eyes", theMinistry
I Ye - Colonel, Chief of Security in the San Chang
Ishida, Kano - eldest brother of Dcuro
Ishida Jackson - freelance go-between, employed by Fairbank
James - friend of Alan Calder 
Jeng Lo - Security Pilot, Rift Veteran
Ji Wang - First Minister to Warlord Hu
Jia Shu - Steward in Li Yuan's palace
Jill - principal helper to Mary Lever
Joan - Yu assassin 
Johnson, Daniel - personal assistant to Michael Lever Judd - boy inthe 
tunnels Jung - madman
Jung Wang - the madman's wife
Kan - Wei, or Security Captain of Kuang Hua Hsien
Kan Jiang - Martian settler and poet
K'ang A-yin - gang boss of the Tu Sun tong
K'ang Yeh-su - nephew of K'ang A-yin
Kao Jyan - assassin; friend of Kao Chen .
Kavanagh - Representative at Weimar and Leader of the House
Kemp, Johannes - director of ImmVac
Kennedy, Jean - wife of Joseph Kennedy
Kennedy, Joseph - head of the New Republican and Evolutionist Partyand 
Representative at Weimar
Kennedy, Robert - elder son of Joseph Kennedy
Kennedy, William - younger son of Joseph Kennedy
Kennedy, William - great-great-grandfather of Joseph Kennedy
Krenek, Henryk - Senior Representative of the Martian Colonies
Krenek, Irina - wife of Henryk Krenek
Krenek, Josef - Company Head Krenek, Maria - wife of Josef Krenek
Kriz - senior Yu operative Kubinyi - lieutenant to DeVore
Kung Chia - Wei, or Captain of Security of Weisenau Hsien
Kung Wen-fa - Senior Advocate from Mars
K'ung Fu Tzu - Confucius (551-479 bc)
Kustow, Bryn - American; friend of Michael Lever
Kygek - "Fat"; dayman civilised by Ben Shepherd
Lai Shi - second wife of Li Yuan 
Lai Wu - secretary to Cheng Nai shan
Lao Jen - Junior Minister to Lwo Kang
Lao Kang - Chancellor of West Asia
Lasker - Captain, Decontamination, Ansbach Hsien
Lauther - Security Captain at Edingen Prison
Lehmann, Pietr - Under-Secretary of the House of Representatives andfirst 
leader of the Dispersionist faction; father of Stefan Lehmann 
 Lehmann, Stefan - "The White T'ang"; Big Boss of the European Triads
and one-time ally of DeVoreLever, Charles - head of the giant ImmVac Corporation of North
America; fatherof Michael Lever Lever, Margaret - wife of Charles Lever and mother of Michael LeverLi Chin - "Li the Lidless"; Big Boss of the Wo Shih Wo TriadLi Ch'ing - T'ang of Europe; grandfather of Li YuanLi Han Ch'in - first son of Li Shai Tung and once heir to CityEurope; brother of Li YuanLi Hang Ch'i - T'ang of Europe; great-great-grandfather of Li YuanLi Ho-nien - servant at the Ebert Mansion Li Kou-lung - T'ang of Europe; great-grandfather of Li YuanLi Pai Shung - nephew of Li Chin; heir to the Wo Shih Wo TriadLi Pei K'ung - fifth wife of Li YuanLi Shai Tung - T'ang of Europe; father ofLi Yuan Lin Ji - youngest adopted son of Lin Shang and Emily AscherLin Pan - Uncle Pan; adopted uncle of Lin ShangLin Shang - Mender Lin, partner to Emily AscherLin Yuan - first wife of Li Shai Tung; mother of Li Han Ch'in and Li
Yuan Ling - "Old Mother Ling", worker on the Kosaya Gora PlantationLing Hen - henchman for HerrickLiu Chang - brothel keeper/pimpLiu Tong - lieutenant to Li ChinLiu Yeh - First Steward to Tung WeiLo Chang - Steward at the Ebert Mansion Lo Han - tong bossLo Wen - Master of wu sku and tutor to Li Kuei Jen Lu - Surgeon at TongjiangLu Ming-shao - "Whiskers Lu"; Big Boss of the Kuei Oman TriadLu Song - terrorist leader from KrasnovodskLuke - Clayborn friend of Kim Ward from "Rehabilitation"Lwo Kang - Li Shai Tung's Minister of the EdictMa Ching - servant at the Ebert MansionMaitland, Idris - mother of Stefan Lehmann Man Hsi - tong bossMao Kuang-li - Fourth Secretary to Su PingMao Liang - Minor Family Princess and member of the Ping Tiao
"Council of 
Five" Mao Tse Tung - first Ko Ming emperor (ruled ad 1948-1976)Mao Tun - Warlord Matloff - middleman for Michael Lever Matyas - Claybom boy in Recruitment ProjectMelfi, Alexandra - wife of Amos Shepherd and real mother of the
Shepherd boysMeng K'ai - friend and adviser to Governor SchenckMeng Te - lieutenant to Lu Ming-shaoMeng Yi - Warlord of AshkabhadMien Shan - first wife of Li Yuan; mother of Li Kuei JenMilne, Michael - private investigatorMing Ai - Personal Secretary to Pei K'ungMing Huang - sixth T'ang emperor (ruled ad 713-755)Mo Nan-ling - "The Little Emperor"; Big Boss of the Nine Emperors
Triad of Central Africa Mo Yu - security lieutenant in the Domain Moore, John - Company Head;Dispersionist  Morel - The Myghtern, "King Under The City"
Mu Chua - Madame of the House of the Ninth Ecstasy
Mu Li - "Iron Mu", Boss of the Big Circle Triad
Nan Fa-hsien - Master of the Inner Chambers and eldest son of Nan Ho,promoted
to Chancellor of City Europe
Nan Ho - Chancellor of City Europe
Nan Tsing - first wife of Nan Ho
Needham - Captain of Shen T'se elite security squad
Nolen, William - Public Relations Executive; Dispersionist
Pao En-fu - Master of the Inner Chambers to Wu Shih 
Parr, Charles - Company Head; Dispersionist
Pavel - young man on Plantation
Peck - lieutenant to K'ang A-yin (a ying tzu, or "shadow")
Pei K'ung - fifth wife to Li Yuan and daughter of Pei Ro-hei
Pei Ro-hen - Head of the Pei Family (one of the Twenty-Nine MinorFamilies)
and father of Pei K'ung
Peng - Madam Peng; matchmaker Peng - servant to Su Chun
Peskova - Lieutenant of guards on the Plantations
Peter - fruit-stall holder Peters - cell-leader in the Black Hand terrorists 
Ponow - gaoler in the Myghtern's town
Ravachol - the "second prototype"; an android created by Kir Ward
Reiss, Horst - Chief Executive of SimFic
Rheinhardt, Helmut - General of Security, City Europe
Ross, Alexander - Company Head; Dispersionist
Ross, James - private investigator Ruddock - minor official, employedby
Lehmann 
Rutherford, Andreas - friend and adviser to Governor Schenck
Sanders - Captain of Security at Helmstadt Armoury
Schenck, Hung-li - Governor of Mars Colony
Schwarz - lieutenant to DeVore 
Seymour - Major in Security, North America
Shang - "Old Shang"; Master to Kao Chen when he was child
Shang Ch'iu - son of Shang Mu and half-brother of Shang Han-A
Shang Chu - great-grandfather of Shang Han-A
Shang Mu -Junior Minister in the "Thousand Eyes", the Ministry
Shang Wen Shao - grandfather of Han-A
Shien Lu Chua - computer expert and member of the Ping Tiao "Councilof Five" 
Sheng Min-chung - "One-Eyed Sheng"; Big Boss of the Iron Fists Triadof East 
Africa 
Shepherd, Amos - great-great-great-grandfather (and genetic "father")of Ben 
Shepherd
Shepherd, Augustus - "brother" of Ben Shepherd, b. 2106, d. 2122
Shepherd, Hal- father (and genetic "brother") of Ben Shepherd
Shepherd, Robert - great-grandfather (and genetic "brother") of BenShepherd
Shih Chi-o - servant at the Ebert Mansion 
Shu San - Junior Minister to Lwo Kang
Siang - Jelka Tolonen's martial arts instructor
Si Wu Ya - "Silk Raven", wife of Supervisor Sung Song Wei - sweeper
Soucek, Jiri - lieutenant to Stefan Lehmann  Spatz, Gustav - Director of the Wiring Project
Spence, Leena - "Immortal", and one-time lover of Charles Lever
Ssu Lu Shan - official of the Ministry
Steen - captain of shuttle craft
Steiger - Director of the Shen Chang Fang of Milan
Steiner - Manager at ImmVac's Alexandria facility Stock - boy in thetunnels 
Stocken - lieutenant in Hu Wang-chih's household guard
Su Chun - tong boss and twin brother of Su Ping
Su Ping - Hsien L'ing, or District Magistrate of Weisenau Hsien, andtwin 
brother of Su Chun 
Su Yen — youngest half-brother of Su Ping and Su Chun
Sun Li Hua - Wang Hsien's Master of the Inner Chambers
Sung - Supervisor on Plantation
Tak - the Myghtern's lieutenant
Tan Sui - White Paper Fan of the Red Flower Triad of North Africa
Tan Wei - Chief Eunuch at Tsu Ma's palace in Astrakhan
Tanner, Charles - General in Security, City Europe
Tarrant - Company Head
Teng Fu - plantation guard
Tewl - "Darkness"; Chief of the raft-people
Thorn - security operative
Tie Ning - young prostitute on lantern boats
Ting Ju-ch'ang - Warlord of Tunis
Todlich - giant morph
Tolonen, Hanna - aunt of Knut Tolonen
Tolonen, Helga - wife of Jon Tolonen; aunt of Jelka Tolonen
Tolonen, Jenny - wife of Knut Tolonen, and daughter of Pietr Endfors
Tolonen, Jon - brother of Marshal Knut Tolonen
Tolonen, Knut - Marshal of Security, Acting Head of the GenSynCorporation;
father of Jelka Tolonen 
Tong Chu - assassin and "kwai" (hired knife)
Tsao Ch'un - tyrannical founder of Chung Kuo
Ts'ao Wu - cell-leader in the Black Hand terrorists Tsu Kung-chih -nephew of
Tsu Ma 
Tsu Ma - Pang of West Asia; son of Tsu Tiao
Tsu Tiao - T'ang of West Asia; father of Tsu Ma
Tsu Tao Chu - nephew of Tsu Ma
Tsui Ku - Tai Shih lung or Court Astrologer in the San Chang
Tu Ch'en-shih - friend and advisor to Governor Schenck 
Tu Fang - tiumang ("punk") and triad runner
Tu Fu Wei - private secretary to Tsu Ma
Tu Mai - security guard in the Domain
Tuan Wen-ch'ang - see Wen Ch'ang
Tung Cai - low-level rioter
Tung Chung-shu - MedFac's senior arts reviewer
Tung Po-jen - club owner in Bockenheim Hsien
Tung Wei - merchant in Weisenau Hsien
Tynan, Edward - above businessman and Representative at
Weimar; Dispersionist Vesa - Yu assassin
Vierheller, Jane - Black Hand member
Virtanen, Per - Major in Li Yuan's Security forces
Visak - lieutenant to Lu Ming-shao
Von Pasenow - ex-Security Major  Wang - Hsien L'ing, or District Magistrate of Kuang Hua Hsien
Wang - Steward at Astrakhan Palace
Wang Chang Ye - first son of Wang Hsien
Wang Hsien - Tang of Africa; father of Wang Sau-leyan
Wang Lieh Tsu - second son of Wang Hsien
Wang Sau-leyan - T'ang of Africa
Wang Ta-hung - third son of Wang Hsien; elder brother of Wang Sau­leyan
Wang Tu - leader of the Martian Radical Alliance
Ward, Mileja - infant daughter of Jelka and Kim Ward
Wei Chan Yin - T'ang of East Asia
Wei Feng - T'ang of East Asia; father of Wei Chan Yin and
Wei Tseng-li Wei Hsi Wang - second brother of Wei Chan Yin and heirto City
East Asia 
Wei Tseng-li - T'ang of East Asia; younger brother of Wei Chan Yin
Wei Yu - First Steward to Michael Lever 
Weis, Anton - banker; Dispersionist
Wells - Captain in Security, North America
Wen - "Big Wen", butcher in Weisenau marketplace
Wen - "Old Wen", boatman for the flower-boats
Wen - Steward in the San Chang Wen Ch'ang - assistant to Kim Ward;also known 
as Tuan 
Wen-ch'ang Wen Ti - "First Ancestor" of City Earth/Chung Kuo,otherwise known 
as Liu Heng; ruled China 180-157 bc
Wiegand, Max - lieutenant to DeVore Wiley - Captain in Security,EdingenPrison 
Will - Clayborn friend of Kim Ward from "Rehabilitation"
Wilson, Stephen - Captain in Security under Kao Chen
Wong Yi-sun - "Fat Wong"; Big Boss of the United Bamboo Triad
Wu Shih - Pang of North America
Wu Wei-kou - first wife of Wu Shih 
Wyatt, Edmund - Company head; Dispersionist
Yang - "Old Yang"; Deck Magistrate, employee of Lehmann
Yang Chin-wen - "The Bear", Big Boss of the Golden Ox Triad of WestAfrica 
Yang Lai - Junior Minister to Lwo Kang
Yang Shao-fu - Minister of Health, City Europe
Yang Wei - "Old Yang"; hardware store-owner
Ye - Senior Steward at Tongjiang
Yi Ching - Colonel of Internal Security to Tsu Ma at Astrakhan
Yi Shan-ch'i - Minor Family prince
Yin Chan - Minor Family prince and second son of Yin Tsu
Yin Shu - Junior Minister in the "Thousand Eyes", The Ministry
Yin Tsu - head of the Yin Family (one of the Twenty-Nine MinorFamilies) and
father of Fei Yen 
Ying Chai - assistant to Sun Li Hua Ying Fu - assistant to Sun Li Hua
Yu I - proprietor of the Blue Pagoda tea-house
Yue Chun - "Red Pole" (426, or Executioner) to the Wo Shih Wo Triad
Yun - Third Cook on the Imperial Barge
Yun - lieutenant to Shen Lu Chua Yun Yueh-hui - "Dead Man Yun"; BigBoss of 
the Red Gang Triad 
 Yung Chen - eunuch from the women's quarters in Tsu Ma'spalace at
Astrakhan Ywe Hao - "Fine Moon"; female Yu terroristYwe Kai-chang - father to Ywe Hao 
of gifts and stonesof gifts and stonesWhere did it all begin? When was the first step taken on that downwardpath thatled to Armageddon? Perhaps it was on that fateful June day in 2043 whenPresident James B. Griffin, last of the sixty-presidents of the UnitedStates of America, was assassinated while attending a baseball game at Chicago'sComiskeyPark. The collapse of the 69 States of the American Empire that followed andthe subsequent disintegration of the allied Western economies brought adecade of chaos. What had begun as "The Pacific Century" was quickly renamed "TheCenturyof Blood" - a period in which the only stability was to be found withinthe borders of China. It was from there - from the great landlockedprovince ofSichuan - that a young Han named Tsao Ch'un emerged.Tsao Ch'un had a simple - some say brutal - cast of mind. He wanted tocreate an Utopia, a rigidly stable society that would last ten thousand years.But the price was high. In 2062 Japan, China's chief rival in the East, was thefirst victim of Tsao Ch'un's idiosyncratic approach to realpolitik when,without warning - following Japanese complaints about Chinese incursions inKorea - the Han leader bombed Honshu, concentrating his nuclear devices on themajorpopulation centres of Tokyo and Kyoto. When the dust cleared, threegreat Hanarmies swept the smaller islands of Kyushu and Shikoku, killing everyJapanesethey found, while the rest of Japan was blockaded by sea and air. Overthe next twenty years they would do the same with the islands of Honshu andHokkaido,turning the "islands of the gods" into a wasteland while the crumblingWestern nation states looked away.The eradication of Japan taught Tsao Ch'un many lessons. In future hesought"not to destroy but to exclude" - though his definition of "exclusion"often made it a synonym for destruction. As he built his great City - huge,mile-high spider-like machines moving slowly outward from Pei Ch'ing, secretingvast,tomb-white hexagonal living sections, three hundred levels high and akilometre to a side - so he peopled it, choosing carefully who was to live withinits walls. As the City grew, so his servants went out among the indigenouspopulations he had conquered, searching among them for those who werefree from physical disability, political dissidence or religious bigotry. Andwhere he encountered organised opposition, he enlisted the aid of groupssympathetic tohis aims to carry out his policies. In Southern Africa and NorthAmerica, inEurope and the People's Democracy of Russia, huge movements grew up,supportingTsao Ch'un and welcoming his "stability" after decades of chaos andsuffering,only too pleased to share in his crusade of intolerance - this "Policyof Purity".Only the Middle East proved problematic. There, a great Jihad waslaunched against the Han - Moslems and Jews casting off centuries of enmity tofightagainst a common threat Tsao Ch'un answered them as he had answeredJapan. TheMiddle East and large parts of the Indian subcontinent were reduced toa radioactive wilderness. But it was in Africa that his policies weremost nakedlydisplayed. There, the native peoples were moved on before theencroaching Cityand, like cattle, they starved or died from exhaustion, driven on bythe brutal Han armies. Following historical precedent, City Africa was re-seededwith Han settlers. In terms of human suffering, Tsao Ch'un's pacification of the globe wasunprecedented. Contemporary estimates put the cost in human lives atwell over three billion. But Tsao Ch'un was not content merely to eradicate allopposition, he wanted to destroy all knowledge of the Western-dominatedpast.Like the First Emperor, Ch'in Shih Huang Ti, twenty-four centuries OFGIFTS AND STONES before, he decided to rewrite the history books. Tsao Ch'un hadhis officials collect all books, all tapes, all recordings, allowingnothing thatwas not Han to enter his great City. Most of what they collected wassimplyburned, but not all. Some was adapted.One group of Tsao Ch'un's advisers - a group of Scholar-Politicians whotermed themselves "The Thousand Eyes" -persuaded their Master that it would not be enough simply to create a gap. That, they knew, would attractcuriosity. Whatthey proposed was more subtle and, in the long term, far morepersuasive. WithTsao Ch'un's blessing they set about reconstructing the history of theworld,placing China at the centre of everything - back in its rightful place,as theysaw it. It was a lie, of course, yet a lie to which everyonesubscribed... on pain of death.But the lie was complex and powerful, and people soon forgot. Newgenerationsarose who knew nothing of the real past and to whom the whispers andrumours seemed mere fantasy in the face of the solid reality they saw all aboutthem. The media fed them the illusion daily, until the illusion became, evenfor those who worked in the Ministry responsible, quite red and the documentsthey dealtwith, some strange aberration - a mass hallucination, almost a diseasethat had struck the Western peoples of the great Han Empire in its latter years.The officials at the Ministry even coined a term for it - "racialcompensation" -laughing among themselves whenever they came across some clearlyfantastic reference in an old book about quaint religious practices or races ofblack -think of it, Mackl - people.Tsao Ch'un killed the old world. He buried it deep beneath his glacialCity. Buteventually his brutality and tyranny proved too much even for those whohad helped him carry out his scheme. In 2087 his Council of Seven Ministersrose upagainst him, using North European mercenaries, and overthrew him,setting up anew government. They divided the world - Chung Kuo - among themselves,each calling himself T'ang, "King". But the new government was far strongerthan the old, for the Seven made it so that no single one of them could act onany majorissue without the consensus of his fellow T'ang. Adopting the moralityof New Confucianism they set about consolidating a "peace of ten thousandyears". Thekeystone of this peace was the Edict of Technological Control, whichregulatedand, in effect, prevented change. Change had been the disease of theold,Western-dominated world. Change had brought its rapid and totalcollapse. But Change was alien to the Han. They would do away with Change for alltime. Their borders were secured, the world was theirs - why should they not havepeace andstability until the end of time? But the population grew and grew,filling thevast City and, buried deep in the collective psyche of the Europeanraces,something began to stir - some long-buried memory of rapid evolutionarygrowth.Change was needed. Change was wanted. But the Seven were againstChange.For more than a century they succeeded and their great world-spanningCitythrived. If a man worked hard, he could climb the levels into a worldof spaceand luxury; if he failed in business or committed a crime he would bedemoted -down toward the crowded, stinking Lowers. Each man knew his place inthe greatscheme of things and obeyed the dictats of the Seven. Yet the pressuresplacedupon the system were great and as the population climbed toward thefortybillion mark something had to give.It began with the assassination of Li Shai Tung's Minister, Lwo Kang,in 2196,the poor man blown into the next world along with his Junior Ministerswhile basking in the Imperial solarium. The Seven - the great Lords andrulers of Chung Kuo - hit back at once, arresting Edmund Wyatt, one of theleading figuresof the Dispersionist faction responsible for the Minister's death. Butit was not to end there. Within days of the public execution of Wyatt in 2198,the Dispersionists - a coalition of high-powered merchants and politicians
-struck another deadly blow, killing Li Han Ch'in, son of the T'ang, Li ShaiTung, andheir to City Europe, on the day of his wedding to the beautiful FeiYen. It might have ended there, with the decision of the Seven to take noaction in reprisal for Prince Han's death - to adopt a OF GIFTS AND STONES policyof peaceful non-action, wuwei - but for one man such a course of actioncould not be borne. Taking matters into his own hands, Li Shai Tung's General,Knut Tolonen, marched into the House of Representatives in Weimar and killedthe leader of the Dispersionists, Under Secretary Lehmann. It was an actalmost guaranteed to tumble Chung Kuo into a bloody civil war unless the angerof the Dispersionists could be assuaged and concessions made.Concessions were made, an uneasy peace maintained, but the divisionsbetween rulers and ruled remained, their conflicting desires - the Seven forStasis, theDispersionists for Change - unresolved. Amongst those concessions theSeven had permitted the Dispersionists to build a starship, The New Hope. As theshipapproached readiness, the Dispersionists pushed things even further atWeimar,impeaching the tea - the Representatives of the Seven in the House -and effectively declaring their independence. In response the Sevendestroyed TheNew Hope. War was declared.The five year "War-that-Wasn't-a-War" left the Dispersionists broken,their leaders dead, their Companies confiscated. The great push for Changehad been crushed and peace returned to Chung Kuo. But the war had woken older,far stronger currents of dissent. In the depths of the City new movementsbegan toarise, seeking not merely to change the system, but to revolutionise italtogether. One of these factions, the Ping Tiao, or "Levellers",wanted to pulldown the great City of three hundred levels and destroy the Empire ofthe Han. Among the ruling council of the Ping Tiao was a young Hung Mao, or"European"woman, Emily Ascher. Driven by a desire for social justice, Emilyorchestrated a campaign of attacks on corrupt officials designed to destabilise CityEurope.But her fellows on the council were not satisfied with such piecemealand "unambitious" methods and when the new Dispersionist leader, DeVore,offered them an alliance, they grabbed it against her advice.Once a Major in Li Shai Tung's Security service, Howard DeVore wasinstrumental in both the assassination of Li Han Ch'in and the "War" that followed. Based on Mars, he sent in autonomous copies of himself to do his bidding, usingany meanspossible to destroy the Seven and their City. The House ofRepresentatives, theDispersionists, the Ping Tiao - each in turn was used then discarded byhim,cynically and without thought for the harm done to individuals. Aidedby anetwork of young Security officers he had recruited over the years, hefought asavage guerrilla war against his former Masters, his only aim, itseemed, awholly nihilistic one. 
Yet the Seven were not helpless in the face of such assaults. Tolonen,promotedto Marshal of the Council of Generals, recruited a giant of a man,Gregor Karr,a "blood" or to-the-death fighter from the lowest levels of the City,the "Net",to act as his foil against DeVore and the Dispersionists. Karr wasjoined byanother low-level fighter named Kao Chen - one of the two assassinsresponsiblefor the attack on the Imperial solarium that had begun the struggle.For a time the status quo was maintained, but three of the most seniorT'angdied during the War with the Dispersionists, leaving the Council ofSeven weaker and more inexperienced than they'd been in all the long years of theirrule. When Wang Sau-leyan, the youngest son of Wang Hsien, ruler of CityAfrica,became Pang after his father's suspect death, things looked ominous,particularly as the young man seemed to delight in creating turmoilamong theSeven. But Li Yuan, inheriting from his father, formed effectivealliances with his fellow Tang, Wu Shih of North America, Tsu Ma of West Asia and WeiFeng ofEast Asia to block Wang in Council, outvoting him four to three.Even so, as Chung Kuo's population continued to grow, furtherconcessions had to be made. The great Edict of Technological Control - the means by whichthe Seven had kept change at bay for more than a century - was to be relaxed, theHouse of Representatives at Weimar reopened, in return for guarantees ofpopulationcontrols. For the first time in fifty years the Seven began to tackle theproblems oftheir world, facing up to the necessity for limited change, but was ittoo late? Were the great tides of unrest unleashed by earlier wars about tooverwhelm them? It certainly seemed so. And when DeVore managed to persuade Li Yuan'snewly-appointed General, Hans Ebert, to secretly ally with him, thewritingseemed on the wall. Hans Ebert had it all; handsome, strong, intelligent, he was heir tothe genetics and Pharmaceuticals Company, GenSyn -Chung Kuo's largestmanufacturingconcern - but he was also a vain, amoral young man, a cold-blooded"hero" with the secret ambition of deposing the Seven and becoming "King of theWorld", anambition DeVore assiduously fed. While Ebert turned a blind eye, DeVorebegan to construct a chain of fortresses in the Alpine wilderness at the heartof CityEurope, preparing for the day when he might bring it all crashing down.But that was not to be. Karr and Kao Chen, aided by a young lieutenant,Haavikko,uncovered the plot and revealed it to Marshal Tolonen, whose owndaughter,Jelka, was betrothed to Hans Ebert Tolonen, childhood companion ofEberfs father, Klaus, went straight to his lifelong friend and told him of hisson's betrayal, allowing him twenty-four hours to deal with the matterpersonally.Hans, meanwhile had been instructed by Li Yuan to destroy the networkof fortresses. His hands tied, he did so, then returned to face hisfather. Klaus would have killed his only son, but Hans' goat-like helper - a creationof his father's genetic laboratories - killed the old man. Hans fled theplanet and wascondemned to death in his absence. Li Yuan, it would seem, was saved. Yet the seed of destruction had been sown elsewhere, in the infatuation of his cousin Tsu Ma for Li Yuan'sbeautiful wife,Fei Yen. Their brief, clandestine affair was ended by Tsu Ma, but notbefore the damage was done. Fei Yen fell pregnant Li Yuan was at first delighted,but then,when Fei Yen defied him and, late in her pregnancy, went riding, hedestroyedher horses. She left him, returning to her father's house. There, alonewith him, she told him that the child she was carrying was not his.Devastated, hereturned home and, after his father's death, divorced Fei Yen, thuspreventingher son - born two days after his coronation - from inheriting. Therift, itseemed, was final. He married again that day, taking three wives,determined to put the past behind him.But time casts long shadows. Just as the brutal pattern of the tyrantTsao Ch'un's thinking was imprinted in the restrictive levels of his greatworld-spanning City, so the blight of those twin betrayals - by hiswife and byhis most trusted man, his General, Hans Ebert - was imprinted deep inLi Yuan's psyche. A darkness settled within the young T'ang, leading him topursue new andquite radical solutions to his City's problems -solutions like theWiringProject As civil unrest proliferated and control gradually slipped fromthe Seven, as the lower levels of their great Cities slowly fell into thehands of the Triads and the false Messiahs, so the temptation to control thecivilisation by other means grew. For Li Yuan there had long been only one solution.All of his citizens would be "wired" - a controlling device placed in everyadulf s head so they might be tracked and, if necessary, destroyed. It was avile solution, but no viler, perhaps, than the alternative - to see thegreat Citiesmelt away and the rule of the Seven at an end.As if to emphasise that necessity, new opposition groups sprang up oneafter another - the violently terrorist Yu, the North American-based Sons ofBenjaminFranklin, the Black Hand, and many more, each wishing to destroy whatwas and replace it with their own vision of what a society should be. Thedemand for Change became a mad scramble for power. Yet still the Seven maintainedcontrol... of a kind. In the Summer of 2208, Wu Shih, T'ang of North America, decided to drawthe dragon's teeth, arresting the Sons and incarcerating them, refusing togive themup to their powerful fathers until a guarantee of good behaviour wassigned andsealed He got his way, but in doing so sealed his own fate, for it wasnow onlya matter of time before his City would fall. In seeking to stem theRevolution,he had merely fed its flames. When the Sons emerged from their fifteen-month imprisonment they had been hardened by the experience. Under theleadership ofJoseph Kennedy, the latest scion in that long and prestigious line,they formedthe New Republican Party, determined to bring about a political sea-change andto wrest power from the hands of the Seven.Within the Seven the internecine fighting had worsened, and when theT'ang ofAfrica, Wang Sau-leyan, attacked Li Yuan's floating palace and killedhis wives,war between them seemed inevitable. But lack of proof and fear of evengreaterchaos stayed Li Yuan's hand. The Seven were divided as never before,yet stillthe Cities stood. Even so, the experience had once again scarred LiYuan deeplyand served to throw him ever closer to his fellow T'ang, Wu Shih andTsu Ma. Between the three of them, perhaps, they might yet rule strongly andwisely. Theunthinkable - the destruction of the age-old rule of Seven and its replacementby a strong triumvirate - was now openly discussed.But Li Yuan's greater schemes had once again to be set aside in theface of trouble in his own City. The death of DeVore's earthbound copy -pursued andfinally killed by the giant Karr - left a power vacuum in the lowerlevels, avacuum soon to be filled by one of DeVore's erstwhile allies, thealbino Stefan Lehmann. Lehmann, estranged son of the one-time Dispersionist leader, fled tothe icyAlpine wastes after the fall of DeVore's fortresses. It was from therehe returned in the spring of 2209, hardened by the experience, and setabout makinga name for himself in the lowers of City Europe, infiltrating the cut­throat world of criminal activity and ruthlessly climbing the ranks of theTriad brotherhoods until, in a massive campaign in the summer of 2209, hedefeated the combined forces of the five great Triad lords and became the WhiteTang, Li Min-"Brave Carp" - sole ruler of the European underworld.At that single instant Li Yuan might have acted to crush Lehmann, forthe albino's power was weak after his efforts. But Li Yuan - emotionallyshattered by the death of his wives and the depth of division that had beenrevealed amongthe Seven -failed to take advantage of the situation. Li Min, the"Brave Carp",survived and began to consolidate his dark and brutal empire in thelowest levels of Li Yuan's City.On Mars the real DeVore, learning from the failures of his first"embassy" toChung Kuo, was planning a new assault upon the Seven - preparing a newrange ofgenetic copies,subtler and more deadly than the last. Even there, amongthe nineteen cities of the Martian Plains, unrest had reached fever pitchand needed only a single incident to trigger violent revolution. Yet when it came,it was from an unexpected direction.Hans Ebert, much changed after his great fall from power, had foundhimself on Mars, in DeVore's employ as a humble sweeper in one of his huge geneticfactories. Wearing a prosthetic mask to conceal his features, Ebert hadslowlyrefashioned himself, motivated by a deep aversion for the creature hehad once been. However, pushed beyond his limits, he killed a man, placinghimself once more in DeVore's power. Fastening on the opportunity, DeVore planned touse him in a scheme to destroy Marshal Tolonen emotionally by kidnappingTolonen's daughter, Jelka - on Mars on her way back to Chung Kuo - and marryingher to Ebert. But Ebert refused to take part in DeVore's schemes and, aided bya lost race of Africans, the Osu - descendants of the early settlers of Mars -he helped release Jelka even as the cities of Mars burned.As the cities of the Martian Plain had fallen, so too might those ofEarth - of Chung Kuo, the great Han Empire, for there too it needed but a singleincident to trigger violent change. And of the seven great Cities of Chung Kuo,the most powerful - North America - was also the most vulnerable. Rumours of alost American Empire - thrown over by the Han - were rife, and old and youngalike had begun to clamour for a return to past glories. Wu Shih, Tang ofNorth America, saw this and, much concerned, strove to control the leaders ofthe new movements - particularly Joseph Kennedy, who seemed to embody thespirit of theage. But for all his power, Wu Shih did not have it all his own way.One of those facing him in North America, and standing in starkcontrast, wasEmily Ascher. Smuggled out of City Europe when the Ping Tiao movementdisintegrated and given a new identity - as Mary Jennings - she met oneof the Sons, Michael Lever, and became his wife. That marriage made her richbeyond alldreams, yet riches of themselves meant nothing to her. She was stilldriven by avision of Change, and now began to pursue it by other means, playingConscience to the great North American City and taking on the role of "ElderSister",determined to alleviate the suffering in the lower levels of heradopted City.Ranged against her, however, were other forces with different agendas:the Old Men - Michael Lever's father Charles foremost among them -with theirinsane pursuit of Immortality; Wu Shih with his desire for stability at anycost; andJoseph Kennedy, whose crusading zeal had been effectively neutered byWu Shih. All in all, it was a recipe for disaster, and disaster eventuallyovertook them in the winter of 2212 - though not from any of these sources.Wu Shih might have survived Emily's "Elder Sister" campaign; he mighteven have survived Joseph Kennedy's on-air suicide; but when one of the orbital factories 
-its systems' refurbishments long overdue - fell from the sky into themidst of his City, he could not ride out the political storm that followed. WuShih died,attacked in his own Imperial craft, while his great City burned.Many got out - Michael and Emily among them - but billions perishedwhen North America fell, and the dark shadow of that fall etched itself deep inthe minds of those that remained. Tsao Ch'un's dream of stability - of an Utopiathat would last ten thousand years - once so solid and unchallengeable, wascoming toan end. For some time, the actions of the young T'ang of Africa, Wang Sau-leyanhad created divisions among the Seven, particularly in Council, where allimportantdecisions were made. In tie autumn of 2213, however, division tippedover into open warfare. Wang's direct assault on his fellow rulers at one oftheir ceremonial gatherings - an attempt that almost succeeded, with two ofhis cousins killed and another badly wounded - brought a swift reprisal. LiYuan's dream of a ruling triumvirate finally came about - though in darkercircumstances than he envisaged - when he, Tsu Ma and Wei Tseng-li, thenew T'ang of East Asia, sent their armies into Africa to destroy Wang Sau­leyan'spower.The death of the odious Wang closed one chapter of Chung Kuo'shistory,yet it could not stem the headlong tide of Change. In the seventeenyears sinceLi Shai Tung's Minister, Lwo Kang, had been assassinated in theImperialsolarium, all respect for the Seven had drained away. Li Yuan sought toreverse this tendency by giving the people greater representation in governmentand - in the war against Wang Sau-leyan -by creating peoples' armies, but it wasnot enough. The great House of Representatives at Weimar spoke only forthose with money and power and then only on a limited range of matters, for realpowerremained firmly in the hands of the Seven. And all the while, a numberof other factors - the corruption of officials, the constant nepotism, the vastdisparityin wealth between those at the top of the City (First Level) and thosein the Lowers, the ever-increasing population - only served to stoke the greatengineof popular discontent. 
To be honest, these were not problems which had begun with the City -such things were millennia-old long before the first mile-high segment ofTsao Ch'un's world-spanning megalopolis was eased onto its supportingpillars - butconditions within the City exacerbated them, and while the richcontinued to prosper, the poor grew daily poorer and more hungry. Something had togive.Indeed, something would give. Yet, behind the struggle for power - thatage-oldbattle between the haves and have-nots -was another, far greaterstruggle forthe imagination, and for the very soul of Mankind: the "War of the TwoDirections", a war that would ultimately centre upon a pair ofindividuals who,in their work and lives, would embody entirely different approaches toexistence. Those two were Ben Shepherd and Kim Ward, the former the most talentedartist of his time, the latter the most gifted scientist. Growing up during theseyears ofdramatic change, their work came to represent a level of creative lifewhich,for more than a century, had been harshly suppressed by the Seven. Theworld into which they were born was culturally sterile: its science was at astandstill, filling in gaps in old research and perfecting machinesdevelopedcenturies before; its art even worse, having returned to principlesmore than 1500 years old. Its scientists were technicians, its artists artisans.Cominginto this climate of creative atrophy - a climate carefully nurtured bythe Edict and the "Rules of Art" - Ben and Kim could not help but berevolutionary.Ben Shepherd, the great-great grandson of the City's architect, wasborn in the Domain, an unspoilt valley in England's West Country. There, in thoseidyllicsurroundings, was nurtured his fascination with mimicry, darkness and"the other side" which was to culminate eventually in his development of a whollynew art form, the Shell. Over the years he would shamelessly draw upon his ownlife -the death by cancer of his father, the lost love of a young woman namedCatherine, and his complex sexual relationship with his sister, Meg -weavingthese elements together to create a powerful tale.Kim Ward, on the other hand, was a product of the Clay, that dark landbeneath the City's foundations. Rescued from that savage hell, he spent theformative years of his early youth in State institutions, surviving that brutal regimethrough an astonishing quickness of mind and a matching physicalagility. Hisinnate talents recognised by Berdichev, Head of the great SimFicCorporation anda leading Dispersionist, Kim was bought and then, almost as casually,discarded when Kim's darker side - rooted in his experiences in the Clay -emerged afterone particularly provocative incident when he badly hurt another boy.Fortunately Berdichev was not the only one to recognise Kim's uniqueintellectual talents and he found an unexpected benefactor in Li Yuan,who, whenWard emerged from a long period of character reconstruction, gave himboth his freedom and the wherewithal to begin his own Company in North America.But that was not to be. The Old Men, seeing in Kim the means of achieving theirdream of Immortality, deliberately set about destroying his business venture,hoping toforce his hand. But Ward would not serve them. Kim had other dreams, among them that of marrying the Marshal'sbeautiful daughter, Jelka. But Tolonen would not permit the match and sent hisdaughteraway on a tour of thecolony planets. Kim, devastated, swore to waituntil she came of age and signed a seven year contract as a Commodity slave withthe SimFic Corporation in a deal that would make him fantastically rich.And while he waited he would pursue his other dream - his vision of a great Web,first glimpsed in the dark wilderness of the Clay.Shepherd and Ward, Shell and Web - the two were antithetical,representing inmany ways those very things over which Li Yuan and DeVore had foughtfor so long-the "Two Directions" facing Mankind.Ben's Shell was the image of inwardness, a body-sized sensory-deprivation unitdesigned to replace objective reality with a subjective experience thatwas more powerful than real life. Unlike reality, however, its very perfectionwas as seductive and consequently as addictive as the most lethal drug, itsperfectiona form of death by separation - a withdrawal from the world.The Web, on the other hand, was the very symbol of outwardness, avision of an all-connecting light quite literally so, for Kim's Web was conceived asa means of linking the very stars themselves.The safety of the past or the uncertainty of the future? Inwardness oroutwardness? Connection or Separation? These choices, like theperpetual Yin and Yang of the ancient Tao itself, would determine Chung Kuo's future. Yetthe shadows cast by past events would also play their part Back in thesummer of 2203, Li Shai Tung called together his relatives, his advisors and hisclosest friends, to celebrate the betrothal of his son, Li Yuan, to thePrincess Fei Yen. But while outwardly he smiled and laughed, secretly the old T'anghad misgivings about the match. Fei Yen had been his murdered elder son'swife and,though the marriage had never been consummated, it felt wrong - anaffront against tradition - to let his younger son, now heir, step into hisdead brother's shoes so blatantly.That same day, his son received two special gifts. The first was fromLi Shai Tung's arch-enemy, DeVore. It was a wet cki set, a hardwood board andtwo wooden pots of rounded stones. Such a gift was not unusual, yet whereas in anormal wei dn set there would be one hundred and eighty-one black stones and onehundred and eighty white, DeVore had sent three hundred and sixty-one whitestones. Stones carved from human bone. Symbolically the board was Chung Kuo, the stones its people. And white... white was traditionally the Han colour of death. DeVore was telling Li ShaiTung thathe would fill the world with death. But there was a second gift, this time from the Marshal's daughter,Jelka. Her betrothal present to Li Yuan was a set of miniature carved figures:eight tinywarriors - the eight heroes of Chinese legend, their faces blacked torepresenttheir honour. Shocked by the symbolic message of the first gift, Li Shai Tung wasdelighted bythe second. A bad omen had been overturned. There would be death,certainly, yetthere would also be heroes to fight against its final triumph.Yes. It was written. When the board was filled with white, then,finally, wouldthe eight black heroes come.And so it transpired. When DeVore finally returned, at the head of avast armyof copy selves, it was Hans Ebert and the Osu - eight black heroes -who faced him and, aided by the Machine, a benign Artificial Intelligence,defeated the great arch-enemy. The mile-high city was destroyed, the rule of theSeven effectively ended. Li Yuan, for once totally indebted to his servants and allies, was forced to promise to build a new world. In the years thatfollowed,what remained of that great City of Ice was torn down and a newenvironment,more humane than the old, a veritable "China on the Rhine", was builtin its place, based ironically on Ben Shepherd's best-selling fiction TheFamiliar. Indeed, that new experiment in living might have worked -might evenhave broughta new flowering of humanity - had not Li Yuan, tired and wishing toabsolve himself of responsibility, handed over the reins of government to hisfifth wife Pei K'ung.Pei K'ung proved a capable and efficient ruler, and if any one personcould be said to have held the Empire together in those first ten years, then itwas Pei K'ung. But what had once been political virtues - her stubbornness, herruthlessness, her desire to succeed at any cost - eventually becameliabilities. Slowly she replaced her husband's officials with her own, surroundingherself with lickspittles such as I Ye, her Head of Security; Ming Ai, theeunuch, herPrivate Secretary and shadow Chancellor, and the odious Chu Po, herlover and confidant. With such half-men running things, court life once againbecame a spider's web of deceit In short, Pei K'ung became a monster. Worse, shecame to despise her husband and consider him a weak man, incapable of action.And so it seemed when Ben Shepherd came to visit the San Chang - the ThreePalaces Li Yuan had had built at Mannheim after the war - Li Yuan was encouraged by Bento become involved once more. Between them, they hatched a plan todiscredit Pei K'ung and seize the reins of power again.And what better way than to finally give Pei K'ung what she wanted -permissionto try to unify the world once again; to bring back the ancientcertainties of a single world state: Chung Kuo. But though Li Yuan signed Pei K'ung'sedict levying taxes on the common people - taxes that would finance thatgreat war ofreunification - it was his hidden purpose to lose the ensuing war andthen to abdicate in favour of his son, Li Kuei Jen, thus wiping the slate cleanand giving his son and his new wife the chance to start anew.Such was the plan. A formal alliance was made with the North Americans,who would provide troops and weaponry. Marshal Karr was sent east toMashhad to meet with Hu Wang-chih, a West Asian Warlord, to form a secret allianceagainst hisfellow Warlords. Everything, it seemed, was in place. And then Li Yuanfell in love, a hopeless infatuation with his son's bride's sister - a fifteen­year-oldMinor Family princess named Hsu Lung hsin, "Dragon Heart". Bewitched byher, LiYuan defied common sense and pursued her, willing to wreck his planssimply tohave her. In the midst of everything, he divorced Pei K'ung and marriedDragonHeart. Yet even as Li Yuan emotionally self-destructed, the situationdisintegratedabout him. Warlord Hu was assassinated, and Li Yuan's Second BannerArmy - sentin to pacify the region - was destroyed by the new Warlord, Li Yuan'sown cast-off son, Han Ch'in. Faced with a war on two fronts -against hisson and his ex-wife, Li Yuan made a deal with Han Ch'in, then sent Karr to dealwith Pei K'ung. But arriving at Pei K'ung's citadel, Karr found that Pei K'ung'sgeneralshad slit the old Empress's throat There was peace. But it was peace ata highprice, for the bonds that once tied Li Yuan's servants to him hadfinallybroken. His son, Kuei Jen, hurt badly by his father's new marriage,fled to exile in North America, while Ben Shepherd, having lost all patiencewith Li Yuan, returned to his Domain. Most tragically of all, Kim Ward, who haddone so much to try to make the new society work, finally turned his back onChung Kuo,returning to his base on Ganymede, from where he began to build a greatfleet 'of starships; his aim, to colonise the stars.In the years that followed, things slowly deteriorated as Li Yuanindulged hisnew wife's whims and fancies. In the face of food shortages and riots,Li Yuan began to wire his population. Marshal Karr, appalled by thisdevelopment andrealising he could do more outside of government than as a servant ofthe T'ang,resigned his commission. Even Li Yuan's staunchest supporter, hisChancellor Heng Yu, was riven with indecision. Things came to a head, finally,when an outbreak of plague - a strain of an ancient GenSyn drug, Golden Dreams
-ravagedChung Kuo. 
The ensuing devastation was great Nearly ninety per cent of thepopulation werekilled, the survivors bearing the mark of the plague in their thin andwasted forms, and in the gold of their eyes.Among those survivors was Li Yuan. Reunited with both his sons, andwith his wizened first wife, Fei Yen, he fled his shattered Empire for NorthAmerica,even as DeVore returned at the head of a force of thirty thousandmorphs.And so things are. Out in the orbit of Jupiter, Kim Ward has launchedfour greatfleets - each accompanied by one of the gas gianf s moons - to sail tothe stars, while back on Earth a new phase of the long war has begun, withEmilyAscher once more cast into the role of terrorist, using the oldDispersionistbases in the Swiss Wilds to fight a new enemy, her erstwhile ally andadmirer,Howard DeVore, now ruler of a depleted City Europe. 
PROLOGUE - SPRING 2240 the father of lies Why was I so frightened in my dream that I awoke? Did not a childcarrying amirror come to me? "O Zarathustra," the child said to me, "look at yourself in themirror!" But when I looked into the mirror I cried out and my heart was shaken:for I did not see myself, I saw the sneer and grimace of a devil.
-Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra. 1885the father of lies The bee climbed the outside of the flower's bell, lifting and droppingin the air, its jointed legs grasping the rim, the flower swaying beneath itsweight,its delicate, translucent wings half-raised in balance.Ben watched. Close by, only inches from his face, the flower gaped,blood red above the rich, dark green of its leaves. Its scent was sweet,intoxicating. Ithad drawn him as inexorably as the bee. His hand, outstretched totouch, hadpaused and now rested near the flower's base, almost cupping thepetals.Leaf shadow fell across his hand, moving gently with the wind'smovement throughthe branches of the tree above, forming a gauze upon the fair, hairlessskin. He glanced up, hearing music. A haunting Dowland melody. Lute andvoice. Sighing, he looked back. The lawn was damp. Moisture had soaked through the thin material of his trousers. He watched the bee pull itself up onto theflower's rim, then tilt forward, down into the dark red mouth.Encased, the insect's body seemed suddenly huge, the perspective of thebell abruptly changed, grown vast and yet filled by that presence at itsheart. The insect moved, its antennae searching frantically, erratically, like ablind man in a strange house, yet at the centre of that great furred body therewas a perfect stillness.And the colours. Ben shivered, drinking in the colours. The richlygolden "fur"of the bee - a yellow-gold slashed through with black, the sameblackness that was at the flower's heart. Intensities of red and gold and black.Primal. And all about him in the garden, innumerable, overpowering shades of green.Colours enough within the green to frame another spectrum.How the universe once was. Vivid. A sensory explosion.Ben stood, the memory stored, and as he looked about him he was awaresuddenlyof the underlying silence, of that perfect realm of nothingness thatunderpinnedthe Cosmos. A blank sheet. His eternal starting point.In the morning light the garden seemed renewed. Long beds of flowersbordered the gentle slope of the lawn, alive with flaming tips of perse, ceriseand cadmium; colours he loved for their precise shadings, for the way theyvaried from the primaries. Gazing at them, he felt a profound satisfaction,his eyestracing their gradual ascent until he found he was staring at the vine-hung backwall of the old thatched cottage.The music changed. From the dark interior of the house came thebeautiful opening strains of the Seventh Symphony, the second movement - theAllegretto.Smiling, he went inside."Coffee?" Ben turned, looking across the shadowed length of the dining room, pastthe silent, standing shapes of the dark oak table and tall-backed woodenchairs, towhere Meg stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Smiling, she drew astrand of her long, dark hair behind her ear, and in his mind he saw his motherstandingthere, the gesture, like the outward form of both women, identical."Yes," he said softly. "I'd like that"Ben watched her turn and vanish into the kitchen, then went across and sat in the armchair by the latticed window. His workbook lay where he had leftit earlier, on the floor beside the chair. He reached down and set it inhis lap.It was no ordinary book. This was a big, square, leather-bound book,its largewhite pages filled with all manner of colourful symbols and strange,shorthand notations, as if it had been written by some ancient alchemist orarchimage.Underlying the whiteness of the paper was a faint, grid-like structure,while at the top right-hand corner of each page was a number, drawn in brightvermilion ink. Built into the arm of the chair in which Ben sat was what at first glance lookedlike a painter's palette. It held Ben's pens -special pens which he hadmade himself. Taking one, he paused, staring fiercely into the air, as iffixing oneof the dust motes that drifted in the beam of sunlight from the nearbyopenwindow, then began to write.For a time he worked, conscious of some vague, not-to-be-articulatedshape tothe thing on the page before him. Page S.627b: 67-80. That red inknotation in the top corner of the page provided the context in which he worked; aprecisereference on a much larger and more complex grid, most of which he heldwithin his head. Returning to the room, Meg set down the coffee on the low table next toBen,then took a chair across from him, watching her brother work.After a time he put the pens away, closed up the palette and looked upat her. He was still handsome. Clean shaven, his hair neatly trimmed, he seemedfar younger than he actually was. And no youth-enhancing drugs kept himthat way. Infact, he scorned their use, preferring the lines of approaching age tothe smoothness of the jaded-young. Rumours abounded of some secret potion,but Ben Shepherd was young by nature."Your coffee ..." she said. He stared at it a moment, observing its surface, the way the light fellon the dull, coated liquid, then looked up at her again, smiling, his eyes,which seemed forever full of seeing, studying her features as one might studya familiar landscape."Has Catherine called?" 
Meg shook her head. Ben's wife was rarely here these days, and evenwhen she was, it was never a comfortable arrangement But that was scarcelyCatherine's fault She was what Ben had made her. If she chose to spend her dayselsewhere,that was as much Ben's fault for neglecting her as hers for finallyabandoningthe relationship.Catherine had loved him, almost as much as she herself loved him, butin the end her patience had worn thin. So it was. And yet she herself remained.Until death. His sister-wife. Ben was watching her now; waiting for her to ask him. Finally shesuccumbed. "How's it going?""Poorly," he said, his eyes not moving from her face; gauging her, allthe while appraising her. This - this unnatural watchfulness of his, thisintensity ofvision - was what disconcerted most people. She was quite used to it;after all,she had endured close on fifty years of being watched by him. She hadnothing tohide. But others feared to meet his gaze. Some tried to brazen it out,but most of them simply wilted before that fixed and iron stare. It seemed tothem that such an excess of seeing was not simply unnatural but, in a way, super­natural. To encompass so much; to see so coldly and so clearly - through to thebone, asBen so often said. And in a sense they were right It was unnatural."What’s wrong?" she asked. "I thought things were going well.""Ifs something in the story itself," he said, and for the briefestmoment his eyes seemed to look inward; then they resumed their fierce, acquisitivegaze."Something that no clever games with surfaces and textures caneradicate. A basic design fault, you might say."At that he laughed, but at the same time his right fist was clenched,and she,almost as watchful of him as he was of her, noted that and read itsmeaning.He looked down at the workbook in his lap and shook his head. "I meanto give itup.""Ben?" Meg almost stood, she was so surprised. She leaned forward,staring athim. "But you can't. You've spent so long on it' You can't just discardit because of some momentary sense of disaffection! Persevere. Ride outthe storm. You'll feel different in a month." 
But even as she said it, she saw that her words were having no effectHe had decided. In those few moments, tinkering with his notes - in the lengthof time it took a cup of coffee to grow cold - he had decided to abandon eightyears'work. It was all there in his face; the determination to make a breakwith it To start something new.Meg sat back, sighing deeply. Mad. Her brother was mad."I suppose I realised it earlier," Ben said, his fist slowlyunclenching;something relaxing in him even as he spoke, "when I was out in thegarden. But Ididn't understand it Not until a moment ago.""Understand what?" "That I was on the outside. Small, insignificant. And what I was doingwas small and insignificant, too. I had to get inside. Into that dark intensityat the heart of things. Over the rim, so to speak.""But I thought that was what you were doing.""No," he said, the boyish smile returning. But for once Meg found shecouldn't follow him. Just what exactly did he mean when he said he had to get"inside"? "But eight years, Ben. All of that careful, painstaking work ...wasted." He shook his head. "No. Not wasted, Meg. Think of all the things I'velearned. All of those tricks and techniques I discovered along the way. Thingsno one else can do. I can use all of that Refine it Focus it all on somethingreal,something meaningful."And Death? she wanted to ask. Isn't Death meaningful? Or was thatmerelyrhetoric? "What will SimFic say?" she asked, changing tack, trying to bring thediscussion back from its metaphysical heights and onto firmer, more practicalground."Oughtn't they to be in on any decision you make about the work? Afterall, theypaid you enough for it"He smiled. Tve already thought of that I'll give them HeadStims. Threeof them. I can cut them pretty quickly, from the basic background material. Theycan getone of their boys to run basic plots over the top. There's a big marketfor them now, especially in America."He paused and, for the briefest moment, looked away. It was a strangelyrevealing gesture. Then he looked back at her, defying her to gainsayhim. "In fact," he continued, "they'll probably be more pleased than if I'dgiven them a completed shell. They could have the first of them six monthsfrom now." "And Jack Neville?" "Jack will go along with whatever I want""Maybe. But he'll be disappointed. You said ...""It doesn't matter what I said," Ben said, a slight irritation creepinginto his voice. "As long as he makes a profit on the deal.""But I thought you said ...""Meg!'She looked down, stung by the reprimand. It was so unlike him.For a long time after that she sat there quietly, running it throughher mind. It all seemed much too quick, much too neat to satisfy her, yet shecould see that something had happened in the garden earlier; something that hadcrystallised his thoughts. But she knew that the real genesis of thatmoment layseveral days back, when he had begun to re-read his workbooks.Moreover, shesuspected that it was not so much to do with the meaning or directionof the work as with something else. Yet to ask Ben would be to break anotherof their unspoken rules. For a time she hesitated, then, her voice soft, almostapologetic, she asked:"Were you afraid, Ben? Was that it? Afraid that you couldn't match TheFamiliar?" Ben didn't look away. His eyes held her own. Nor did he flinch at herquestion,yet his stare became fixed and fierce, as though tormented. Finally, itwas she who looked away.My God, he was afraid...Afraid. Ben, who had never been afraid of a single thing in his lifeAfraid of failing? Afraid, what?... of being merely human?And how long had he felt like this? Since the reading? Or before? Wasthat whyhe had failed to heed her advice? Had the crisis come long ago, and shehad missed it? It was quiet where they sat. There was only the sound of thegrandfather clockin the shadowed hallway. Then, unexpectedly, he got up and walked overto the window. Standing there, looking out through the open casement, he beganto talk. "If s all quite simple, really. The challenge I set myself was to tryto create something better, more powerful than The Familiar. But how could I dothat? The Familiar was perfect. I see that now. I said all I had to say in that,showed all I had to show. To go forward from that..."He paused, shaking his head, then."I fled into complexity. Into the realm of intricacy and fine detail. I 
thought
that somehow the answer might lie there. But I was wrong. Worse, I
thought I
could nail Death. Pin him down and copy him. I thought that maybe that
way I
could finally out-do myself, by landing the biggest fish of all. But I
couldn't. 
I was only fooling myself. It was all semantics and sophistry. And when
I came 
to understand that, I had to take a step back and reassess what I was
doing.
That" s when the fear first came." 
"But Ben..." 
"No. Hear me out, Meg. If I don't say this ..."
Ben looked down. For the first time in his life he had been humbled by
something; for the first time he was in awe of something bigger than
himself. 
And when he met her eyes again it was a different Ben Shepherd looking
out at 
her. 
"You were right, you see," he said quietly. "I was afraid. But it
wasn't just
that The fear ... well, I can live with that Whaf s much more difficult
to live 
with is the possibility that I'm wrong. That The Familiar isn't my
final word on 
things. That I really can improve on what I did. But not with this.
That's why I
have to throw this other thing off. That's why I have to start anew."
"I see," she said softly. "But what will you do? Where will you start
to look?" 
"I have no idea." 
"And you're sure that this other thing ..."
"Is a dead end?" he finished for her, a slight smile at the corner of
his mouth 
because of the pun. "Yes. Quite sure."
She shivered, as if cold, then, stepping closer, held him to her
tightly,
feeling the faint tremor in him.
"You understand then?" he asked softly, whispering the words into her
ear. 
"No," she answered. "But if it's what you want to do." 

Meg set the large blue earthenware bowl down on the table among the
other bowls,
then slipped off the oven gloves and set them aside.
"Mmmm ..." DeVore said from the far end of the table, "that smells
delicious. 
What is it?" 
"It's Ben's favourite," Meg answered, looking to where Ben sat, facing
Catherine 
across the table. "Rabbit stew with dumplings."
"It sounds wonderful," DeVore said, his dark eyes sparkling at his
hostess. 
"Oh, it is," Catherine said, reaching across to lay her hand over 

DeVore's. "There's nothing in the city can touch Meg's cooking. She has a geniusfor it" "Then I am honoured, Miss Shepherd.""You're welcome," Meg said, a slight awkwardness to her manner as shelifted off the lids and began to ladle first stew and then carrots and potatoesinto the deep bowls by her elbow. "But I cannot honestly accept your praise. Therabbit was as he was made. We merely caught him. And the spices are mixed tomymother's recipe. I but carry out her instructions.""Very modest," DeVore said, his eyes seeming to drink in Shepherd'ssister, "butI know there is a kind of magic in good cookery. And if Catherinepraises it..."Catherine had put on weight, Meg noticed. Not much, but enough to makeher seem more solid, less cat-like than she'd once appeared. As the years wentby hernatural beauty was being slowly swallowed up by a kind of matronlyquality. Benhad commented upon it more than once - on one occasion even to herface. But just now Ben was silent, as he had been this past hour. ^Meg lifted the first bowl and handed it across to Catherine to pass onto their chief guest."Thank you." DeVore unfurled his napkin and placed it onhis lap,then looked about him, waiting until the others had received theirbowls. When all were ready, Ben gave a little nod and they all began to eat"Oh, yes," DeVore said after a moment, looking across at Meg with abeamingsmile. "This is indeed a delight. That taste!""We forget," Ben said. "Once the whole world was as fresh as the tasteof a young rabbit"DeVore nodded. "Thaf s true. But things pass. New things must havetheir time,don't you think?"Ben shrugged and looked down, content, it seemed, to eat his stew anddumplings.Catherine, conscious of the awkward lull, leaned forward, determined tofill it with talk "I was in Dortmund last week, at the Klaiser Gallery. They've anexhibition of the new art Ifs wonderful, Ben. Such vivid colours! Such life!""I've seen it," Ben said without looking up."Ben's not a fan of the new," Meg said, looking to her chief guest"Maybe so," DeVore said, reaching across to break a hunk of bread fromthe nearby loaf. "And yet he's single-handedly revolutionised art I saw apreview ofthe exhibition Catherine's talking about and must say that, personally, I found it ... regressive.""That surprises me," Ben said, looking across at him."Surprises you?""Yes. I thought you of all people would be an admirer. All thatbrutality. Allthat vigorous expression of sheer will."DeVore laughed. "You mistake me, Ben. I admire power, certainly, butnot the posturings of power. No," he went on, offering an apologetic smile toCatherine. "I hate to disagree with you, Catty, but I found the work shallow,lacking inreal understanding. They were ... how might I put this? ...propagandist inintention." Meg looked down. Catty, eh? She almost smiled, but reminded herselfjust whothis was calling her best friend petnames. It was rather like finding oneself suddenly related to GenghisKhan. Raising her eyes, she studied DeVore, letting the flow of talk driftpast her.She had noticed earlier how nice and neat his hands were, the nailsperfectlymanicured, the skin well scrubbed. In the same manner, his whole formhad a pleasing neatness about it, his face a handsome cast, that lulled oneinto a false assumption.The devil is a handsome man ... As if conscious of her sudden attention, DeVore looked across the tableand smiled at Meg."Would it be rude of me, Miss Shepherd, if I were to ask for a secondhelping?""Not at all," she said, rising quickly to her feet and going round thetable. As she stood there, ladling stew into his bowl, she could sense hiseyes on herand felt a flush come to her neck. "That perfume you're wearing?" he asked, his voice low and intimate."Is it something you made yourself?"Meg forced herself to meet his eyes and smile. "It was my mother's.""Ah..." She handed him the bowl, then went back to her place, but she was nolongercomfortable. In those few instants it was as if he had violated her. As if the query about the perfume -harmless in itself - masked some otherquestion."I saw Sergey the other day," Catherine said, reaching out to take herwine glass, oblivious of what had transpired."Yes?" Ben said, with marked disinterest. "And how is he?""He's well," Catherine answered. "Sasha's staying with him. He's been teachingher sculpture."Meg tensed, but the explosion she'd feared did not come. Ben dipped hisbread into the stew and popped it in his mouth, as if the news were nothingspecialand all of the long enmity that had existed between Catherine's firsthusband and himself was as nothing."Well?" Catherine asked after a moment "Don't you mind?"Ben looked at her, finishing a mouthful, then answered. "Why should I?She's a grown girl. She can make her own decisions. You do."Catherine looked down. "You don't care, then?"Ben laughed, but said nothing."I'll clear the plates," Meg said, getting up as the silence descendedonce again. "Unless anyone wants more?"DeVore smiled across at her, as if he alone had been addressed. "Thankyou, MissShepherd, but no." He put his hands flat on his stomach, like thearchetypal fatburgher in one of the historical soaps that were so fashionable thesedays. "Ifs sorely tempting, but I must leave some space for pudding, mustn't P"And as she stacked the plates beside the sink, then turned to face theoven, Megfound herself wondering just what it was in nature that could make amonster seem so human. For she had no doubts now. Tonight they supped with the devil. And thedevil had the appearance of a healthy appetite.Meg slipped on the oven gloves, then took the apple pie from the topshelf,pushing the door closed with her knee. Straightening up, she foundherself looking out through the open flap of the garden door, and saw the fullmoon shining brilliantly in the blue-black night, like a staring eye,watching her.And into her head came the two questions that had been hovering thereat the back of her consciousness ever since the meal had begun.What are you up to, Ben? And what precisely does he want from you?She shivered, cold suddenly, and frightened for her brother. Then,forcingherself to smile, to play the perfect hostess, she turned and took thepiethrough. 
Meg stood beside her brother, his arm about her waist, as DeVore'scraft came down in the upper meadow, its lights making her shield her eyes andlook away to 
one side. They had already said their farewells, and it only remained
for them 
to watch as the two dark figures climbed the ramp, briefly silhouetted
against
that intense white glare.
"Like the dead," Ben murmured, as if he'd read her mind.
"Yes," she said. 'Td hoped she might stay."
The figures waved. They waved back. The hatch hissed shut. The roar of
the 
engines grew once more, gusting warm air across to them.
The craft slowly rose, then accelerated away to the east As its noise
receded,
Ben turned to her and smiled. 
"I'm glad she didn't"
She looked back at him, trying to read him through his eyes. "Are you?"
He nodded. "Come on. Let s go to bed."
"There's the washing up ..."
"Leave it," he said, taking her arms and lifting her from her feet
"Now. Before 
I change my mind." 

Meg lay there on her side, the darkness wrapped like a shawl about her.
Ben's 
lovemaking had been unusually violent, as if he had been trying to
breach some 
hidden barrier deep within himself. Now he lay there silently beside
her, his
naked body sheened in perspiration as he stared up at the shadowed
ceiling.
Through the open window she could see right across the valley. The
surface of 
the bay shimmered in the moonlight, a great sheet of stippled light
that 
contrasted starkly with the darkly wooded slope beyond. In that early
hour it 
all seemed so peaceful, so eternal, yet for once its tranquillity
failed to lull 
her. She could not sleep while Ben was troubled.
"What is it?" she asked quietly, turning and laying a hand on his wrist
where it 
lay beside her naked hip.
"If s nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Yes, now go to sleep."
But she knew now she was right. "What has he asked you to do?"
Ben turned his head, staring at her. "You don't like him, do you?"
"No. Do you?"
"I don't dislike him. He's a charming, intelligent man."
"And well-mannered and attentive and ... a devil." Ben narrowed his 
eyes,
surprised. It was not often she made so direct a comment on a guest.
"So what 
does he want?" she asked, edging up onto one
elbow and looking down at him. "What was the deal?" "Why should you
think there 

was a deal?" "Because thaf s how he is. He wants, he takes, he uses.""And what if he also gives something back?" She laughed bitterly. "What could hepossiblygivejyow thatyou haven't already got?" His silence worried her. "Ben? ... Benl Whatis it? Tell me. Please." "You want to know?" "Of course I want to know." "I'm going towork with him. Make him a shell." She was silent a moment, then, in atinyvoice. "You can't" "Can't?" Meg lay her hand gently on his shoulder."You mustn't He's ..." She shrugged. "If s what I do," he said. "If s my art." "Butyoucan't," she said again. "Not for him." He pulled himself up into asittingposition, facing her."What is it?" he asked. "What are you afraid of?" "That you'll loseyour soul.""Faust and Mephistopheles, eh?" His laughter was reassuring; the warm,self-mocking laughter she remembered of old,but still the situation troubled her. "What does he want you to do?""If s as I said. He wants me to make a shell." She shook her head. "No. That doesn't make any sense. Hewouldn't come here just for that He'd summon Jack Neville tohim, or something like that. He wanted something special,didn't he? Something that only you could do." He looked away, past her,his silence answering her. "Ben," she insisted. "You have to tell me.""Okay. I'lltell you precisely what he wants. He wants me tomake something so good, so distractingly attractive, that it'sinstantly addictive.""And he'll use that, right?""Yes." "As a weapon?""I guess ...""No, Ben. You don't guess. You know."He hesitated, then nodded."Then if s as I said. You can't" "Why not?""Because thaf s not arf s purpose.""Says who?""Oh, let's not play childish games, Ben. You know as well asL""Do I?" He wrinkled up his nose. "That's it, you see. Maybe I don'tknow, afterall. Maybe he's right and art always has been a kind of weapon - onewhich has never quite achieved its true potential. And maybe I find that achallenge."She huffed, exasperated with him now. "But you can't Not for him. Youdon't know how he'll use it" 
"What does it matter how he uses it? You've seen the world, Meg. You've
seen 
what they've done to each other these last fifty years. So maybe if s
DeVore's 
time. Maybe he'll finally put an end to all this chaos."
"I don't believe that" 
"But you don't know ..."
She edged back, away from him, then stood, her naked figure silhouetted
against
the moonlit window. 
"You mustn't do this, Ben."
"Oh, but I will."
"Then you'll do it without me."
"Meg. .."
"No, Ben. I tried to persuade you. Now I'm telling you. You have to
make a 
choice - working with DeVore, or living with me. Which is it to be?"
He watched her silently; a silence she took to be dissent.
"Okay," she said, her voice tiny, almost inaudible. "Okay..." And,
without 
another word, she turned and left the room. 

PART ONE - SUMMER 2240 
inside the gates of eden
"Charon, his eyes red Kke a burning brand, Thumps with his oar the
lingerers
that delay, And rounds them up, and beckons with his hand.
And as, by one and one, leaves drift away In autumn, til the bough from
which 
they fall Sees the earth strewn with att its brave array,
So, from the bank there, one by one, drop all Adam's til seed, when
signalled
off the mark, As drops the falcon to the falconer's call.
Away they're borne across the waters dark, And ere they land that side
the 
stream, anon, Fresh troops this side come flocking to embark."

-Dante, The Divine Comedy, Hell, Canto m 
CHAPTER-1 the pattern of the dayThe day was hot. On the mountain road, dust rose from the metal tracksof the troop carrier, smudging the perfect blue of the sky. The growl andtrundle of the half-track filled the valley as it came down from the heights tothe north. In the back of the carrier, beneath a thin cloth awning, sat eightshaven-headed boys and two men - the boys in pale red fatigues, the men in fulluniform, theirautomatic rifles resting lazily between their knees. Eight backpacksrested in the space between the boys. All but one of them were looking down, lost in their thoughts. As the half-track rocked and lurched, their heads movedloosely withthe motion. All but one. A boy of fourteen sat beside the tailgate, his expressive blue eyestaking inevery detail of the landscape through which they travelled. The valleywas filled with scrub and pine and a host of small, dark purple flowers.Lifting hishead slightly, the boy sniffed the air. Through the stink of hot dieseland dust he could smell the rich scent of the blooms, mixed with the all-pervading pine.It was not far now. Daniel turned, looking back into the shadows of the carrier. Aidan wassittingdown the far end, on the left, behind the driver who was just visiblethroughthe dusty glass thatsectioned off the cab. At fifteen Aidan was theoldest and most experienced of them, the natural leader of their team. While therest were physically still boys, Aidan was already a man, broad at the shoulder,his muscular chest showing through the tight cloth of his fatigues. Danielsmiled fondly, then looked down. This would be Aidan's sixth time in Eden, hisown fifth. Daniel pushed the thought aside, concentrating on the moment. Each dayhad its own texture, its own feel. No two days were ever the same. You had totry toidentify the difference; to isolate those moments that gave the day itsown distinctive shape and pattern.He did not know where he had learned this, yet he knew it to be thetruth. It was like ladybirds. They all seemed identical, yet if you lookedcarefully youmight see how the pattern of six black dots on the red casing differedin each and every case, giving each tiny insect its own distinguishing touch ofindividuality.So it was in this world. Even ants, he was sure, possessed such tinydifferences. The guard beside Daniel stirred and made a small, murmuring sound inhis sleep.Like his colleague at the front, he had been dozing the last hour orso. If theyhad wanted to, they could have killed the guards, the driver and hismate, andfled. It would have been easy. It was what, after all, they had been trainedto do. But they did not want to escape. 
Strange, Daniel thought, looking down the line of boys until his eyesrested on the youngest, Ju Dun. Only nine years old, Ju Dun was a small butstocky boy,self-contained and quiet, with deep brown eyes that seemed much olderthan his years. But so it was with all of them. There were no real childrenhere, onlysoldiers. Even so, Ju Dun was young to be on a team; much younger than Danielhimself had been when he'd first come to Eden. Eden... Geographically, Eden was a twenty-five kilometre square piece of landin the Black Forest, south-east of Munich, but in truth Eden was not in thenormal world, or, at least, not in the day-to-day world that ordinary menwould recognise."Daniel?" Daniel looked across to Aidan. The guards slept on, but the others werealert suddenly, watching their exchange."Yes?" "Nervous?" Daniel shook his head. When it ended, it ended. Until then the newnessof thingswas enough for him. "You?"Aidan smiled. That smile said everything. Seeing it, the boys alsosmiled. This was a good team, and they all knew it. They had been together threemonths now and were as prepared as they could possibly be. That was, if one couldpreparefor Eden. "We're almost there," Daniel said, as the carrier eased its way betweentwo great shoulders of rock, the gradient levelling out as they came outonto the floor of the valley."Home sweet home," Aidan said, winking at Ju Dun. "I wonder what newsurprisesthe Man has prepared for us."Mention of DeVore sobered the younger boys. Benoit and Leon both lookeddown. Only the eleven-year-old, Christian laughed. "Something for thespecimen jar, nodoubt" Aidan grinned and nodded. "Oh, no doubt of that at all."Slowing down, the carrier rattled through a pair of gates and into ahigh-walledcompound. It slewed around, then stopped.The guards jerked awake."Okay..." the driver said, coming round and beginning to take the pinsfrom the tailgate. "You know what to do." 
As the tailgate swung down with a clatter, the boys jumped down, one byone,passing the backpacks down to each other, then began to unload the restof their equipment from the storage area at the side of the carrier, workingsilently,efficiently, as a unit, while the guards looked on with eyes that sawbut did not understand. 
The blockhouse was an ugly, functional building. It rested against theouter wall of Eden like an undecorated clay box, its slit windows and singledoorwaylike something a child might have drawn. Behind it, dwarfing it, thewall rose a further fifty metres into the cloudless sky, solid and black,stretching offinto the distance on either side. Guard towers studded the top of thatimmense wall, every half kilometre of its length, their deadly lasers facinginwards. No one cared what went into Eden. The lasers were there to make sure that nothingcame out. In a long, low-ceilinged room inside the blockhouse, Daniel sat in thecorner,looking on as the younger boys lovingly checked and re-checked theirequipment.Leon, the twelve-year-old, looked nervy; he had an insular air that wasnot his normal cocky style. By comparison, Johann, the tall pallid eleven-year­old,seemed positively nerveless. Christian, his bunk mate, was smiling andwhistlingto himself as he checked the charge on his rifle, while Benoit simplysat on the edge of his chair, staring at his hands. Ju Dun, meanwhile, waslimbering up,stretching his neck and shoulders, then his arms, flicking out hishands,warming up the muscles.Everyone reacted differently to this. Everyone had their own way ofcoping, butLeon's nerviness was worrying. Daniel knew he would have to watch that.As he looked across, Aidan came back into the room, trailed by Slaven."Okay,"Aidan said. "They've given us a slot Two hours and we're in."Daniel saw how the boys looked to one another at the news. Excitementand fear were equally mixed in those looks. For some of them - Ju Dun, Benoit,Christian and Johann - this was their first time in, but even for Leon and Slaventhis was only their second time, and the second time - as Daniel knew from experience -was the worst. It was all theoretical until you'd been inside, but theyknew now what to expectDaniel stood. As he did, Aidan came across to him. Briefly he held hisarm, thenleaned close, whispering in his ear."I'm glad you're here."Daniel smiled. Eden had changed them both. You did not go through itonce, letalone five times, without it changing you. It made you appreciatethings.Without it, Daniel would never have discovered the nowness of eachlivingmoment.He stared at Aidan's face a moment longer, then gave a singlenod,conscious of the others watching them. 
From where it hovered just beneath the curved ceiling of the approachtunnel,the tiny OP unit sent back its signal to the Core.Other observation probes - none larger than a midge -floated nearby,some sending back wide-screen images of the waiting team, while othershovered much closer, their microscopic lenses peering through the darkened visors ofthe helmets, transmitting pictures of the individual boys' expressions aszero hour approached.Meanwhile, in the Core, a specially sealed vault at the centre of Eden,buried a hundred metres below the surface, a second team of analysts andstrategists, satwatching a bank of screens and making notes.Three hundred seconds now and counting.From his seat in the gallery overlooking the operations room, CoreLeader Dublanc looked on, his face expressionless, his gloved hands restinglightly onthe tilted desk The faces of the eight boys showed in a single line at the centre ofthe wall of screens, Aidan's to the left, Daniel's to the far right They werelooking good.Confident Their body signals were healthy: pulse rates, perspiration,blood pressure. Even Leon had settled now."If s looking great," Dublanc said through his lip-mike, his voiceboomingthrough the speakers down below. "We're going to scale up the firstassault. Beef it up a little."There was a murmur at that, but no one argued. It was why they werehere, after all; to test out the Man's soldiers. To put them through their paces.On a single large screen to the right, the image sent back by the firstprobedominated the room. It showed the eight boys standing in a group somefive or six metres back from the Entrance Gate. They were dressed in full bodyarmour,which glinted red-black in the half-light of the tunnel. Inside, itwould changecolour to match the backdrop, but right now it wasinactive. The groupwere heavily armed. Two had flamers, another two rocket-launchers. Two ofthem carried special battery packs - like huge, black plastic bricks -strapped totheir sides, while Aidan and Daniel had a whole range of weaponsattached to them. Each boy had two large semi-automatics - each weapon equippedwith both munitions and laser functions - clipped to his back. All in all, theboyscarried the fire-power of a small army.The long, reinforced helmets the boys wore gave them a strange beetle-like look,accentuated by the five wedge-shaped neck-protector gorgets thatextended from the back rim of the helmet to cover the shoulders and upper back. Allwore armoured gauntlets and special flexible knee-length boots, part steel,partplastic. These boys could step on a mine and not lose a toe ... just solong asthey didn't do it twice.Dublanc smiled. In their combat gear they finally looked what they were-soldiers. Age did not matter now, only experience, training and skill.And there were none more skilled than DeVore's boy soldiers."Show me Daniel." At once the individual images vanished, replaced by a single image ofDaniel's face, spread over all sixty-four screens.Dublanc studied that face a long while; noting how those deep greeneyes watchedeverything, the intelligence behind them considering the texture andform of all they saw, more like a machine than the machines themselves. He hadnoticed it before; had seen how quickly Daniel, of all of them, adapted toconditions - how he read the pattern of events and acted on it.If they could get a machine to do that...Boys came and went, and it was rare for him to recall one specifically,but he had known Daniel was special from the start He remembered standingthere in the rain outside the entrance to the mine that day as the truck emerged 
into the 
daylight, grating along the iron rails with its freight of black-faced,
exhausted boys. And there had been Daniel, standing at the front,
watching,
those bright green eyes staring out from his grimy face, meeting
Dublanc's gaze
fearlessly as the truck clanked by.
He'd had the truck stopped there and then. Had stood there, his long
coat 
wrapped tight about him against the cold, as his men took Daniel down
and put
him in the half-track. Even then Daniel had not been afraid. 
That had been the start of it That day in the rain.
"Give me Aidan." 
The image changed. Aidan's face now filled the bank of screens.
As the technicians and observers watched, Aidan turned to face his
team, smiling
broadly, nervelessly. 

"We're the best," Aidan said, rousing the younger boys. "That" s why
the Man has 
given us this chance. And we're gonna make it through, right?"
"Right? came the resounding reply.
"We're gonna blast them and paste them!" Aidan said, clearly relishing
the 
thought "We're going to blow three different kinds of shit out of the
little 
bastards, right?"
"Right!"
"But most of all," Aidan said, his voice changing, becoming subtler,
conspiratorial, "we're gonna out-think those little fuckers ... right?"
"Right," came the more sober response.
Daniel smiled, then looked down at the gun he was holding, his thumb
stroking
the casing of the big semi-automatic with an almost loving care. It
fired shells 
and grenades, but it was best used as a laser. With it, he could pick
the eye
out of a fly at fifty metres.
There was a low hum, the vibration barely discernible at first, and
then it rose 
up the scale until it was a finely-tuned note; a middle C. At the same
time the 
whole of the great circle of the doorway turned green.
The two half-circles of the doors hissed back into the wall. Revealed 
was an 
inner room, lit by red strip lights - an airlock - and on the far side
of it the 
door that led through into Eden.
"Okay ... lef s go!"
At the sound of Aidan's voice they moved into action; as efficient as
machines,
each knowing what part he had to play.
It took less than five seconds for them to form up inside, Ju Dun, as
pole man, 

taking his position at the front Ten seconds later the doors hissedshut behind them. The outer doors slammed shut, massive bolts falling into place, andthen the inner hatch popped as the explosive hinges were fired. Even as thecircular metal plate flew outward, so Ju Dun threw himself through the gap androlled,opening up with his automatic.Less than a second later and Johann was through after him, Benoitalmost bundling him out of the way as he too pushed through.All three were on the other side now, the sound of their gunfiredeafening.Daniel was next. He slid through backwards then spun about, clicking the safety off hisgun.Ju Dun was two paces out, kneeling, Johann and Benoit formed up at hisshoulders, firing with a machine-like efficiency at anything thatmoved. The Entrance Gate was at the highest point in Eden. From where the teamemerged theyhad a panoramic view of the terrain. To the right was the ruinedvillage, itswalls shot away over the years, the remaining brickwork heavily pocked;to the left a sharply descending slope and, just beyond it, the river. Beyondthat was woodland, rising to low hills in the near distance, but the eye barelynoticed them: what it saw was a flickering cloud of mechanoid hostility, a hostof winged and clawed creatures - cycloids and mechanopods, scarabs andhomers,assassin bugs and tinflies, screw-whips and stingers. The unheardsignal drewthem to the Gate like a scent, triggering the preprogrammed malevolencewithin them. Daniel felt the adrenaline rush hit him as he took in the sight. Thesky infront of him was dark with insect life, yet nothing was getting closerthan ten metres. Shattered fragments littered the ground on every side.Twenty metres up, something small and black stopped fluttering and felllike a dropped stone, its jet-black facets glinting as itturned. Ju Dun was directly beneath it Daniel blasted it into a millionpiecesthen turned, shooting the wing off a crab-beetle that was poised toleap from awall just to Johann's leftLeon was through now, and Slaven. They took their places in the deadlyline,their guns blasting away, filling the air in front of them withsplintering forms. Daniel, his back to the wall, fired over their heads, lobbing grenadesinto the seething mass of dark, crawling things that covered the ground justbeyond thefront wave. Here were things that hopped and chattered, things that whirred andbuzzed; herewere a thousand different things that crawled and jumped and clickedwith menace, and all much larger than life and ten times as deadly as theoriginalson which they had been so carefully modelled.And whatever moved, they blasted, not letting anything get within tenmetres of where they crouched, the circle of the hatch at their backs.Christian was through and then, finally, Aidan. And as the eighth gunbegan tobear on the swarm, so they began to make progress, the numbers of theirassailants steadily diminishing.Daniel was conscious of the movement all about him, of bodies jerkingand turning, as target after target was picked out, such that the teamseemed a single creature with eight deadly snouts that spat fire and steel, nota singleenemy drone getting through.And then, as suddenly as it began, it ended, the swarm withdrawing witha desultory buzz and whine.Daniel looked about him, seeing through the visors of their combathelmets the elation on every face. But Aidan knew that such respite was brief."Come on!" he yelled into his lip-mike, his voice resounding in theirhelmets,"lef s get moving!"At once the team moved on, keeping close together, tightly organisedand in perfect step, like a machine with sixteen legs and sixteen arms,heading downthe slope towards the river, the black wall receding behind them asthey beganto make the crossing. 
There had once been a war, many years before, between the Man and hisenemy, LeeWan, the King of the Han. From his bases in the south, the Man hadstruggled toliberate the north from the Tang's tyrannical grip. The main thrust ofthat lengthy War had been fought out in a great trench between the two greatcities,a long, narrow zone that was known only as The Rift, a place soinimical to mankind that a new form of life had evolved, a whole host of artificial life-forms dedicated not to their own propagation and survival, but tothe destruction of all other living forms.Evolved, men said, yet in truth these forms were not a genuine part ofthe greatevolutionary tide; they were more a breaking of the great chain, aperversetwisting to breaking point of that age-old process. A reversal. And astheybecame more complex and more subtle, so - though they mimickedevolution's drive to betterment and the fulfilment of some vague, far-future goal - theygrewcloser to the great Nullity from which they derived their being.Of this the boys knew little, other than what they had been told by theeducation officers back in the training camp. Only Daniel, intrigued bywhat he had seen in Eden, had taken the trouble to seek out Commandant Dublancand ask why such things were and how they had come about.That query had produced no answers - only a long stay in the isolationcells. It was not, after all, the boys' place to question, only to act uponinstruction. They were soldiers, not scholars. What they needed to know they wouldbe told,and nothing more.Looking down at the great bank of screens, Dublanc saw how Danielturned and looked back at the Gate, a long, thoughtful stare, his dark eyes takingin everything."Close on his eyes."The boy's head grew, filling the screens until, from the shadows of hisface,only the eyes shone out, massive, each sea-green eye spread out overnine screens. It was like staring straight into his head. One could almost see whathe was thinking."Do you think he knows?" one of them asked, turning from his desk tolook up atDublanc. "Not yet," Dublanc answered.Yes, but he tviH, he thought, remembering Daniel's persistence. Thatspell inisolation hadn't cured him - he had still wanted to know. And finally -faced with the choice of indulging Daniel's curiosity or doing away with theboyaltogether - he had given him access to the camp library, such as itwas. Yet if the boy thought he'd find all the answers there, he must have beendisappointed,because these days no one knew the answers, least of all the scribeswho had tampered with the ancient books.The past was one huge fiction. And the future?Dublanc turned in his seat, looking across at the map of Eden thatglowed in theshadows to his left Inside the gates of Eden there was no future, only the endless present 
"Leon, go left and come out behind the wall! Benoit, cover his back!"Aidan spoke urgently into his lip-mike, his voice sounding clearlyinside their helmets as they crouched in the narrow road that ran through the ruinedvillage.As he spoke, his instructions were punctuated by concussive thuds andbrightlaser flashes as one or other of the team fired off a gun, respondingto the buzzing whine of some flickering, flashing attack."Joh, Christian, take anchor. Slaven, you go in first Ju Dun and Danielwill back you up. Now go!"At once the team moved into action, Benoif s flamer opening up on acoppice justto Leon's left as he ran, toasting a group of three metamoths even astheylaunched themselves, their tiny egg-like bombs sparking explosively.Slaven had the worst job. At the centre of the village was a well, atthe foot of which was an energy-tap. There were hundreds of them, scatteredthroughoutthe Garden, and the team could use the taps to recharge their weapons,but each taphad to be fought for, for they were also the main source of energyfor the countless mechanoids that populated Eden.There were three types of taps. The simplest and most numerous were theplatformtaps, that were situated at the centre of big bowl-shaped platforms.Then there were well taps and - rarest of all - dome taps, of which there were nomore than six in the whole of Eden. The taps themselves were energy spigots - small, studded posts ontowhich one might clip one's weapon, or, in the case of insects, one might squatand "feed". Normally Aidan would have ignored this particular tap and pressed on,rechargingfurther in, but the sheer intensity of the attack at the Gate had leftseveral of the boys' weapons on low charge. They had to take this tap. But itwould not be easy. Well-taps were never easy.As Slaven ran towards the well, Daniel saw what looked like a billow ofdark smoke lift from the well's mouth. But it wasn't smoke. Smoke didn't make that whining, drone-like noise. He saw Slaven hesitate, then open up withhis automatic. At the same time, Daniel went down onto one knee and,flicking hisvisor to longsight, opened up with his laser, firing past Slaven'sshoulder,squeezing short bursts that seemed to cut tiny holes in the driftingswarm. The tiny insectile machines popped and cracked and, splintering, fellfrom the air like shattered crystal, but there were hundreds of them. Thousands.Both Ju Dun and Aidan were firing now - Aidan lobbing mortars into the air fromhis biggun, the circular shells fragmenting in the midst of that chittering,droningcloud of metallic bugs - yet more and more seemed to come up out of thewell to replace those which had been destroyed.Slaven was slowly moving to his right now, drawing the swarm with him.That was his job. Leon, meanwhile, had come out on the far side of the well andwas stealthily approaching it At the same time, Johann and Christian weremovinginto the gap Slaven had created. If all went well, the three boys - andBenoit,who was hurrying to move into position - would get to the lip of thewell at roughly the same time.The swarm was almost on Slaven now. You could barely see him. At anymoment theywould cease holding back and fall on him as one. A muscle in Daniel'scheek twitched. Timing was everything."Okay, Slaven, seal!"Yet even as Aidan gave that crucial order, Daniel saw one of the bugs -a tiger-wasp, its bright orange and black markings distinctive - falldirectlytowards Slaven's back. He twitched his gun upward to fire, but the backof Slaven's helmet was directly in his line of fire.Seal damn you!The material of Slaven's uniform shimmered and changed colour, becominga simplemetallic black. At the same time it changed shape, hardening into akind of chrysalis. The tiger-wasp shattered against itInstinctively, Daniel turned his head away. Even so, the flash left himhalf-blind, while the concussion rattled his teeth and set up a ringingin his ears. When he looked again the sky around Slaven was clear. At the well, Leonand Johann were climbing in, harnessed to their partners, their guns picking offanything that came up out of the darkness at them.Not that there was much left down there. Daniel looked back at Slavea The black pupa-like shell of Slaven'suniform layat the centre of a small depression in the earth. All about it, forminga perfect circle roughly fifteen metres in diameter, the earth wascharred black Faint wisps of steam rose up out of that blackness, drifting to thenorth. The wind had changed.Daniel turned, looking about him. Ju Dun was up, and Aidan. There was ashout from the well. The tap was secured.He allowed himself a smile. They'd done it, and without a single manlost. Hurrying across, he knelt beside Slaven. A moment later Ju Dun was athis side. Without needing to be told, the young boy put his hands beneath theshell and,with Daniel's help, turned it over.Daniel studied the suit a moment. Good. There were no cracks. The seal had held. Looking to Ju Dun, he nodded.Lifting the suit between them, theycarried it across and laid it beside the curved wall of the well, Aidan coveringthem all the while Slaven would be out of it for some while, but he was fine. The worsthe'd have was a blinding headache.But it had been close. Johann and Christian were busy lowering weapons down the well to Leonat the tap. At once Ju Dun and Daniel joined Benoit and Aidan, taking theirpositionsabout the well, picking off anything that came in sight, whether it wasa threat or not Some teams, he knew, did little else. They took a tap then held it,knowing thatat the very least they had a constant energy supply. But it was a no-win situation. You couldn't live on energy alone. There was water in thesuits -enough for two days - but you had to get across and out before youcould eat again. Yes, and at some point you also had to sleep. And that's whenthey gotyou.Inside the hardened shell of his uniform, Slaven groaned."Go help him, Daniel," Aidan said quietly, using a discreet channel tospeak toDaniel alone. "I may be wrong, but I think he sealed late."Daniel shivered. He'd not wanted to admit it before that moment, but heknew Aidan was rightThe groan deepened to a low moan of pain.Even as he knelt over it, the shell shimmered again and, softening,changedcolour once again. As the helmet visor cleared, Slaven's face wasrevealed, hiseyes screwed tight in pain."What is it, Slaven?"There was a sharp intake of breath, then, "My back."Daniel stepped over him, and, gently easing Slaven up, looked.The suif s sealing had concealed it, but there, just below theprotectiveshielding of the neck-plates, there was a tiny rip in the softer back-plateProtruding from it - broken off, no doubt, in the instant the suit hadsealed -was the needle-fine sting of a tiger-wasp."Oh, shit..."Slaven stiffened, hearing the words. "What is it?"Daniel took a breath, knowing Aidan was listening. "A sting," he said."We'll take it out and drug you up. I'll carry you."He looked up as he said this last and met Aidan's eyes.Both boys knew what this meant. You couldn't carry passengers in Eden,not without paying the price But there was the morale of the team toconsider. To abandon Slaven at this early stage would destroy team morale It wasn'tthat the others didn't know how ruthless things were in here - they knew - itwas justthat to see one of their own simply left for the mechanoids to pickover would be too much, especially this early.Aidan came over and, crouching, smiled at Slaven. "You'll be okay," hesaid,speaking on the open channel. "We'll get you through." But when hiseyes metDaniel's they conveyed a different message entirely.We have to deal with this, Aidan's eyes said, as clearly as if he hadspoken thewords. And sooner rather than later, right?Right, Daniel answered silently. He undipped the medic's kit at hisside and snapped it open."Okay," he said, speaking to Slaven once more "Let s give you somethingto numb that pain." 
CHAPTER-2 crossing the riverIt was not immediately discernible, but Eden was a place of subtlecurrents and pressures. Some paths were easy to follow, others fraught withdifficulty and if 
one persevered, that difficulty tended to intensify so that it felt
almost as if 
the air itself were thickening with danger. Most teams tended to
gravitate
towards the easier paths; to circumvent those places where the danger
was most 
intense and look for trails where progress could be made quickly and at
little 
cost 
So it was that they found themselves, at midday of the first day,
crouched by
the river bank on the outskirts of an ancient town, a long way further
south 
than they'd intended.
While Leon, Christian and Ju Dun formed a perimeter guard, Aidan and
Daniel took 
a moment to discuss tactics. 
"They're pushing us out," Aidan mouthed, his visor pressed to Daniel's
so that 
the watching bugs could not see what they were saying to each other.
"You think we're heading into a trap?" Daniel mouthed back.
"If s possible."
"Then maybe we should cross the river."
Aidan frowned. Here it was relatively easy to get across, but further
east the 
land fell away between rocks and the current was much stronger. It
would be much 
harder to cross back. And they would have to cross back if they were
going to
get to the Exit Gate."I'd rather not." "Then we go north." "Into
danger, you
mean?" 
Daniel smiled. "I feel I've been pushed far enough, don't you?"
Aidan grinned. "Yes." "Then lef s go." 

Dublanc was in the back room, lying on his bunk, half-dozing, when one
of his 
assistants came in. He yawned, then opened one eye.
"What1 s up?"
"They're on the move again, sir."
"Across the river?" 
"No, sir. They're heading north."
Dublanc sat up, suddenly alert. "North?"
He had expected them to cross the river, then try to re-cross further
up, at
Ebnet, maybe, or Brand, but north ...
"They're going through the town?"
"It looks like it, sir."
Dublanc frowned, genuinely surprised. He stood, then walked out onto
the 
gallery, seeing the team at once, there on the big screen, their backs
to the 
remote as they moved in tight formation into the ancient, ruined town
of 
Freiburg. 

"Where's the nearest tap?"At once a map was superimposed upon the right of the screen, a flashinglightindicating an energy-tap a kilometre north of where the team were."Do you think they'll head for that, sir?""No." But even as he said it, he knew that if they were to survive atall, theywould have to expend a great deal of their energy, so they'd need atap.He narrowed his eyes. If he could nudge them slightly east"Let them get in deep," he said, conscious of how his own team werewatchinghim. "Hold back until they hit the high ground, then push them towardsBreisgau." 
The air was filled with an angry buzzing sound. Daniel turned, seeingat once a great swarm of hornet-like creatures with long glass bodies approachingfrom the direction of the Square below."Shit!" Daniel said, recognising the creatures. They were small butthose longglass bodies were full of burning acid that could rot a suit inseconds. If onlyone or two got through the results could be disastrous.But the rest of the team were already distracted, fighting off a nestof beetles that were threatening to overwhelm them.Snapping a grenade from his belt, Daniel tossed it up onto the rootwhere the beetles were coming from, even as Aidan did the same. The twinexplosions threwdozens of the fist-sized mechanoids into the air and blew a hole in the tiled roof. But still they came, hundreds and hundreds of the black,scutteringthings.Daniel turned back. The others would have to cope now; the hornets werealmost on them. "Clench your teeth, Daniel," Aidan said, unclipping a big shovel-mouthed gunfrom his back and taking off the safety.Daniel did as he was told. A moment later he felt the huge concussionin the air as the stun shell went off in the midst of the swarm, droppinginstinctively asthe wave of sharp glass shards swept over him.There was laughter in his helmet - Aidan's laughter."Hey, Daniel!" he shouted. "Do you think someone's got it in for us?" 
Dublanc slumped back in the chair, letting the tension ease from him.It was his job to distance himself from his charges, to test them as one mighttest machines, but sometimes - just sometimes - one found oneself gettinginvolved. Linked somehow. It didn't happen often, but when it did he found himself, as now,pushing harderto compensate, as if to prove to himself that he didn't really care.He stood, pacing the gallery slowly, considering what he should do nextIt was within his power to crush them - to make good and certain that theydidn't stand a chance - but what was the point of that?Unseen, he made a face into the darkness. Some days he wondered whatthe pointwas anyway? He selected these boys and trained them, and then ...nothing. Thosethat came out alive were sent back to the camps, where they'd betrained yetmore before being sent back here. Until, finally, they did not emergefrom Eden. There was a point. Of course there was. He'd been assured by Horacekmany a timethat DeVore had a good reason for all of this, even if that reason wasnot spelled out, but some days Dublanc"s faith in the Man wavered. One didnot train one's shock troops only to expend them in these endless exercises. Sowhat did DeVore want? The perfect killer? A machine to outgun the machines?Or was he just a sadist?.That answer did not satisfy. If DeVore was a sadist, why did he not askfor copies of the tapes? Why did he express no interest whatsoever in thefate of his charges?Or was that true? Horacek, for certain, had expressed an interest inDaniel. And Horacek had the Man's ear. Dublanc sat once more, looking across at the bank of screens, watchingas the team regrouped.The trouble was, it was hard to know precisely what DeVore did want Onthe three occasions on which he'd actually met the man, he'd had the distinctfeeling that
-all reassurances to the contrary - DeVore didn't give a fuck what hedid, norhow he went about it And yet...Dublanc paused, coming, as he always did in this internal debate, tothe nub of it. And yet he's given over att of this time and effort to creating thecamps andrunning them. And to building Eden, and the mechanoids, and...He huffed irritably. There had to be a reason for it It made no sense unless there was a reason. But even he, who was in charge of it all, could notsay whatthat reason was. "The Man has a plan," Horacek had said to him once, grinning thathorrible feral grin of his, "and it is not our place to question it. We do as he askswhen and where he asks it and no more. You understand?" At times like this Dublanc wished he did understand. He sighed. MaybeDaniel understood. If anyone had an inkling of what was going on, it was theboy. Thoseeyes of his were so knowing, so full of seeing and understanding.None of the other boys had that"Commandant?" He went to the rail and looked down onto the floor of the operationsroom. His Duty Captain stood there, at attention, looking up at him."Yes, Captain York?""Do you want us to take any special measures, sir?""Not yet," he answered. "Besides, if they keep on in the directionthey'reheading, I think they're going to be busy enough, don't you?""Sir." York turned back, facing his operatives once more, moving quietly fromdesk to desk, giving orders, while on the gallery above Dublanc paced slowly inthe half dark, his gloved hands clasped together behind his back. 
They faced a field of pods. Row after row of small, rounded pods. Orwhat looked like pods. Aidan stood there just in front of Daniel, the biggest ofhis gunsclutched to his chest, staring out across the field warily, waiting forhis scouts to return. Slaven was on his feet now. He stood to Daniel's left, groggy butunwilling tobe carried any further.The town was behind them. Ahead, beyond the field, lay a low range ofhills. To their left was a ravine, to their right a long slope covered in thickbracken through which a single path zig-zagged."What are they?" Johann asked, stepping up beside Aidan."I don't know," Aidan answered. "I've never seen them before."Daniel lifted his gun and picked off an approaching hoverfly. "If s aminefield." "You know that?" Aidan asked, glancing at him."No. But what else could it be?" "Don't you think if s strange?""Strange?" Daniel laughed. Everything here was strange."No... that we've never seen this kind of thing before. If s different this time. Can't you feel it?"Daniel looked about him, taking in the vista, then shrugged. It wasdifferent. He could feel the difference. But he wasn't going to admit it openlyfor the watching bugs."Here's Ju Dun," he said, nodding towards the path through the bracken.Ju Dun was running at a squat, weaving from side to side and keepinghimself very low, as if at any moment he would throw himself flat Behind him,pursuinghim, scuttled two large metallic machines - bombardier beetles."Guests," Aidan said, turning towards Ju Dun and lifting his gun. Buteven as he went to fire there were two sharp detonations and both mechanoids fell,largeholes shot clean through their carapaces.Johann smiled and lowered his gun, even as Ju Dun clambered upalongside them."There's no way through," Ju Dun said breathlessly. 'There's aformation of defensive machines - mortar-flies and bombardiers - three, maybe fourhundred of them blocking the pass."Aidan nodded, then turned, his eyes scanning the ravine to his leftThere was still no sign of Leon."I'll give him two more minutes then we'll press on."Daniel smiled inwardly, knowing Aidan would as soon leave one of histeam as shoot off his own balls. But Aidan was impatient and, faced withsomething hehadn't encountered before, a little edgy."Here he is now," Slaven said, his voice pained. "Looks like he's gotcompanytoo." Leon was now in sight, some two or three hundred metres away, runningat full tilt, two large hoverflies - their wingspantwo metres or more - idly shadowing him. Even as they watched, one ofthem swooped and dropped something that looked like a tiny duster of eggs.Leon,sensing the creature's proximity, turned and loosed off a round thatripped thehoverfly's wing and brought it down, yet even as it toppled to theearth, thecluster of tiny explosives went off, throwing Leon off his feet"Get down there, nowl" Aidan said, gesturing to Johann and Christian,then,taking sight, he took a shot at the second hoverfly.The shell went off some three or four metres from the swooping machine,even as it went in for the kill, fragments of the exploding casing pepperingits wing.It juddered in the air, distracted by the explosion, but it was not seriouslydamaged. It lifted, gaining a little altitude, preparing for a secondswoop.Leon was still down, stunned. Daniel saw him turn onto his back andlook up asthe shadow of the creature fell on him. And then the thing exploded like a firework going off."Nice shooting, Daniel."Daniel lowered his rifle. "I was lucky," he said. But he knew he wasn'tAs Leon rejoined them, Aidan quickly questioned him, then gesturedstraightahead. They would have to go through it seemed. The ravine, like thepass, washeavily defended."Just don't touch anything," he said. "And move slowly. And keepmoving. Right?""Righfi" 
Dublanc watched as the team slowly walked down through the waist-lengthgrass ofthe slope and stepped out into the field.Briefly the watching eye focused on Daniel."He can shoot, that one!" one of the operators said. There was a murmurof agreement."Yes," Dublanc said, acknowledging the comment.It had been impressive. Two hundred and eighteen metres, and Daniel hadshot the swooping hoverfly straight through its compound eye.Another few seconds and the boy who was down would have been a steamingrack of bones. "Let them get in deep," he said. "Let them almost think they'rethrough."Yes. Because it was time to put the pressure on. Time to start pruningthem back. Because - reason or no reason - that was why they were here. Tobe pruned.To see just who among them was good enough - or lucky enough - tosurvive. 
The pod was roughly fifty centimetres tall and curved at the edges,like a fat,fleshy cylinder that had been rounded top and bottom. It was blueish-white in colour, and across its mouth was stretched a tight, milkily-opaquemembrane,beneath which something small and dark moved from time to time.Daniel knew what it was. An egg. They were walking through a field ofeggs. Theeggs of insectoid machines.The boys were spread out across the field in a straggling line, aboutfive metres apart, Leon on the far left, Johann on the right Slaven was withAidan. Aidan had wanted to carry him across the field, but Slaven had refused.Nonetheless, Aidan kept close, knowing how close to exhaustion Slavennow was. Daniel glanced across, knowing they would have to make a decision, andsoon. But right now, getting across the field was paramountThey were more than halfway across. Another two minutes and they wouldbe clear of it But that wasn't how things worked here.Daniel scanned the sky. It was still clear. Nothing had come near themfor the best part of six minutes.He looked along the line. Leon was walking circles, turning slowly ashe walked to make sure nothing crept up on him. Beside him, Ju Dun ploddedforward slowly,his gun lowered, the barrel covering each pod as he passed it Benoit,nearest to him on his left, was doing the same, occasionally glancing up to checkthe sky.Daniel stopped dead, listening. There had been a noise. A hiss, likeair escaping, and a glopping sound.A hiss. Another hiss. All about him the pods were opening. From two or three of them tinyblack feelers now extended. He looked to Aidan. "Move!" Aidan said, trying not to panic them. "Come on!"All eight of them began to run, dodging between the pods. There wasgunfire nowas one or other of the boys let loose a round or two at the emerging"chicks": dark cockroach-like things, with short, transparent wings and longheads tapering into needle-fine beaks of steel.There was a shout. A cry of fear.Daniel turned. Slaven was down. He had slipped and fallen between twoof the pods. But even as he began to pull himself up, something hopped fromthe top ofa pod and settled on his backDaniel tried to shout a warning, but it was too late. He saw the sharpsilver stiletto of the creature's beak flash in the sunlight as it rose thenfell. Slaven screamed "Run!" Aidan called again, jerking Daniel back into life. Yet even ashe turned he found himself facing one of the needle-faced chicks. It eyed himwith a puremachine malice, then launched itself at him.His gun came up in time to knock the thing away. But it was quick. Itleaped again.Daniel slammed it into the ground then turned, opening up with his gun,hittinganything that moved.After a moment he sensed rather than heard Aidan come alongside him,his gunchattering as it picked off anything Daniel missed.Slowly they backed away, Ju Dun and Christian covering their backs. Aminute,two minutes passed, then silence fell.Daniel looked about him at the tall grass in which he now stood. Thefield was below them. Beyond it was a small barrier of rocks. He turned,counting. Sevenof them. So Slaven was gone.He blinked. "Who's hurt?" Aidan said, clipping the red-hot gun to his side andtakinganother from his back There was a groan."Leon?" Aidan walked across and examined the rip at the shoulder ofLeon's suit. "What happened?""If s okay," Leon said, "if s superficial. Just a scratch."There was the chatter of Christian's automatic as it picked off two ofthe chicks that had tried to follow them. In the silence that followed,Aidan puthis fingers into the rip and peered inside. He frowned, then pushedLeon awaygently."Okay," he said quietly. "We'll find shelter, then you can bandage thatand repair your suit, right?""Right," Leon said, relief in his voice.Aidan winked at him then turned, looking to Daniel. Eggs, he mouthed, asour look on his face. Daniel looked past him at Leon; saw how the boy was smiling, pleasedthat he'd survived not just one close shave but two, and felt sick to hisstomach. Leon hadn't survived. He only thought he had. Leon had just been injected byone of the creatures with a stream of nano-eggs: tiny pre-programmed machines,from which a host of new mechanoids would fashion themselves, feeding upontheir host, converting his body tissue into matter they could use.Daniel shivered and looked away. Leon had just become a walking pod. 
At the head of the valley was a ruined chapel, built into the rock ofthe hillside. It was a good place to stop, if only because the floor andwalls were made of solid rock and the chances of anything burrowing up under youwere small. They rested there now, Aidan and Johann mounting the watch whilethe others grabbed what sleep they could.Unable to sleep, Daniel stood on the ledge beside the shattered windowat the top of the chapel, his gloved hand resting loosely on the crumblingbrickwork as he looked out over the terrain they had traversed. The distant wallformed a black frame about a landscape that looked as peaceful as a picture froman ancient book, but there was not a square metre that was completelysafe. Seven hours they had been inside and they were still less than fivekilometres from the Entry Gate.He let out a long breath. This time was different from the rest, notjust in itsdetail, its fine patterning, but in its general fed. On every othervisit, Edenhad been filled with an impersonal menace, but this time that menaceseemed directed. Just above him the tiny midge-like bug watched him, an unblinking eyethat never left his side. Daniel stared at it, wondering just who was watching himat that moment. Until today he had assumed that the bugs were there simply to observe;to make a visual record of their passage, but what if they were used for anotherpurpose?Daniel turned, looking back into the shadowed interior of the chapel.The four who were resting lay some three or four metres below the ledge on whichhe stood, slumped against the right-hand wall, their backs against thesolid rock,their visors raised. Looking at their sleeping faces, Daniel felt agenuinefondness for them. They had accounted for themselves well so far. JuDun,particularly, had impressed him. The lad had handled himself like aveteran. Nothing had fazed him.Christian lay to his right, his long body turned slightly on his side,one hand resting on his chest as he slept. Towards the end, in the fieldparticularly,Christian's natural good humour had begun to slip. But that was hardlysurprising. If Eden was a joke, then it was a bleak one.Benoit, to his right, had shown surprising spirit In training, Danielhad wondered about his temperament but he needn't have worried. Benoifsdeterminatioato protect his fellows was quite remarkable and that, as much as any other quality, was what got teams through. When you knew someonewould cover your back when things got bad, then things could be borne. Just Andsuch spiritbred in a team, just as its opposite, despair, could take root and rota team's spirit from within.Leon stirred in his sleep, then reached up to scratch his shoulder.Daniel studied Leon, knowing that they would have to do something abouthim before long. He had six hours at most,and in the last of those he would be in torment. But six hours was better than nothing, and the team could use that time. It would give them all abetter chance. It's hard, Daniel thought, knowing that in some more decent world hemight havetold Leon what was happening and let him make the choice. But theyneeded Leon. As long as Leon could walk and fire a gun he was useful to them. So itwas essential - for the team - that he didn't know. There was gunfire, then laughter. Johann's laughter."Six-four," Aidan said, keeping the score between them.Daniel climbed down then went out the front, joining them on the narrowparapetthat overlooked the valley."If s quiet," Daniel said, taking up position between them. Aidan wasfacingforward, his eyes watching the valley, while Johann scanned the rockabove the chapel, making sure nothing came over the top and dropped on them."Can't you sleep?" Aidan asked."No," Daniel answered, his eyes scanning the valley for any sign ofmovement. Aidan considered a moment, then: "Johann, go and join the others.Daniel will take your watch."Johann did not argue. He disappeared inside.Aidan looked back at Daniel. "You feel it too?" Daniel turned, placing his back against the parapet, then nodded. Abovethe two the tiny camera-probes hovered, sending back their images to the Core.After a moment, Daniel smiled."Maybe we should talk to them," he said."The Watchers?" "Yes. Tell them what it feels like. Maybe they'd be interested."Aidan considered that "Maybe."A bug fluttered up above the ridge. Daniel shot it before it couldsettle. "Then again," Daniel went on, his eyes briefly checking the charge onhis gun,"maybe that would only help them. You know, stack the odds against us.""I'd say the odds were pretty high as it was." 
"Exactly." Again Daniel's gun went off. Another bug exploded in mid­air. 
"Two-nothing," Aidan said, keeping the score.
There was silence for a while, punctuated by gunfire and the habitual
keeping of
the score. Then Aidan spoke again.
"What do you think he wants?"
"Wants?" 
"The Man. Why do you think he keeps sending us through?"
Daniel watched the ridge above the chapel, conscious of the shape of
the clouds,
the colour of the sky and the sharp, jagged outline of the rock. The
stock 
answer was that DeVore was testing them, preparing them for some future
task,
but he had begun to suspect there was another possibility. But what
Daniel said 
was, "I don't know. I thought I did, but I don't any more."
Aidan was quiet then. "Leon ..."
"I know." 
"When?" 
Daniel shrugged. His instinct was to leave it until the last moment.
"Lef s see,
huh?" 
"Okay."
And that was it No ethical debate. No weighing of the moral arguments.
Just a 
simple decision to deal with it .
Aidan's gun chattered -pock-pock-pock - as he picked off a bug that had
come too 
close. In the silence that followed, there was a groan. Daniel lowered
his gaze,
looking through the open doorway at the sleeping boys. Leon stirred,
then 
groaned again, scratching at the swelling behind his right shoulder
blade. 
Malice. It all came down to simple malice.
Looking up, Daniel saw the bright glint of insectile eyes staring at
him from 
above the ridge. He smiled then blew it into a million tiny pieces. 

Aidan gave them another hour, then woke them. They had three hours of
daylight.
If they were lucky they could get to the circle in that time. If they
were 
lucky.
But the younger boys were rested now, which was good. Because there
would be 
little chance for sleep when the sun went down. Then things would
really hot up.
Ahead of them, just the other side of the ridge, was thick woodland -
three,
almost four, kilometres of it There, they would be open to attack from
all sides 

-including the ground beneath their feet If they survived that, then they facedan even more difficult barrier, the river.At present the river was off to the south of them, but about threekilometres upstream it changed course and turned back upon itself. Where theyplanned toemerge from the woods there had once been a bridge, with a tiny hamletjustbeyond, but these days the bridge was down, and the river there was anicytorrent, rushing between two steep walls of rock.On the far side of the river was a tap. And they would need to use thattap. Ifthey could get across.Daniel looked about him, seeing how the boys were psyching themselvesup for thenext stage of their venture. It would have been best, perhaps, if theyhadn't stopped but had pressed on. That way they wouldn't have had to facethings coldagain. But then they would have had to face the problem of exhaustionsooner rather than later. Of nerves frayed to the limit and bodies that nolongerresponded as they should because they were just too tired. Aidan alwaysrested his team as soon as he could afford to. It was one of the reasons whyhis teams got through and others didn't But it was not only that. Today thingsweren't going to plan. Someone was pushing them - forcing them to take pathstheywouldn't normally take.Daniel turned suddenly. He had noticed something but wasn't sure quitewhat it was. Something peripheral.Nothing had changed. The ruin was still precisely as it had been amoment before. But. Aidan had stopped talking and was watching Daniel. The rest of themfell quiet.Aidan gestured, giving a subtle hand signal only they could read. Getback, itsaid. Daniel stooped, as if he were flicking something from his boot, thenstraightened, throwing a handful of dust at the door.As the cloud of dust struck it, the door exploded into life, the wholeframe loosing itself from the surrounding brickwork and hurling itself atDaniel, itslong claws flicking up to reach for him. But Daniel was already divingto one side as Aidan blasted the thing, blowing great chunks of it away.As the dust settled, Daniel pulled himself up, shrugging off fragmentsof the mimic. "Shit!" Johann said, and beside him Christian laughed nervously. They all knew about mimics - machines that looked like common objects but waitedpatiently,like living mines, to claim a victim - but none of the younger boys hadever seen one. Now, Daniel knew, they would find it hard to trust theappearance ofanything.Aidan was staring at it thoughtfully. After a moment he looked up atDaniel. "Why didn't it attack earlier?""I don't know." But Daniel did know. It had been triggered, and not just by the handfulof dust he had thrown at it Whoever lay behind this had been after him. Hadwanted to take him out -specifically him. And had wanted to do it when all theteam were there to witness it. He looked up at the tiny probe that hovered at the level of his eyes.Why now? he wondered. Are you tired of watching me?Or was he simply being paranoid?That last thought brought a smile to his lips. Aidan saw it andfrowned. Don't crack up on me, his eyes said."I won't," he answered out loud, wondering what they'd make of thosetwo words. "Then lef s go," Aidan said. "And remember ... call any earth-movements. There are burrowers out there." 
"Leon ... Leonl Sit down!" Leon turned, glaring at Aidan, then, seeing from Aidan's face that hewould brook no further argument, did as he was told. Even so, he sat therehunched forward, picking at the floor with his gloved fingers, unable to rest,his eyestwitching hereand there as if he suspected the stones themselves to transform intosudden enemies. Delirium, Daniel thought, studying him a moment, noting how theswelling behindhis right shoulder had grown this past hour.They were crouched on the rocks above the fall, the roar of the waterfillingthe air all around them. Half a kilometre behind them was the bridgeand beyondit the tap. But there had been a host of machines at the tap - manymore than were usually there - and to attempt to cross there would have beenfoolhardy,even if they hadn't already lost Benoit in the woods. Aidan had decidedto press on along the bank and cross further up, then double back, coming uponthe tapfrom higher ground.But it was as difficult to cross the river here as it had been back bythe tap.More so, if anything, for the current seemed twice as strong and thesides of the ravine through which it passed twice as steep. And then there wasthe problem of Leon.Leon stood once more, looking about him. A low growl escaped him."Leon?" Daniel kept all anxiety from his voice. It was important now tokeepcalm. To act as if things were perfectly normal.Leon twitched round, looking at Daniel, his gun pointed straight atDaniel's chest Stepping up to him, Daniel pushed the weapon's muzzle aside."If s okay, Leon. It's okay."Leon seemed to shiver. Then, with a small, self-conscious nod, hesquatted downagain, his weapon balanced across his knees. But his eyes still flickedfrom side to side nervously, a deep anxiety in every line of his face. Fromthe look of it there were poisons in his bloodstream.Daniel stepped behind him and bent forward, looking at the swelling. Asfar as he could see, it now stretched right down his back. Through a crack inthe armour Daniel could see how dark the flesh was, almost purple-black incolour,and as he looked he saw something within that darkness move, somethingsmall and mechanical, one tiny, fork-like limb snowing its outline briefly as itpressedup against the outer skin.Aidan, standing at the lip of the fall, had seen nothing. He wasstaring outacross the mist-filled gulf, his head turning now and then to considerpossibilities.There was another tap, three kilometres to the west, but they wouldnever make that. They had to recharge, and soon.As it was they were low on shells and grenades, and the Exit Gate wasstill more than fifteen kilometres to the north. Aidan turned, looking to him, then spoke into his helmet "We need arope.""True. But we haven't got a rope.""So how do we get across?""We blow it" "What?" Aidan came across. "Blow it?" "Sure. We can't wade it, and we can't jump it and we haven't got arope. But wecould block it Temporarily, that is.""You mean, blow a chunk out of the bank?"Daniel nodded. "And as the dust settles we quickly skip across. Before the water builds up again.""You think it'll work?" "I haven't a clue. But nothing else is going to, is it?"Aidan smiled. "I guess not""Then lefs not wait." And, taking a grenade from his belt, Danielprimed it andlobbed it down onto the bank some fifty metres below the ledge theywere on. "Come on!" he yelled, as the others scrambled to their feet, realisingwhat he had done. "Lets get down there, before the whole lot comes down on ourheads!" 
"You think this is it?" Aidan asked, turning to Daniel."Looks like it," Daniel answered.There had been rumours among the boys of an armoury, somewhere in theregion ofBuchenbach, but no one could swear to having seen it Like much else itwas thought of more as legend than true fact But here it was, a strangebunker-like building, cut into the side of the mountain, below which ran a stream.And astonishingly there was a bridge. A new bridge, made of solidwooden slats. CROSSING THE RIVER Daniel looked about him suspiciously. They were gambling now. Thedarkness was falling, and Leon was going mad, and ...He swallowed deeply. He had thought he was imagining it at first, butthen he'd checked a couple of times and seen that it really was so. They hadthree camera bugs on him now. Three!Was the Man himself watching? Was that it? Were they putting on a showfor him? He gripped his gun tighter, then looked to Aidan again. "Well?""Okay," Aidan said, his eyes briefly uncertain.Aidan had not wanted to come this way. He'd wanted to go back and takethe tap,whatever the cost But Daniel had persuaded him. After his luck at theriver he seemed to have been on some kind of a roll. So why not?Because I was guessing. And that guess might cost us all our lives.He did not know why he had persuaded Aidan, but he had. It had been thesame kind of instinct that made him turn left and loose off a round even before he saw or heard the threat from that side - a "sixth sense" some called it The same thing that got him through this living hell each time.He stared hard at the building, certain now that it was the armoury.And even if it was a trap, they would survive it He'd take them in and bring themout. And why? Because he had an instinct for itAidan had not moved. Thirty seconds had passed and Aidan had not moved.Behind him the four boys waited in a line, stretched out a good three metresbetween each of them as they faced the armoury."Okay," Daniel said, "lets go in."So it's me now, Daniel thought, and wondered at how, in a singlemoment, commandhad switched from Aidan to himself. Confidence, he told himself. They see it in me. Pure self-belief,shining fromme like a beacon. Why, even Aidan sees it and acknowledges it, forthere's no room here for uncertainty. No mercy for the faint-hearted.Daniel smiled at the thought, knowing that somewhere they were watchinghim;smiling perhaps because they were watchinghim. Then, unclipping therocket-launcher from his back, he stepped out onto the bridge. 
"Fucking hell!" one of the operators said quietly as he watched theteam cut their way through the guards and into the first level area."They don't stand a chance," another of them said, pushing back fromhis machine, his face registering a kind of awe at what he was witnessing.All around the massive control room, men were sitting back from theirscreens,that same look - part shock, part awe - on every face."Seal us off," Dublanc ordered, coming down the metal steps. At oncethe greatblast shields came down at either end of the room. Standing beneath the bank of screens, Dublanc stared, then shook hishead. It was true. They were used to watching these teams compete againstmachines that looked like insects and, though boys died, it was all a kind of game.But now,against human opposition, they were revealed for what they were - theultimate predators. A nightmare with twelve arms."You want me to flood the level with gas?"Dublanc turned to York and snarled. 'Til have .yew fucking gassed, youarsehole! Look at them! Just look at what we've made!" And now he smiled. Smiled as Daniel reloaded, then blew away anotherpair ofguards.They shouldn't be anywhere near here, he thought That's why we buHt theCore here between the rivers, to make sure they didn't come anywhere near,but Daniel blew that safeguard away when he blew a path across the river."Pull back!" he ordered. "Let them have the level." "But the armoury ..." 
One look silenced his assistant. Dublanc turned back, watching as the team broke down the armoureddoors, thenwent to the racks and, with the care of experts, selected the weaponrytheywould need to go back outinto Eden. Good NorTek weapons with heavy duty munitions.Pride, he thought, that's what I'm feeling. Pride in these littlebastards. And the Man? Maybe DeVore ought to see this, no matter what happened from here on.It was certainly unusual enough to warrant his attention. Then again, DeVoredidn't want to know about failures. So maybe he would wait, after all."I was wrong," he said aloud, grinning as he looked about him at thecrowded operations room. "There was I thinking Daniel was getting paranoid,when all the while he was getting smart" 
The full moon was halfway up the sky when they came to the tap atBreitnau. In its light they could see the towering presence of the wall, no morethan four kilometres distant They had made good progress, but it had been at aprice.Johann had been cut by a clipper-fly and Ju Dun had trodden on a spine-beetle. Both wounds would have to be treated, and soon, but most worrying ofall was Leon. Leon was on the edge.Not only that, but it was night now, and at night Eden exploded intosudden,vicious life. In an insane mimicry of life, the mind that had devised Eden and itsoccupantshad chosen to stay dose to the pattern on which it drew. In the insectworld most bugs lay quiescent during the heat of the day, their shape andcolour blending into the background, effectively hiding them from sight Yet atnightthey'd come alive So it was that machines that had rested throughoutthe day,drawing power and energy from tiny solar panels set into their wingsand into the flanks of their long, segmented bodies, now buzzed or scuttledabout, theirinfrared night-sights seeking out every source of body-heatYet they too gave off traces of warmth from the tiny engines thatpowered them,and it was these the boys now depended upon, their guns locking on eachbright flicker as it appeared in the darkness that surrounded them.From the watch-towers on the wall, the guards, looking back into Eden,could mark the team's slow progress, not merely by the sound of gunfire andexplosions, but by the display of pyrotechnics that accompanied theteam, suddenbright coruscations lighting the sky briefly, then several vividflashes and, amoment later, the pock-pock-pock of an automatic.And at the heart of that, Leon, his eyes dark with pain, firing atanything thatmoved, real or imaginary.The tap was just ahead of them. Through their visors, the boys couldsee it as a broad glow, constantly in movement where hundreds of the mechanoidsclustered about it. The spigot of the tap shone like a tiny spire, poking up fromthe centre of that glowing, shimmering mass. From moment to moment it wouldseem to bulge, as if oozing a great blood-drop of light, then pulse, beforeresuming itssharp, needle-like shape.Daniel glanced across at Leon. The whole of Leon's back now heaved andpulsedwith the burgeoning life within. You could see the glow of the tiny,growingmechanoids through his armour as faint presences, yet where the platewas split,the glow was livid, shining out like a magma flow in rock. Every bugfor kilometres around was being drawn to him. Yet Leon, mad as he was,dangerous ashe was, had one final use before he was done.Leon would get them the tap."Leon? Leon..." Leon's gun swung round. Daniel could not see his eyes through thevisor, but hecould sense from his agitated movements just how close he was to doingfor them all. One burst of rapid gunfire and they'd all be dead."Leon, I've a job for you."Did Leon understand him any longer? And if he did, would he stillrespond toorders? Or had he gone beyond that now? Had they left it too late?"Leon, listen to me carefully. I want you to draw the swarm from thetap. Do youunderstand? I want you to take them off and then, when I give thecommand, Iwant you to seal. You got that?"There was a grunt The gun swung away. Leon looked towards the tap.So you are still in there, Daniel thought, feeling real pity for theboy nowthat the moment had come. And maybe you even understand what's happenedto you.But it won't be long now, I promise."Okay," Leon said, the first word he had uttered in over an hour. 
"I..." He groaned as the teeming life inside him visibly shifted. "I'll go in."The others were all watching now. They saw how Leon jogged toward thetap, hisbody hunched and weary; saw how the glowing mass seemed to shiver witha sudden agitation as it sensed his proximity.Slowly Leon began to move to the right, and as he did, he opened fire,sudden gashes of pure white light exploding within that general numbingredness. Once more the glowing mass seemed to shimmer. Then, with an eerie silence,it beganto lift into the air, a great flickering cloud of red that rose with aninfinite slowness to hurl itself at Leon. Yet even as it rose, a vivid pencil line of light streaked out, joiningthe bright-lit figure of Daniel to Leon.The explosion ripped Leon's suit apart. Leon stood there a moment,flaming likea torch, then tumbled forward and lay still."Okay," Daniel said, as the brightly glowing swarm fell upon the fallenboy."Let's take the tap." 
CHAPTER-3 white spaceDaniel woke to the crump-crump-crump of Aidan's rocket-launcher. Ju Dunwas bending over him, shaking him awake."Bees!" he was shouting. "Beesl"Daniel was instantly alert "Where?" he asked, getting to his feet anddrawinghis gun, even as the first of the three shells detonated."Coming out of the sun!" Aidan yelled, a note of apprehension in hisvoice. Crump-crump-crump.Six shots left, Daniel thought, his visor darkening as he looked intothe sun. Johann and Christian were at the windows, their visors blacked to cutout the glare of a sun which seemed to be balanced on top of the wall, threekilometres off, like a searchlight beamed directly at them."I can't see the fuckers!" Johann shouted anxiously."Don't bother looking for them," Aidan yelled back, "just fire into thesun!" "Aidan's right," Daniel said, his voice quiet but commanding. "Don'tworry ifyou can't see them. They're there all right. Can't you hear them?"They could hear them, even over the sound of gunfire. And once youheard that sound you couldn't really hear anything else - not if you'd foughtagainst bees before. Bees, the most innocuous of insects, the most friendly as far as humanswere concerned. Only these weren't cuddly little honey bees, these were ferociousfighters;soldier bees, ten to twelve inches long; semi-intelligent geneticmachines,developed from an old GenSyn patent, which had only one idea in mind -to destroy unwanted intruders.Daniel blacked his visor, then put his gun to his shoulder and firedblindlyinto the space directly in front of him, slewing the gun from side toside and not releasing the trigger until the chamber was empty. And still thesound of the swarm grew.Dead. He had only ever fought bees once before, and that had been on hissecond tour. There had been seven of them at the beginning of that brief encounter.At the end of it there had been only him and two other boys. Most teamsweren't even that lucky.Daniel undipped another gun and opened fire again. There was a deep,circular shadow now at the centre of the sun, a dark spot, like the pupil of agoldeneye. The bees were still several hundred metres off, but the intensityof the noise suggested they were right on top of them."Stun?" Aidan suggested."Won't work," Daniel answered. "We'll get some of them, but the restwill simplysit on us until we unseal, then pick us apart""Then what the fuck do we do?" Keep firing, he thought, but he didn't know if there was enoughammunition in the Garden to bring a whole swarm down. Why, there could be anything upto a thousand of them out there. "Back off!" he ordered. "Into the store room. We'll block the door and sit it out" The store room had a packed earth floor and a solid stone ceiling. Itwasn't bigbut it was large enough to hold the five of them.As they began to back towards it, there was a scream.Daniel cleared his visor and looked. Three of the bees were feasting onJohann. One of them had speared him straightthrough his visor. Another hadlanded on his back. As Daniel watched, Johann's visor slowly cleared.His helmet was filled with blood, but Johann was still struggling,drowning in his own blood! Yet even as Daniel took in the sight, a flash of orange-black filledhis own vision. Instinctively, he ducked to one side, bringing up his gun, asatisfyingthud telling him he'd connected.And then he was inside, Aidan and Christian gasping for breath besidehim. "Where's Ju Dun?" he yelled, as Aidan threw himself forward to securethe door. A bee poked its upper body into the space between the door and thewall, tryingto prise its way around the closing door, one eye swivelling, searchingthe interior. Its mandibles twitched. As Aidan ducked to avoid it there was gunfire-loud in that enclosed space - and the bee's head was blown away."I'm here," Ju Dun said from the shadows, lowering his gun.Daniel looked to Christian. The boy had his head down, his visor stillblacked. He made no sound, but Daniel knew he'd seen what had happened toJohann. Daniel turned. There was a second door, at the back of the room. Theywould need to secure that, too. Yet even as he stepped toward it, the woodenpanels seemedto swell and groan.Daniel pointed to the heavy wooden table to his right "Ju Dun, help me!Lefs barricade the door." He had no plan except to survive. To get through a few more preciousminutes. And maybe they'd go away.Maybe.The wooden panels of the door bulged again. There was a thud, theflutter of a wing against the roof. Lifting the table, they slammed it against thedoor. As they did, a solid steel sting rammed its way through both layers ofwood,missing Daniel's arm by less than a centimetre, the poisoned tipquivering.Bees. Of all the fucking luck."A hive," Daniel said, turning to look at Aidan. "We must be near ahive." 
Bees were patient. They remembered their purpose. Only nightfall woulddraw them off, but that was half a day away.And one thing was certain. They would not last half a day. For the beeswere relentless. They did not give in until their purpose was achieved.While Daniel paced the room, trying to work out what to do, Aidan madea check on what armaments they had left between the four of them. 
Christian was slumped against the wall. He had cleared his visor now,but his head was down and he wasn't speaking. Ju Dun, standing close by, waswatchinghim. The young boy frowned, then looked up at Daniel."We can't stay here," he said, unexpectedly.Aidan looked round. He frowned, then looked up at Daniel, his eyesquerying that"Ju Dun's right," Daniel said. "If we stay our chances are zero. I knowthem. They'll regroup and attack both doors at once.""And if we go out, our chances are pretty slim, wouldn't you say?"Daniel smiled. "So ifs heads we lose ..." "... and tails we lose." Aidan too was grinning now. He grabbed up hisgun thenturned to face Christian. "Come on, lad. Grieving's over. Ifs time togetrevenge." 
The first rocket blew down the door. Christian's flamer took out the dozen or so bees that thought to slip into the gap. Then Ju Dun ran through,sprayingbullets right, left and centre. Daniel followed an instant later,picking offanything Ju Dun missed. Aidan, in the doorway, turned, aiming the bigrocket launcher up at the main swarm that had lifted and turned toward them,the second rocket exploding in their midst Then they were running, following astraightline to the nearestbuilding two hundred metres away, forcing the beesto adopt atight formation in pursuitThe bees gained on them, step by step. They were almost on them whenDaniel called the order and, as one, they turned to face the cloud of angrymachines,the four of them in a line and kneeling.If they were going to die, then they were going to go out in style.Christian's flamer licked the edges of the swarm. Crump-crump-crumpwent the bigrocket launcher. (My one left, Daniel thought, conscious of Aidan discarding thelauncher and opening up with his automatic.The three explosions punched great holes in the tight-packed swarm.Normally thebees would have spread out more, to lessen the impact of rocketattacks, butDaniel's tactic had forced them into a basic error. More than a quarterof the swarm had been destroyed in those three explosions.Suddenly, the odds had changed.Now it was a simple bug-shoot. Get them before they get you. And the gods helpthe man whose nerve failed. Christian, beside Daniel, was crying now. Daniel could hear him in hishelmet But he was also shooting like a man possessed and between them theywere slowlydriving back the swarm.And then, suddenly - miraculously, it seemed - the bees lifted andturned,heading back the way they'd come.Daniel's mouth was dry as he watched them, wondering if this were onlya trick -a tactic to un-man them. To give them hope then snatch it away oncemore. "Hold tight," he said, "they may be re-grouping."But the truth was they were moving farther and farther away and thathellish vibration - the great pulse of insect wings that had seemed to fill theair -was also diminishing, until, a minute later, it was barely audible.The day was suddenly quiet The sun beat down on them.Slowly the four boys stood.It was not done with yet. In fact, it was far from over, but they hadgot thisfar. And they had survived a swarm.Daniel looked about him, seeing howthe others watched him, looking to him now for their lead. "Come on," hesaid. "The next tap's just north of here. We can be there within the hour." 
Dublanc rubbed his eyes, then leaned forward, pressing the pad thatlowered the blinds about his gallery office."Commandant?" The voice on the communicator was York's. 'Tes, Captain?" he asked wearily."I'm sorry, sir, but what do you want to do?"Dublanc hesitated, then. "We'll leave things be.""But, sir ..."Dublanc brought his hand down, cutting the link, then sat back, closinghis eyes. The drugs were wearing off. He would need to take some more if hewas to stay awake for the final push.I could end it now, he thought I could throw every thing I have at themand end it. And what would that prove? Nothing they didn't already know.He reached down into the second drawer of the desk and took out the box of capsules, shaking two out into his palm then swallowing them down.They'd keephim alert for another twelve hours if necessary. But he would pay forit He always paid. 
None of his men knew just how much nervous energy he expended on theseruns. They thought him indifferent to it all - a cold, maybe even callous,man - and he did his best to foster that illusion. But deeper down he paid forthat outward lie. Long ago, he'd had a son. An eight-year-old named Matthew. But Matthewhad died in the plague, along with his mother and baby sister, while he - plainCaptainDublanc, back then - had been on duty on an orbital station above itall. Now nothing remained of that former life. Only memories. All else - allphysicaltrace of those he'd loved - had been destroyedon those great pyres which, glimpsed from geostationary orbit highabove the City, had seemed to fill the land to either side of the Rhine likesunlightglimmering on the surface of a pond.Dropping the box back into the drawer, he slid it closed, then openedthe topdrawer, taking out the file on Daniel.Like much else that was secret, there was no computer record of thisfile. Officially it did not even exist And much that had once existed oncomputerfile, had been erased, to be placed here, where enquiring eyes mightnot see it Dublanc opened the file and quickly flipped through the handwrittenpages to thelatest entry. Then, taking a pen from the stand nearby, he began towrite,setting down his most recent observations.Here too were the maps of Daniel's past excursions into Eden, brightred ink markings tracing the paths he'd taken, the obstacles he'd faced, thefriends he'd lost They were impressive documents.He took them out now and studied them a while, wondering if there was adue to Daniel in the meandering red lines. A pattern. Laying the thin,transparentsheets one upon another, he picked them up, looking at thetransposition, butthere was no pattern to it Daniel had faced each crossing as if it wasthe first Or last And this time, well... this was the strangest of them all.He set the maps aside, then took out the last of the sheets in the fileIt was a sketch he'd done - a picture of Daniel's face, the visor of his helmetback,those deep green eyes staring out And behind him two tiny midge-likecameras. 
Watching, always watching him.Everything was here. A list of the books he'd borrowed from the camplibrary. Alist of friends he'd made, transcripts of conversations he'd had, anote of his dietary preferences. But nothing that gave a clue. Nothing that toldyou aboutthe real Daniel Mussida. For that real self was locked away somewhere Was buried deep inside hishead where no watching camera could see.Until now. For something was happening inside the boy. Dublanc could sense it. Andsometimes, for the briefest moment, he thought he could even see it,there in his eyes.A metamorphosis.Dublanc sighed, then closed the file, rubbing at his eyes once more. Itwould be a good ten or fifteen minutes before the drugs kicked in. Until theydid, he'dlie down and take a moment's rest Real rest, not the chemical variety.He stood and walked across the room, then settled on the long bench-like bed at the back, closing his eyes, knowing that York would wake him ifanythinghappened. 
The valley was due north, about two kilometres from the wall. To theirleft,just above them, was a stand of trees. To their right the ground fellaway,until, about five hundred metres distant, it rose again to form ahummock. On top of that was the tap. A platform tap.There were no buildings here, only rock and scrub and here and therethe splintered shape of a tree. The land was rough, untended. Rustingmachinery layeverywhere. One could not take a step here without treading on theruins of pastcampaigns.And yet, right now, the valley was deserted, the tap - clearly visiblefrom where they stood - unguarded."Flame the slope," Daniel said.Christian stepped forward and, narrowing the aperture on the flamer,ignited itAs the long tongue of the flame licked over the surface of the ground,the others raised their guns, waiting.Normally the flamer would make any hidden machines fly up, and theywould pickthem off, but this time the tactic was in vain. It really was deserted.Daniel looked to Aidan, suspicious now. Aidan shrugged, then gestured at his feet Underground. Of course. Thaf s where they were. Sitting down there,waiting.Burrowers, perhaps, or beetles, or ...He didn't like it The situation made his skin crawl. If he could, hewould have turned right round and headed for the tapto the east, but they couldn't do that They were on low charge as itwas. Theyneeded this tap.Only Daniel wasn't sure they could take the tap - not against stiffopposition.There were only four of them now, and though he knew what good fighterstheywere, it took only a moment's inattention and the odds against themwould be shortened dramatically.No choice, he thought, excusing himself. But it didn't make him feelany better."Okay," he said. "If they're going to come from anywhere, they'll comefrom underfoot So watch out And move quickly. Right?" Without another wordDaniel set off, jogging down the charred and steaming slope towards the tap, hisarmour feeling heavy now, unwieldy.Every time he set his foot down, he expected something to happen. Ateverymoment he expected the ground to explode in a fury of dark, snappingforms, butnothing... still there was nothing.His heart was in his mouth. There was a pain of expectation in his gutthat was indescribable. Behind him, the others tried their best to keep up withhim,their heavy armour squeaking and rattling, the grunt of each breaththey tooksounding loudly in Daniel's helmet.Ahead of him the hillock rose up, blocking his view. Slowing he beganto climb it, the second finger of his right hand aching now from where he'd heldit tightagainst the wire-fine trigger. Come on you little bastards! Showyourselves! Heclimbed up, onto the solid base that surrounded the tap. A moment laterAidan joined him there, quickly followed by Ju Dun and Christian. They wereall gasping for breath.For a moment they simply stood there, their guns raised, scanning theemptyvalley for some sign of life, but there was stiH nothing."What the fuck's going on?" Aidan asked, giving a tiny incredulouslaugh."Doesn't it work?" Daniel whirled about, thinking that maybe Aidan had hit upon it, but the tap wasworking. As he brushed his fingers against one of the metallic teats itgave hima tiny shock."We are still in Eden?" Christian asked. "We didn't..." "Charge the guns," Daniel said, with an uncharacteristic impatience.This emptiness - this lack of opposition - worried him more than anythinghe'd come across, for he knew it was not a chance thing. The mechanoids were notevenlyspread, he knew that, but there were not - as far as he knew - wholevalleyswithout any such life, and there wasn't a tap that didn't have athousand or more of the little buggers crawling all over itSo where were they? And why were they holding off?As Ju Dun and Christian charged the guns, he and Aidan kept watch."Spooky," Aidan said after a moment "Give me something to shoot atevery time."Daniel nodded, knowing exactly what Aidan meant He didn't mind thefighting, itwas the waiting that got to him. When you were fighting you couldforget and letanother, more ancient, part of the brain take over, but this ...This was sheer torture. There was the faintest vibration, deep down.The swarm? Daniel listened. No. It was not in the air, it was in the earth.Aidan too had noticed it and was looking down."Are you almost finished?" Daniel asked, not daring to turn his backand look. "Almost," Ju Dun answered. "Two more guns, thaf s all."A minute, then, at mostDaniel swallowed. The vibration had become a steady shaking. Clods ofearth were jiggling up and down on the slope just beneath them. The whole of theplatformwas resounding now like a struck gong.As Ju Dun snatched the gun from the charge-nipple and turned, the wholeof the bank just in front of them seemed to rear up, changing from black tored in an instant. Daniel blinked, his mind not taking in what had happened. Then heunderstood. Ants. Red ants. Millions of the little fuckers. Not big, like the restof the mechanoids, but tiny."Oh, shit..."Christian's flamer roared momentarily, taking out thefirst wave of ants, but even as he went to spray them a second time, the fuel feedstuttered and went out. Daniel turned and looked Ants were all over Christian's back They hadchewed through the feed line. And in a moment... 
He gave the order almost without thinking, knowing how much of a risk
it was,
and knowing that there was nothing -absolutely nothing - else he could
do. 
"Seal!" 
And as the word died in his throat, he depressed the button on his
chest and the 
world outside went white. 

Daniel woke with a continuous high-pitched whine in his head. All about
him 
piles of the ants lay inert where the sonic light-stunner had gone off.
He lifted his head a fraction. "Aidan?" 
There was a faint groan on Aidan's channel.
"Ju Dun?" 
The answer came back crisply. "Here!"
Daniel couldn't see from where he lay, but he knew, without having to
look, that
Ju Dun was already on his feet
"Christian?" 
There was a moment's silence, then Ju Dun answered. "He's dead. His
suit 
cracked." 
Daniel pulled himself up slowly, feeling as if someone had glued all of
his 
limbs very loosely to his torso. He could still feel the shock wave in
his 
bones. The same shock wave that had destroyed the sensitive mechanisms
of the 
ants. 
Turning, he saw at once what Ju Dun meant Christian lay there, a great
jagged
rent in the back of his armour. And where his flesh had been exposed,
it had a 
transparent, almost jellied bloodiness.
For the best, perhaps, he thought, wondering how, even if Christian had
survived 
the journey across Eden, he would have survived living without his
soul-mate 
Johann. 
But he didn't give in. Not even after Johann's death. He grieved and
then got on
with it. 
WHITE SPACE 
Daniel bent down and picked up one of the tiny ants between his thumb
and 
forefinger. Taking a tiny pick-lock from the neck of his suit - one he
normally
used to adjust the visor mechanism - he prised the minute shell of the
creature 
apart and looked.
Incredible, he thought, spilling it out onto his open palm. Such
workmanship.
Shepherd's, he knew instinctively. This has to be Shepherd's work.
It was like the jewelled clock Dublanc had in his room - the one with 

the transparent back that let you see the workings. Only this was muchsmaller and more delicate and the workings were far more complex.The whole of Eden was a warped creation. A land of wonders turned intoa horror show. And why?He kept returning to the question.Why did The Man force his boys through such a violent rite of passage?Why, ifhe said he loved and cared for them, was he prepared to see them die inso cruel a manner? Daniel turned. Aidan was on his feet now, dusting himself off. Ju Dunwas off to the left, his gun at his shoulder, looking for anything coming in.Daniel studied the terrain, comparing it to the map he held in hishead. The Exit Gate was not far now. Two-and-a-half kilometres at most If theyheaded directly north-east they could get there in two hours.The map. He stared at the map in his head, realising suddenly thatthere was only one remaining gap in it, there at the very centre of it all.A gap. Or was there something there. Something that Eden was designedto pushthem away from."Well?" Aidan said, gesturing towards the Gate. "Are we going or not?"Daniel lifted a hand, signalling that he should be silentIt was true, now that he thought about it The nearer they got to thatgap, themore intense the fighting became. Why, if the swarm hadn't attacked,they'd havewalked straight through itYes, he thought. And that's why we've got togo back.But not with the bugs watching them and sending back details of theireverymoment Without warning, Daniel lifted his gun and began to blast the tinymidge-likeprobes out of the air. Eight shots later and it was done.Aidan was staring at him as if he'd gone mad. "Daniel;""Come on," he said, gesturing for them both to follow him. "We're goingback." "Back?" Aidan asked. "Back where?" "Back to the very centre of Eden.""But we're almost out The Exif s within reach now, Daniel!"But Daniel shook his head. "Don't you see? Getting out alive isn't thepoint. Ifit was, then why send us back time and again? No ... that’s where it is ... there, in the white space at the heart of it all." 
Things flew at them and scuttled into position, almost like someone washurling everything they could at them to stop them.They had come almost five kilometres now, following the course of theriver,heading north. Now Daniel took them directly west again, climbing,skirting theHinterwaldkopf , the river ahead of them. When they hit the river theywould godirectly south, then turn west again at Notschrei and, taking the oldroad, headnorth. Into white space.They had no rockets and no flamers, and they were low on ammunition,but theywere still fully-charged. K they had to, they would burn their way in.Aidan's voice whispered in his helmet "Daniel... remotes."He made no sign that he'd heard. "Where?""Across the river. Two hundred, maybe two-fifty metres off. You can seethem glinting in the sun.""You sure they're remotes?""They're keeping parallel with us and making no attempt to come anycloser. I'd say they were remotes, wouldn't you?""Then let's deal with them. We're going into the trees. If they want tosee what we're doing, they'll have to follow us."He scanned the hillside to his left. If there were any mechanoids inthere, hecouldn't see them, but they'd have to take that risk. The odds weremuch better if they weren't being watched."Ju Dun," he said. "We're going into the trees. Keep tight with us andwatch yourself."He glanced at Aidan. "Ready?"Aidan grinned back at him. "Ready as I'll ever be!""Okay, then let's go."As one they broke into a trot, coming off the river path and into thecover of the trees. On the far side of the river the remotes slowed then, reacting to adistant command, came straight across, moving at speed, following the boys intothe trees. 
"Fuck!" Dublanc slammed his fist down onto the table. They'd lost them againlThe thought of it made him nervous - yes, and excited, too. This hadn'thappenedbefore "Send in everything we've got And position them where they can't beblasted from the sky. I want to see this." 
And Daniel doesn't want me to ... He knew why, of course. He knew that Daniel had finally put two and twotogetherand come up with an answer. That was the only explanation for what hewas doing.And though it was his role, as Core Leader, to stop Daniel, it was -paradoxically - also the raison d'etre for Eden, if such a thingexisted. Daniel was supposed to get through. Or someone like Daniel The perfect killer.The machine to outgun the machines, as he liked to think of itOr so he guessed.And the odds were that one or other of them would have worked it out sooner or later. The only trouble - as far as the boys were concerned - wasliving longenough to come to that realisation."Okay," he said, certain now that his earlier instinct had been theright one."Send a message to DeVore. I think he'll want to see this." 
There were eyes everywhere Daniel looked. He could make them out by theway theyglinted in the sunlight. Distant. Too distant to bring down with anycertainty.And they needed every last bullet now.They were facing north, the sun to their left, its slanting rayscasting theirshadows long across the slope.The centre was directly ahead of them now, below where they stood, atthe heart of a broad valley. Daniel squinted through his visor then enhanced theenlargement, trying to make out something - anything - that might be"it". Because he couldn't he wrong. It had to be there.But there was nothing. Nothing but rock and tree and ...White space, he thought Nothing but white space."Come on," Aidan said, a strange gentleness in his voice, as if hesensed Daniel's disappointment "Let's go and poke about"No blame. No recriminations. Daniel looked to his friend, loving him atthat moment. In all of this, he could have had no one better at his side.And if this 
-this foolish errand of theirs -was it, then at least they had madethe gesture.They began to walk down, Daniel to the left, Aidan level with him tohis right,Ju Dun walking slowly backwards, forming the apex of the triangle, sometwentymetres behind. Gunfire. A flash of laser. These were constants. It was almost over,yet stillthe artificial life of Eden sought to destroy them. They fought it off, slowlyexpending the last of their munitions, while, floating aboveeverything, theprobes looked down, sending back their signals to the watching Core,ten kilometres distant "Underground," Daniel said. "It has to be underground.""Yes, but what?"A gate, Daniel answered in his head, but he didn't want to say italoud,justjnjjjgg he was wrong.Yes, and not just a gate. There had to be something else. Somethingbesides a gate.Two hoverflies, their wingspan a metre across, swooped down out of thesun. And were gone in a flickering flash.Aidan lowered his laser and looked about him. It was a fine afternoon. In the late sunlight Eden was beautiful. The grass had never seemed greener,nor the trees so lovely. The sky was clear and blue. Down below, a streamgurgled itsway through the valley.They walked towards it, the peacefulness of it sinking deep into themlike a balm. And then the stillness hit them. It was as if they had stepped through an invisible glass wall and werenow inside. The cool breeze that had been blowing dropped abruptly, as if it hadbeen switched off. The air felt suddenly heavier, more oppressive. And thesounds were suddenly muted, as if heard from the bottom of great depths ofwater. The light here was different, too, as if it fell on them through thickglass, orfrom some distant pastDaniel stopped, pointing down at the floor.Aidan looked, then frowned. "What is it? What am I looking at?""No shadows," Daniel answered, turning a full circle to look about him,his every gesture wary now.Aidan swallowed, the faintest hint of fear now in his eyes. "Where arewe,Daniel?" "In the centre," he answered, his own voice suddenly sounding strangeto him,muted. "In the white space."And then a voice sounded, seeming to come from all sides of them atonce: "Well done, Daniel. But there's one more hurdle to leap. One finaltest. Turn around. Turn around and look." Daniel turned. There, not twenty metres from where he stood, the earth had opened up. A tunnel led straight down into the earth. A bare, inhuman-lookingtunnel, the walls smooth and black like the inside of a beetle'swing-case.Staring at it, he recognised what it was and felt a cold feargriphim. A nest. He was looking at the entrance to a nest."What is it?" Ju Dun asked, coming alongside"If s a nest" He had a glimpse of himself, strung up and still alive, as the hellishlittle things crawled over his face while others fed from his guts.No, he thought, taking a step backwards. No."Daniel?" Aidan was looking at him strangely."I'm ..." Okay, he thought, the fit passing.He shivered, lien looked about him. They were under some kind of dome.He could see its shape in the air all about them. But what kind of dome was itthat one could simply walk through?A force-field, perhaps. One that had been triggered by their entry.As he looked, the surface of the dome flickered and sparked as a bugtried to fly through it at them. The thing vanished as if it had never been. Notiny partof it had penetrated the dome's surface.Daniel met Aidan's eyes. "I was right"Aidan nodded. "So shall we go in?"Aidan's smile was as of old. "It doesn't look like we're going to getout anyother way."It was true. The only way out was in.Daniel stared at the darkness of the tunnel's mouth, forcing himself toface his worst imaginings. For a moment or two he hung on a thread, as the wingsof the mechanoids brushed against his face and the nano-grubs nibbled at hisguts,then, with a determined little nod of his head, he gestured towards thetunnel. "Okay. Lefs see whafs down there." 
DeVore stood facing the bank of screens, his hands loosely on his hips,while all about him the staff of the control room stood, their attentiondivided between him and what was happening on the screens.WHITE SPACE Four probes had gone in with the boys, two ahead, two behind, and thebank of screens was divided into four, so that each image lay across a sectionof four by four screens. At the top left, Daniel, crouched in the narrowtunnel, his visor lit, so that one could see his face in the darkness, movingslowlyforward. To the right of that, the screens showed Aidan, alsocrouching, butseen from behind as he followed his friend in; and beneath that image,that of Ju Dun, standing upright, his much smaller figure fitted neatly intothe circle of the tunnel. Only one of the quadrants was dark. In that left-hand section of thescreens -directly beneath the figure of Daniel -something moved, a shadow amongthe shadows. "Do you think he knows?" DeVore asked. "Do you think he understands ityet?"Dublanc, standing just behind him, answered hesitantly, his ownmisunderstandingclear. "No. I ... I think he's still guessing.""He's afraid now." "Yes." It was true. You could see it in his eyes. So this was true bravery.Yes, or foolhardiness."Are you a gambling man, Dublanc?""Master?" DeVore turned and looked at him. "What would you say his chances wereof gettingout?" "Not good."Again, true. But Daniel was an expert at beating the odds. A genuinesurvivor. And he had Aidan at his back, so ..."You want to wager with me?"The thought of it shocked Dublanc. Wager with DeVore?"Don't you think ...?""I think he's going to make it," DeVore said, interrupting him. "Ithink that whatever we throw at him, he'll walk through it, or round it, or overit Don't you?"Part of Dublanc agreed. But then, he also knew what Daniel was walkinginto. And even Daniel would be hard pressed to survive that"A hundred yuan hedoesn't," heheard himself say."Make it five," DeVore said.He swallowed, then nodded his head. Five hundred yuan. Shit! It wouldclear him out. Up on the screen, Daniel moved slowly forward, into the darkness of thenest 
The dart came whistling out of the dark. Daniel heard it and reactedinstinctively, throwing himself to the side, his suit thudding againstthe tunnel wall. There was a sharp crack just behind him, but there was no time to look.From that same impenetrable darkness came a clicking and a whistling and aflutteringrush of wings.Daniel hit the pad on his arm, flooding the tunnel ahead of him withlight fromthe lamp on his helmet.And felt his stomach fall away ...Forty, maybe fifty, metres down the tunnel, a seething solid wall ofglitteringeyes and beaks and claws approached steadily like a great plug oflivinghostility being pushed up out of the darkness.And even as he opened fire, Daniel understood. Corruption. He was beingtutored in the reality of corruption, of the living darkness that lay behindthe light,of the unending physical nightmare of existence.In the end this was all there was. All else was surface. The knowledge seemed to sap his will, even as he sprayed round afterround into that advancing mass.Daniel stepped back and almost fell, his foot catching againstsomething on thefloor behind him. He glanced down, even as his gun emptied and fellsilent Aidan was down. The crack he'd heard was the sound of the dart goingstraightthrough Aidan's visor. He was dead. Daniel could see that at a glance.The dart had gone straight between Aidan's eyes and embedded itself in hisbrain. Daniel looked up, tearing his eyes away from the sight. Just beyondAidan,framed by the blackness, Ju Dun had crouched,WHITE SPACE his whole face intent, business-like as he fired past Daniel into theadvancingmechanoids. He turned back. That wall of living menace was now no more than fifteenmetres distant. He had no bombs, no guns, no rockets to stop them. In aminute, maybeless, they would be overrun.They could turn and run, of course, and maybe they would be fast enoughnot to be caught, but he doubted it Besides, the twists and turns of thesetunnels were labyrinthine, and who knew what lay back there in the darkness waitingfor them? "Ju Dun?" he yelled. "Are you ready?""Ready?" The boy laughed. "Ready to die, you mean?""No. We're going to go through. We're going to see what lies on theother side of that!" 
"Then I guess I'm ready."Daniel reached across and took Aidan's gun. They were almost on him.As he swung the barrel up he almost rammed it into a pincered mouth -the mouth disintegrating in a shower of metal as the gun opened up. And thenDaniel was inside that seething mass, flailing about, his head tucked down, thegunjuddering in his arms as he held it to him, trying not to let them ripit from his grasp.And pain, and pain, and pain ... 
"Gods..." They had never seen the like. There was a silence in the controlroom that was a silence of shock and awe and... incredulity.All the operators were on their feet now, staring up at thesingle image that now rilled the bank of screens, while DeVore,unnoticed in their midst, looked down, stroking his chinthoughtfully.The boy was on the floor of the chamber, on his knees, his head fallenforward,his hands hanging loosely at his sides. His gun lay on the floor besidehim,where he'd dropped it Slowly his chest rose and fell, slowly his headcame up.His suit was cracked and ripped, and there were smears of bloodeverywhere,but he was alive. And his eyes, which had witnessed all the horror andcome through it, seemed now to see beyond the surface of all things.Not a dozen paces from where he knelt was the Inner Gate, the polishedcircle of its hatch gleaming softly in the half-light.As they watched, Ju Dun walked back into the picture and crouched,facingDaniel. "Are you okay now?"There was the vaguest of movements from Daniel. His eyes flicked up andmet the other's, then glanced aside, looking past him at the Gate."There's something else," he said quietly. "Some final thing."Ju Dun straightened, waiting for the other's lead.Daniel gave a little shudder, then, putting his weight on his lefthand, pushedhimself up off the floor, getting to his feetThe right arm hung limply where the tendon had been cut. Daniel hadstaunched the bleeding and sealed the wound, but the arm could not be used.Not that that mattered now. "Close," he said, speaking to himself, his voice a throaty whisper. "Wemust be very close now."Across from them, positioned some ten metres either side of the Gate,were two 
tunnels, their dark mouths hike the eye sockets in a skull.
Daniel limped across, every movement causing him pain, until he stood
at the 
mouth of the left-hand tunnel. Lifting his visor, he leaned forward
slightly,
sniffing the air.
Warm earth and engine oil.
For a moment he held himself perfectly still, listening. Then, without
a glance
at the Gate, he hobbled over to the other tunnel and, standing there,
half-crouched, sniffed the air again and listened.
There was a faint, yet distinct whirring sound.
Daniel turned his head, looking back at Ju Dun.
Down there, he mouthed, pointing with his good hand.
Back in the control room, Dublanc, seeing Daniel's gesture, looked to
DeVore. 
"Shall I seal it off?" 
DeVore shook his head. "No. Let him find out He ought to have that much
satisfaction." 
"But he might.. ."
"Destroy it?" DeVore laughed coldly. "Yes, but we can make another."
Yes, DeVore thought, returning his attention to the screen, but can we
make 
another Dame]?
Maybe Daniel was the one. Maybe - and it was a big maybe - this was
what,
unconsciously, he had been looking for.
If he could clone him, if he could somehow use those innate qualities
of 
Daniel's - qualities DeVore was certain he'd find encoded in the boy's
DNA -
then who knew what he might create?
It was a big if. But he had worked with less before now and succeeded.
And after 
all, it didn't hurt to try.
On the screen, Daniel reached out, steadying himself with his good hand
against
the curved edge of the tunnel's mouth. And then he stepped inside,
hobbling
slowly, awkwardly, his right arm hanging limp at his side, weaponless,
undaunted, moving down, away from the safety of the Gate.
Down, into the darkness at the heart of Eden. 

The tunnel dipped sharply, then levelled out again. Where it levelled,
three 
great circular holes had been cut into the ceiling.
Daniel stood beneath the first, looking straight up, nodding to
himself. Fans. 
Air extractor fans. That was the whining sound he'd heard.
Glancing at Ju Dun, he walked on. Beyond the fans the air grew warm -
uncomfortably so.
And then, suddenly, the tunnel ended. As Ju Dun stepped up alongside
him, Daniel
felt something scuttle over his boot He looked down, seeing nothing,
then looked 

up, hitting the pad on his chestIn the momentary glare of the light he saw it all.The cavern was huge, maybe five hundred metres to a side and fiftymetres in height. And against one wall, filling thatspace, its top edge crushed against the rock of the cavern's roof, waswhat looked like a massive spider, its corpse-white flesh palpitatingvisibly.Beside him Ju Dun let out a shivering breath. "Aiya ..."The floor of the cavern was alive. A million tiny spiders crawled andheaved,carrying eggs backward and forward.Fifty or more teats lined the side of that great monster, and even astheywatched, egg after egg was squeezed from those puckered apertures andswiftlycarried away.The light faded and died.Again Daniel hit the pad. Again the cavern lit up with a sudden,intense glare.It was a factory, a living factory. The end walls were pocked withholes. Tunnels, no doubt, that led to nurseries.Daniel bent down and picked up one of the tiny spiders. It struggledbetween his fingers, a small, blind thing no more than three centimetres long, atiny bluepupa clutched between its legs.He made to put the thing down, then noticed the marking on the egg.Bringing upthe magnification on his visor lenses, he studied it, then, with a tinyshudder,threw it from him. A face. The marking was a tiny face.He looked about him, noting how many different kinds of eggs the tinycreatures carried, then looked across once more at the bloated mother.Here it was, then. This ugliness. This meaninglessness at the centre ofeverything.Daniel held his hand to his chest, maintaining the light, staringacross at the corpse-pale monstrosity that filled the far side of the cavern.Was this the truth, then - this vision of blind process, this breederof nullities? Or was it really the aberration he felt it was?The floor heaved with tiny dark shapes carrying off the eggs. And oneach egg aface. The same face, endlessly duplicated. DeVore's ..."What do you want to do?"Daniel turned, surprised to find Ju Dun there. For a moment he hadcompletelyforgotten him."Do?" Ju Dun smiled. "I've one grenade and a dozen rounds. It might not beenough,but..." 
Daniel shook his head. He did not need to destroy it Seeing it wasenough. Andeven if he died now, at least he understood.This was how DeVore saw things. He had suspected as much, but now heknew. Knew beyond all doubt.Something buzzed over his head. A probe. Daniel stared at it a moment,then nodded to himself. Understanding was a seed. A seed to be carried from this place ofnullity andnurtured. A seed. To be tended and watered. He looked back at Ju Dun and smiled. "Okay. Lef s go." 
PART TWO - AUTUMN 2240 the Six secret teachings"The eye values clarity, the ear values sharpness, the mind valueswisdom. If you look with the eyes ofM Under Heaven, there is nothing you will notsee. If you listen with the ears of M. Under Heaven, there is nothing you willnot hear. If you think with the minds of All Under Heaven, there is nothing youwill not know." 
-Tai Kung, The Six Secret Teachings [llth century bc]"It is to be inferred that there exist countless dark bodies dose to the sun -such as we shall never see. This is, between ourselves, a parable; anda moral Psychologist reads the whole starry script only as a Parable and sign-languageby means of which many things can be kept secret."
-Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good And Evil 1886 
CHAPTER-4 blood and iron Egan sat far back in the great chair, his expression dour, thethumbnail of his right hand poked between his teeth as he thought back over what hadhappened.Below the broad steps of the dais on which he sat, the stone-flaggedfloor of the Great Hall of Victory was empty, the colourful banners that linedthe massive walls - tokens of a dozen victorious campaigns - obscured byheavyshadow. Hours earlier he had ordered all his servants to leave, thelamps in thehall still unlit, the day's business barely begun. Now the daylightslowlydrained from the great window behind him with its panoramic view of theocean. 
Five years. Was that all it was? A mere five years?Egan sighed heavily, then stood, looking about him at the growingshadows. Five years ago he had returned triumphant from the North-West, the tribes ofWashington and Oregon subdued, his treasure chests filled with theirtribute. To celebrate that triumph he had built this great castle, overlooking themodern high-rise city of Boston: a brutal place of ancient stone and metal, oftwistingstairs and high battlements, but also of high-tech trickery and stateof the art defences. Declaring himself "King of America", he had set out to subduethose other parts of his great continent that yet stood out against him.A mistake. He knew that now. The old Han had been right, curse him.Yet, at thetime ... Egan took a long breath, then slowly descended the steps. This morninghe had returned from the scene of his formertriumph, his tail between hislegs, hisarmies thoroughly humiliated, the whole of the Western seaboard lost tohim. Five years ..."Master?" He turned. A small wooden door had opened in the wall to his right.From its shadows now stepped a young man - a soldier; one of those who had madethe long,tiring journey back with him from the battlefield in Spokane. LikeEgan, he wasstill wearing the battle-soiled fatigues he had first put on four daysago."What is it, Alan?""It is your Chancellor, Master. He has been waiting to see you thispast hour.""Ah ..." For a moment he thought of sending the man away; of makingsome excuse about tiredness, but he knew it would not do. The lesser men would doas theywere told, but Harding was not to be put off. Besides, he had words forMister Harding; things he wanted to get off his chest. "Give me a moment tocomposemyself, then send him in. And Alan ...""Yes, Master?""Get some sleep now, lad. You, at least, can hold your head high."The young man bowed deeply. "Thank you, Master." Then he was gone, theGreat Hall empty again.Egan sighed, then walked over to where the first of the great bannershung. Thebanners of his enemies. Well, now three of his own banners hung inenemy halls.And how many more before this year dragged to a close?"How did it come to this?" he murmured. "How in God's name...?" 
"I beg pardon, Master?"Egan turned. Harding was standing there, at the foot of the steps, hiswine-red cloak of office trailing almost to the floor, his grey hair croppedclose to his skull. He must have entered the moment the young man left, yet Egan hadnot heard him. I must watch that, he thought; for with such stealth andsilence do assassins tread. BLOOD AND IRON He walked across and held out his right hand, letting Harding kneel andkiss the heavy iron ring on the second finger."And how are things, Mister Harding?"Harding straightened up, his grey eyes meeting his Master's. "Thingshere are well, Master. I came because I've heard disturbing rumours.""Rumours?" Harding hesitated, as if searching for the best way to couch what hewas about to say, then came out with it direct "Word is, our armies have suffereda setback and that our grasp in the West has been weakened."Egan smiled bleakly. He had never liked Harding; had never reallytrusted him. "The fact is, Mister Harding, our armies have been annihilated. TheWest is lost." Harding blinked, as if taking in what had been said, then laughed, asif Eganhad made a joke. "Oh, very dry, Master. Very droll."Egan stared at him. Didn't he know? Hadn't his spies told him yet? Ordid he -as was far more likely - know precisely what had happened? If so, washe here to gloat? To indulge in a little schadenfreude at Egan's expense?"There's nothing droll about it, Mister Harding. I'm talking about amillion men dead, four times that number taken prisoner. We have lost the West"Again Harding blinked; yet there was no real shock there, as one mighthave expected. "Then ..."Egan looked past the man, focusing on the great gold and black bannerthat hungover the facing arch. "You are my chief advisor, Mister Harding, soadvise me. Tell me what I should do." "Do?" "The gods help us!" He turned away, suddenly angry with the man; all ofthe frustration and disappointment he had been feeling these past twenty-four hours spilling from him. "Yes, Mister Harding. Advice?'"But what can I say?"Egan turned back, his face dark. "You could startbyapologising." 
Harding gave a laugh of disbelief. "Apologise? For what?""For counselling war against the Californians, when war was clearly notthe best of options."Harding shook his head, astonished. "But that was your decision!""Mine?" Egan laughed. "And my Counsellors said nothing, I take it? Whenthe matter was discussed, you did not rush to oppose such a course. Indeed,if I remember things correctly, you practically urged me to take action!""We but supported you.""Exactly!""I still don't see ..." "Don't seel" Egan walked back to the man and stood there, glaring athim openlynow. "That"s precisely what I meant. You didn't see. You didn'tanticipateevents. And now we're in the shit up to our necks!" He gave a greathuff of exasperation. "You were my principal advisors, damn it! You should haveknown what was going on out there, known just how strong they were. But youdidn't Or if you did ..."Harding's answer was immediate. He met Egan's anger with his own."That’s totally unfair! You knew everything we knew! Everythingl We heldnothing backWhatever intelligence we had, you were party to. If I had suspected fora moment..." "Suspected what?"Harding hesitated, and in that moment of hesitation Egan understood. Hehad known. In fact, come to think of it, Harding more than any of them hadpushedhim to declare war on the Californians. "Get out" Harding blinked. This time his shock was unfeigned. "What?"Egan pointed to the door from which Harding had come. "I said get out Ido not wish to see you here again. As of this moment you are stripped of yourrank!" Harding glared back at him a moment, then pulled the narrow band ofiron from the index finger of his right hand and threw it down. A moment laterthe wine-red cloak slippedfrom his shoulders and fell to the floor. Drawinghimself up straight, he gave a tight bow. "As you wish ... Master? Then,without another word, he turned and left the Hall. 
Egan was sitting back on the throne when his wife, Li Kuei Jen came tohim. They had not seen each other in three months and had barely spoken in allthat time,but now, sensing that something was wrong, Li Yuan's son - Egan's one­time lover, now his surgically-adapted wife, and mother of his threechildren -paused at the foot of the steps, then slowly mounted them, his long,feminine clothes whispering on the stone.Li Kuei Jen stood there a moment, facing his husband, studying him,noting theworry lines there on his brow which had once been so smooth, sohandsome, thenlay a hand gently on his neck. "Mark?"Egan did not look up. "Hello stranger."Li Kuei Jen bent down, looking into his face. "Are you alright7"Egan smiled wearily. "I think so. But things are bad, Jenny. We've lostthe West. And now I've alienated Harding.""Ah. I saw him leave. I wondered what had happened.""He betrayed me, Jenny.""Betrayed you?""Yes. He knew how strong the Californians were but never said. He urgedus to make war against them. I suspect he may even have been in league withthem." "Maybe so. And yet the decision was yours.""An informed decision, or so I thought But my information was incorrectWe were told they had four hundred thousand men at most, and those poorlyarmed. The truth ... well, we know the truth now.""Too late." "Oh, far too late." Egan took a long breath, then. "We must prepareourselves for trouble. When news of this gets out..."Li Kuei Jen reached out and held his shoulder tightly. "You mean to letthe people know?"Egan laughed forlornly. "You think we can conceal something as big asthis?""Oh,we must. For a short while, anyway. We need to buy ourselves time. Timeto regroup our forces. To bring troops back to the capital from the southand west." "But how?" "Call a meeting of the full Council straight away, and demand a fullmedia black-out." "But the satellites ..." "Jam the satellites. Shoot them down if you must. And lie. Give thepeople newsof great victories in the south.""But there are rumours ..." "Clamp down hard on the rumours. Use your secret police. Thaf s whatthey're 
for. Hold a great banquet to celebrate the victory. And as for Harding
..." 
"What of him?" 
"You must reinstate him." 
Egan stood, brushing his wife's hand aside angrily. "Never!"
"You must He's an important man."
"He's a traitor!" 
"Maybe so. But right now you need him, to help hold things together."
But Egan wasn't listening. His eyes flared with anger. 'Til make sure
he won't 
talk. I'll arrange an accident..."
Li Kuei Jen huffed impatiently. "For the gods' sake listen to me, Mark!
You need 
him. So go to him and apologise. Grovel if you must But get him back on
your
side." 
"I won't." 
"You must Don't you understand? With him at your back, you might just
survive 
this crisis. Without him ... well, I'd give us all a cat in hell's
chance!" 
Egan turned back, staring at his bride, then, letting his head fall, he
nodded. 
"Okay. But it won't be easy."
"I never said it would. Oh, and one last thing "
"Yes?" 
"You must bring my father home to Boston."
"Your father?" 
"Yes. If s time you had a proper advisor." 

BLOOD AND IRON 
Stirring on his silken bed, Li yuan opened his eyes and looked up at
the 
ornately-tiled ceiling overhead. The carriage was dark, the thick
blinds drawn 
against the desert daylight. The motion of the monorail was smooth and
soothing.
At times it almost seemed that they were not moving at all, but
floating, as in
a dream. He looked across. His once-wife, Fei Yen, was sleeping in her
chair,
propped up, her mouth wide open, her pale, lined face framed by bright
red 
pillows.
America. He was in exile in America, Land of a Thousand Wonders, as the
natives 
liked to call it A hard, cold-hearted land. A land without ghosts,
unless one 
counted the ghosts of the seven billion Han who had died here in the
aftermath 
of the City's collapse.
Suck is my fate, he thought; to be thirty thousand li from home and
three 
thousand light-years from my heart's content.
He let a sigh escape his lips, as quiet as an old man's final breath, 

then turned his head, staring once more at the ceiling.It was not really that he minded the Americans, it was just that theyhad no humility, no sense of their place in the greater scheme of things. Theywere like children, delighting in their smallest achievement, and crowinglike the farmyard rooster who had never heard of the Yellow Emperor who had oncesat on his golden throne at the very centre of the world.Children. Squabbling children. Maybe so, but they were now the bosseshere. And to be truthful, his own kind had been no better when they had been incharge.They had not ruled wisely, and this was the resultFour months now he'd been travelling, starting in the northern capital,Boston,and progressing down through the great cities of Providence,Bridgeport,Philadelphia, Baltimore and Washington, before moving on to the newenclaves of Charleston, Cincinnati and Louisville. From there he'd had taken themonorail south to the garrison at Nashville and on to the great urban sprawls ofBirmingham, Memphis and Little Rock, finally arriving in the southerncapital ofDallas three weeks back. Now he was heading south-west across the greatdesert of central Texas to the fortress-city of San Angelo.It was all his son­in-law Egan's idea: to get "the old man", as he called him, out from under hisfeet byorganising a tour. "It's time you saw something of this land," Egan hadsaid, asif seeing it would somehow satisfy, or at least abate, the dormant urgein Li Yuan to meddle in events. Not that I really blame him, Li Yuan thought, stirring restlessly onhis palletAfter aB., he has a great deal on his mind, trying to fight wars onthree separate fronts while satisfying att the various factions in his owncamp.Yes, he knew how that felt to face enemies wherever one turned. He evenfelt sorry for his son-in-law, up to a point. But beyond that?Li Yuan huffed with exasperation. Why wouldn't the boy listen just foronce? Whydid he insist on hearing only those who sang his own tune? Couldn't hesee what was going on?"Master?" The soft voice of his servant, Chang, came from beside the bed."It is all right, Chang," he said quietly, loathe to wake Fei Yen, lestshe begin with her whining and moaning. "I was merely thinking ..." 
Chang gave a small nod, then settled again, sleeping where he alwaysslept, onthe floor beside his Master's pallet, his legs tucked under him, like afolded marionette. Li Yuan let out another sigh. It was the fate of all once-great men, tobe taken from place to place and fed and watered like old horses that have beenput outto pasture. Yet he was not old. Far from it. He could still havecontributed a great deal. After all, who in the entire world had more experience ofgoverningthan he? But young Egan would not hear of it. He thought he knew itall, thatboy. As if he had invented history!His arrogance will be his downfall. And when he falls ...Li Yuan shivered, then rolled over, onto his side, trying to push thethoughtaside. For himself he did not fear death, but there were his sons, hisgrandchildren to think of. If they were to have a future, somethingneeded to be done, before Egan pissed it all away.You must come up with apian, LiYuan. You must find a way to make him listen.But that was easier contemplated than attained. Even his sons had beenshut out these past few months. Court life had made young Egan suspicious, even,perhaps,slightly paranoid. He listened now to no one but those who had beenwith him the longest - the old men from his Advisory Council, mainly, and a smallcoterie of six or eight young men who had been to the Academy with him. Sons, astheycalled themselves. Men who would as soon cut the throat of a Han as listen to one. Even so, there had to be a way to make Egan listen. If not...If not, the great chain vM be broken, and the graves of our ancestorstoft remain unswept.He understood now. It was not the loss of a world that mattered - of the poweror the territory - it was that loss of continuity, of peacefulsuccession,father to son, that was so vital. He knew now that they had been right,those grand old men - those T'ang - who had once ruled this world. One had tohold tight to the reins of government, or chaos followed.Yes, and now they lived in Chaos, like worms burrowing blindly in arotten apple.America. Li Yuan sighed, then closed his eyes again, letting the smoothmotion of the monorail soothe him as they sped south-west toward San Angelo and the border. I would as soon be in hett as in Americal 
"Horton? You've a visitor." Feng Horton, better known to his friends as "Meltdown", placed theweight backon the rests just behind and above his head, then sat up, reaching fora towel to wipe himself down. The gym was almost empty. Only Horton and hisbodyguardswere there. And Russ, of course. It was Russ who had brought themessage."A visitor?" Horton asked, towelling himself down, conscious of Russ'seyes onhis half-naked torso. "Who the fuck would want to see me this time of the day?""Guess," Russ said, his eyes never leaving Horton."Don't play fucking games," Morton said, pushing roughly past Russ, notcaringif the little man fell or not. "I ain't got time for fucking games.""If s Harding," Russ said, turning, rubbing at his arm where Horton'shand had made contact. Horton stopped dead, then turned, his eyes half-hooded. "You're kiddingme. Harding? Here?"Russ nodded. "Says he wants to talk. Private. Just you and him."Horton took four clear breaths, thinking about it Russ counted them,watchingthat hugely-muscled chest rise and fall and imagining the big man inbed with him. "Okay," he said finally. "But no tricks. And search the fucker, right?In fact,scan the fucker. If this is one of Egan's scams...""He's clean," Russ said, following Horton as he went through toward theshower. "I frisked him myself.""I'm sure you did," Horton said, sliding the changing-room door acrossbefore Russ could follow him inside. Russ turned, looking about him at the bodyguards; smiling at them,amused that they didn't return his smiles. At least two of them were gay. He knewthat for a fact But they wouldn't dare admit it openly, as if it might somehowdemean them. And Horton? Russ didn't know. Not yet But it would be fun finding out.And in the meantime there was this business with Harding. Now what the fuckcould Harding want from Horton?Whatever it was, it sure as hell wasn't a courtesy call. Something wasgoing on.Something big. 
Russ turned back, listening to the sound of the shower running insidethe changing-room and imagining the sight of Horton stood there, proud andnaked beneath it If I play things right, maybe I'll get to stand there with him one ofthese days.Russ smiled and surreptitiously slid his hand down over his swollenmanhood,giving himself a gentle squeeze. Now there's a thought. 
BLOOD AND IRON There was a soft rapping at the doorway to the carriage.Li Yuan sat up, then gestured to Chang who waited, head bowed and onhis knees,beside the bed. "Go to the door, Chang. See who it is."At once the servant did as he was bid. There was the creak of the door, a hurried exchange of whispers, then Chang returned."It is the young Captain, Qneh Hsia. He says we are approaching thecity of SanAngelo. He wonders if you would like to join him in the viewinggallery. He saysit is a sight not to be missed.""Ah..." Li Yuan stood and stretched. He had known even before Changwent to the door who it was and what they wanted, but it was easier not to let onthan to try to explain things to the dark-eyed Chang. "Tell him I'll come," hesaid,walking across and taking a gold-handled brush from the side. "And tellhim to wait. I'll only be a minute or two."He turned, facing the mirror."Shall I summon your maid, Chieh Hsia?" Chang asked, hovering in thebackground,his back bent like an old man, his head bobbing up and down as he spoke"No," Li Yuan said, an air of tiredness in his voice. "I have littleenough hairto brush these days and it would be a shame to wake her. Let her sleep.I shall have need of her later." Chang bowed, understanding, then hurried back and pulled the door openonce again. There was more low whispering and then the sharp click of heelsas the captain came to attention.Li Yuan drew the brush across his thin, prematurely grey hair,conscious of how narrow his face seemed, how his golden eyes seemed to shine inhumanlyin the olive flesh of his face. Now fifty, he had worn a beard these past fiveyears and but for those eyes might have closely resembled the head-and­shoulders portrait of his great-grandfather that had once hung in the Great Hallat Tongjiang.All gone, he thought wistfully. All of those wonderful, powerfulimages. Andwhen I die, my memories of them will also die."Chieh Hsia," Chang said,steppingto the side to give Li Yuan a clear view of the young captain standingthere waiting for him."Ah ... Captain Zelic. I must have slept longer than I thought.""Not at all, Chay Sha," Zelic answered with his faint drawl. "We madeup a lotof time. They opened the Abilene Crossing specially for us.""I see," Li Yuan said, amused by the man's attempts to pronounce hislanguage.Still, at least he did try. There had been one escort who had insistedon calling him plain "Mister Li"."And what is on the itinerary for tonight, Captain?""A banquet, Chay Sha," Zelic answered, bowing his head respectfully."A banquet Of course."Yes, and more inedible Hung Mao food, he thought. Never any attempt topreparesomething Han. Barbarians they were, even his son-in-law, thoughwithout Eganthey would have been nothing in this land. Simply a few more Chinks.And everyone knew what had happened to the "Chinks" after the collapse.They hadbeen eradicated, down to the last man, woman and child. To purify theland. And so the Great Wheel turns. Li Yuan sighed, then went out past Zelic, pleased by the youngCaptain's show ofrespect Though young, he was a fine soldier and ran his elite squad ofthirtymen like an old hand. "You would have made a good Han, Captain Zelic," he said, liking theyoung man."I beg pardon, Chay Sha?""Oh, nothing. Let us go. I am curious to see this city of yours."That much, at least, was true; for San Angelo was a fortress city - oneof nine that spanned the thousand mile frontier with old Mexico - and he hadheard much about them these past few years. Up until ten years ago there had beennothinghere. Nothing, that was, but desert and bleached bones.And so it would be once more unless the war with the eighteen states ofthe Southern Alliance was won. Not that heBLOOD AND IRON had any doubt that it would be won. It was merely a matter of time.Unless, ofcourse, those other wars - with California, and its ally Oregon, and with DeVore in Europe - bled America dry firstHe followed Zelic along a narrow corridor. Like the other threecarriages thatcomprised his mobile "Court", it had been decorated in the Han styleand smelled of incense. Past that, they came out into the part of the train thatwas not reserved for his entourage. The blinds were up and all was gleamingbright andthoroughly high-tech, the surfaces of shining polished steel andmoulded plastics in a style reminiscent of an earlier age when the greatAmerican Empire
-the 69 States as it had been known - had policed an ailing world.He winced as his eyes adjusted to the late afternoon sunlight pouringin throughthe windows, then gazed about him at these signs of the newtechnological age.And stiH the lesson isn't learned, he thought wryly. Or were empiresthemselves a necessity? A gathering-in of the human masses in a single moment ofconformitybefore new growth, new dispersion? He smiled. Once he would have beenunable to answer that, but now that his own empire had fallen, he had begun tosee thingswith a clearer eye.Guards snapped to attention as they passed through into a secondcarriage thenmounted the set of twisting steps that led up into the great blister ofthe viewing gallery.Here all was pure light and space. It was like being inside a giantlens,travelling fast above the ochre landscape. In the distance strange rockformations thrust up out of the desert floor, as if they were on Marsand not Chung Kuo.Earth, he reminded himself. They call it Earth these days. Yes, and howstrangethat was, to name a planet after its most common aspect Like calling acountryRain because it was wet and miserable. He walked over to the front edge of the oval blister and rested a handagainstthe thick plastic wall. The sun was low and to his right, a greatflattened ball of gold. Like an eye, he thought And there, some ten or twenty lidistant, waswhatlooked like a great glass bowl, upended on the earth, a cluster ofneedle-fine glass pinnacles jutting up from it. The stanchions of themonorail -each one like a huge version of the pictogram, Jen, meaning "man" -swept in agreat arc toward that glimmering, distant sight, while the rail itselfwas a thick, dark brush-stroke bisecting the landscape horizontally."Is that it?" he asked, sensing the young Captain just behind him."Thafs it, Chay Sha. Fortress San Angelo. Population four hundred andfiftyeight thousand, including the garrison.""Impressive," Li Yuan said, watching it slowly grow as the secondspassed. "Butwhat do they do for water?""There's a massive lake on the other side of it and a huge desalinationplant.""And food?" Zelic laughed softly. "Thafs the beauty of it Ifs all self-contained."Li Yuan turned, looking to him. "Self-contained?" "You'll see, ChaySha. But look ..." he pointed out to either side of the city itself. "You seethose things that look like studs coming out of the ground?"Li Yuan turned, narrowing his eyes, then nodded. "Ah, yes. Now what arethose?" "Guard towers. Every half-mile. They stretch from Odessa in the west toSan Antonio in the south-east" "I see. And they're meant to keep your friends from the SouthernAlliance out,neh?" "Thafs right, Chay Sha ...""In case they steal some of the sand you seem to have so much of, Ipresume."Zelic laughed. "There are plans, Chay Sha. Once funds are available,all of these lands will be opened up again for farming. Until then...""Until then you put up guard towers to protect the sand from yourneighbours,right?" "It is not quite so simple, Chay Sha." "No," Li Yuan said,relenting,deciding to bait the young man no more. "Nothing ever is."BLOOD AND IRON Li Yuan looked back. The fortress had grown considerably in the pasttwo minutes and he could now discern its details. It had to be five K wide at least and three, maybe four, li high. Twice as high as his own City had oncebeen. But compact And surrounding it was desert. Mile after mile of empty desertSelf-contained indeed. But he still could not see how it could possiblysustain a population of close-on half a million. The other cities he had seenhad had vast growing areas surrounding them, tended by robot farming machinery,but this had nothing.He frowned, then smoothed his beard thoughtfully. "How goes the war,CaptainZelic? Are you still winning?"Zelic smiled. It had been a standing joke between them these last sixweeks,ever since Zelic had joined their party at Wichita. Every evening therewas news of some great victory or other on the media, and yet the war neverended, theenemy was never finally defeated."You know how it is, Chay Sha," Zelic answered, conscious that hisevery wordwas monitored. "We are one against three. Our enemies seek to grind usdown." "But you are resilient," Li Yuan finished for him. "My cousin Wu Shihoften remarked upon it when he was still alive."Zelic bowed his head, embarrassed by that explicit reference to thepast, whenthe Han were Masters and the Americans their humble subjects. It wasnot often their conversation touched upon such matters, but when it did, as now,an area of awkwardness opened up between them.Li Yuan turned back. The fortress-city was now directly ahead of them,dominating the landscape, the dark rail running directly into it. Totheir left the chain of guard towers was now less than a It away, a line ofmassive concrete toadstools, their heavy armaments visible even from thisdistance. And beyond them a thousand li of desert"Are there many encroachments?""Encroachments?" Zelic stepped across, then, seeing where Li Yuan waspointing,said, "Ah, raids, you mean?" He shrugged. "To be honest with you, ChaySha, Idon't know. But I shall ask, if you wish."'It would be interesting toknow." "Then I shall find out for you. Incidentally, the Governor's name is..." "Rogers. Cal Rogers, neh?"Zelic smiled again. Fine teeth he had. Regular and white, like a well-bred horse. "You are well-briefed, Chay Sha.""There is little else to do, Captain. Unless one actually likes thesight ofsand and sky.""You are bored, Chay Sha?" Zelic asked, suddenly concerned.Caged, perhaps. Frustrated. Impotent, even, but bored? He laughedgood-humouredly. "No, Captain Zelic. I am not bored. As I say, I keepmyselfbusy, reading reports, watching your media channels, writing ..."Zelic, who had been looking down, now glanced up, a spark of genuineinterest in his eyes. "Writing, Chay Sha?"Li Yuan nodded. "I have begun a journal. A kind of... oh, what is theword for it?" "A history?""Yes. But a history of myself. An autobiography. I find it soothes me.""I see." "I don't think you do, Captain. But never mind. I suppose you barelyremember the world as it was." "I'm afraid I don't remember it at all, Chay Sha. I am only twenty-six,youunderstand." "Ah ..." Then Zelic had been bom two years after City America had fallen. Twoyears afterthe death of his cousin Wu Shih. Li Yuan sighed heavily. How could itall have gone so quickly? How could such power, such strength, dissolve sorapidly andfade to nothingness?It was a mystery. A mystery he strove to answer in his writing.Ahead of them the great fortress had grown to fill the sky. As theypassed intoits shadow the monorail began to brake, the slightest judder in theviewingcarriage reminding Li Yuan of where he was physically. For a moment hehad been back BLOOD AND IRON there, standing beside Wu Shih and Tsu Ma in Rio more than thirty yearsbefore,when he'd been Regent, talking and laughing; he and Tsu Ma standingthere studying a delicate lavender bowl and talking of ancient craftsmanship."Ingenious," he said softly as he took in the details of theapproaching city,noting how the great glass exoskeleton curved outward from its foot forthe first half li or so, until it stabilised and then curved inward. Thetinyblisters of robot gun-emplacements studded that great upward sweep atregularintervals. There were nine such fortresses, stretching from Laredo in the south,throughSan Antonio, San Angelo, Lubbock, Amar-illo, Las Vegas, Trinidad andPueblo, upto Denver. Beyond those, to the south and west, was the unclaimedwilderness. It was his son-in-law Egan's ambition to reclaim that territory andreunify thegreat North American continent, but things had not gone well for himthese pastfew years. The strain of isolating DeVore was telling.Like most aspiring Emperors, young Egan had been forced to face thefact that the more land one conquered, the more difficult it was to keep. Now hefaced enemies not merely in Europe and the North-West, but from the South andWest also. Indeed, the emergent power of New California was only one ofseveral potential challenges to Egan's reign, and considering the strain onEgan'sforces, one might have thought it politic to come to some agreement -
even,
perhaps, a treaty - with the Calif ornians, but Egan's response had
been to 
escalate the conflict 
But so it was. So it had always beea War, endless war. As if mankind
could not 
exist without it 
I am well out of it, he thought, watching as a great circle began to
form in the 
solid glass wall directly ahead of them, dagger-like shards slowly
folding
inward, like the petals of some strange Antarctic plant.
They swept in, following a steep curve around the inside of the city,
great
metallic stanchions flashing past them as they slowed to a halt
"We are here, Chay Sha," Zelic announced, somewhat superfluously."Yes.
And 
there's our welcoming party."
A small group of high-ranking soldiers and officials had gathered at
the edge of
an immense empty space that was more like a great hall than a platform.
They
waited uncomfortably, talking among themselves.
Seeing them, Li Yuan knew without being told that his visit here was no
occasion 
for popular celebration.
But then, who could really blame them? For more than two centuries his
kind -
the Han - had kept them down. Now that they ran things, why should they
treat 
their once-oppressors any better than they themselves had once been
treated? 
No. They would be polite because Egan had ordered them to be polite.
Beyond that
they would offer nothing.
"Well, Captain Zelic," he said, steeling himself, reminding himself
that,
despite all, he was still a Son of Heaven, "let us go and meet our
hosts. I 
would not wish to keep them waiting." 

"So what do you want?"
Harding sat forward, smiling. "I want to make a deal."
Horton laughed. "You know I'm taping this?"
"It doesn't matter. A time comes when a man has to take sides. That 
moment 
arrived this afternoon." 
"I don't understand ..." 
"We've lost the West" 
Horton sat back, shocked by the news. "But I thought..."
"You thought we were winning. Yes, and so did many. But that bastard
Egan has
pissed it all away. Three whole armies he's lost"
"And he blames you, neh?"
Harding blinked. "What have you heard?" 

"Nothing. I'm just guessing. What did he do? Shout and scream at you?"
Harding looked down. "He stripped me of my rank."
"So you're no longer Chancellor?"
"No." 
"So who ...?" 
"LiKueiJen."BLOOD AND IRON 
Horton laughed. "He wouldn't dare! Why, half his court
would abandon him!" 
"I'm told he made the appointment immediately I left." Horton's face
slowly
changed. "Li Kuei Jen? That half-man!" Harding leaned forward,
conspiratorially.
"Precisely. Now
about this deal..." 

"Captain Zelic?"
The young officer got up smartly from his chair and turned to face Li
Yuan,
surprised to find the Pang there in his room in the heart of the
soldiers' 
quarters. "Chay Sha?"
"Are you busy, Captain?"
"Busy? No, I..."
Zelic glanced at the open journal on the table beside him. It was a
large book
with a thick, dark leather cover. Beside it, a quill pen rested in an
ink pot
From the dark, wet look of the handwriting on the left-hand page, he
had 
interrupted Zelic in mid-flow. But what had he been writing? A report
for his 
superiors? His personal thoughts on events? Or was Zelic, perhaps, of a
literary
turn of mind? 
In another place and time he might have walked across the room and
looked, but
he knew better than to do so now. He was no longer in a position of
power.
Besides, he liked Zelic, and even if the man were reporting back his
observations, that was his duty and he could not be blamed for it
"You want something, Chay Sha?"
Li Yuan turned away, his golden eyes scanning the room, conscious of
its 
spartan, military feel. "I hoped you might show me around the fortress.
While 
we've time." 
"Of course." Zelic gave a single nod, then, turning to close the
journal, took
his tunic from the back of his chair and slipped it on. "What would you
like to 
see, Chay Sha? The trays?"
"We could begin there."
Zelic paused, alerted by something in Li Yuan's manner. "Chay Sha?'
"I thought we might go outside, perhaps, and visit one of the guard
posts. See 

the frontier." 
"But Chay Sha, it would be most.. ."
"Irregular?'
Zelic nodded, then, in a much quieter voice, added, "Besides, I don't
think we 
would get permission."
"And why is that?"
"They would say it was not safe, Chay Sha."
"And the real reason?" 
"Security."
"Ah ..." Li Yuan smiled. So his guess had been right. Something was
going on out
here "The trays, then," he said, standing back to let Zelic move past
him. 

Yin Han Ch'in was eating his evening meal when his half-brother called
on him at 
his modest quarters in the south of the tity. Sending his wife and
children into 
another room, Han rose from the table, then asked his Steward to send
his 
brother in. 
"Well, brother," he asked, as Kuei Jen stepped into the sparsely
decorated room,
"what brings you here so late in the day?"
Li Kuei Jen embraced his brother warmly. "The truth is, I need your
help, Han."
"My help?" Han Ch'in laughed "Have you debts, little brother?"
"Only one. And that is to my husband."
Han Ch'in made a sour face. "We owe him everything, neh? He's been so
generous,
after all. These quarters, for instance..."
"Forget that We are to move into the castle, as his guests."
"We?" Han Ch'in stared at him a moment, then, in a quieter voice: "What
has 
happened, Kuei Jen? Has there been an attempted coup?"
"No. But there might be, unless we intercede."
Han Ch'in laughed scornfully. "You think you and I can influence
events? No. If 
anything, our intercession would only make things worse. These
Americans hate 
us. They hate everything we stand for. Don't you understand that yet?"
"I understand full well, yet we must try. We know things you and L Oh,
and 
father, too. We know how to govern. How to ride the tiger. These things
were 
bred in us. Are in our blood." 
Han Ch'in sighed. "Things must be bad."BLOOD AND IRON
"Bad enough. A million men dead, four million prisoner."
"Gods! When?" 
"He returned from the battlefield earlier this afternoon. No one knows 
. . ." 
"Everyone knows. You can be sure of it How can you keep a thing like
that a 
secret?" 

"We can try. Egan has called a full meeting of his Advisory Council.They aresitting even as we speak. In the meantime he has called for a totalmedia blackout" "And you think they'll obey him?""He has given Colonel Chalker the job.""Ah ..." Han Ch'in nodded thoughtfully. Chalker had a reputation forruthlessness, and as newly-appointed head of Egan's Internal SecurityForce, hewas not known for his restraint in carrying out orders. "Then yourhusband means to fight""You thought he wouldn't?" Kuei Jen put out his hand and touched hisbrother's arm. "You thought him an excellent soldier once.""And a pig-headed, stubborn fool.""You were friends." Han Ch'in looked down. "Yes. But that is in the past The things he saidto me ..." "You must forgive him, Han.""Forgive him? What, and lose face? Never!"But Kuei Jen was insistent "You must. Think of your children, Han. Isyour faceworth their lives?" Han Ch'in met his eyes, his voice quiet now, subdued. "As ever you areright,little brother. You have an instinct for these things." He smiled, thenreached out to hold his brother's arm. "No doubt it is the woman in you ..."Kuei Jen looked back at his brother, smiling now, letting the immensepride hefelt show in his face. "Let me tell you clearly, Han. You would lose noface in my eyes. Besides, this is our chance to show these Hung Mao what we'remade of,neh?" "And what is that, Kuei Jen?""Blood and iron, elder brother. Blood and iron." 
CHAPTER-5 HOMECOMING Stepping down from the cruiser, Daniel looked about him, conscious ofhow familiar and yet how strange the Camp seemed after all this time.Massive black walls rose up on all four sides, great circular gatewaysset into the centre of each, their huge wooden doors studded with brutal metalbolts. The central yard was cobbled, two parallel lines of steel cutting directlyacross from the North Warren to the Outer Gate, while above all, six greatblockhouses 
-watch towers - loomed, dark and threatening. 
Daniel shivered. Three months. It wasn't long, and yet it had seemed aneternity.And what had they found out about him that they didn't know already?Nothing. Atleast, nothing worth knowing.De-briefing, they'd called itTorture was another word for it The long rectangle of the exercise yard was empty. Or almost so. TheCampCommandant, Schutz, stood not twenty metres away, between the railwaylines, twoof his senior guards lined up just behind him.So the bastard was still here, was he?Daniel smiled. That was one thing about de-briefing. If you survivedthat youcould survive anything, even another spell back here."Mussida!" the Commandant barked. "Fall in!" He fell in, legs apart, hands folded behind his back. After all, whatpoint wasthere in disobeying orders? One foughtHOMECOMINGwhen one had to fight, not over such stupid, petty things. But he couldsee how the Commandant thought even this a minor victory.Daniel smiled inwardly. Let him think what he wants. When it'simportant, helldiscover how things really are between us.He let himself be marched, quick-pace, across the cobbles, over themassive iron rails that cut across the yard, through a huge, circular doorway -"Camp Eickel:East Warren" on the noticeboard above the arch - and into the tunnel. And as the darkness closed about him, redolent with the smell of unwashed boys, sothe pastflooded back. Home, he thought Or as near home as he had ever known."So what did they do to you, Daniel? What did they do?'The voices were unending. Whispering voices in the darkness of the longdormitory, wanting to know, always to know, more and more, gloating -so it seemed - on the details of his ordeal. They tried to break me. They tried to crush my spirit. To destroywhatever it was they had created in me. But they failed. They couldn't break me.They couldonly kSl me.But they hadn't killed him, and now he was back. The oldest of themnow. A veteran of five tours. "Quiet now," he said, wanting only to sleep. "I'll tell you everythingin time." But they could not be quiet They wanted to know."There's a new boss," one of them said suddenly. "In the North Warren.A boynamed Raeto." "Oh?" Daniel had turned to face the wall, meaning to ignore them, butthis was interesting. "What’s he like?""A bastard!" And there was laughter at that To be a "boss" in the Camp, one had tobe a bastard. It went without saying. Only the biggest bastards became"bosses". It was why Daniel had never been a boss. Equally, he had never served aboss. After a while the bosses had known to leave him well alone. But a new boss might bedifferent. A new boss might have ideas."Is he strong? Cunning? Cruel?""All of those things," one of the boys - Tom, he thought it was -answered him from the darkness. "On his first day here he killed a boy. Strangledhim in the showers." "Yes, but he buggered him first!"There was some laughter at that, but it was uneasy laughter. Most thereknew what Daniel thought of such cruelty."And since then?" Daniel asked, turning to lay on his back"Ten, maybe twelve boys have been killed by him," Tom said, becomingthe spokesman for them all.It was not many, really, not when you thought how many boys died ofsimpleexhaustion, or malnutrition, or disease. Still . . ."And the Commandant does nothing?" he asked."Nothing," came the answer from a dozen or so throats."I see." There was silence, then, "Daniel?""Yes?" "We're glad you're back" 
"Ben? Ben, are you there?"Shepherd turned from his workbench, surprised. He'd thought himselfalone in the house. "Catherine?" He heard her footsteps on the narrow wooden steps. A moment later herhead popped round the door."I hope you don't mind. I'd heard..." Her face gave a little moue ofsympathy."Ifs true," he said, dropping the pen onto the page and straighteningup to faceher. "She's left me. Not before time I guess."Tin sorry. I guess it must have hurt."He shrugged, then went across and held her to him briefly, greetingher. As she moved back slightly, she smiled at him. "You know, it's reallynice to see you, Ben.""Yes?" He looked at her sceptically, his eyes searching hers. "Andhow's Sergeythese days?"HOMECOMING 
"Fine. But I hardly see him. He lives his own life."Sergey was her first husband. The father of her first child, Sasha. Benand he did not get on at all."So why are you here?""To see you."He looked past her. "No surprise guests this time?"She looked hurt "I thought...""What?" "I thought we might try again. You and L" She looked down. Her handsstill held his arms. Tve been thinking. Remembering things."He waited. After a moment her head came up and her eyes met his again,a question in them now."You want me to take you to the bedroom and fuck your brains out, isthat it?" She grinned. "It might be a start Ifs been ages.""Almost five years, to be exact"A little tremor went through her. "Well?"He stared at her a moment, then pulled her closer, his hands slidingdown her back until they rested on her buttocks, drawing her close in againsthim. "All right," he said. "But no games this time, Catherine. I take you back,you stay,right?"She smiled, then, placing her right hand about his neck drew himcloser, kissinghim deeply, passionately, while her left hand travelled down his chestuntil it lay upon his crotch.For an instant he tensed, as if some final barrier yet remained betweenthem,then, with a shudder, he gathered up the soft fabric of her dress andtuggeddown her briefs, his movements rough, brutal almost. Freeing himself,he pushedher back against the bench and entered her, thrusting up into her withsuch violence that she cried out But Catherine did not try to push him away. She clung to himdesperately,matching each thrust with her own, bringing her legs right up so thattheypressed against his chest as he fucked her, her eyes wide and wanton,the moaning sounds she made inflaming him, so that he came quickly,violently, hiswhole body going into spasm, as she too came with a great groan and ashudder.Later, snuggled up against him in the big double bed that hadbeen his parents' and his grandparents' before that, she wondered how she couldever have left him. But then, that had been the pattern of their relationship,and doubtlessly she would leave him again despite what he said about her 
staying for
good this time. He said it because he was hurting and in need. But when
Meg came
back ... 
When Meg comes back things witt change. As they always did. For she's
his wife. 
I know that now. 
It would hurt. She knew it would. But let tomorrow take care of itself. 
For now 
she was happy to be with him once again. However long it lasted. 

Commandant Schutz was angry. And when the Commandant was angry, someone
usually
got hurt He looked about him at the crowded duty-room, then brought his
fist 
down hard on the desk. 
"How dare they send him back! How dare they!"
The rumours had been circulating for weeks now. Rumours that had begun
to border 
upon legend. And now the central figure in that legend was suddenly
back here,
in Schutz's camp. The thought of what it might do to the carefully-
established 
status quo was clearly too much for Schutz.
The cramped room was packed. Every last one of his senior officers was
there, at
Schutz's bidding. Above the door a single screen seemed dark, as if
switched 
off, but if one looked hard, one might discern the sleeping figure of
the boy.
From where he stood by the wall, to the left of the Commandant,
Schutz's 
second-in-command, Raditz, glanced at his fellow officers, then quietly
asked: 
"What if he were to have an accident?" 
"An accident?" Schutz blinked, and looked up at him. "You mean, kill
the little 
bastard?" 
"In a manner of speaking ..."
Schutz snorted his derision. "And have the Man's agents crawling all
over the 
place? No. Start using your brain to think with, Raditz, not your arse!
If the 
Man sent him back into the 
Camps, the Man had a reason. Killing him's no answer. What we need is
to get him
transferred out of here. Personally, I don't give a fuck what happens
to the 
boy, I just don't want him here, as my problem!"
"Then maybe he could get sick. Real sick."
Schutz seemed to like that better. He actually smiled. "I like that But
how do 
we go about it?"
"Inject petroleum into his leg," one of the senior guards suggested.
Schutz laughed. "You want to try and hold him down while we do that, 

Sergeant?""I thought..." The Sergeant hesitated, then, "I thought maybe we couldget oneof the bosses to do it for us. You know..." "That1 s right," Raditz chipped in. "We could make it seem like it wasall justpart of our normal gang rivalry.""Excellent," Schutz said, watching his man. "Now you're thinking. Okay,work on it, Raditz. But make it quick. The last thing I want is a fucking heroin the camp."No, Raditz thought, still smarting from that earlier insult, the lastthing acock-sucker like you wants is to have a bright light shone on hispractices!"I'll get onto it straight away," he said, coming to attention andsaluting. "Infact, I'll wake that little arse-lick Raeto right now and tell himwe've a jobfor him!" "Good. Then go to it I want that little shit out of here before he'shad a chance to shake things up. Remember, we've worked hard to get thingsthe waythey are. I don't want any of that hard work ruined, you got me?""I got you," Raditz said."Then go. And Raditz?""Yes, Commandant""Make me a tape of it, huh?" 
They were woken at dawn and, after a cold shower and the briefest ofinspections, marched to the meal hall at double pace. Coming out of thetunnel into the brightness of the exercise yard, Daniel closed his eyes,lifting hisface to sniff the air. For three months he had been locked in a tiny cell, his only escape thedailywalk down the narrow corridor to another, bigger room where, beneathglaringlybright lights, they beat him or tortured him or found new games to playwith his head. He had almost enjoyed the last, if only for the relief it gave from thephysicalside of things.Daniel flicked his eyes open. He was near the front of the column ofmarchingboys. Up ahead was a pair of double doors. As they approached, thedoors swungback. Guards -their guns ostentatiously on display - flanked thedoorway, threeto each side. That, he knew, was not normal. That was for him, toremind him just who was in charge here.Inside the hangar-like hall, the stench of cooking hit him like a foulmiasma. Daniel made a face. "Nothing changes," he said, and there was laughterwhere before there would have been none. They were all watching him now. Taking their lead from him.He joined the queue, making no effort to push in as the other bossesdid,patiently waiting his turn to take a tray, a bowl, a spoon and a cup,joiningthe slow shuffle towards the serving hatch.They saw that, too, and whispered among themselves, surprised byDaniel's behaviour and wondering what it meant, for they were used to displaysof powerand privilege, and Daniel, surely, was a power now.Slowly the queue diminished as the boys were served and made their wayto the tables. Daniel was almost at the hatch when he heard a commotion at the door. He turned, seeing at once the source of the disturbance - a small butthick-set boy with a wide, lumpy head - heading straight for him, several"heavies" -their faces familiar from Daniel's previous stay in the Camp - in tow.Raeto, he thought, knowing it even before the whispers about himconfirmed his guess.Raeto stopped a metre from him, scowling at him, staring athim as if he were a steaming pile of shit and not another boy."They said you were bigger," he said, a sneer in his voice.HOMECOMINGDaniel stared at him, his face expressionless, taking in the coldblueness of Raeto's eyes, the strange, almost waxy, smoothness of his skin, thenturned away, facing the hatch again. Barely a second passed and then he wasbargedaside, as Raeto and his friends stepped in front of him.Usually they would have gone straight to the front of the queue andtaken what they wanted from the trays. But today was different Today they werekeen to make a pointDaniel stood there, unmoving and unmoved, staring at the backs of theirnecks,dispassionately studying the blemishes in the pale flesh - the scabsand pustules that were the result of an unhealthy diet At least his sessionin debriefing had had that going for it - they had fed him wellDaniel looked in at himself. His pulse had not changed. He was calm,his breathing normal. Inwardly he felt clear and still, like a cool, darkpool atthe bottom of a deep, deep well.Good, he thought, pleased that he had come this far. 
"You settling in, new boy?" Raeto asked, his back arrogantly turned."You got anice soft cushion for your head?"There was a moment's silence. Raeto's head turned the tiniest amount. "Maybe I come visit you," he said. "Maybe I come use your arse, eh?"You can certainly try, Daniel thought, but outwardly he gave no signthat he had even heard the other boy."Yes," Raeto said, with a great deal of unpleasant insinuation. "Ithink youmake a good cushion for my head!"There was laughter at that from his lieutenants, but Daniel could sensehow uneasy they were, having to stand there with their backs to him as thequeuewent down. It was clear they'd prefer to see what Daniel was up to. ButRaeto was keen to give his machismo full rein."Maybe I let you lick me, eh? You could be my cleaner. You got nicelong tongue,eh, boy?"At any other time that would have been a step too far, for there wereboys inthe camp - runts and weaklings - who would provide just that servicefor a boss: who would suck hiscock and lick his arse clean for him, too. But theinsult washed over Daniel. He looked out over the rows of tables, his gaze casual. You couldalmost feel the expectation in the hall. They wanted him to fight - to put downthis smuglittle shitball once and for all. But what was the point? It wouldchangenothing. Not while The Man was still in charge.He'd learned that. One could fight all the little shitballs in theuniverse -could put every last one of them in the morgue - and there would stillbe The Man. And one could not fight The Man.Raeto's head was almost half turned now. He wanted to see what Daniel was doing

-to see what expression was on his face - but pure machismo did notallow him to turn round. He had set up the rules of this encounter, but Danielhad not played by the rules.Seeing it, Daniel almost - almost - laughed.Insults. He knew a lot about insults these days. But an insult was notan insult unless it contained a grain of truth, and all in that hall knew thatRaeto had as much chance of getting Daniel to be his "cleaner" as Schutz had ofgettingThe Man to give him head."Whafs the matter, new boy?" Raeto said, the tiniest hint of 
desperation in his
voice. "Too scared to speak?"
Again the shot was wide. Daniel looked to the boy beside him. The young
lad -
who was eight or nine at most - was hunched into himself, fearing a
sudden 
explosion of activity at any moment.
Daniel smiled. "Hungry?" he asked.
The boy, afraid to make any comment, even the most innocuous, gave the
tiniest 
of nods. 
"Me, too," Daniel said, for all the world as if Raeto and his henchmen
weren't 
there. "A few spoonfuls of camp food and I'll be feeling like my old
self 
again."
Raeto had stiffened, listening, trying to make out whether there was an
insult 
in the words. Then, his impatience finally too much for him, he turned,
facing
Daniel again.
"You arrogant sack of shit!"Daniel looked to him, his expression bland.
"If you
say so."
Raeto laughed, as if he'd finally scored a hit; but then his eyes
narrowed. "If 
I say so? Are you challenging my word?"
"I wouldn't dream of it," Daniel said urbanely. "You seem to know how
things
are." 
Raeto had begun to nod, but again he caught himself and frowned. Was
Daniel 
taking the piss? He tilted his head slightly, his eyes almost closed as
he spoke
again. His whole body was aching for a fight But first there was this
ritual to 
be gone through.
"You'll suck my cock, then?"
"And lick your arse? Sure ..."
But there was the faintest smile on Daniel's face now. 
Raeto tensed. Behind him his little crew of thugs bristled, ready for
action. 
"Tonight," Daniel said nonchalantly. "In your rooms. Oh, and Raeto ...
make sure 
ifs nice and dirty for me, eh?" 

There was a long silence at the table after Raeto and his boys had
gone.
Finally, Tom looked up from his bowl and spoke.
"Are you really going to go there, Daniel?"
Daniel stopped spooning up his soup and looked back at the boy. "Sure."
"And are you really ... you know?"
But Daniel didn't answer. Daniel looked back at his bowl and began to
spoon up
the foul, thin liquid once more, while round the table the boys looked 

on with troubled eyes. 
Ben brought her breakfast in bed, on a tray, with tea in the finestchina and a single red rose in a tiny glass vase.Lonely, she thought, looking at him as he sat on the edge of the bed,lookingout through the open casement window. Who'd have thought you would belonely?But so he was. She tucked in, eating with an appetite she had forgotten she possessed.Ifs the air here, she reminded herself. It always does this to me.And Ben, too. He had always known how to excite her, more than anyother man. Even Dogo. And Dogo had been a warrior.Of all her husbands and lovers, Ben had always been the strangest Noman had ever come so close to her, no, nor remained so far apart. Split, hewas. As if he were two men, not one. There was this gentle, kindly man. And thenthere was the other - the violent psychopath with the camera eyes and the abilityto mimic anything and everything.No man could be more cruel. No, not even DeVore when it came down toit, andthat was saying a great deal indeed. Strange, then, that they hadbecome allies these past few months."Ben?" He turned, looking at her, a faint smile on his lips. "Yes?""Why did Meg leave?"He stared at her a moment, then stood and, turning away from her,walked out of the room. She heard his footsteps clumping heavily down the spiralsteps, thenhe was gone.Setting the tray aside, she got up and went over to the window.Ben was outside in the morning sunlight, striding down the long garden,headingfor the fields beside the bay."Wrong question," she said quietly, annoyed with herself -with thatdamned curiosity of hers. "Wrong sodding question." 
Ben returned two hours later, his hair slicked back."Ben? Are you all right?"He nodded. "I went swimming. Down in the cove. I..." He sat down on theother side of the table to her, facing her. "I'm sorry. Ifs hard, you know. Ididn't think anything in life would be hard, but living without her is... 
well,
impossible. I didn't think I needed anyone, but I do. She's my twin,
Catherine. 
My soul. Without her ..."
It was not what she wanted to hear, but she could not help but listen.
"She left," he said, looking down, "because of DeVore."
"Because you agreed to work with him, you mean?"
HOMECOMING 
"Yes." 
"Then ..." 
"Then whafi" He met her eyes, defiant now. "I cannot limit myself,
Catherine. 
Not the way she wanted me to limit myself."
"And yet you cannot live without her."
"No." 
"Then you must choose."
He shook his head. "It isn't that easy."
"Only because you won't make it so."
"No!" He stood, real anger in his face. "It isn't easy because I don't
have a 
choice! Can't you see that, Catherine? This is how I am, how I was
made! God 
help me, I wish it were otherwise, but it isn't!"
She stared at Ben, astonished. He was usually so controlled, so
absolutely
lacking in emotion. To see him otherwise was a real shock.
And then she understood. 
Meg. It's Meg who channels that, and without her ...
It was a revelation. She had always seen Meg as a mother-substitute -
as cook 
and mender, elder sister and lover. But she was more than that Much 
more. 
But then she should have known, for when Ben used words he did not use
them 
flippantly as others did. My soul, he'd said. And truly that was so.
Without her 
he was an empty shell. A nothingness. No wonder he was half insane.
"Where is she?" 
"What?" Ben stared at her, half distracted it seemed.
"Meg. Where has she gone?"
He gave a little shrug. "I don't...
"You don't know?" Then, noting something odd in his manner, she
understood. "You 
do know. You know precisely where she is, don't you?" 

DeVore stood at the sink, naked, washing the blood from his hands.
Behind him, his head lolling forward, his arms hanging limp at his
sides, the
boy's eyes stared out into the great nothingnessas he swung on the
wire. His 
flesh was pallid, bloodless. Beneath him a drain was set into the tiled
floor of 
the cell, the black metal grid almost blocked by congealed blood.
In the far corner of the cell, in shadow now, rested the saddle, a
duplicate of 

that which Shepherd now owned, its smooth black and white seat smearedin the blood and faeces of the boy.DeVore pulled the towel down from the rack on the wall then turned. Hispeniswas still hard, almost painfully erect, and for a moment he thought ofcuttingthe boy down and playing the game again. But there was little enjoymentwhere there was no pain, no crying out for mercy.He smiled and went across, taking the boy's limp arm and pulling himround, thenlet go.The body swung back and forth, imitating life.He studied the boy a moment, as calmly and dispassionately as one mightstudythe carcass of an animal, hanging in the window of a butcher's shop,then he nodded to himself and walked across to get his gown from the peg.Stepping stones, they were, all of them. Bridges to be burned, like allthe other bridges to his past For his element was the future.Soon now, he thought, renewing the promise to himself. Very soon and hewould have done with all this. With men and their petty concerns. For thisgame wasalmost at an end. A new game called him. A bigger, better game, playedwith galaxies and whole new species of adversary.Challenges. He needed challenges.Yes, he thought, and I need to get rid of tins damn erection!He strode to the door and, pulling it open, gestured to one of theguards to goand clear up. Then, knowing he would not be able to settle to his workuntil he was purged of the sickness in his blood, he began to run. It was timehe had the woman again. Time to give it to her up the arse. 
Raeto stood as Daniel came into the room, dearly surprised. He hadthought hewould have to send his men to get Daniel - to drag him kicking andscreaming tohis fate. HOMECOMING "You wanted me?" Daniel said, looking to Raeto only, as if there wereno others seated about that tiny cell.Raeto looked past him. Boys crowded the corridor outside, looking on,but theywere fas boys, Raeto's boys. Daniel was alone, unarmed.Glancing at his chief enforcer, Raeto came across the room until hestood face to face with Daniel. He was smaller than Daniel, but much broader atthe shoulder. And besides, size didn't count much, so he'd discovered. Itwas all a matter of will. The needle was prepared. It waited in the back room. When he was readytheywould use it on Daniel, like Schutz wanted. But only when he was donewith him. Raeto studied Daniel a moment, trying to see if there was anythingthere in his eyes he should be warned of, but Daniel seemed passive, utterlycompliantMaybe they beat it out of Mm, Raeto thought, surprised that it had beenthis easy. They say they can destroy the very spirit of a man in there."I had a good shit," Raeto said, smiling up into Daniel's face. "A nicemessyone." There was unpleasant laughter within the room. Outside, in thecorridor, a lowmurmur ran through the watching boys.Daniel had his hands at his sides, palms open. He seemed relaxed. "Youwant to show me?" There was a flicker of uncertainty in Raeto's eyes, and then he smiledagain.This was his room. If Daniel tried anything, his boys would sort thefucker out. Unfastening the cord at his waist, he let his trousers fall, thenturned. The stench of stale faeces wafted up at Daniel."You kept your promise, I see," Daniel said, his eyes taking in thesight "Nowlet me keep mine ..."The movement was too quick for the watching boys. One moment Raeto wasstanding,grinning broadly at the thought of his triumph, the next he was lyingface down on the cell floor, dead.There had been a resounding snap.Daniel was crouched now, facing theother boys,in the crane stance, his hands raised and tensed, ready to strike.There was a long, low noise of breaking wind from the corpse, but noone laughed. Slowly Daniel backed towards the door. And still no one moved.Now that Raeto was dead, they had no reason to fight Daniel.As Daniel stepped out into the corridor, the crowd gave way before him,lettinghim pass, boys touching his arms and back lightly, as if to win goodfortune from the touch. Daniel had seen to him. Daniel had killed the little bastard. But Daniel himself felt nothing. Nothing but a sense of utter waste. 
Catherine paused by the gate, pulling her cloak tighter about her. 
There was a cold wind blowing from the sea. The sky was grey and overcastSo bleak a place, she thought, staring at the small clifftop cottage,and wondering why Meg should have chosen here of all places to run to. Itwas not even as if it was pretty - at least, not in the way Landscott waspretty. Thegrey slate roof was discoloured by orange lichen and the grey stonewalls were bare, unpainted.The wood of the gate was weather-worn and cracked, the stone path thatled up tothe front door covered in weeds that had poked up from beneath theearth. So desolate, it seemed. Unexpectedly so.She looked up at the two small quarter-pane windows that sat above thedoor, toeither side of it, but there was no sign of life. The curtains weredrawn, as ifthe house slept.For a moment she was tempted to leave it - to turn about and go home.Then,steeling herself, knowing that it was important, she pushed the gateaside and hurried up the path.She lifted the old brass knocker and let it fall. The sound seemed hollow, thesilence from inside the house profound.What if she's not here? The wind whistled tunelessly through the porch, the sound of breakingwaves justaudible above it And over everythingthe call of gulls, their echoing cries sending a tiny shiver up herspine.Such a plaintive sound, she thought, turning to watch one climb the skyabove the cliff, seeing how it struggled against the wind, its frail wingsbending andturning in the changing air currents.The sudden scent of woodsmoke broke into her reverie. "Catherine?" She had not heard the door open. Meg stood just inside the narrowhallway, inshadow. Beyond the hallway was a galley kitchen. Through its open doorCatherine glimpsed a fire burning in a tiny grate."Meg...""You'd better come in." She stepped inside, then followed Meg through, into the tiny kitchen,taking theseat Meg offered her.All was orderly, she noted. All spick and span and organised. Not likeher own apartment. She looked up at Meg, noting how the other woman waswatching her,and smiled. But Meg seemed hostile. Her face was set, unsmiling. 
"How did you find me?"
«T » 
Meg leaned towards her, strangely aggressive. "Even Ben doesn't know
where I 
am." 
Catherine laughed. "Of course he does. He watches you."
"Watches ..." Meg stood up abruptly and went to the window, throwing it
open,
her eyes searching for something. There was a moment's tension in her
and then 
she seemed to slump, as if defeated. Her head fell forward, her chest
rising and
falling agitatedly. Then she turned, looking back at Catherine, angry
now. 
"He has no right!"
"Maybe not, but..."
"Tell him to leave me alone. Hasn't he done enough already?"
"He needs you, Meg."
Meg shuddered, a fire of indignation burning in her. "No. Let some
other poor
bitch cook his meals and keep his bed warm. I did it long enough."'1
didn't mean 
that" 
'Then what do you mean?"
"I mean ..." Catherine closed her eyes momentarily. "It's like there's
only half
of him there." 
'The self-indulgent, selfish half, you mean?"
Catherine hesitated, then nodded.
"So whafs new?" 
Catherine blinked, surprised by Meg's harshness. She had expected
something
other than this. "He hurt you, didn't he?"
"Thaf s not the point. He always hurt me. Always. If s hurting others I
won't 
put up with. When he started working with that man ..."
"DeVore?" 
Meg nodded.
"He won't stop, you know. Even if it kills him. He won't be told what
to do. Not 
by you or anybody."
"I know." 
"But if you love him ..."
Meg exploded. "What in God's name has that to do with anything!"
Catherine looked down, then put out her hands towards the fire's
warmth. '1 just
thought you might be a check on Ben. A brake against the excesses of
his 
nature." 
Meg was silent. The crackle of the fire and the wind from outside - for
a moment 
these were the only noises in the world. Then she sighed.
"I can't help you, Catherine. I can't"
"But he needs you."
"Maybe so, but he made his bed, now he must lie in it"
"And that1 s your final word?"
Meg looked up, staring directly at the distant camera eye "Thaf s my 

final word." 
"Whafs the matter, Daniel? Don't you want to run things here? Don't youwant to be a boss?" The voice came out of the darkness of the dormitory."Go to sleep, Tom."HOMECOMING "Don't you?" another voice said, taking up the question. "Things wouldbe better here if you did.""Yes," someone else said, "things would be different if you were boss."Daniel sighed inwardly. If he had thought they would leave him alone,he had been wrong. He had tried to avoid trouble -to live a quiet life - buttheywouldn't let him. He was a hero now, and every little prick andcocksucker wanted either to raise him up or pull him down."Let me sleep," he said, but he knew they would not leave him be untilthey hadan answer. They were all too excited. Word of what he'd done to Raetohad gonearound the camp in minutes. The boys had talked of nothing else allevening.Schutz, it was said, was livid.He would not, perhaps, have minded so much, had he not known now justhow diseased it all was. Yes, and he knew now who that came from.He makes us in his image."Daniel?" "Yes?" "Why won't you be boss?"He hesitated, then, knowing that they would not be satisfied until hehad explained it to them, turned and sat up."Tom, get a light I need to talk to you."Candles were brought and lit In their faint, flickering glow, theygatheredabout Daniel. A hundred, maybe two hundred boys in all. Orphans, everylast one of them, taken from the streets by The Man and brought here to thecamp.Daniel took a long breath, then, looking about him, began. "Listen tome carefully. Things are not as you think they are. If s all anexperiment...""An experiment?" Tom asked, his blue eyes staring moistly up at Danielin the candle-light."Yes. An experiment in enhanced evolution." He raised a hand to fendoff questions. "I know you don't have a clue what I'm talking about.Evolution. If s a word from before the Time of Cities. They told me. In the cells.They...showed me what was happening. You see, if s make-or-break time, and notjustinEden. The whole of mankind is being tested - broken on the wheel. AndThe Man ..." Daniel shivered, remembering suddenly his one and only meeting with TheMan. "The Man is using us."He could see from the blank stares they were giving him that theydidn't understand. "Using us?" Tom asked.Daniel looked down. How, in a word or two, could he express the depthof cynicism he had sensed, the unfathomed malice he had glimpsed in TheMan's dark eyes? How could he possible articulate in words that would bring italive to their imaginations, just how vile The Man's great scheme for them was?Using. That was all The Man was capable of. Not sharing or giving orenhancing -not in any sense other than in making a weapon better - but using. Thesame wayRaeto would have used him. Cleaners. The Man was making them all into a race of "cleaners" - oflittle arse-lickers and cock-suckers. Using them. Debasing them in the name oftestingthem. Humiliating them. Making their lives living hells.Daniel stared out at the sea of expectant faces, then shrugged. "Okay,"he said. "If that1 s what you want, I'll be boss here. But on my terms, right?""Righff" came the resounding answer as several hundred faces broke intoa singlebeaming smile 
"Commander Horacek!" Schutz said, beginning to get up out of his seat,shocked to see his Commanding Officer there in the doorway of his office. "IfI'd known you were coming ...""You'd have shat yourself."Horacek looked about him disdainfully, his black and melted faceregisteringdisgust. "I hear you've had an unfortunate incident."Schutz swallowed. Who'd told him? Who, among his officers, was thelittle sneak? Or were they all in Horacek's pay?"I was just making the report," Schutz began, gesturing vaguely at thepapers onhis desk "You should have called me, at once."Schutz bowed his head. "Yes, sir." 
"Is the boy all right?"
"The boy?"
"Mussida. Did any harm come to him?"
Schutz blinked. Just how much did Horacek know? "No, I ..."
"Were you behind it, Schutz?"
Schutz glanced up. His senior staff were behind Horacek, filling the
corridor 
outside, witnessing his humiliation.
"No, sir."
"I think you were behind it I think you thought to yourself that if
Mussida had 
an accident then maybe he'd be moved out of here and then he'd no
longer be your
responsibility, that"s what 7 think."
Someone had told him. Told him everything. Raditz, perhaps. Indeed, now
that he 
thought of it, Raditz had probably set him up.
"No, sir," he said, knowing that he had no choice now but to bluff it
out. 
"No?" Horacek sat down on the edge of the desk. The very proximity of
him made 
Schutz's flesh creep. Horacek was like something that had crawled out
of an 
oven. "Are you sure about that, Commandant?"
Was this a test of some kind? Did Horacek have a tape of that earlier
meeting?
Schutz weighed things up, then shrugged.
"I may have... I don't know ... suggested my feelings on the matter.
But I gave
no order. Mussida was in my charge. He was my responsibility."
"Precisely."
Schutz felt himself squirm under Horacek's direct gaze.
"Do you realise what care The Man has put into raising the boy?"
Schutz kept his thoughts on that to himself. If caring was trying to
have the 
boy killed five times, then The Man cared hugely for the boy."Yes,
sir." 
"Then I'd say that, at the very least, you have been ... negligent,
Schutz." 
The word was like a slap. No, it was worse than that - it was like a
cold hand 
closing over his exposed testicles. Schutz felt suddenly very very
vulnerable. 
Horacek was so utterly unpredictable.
"Well?" Horacek prompted.
If he said no, that would be a contradiction of Horacek, and Horacek
would not 
like it But if he said yes, it would be an admission of his negligence,
and 
neither Horacek or The Man liked any failings in their inferiors.
It was a classic no-win situation. 
Schutz chose what he thought was the least bad of his options.
"No, sir."
Horacek's silence was awful. He got up and came around the desk, until
he stood 
at Schutz's shoulder. Schutz could feel his breath on his neck - could 
smell the 

foul odour of its corruption.(IT IIHoracek's right hand clamped about his throat, choking off the word. Aninstant later, Horacek's left hand joined it, the two hands attacking Schutz'swindpipewith the ferocity of two wild animals.Schutz's arms went out, feebly trying to reach behind him, a strangesound somewhere between a wheeze and a howl of pain escaping his grimacingmouth. His eyes bulged - literally bulged - in his face and his whole head seemedto go astrange, bruised colour. And still Horacek squeezed.In the doorway, Schutz's staff looked on, both fascinated and horrifiedby thesight And as Schutz fell lifeless to the floor, a collective shudderwent through them, as if they had all just orgasmed at once.Horacek looked across, businesslike again."Raditz, you're in charge now."Raditz snapped to attention. "Sir!""And Raditz?" "Sir?" "Remember what you've seen, neh?" 
There was meat in the soup the next day, little chunks of itDaniel took a spoonful of the steaming broth, then spat it out pushingthe bowl away abruptly. At once everyone at the long table stopped eating andstared at Daniel. "Out," he said, distractedly, as if talking to himself. "We've got toget outonto the streets. We've got to see whaf s going on.""They won't let you," one of the older boys said."No?" Daniel said, meeting the boy's eyes defiantly, forcing him tolook away."Then Raditz can tell me that to my face, can't he?"He stood, looking about him. "Who's coming with me?"At that many looked down, not wishing to meet his eyes, yet Tom andseveral others - the older boy among them - got to their feet"Well?" Daniel asked, turning to look about the dining hall. "Anyoneelse? Or are you all shit-scared?"Slowly, one by one, they got to their feet, until every last boy in thedininghall was standing.There were no guards - the boys guarded themselves at meal-times - yetsomeone in the kitchens, seeing what was happening, pushed through the backdoor and hurried off, meaning to warn Raditz.Thus it was that as Daniel and the boys approached the main Guard 
House, Raditz
and his men stepped out They were armed with automatic rifles.
Daniel ignored the guns and walked straight up to Raditz. "Things have
got to
change."
Raditz laughed. "Says who?"
Daniel narrowed his eyes. "You can listen or you can fight But if you
fight
you'll lose. And then you'll all be dead. So whaf s the point?"
Raditz blinked. He had not expected Daniel to threaten him directly.
This was a 
new Daniel, one he hadn't come across before."Okay," he said. "Talk."
"You've got to let us go outside."
"Outside?" Raditz shook his head. "The Man won't allow it." 
"Ask him. Ask Horacek to ask him." 
"But why?"
"Because it's time we did the job we were trained for."
This amused Raditz. He hadn't known they were training them for
anything -
unless it was as test-fodder for the new-generation mechanoids. Their
job was to
dig holes and cut rock, that was all.
"And what"s that?" he asked, amused now.
"To patrol his City. To be his shock-guards when the time comes."
"He's got guards."
"Not like us." 
That's true, Raditz mused. Even the most corrupt of The Man's guards
weren't as 
corrupt as these boys.
Yes, but it was still strange that Daniel should be the one to make
this 
request. Unless he had really changed. And who knew what was possible?
He, for
one, had not expected to see Daniel come out of de-briefing alive.
"Patrols?" 
"Thafs right," Daniel said. "Six to a patrol. Eight hours, then back
inside." 
"And what1 s to make you come back?"
"These," Daniel said, tapping the back of his head where the wire was.
"Oh,
don't try and deny it, Raditz. I know whaf s in there. I've seen it
dozens of 
times." 
Yes, Raditz thought I bet you have.
And in his mind he had the picture of a head, the skull half shot away,
the 
silver threads of the implanted wire showing clearly against the grey
of the 
brain matter. 
"Okay," he said, 'Til ask."
"Good," Daniel said. "And while you're at it, Raditz, you can tell your
cook 
something for me."
"Oh, whaf s that?"
"Tell him Commandant Schutz tastes like shit" 

DeVore was amused. "Patrols?" "Yes, sir. He claims they'd do it betterthan our guards." "And so they would. But do we want them to?" Horacek shrugged."I don't see what harm it would do. Maybe it would even keep some of those golden-eyed cunts inline." "Have they been troubling you, then, Horacek?" "No, sir. But they giveme the fucking shivers." "Oh?" DeVore turned, intrigued. "I wouldn't havethoughtanything gave you the shivers, Josef." "Oh, they don't scare me, ifthat"s what you mean. It's justsomething about them. They seem to know all the time when we'regoing to act, and where. If s like someone's tipping them off." "Thenin all likelihood someone has been tipping them off.Purge your staff, Josef." "I've done it" Yes, DeVore thought, lookingat the odious little specimen.In fact, it's a wonder anyone wOL come near you, let alone workwith you. But there's always a willing supply of lunatics, ready toserve a monster like you. Thank the heavens. DeVore smiled. "Okay. LetMussida have his way. Besides, itmight be interesting, don't you think?" "And if they get out of line,sir?" "Then you'll blow their fucking little heads off, right?" Horacekgrinned like agargoyle made of tar. "Right, sir!" "Good. Now fuck off out of here.Fve work to do." 
The woman lay where he had left her, tied to the bed, blood smearedover her naked buttocks. "There you are," he said, smiling tenderly, then sitting on the bedbeside her,stroking her neck and shoulders."Who was it?" she asked, turning to look up at him, her face strikinglybeautiful. The face of a much younger Emily Ascher."That little gargoyle, Horacek. He wanted to know if his boys couldplay gamesoutside their camps.""And you said yes.""Why not? After all, if s all a distraction. What does it matter whatthey do?"He paused, then, "Does it hurt, still?""A little." DeVore nodded. He had been, perhaps, too brutal last time. But the needhad been so bad, the desire to hurt her so great, that he had not been able tostop 
himself. 
Worrying, he thought. To lose control like that... I must get a better
grip on
myself.
Yes, or next time he'd end up killing her, as he had the boy.
He smiled. Maybe he would give Daniel a tape of that, if he stepped out
of line. 
Let him know what had happened to his little friend, Ju Dun.
And what might yet happen to him, if he got too cocky.
For now he would indulge the boy. Build him. Maybe even set him up as a
rival to 
Horacek. 
Yes ... he could see that working beautifully.
But in the meantime ... 
"Howard?" 
"Yes," he answered, his hand pausing where it had been caressing the
small of 
her back. 
"Would you let me have some of your boys... to play with sometime?"
He smiled, his fingers drifting lower, caressing her buttocks, then
slipping
down into the gap between. "What kind of games have you in mind?"
And as he said the word "games" he pushed his finger deep into her,
making her
gasp with pain. A shudder passed through her whole body.
"Just games, Howard," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "Just
something to
amuse me while you're gone."
Wiping his bloodied finger down her back, he drew the letter D, then
smiled. 
"Okay. But I want to see what you do, all right'"'
"Okay."
"And Em. I can't let them live, you know. Not afterwards. You
understand that?" 
She turned her head again, looking up at him over her naked shoulder,
and 
smiled. "I understand." 

She found him in his room, his back to the doorway, painting.
"Ifs for you," he said, knowing she was there.
Meg stepped closer, looking over his shoulder at the canvas. It was a
familiar 
scene - the rose garden at sunset, the cottage in the background bathed
in 
golden light - but the picture seemed strange and threatening, for in
the 
foreground, dominating the canvas, was a bee, a massive, beautifully-
detailed 
bee, its gold-black shape framed by the blood-red mouth of an open
flower. 
She felt a ripple of apprehension pass through her. Catherine was
right. He had
changed. And not for the better. This painting had the air of rape.
"For me?" she asked. 
He looked back at her, a slight edge of challenge in his eyes. "Why? 

Don't youwant it?" "No. I... don't like it" He looked back at the painting, then set his brush down. "No, I guessyouwouldn't" She moved away from him, going over to the window. Outside the sun waslow above the hills. Darkness filled the bowl of the bay while directly belowher, stillin sunlight, was the rose garden - the very scene he had painted - butanodyne,innocent, without his curious take on it"I knew you'd come back.""Did you?" If so, it was more than she had known. She had begun tothink she would never return. "I... missed you."Did you? But this time she was silent"Meg?"She turned. He was watching her. Of course he was. He never stoppedwatchingher. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe that was why she had neededto getaway."Meg?""Not now, Ben," she said, a tiredness in her voice. "Not now." 
CHAPTER-6 siege mentalityLi Yuan stepped back from the rail and looked across at Zelic. "Iwondered how they managed to feed so many. Now I know."The platform they were on was slowly descending. As it did, level afterlevel came into view, like a series of massive baking trays in a giant'soven, onlythese "trays" were filled with soil to form huge fields, three K to aside, inwhich were planted wheat and maize and rice. Huge arrays of lamps setinto the underside of each level gave artificial sunlight to the plants below,while special channels moulded into the trays provided irrigation. Workerscould be glimpsed out in those massive fields; long lines of them, their backsbent,their heads protected by straw-woven hats. That much, at least, seemedtimeless. There were one hundred and ten levels in all, according to Zelic,though, owingto crop rotation, only four-fifths were functional at any time. Thateffectivelytook out twenty-two levels, but it still left a total growing area ofeight hundred square li."Impressive," said Li Yuan, wondering not merely at the ingenuity ofit, but atthe paranoia - the siege mentality - that had devised such a system.The Americans had built themselves a siring of castles to defend theirborder, likethe kings of olden times. Yes, and like such kings they permitted noopposition.These were harsh times - how many times had he heard one or other ofthem saythat? - and harsh times demanded harsh measures. Yet, as he knew fromhis own experience, one could not rule this way forever. One could only clenchone's fist for so long. One day all this would have to change.He sighed, thinking once again how hard it was to see another make thesame mistakes he'd made and have his voice unheard. "Are you tired, Chay Shal"He turned. For a moment he had forgotten Zelic. Tired? Was he tired?Maybe. Butnot in any sense the young Captain would understand. No. His was aweariness of the spirit. To continue after his useful time, like an old man playingchequersin the sun, that was his fate now. All he had seen, all he had done meant nothing now. For these young men it had no value, no ... significance."No, Captain Zelic. I am fine."The platform slowed then stopped. This was as far as it descended.Going to therail Li Yuan leaned over, looking down. The levels went on, down intothe earth itself, while beneath them, at the very foot of this great edifice,were the workers' quarters. Workers ... He smiled at the euphemism. They wereslaves,every last one of them, enemies of the state, taken in war, the flickerof the electronic collars about their necks a constant reminder of their status. "Does it never worry you, Captain?""Worry me, Chay Sha?""The impermanence of things?"Zelic laughed. "You think all this impermanent, Chay Ska?""Of course. The wheel turns ..." He stopped, looking past young Zelic. On the far side of the platform adoor had opened and two men had stepped out One wore the simple blue one-pieceof a highofficial, the other the uniform of a Major in Egan's Southern army."Forgive us for interrupting you, Li Yuan," the official began, comingover to him, "but I'm given to understand that you'd like to visit one of thefrontier posts." 
Li Yuan glanced at Zelic, but Zelic merely shrugged. He turned back,facing theofficial. "If it would not be too inconvenient.""Not at all," the mancontinued urbanely. "Whatever you wish to see. After all, we have no secretshere." No secrets, eh? But Li Yuan kept what he was thinking from his face."That is most kind," he answered. "And Captain Zelic here?"The official did not even glance at Zelic. "It would be best if theCaptainstayed here. Major Lanier will provide full security throughout yourtour of the front" "But Chay Sha," Zelic protested. "I have orders ...""If s okay," Li Yuan said. "I am sure I will be perfectly safe in MajorLanier's care" The Major straightened slightly at the mention, bowing his head thetiniest amount, more in acknowledgement of what Li Yuan had said than from anynotion of respectA weakness, Li Yuan thought, remembering his own men, back in thosedays whenten million men had served him, doing his will, dying to his command.Respect isthe cement of a society. Without it, the arch falls, things fall apart.Those final words reminded him suddenly of Shepherd and of the gift Benhad given him that time - the book of proscribed poems by the man Yeats. Sostrangethey'd been. So passionate. A violation almost And yet true. True, in away hisown kind's poetry was not.Barbarians, yes, yet even barbarians can sing ...As with all of the things Shepherd had given him across the years, ithad been a lesson. An "eye-opener" as Shepherd had called it And indeed it hadopened hiseyes, to a side of these Hung Mao he had never really guessed at, forall their proximity. Reading Yeats' poems he had finally understood whatmotivated them;what soothed and angered them; what fuelled their strange, irrationalmoods. They were not like Han. No, yet there was common ground."You will need to wear a suit," Lanier said, stepping forward, almostbut not quite touching Li Yuan's arm.He met the man's eyes directly, adopting a sudden tone of command inboth his manner and his voice. "Is that really necessary, Major?"The Major blinked, surprised, automatically reacting to the signals oftone and gesture. This time he bowed his head fully."I... am afraid so, Master Li. I cannot guarantee your safety unless you wear abody-suit, and if I cannot guarantee your safety...""Of course," Li Yuan said, dismissing the matter. Yet the moment hadbeen interesting. It was still there in him, that instinct to control andcommand. The plague had not devoured it, no, nor had time or lack of opportunitydiminished it. When a man had been born and bred to rule - when one belonged tothe seventh generation of a powerful ruling dynasty - one could takeaway theworld and still that man would think himself an Emperor.Yes, he thought. I shall have to set that down.He looked down, smiling, amused by the thought How often now he foundhimself contemplating his own thoughts and actions, as if at a distance fromthem;almost as though he were a clerk, following himself around, noting downeach tiny utterance and gestureSo a man becomes, when there is nothing else to fill his time.As if a man were but a well, waiting to be filled.He glanced up. Zelic was still waiting, his eyes uncertain, his wholemanner anxious. Surprised, Li Yuan almost asked him what the matter was, butthat would have been a mistake - a clear breach of etiquette."You may leave me now, Captain Zelic," he said softly. "I shall be allrightMajor Lanier has given his word."With a reluctant nod, Zelic turned and left Li Yuan watched him go,wonderingwhy he'd seemed so anxious. Then, steeling himself to make the best ofthings,he turned back, facing Lanier and the official."Well, Major, it seems I am in your hands. Lead on. I'm rather lookingforward to seeing what you keep out there" 
The room was arctic blue and chill, a huge, vault-like space, the wallsof reflecting glass, the space between unfurnished. Overhead a slopingceiling ofsmooth black ice, two hundred ch'i to a side, was supported by twolines of slender pillars.Into this room now stepped two white-coatedtechnicians, theirfaces masked, their shaven heads reflecting back the cool blue light.Theypaused, conscious of the entity embedded in the perspex at the far endof the room, then slowly, hesitantly, began to walk toward it As they did, adisembodied voice filled the great hall with a low bass resonance, likethe voice of emptiness itself. 
"Is it ready yet?"
A dozen paces from the far end of the room, they stopped and bowed, the
taller 
of them answering.
'It is ready, Master."
There was a pause, then an echoing reply. "Good. That is... good"
The wall facing them was dark. Now it began to glow, a dim cold light
growing in
its depths, like a firefly trapped in a block of ice.
As the glow grew, a tiny figure was revealed, more an emaciated mummy
than a 
man. One side of its skull was larger than the other, the mottled skin
stretched 
tight across the bone. One eye was fixed and focused, staring mad, the
other 
rolled slowly in its orb. The arms were thin and tiny, like a child's,
but the 
hands were big, the fingers brown and elongated, the knuckles swollen
like dice. 
It had a belly like a young baby's and long stringy legs that dangled
uselessly.
At the end of them the feet were black and rotted, one of them almost a 
stump.
This was Josiah Egan, grandfather of the reigning king.
Slowly the two men set to work, freeing the great block of perspex from
its 
position in the wall. That done, one of them turned and gestured to the
camera 
overhead. At once six others entered the room at the far end - big,
heavily-muscled men in black one-pieces - bringing with them a large
flotation 
tray. As the technicians stepped back, the newcomers lifted the heavy
block up
onto the thick-based tray, then slowly manoeuvred it across the floor.
"I died ..." the voice said, sending its low, bass echoes throughout
the room. 
"Six times I died." And now they would bring it back to life again.
Two hours and it would be done. Two hours and twenty years of intensive
work 
would be concluded. The technicians looked to each other and smiled. 

"Would you like anything, Oaeh Hsid?"
Li Yuan turned from the painting he had been studying and smiled. "No
thank you,
Chang. I am fine. You see to your Mistress, neh?"
"Chteh Hsia." 
With a low bow, Chang backed away, returning to Fei Yen who sat in the
corner of 
that massive anteroom, both of Li Yuan's maids attending to her. Behind
her,
through a great silk curtain of red, white and blue, he could glimpse
servants 
laying the tables and making their final preparations for the banquet.
My Court, he thought, looking about the room at the nine people
gathered there. 

Once he had maintained a great household of five thousand servants, nowhe was reduced to this: a steward, a cook, a barber, a seamstress, two maids, a serving-boy and a bootmaker who doubled as his taster.Not that he really missed such luxury, for with it had come astultifying senseof confinement, of being a prisoner to ritual and obligation, yet itwas hard to come to terms with such a reduction in social status, especially whenone had to deal with such hsiao jen as these Americans, who judged a man not byhis innate qualities but by how many "coats" he could stand beside his diningtable. He turned back, looking at the massive painting once again, taking inits brutality, its heavy-handed symbolism, reminded, as he did, of hisvisit to the frontier post that afternoon, and experiencing again that same tinyfrisson of shock he'd felt earlier. Whatever it was he'd expected, it had not been thatTheir faces ... He shivered, remembering his first sight of one of theborder guards. The face had been rebuilt, the nose removed, the cheek bonesrestructured to house a fine-mesh metallic filter. The mouth and throat had also been refashioned, two thick ridges of new muscle surrounding the neck,sothat at first sight it had seemed as though the man had been decapitated and anew,non-human head set upon his shoulders.It was a blunted, dehumanised face, more mechanical in its appearancethan anymachine he had ever seen, yet human, for all that Yes, and it had madehim re-evaluate what he'd seen. The trays, for instance. The trays weren'ta response to the threat from the south. They feared something, that muchwas certain, but it wasn't the Southern Alliance. No. It was something muchcloser to home; something they feared so intensely they would mutilatethemselves to defend against it.Li Yuan blinked, unable to see just what was missing.I haven't all the pieces. Not yet, anyway. But they're scared. That Ido know. "Chay Sha?"He turned. "Ah, Captain Zelic. I wondered where you had got to."Zelic stared at him, bemused. "I don't understand, Chay Sha. Why areyou here?The banquet does not begin for another hour.""So I thought Yet the Governor requested that we attend at once, and sohere we are." 
"But this is ..." "An insult?" Li Yuan smiled. "Oh, I have suffered worse, Captain Zelic.Far worse." "Do you wish me to speak with the Governor, Chay Sha?"Li Yuan smiled faintly. "Your concern is gratifying, Captain, but no. Ihave grown quite used to waiting these past few years. Besides, does itmatter where I wait, in our rooms or here? Here, at least, I can study thismagnificentexample of your new art"Zelic made a small sound of disgust Li Yuan raised an eyebrow, thenturned to contemplate the canvas."You do not like it, Captain?""Do you, Chay Sha?"'The figures are a little... chunky, perhaps. And the colours a touchcrude. But there's vigour there, neh? A ... vitality."164 SIEGE MENTALITY Zelic lowered his voice. "Forgive me for saying so, Chay Sha, but Ithink the painting slinks.""Oh, I would not go that far. It is far from subtle, I admit, but thena new culture must seek new forms. Must experiment It would not do for youAmericans to imitate, would it now?"Zelic laughed. "I'll bow to your superior wisdom, Chay Sha.""And to my far greater wealth of experience, neh, Captain?"Zelic gave a little bow, like a swordsman acknowledging another's skillwith the blade. Then, "And how was your visit, Chay Sha?""My visit?" Li Yuan considered a moment, then. "It was... mostinteresting,Captain Zelic, seeing the blunt face of frontier life.""The blunt face ...?" Li Yuan's eyes flicked up toward the watching camera; a movement Zelicsaw and understood at once. "No matter," Li Yuan continued, his eyes meeting Zelic's for a momentlongerthan normal; conveying to him that this was something they would talkof later on. "Now tell me the latest news from Boston. Does the war go well?" 
Harding closed the door firmly behind him, then came back, taking aseat across from his two white-haired visitors. Shelves of ancient leather-bound books surrounded them on three sides, while to Harding's left was a longwindow from which a clear view of the bay could be had. 
"Well?" Stewart asked without preamble. "Is it true?""Is what true?" Harding asked, wondering how much he could trust eitherof them,and deciding immediately that it wasn't worth the risk."That we've been soundly beaten by the Californians," Warner said,leaningtoward him. "If s nonsense," Harding answered, sitting back. "Just mischievousscaremongering, put about by our enemies to try to undermine the king.""But I heard ..."Harding's voice cut through Stewart's, loud andauthoritative. "I repeat. All is well. The campaign in the West proceeds according toplan.News comes in daily of fresh conquests." "And the satellite blackout?"Warner said, his eyes half-lidded with suspicion. "Are you being straight withus, Jim?I've heard all kinds of things today. Some of it quite outrageous. Why,I'd even heard that Egan had sacked you!""Sacked me?" Harding began to laugh. "Why, I've heard some things in mytime,but ..." Again he laughed; a soft, amused laughter that encouraged theothers to join in after a moment."I guess we heard wrong," Stewart said, wiping his eyes, then glancingat his brother-in-law and shrugging."You did indeed," Harding said, standing, smiling down at them. "Now ifyouwould forgive me, gentlemen, but I've a great deal to do before thebanquettonight"Stewart had got to his feet "Banquet?""You've not heard?" Harding looked from one to the other, as if deeplysurprised, then. "Why, gentlemen, if you would be my guests?""Why, now, that would be most kind of you, Jim," Warner said, takinghold of Harding's hand as he lifted his huge bulk up out of the chair. "Butcould I ask the reason for this banquet?"Harding grinned, then, in a conspiratorial tone, said, "It was to be asurprise.But as you're such close and trusted friends, let me tell you now. Itseems we've won a victory. A great victory."The old men's eyes lit up. "In the West?"Harding nodded. "But not a word, eh? The king himself wishes toannounce the news. There's to be a special broadcast""A victory ..." Stewart looked to his half-brother and grinned, showingtinyyellow teeth in sunken gums. "At last, a victory!""Yes, yes ... now if you would leave me, gentlemen ...""Of course," Warner murmured. "You must have much to organise...""Indeed. My servants will collect you at eight""That is most kind,"Stewart 
said, bowing his head, unable to stop grinning now that his fears had
been put
to rest "We shall not forget such kindness ..."
"No. Of course," Harding said, stepping to the door and opening it for
them. 
"Until later, then." 

Harding stood in the great hallway of his mansion, watching the servant
bolt the 
great outer doors, then turned. He took two steps then stopped,
noticing Horton
in the doorway to his study.
"Have they gone?"
Harding smiled wearily. "Yes, thank the gods."
"You should have told them the truth." 
Harding considered that a moment, then shook his head. "No. As it is,
they'll
serve us well enough. Two looser tongues couldn't be bought in the
whole of 
Boston. If they're convinced, then so will all the other old fools.
Trust me. 
Their tittle-tattle will buy us valuable time."
Horton frowned. 'Time? I don't understand. Surely we want Egan to fall?
And the 
sooner the better." 
"We do. But do you want to inherit a bankrupt and defeated state?"
Horton laughed. "Have we any choice?"
"Maybe." Harding took a folded piece of paper from his pocket and
handed it to 
Horton. 
Horton read it, then looked up, wide-eyed. "Is this genuine?"
"As far as I can make out." 
Horton whistled. "I was surprised enough when Egan reinstated you. But
tfits!" 
Again he laughed. Then, handing the paper back to Harding, "Do you
think we can 
trust the man?" 
"I don't know. Maybe not. But if s worth a try, neh?"
Horton considered a moment, then nodded, a cold, unhealthy smile coming
to his 
features. "DeVore, eh? Just think of it! An alliance with DeVore!"
"Yes," Harding said, keeping the doubt he felt from showing in his
eyes. "Who
would have thought it?" 

The young man's body had a perfect roseate tinge. Lying there, naked on
the 
operating table, it had the look of something godlike. Blond-haired and
handsome 
of face, broad of chest and thick of arm, it seemed a veritable Son of
Adam. 
Looking down at it from the observation platform, Charles Bernadini,
Senior 

Technician on the Project, felt an overwhelming sense of pride andachievement For so long this had been merely a dream, frustratingly close and yetalways,ultimately, unattainable. They had suffered so many failures, so manysetbacks. Until now. "Look at it!" he said to his assistant, who stood beside him at therail. "We've done it! This time we've really, finally done it!"Wiley laughed. "Not quite, Charles. Lefs see how the transfer goesbefore we break out the champagne.""A formality," Bernadini answered his old friend, turning to him andsmiling."We've done the transfer a hundred times." "On psychotics and murderers, yes. But this is Old Man Egan. One glitchand we'll aO. be experiment fodder."Bernadini laughed. "You worry too much, Dan. The gods are with us. Imean, justlook at it! The perfect host That1 s always been our trouble until now.I hate to admit it, Dan, but this Han biotechnology is a damn sight moreadvanced than anything we managed to come up with!"Wiley nodded, but his expression was suddenly more sober. "I agree," hesaid quietly, "but don't let Old Man Egan hear you say it As far as he'saware we've done all this from scratch. If he got word that we'd plundered Gangtechniques,he'd go up the wall.""You think so?" Again Bernadini pointed to the sleeping figure. "MyselfI think he'd have advocated anything that could get him out of that damnspider's bodyand into that1" "Maybe," Wiley said. "But I'd not be too forthcoming with theinformation if I were you."Below them a technician came into the operating room and, looking up atthe pairin the observation gallery, gave a thumbs-up signal."Okay. Let's godown,"Bernadini said. "If s time we made the transfer." 
The body woke. Its eyes flicked open. For a moment it simply stared.Then, witha jerky little movement, it sat up. It blinked, then blinked again.Slowly itraised a hand up to its face, staring at it, studying it, flexing thefingerslike a young child playing with a new toy.It laughed. An old man's laugh; a mixture of surprise and understanding. Then,turning its head jerkily, it looked about it, taking in the details ofthe room. A sterile, undecorated room, the walls a pristine white, the floor astippledcream. Its gaze travelled upward, then stopped, meeting the eyes of the figurebehind the glass of the observation balcony."Welcome back, Mister Egan," the stranger said, and smiled broadly."I'm delighted to say that everything went perfectly."Egan made to answer, but the sounds that emerged formed a slurred,incoherent groan."Take it slowly," the stranger said reassuringly. "At first you'll haveto think each word clearly, individually, before you form it The vocal cordshaven't been used much, you understand. We can't exercise them like we do the othermuscles. If 11 be a while before it comes automatically."Egan listened, then gave a peremptory nod."I... wa-an ..." He swallowed, the slightest flicker of pain crossing his face. Then hepointeddown at the unmistakable erection he now sported.Up on the balcony, Bernadini smiled then turned and spoke to Wiley, whosat behind him in the shadows, watching the brain traces on the bank ofmonitors. "Dan. Get Mister Egan a woman."Wiley looked up, shocked by the suggestion. "Are you sure? I mean, whatif he's not ready for it?"Bernadini looked back, seeing how Egan sat there, staring in clear aweat the fierce, proud stalk he had inherited, and chuckled to himself.'1 don'tknow about you, Dan, but after thirty years stuck in a block of plastic, Iknow I'd be ready for it!" 
"So tell me, Li Yuan, how did you feel when Old Man Egan had your boy'sballs cut off? Must have been some damn shock, nek?'The speaker was a big, balding man with a pronounced southern drawl anda lazy,mocking manner. He had been goading Li Yuan all evening, offering minorinsults which the Tang had overlooked, but this was different - this was adirect slur upon his manhood.As the laughter died, Li Yuan stood, staring coldly at the big man."Forgive me, Shih Tanner," he began, as if responding to some far more innocuous query, "but it surely helps if you have balls to begin with?"The man's smug, mocking smile flickered, then died. "I beg your pardon..." he began, but Li Yuan was not finished.'The fact that you feel you can discuss such matters openly shows notonly howignorant and ill-mannered you are, but also how totally unaware you areof the pitiful sight you make.""Now look here, Mister Li..."Li Yuan laughed; a cold, imperious laughter that seemed to chill theroom. "Look where? At you, Shih Tanner? At the great pile of lard that dares tocall itself a man? At the obese nothingness that occupies the chair in which yousit? Why, Iwould as soon contemplate a plate of steaming turds as look at youoverlong."There was a hiss of indrawn breath. The banquet room was suddenlydeathly silentIn that silence, the big man's chair scraped back. "Now thafs just toodamn much! If you think..."But Li Yuan had pushed his own chair back, quietly, delicately, with afighter'ssure touch, and had stepped around the table, slowly approachingTanner. One or two of the other guests went to intercede, but others pulled them back.This was interesting. This was . .. fun.SIEGE MENTALITYA body's length from Tanner, Li Yuan stopped, two guests and the widthof a table between them. Though he had pushed back his chair, Tanner had yetto getto his feet He leaned forward, his plump hands gripping the edge of thetable,his eyes wide with anger."Why, you jumped-up little Chink!"But as Tanner tried to rise, Li Yuan jumped up, onto the table,scatteringglasses and dishes, and, balancing himself carefully in the cranestance, placedhis foot - toes pointed - in the centre of Tanner's chestThere were gasps of disbelief. "Good God!" someone cried from close by."The Chink's gone raving mad!"Li Yuan stared down at his shocked adversary, a mocking smile on hisown lipsnow. "You want to fight me, fat man?"There was a low murmur from all sides, but still no one made tointercede. What would Tanner do? Tanner grunted, then made to snatch Li Yuan's foot away, but Li Yuanwithdrew it quickly, delicately, then flicked it out again, giving Tanner's chest the tiniest of touches. "You're fucking insane!" Tanner mumbled, clearly put out by this newsituatioa All of the bluster had gone from him. But there were others who werenot so in awe of Li Yuan. One -younger than Tanner and far fitter - now made agrab for LiYuan, lunging across the table at him ...And went down, groaning loudly, his nose broken, blood spattering hiswhite silk tunic. "Enough!" Governor Rogers shouted, standing up.Li Yuan turned to look at Rogers. Behind the Governor a huge viewingscreen was showing muted scenes of the latest victory against the Calif ornians,but no one was watching the screen. All eyes were on Rogers now, wondering whatwould happen next.The Governor's face was dark with anger, his eyes protruding from hisface. "For God's sake, Mister Li! Return to your place!""Tell Shih Tanner to apologise," Li Yuan said, staring back at Rogersdefiantly."Tell him, or I'll kick his lungs out through the back of hisribcage!""LiYuan!" Rogers yelled, close to apoplexy now. "If you don't desist, I'llhave myguards arrest you!"But Li Yuan seemed not to hear him. He looked down at Tanner, glaringnow. "Apologise, you bloated bag of shit, or I'll crack your ugly face intwo!" That did it With a furious gesture, Rogers signalled to his guards tointervene. As they began to squeeze their way between the tables, Zelic got upfrom his seat and hurried to the door. Li Yuan, meanwhile, had slowly lifted his foot until it hovered beforethe mesmerised Tanner's face. "Apologise," he said once more, his voicealmost gentle now."You mad fuckin' Chinaman," Tanner murmured. "You can go to fuckin'hell!" The sudden crack surprised them all. Tanner sat there a moment, hiseyes glazed,blood gouting from his nose and mouth, then slowly he toppled backward,draggingdown two other guests as he wentPandemonium broke out There were screams from the female guests, angryshouts from the men. Some tried to get at Li Yuan but most hurried to getaway, pushingin the way of the guards. One young guard did squeeze through, andfound himself face to face with Li Yuan, but a sharp blow to the abdomen doubled himup.At the onset of trouble, Chang had positioned himself as close as hedared to his master, but in the first few seconds of the fight, someone hadbroken a chair over his head. The rest of the Han party sat where they'd beenplaced,looking on in astonishment as their Master went berserk."Aiyal" Fei Yen continually shrieked, her hands folded before her face."Aiyal"Li Yuan was backing away now, his feet clearing plates and dishes fromthe table as he went, his body crouched, his hands circling in the air beforehim. But he was surrounded now. A circle of eight men slowly closed in on him."Li Yuan!" Rogers barked, coming up behind one of those eight."Surrender now or face the consequences.""Consequences?" Li Yuan laughed. "As Tanner said. Go to hell."SIEGEMENTALITY Rogers bridled, angered by the continued defiance of the man. "You havekilled a man, Li Yuan, and, honoured guest or no, you are not above our laws.""Your laws!" Li Yuan's laughter was scathing. "I've read your laws!They wouldmake an honest man weep!"Rogers swallowed angrily, but before he could say another word, Chang,who had hauled himself back onto his feet, called out to Li Yuan."Master! You must do as the great man says. They will not hurt you.Remember whose protection you travel under.""Protection?" Rogers shook his head. "You seriously think Egan willprotect youwhen he hears what you did here tonight?"Li Yuan gave a tiny shrug. "Maybe I choose not to let another fight mybattles anymore. Maybe I have had enough of insults, of being treated like adog bylesser men - hsiao jen -like you, Mister Rogers."He paused, then nodded slowly to himself, as if something had beensettled at that moment "And maybe it is better to die an honest death than to liveon one's knees." "Fine words, Mister Li," Rogers answered, "but you'll be rotting in mycells before nightfall.""Forgive me, Governor," Zelic interrupted, stepping up to him, "but Ithink youought to read this before you act so hastily."Rogers blinked, then took the paper Zelic was holding out to him andimpatientlybegan to read. He looked up after a while, his lips parted in surprise.Beside Zelic was another man, Rogers's own Master of Communications.Rogers looked to him, querying the genuineness of the paper. The manhesitated, thennodded. "If s real, sir. The codes match."Slowly Rogers turned, facing Li Yuan, then, with an angry gesture,dismissed his men. "It seems you are fortunate, Mister Li," Rogers said, crumpling thepaper into aball and throwing it aside. "Word is you've been recalled.""Recalled?""To Court," Rogers answered. "It seems your son-in-lawrequires yourpresence there ... as Advisor."Li Yuan's laughter was brief and uncertain. "You jest?""No," Zelic said, as Rogers turned on his heel and left. "I went to tryto contact Boston and found that the message had come through an hourback. It seems they did not want to disturb the banquet. But if s true. Egan'sordered you home.""Home?" Li Yuan jumped down from the table and walked over to him."Home is Tongjiang. You mean Boston, Captain Zelic Boston, in America, nothome." And with that he walked past, letting Chang hurry after him, ignoringFei Yen's whining shriek as he pushed through the door, making for his rooms. 
Mark Egan stood at the window of his private quarters, watching thecruisers set down, one after another, on the floodlit roof of the Kennedy Barracks,half a mile distant, while behind him, General Armstrong finished giving himthe latest report from the frontArmstrong himself had set down on that same roof only an hour back andhad come directly to see him. The news he brought was bad, yet not as bad as itmighthave been. The good news was that the war with California was over. Thebad was that an entire army had been captured and would be slaughtered to a manunless they came up with five billion dollars."So?" Armstrong asked. "Will you sign?"Egan half-turned, conscious of the two princes in the room beyond theGeneral. "Yes," he said wearily. "God knows where we'll find the money, but itmust be done, neh? The alternative... Well, we all know the alternative.""I was surprised they agreed so readily," Armstrong said, candid nowthat the thing was done. "One more push and they could have been in Denver.""And after Denver?" Han Ch'in asked, coming over and standing by theGeneral. 
"No. Coover's no fool. He knows that SIEGE MENTALITY to win battles is one thing, to hold territory another. Besides, he haswhat he wants. Provided we guarantee the Rockies as a border between us, he'llkeep thepeace.""And Harding?" Kuei Jen asked, looking up from where he cuddled thesleepingchild. "Do you think Harding will go for this package? It will meanheavy taxes.He and many of his friends will suffer."Egan turned, facing them all, looking in to the brightly-lit room, yetstill conscious of the darkness of the night behind him. "He'll go for it,never fear. If 11 cost him, yes, but better to keep something than to lose it all,neh? And if we do not make this peace there's no clearer certainty than utteroblivion." "Even so," Han Ch'in said, "we must keep news of this secret for a dayor two. Until our forces are in place. When news of this breaks ..."All were silent a moment, then Egan spoke again, reaching out toembrace Armstrong, giving him a strong, manly hug."You've served me well, John, both on the battlefield and off. Be sureI'll not forget it"Armstrong laughed. "Be sure I'll not let you."There was a sharp knocking at the door on the far side of the room. Ayoungguard looked round the door, then came smartly to attention."Yes, Douglas?""Your Chancellor is here, Master.""Okay. Give me five minutes, then show him in." Egan looked toArmstrong. "We'llspeak later, John. But tell Coover I'll meet him when and where hewants." Armstrong came to attention and bowed his head. "Sir!"Egan watched Armstrong leave by the side door, then turned, facing thetwo princes."You want us to leave?" Kuei Jen asked. Egan shook his head. "No. Harding will find out soon enough, and I'drather he heard direct from me." "He'll not like it," Han Ch'in said."Whether he likes it or no, if s how things are from now on," Egansaid, "sohe'd best get used to it"The two princes looked to each other."You should take care," Kuei Jensaid quietly. "It is not so much Harding as the faction he represents. Sucha man cannot be dealt with as an individual. One must look to his friends .. ." 
Egan turned upon his wife, his irritation clear. "You seek to teach mestatesmanship, Kuei Jen?""No ... no, my husband." He stood and, after setting the sleeping childdown on a nearby sofa, came across to Egan and held his shoulders. "I merelywish to remind you. This is a critical meeting. You know that. So rein in yourhonest anger. See him not as a man, but as a colour.""A colour!" Egan laughed, incredulous. "Kuei Jen, what in God's nameare youtalking about?""It is something that my tutor, Lo Wen, taught me long ago. SomethingI've always found useful. As a Prince one must deal with all manner of men.Some of them we will like instinctively, others we shall take an instantdislike to. That is quite natural. Unfortunately, such natural responses areinappropriateat the level on which we are forced to function. Personal feeling mustalwayscome second to political expediency, no matter the circumstance. Inbrief, it isnot what a man is, in himself, that matters, but what he represents.Even so,that natural instinct remains and can sometimes colour our response, soit helpsto consider each individual not as him or herself - a free agent,acting withoutresponsibility - but as a colour; that colour symbolic of those viewsor that particular faction he represents.""And Harding?""Pardon?" Egan smiled. "What colour is Harding?"Kuei Jen laughed. "Isn't it obvious? Harding is brown. Shit brown." 
Egan was still laughing when Harding was shown into the room. He lookedabout him and smiled, clearly wishing to share the joke. "Master?""Chancellor!" Egan said, rushing across to take both his hands ingreeting. "Iam so pleased to see you. Earlier . .." He shook his head regretfully."I was not myself... what I said ...""It doesn't matter," Harding said, continuing to shake Egan's hands."Let all that be behind us, neh? We work together from henceforth.""Together," Egan echoed, grinning broadly. Then, turning, he put out anarm to indicate the princes. "You know Prince Han Ch'in, and my wife, PrinceKuei Jen." Harding turned and bowed. "Ch'un tzu," he said. "Good friends arewelcome in such troubled times." The words were unexpected. Taking his cue from his brother, Kuei Jenspoke forboth of them. "From adversity comes strength. You can be certain thatmy brotherand I shall give our full support to all your efforts, Chancellor.""It comforts me to think so," Harding answered, half-turning to summonhis clerk. "But come. Let us catch up with the current situation. I havemuch to report, and a great deal to discuss." 
"He didn't like it," Kuei Jen said when Harding was gone. "He concealedit well,but I could tell. He was too tense. And that smile..." "Was a mask," Han Ch'in agreed. "It was the one thing he hadn't countedon,Father coming back. It threw him.""Yet he was open with us," Egan said. "I thought, perhaps, he'd avoidmentioningthe meeting with Horton, yet he came clean. That speaks in favour ofthe man." "If his account of the meeting can be trusted," Han Ch'in said,somewhat sceptically. "He would have known, after all, that Security weretailing him.""Maybe so. But why should he lie?" Egan said. "As for the matter ofyourfather's return... well, perhaps he was put out a little, but he'llcome round,surely?"Kuei Jen sighed. "I counted on him doing so, but now I'm not so sure.""He can accept us as Advisors," Han Ch'in said, "for we have neverruled. We were the seeds that never grew. But Father..." He shook his head.Egan closed his eyes. "Now you say.""So we were wrong," Kuei Jen said. "The answer is simple. Let us leaveour Father where he is. Contact Harding straight away and tell him thatyou'vechanged your mind.""Too late," Egan said. "I sent the summons an hour back.""Then we must make the best of things," Han Ch'in said. "We mustconvince Harding that Father is no threat That he will have no greater say inCouncil than any other man.""You think that will be enough?" Kuei Jen asked, facing his brother,his full,feminine shape contrasting strongly with the angular masculinity of hishalf-brother. "It will have to be," Egan said, coming between them and laying a handon each. "But we must watch our brown friend carefully henceforth.""Our shit-brown friend ..." Kuei Jen said, and all three roared with 
laughter
once again.
In the corner of the room, the young child, Egan's son, Samuel,
conceived three 
years ago that day, stirred on the sofa and turned, putting his thumb
into his 
mouth for comfort, his jet-black hair falling across his lidded eyes,
while in 
the room behind him his future was decided. 

Horton climbed from the bed and crossed the room, pulling on a gown
before he 
answered the urgent beep of the vid-phone.
"What is it?" he asked, as Harding's face formed from the blackness.
"Ifs as you said," Harding answered. "He appointed me Chancellor once
again. Not
only that, but he's appointed both the Han as his Advisors."
"You see!" Horton said. "Didn't I tell you!"
"Yes. But all's not well, even so."
"Why?"
"He's recalled Li Yuan." 
"Whaff' 
"Ifs true. I checked myself. He sent the recall order an hour before he
saw me." 
"Without consulting you ..."
Harding nodded. "And yet it will seem as if I had a hand in it"
Horton considered a moment, then made a sour face. "I don't like this.
That 
bastard's up to something."
"Yes, but what?"
"Martial rule?" 
"Mar ..." Harding's mouth opened like a fish. Now that Horton had said
it, the
fact stared him in the face. The recall of the armies; the appointment
of close 
family to key positions; the use of Colonel Chalker to subdue the
media. It all 
pointed to the same conclusion. "So what do we do?"
Horton smiled. "You do nothing, Jim. Go home and go to bed."
"But..." 
"Leave things to me. Okay?'
Harding stared at him uncertainly, then nodded. "Okay. But nothing that
comes 
back to us." 
"I promise." And with that Horton reached out and cut the connection.
He turned,
looking back at Russ, who was watching him from his bed. "What are you
looking
at?" 
Russ smiled lasciviously. "You, you monster. Now make that call to
Rogers, then
come back to bed. I haven't finished with you yet!" 

"Chay Shal Chay SM'The urgent whisper woke him. For once it hadn't been in his dream. Thistime he woke surprised, not knowing where he was, nor even who it was who wascallinghim in so strange a manner."Wha...?" He sat and knuckled his eyes as a light came on in the room."Quickly, Chay Shal" Zelic said, handing him his robe. 'There's no timeto explain. We have to leave here now!"He saw the guards at the door, their automatics drawn, and knewsomething waswrong. Maybe Rogers had had a change of mind about the incident Ormaybe it wassomething else."Where's Fei Yen?" he asked, as he slipped on the robe."Don't worry," Zelic answered, watching as Chang gathered up Li Yuan'sessential belongings and bundled them into a bag, "my sergeant will make sureshe's well looked after." Li Yuan gave a little nod of understanding then, stopping only toglance aroundthe room, followed Zelic outAnd stopped, staring down at the black-cloaked assassin who lay facedown in the corridor, a loop of wire pulled tightly about his neck.He felt a jolt of surprise and looked to Zelic, but Zelic was alreadyhurryingon. "Come on, Chay Shal" he called back to him. "We've little time!"Zelic had stationed his guards at every junction along the way, the menjoiningthem as they ran towards the monorail, falling in to form a tightformation about Zelic and Li Yuan. For a time it seemed that they had made itwithout incident, yet as they came to the last turn of the corridor that leddirectlyinto the terminal, they heard raised voices up ahead. There was a shot,and then a burst of rapid fire, followed by a single explosion.They had stopped at the first sound, the whole party dropping into acrouch. Now Zelic took control. "Green Two!" he barked, standing and waving six ofhis men through. "Go on ahead! Secure the entrance, then send a man back."They waited, out of sight of what was happening, tensed in the suddensilence. There was a shot A second. Then footsteps hurried back. A visoredsoldier waved the all clear. "Quick now!" Zelic said, sending two further men ahead. "Okay," hesaid, lookingto Li Yuan once more. "Let's go."Around the turn of the corridor was a scene of carnage. There weregreat gaps in the walls, the edges scorch-burned. A dozen, maybe fifteen men laydead, most ofthem mutilated by the blast From the look of it, one of Zelic's men hadrun at the defenders with a grenade.Li Yuan glanced at Zelic, reappraising things. Whilst he had alwayscasuallyassumed their protection, he had never wholly trusted them. But now heknew justhow seriously they took his defence. Serious enough to lay down theirlives. The thought gave him strength.They ran on, picking their way over the bodies and through the greatentrance,out onto the massive concourse. The monorail was waiting, its doorsopen, anumber of Zelic's men kneeling inside the carriages, their guns raised.But as he made to go across, Zelic took his arm and pulled him back."No, Chay Sm. Over here. We're going up onto the roof.""The roof?" Zelic nodded. "They'll pick the monorail off in an instant. A cruisermakes a far more difficult target, neh?"He followed Zelic across, into one of the RRs - the Rapid Risers -grateful thatat least one of them was thinking straight"How did you know?" he asked, facing Zelic as the door hissed shut andthe lift began to accelerate."I didn't," Zelic answered, watching the ascending numbers on the wall."Then you were lucky," Li Yuan said.Zelic smiled. "I guess so."Or damn good at your job, he thought, liking the young man more andmore by themoment "Why did you do that, by the way?" Zelic asked, looking directly athim. "Do what? FVprThe smile came back. "You could call it that" Li Yuan shrugged. "Because I'd had enough."Zelic nodded. "I thought so."As the riser slowed and weight returned to their bodies, Zelic took alargehandgun from his belt He handed it to Li Yuan, then drew a second gun -a smaller stunner - from inside his tunic pocket"We may have to fight"Li Yuan nodded. The gun felt strange and heavy inhis hand. Holding it, he realised that it was some years since he had helda weaponof any kind.As the door hissed back, the cold night air hit them. They were on theroof, thedarkness held at bay by the glare of arc lamps."Sir!" someone yelled, to their right Looking that way, Li Yuan couldmake out 
the shape of a cruiser, its engines already warmed up and humming, its
ramp
open. Two guards stood at the top of the ramp, one with his arm raised.
"Come on!" Zelic said, yet even as they began to run, an automatic
opened up
from somewhere close. 
Li Yuan threw himself down. A moment later there was an explosion.
"Shit!" Zelic said, from where he lay face down beside Li Yuan. "Crawl
toward 
the cruiser. And keep going. My men will try to pin them down, whoever
they
are." 
There was a second rapid blast of gunfire, then the pop-pop-pop of a
gas-launcher.
"Okay!" Zelic said. "Lef s go!"
He saw Zelic get up and begin to run, and began to do the same, but as
he got to
his knees, something warm and strong seemed to grab him from behind,
lifting him
up off his feet and throwing him forward. 

Zelic woke and tried to sit up, but the pain in his head was too great.
He could 
feel the vibration of the cruiser all around him, Wincing, he put a
hand up to
his brow. The bandage was wet
"Soldier!" he called, keeping his eyes dosed. "ScMet?'
Someone came across. He felt a hand touch his arm lightly. "Ifs okay,
sir. 
You're going to be all right."
"Brevitt?" 
"Yes, sir."
"Where are we?" 
"In the cruiser, sir. Heading north-east towards Fort Worth."
"Ah ..." he swallowed painfully, his throat dry. As if
sensing it, the young sergeant lifted his head gently, then held a cup
to his 
lips. He drank gratefully. "And Li Yuan?"
There was a pause. "I'm afraid he didn't make it, sir."
"Didn't..." The enormity of it hit him like a hammer blow. He had
failed. Better 
to have died back there than this. He groaned.
"Are you okay, sir?"
But Zelic didn't answer, merely turned and lay, facing the wall as the
cruiser 
flew on through the desert night. 

CHAPTER-7 
acts of kindness 

Daniel stopped, his left hand raised. At once the patrol came to ahalt, theyounger boys looking about them nervously. It was midday and the townwas directly below them, the river bisecting it like a line of moltensteel. Behind them a wooded slope climbed to meet the lower slopes of the greatrange.A road led down toward the bridge. For the first few hundred metres itwas merely a strip of tarmac, running through the untended scrubland, andthen the houses began, only one or two at first, and then, as the groundflattened out nearer the river, a solid mass of buildings - traditional Han houseswith red-tiled roofs and high walls - intersected by endless littlealleyways.China on the Rhine. Through the longsight of his visor, Daniel studied the streetsalongside theriver, noting how little activity there was down there. Normally thosesame streets would be crowded at this time of day, the traders' stallssurrounded bybustling life, but today there was barely anyone about Something waswrongRebels. It had to be. Daniel turned, looking to his boys. It was hot in the suits and theywere sweating, and not merely from the heat, but all eyes were on him now.He was their leader and they trusted him. Worshipped him, if the truth betold. "Come," he said simply. "We're going down."There was no need to tell them to be careful. They knew that And theyknew as well as he that something was wrong.You could tell that by the absence of the golden-eyed. They knew whensomethingwas about to happen - knew and got out of the way.As they started down, the boys fanned out, two at the front, four inthe middle,two at the back, forming a broad hexagonal shape, as Daniel had taughtthem. Daniel himself was on the right at the front, Robbie, a twelve-year­old, to hisleft If they were going to be ambushed, it wouldn't be here, it would bedeeper in.The rebels would use alleyways and balconies and windows. Two, maybethree, ofhis patrol would be dead before they even knew they were in a fightWhich was what made this worse, in many ways, than the Garden. There,at least,you knew that the threat was ever-present Here it was the longueursthat killed. You could only remain tensed and alert for so long, and then you wouldrelax. Your attention would drift And at that moment they would hit you.Unseen assassins. Snipers.They passed the first few houses. The town below them seemed deserted,but one could sense the people behind their shuttered windows, or lying ontheir floors,silent and fearful, listening as they passed by.Daniel glanced back. They looked good. Confident. Professional. Morelike men than the boys they were. That much he could be proud of. But they hadyet toface a real fire-fightTests. That seemed to be all there was to their lives. The thought brought back a memory, something from when Daniel had beenin de-briefing. It was towards the end of the process when, hisinterrogation at anend, they had given him the freedom to exercise in the gym. Under thewatchful eyes of the guards, he had spent that last month slowly working his wayback to fitness. After the inactivity of the cells the exercise made him feelgood; madehim feel human once again. But there was another reason why he likedthose sessions, for if he climbed to the very top of the rope he could seeout throughthe narrow windows and glimpse the prison's cobbled yard and the gate.That tiny glimpse of life - of a world carrying on outside -lifted hisspiritsafter the long months of isolation. The world,for him, had shrunk tothe lengthof a single corridor. Now it expanded again, hinting at unlimitedhorizons. It was at one of those moments, while he hung at the top of the rope,grippingit tightly, that he saw one of the young guards - a blue-eyed young manwho,while he'd never spoken to Daniel, seemed somehow less hostile than theothers -go to the gate and, putting his hands to the bars, appear to takesomething.For a moment Daniel hadn't understood. What the guard held was smalland white,yet he didn't make any attempt to stash it away in a pocket. Only whenthe youngguard lowered his mouth to it and kissed it did Daniel realise what itwas. A hand. It was a young girl's hand. And now that he knew what to lookfor, hecould make out the shape of her on the far side of the barred gate.That moment's tenderness had shocked him more than if the guard had puta guninto the girl's mouth and blown her head off. Shocked him, because hehimself had never known such tenderness. The nearest he had come was the comfort of another boy's arm about him as he slept, the brief physical pleasure of another boy's cock inside him. Nothing permanent Nothing ... deep. Andcertainly nolove. No love. Yes, that was what shocked him. The realisation that he livedin a no-love universe. That he existed ... and nothing more. He and severalthousand boys like him. Surviving day by day in the camps.Again and again, he saw the young guard's lips come down and kiss thattinywhite hand. And each time the shock of it seared him for, like the tinyglimpseof the world outside he got each time he climbed to the top of therope, ithinted at a great world outside of himself that he did not know. Aworld filled to overbrimming with love.In another universe to this ... "Keep tight," he said quietly, reminding himself where he was.To either side the houses were dosing in. A high grey wall was to theirleft now, on their right a row of shops, their shutters down. Just ahead thefirst of several alleyways crisscrossed the road.Daniel raised a hand. At once they stopped.Why go straight down? Why not cut across?He narrowed his eyes, thinking it through. They had to cross the river,for their orders were to report to the camp at Abendorf, and that was onthe far side of the river, but that didn't mean they had to go straight there.Theycould make for the great square beside the yatnen, then head back alongthe waterfront That way, at least, they'd have the river at their back andonly oneside to defend. If the rebels didn't hit them before they got there.He decided he would take the risk. Daniel gestured toward the left and made the signals which meant "formup tight"and "at a trot". There were nods. "Okay. Lefs go."The alleyway was deserted. As they came out into the next street, theyhad a glimpse of someone disappearing into a doorway, otherwise it too wasempty.A single shot rang out. Distant. Down by the river, if he was anyjudge, thoughthe echo from the surrounding hills made it hard to be sure.Daniel pulled the patrol up. They crouched there, their eyes searchingthe surrounding windows and balconies, their gun barrels searching formovement. For a moment nothing, and then another shot rang outSnipers, Daniel thought, a shiver going down his spine.A count of five, and then the rapid stutter of automatics opening up, followed by the booming concussion of a grenade. A patrol. There had to beanother patroldown there. "Come on!" he yelled, turning and heading down the street, the riverdirectlybelow him. "Someone's in trouble down there!" As they came within fifty metres of the river, Daniel stopped. Thegunfire hadbeen heavy, but now, suddenly, it ceased.Too late, he thought, unclipping a grenade from his belt"Stay there," he whispered, indicating that they should take cover andkeep low.'Til go look."Crossing over to the nearest house, Daniel went through an open gateand up aset of stairs. Then, crawling along abalcony, he peeked out through agap in thestone balustrade. Bodies. Two, no three of them, lying in the roadbetween the Customs House and the river. They had already been stripped and weresemi-naked. Daniel moved a little, altering his view, and saw a fourth body, suitedthis time, two young Han crouched over it, removing the suit Nearby was acart On it were several combat suits and a pile of weapons.Careful to make no noise, Daniel eased back a little, slipping thebarrel of his gun into the gap. His finger brushed the trigger, putting the mostgentlepressure on it as he squinted through the sight Two shots should do it"Lin Pei!" One of the crouching Han looked up at the call, combing his black hairaway fromhis eyes as someone came across.Daniel felt a moment's elation. The woman was wearing a fighter's one-piece andher greying hair was tied back in a bun at the back of her head. Evenso, herecognised her from the films they'd been shown. It was her! As shestepped intothe cross-wires of his sights, he felt a little tremor go through him."Look!" she said, pointing down at the body. "Boys! The bastard'ssending outboys against us now!"Daniel tensed. One shot, through the head - that’s all it would take.And then he'd be a hero. Again.Unexpectedly, the body groaned. Daniel watched the woman kneel, herface filled with sudden concern. "Get Wu Ye over here at once! This one's alive!" Daniel moved the sight marginally, so that he now had it traineddirectly on theboy's head. He didn't know the boy, but he was determined not to letthe bastards take him. He was about to fire when the woman did somethingstrange.She put her hand under the boy's head and, lifting it gently, cradledit in the crook of her arm. "Lin Pei, give me some of your water."The young Han handed her a water bottle, then crouched, watching as thewoman placed the lip of the bottle to the boy's mouth. He drank a moment,then lapsedback, against her.As Daniel watched, she handed back the bottle, then, turning to lookdown at the boy again, began to gently stroke his brow."There," Daniel heard her say, "you're going to be all right now."There was something about the way she said it, something about the wayshe looked at him and smiled, something in the movement of her fingersagainst theboy's sweat-beaded brow, that made Daniel groan inwardly. His handtrembled now,making the cross-wires joggle.One shot That was all it took. He lowered the gun and sat, his back against the wall of the house.Lifting hisvisor, he removed his glove, then reached inside his helmet and rubbedat his eye. A slow, sighing breath escaped him.So that was her. His enemy. The one they'd been taught to hate anddespise.He closed his eyes and saw her, cradling the boy's head and placing thewater bottle to his lips, then, afterwards, stroking his forehead and smilingdown at him. Only now the boy was Daniel.He shuddered and flicked his eyes open, then crawled back to the gapand looked out She was still there. Still she cradled the boy's head and crooned tohim, evenas the doctor crouched over him, cutting at his armour to get to hisbloodied chest Daniel watched, grimacing as the boy's body spasmed, one leg kicking,before he slumped and lay still, dead.The doctor moved back slightly, shaking his head, and as he did, Danielsaw the woman's face, saw the loss there, and marvelled at it Why, she hadn'teven known the boy. And her eyes.He caught his breath. She was crying. The woman was crying, holding theboytight against her breasts and crying."You poor boy," she was saying, "you poor, poor boy."Daniel jerked back, away from the gap, as if he was watching somethingthat was forbidden. Then, trembling, afraid lest he drop his gun, he crawledover to the stairs, hurrying away. 
DeVore stood on the balcony, his hands resting loosely on the stonebalustrade,watching his creatures at play.In the shadowy darkness of the ancient hall they seemed more like giantmovingpillars than living beings, their great torsos bending and stretching,their great arms moving like whips as the tiny missiles flew between them,whistlingin the half-dark. It was a game they often played, and DeVore never tired of seeing it,for it demonstrated the skill and agility of the morphs as nothing else did.There were six of them in all, and they had formed a circle in thecentre of the floor, roughly ten metres from each other. At the start of the gameeach was given two tiny balls, made of sewn black leather and filled with tinymetal beads. Once the game began, they were to throw these at their fellows -each throw to be accurate, and between knee and shoulder height -the objectbeing totry and force an error.A dropped ball and you were out, and to signal that you were out, youdropped toyour knees and lowered your head.A simple game. Indeed, a child's game. But not when played by morphs.Between morphs this became a game of speed and dexterity ... and cunning. Forat times the attention of all might be drawn to one, and that one would find nottwo but ten balls hurtling towards him.Right now only four of the six were standing and the whizz and whistleof the balls through the darkness was like the singing of bullets in the heatof a fire-fight. There was the slap-slap-slap of caught balls, the gruntsand groansof the morphs as they hurtled them back at each other. Faster it wentand faster, until another cried out in dismay and knelt, bowing his head.Only three then, and the pace seemed to get faster yet, the whistle ofthe missiles like the circling of a bolas.A groan. Only two were standing now.DeVore leaned forward, excited, intent on seeing which would win asthey hurledthe missiles at each other like two ancient gun-fighters. Back andforth the missiles whizzed, back and forth at an ever-increasing pace.Then, suddenly, there was the slap as a ball whacked off a cheek, andthat was it There was a cry of triumph, a groan of dismay."Bravo!" DeVore cried, making them look up at him as one. "Well done,mychildren! But I've another game for you. A better game."He went down the broad marble steps. They were all standing again,shakingthemselves loose after their exertions, yet as DeVore stepped out amongthem -their comparative statures making him seem like a child among adults -theystopped and turned to face him, watching him attentively, their headsbowed in respect"I think if s time we paid our friend, Emily Ascher a visit."There was a murmur of delight at that"In the Wilds?" one of them - Jerud - asked. "Yes," DeVore said. "I've decided to sweep the whole northern section,valley byvalley until we find them. Then we go in ... and eradicate them.""If 11 take a month at least," another - Hiuden - said."Yes. But once if s done, if s done. And then ... America."DeVore saw how they liked the sound of that Via hidden cameras he hadwatched them talk among themselves and knew that they longed for action - thattheyhated being cooped up here in the city - but there had been little hecould do until now. But now, if what he'd heard was right, things were about to change.America was in turmoil once again. Young Egan had lost the westernseaboard and power was daily slipping from his hands. With the help of Coover andHorton -and others -he might destabilise things to the point where they'd haveto call off their blockade of Europe's airspace. And when they did...DeVore smiled inwardly. The moment they opened the skies to him he hadwon. For in that moment they would have surrendered their one and only advantageThis, then, was the endgame. And in the endgame he was supreme. Why,even that great Master of wei chi, Tuan TiFo, had not been as good as him when itcame to this final nip and tuck."Okay," he said, looking about him at his creations with pride and agrimsatisfaction. "Go and shower. And after, meet me in the War Room. Therewe shall make our plans." 
It was dark when they got to Abendorf and the gates of the camp wereclosed, but the Commandant seemed delighted to see them even so.Daniel saluted, then walked straight past the man, wanting only to finda bunk and the refuge of sleep. Behind him his patrol sneaked in, tired andbewildered,not quite sure what was going on.On Daniel's orders, they had hidden in the basement of a shop, waitingmore than two hours before they ventured out to the sight of the ambush.The bodies were gone. At first Daniel thought that maybe scavengers hadhad them. But then, walking over to the grass walkway that ran beside theriver, hesaw freshly-turned earth - a patch six metres by two - and understood.The rebels had taken the time and trouble to bury their victims.That, too, he had found something of a shock, for they had been taughtthat the rebels often tortured and then ate their victims. They had been toldthat theywere vicious and heartless and that nothing was beyond them. But he hadseen her with his own eyes now. He had seen that look on her face -a look ofsuch suffering and regret that it had reversed in an instant all he hadpreviouslybelieved about her. Lies. He knew now. It was all lies. Daniel sat there on the edge of his bunk, in full armour, staringstraightahead, while all about him the boys removed their combat suits, movingsilently,loath to disturb him. He was still sitting there when the Commandantcame in. "Mussida? Are you all right?"Daniel looked up, then stood, coming to attention. All about him hisboys didthe same. "Well?" the Commandant asked, trying to make sense of his mood. "Didsomethinghappen out there?"Daniel's eyes met the Commandant's briefly. It was impossible to tellthe truth. "Nothing, sir. I felt... fatigued, thaf s all""Ah..." The Commandant seemed satisfied with that "We lost a patrol,"he went on. "At least, there's no sign of them yet"Daniel nodded. "Is there... anything I can get you, Daniel? For your team?"He almost smiled at that It was strange how things had changed sincehe'd come back from Eden. Now they deferred to him."They're hungry, sir. Maybe ... something special?"The Commandant grinned broadly. "Of course! I'll send something downfrom my ownkitchen." He hesitated, then, "Well, we'll leave the report to themorning, neh? 
You must be tired." "Sir." When he'd gone, Daniel sat again. But if he thought that was it, he waswrong.Closing the door, his twelve-year-old lieutenant, Robbie, turned toface him. "Daniel?" Daniel sighed. He could sense all the others listening, and knew whattheywanted. "Yes, Robbie?""What did happen out there?"He looked up and smiled sadly. "Why should anything have happened?"Robbie glanced about him, then, steeling himself, looked back atDaniel. "After the shooting. You left us to see what was going on, and when you cameback... well, you were changed. It was like ...""Like what?" Robbie shrugged.He hated lying to them. Even so, it was lie or tell the truth, and hedared not tell the truth. He might as well put a gun to his own head."The truth is," he began, "I saw something sickening. So sickening that ... well, I'd rather not mention it It ... disturbed me."They were staringat him now, shocked. Only a moment before they had thought him invulnerable,more a machine than a man, and now ..."What... kind of thing?" Robbie asked.But Daniel shook his head. "You don't want to know." But he knew they would speculate; would fill the gap he'd left with themost lurid imaginings. Something so hideous that it would instantly become"the truth". But the truth was worse in a way. For the truth was that theywere all living a lie. It was not The Woman who was their enemy, it was The Man.The truth was they were all living in some hideous inverted mirror ofreality,wherein black and white had been reversed. Out, he told himself, looking down at his gloved hands. I've got to getout. But how? And even if he did get out, how did he stop them followinghim? How did he get the tracing wire out of his head?If there's a way to put in, there's a way to get it out.He just had to find out how. Yes, and where it was done. And who did itAnd then ... Daniel looked up. They were still all watching him, taking their moodfrom him -patterning themselves on him. He was their hero. Their model. What hedid mattered to them. "I'll be okay," he said, looking from face to face and smiling. "A good 
meal and 
we'll all be okay, neh?"
And slowly, tentatively, their faces began to mirror his, until
everyone was
smiling.
Daniel nodded, letting the smile remain on his lips. Yes. All was well
again.
All was ... 

DeVore cried out even as he sat up, the dream so vivid that for a
moment he felt 
the blow strike the side of his skull and split it.
Emtu, sleeping beside him, sat up and, reaching across, held him as he
calmed. 
"What was it?" she asked, her eyes searching his.
"Karr. It was Karr. He ... 
"Killed you again?"
DeVore nodded, then, shrugging off her arms, climbed from bed and went
through
to the bathroom, switching on the shower.
She went across and stood in the doorway, watching him. "What do you
think it 
means?" 
"It means nothing," he answered, annoyed that she should ask "If s just
a dream,
that1 s all." 
"But you've had it several times now."
"So?" He switched the water off and turned to face her. "Karr's light-
years from
here. Literally. We'll never see him again. So the dream means
nothing."
"Dreams always mean something," she persisted.
"Bollocks!" 
As he came to the doorway he stopped, staring angrily at her, his face
pressed
close to hers. "Just leave it, okay? If s a dream, and only a dream. If
it 
worries you, I'll have the surgeon purge it, all right?"
She nodded, averting her eyes as he continued to stare aggressively at
her. 
"Good," he said finally. "Besides, if there's anyone who's going to be
smashing
skulls, if s me. I'm good at smashing skulls. I've smashed a whole
fucking
mountain of them in my time!"
And with that he turned away.
"Yes," she said softly, almost inaudibly, watching him walk over to the
wardrobe 
and begin to dress. "You're the best The very best, my love." 

Daniel jerked awake. He was wearing only his breech-cloth, but for a
moment he 
had thought he was still in full armour. He had been sweating profusely 

and his limbs felt like they were encased.Sitting up, he looked about him at the tiny dormitory. On every sidethe boysslept on, their faces innocent in sleep, their soft snores filling thehalf dark. Something had woken him. Something ...He went very still, realising what it had been. The answer. He had theanswer suddenly.For a moment longer he sat there, letting his pulse return to normal,his breathing slow, then he slipped back beneath the thin cloth blanketHoracek. Horacek was the key. 
A single huge arc lamp illuminated the yard, throwing its bright glareover the entrance to the barn. Both of the massive doors were thrown back, andas the bigcart lumbered into the yard men came out from the darkness within tohelpunload. As the cart ground to a halt, Horacek jumped down, immediatelyorganising themen, gesturing and shouting in his strange, high-pitched voice.At once they began their gruesome task, taking the bodies from the cartand stacking them inside, men to the right, women to the left, children andthose too disfigured to make such distinctions, in the darkness at the farend of the barn. It was still warm despite the hour, and as Horacek stood watching, hefanned himself, using the clipboard on which were written the latest figures.It was going well. At long last, his campaign against the southernvillages washaving its effect They knew now. If they sheltered even a single rebel,theywould pay the price.The probes were the key to it, of course. Since he'd been using them tospy uponthe villagers, his success rate had rocketed. He had been able to goamong themand, rounding them up, show them the unarguable evidence of theirduplicity. Buthe had been careful to kill only a number of them. One in six. The restwere spared deliberately - so that word of what had happened would spreadthrough thesouthlands. Even so, there were still those who took the risk and defied him. Andso he continued to go amongst them, like a vengeful god exacting justice. 
As the last few bodies were carried inside, Horacek wandered over tothe two white-coated men who were standing by the gates, looking on."Fresh tonight," he said, grinning his hideous, lop-sided grin."Good," one of them said, turning to him. "But you ought to think aboutrefrigeration. On nights like this ..."" You think about it," Horacek answered him curtly. "I do my bit you doyours.Besides, if s only for the camps."The two men looked to each other, exchanging a glance that Horacekdidn't quiteunderstand. Were they providing meat for other markets now? If so,maybe heshould up what he was charging?"Here," the second of them said, as if reading his mind, quicklyhanding him abag of coin. "Silver. As we agreed."Horacek held the bag up in one hand, as if calculating its weight, thennodded. "Good," he said. "Tomorrow, then.""Tomorrow." He turned and walked away, past the cart and out of the yard, his sixbodyguardsfalling in about him as he walked down through the empty streetstowards the centre of the town. His men would see to the cart He had what he'd come for. It wouldn't do, of course, to be too greedy. But no one would miss afew bodies. And if they all did well out of it, then why should anyone care if hemade a profit or not, least of all The Man. After all, DeVore had more than heneeded. Indeed, sometimes he thought DeVore had no interest in money at all,except inso far as it allowed him to continue his campaigns.Horacek looked about him at his men. For once he felt like sharing hisgoodfortune. "Okay," he said, "you've worked hard for me today. If s time we hadsome fun. Lef s go to Ti Yu, neh? On me."There were broad grins and nods of gratitude Ti Yul It was well beyondtheir reach. This was unlooked-for generosity!Horacek smiled. If you treated your men well then they looked afteryou. Andlittle treats like this helped But not too often. It wouldn't do tohave them expect this kind of thing all the time.No. Just now and then. When they'd done particularly well.Grinning now, the heavy coin bag swinging back and forth in the pocketof his tunic, Horacek led them on down the empty,lamplit street, towards theglisteningline of the river, and towards the great dungeon-like cellars of the TiYu club, where, if you had the money, you could buy anything.Anything at all. 
A great cheer went up from all around the exercise yard as Danielmarched his patrol towards the gate, boys crowding the mouths of the tunnels andhangingfrom the windows just to get a sight of him.His own boys were grinning, their visors up, pleased to bask in hisreflected glory - part of Daniel's team - and as they passed out under the gate,more than one of them raised an arm to acknowledge the cheers and whistles.And then they were outside again, on the road that led down throughAbendorf itself and out into open country.Daniel turned, looking back at the camp. The land dipped here, goingdown into the valley before it climbed again, so they would be in sight of thecamp fortwo, maybe three, kilometres. After that, however, thick woodlandobscured the view from the camp walls. There he would leave the road and head east,because he wasn't going straight back. First he would pay Horacek a visitThey walked briskly, keeping up a business-like pace while the sun waslow and it was less than thirty minutes before they reached the point, deepwithin the cover of the woods, where he wanted to leave the road."Okay," he said, turning to face them. "I didn't want to say anythingbefore now, but we're on a special mission."Daniel saw how their eyes lit at that and felt a twinge of guilt,knowing theywould believe anything he said."I had to keep quiet about this, but now Til tell you. We're headingeast, tomeet up with Marshal Horacek."That news, he saw, was less pleasing. None of them liked Horacek. Andfor goodreason. They had seen his methods at close hand, when he'd visited thecamp."And don't worry," he added, looking from one to another. "I shall bedealingwith the Marshal. You have only to get me there."Relief, and newdetermination. "Okay," he said, smiling now. "So our brief is simple. We move quicklyand trynot to be seen. We rendezvous with Horacek and then we go back to thecamp. Ifall goes well, no one will know about our little detour. Right?""Right!""Good. Then lef s go. We've eight kilometres to make." 
One of the golden-eyed, standing just back from the shadowed window ofthe ruined hut, saw them as they passed, moving quickly, silently along thegullythat cut between the trees. Eight boys in heavy armour, the sunlight,filteringdown through the branches, glinting off the hard edges of their suits.Taking a step forward, he rested his hands against the cool stone ofthe window ledge, and as he did, he felt a strange yet familiar sensation griphim. There was a flash of pure vision. The trees, the gully, the boys - allvanished. All, that was, but the largest of the boys, who now strode along aloneon a grassy slope. And as he walked he appeared and then disappeared, timeand again,his progress across the slope like a sequence of intercut films. Therewas laughter just out of vision and the dapping of hands. And then the boyturned and smiled. Abruptly the vision faded and was gone.Below him the gully was empty now. Only the faintest sound of bootedfeet on leaves came back to him, and in an instant that too was gone.Daniel. The boy had been called Daniel.He frowned, then turned, looking back into the room, wondering what thevision meant. 
Daniel crouched by the wall, the boys spread out in a line to eitherside of him, waiting for him to give the order. Two big container vehicles -half-tracks with refrigeration units - were at the end of the lane, some twohundred metres distant Beyond them men in bright green one-pieces were movingto and fro between the compound and the lane, loading the second of thevehicles. Daniel ducked down, then unfolded the map and studied it again.According to themap, there was nothing here. Nothing, that was, except an old ruinedbarn. So why the vehicles? Why the armed guards?The vehicles belonged to SimFic, the entertainments company. At least,they hadthe double helix logo on the side. But what in the gods' names wereSimFic doingout here at the edge of town?Time was pressing, and he knew he really ought to be moving on if hewas to see Horacek and get back. But this was intriguing. This was the kind of thing thepatrols had been designed to observe.If SimFic were working with the rebels, then maybe someone ought toknow? Or maybe not.Daniel looked down, frowning. Before yesterday, he wouldn't even havethoughtabout it, but now he couldn't think of anything else.What was he fighting for? To cleanse the world of rebels? To bringabout that "New World" they had all been told so much about? But what kind of "NewWorld" was it that had no compassion? And what kind of creatures were beingbred to live in it? Daniel looked along the line, giving the signal to hold position. Atonce the boys relaxed, turning to slump against the wall, taking the opportunityto rest,their weapons propped between their knees.They were good lads, and in another world they might have made fineadults. But not in this world. Not in a world modelled upon Horacek and his like.There was the sound of huge doors slamming shut, then a call. Bootsclangedagainst the metal sides of the vehicles as men climbed up. Then, thetwo enginesstarted up, sputtering into life, then giving a deep, throaty roar.There was a strong smell of diesel, the crunch of gears being engaged, and then thefirst vehicle started away.He waited until it was silent in the lane once more, then waited alittle longer, listening. Only then, when he was quite sure that no one hadstayed on,did he poke his head up and look.The lane was empty, the gate to the compound closed."Come on," he said, straightening up, "lef s go and have a look." 
At first he thought the barn was empty. There were dark stains on thebare earth floor, which, on closer inspection, might have been blood, but withoutanalysisit was hard to tell. Then, in the shadows at the far end of the barn,they madetheir discovery.At first glance Daniel thought that they were sacks of some kind. Theywere certainly stacked like sacks. But, shining a torch on them, he saw atonce what they were.One of the boys helped him carry one of the tiny bodies across and layit down in the light Daniel raised his visor, then knelt, examining the corpse. The girl wasfive,maybe six years old. She had been killed by a single bullet to the sideof the head. Her hands were still bound behind her back and there were bruises on her forearms. Her feet too were bound, at the ankles, and one of herfingers hadbeen broken. Daniel swallowed, strangely moved by the sight of her. Her long blondehair was caked with blood and it was impossible to tell whether she had beenpretty ornot, so much of her face had been blown away, but he could imagine howshe'd been. Could imagine her playing; could see her running, laughing in thesunlightExecuted, he thought. But why?They carried others across and examined them. They were all the same.All of them had been bound hand and foot, then killed by a single shot to thehead. Detaching himself from what he was doing, Daniel began to search thebodies,looking for papers. Almost at once he found an ID card.The girl wasfrom Lorrach, near Basel. One of the southern villages, bordering the Wilds.He quickly searched the other bodies. Not all of them had papers, butthose who did were all from the southern villages.So what was going on? And what was SimFic's involvement?He thought back to what he had seen in the lane and nodded to himself.There had been shortages for years now. Indeed, he was hard put tothink of a time when there had not been shortages, and not just in the camps. Butif this was systematic, then things had worsened considerably.Supposition, he told himself. Maybe they're taking them off to burythem. Then why not bury them here? Why bother with the trucks, the guards andall? Whyget SimFic involved in what was clearly a security matter?Another thought struck him. If they'd left these then the trucks musthave been full. There must have been no room for them. Or maybe they were comingback for them. Maybe ...He understood. This wasn't a one-off. This was systematic.Business as usual. "Okay," he said, "lef s put them back.""Can't we ...?" Daniel turned. Robbie was standing there, his gun hanging limply fromhis righthand as he stared at the tiny bodies."Can't we what?" The boy turned, looking to Daniel. "They're just kids, Daniel. Can't we ... 
well, bury them?"Kids. And what were they?"No," he said sternly. "We stack them back where we found them, andthen we forget we ever came here, right?"There was no answer. "Right?' he insisted, looking about him.."Right!" But the enthusiasm was rote, not real. This had touched them,disturbed them, the same way he himself had been touched.He was glad that was so. Was glad that they saw what he saw. But itmade thingsdifficult"Come on now! Move!" Daniel watched, pained by the looks they gave him, steeling himselfagainstthem. Personally, he wanted to burn the place down - to take the flamerand destroy all trace of it. But then questions would be asked. And ifanyone wasgoing to ask questions, it was going to be him."Come on!" he barked, angry now. "Lef s stack them and get out ofhere!" Children. The bastards were killing little children now. Tying them upand shooting them.Yes, he thought. But then, what's new? 
Horacek yawned and stretched, then sat behind his desk, staring atDaniel, whostood there at ease, his legs apart, his hands clasped behind his back.It was a cold, predatory stare that seemed to have nothing human in itwhatsoever, and,facing it again, Daniel thought it strange that he had not understoodthingssooner than he did. It was not simply Horacek's physical appearance,which -after his experience in the furnace - was ghastly enough, it was theessence of the man. Evil. This little bastard was evil incarnate. To Horacek's left, suspended from the ceiling of the room, hung a viewscreen. On it, like a scene from hell itself, two naked men were laughing astheysadistically tortured a young boy, hurting him even as they used him topleasurethemselves. "You'll excuse me, Daniel," Horacek said, yawning again, "but we had alongnight" He gestured towards the screen. "Ti Yu ... They let you take atape of itaway."Daniel gave the slightest nod, as if all was normal."But anyway," Horacek continued, pushing back from the desk, "why are you here,Daniel? I thought you were meant to be out on patrol?""I am," he answered. "But I had to see you.""Yes?" Horacek looked intrigued. "I can't see why. Or if you did, whynot gothrough normal channels?""Because I don't think either of us would welcome that"Horacek's goldeneyesflickered momentarily. He was clearly trying to work out what this was
-threat 
or offer - and it was just as clear that he couldn't figure it
"I'd like to give you something."
"Give me something?" Horacek's face stretched in the parody of a smile.
Then he 
laughed. "What on earth could you give me,
Daniel?" "What does he want... more than anything else?"
"To end the blockade?" 
"Aside from that." 
Horacek shrugged.
"The Woman," Daniel said. "Alive."
Horacek sat forward, suddenly alert "How?"
"I go in and get her. And bring her out"
"And then?" 
"I give her to you. And you... you give her to The Man. As a present"
Horacek's mask-like face split in a smile. "Only one problem with that.
How do 
we control her?" 
"We wire her. In fact, if you'll teach me how, I'll do it for you
before I bring
her back." 
Horacek thought about it then shook his head again. 'Too risky. If
something
went wrong ..."
"Have you lost your nerve, Marshal?"
Horacek stood, his whole body bristling with anger, his voice cold with
threat 
"What do you mean?"
Daniel faced him out. "I thought you were a man who liked taking risks.
I 
thought..."
"You thought what?"
"I thought..." Daniel steeled himself inwardly, then said it "I thought
we might
make a good team, you and I."
Horacek stared at him a long while, a smile slowly forming on his black
and 
rigid lips. "You know, I think we just might. Why, with my intelligence
and your
talent for killing..." He stopped, then sat again, steepling his
fingers before
him as he looked at Daniel. "I've been watching you a long time now.
Studying
you. And you know what? You're the perfect weapon, Daniel Smart, great
instincts, but...""But?"
"But you need ... directing."
Daniel felt a chill go through him at the thought On the screen one of
the men 

was kneeling over the boy now, grimacing as he tightened a loop of wireabout the boy's neck. The boy's face was turning purple like a bruise, theveins on the side of his neck standing out like cords. And all the while thesecond guardcontinued to thrust hard into his narrow buttocks, until his brutalface contorted in an agony of pleasureMy world, Daniel thought. The universe I inhabit.He tore his eyes from the image of the dying boy and met Horacek's eyesagain."So will you show me?""Show you?""How to wire her." Horacek was silent a moment, then he nodded. "Okay. But you must dosomethingfor me first, Daniel. You must swear an oath to me ... an oath ofpersonalloyalty, to me before all others."Daniel met his eyes unflinchingly, conscious of the immense darknessbehind their golden surfaces. "And The Man?"Horacek came round the desk and stood before him, looking up intoDaniel's face. "You want to work with me, Daniel?""Yes." "Then forget The Man. Now, will you swear?"Daniel stared back at him long enough to read the ambition, the burningenvy ofDeVore that dwelt in the dark depths of those golden eyes, then,lowering hishead, he knelt and, taking Horacek's outstretched hand, kissed the ironring."I swear." 
A cold wind blew across the launching field as DeVore stepped down fromthe tower and greeted his creatures.Sixty of his morphs stood there, in lines of ten, their huge spacehelmets tucked beneath their arms, their long, massive bodies made to seem evenmore gigantic by the rust-coloured spacesuits they wore.Beyond them, on thefar side of the field, a dozen spacecraft waited, their hatches open, like hugemetallic spikes pointed at the late evening sky.Stepping up onto the platform, DeVore felt an immense pride. They hadpreparedfor this for months, yet if they felt anything now that the time hadcome, theydid not show it In that they were the perfect servants, obedient to afault. Even so, like his boys, they were only a stepping stone to something better. Beyond them, in the future, lay other, finer creatures. And beyondthose ... DeVore shivered, feeling the black wind at the back of him, like a galeblowingfrom the heart of nothingness.His vision had no bounds. Exaggerated evolution, that was his aim. Aperpetualpushing back of the frontier. And in that process these creatures thathe'd made 
-fine as they were -were but a start, an inkling of what was to be.Oh Brave New World that has such creatures in it... He smiled at the thought Shepherd had sent him the book only two nightsback,and he had read it at a sitting, intrigued that someone - a mere human,who had lived before the modern age - could have seen how it would be. Even so,his own dreams went beyond that Brave New World, to a bright clean future inwhich his new creatures - his Neumann - had spread out to fill the entire galaxy.And galaxies beyond.He recalled what Shepherd had said and felt a tiny ripple ofsatisfaction. That's what Hike about you, Howard. Your dreams are so modest.But greatness had no call for modesty, as Shepherd himself well knew.And his own greatness lay in just this - that he could see beyond the day, toother,brighter days, far in the future. No. He was not limited as these time-bound creatures were limited, for he not merely dreamed, he could fulfil hisdreams. Worlds without end, Amen ...He looked out over the lines of earnest, expectant faces -long, inhumanfaces that were almost abstract in their form - and nodded. "The time has come," he said, raising his voice above the noise of thewind. 'Tonight we shall smash the American satellites and end their blockadeof CityEurope. Tonight..." he paused, "tonight we start a whole new age."He saw how they looked back at him, self-contained and proud, the verypictureof determination. They knew that this was effectively a suicidemission; evenso, they would do their best for him. And if they perished in theprocess, thenthey would do so without question.So they were. So he had made them.As you made the others?Again they were Shepherd's words. And again the bastard was rightBriefly DeVorethought of Tybor and the other rebel morphs. Those too he had made. Butsomething had gone wrong.Well, maybe he would have Shepherd look at it sometime and see if he could puthis finger on the problem. For he had looked long and hard and still hehad no proper explanation. Not one that satisfied. Their genetic programminghad been no different from these sixty creatures, nor were there special factorsin their nurturing that could have made them different - and yet different theywere. Twisted, somehow.He pushed the thought aside, returning to the task in hand."You know what you have to do," he said, his voice hard, his eyesgleaming now,as if he saw it all in his mind's eye. "Yes, and you know how difficulta task it is. But there's one thing I've kept from you until now. One final,tiny yetall-important piece in the puzzle. I couldn't tell you before nowbecause I couldn't afford to jeopardise our operation but the fact is, we'vebreached American security."DeVore smiled, noting their surprise. 'That's right. We've agentsinside the American command centre, and those agents have promised us an envelopeof forty-five seconds in which the central control system will be down.For that brief time the crews of all eighteen satellites will be cut off fromtheir command centre and operating on manual control only. They'll beconfused and part of their attention will beon re-establishing a link to centralcommand, sothat's when we hit them. As many as we can. The more we hit, the betterour chances in the seconds after the system comes back on line. I've hadour strategists look at it, and they reckon that if we can hit ten of theeighteenin those first forty-five seconds then we've won."DeVore paused, placing his hands on his hips. "Thafs the theory. But Iknow youcan do better than ten. In fact, if I'm right about you - if you're asgood as Ithink you are - then there won't be a single satellite functioning whentheir system comes back up."There were smiles at that "Can you imagine it? One moment they've a fully operational securityumbrella,the next ... nada." He grinned. "You know, I'd love to be there intheir command centre when those screens come up again, wouldn't you? All that whitenoise coming through the speakers. All those fuzzy little white lines on thescreens. 
And if 11 all be down to you."
He paused, satisfied with the effect of his words, then nodded. "Okay.
You know 
what to do. Go to it." 
DeVore watched them turn and begin to make their way across to the
ships, then
jumped down, a feeling of pure elation flooding him. But that feeling
had little 
to do with the waiting ships or the perilous venture on which they were
about to 
set out 
No. He smiled now because a signal had come, at last, an hour back,
from Charon,
Pluto's cold twin, out there on the farthest edge of the system. There
where he 
had spent long years of exile.
A signal had come, twisting, folding its way between the universes,
tumbling in
and out of existence until it reached him here on Earth. And following
it,
threading its way along the same existent/non-existent path, a ship.
DeVore grinned, then pushed through the door, mounting the steps of the
tower,
his cruiser waiting on the pad above. 

"Robbie..." 
The boy stirred, then rolled over. "Daniel?"
"Shhh." Daniel placed a finger to the boy's lips, then eased back, away
from him 
as he sat up.
"What is iff' 
In answer, Daniel gestured towards the open doorway and the showers
beyond.
Robbie frowned. He'd been woken before now, by older boys, and taken to
the 
showers. But Daniel? He'd not thought Daniel was like that
A little shiver ran through him as he placed his feet on the cold stone
floor. 
Come on, Daniel mouthed. There's not much time.
He swallowed, then padded through, following Daniel into the shower
block. A 
single dull light at the far end threw blurred shadows over the stalls.
As he 
brushed past Daniel, Daniel quietly closed the door.
He turned, frightened now.
"Quick now" Daniel whispered. "Ican't trust anyone dse."
He was holding a knife. A finely-honed stiletto with a bone handle
Robbie took a step backward. "I... don't understand."
But Daniel seemed not to notice his fear. He walked past him and into
one of the 
stalls. "Come on," he hissed.
His legs feeling weak now, Robbie went across. Daniel was kneeling now.
As 
Robbie stepped up to him, he held out the stiletto.
"The scar," Daniel said, indicating the bright red line on his neck 

near the 
base of his skull. "I want you to cut it open for me. But careful. Just
part the
surface, okay?'
Robbie hesitated. What in the gods' names was going on? "I ...I can't."
"You must. Now quickly. I can do the rest."
He noticed the mirror on the floor by Daniel's side, the towel.
Grimacing, his hand trembling faintly, he placed the tip of the
stiletto against
the top of the scar.
"That's it," Daniel encouraged. "Now push. But gently. Just enough to
part the
flesh."He did as he was told, wincing as the blade cut neatly through,
the flesh 
parting like an opening mouth. Blood weeped from the wound, but Daniel
hardly
seemed to notice. 
"Good," he said, picking up the mirror and studying Robbie's handiwork.
"Now 
pick up the towel and hold it ready. Ill need it in a while."
Robbie watched, afraid and yet fascinated as Daniel, staring into the
mirror,
delved into his own head with the fine blade. At first he didn't 
understand. 
Then he gasped.
As the blade emerged, it drew out with it the finest of silver wires,
and at the 
end of that wire a tiny bulb, no bigger than a five fen coin.
"What is thai?' 
Daniel snipped the wire, then signalled to Robbie to place the towel
against his
head. Blood was flowing freely now.
"Can you sew?' Daniel asked.
Robbie hesitated, then nodded.
"Good. Then sew me up. There's a needle and thread up there on the
tray." 

CHAPTER-8 
to nineveh 
They had travelled all night, through the cool darkness of the desert
Now it was 
morning, and Li Yuan sat on a rock in the shade at the foot of the
great rocky
hollow, his hands bound, looking up at the two men who were guarding
him. 
He could see them just above him, standing on the uppermost ledge of
the rocky
depression, their slender figures silhouetted against the morning sky.
They had
their backs to him, but there was little chance of him escaping. Even
if he 
overpowered these two, there were more dose at hand. Besides, where
would he run 
to? There was nothing but desert out here.
They were young men, clean-shaven, the youngest barely out of his 

teens, andthey wore no uniforms, not even a sash or badge, only a strange tattoo,like a blunted spade or an upturned parasol, on their upper arms. There was nomistaking their earnestness, however. Run, they'd told him, and you'redead. And so he sat there, listening."He's late," the younger of them said impatiently. "He said he'd behere bynow." "He's probably busy," the other answered. "A lof s been happening.""Yes, but...""No buts, brother. We wait And when He comes, we do his bidding."The younger man fell quiet. The other turned, glancing down at Li Yuan,whistling to himself all the while.Whoever they were, they were astrange lotThey talked often of "He", and always with a strange, awed reverence,as if theyspoke of a Tang or an emperor of old. Yet he, Li Yuan, was the last ofthe emperors. And beside this other, he, it seemed, was as nothing.A cult They had to be a cult of some kind. And they had kidnapped him.To ransom him, perhaps.He almost laughed. Ransom, eh? Well, once he would have commanded atrue emperor's ransom - his weight in diamonds, maybe - but now ...Now I'm not worth a piss in a rusty tank.He looked down, smiling. It was strange how the expressions of thesebarbarians had rooted so firmly in his mind when so little else of theirs hadtaken hold. There was a blunt realism to many of their sayings that he foundattractive,almost Han. But when they found out his true worth? What then? Would they let himgo?Not a hope in hell, he thought, part of him already reconciled to hisfate. When they find I'm worth less than a bull's pizzle, then they'll slit mythroat quicker than ... he searched for the name Zelic had used ... ah, yes,Jack Robinson. Briefly he had a vision of himself, there before the great white tabletin the walled garden of his father's palace in Tongjiang, in Sichuan Province,sprigsof white blossom in his jet-black hair as he stood beneath the Tree ofHeaven,the wind blowing from the mountains to the north.There where his father lay already, encased in pure white jade, hisbeautifullycarved tomb beside that of his elder brother, Han Ch'in, who had beenmurdered on his wedding day.Li Yuan shivered and looked down at where his hands grasped each other tightly.They were wild lands now, in the control of some Warlord or another,while he sat here on a rock on the far side of the world, a prisoner of fortune.And suddenly he knew. Knew, with a certainty that took his breath, thathe would never see that ancient walled garden again, nor lie with his ancestorsin the eternal silence of the family tomb.No. And no son of his would sweep his tomb and burn incense to hisdepartedsouls, for the great chain was truly broken, and he was like a ghost inthis land without ghosts.Li Yuan looked up again, swallowing bitterly. How quickly his mood hadchanged,like a weather vane, blown this way and that by the wind.So the mad felt, probably.Not that he thought himself mad. Not yetAbove him there was sudden movement The two young men stepped back,into the shadow of the rock A moment later Li Yuan heard the distinctive whine of a cruiser. A reconnaissance craft, perhaps, out looking for him. That was, if theyeven cared where he had got to. In all likelihood these rebels - if rebelsthey were
-had done his son-in-law a great favour in ridding him of such aburden. The sound grew louder briefly, then diminished. As it fell quiet againthe two men stepped out onto the ledge once more.The elder turned, gesturing towards Li Yuan. "Whatever happens, we'llmove him tonight.""To Isis?" "No. This one's being taken to Nineveh.""Nineveh?' Li Yuan saw how the young man turned, looking back at him, his eyesseeing himanew. "Who is he?" he asked, after a momentThe elder of them turned and smiled. "It doesn't matter, Jem. Who he isnow is not important. It is who he will become. In the pit all men shed theirformer selves ..." "Oh, I know the words," Jem interrupted. "But a Chink A fucking Chink!""Chinks are human, too, Jem. Cut them and they bleed.""And so does a coyote. But Nineveh ... are you sure?"The elder seemed about to reply, then broke off. Someone was coming."Heather," he said, greeting a young woman who appeared on the ledgecarrying atray on which was a steaming bowl, some bread and a leather waterbottle. "What's this?""For our guest," she said, letting them inspect the tray before they waved her through.She came down the narrow steps and stood before Li Yuan, then crouched,settingthe tray down. Then, as Jem covered her with a gun, she set aboutunbinding LiYuan's hands. Li Yuan looked up at her with a smile of thanks as he massaged each ofhis hands in turn. They had tied him tightly and there was a deep red welt abouteach wrist She had green eyes and, in her occidental way, an attractive face. Andshe too wore the tattoo - that strange bowl-like shape with a spike jutting upfrom it -on her upper arm."Eat," she said simply, handing him the tray and smiling. "You need tokeep yourstrength up."For a time he was silent as he broke the rough homemade bread anddipped it inthe soup. He ate and drank and felt much better for it Yet as he bentdown to place the tray on the ground, he winced, a sharp pain shooting throughhis back. Seeing it, the woman hurried round behind him and, unexpectedly, beganto massage his neck and shoulder muscles, her hands working their wayexpertly downhis spine, the tension easing from him almost as if by magic."There," she said, straightening up, then came round in front of himagain.Li Yuan looked up at her, his eyes seeking an explanation."We don't mean to harm you, Li Yuan," she said. "You'll understand intime." "Then why ...?"She placed a finger to his lips. "No questions." Then, with agentleness neitherof the guards had shown, she bound his hands once more, careful not topull theropes too tight"Later," she said as she picked up the tray and stood. "After Nineveh."And then she was gone. Li Yuan stared after her a moment. Then, notinghow the younger guard was scowling at him, he looked down, wondering. 
That night they moved him. Four men - one of them masked, as if to hidehis identity - came just before nightfall and, placing Li Yuan in a cart,bound his feet and tightened the bindings on his hands. Then, as the nightbefore, therewas a journey across the cooling desert, under a moonless sky that, toLi Yuan, lying on his back in the jolting cart, seemed dusted with a millionbrightstars. He thought at first they were taking him to Nineveh -wherever that was
-but from the few things he overheard, he quickly understood that things hadchanged.He was to go to Isis, after all.There "He" would come and speak with him.Li Yuan was tired and the motion of the cart lulled him; even so, hecould not sleep. There were too many questions left unanswered.Who were these people and what did they want with him? Were theyrebels, orfanatics, or what? Certainly they had a seriousness to them - a senseof purpose
-that he'd not witnessed among the Americans of the fortress cities.And certainly he had some part to play in their plans, or else why takehim? Whykeep him and transport him from place to place, unless ...?Unless what? Always and ever he ran up against a point at which he knew nothing. Andthat was by far the worst of it To be utterly in the hands of someone else. Tohave no say in where you went, or what you did, or what, ultimately, happenedto you.Li Yuan closed his eyes, feeling the bare wooden boards behind hishead, andwondered how much further he could fall before the earth swallowed him up?Down into Ti Yu, the earth prison, where the Great Warder of Hellhimself presided.The thought of it almost - almost - made him smile. Did he believe anyof that any more? Hadn't he seen enough of the world to know that hell was notbeneath the ground but up here on the surface? Or so Man could make it, just asMan could make a heaven for himself right here beneath the open sky.Manlived between the dark earth and the dark sky, in an illusion of light, andall his life was shadowplay. And in an instant - in less time than a bird takesto ruffle its feathers - it was over, and the darkness was all.So it was with illusions. Whereas reality ...Reality was this - this feeling of absolute powerlessness before forcesover which he had no control. And even emperors - even Tang - must bow tothose forces ultimately. To the eternal processes of nature, and to the truthof entropy.What did you do with your life, Li Yuan? 
The voice seemed like his father's, but he knew his father would neverhave asked him such a question. His father had had little time forintroversion. I guess I lost a world.The cart bumped on, over hard rock, climbing momentarily, then dippingdown into a long valley.The voice seemed surprised. Was it yours to lose, then?He had to think about that. It was given to me, by my father.So it was his? No. Not exactly. There were seven great Lords, you see, and betweenthem ... But the voice interrupted him, impatient with that answer.Who gave it to your father's father's father?Li Yuan frowned. No one gave it, exactly, he ...Stole iff Li Yuan's eyes flicked open. For a moment he had thought someone wasthere beside him on the cart, speaking to him. But the presence, like thevoice, hadbeen imaginary.He dug his heels into the board and struggled up, wedging his backagainst thetailboard of the cart, then shook his head.Voices. He was hearing voices now.Tiredness, he told himself, conscious that the light had changed - thatit was almost morning now. The voices are only a product of your tiredness, LiYuan. Yet for a moment, just before the end, it had seemed as if someone wasreallyquestioning him - pushing him to justify all that he was, and all thathe had once been.Thieves. Was that all that emperors were, when it came downto it? And was the Emperor merely the most successful of all thieves?Li Yuan shivered, then flexed his fingers, feeling the ropes pulltight, chafinghis wrists again.And so the thief was caught, finally, and brought to justice.The cart bumped on, jolting him, making him slip to the side and banghis head. Exhausted now, he lay there, staring up, up into the infinite night,and slowlythe night came down into him.And Li Yuan closed his eyes ... and slept 
Egan stood facing the full-length screen, his hands on his hips, barelyable to contain himself. "How the fuck could you have let them take him, Major? Have you nodefences whatsoever?" 
Major Lanier lowered his head. "It was not our fault, Master. CaptainZelic ..." "Was acting to make up for your deficiencies!" Egan quivered withanger. "If youhad taken proper precautionary measures in the first place, he wouldnot have had to have interceded!" Lanier glowered at that, but Egan wasn't having any of it"You'll scour the desert until you find him. And when you do - and ithad better be alive and in one piece - you'll bring him directly here, to Boston.""Master." "Now is there any other bad news you have to relate to me, or are youfinished for today?"Lanier licked at his lips, then shook his head."Then get to it, man, at once!"Egan cut the connection and turned. Li Kuei Jen was standing nearby,staring athim, his face filled with concern."Who could it be? Who would take my father?"Egan came across and held his wife's arms. "Don't worry, Jenny. We'llfind him. And when we do, we'll punish those who've taken him.""Unless they killmy fatherfirst" "Don't talk like that Don't give up. We'll find him and we'll bring himback here, and then all will be well."Li Kuei Jen looked up, meeting his husband's eyes. That was the thingabout Mark Egan. In essence, he was a child, with a child's responses to theworld. Oh, nota callous or whimsical child, yet still a child. His enthusiasms wereas a child's enthusiasms and he hoped and dreamed - and was disappointed -as a child was. "Come now," Egan said, smiling at him, "our friends await us."The banquet was in full swing. Anyone of importance in Boston's elitewas there,to celebrate their victory.Egan paused in the huge doorway at the top of the stairs, waiting whiletotal silence fell at the tables in the great hall below. Then he proceededdown, LiKuei Jen on his arm. As everyone in the hall stood, Han Ch'in, who hadthus far deputised for Egan, hurried across from the top table to greet them atthe foot of the steps.Han Ch'in bowed low. "Welcome home to Boston, Master," he said, loudenough forall in the hall to hear. "May I be the first to congratulate you on ahistoric victory."It was over the top, yet it was dearly working. All about the hall faces were beaming now, as if a victory really had been won. Eyes glowed withexcitement. All there wanted to be associated with this great success."Peace has been won," Egan said, smiling as he looked about him. "Nowwe must work to subdue the barbarians of the south." A great cheer went up at that, but Egan raised his hands, begging fortheir silence once again. As he did, one of the stewards came across with atray ofdrinks. Egan took two, handing them to Kuei Jen and Han Ch'in, thentook one himself. He raised it "But first let us celebrate this great triumph. Let us drink a toast toour armies in the west And to victory!"The roar was deafening, as a thousand glasses were raised. 'Tovictory!"Egandrained his glass then turned and, whispering into Kuei Jen's ear,said: "I think you're right, Jenny. I think we might ride the tiger yet!" 
Isis was a place between rocks. A natural circle of rocks that hid abowl of dark water some half a li across. And beyond that, a village was cutinto the rock itself, ledge after ledge of it, climbing the rock face.It was morning, and the slopes above the village were in sunlight, butwhere Li Yuan sat in the cart it was still in shadow. He shivered, cold for thefirst time since he'd been taken, and looked across.The men who had brought him were talking with other men; arguing, itseemed. Then, suddenly, it was resolved, and one he had not met before cameacross and,standing at the tail of the cart, stared at him as if to say, 'So thisis what a T'ang looks like, is it?'Li Yuan stared back at him. "Who are you?" he demanded.But the man did not feel obliged to answer him. He turned away, walkingback to those who had brought Li Yuan and making a dismissive gesture.There was momentary laughter.People were watching now, from the ledges and from windows.If he could, he would have stood, defying them, but it was hard to bedefiant when one's hands and feet were tied and one could not even move without fallingover. He dosed his eyes, deciding he would wait, as the sages waited, with apatienceborn of inner strength. Yet after a moment he found he had to lookagain. 
Someone was standing nearby, whistling a tune. Li Yuan laughed softly,
then 
tried to turn his head to see who it was, for he knew that tune.
It was "The Moon on High:'
Soft footsteps approached. The whistling stopped.
"Are you ready for me now, Li Yuan?"He knew that voice. Knew it, but
could not 
pin down whose it was. The same voice that had been in his head on the
journey
here. 
"Unbind me," he said quietly. "There's nowhere I can go, after all."
A moment's silence, then, "Not yet. The place must be prepared. Then we
shall 
meet... and talk." 
"Who...?" 
But the owner of the voice was no longer there. 

The feast was going well. Very well. Indeed, from the air of
celebration, no one
would have guessed that at that very moment, on the far side of the
continent,
half of their once-proud army was in chains, being marched across the
great
desert that lay west of the Black Hills, towards Eugene, a thousand
kilometres 
distant 
Four million men, of whom barely a third would reach their destination.
Egan, whose mind could think of nothing else, looked up, a pained
expression in
his eyes. Kuei Jen had nudged him.
"I beg pardon, I was ..."
He saw who it was. The blunt, misshapen head could belong to no one
else, nor
that strange, disfigured torso.
"Colonel Chalker," he said. "You have news?"
Chalker raised his head, his cobalt blue eyes - the coldest eyes of
anything,
man or lizard, Egan had ever seen - meeting Egan's own.
"Horton's ours," he said quietly. "I took him an hour back I have him
in the 
cells downstairs." 
Egan stood, then sat again, his hands still gripping the arms of his
chair. He 
wanted to go immediately; to tear from Horton what part he'd had in Li
Yuan's 
abduction, but there was still the banquet to think of. For once the
public face
mattered more than anything else.
"Well done," he said, keeping his own voice low. "Keep him safe for me,
Colonel. 
And once things are finished here, Til come."
Chalker"s eyes widened slightly. "Shall I begin without you, Master?"
Egan considered, then shook his head. "This once, no, Alan. I want to
hear every
word he utters, every last inflection in his voice." He paused, then. 

"We need to know who are our enemies, and who our friends."Chalker came smartly to attention, then turned and wentKuei Jen, at Egan's side, was quiet a moment, then leaned towards hishusband. "You called him Alan. Why? I've never known you use his name before."Egan smiled. Nothing escaped Kuei Jen. He leaned towards him,whispering intohis ear. "If s something you said, Jenny. We need every friend we canget rightnow, and who better to have on our side than Chalker. Gods, I'd hate tothink of him in Horton's pay! But I knew he wanted to set about torturing ourfriend Horton at once, and as I'd have to disappoint him there, I thought I'dgive himsomething.""A name." "Yes. Even the coldest fish likes to think he has friends." Kuei Jen nodded, then put his hand over Egan's. "You are wise, Mark.Now, makethe announcement. And don't fuck it up. Bad news first, good newssecond. Knock them down, then stand them up again. Take away something big ...""... and give back something small. I get the idea, Kuei Jen. Now quietwhile your Lord and Master speaks."Egan rose to his feet At once there was the clashing of a gong. Silencefell once more over the long rows of tables in the hall. All eyes were onthe king."Friends... citizens of the great state of America. Today we celebrate.Today weshare in the joy of a great success. But the job is only haif done. Wehave other enemies, other great battles to fight And that is why I havedecided to declare martial law ..." There was a shocked gasp, then uproar, but Egan simply raised his voice
-a microphone at his lapel switching in, channelling his voice to thespeakers allabout the hall, so that his voice suddenly boomed above the rest of thenoise."However, I make a solemn promise. That this situation will existonly solong as it needs to exist, and not a day longer.""And how long is that?" called a voice from Egan's right."A year. Maybe less. Until we have subdued the southern barbarians andmade a lasting peace.""And DeVore?" Egan looked to Harding, who had spoken."Nothing has changed," Egan said. "We shall continue to containDeVore." "But the expense..."Kuei Jen could see the flush at his husband's neck and knew he was inwardly furious that Harding should choose this public moment to question himabout policy. But Egan kept his temper. He answered Harding calmly, keepingall irritation from his voice. "We must bear the expense. Or see that bastard sitting on the throne ofAmerica. Is that what you want, Chancellor?""No. But might we not come to some arrangement with theman?" Egan smiled sourly. "One does not deal with DeVore. One fights or onerolls over like a whipped dog."There was moment's silence, then Egan turned again, looking out overthe main body of the hall, raising his arms."Friends, do not be afraid. I take these measures only for your good.To protectyou. For you, as much as I, are the State. And you, I'm sure, onceyou've hadtime to reflect, will see how sensible this measure is in the light ofwhat lies ahead." Egan paused. "Great sacrifices must be made in the struggle to come. Wewill be stretched... stretched almost to breaking point, yet we shall prevail,if we stay strong. And that is why I ask for your support in this measure.For if youare behind me then we must prevail."Maybe, Kuei Jen thought, looking up at his husband, immensely proud ofhim at that moment, but first we must survive the next two days. 
They took him to a cave below the lip of the great rock and sat him ona rock ledge. There they removed his blindfold and unbound him, then left him.It was a long, low-ceilinged cave. A single lamp burned in a cresset tohis left. It was cool and dry and smelled of cinnamon and spice.Alone in the half dark, Li Yuan sat and waited, listening to the slowdrip ofwater from the far end of the cave. The very sound of stillness.Outside it was night. A pitch black, moonless night Even so, he couldmake out the outline of the entrance, above him and to his right, shaped like aninverted shield, jagged on one side, smooth on the other.Li Yuan looked down, staring at his hands, remembering the heavy ringof iron he had once worn on the index finger of his left hand; a ring of power,symbol ofthe authority of the Seven who had once ruled Chung Kuo. His father'sring, and his father's before that. The same ring that now lay at the bottom ofthe Atlantic Ocean, where his son had thrown it.Li Yuan frowned, recalling Kuei Jen's words that day when they had leftCityEurope. "Chung Kuo is gone. We must learn to be ordinary people now."So it was. But though he had not been happy when he had worn the ring,he still could not understand how Kuei Jen had thrown it away so casually."Oh, it was far from casual."Li Yuan turned, startled. He had heard no one come into the cave. Thevoice -the same voice as earlier - came from the shadows behind him. He turned to face them, unable to discern a figure there."I am here, Li Yuan. But you cannot see me. Not yet. Not until you areready tosee me." "What is this?" Li Yuan asked. But he felt shaken. How had his interrogatorknown what he was thinking?"Oh, I know many things, my friend. All manner of things that you wouldrather have kept hidden."Li Yuan took a long breath, then, "How do you do that?""Tell what1 s onyourmind?" There was gentle laughter. "It is not hard, Li Yuan. You are asimple manwhen it comes down to it Oh, maybe not as simple as these Americans,but certainly no wiser.""You seem to take great pleasure in insulting me."There was a brief silence then. "No. No pleasure. And I meant no insultYet we are not here to flatter each other." "Then what are we here for?" "To find out what manner of man you are, and why you have wasted yourlife." "Wasted?" Li Yuan stood and took a step toward the voice. Still hecould not see the figure of his interrogator. "How do you mean, wasted?""You wish to argue otherwise?""I..." He paused, then backtracked. "I heard your voice... out in thedesert,coming here.""That is so." Li Yuan nodded to himself, then smiled, as if he suddenly understood."Speakers.You are using hidden speakers, aren't you? It is all tricks.Illusions." "If that explanation makes you happy.""But it is the truth, neh?"The same gentle laughter spilled out into the darkness, making Li Yuango rigidwith anger. He did not like being patronised."Too tense," the voice said, more familiar by the moment "You werealways too tense. Except with your maids. And there you had nothing to prove,neh?" Li Yuan jutted out his jaw, an ugly expression on his face. "What doyou mean,loo jen?""Only that a poor horseman always blames his animal..."Li Yuan closed his eyes, anger burning in him. Insults. Nothing butinsults. "... or kills it" His eyes flicked open, surprised that the old man knew so much abouthim. He had indeed killed his horses, but only to stop his pregnant wife fromriding."Rather drastic, wouldn't you say?"Li Yuan shook himself, as if to wake himself from a dream. "How ...?""... do I know your thoughts?" There was the rustle of silks, then, "Itis a power I have. To see clearly into the minds of others. For a long timeI had forgotten how, but now my powers have returned. The time is almost uponus, andthe way must be prepared.""The way?""Of that I cannot speak. Not yet. But you are part of it, Li Yuan, andmust be prepared for what lies ahead. You must be purged. Then, and only then,can yoube reborn." "It sounds ..." he sought for the word Zelic had used for some of theHan beliefs they had talked about, "... cranky.""Irrational, you mean?""That also." "And you were ever one for rational explanations, weren't you, LiYuan?" "The world is what it is," he answered, "subject to fixed laws.""That is true," the voice answered from the darkness, "but what if youdo not understand those laws, Li Yuan? What if those laws make the universequite otherthan you think it is. Your senses, after all, are limited.""Even so..." "Go to the pool, Li Yuan."The voice was commanding. Li Yuan stood."Behind you," the voice said. "Can you not hear the water dripping?"Li Yuan turned, then slowly walked across, stopping before what lookedlike a large, shallow bowl. The surface of it was black like ink.Staring down into it, Li Yuan shivered, the memory returning to him ofall the times he had stood beside the carp pond in Tongjiang, watching the darkshapesof the fish move slowly in the depths like circling thoughts.A drop of water fell. The dark surface rippled, then settled again. Itwas like looking into the pupil of an eye."Well, Li Yuan? What would you like to see?"He looked up, turning his head. It was as if the voice was at his shoulder now. More trickery, he guessed.Like this. This too, he suspected, was an elaborate trick."My mother," he said. "I'd like to see my mother."A drop of water fell, the surface rippled. As it cleared, the poolbegan toglow. Slowly an image formed.Two naked, sweat-wreathed bodies in the throes of passion, the manpressingdown, the tendons in his arms strained and rigid beside the woman'shead, hispowerful buttocks thrusting like a blacksmith hammering iron, thewoman's limbs embracing his flanks, her pert breasts moulded to his chest as shepushed up toreceive each penetrating stroke.And their faces ... Li Yuan gasped, realising what he was witnessing. He fell onto hisknees,horrified, but unable now to look away.A drop fell, rippling the surface, but still it went on.Slowly their movements grew more urgent, like two riders urging theirmounts on,each matching thrust more brutal and more desperate until, the musclesof their faces locking in mutual agony, their two bodies tensed and seemed toquiveragainst each other, their groins pressed as close as flesh permitted.And then a great spasm passed through them, making them shudder, as if an electricshock had been administered. Their mouths groaned silently as they strained to break down thenatural barriers of flesh, he into her, she into him. And then, when it seemedrelief would never come, she fell back, he expiring upon her. And there theylay, herhand about his neck, caressing him.Li Yuan shivered, astonished by the sight, amazed both by the brutalityof the act and the tenderness that followed. 'Thus were you conceived, Li Yuan."Yes, and thus had his father worshipped.his mother, and she him."You understand, then, Li Yuan?"He nodded, numbed by the knowledge. Oh, he had guessed how much hisfather had missed his mother, if only from his own feelings of loneliness, butnever -until this moment - hadhe known just how finally his father's world hadended that evening in the floating palace, high above Chung Kuo.Yes, ended, even as his own had begun.Beside that single loss, his own losses - all of them, piled high, oneatopanother - were as nothing, for he had never loved like that No, not 
even Fei 
Yen. 
"Ah, then, you do understand."
Li Yuan felt a hand gently touch his shoulder. There was the rustle of
silk and 
then the old man stood beside him. He turned, his eyes widening with
surprise.
"Tuan Ti Fo!" 
The old Master smiled. "So I am known to men. But I too have had to 
remember 
much that I had forgotten."
"Forgotten?"
"Look," Tuan Ti Fo said, pointing down into the darkness of the pool
once more. 
"Look and tell me what you see." 

There was a commotion at the main door to the hall. A group of stewards
were 
blocking the way of three men who seemed keen to gain admittance.
Excusing
himself, Li Han Ch'in got up and went across to see to the matter.
After the initial shock of the announcement, things had gone well,
particularly
when it became apparent that martial law would affect none of those
present in
the hall. For them it would be business as usual, but without the risk
of late 
night harassment by surly and dissatisfied citizenry. Kuei Jen's idea
of 
"special passes" for the privileged few had gone down well, taking the
edge off
a measure that might otherwise have provoked bitter opposition. And
when Egan
had gone on to speak of the planned campaign in the south, Kuei Jen had
felt the 
mood in the hall change dramatically, becoming bullish once more -
unrealistically optimistic.
And that was the trouble in the first place.
Over by the doorway voices had been raised. Han Ch'in's voice sounded
loudly.
"I don't give a shit what that says! You are not coming in, and thaf s
that!"Kuei Jen smiled at the person to whom he'd been talking, then
turned,
looking across.
Han Ch'in stood just in front of the line of stewards, arguing with one
of the 
newcomers, a Senior Advocate whom Kuei Jen recognised from court He
sometimes 
worked for Chancellor Harding and others of the older generation.
Egan leaned across and gestured toward the group. "Thaf s going on over
there? 
Are we expecting anyone else?"
"Not that I know of," Kuei Jen answered, dabbing at his lips with the
cloth. 
"I'll go and see." 

"What is it?" he asked his half-brother, as he stepped up to the group,
his long
dress trailing on the floor behind him.
Han Ch'in glared, then shook his head, handing Kuei Jen the document he
had been 
holding. It was a lawyer's affidavit
Kuei Jen read through it quickly, then glanced up, shocked, looking
past the
Advocate to meet the young man's eyes.
"It is true," the young man said, a strange depth to his voice. "I am
Josiah 
Egan, and I demand to be admitted."
Kuei Jen studied him a moment, noting the absence of wrinkling of the
skin, the
pure, almost infant freshness of its flesh tone. It was a perfect body,
more 
like a sculpture than something genuinely human, and the face, if
anything,
seemed not handsome in itself, but a mask of handsomeness.
All this was evidence. Yet it was the eyes that convinced Kuei Jea They
were 
clear and bright, a young man's eyes, and yet something ancient stared
out 
through them. Looking at them, Kuei Jen shivered, knowing that at last
it had 
been done 
Lifting his dress slightly, Kuei Jen curtsied low.
"Mister Egan," he said, straightening up and smiling, raising his voice
so all 
nearby could hear. "Welcome to our humble gathering. May I have the
honour of 
escorting you to the top table. Your grandson will be delighted to see
you
again." 

"Did you love your brother?"
Li Yuan looked up, meeting Tuan Ti Fo's eyes. Both men were seated now,
cross-legged, facing each other across the ink black pool.
TO NINEVEH 
"I idolised him." 
"And used him, too ..."
"Used?" 
"As an excuse, when things went wrong."
"No, I..."
Tuan Ti Fo's eyes were compassionate, yet his words, as ever, went to
the nub of 
things. So it had been this past hour.
"Think back, Li Yuan. How many times, when tilings did not go as you
desired,
did you not say to yourself, it is not my fault, I was not born to
rule. And 
again, with Fei Yen, did you not convince yourself that it failed not
through
any fault of yours, but because she was your brother's wife?"
"That is not fair!" 

"No?" Tuan Ti Fo looked down. At once the pool began to glow. A drop ofwater fell. The pool rippled and cleared, and as it did, Li Yuan foundhimself lookingat the image of the young Fei Yen, standing at the great window atTongjiang,her face anxious. There was no sound, but he could make out the wordsshe said as clearly as if he had heard them."Why has he left me here alone? Why does he not come?'A drop of water fell. The pool rippled once more as the image fadedinto black. "You neglected her, Li Yuan. She could have been everything to you.Yes, andwould have been, did you but know it But you did not value what youwere given.You never valued it It was always too easy for you.""Easy?" Li Yuan laughed scornfully. "It was never easy. There were somanyconflicting choices, so many enemies.""True. But also many friends. And advisors, too. Good men whom youmight havelistened to." Tuan Ti Fo shook his head, like a father chastising anerrant son. "You were given a world, Li Yuan. Yes, and the intelligence andcompassion togovern it But you did not value what you were given. You took it forgranted. Aswith Fei Yen, you had to lose it before you understood its worth."Li Yuan huffed impatiently, clearly put out by the old man's words."And that is how you see it, is it, loo jen? It was as simple as that?""I did notsay it wassimple, yet the underlying causes ..." He paused, then, leaning towardsLi Yuan asked gently. "When did it start, Li Yuan? When were you firstwounded?" "Wounded?" "Yes. When did the hurt begin?"Li Yuan was silent a moment, then, very quietly: "It did not begin. Itwas always there. I woke to life with it""Your mother..." "Yes." Tuan Ti Fo watched Li Yuan a while, then nodded to himself, his dark eyesthoughtful."When a man is hurt - hurt in the way that you were hurt, his naturescarred from birth - he can inflict much damage on those about him. That hurtcan be a poison, festering in him, making him a source of much corruption. Yetwhen an emperor - a T'ang - is hurt, how much greater the damage he can do. Soit was with you, Li Yuan. Your hurt - that scar you were born with - alsoscarred a world. It damaged not merely those about you, but billions of ordinarylives." Li Yuan's eyes flared. "So it was all my fault?""No. Not all of it Yet you were thoughtless sometimes, callous even. Aswhen youdrew the line between the cities. That scar inside you made you blindto the suffering of others. You did not imagine what you were doing."Li Yuan sat there, staring at the surface of the pool, his silence likea shroud about him. "Well?" Tuan Ti Fo said, after a while. "Have I said too much?"Li Yuan looked up, a weariness in his eyes. "No." He sighed. "Iremember Karr mentioning it to me once. About the people falling. Like grains ofpepper, so hesaid. But even then I did not see it Not the truth of it, anyway.""So you never saw the faces?""Faces?" "The faces in the ice ... where you drew the line""Ah..." Li Yuan shook his head. "You have to understand. It was hard. Very hard.We were riding the tiger. Each day brought new and greater troubles.Tsu Ma, WeiFeng and I, we tried. I swear we tried. But sometimes it was easier tolie TO NINEVEH between a woman's legs - to seek oblivion there - than face theproblems of theday.""You wanted something certain and unchanging, didn't you? You wantedthat eternal summer moment in the orchard with your brother. And what didyou get?You got Change. Endless Change."Li Yuan's face creased with pain. "It was so ...""Yes, but you were weak, Li Yuan. You could have been a beacon to men.Instead you hid your light and sought refuge far too often in that sweet andscented darkness." "Perhaps."Tuan Ti Fo sighed. "Such weakness in a man is understandable, but in anemperor... In an emperor it is fatal."Again Yuan's eyes flared. "I did not choose ...""To be T'ang? No. And yet you were. You were their father, Li Yuan. Youwere responsible for them. They were clay, to be moulded to your will, forgood orill. Such power you had.""And now here I am, neh?" Li Yuan looked about him, a bleakness in his eyes.Such is the fate of kings.""Do you still wish to be a king?""No." "Then you would be an ordinary man?" 
Li Yuan looked up. "Is it possible?"
Terhaps."
"And afterwards?" 
"Afterwards, you may go."
"Go?" 
"Back to your sons. But first you must be changed."
"Changed? How changed?"
But Tuan Ti Fo merely smiled. "Rest now, Li Yuan. The dawn is coming.
Tomorrow 
you will be taken from here."
"To Nineveh?" 
"Yes. To Nineveh." 

As they came from the hall and stepped out into the narrow, half-lit
corridor,
Kuei Jen paused and, reaching out to touch Egan's arm, put a finger to
his lips.
Not yards away, the tasterswere sitting in their room, beneath the
glare of an
overhead light, laughing and talking among themselves. It had been a
good night
for them: no one had died. Indeed, not a single case of poisoning had
been 
reported.
"We live in paranoid times," Kuei Jen whispered, pulling him on past
the door,
before they were noticed by the men within.
Not that it was any different in my father's court, Kuei Jen mused. But
there it 
had been a matter of long habit Here, one's personal survival depended
almost 
entirely upon taking such precautions.
Kuei Jen looked to his husband as they stepped out into the end
hallway. Mark
Egan was half-drunk. The shock of seeing his grandfather in a new young
body - a
body younger and stronger than his own - had been too much for him.
Indeed, had
Kuei Jen not been there to intercede between the two, it could quite
easily have
come to blows. 
As it was, things were bad. Despite Kuei Jen's best efforts, he had not
been 
able to reconcile the two men. Mark Egan had, in reality, considered
his 
grandfather a dead man - no more alive than a programmed hologram of
some 
long-dead ancestor -and he saw this new Josiah Egan as little more than
an 
imposter. Whereas Josiah ...
Josiah wanted it all back. He hadn't said as much explicitly, but she
had seen 
it in his eyes. He wanted to be the power once again. To rule America,
yes, and
his grandson too. 

It could not have happened at a worse time.Their private rooms were on the far side of the pillared hallway. Yeteven as Kuei Jen made his way across, walking slowly, supporting Egan andkeeping himfrom falling, a man stepped from the shadows to their rightFearing he was an assassin, Kuei Jen pushed Egan away and steppedtowards the man, crouched down, knife drawn. Then he straightened, seeing who itwas. "Colonel Chalker! What are you doing here at this hour?"To Kuei Jen's surprise, Chalker fell to his knees and, bowing his headtoward Egan, offered his dagger, pommel first"What is this?" Egan said, stepping forward, his speech slurred."Chalker,explain yourself!""If s Horton, sir. He's gone.""Horton?" The events of the latter part of the evening had clearly driven thememory ofHorton's capture from Egan's mind. He frowned, then shook his head."Sprung, sir, from the cells. I have the culprits. I've racked them.They wereworking for him. It seems he took a cruiser from the roof...""Gone?" Egan said again. "Gone where?""West," Kuei Jen said, before Chalker could answer. "Coover's behindthis,right, Colonel?""That is so," Chalker said. His head was still lowered, the daggerstill held out Egan waved at the dagger. "Put that thing away, Alan...""But I failed you, sir.""You heard my husband," Kuei Jen said, surprised by this display ofloyalty andhonour from a man he had previously thought of only as cruel andambitious. "We have need of every loyal officer, and there is no more loyal a man thanyou, myfriend. Now answer... is there any chance of catching Horton?"Chalker put away his dagger, then stood, raising his head. "I fearnot." "And his friends?" Egan asked, the situation sobering him moreeffectively thana gallon jug of coffee."Fled, sir. We had three dozen names. Of those we shall be lucky if wetake five." "I see." Young Egan looked to his wife. "Li Kuei Jen, what do you makeof this?" "In one way it is good, for it clarifies things. Yet word will get out.To lose so many prominent citizens at a stroke will create gaps. People willtalk Theywill ask questions.""Then tell them the truth," Chalker said. "Tell them that the Sons were 
traitors 
to America and planned to sell us to the highest bidder!"
Kuei Jen stared at the Colonel of Internal Security, a new respect for
the man 
filling her. "I think that’s a good idea, Colonel Chalker. A very good
idea 
indeed." 

Alone in the cabin of the cruiser, Horton let his head fall back and
shut his 
eyes, the vibration of the craffs engines lulling him. For a moment,
back there,
he had thought it was the end. When Chalker had smiled at him that way,
his 
blood had frozen. But here he was, safe, and Chalker ...
One day, he promised himself, he would have Chalker; he would strap him
down on 
a butcher's block and make him babble like a frightened child.
Coover. Yes, he was Coover's man now, like it or not.
"Feng?"
His eyes flicked open. "Russ? What the fuck are you doing here?"
Russ took the seat facing Horton, then smiled. "What, no thank you?"
Horton sat forward, piecing it together. "So it was you."
"Of course. I couldn't let Chalker have your arse, could I? Not when if
s such a 
nice arse." 
Horton swallowed, dismayed by this turn about Fucking Russ had been one
thing,
being in his debt was another. In fact, he didn't like the thought of
it at all. 
'Then I have much to thank you for," he said, keeping his thoughts to
himself. 
"I'll not forget what you did."
Russ's smile broadened. "And I'll not let you." And, leaning across, he
placed
his hand over Horton's groin. "Until later, eh?" 

Old Man Egan pushed open the door and stomped across the room, kicking
a 
footstool out of his path. Throwing himself down into a chair, he
scowled at the 
two men who stood in the open doorway.
"Do you want something, Josiah?" Bernadini asked.
"His miserable neck!" Egan answered, his old man's whine unmistakable,
even from 
his new voice box. "Fancy keeping me waiting like that! His own
grandfather! The
nerve of the boy!"
"It must have been a shock for him," Advocate Richards said, trying to
calm the 
old man, but Egan would not be calmed.
TO NINEVEH 
"Shock! I'd give him a fucking shock!" He made a face of purest 

disgust. "Andthat wife of his! Wife! Don't make me fucking laugh! Some half-manfuckingChink, that1 s all it is! How could he! I'd as soon poke a fuckingpig!"Bernadini looked to Richards, exchanging a meaningful glance, then hesteppedacross to Egan. "Are you sure I can't I get you something, Josiah? Tohelp yousleep, I mean.""You can bring me a couple of girls. Young ones. Fourteen, fifteen. Noolder. And then you can leave me be."Bernadini swallowed, then glanced round at Richards. Richards nodded,then vanished to do his Master's bidding. Bernadini turned back to Egan,then knelt "You need to take things a bit more slowly, Josiah. You can't tread ontoes the way you used to. It won't work."Egan scowled again. "Why not?""You've been out of things a while, thaf s why. Things have .. .changed. Youneed to grow accustomed to how things are now. Then make your move."But Egan waved that aside impatiently. "I've no time for all that shitYou saw him tonight. He'll do anything to shut me out. Anything. And I won't beshut out I want power. And I want it now. Not later, when if s too late, when Igrow oldagain. I want it right now, when I can best use it"He stood, then ripped open his shirt, to show the powerful chest of hisnew host body."That's why I had you do this, Bernadini. Not so I could enter somebodybeautiful competition, but so that I could grab back whaf s mine byrights. Thiscountry's mine. I made it And I'll fucking well have it back, whethermygrandson wants it or not"Bernadini knew his history and knew that what Old Man Egan said wasn'tstrictlytrue, but the old man was not to be denied in this mood. He smiled andplaced ahand on Egan's arm."Okay. I understand. But lefs do things a step at a time. Lef s makesure, huh?Brain as well as brawn. That was always your way, right?"Egan took that in a moment, then nodded, a self-satisfied smile comingto his lips. "Right.""Then don't be hasty. Your grandson will come to you,when he's had time to recover from the shock of seeing you like this. And when hedoes, bea friend to him, Josiah. Be a good friend. And bide your time. For yourtime will come, I promise you. And then you will be king again. King ofAmerica." 
Bernadini stood at the monitor, watching as Old Man Egan had the twogirls stripand kneel before him. Then, unfastening himself, he had them take turnsat sucking him off, before finally lifting up the younger girl andthrowing herdown on the bed. Ignoring her screams, he took her brutally frombehind. A king you might be, Bernadini thought, wincing at the sight, butyou're abarbarian, and no match for your grandson.Even so, he had to win, by hook or crook, for if he lost then all thosewho had helped him would lose too.And that means me. Indeed, if he was Mark Egan, he would be talking to the assassins evenat this moment He turned, looking to the Advocate. "Jim. Hire more guards. People wecan trust And let no one into the inner sanctum without my word, okay?""You think the grandson will try something?"Bernadini nodded. "He'd be stupid not to, wouldn't you say?""You don't think they can come to some kind of arrangement, then?""To share power?"Richards shrugged. "I guess not." He was thoughtful a moment, then helooked upagain. "You know, it surprised me tonight I thought ... I thought itwould be different from how it was. I thought they'd maybe greet each other. Imean, theboy was always so respectful when he visited him.""When he was effectively dead, you mean?"Richards nodded. Then, "What did you think would happen?"Bernadini turned and looked across. "I don't know. I thought maybe itwould be enough for him, being young again. All the rest..." He shook his head."I didn't think it through, did I? Power. That's all that ever drove him. Whyshould a new body change that?"For a moment the two men watched the old boy as he spasmed and cameinto the first girl. Then, his penis still rigid, Egan withdrew and, pushing thegirlroughly aside, turned and, reaching out, grasped the other by thewrist,dragging her, terrified, over to the bed."Which leaves only one option, wouldn't you say?"Richards swallowed audibly. "War?"Bernadini nodded, his eyes glued now to the screen as Egan began again,insatiable in his need to dominate. 
Yes, war. And civH wars are always the most bloody kind of all. 

It was three in the morning and Kuei Jen was finally about to retire,
when his 
husband's Master of the Bedchamber came to his room. 
"Forgive me, Mistress, but your husband asks if you would attend to
him." 
Kuei Jen looked at him, surprised. It was more than a year since he had
been to 
his husband's bed. Not since they had argued.
"I need a while to prepare myself," he answered. "But tell my husband I
shall 
come." 
When the man had gone, he went over to the mirror and looked at
himself. As a 
man he had never liked his figure, had thought himself too slim, too
boyish; as
a woman he admired his own curves, the much fuller look of his hips and
breasts. 
But Mark, she knew, had liked him as he was. Had liked him, before the
change.
That was part of it Why they had quarrelled. For he had taken others to
his bed. 
Not women. No, nothing so simple. But other men. Soldiers. Campaigners,
like 
himself. 
But now he had changed his mind. Now, after all this time, Mark had
summoned him 
again, woman as he was.
Kuei Jen went across and, stripping down to almost nothing, chose
something
simple, something ... masculine. It was time to be a man again. Time to
be a 
brother as well as a wife. 
He looked across, meeting his own eyes in the mirror. Was that what
Mark had 
responded to? The memory of what he once was? The decisiveness? The
aggressive
masculinity that, despite all, still resided in him.
If so, he would use it. To rebuild the bridges that had been burned
between 
them. For his children's and his father's sake. 
Yes. And for my own. For I stM love him. In spite of all. 

"Jenny?"
Egan pulled back the cover, letting him slip in beside him.
"Hello stranger," Kuei Jen said, snuggling up against his naked form.

«T » 
He put a finger to Egan's lips. "No apologies. Just this."
Egan smiled, then turned to kiss him, his arms about him. As he broke
from the 
Mss, he sighed. "I've missed you, Jenny."
"And I you." 

"If s been ... strange. I feel as if I lost myself."
"You did." 
Egan was silent a moment, staring at him, his hands gently stroking
Kuei Jen's 
back, straying down until they cupped his buttocks. "There-was never
anyone
special."
"No?" 
He shook his head. 
"I missed you."
"Did you?"
"I missed this." Kuei Jen reached down, holding Egan's penis between
the fingers
of his left hand, finding it stiff with desire. Slowly he began to
stroke it "I 
dreamed of you, you know, fucking me. I dreamed ..."
He shivered. "Jenny?"
His fingers stopped their movement. "What?" "Do I have to kill him?"
"Yes. Now quiet, my love. I'll roll over, and we can pretend if s like
old 
times." 

CHAPTER-9 
A NEGATIVE TWIST OF NOTHINGNESS 
The sun was rising over the mountains as the tiny party made its way
between the 
bare grey outcrops of rock and up the narrow track through the pines
that led to 
the lower camp. Jagged peaks surrounded them on every side, snow
covering the
nearest slopes, while close at hand a stream cut deep through the
ancient rock 
and fell, a narrow, crystal-white curtain of ice-pure motion, into the
deep
shadow of the valley below. They moved slowly now. Four of the five
were dressed 
in the clothes of the alpine wilderness, thick sheepskins and heavy
wool 
leggings, stout boots and woollen hoods. The fifth, a boy of fifteen,
wore the 
thin silks of the city. From pity, one of the group had given the boy a
thick 
blanket, which the lad had gratefully draped over his shoulders against
the 
nighf s bitter cold.
They had walked through the night, climbing steadily, and stopping
often along
the way, for their leader, the nineteen-year-old, Lin Pei, had
sustained a nasty
wound to his leg the previous day and needed the constant support of
one or 
other of his fellows. His face, as they made their way up above the
rocks and 
into the camp, was ashen. The journey had exhausted him. Even so, he
would not 

see the surgeon until he had fulfilled the promise he had made to theboy."Where's Qiao?" Lin Pei asked, looking about him at the handful who hadcome out of their makeshift shelters at the sound of their arrival. Pain and tiredness made his voice uncharacteristically tetchy. "He said he'd meet us here.Where is he?" "He is ... elsewhere" one of them answered, a tough-looking, wind-tanned Han in his sixties called Yeh, reluctant to say any more in the presence ofthe stranger."If s all right," Lin Pei said, understanding the man's caution. "Theboy is agood friend. He wants to join us."Brief looks were exchanged. Again Yeh answered him. "Chao was calledaway.Something urgent But he will be here. He promised. So be patient, youngPei. Have that wound tended to before it goes bad. You would not want tocause the woman more worries than she already has, would you?"Pei did not like to hear his adopted mother called "the woman", nomatter the circumstances, and made to answer Yeh sharply, yet as he looked aboutthe familiar circle of faces he saw how their eyes told him to agree, howthey gavethe slightest nod as if to endorse Yeh's words. He let his head drop.He was tired, and the wound did need seeing to, but he had made a promiseHe turned, looking down the slope to where the boy sat among his men,shiveringdespite the sheepskin, then turned back to Yeh. "Could we build a fire,cousin Yeh?" "That would not be wise," Yeh said. "The patrols have increased greatlyin recent days. To build a fire out here in the open would be like wavinga greatflag. Our enemies would be upon us in an instant""But the boy ..."Yeh came close and touched Lin Pei's shoulder with a brown, sun-burnedhand. "You rest now, Master Pei. I shall take care of the boy. And when yourbrother Chao comes, I shall wake you. Okay?"Lin Pei hesitated, the urge to keep his word to the boy still strong inhim;then, realising nothing could be achieved, he bowed his head. "Okay."Yeh grinned his gap-toothed grin. "Good. Then go and have that seen to.SurgeonWu is in the end shelter. It is time someone woke the lazybastard!"There was laughter at that Lin Pei, grateful and yet frustrated, hobbled across. 
He bent down and rapped on the crude door of cross-woven branches."Wu Ye! Are you awake, Wu Ye?"There was a grunt from within, and then the sleepy head of Wu Ye, hisdark hair tousled, emerged. "Master Pei!" he said with surprise, then, seeing thebloodied bandage about Pei's left leg, pushed the mat door aside and bent down,quicklyunwrapping the bandage and examining the wound with his fingers, allthe while muttering to himself."AiyaV he said finally, looking up at Lin Pei. "You should have hadthis treated earlier!" Pei laughed sourly. "You think so? Like in one of our friend DeVore'shospitals,with a pair of armed guards keeping a careful eye on me?"Wu Ye made a face. "At least you had the sense to clean it and bandageit" "The boy did that," Pei said, wincing at Wu's indelicate touch, thenlookingdown the slope to where Yeh was handing the boy a bowl of steamingsoup, pouredfrom a self-heat can. "Then you have much to thank him for," Wu Ye said, nodding to himself."But this wound's a bad one, Pei. I can't do much here. I need to get you back tothe Eyrie. I need drugs, my instruments.""You'll have to operate?"Wu Ye was quiet a moment, examining the wound again, then nodded. "Thisis bad,Pei. Very bad.""Then we ought to go at once. Take the boy.""The boy stays."Lin Pei turned, surprised to find his brother, Chao behind him."But we must take him, Chao.""We can't," Chao said, matter-of-factly, stooping to take a look at thewound. "Not until he's been checked out" "But he saved my life."Chao looked up at that, surprised."I got hit and lost my weapon. Two of DeVore's creatures -his copies -chased me into a compound. They had mecornered. And then he showed up. Shot both of them dead. Two shots."Pei tappedhis forehead, his eyes wide, remembering it "Right here, between theeyes. Suchshooting! And afterwards he cleaned the wound and bandaged it for me.Led me down back alleys and got me out of there. I'd have been dead withouthis help,Chao, or worse - prisoner in one of DeVore's cells.""Even so ..." Chao began, but Pei was impatient now. "We have to," hesaid. "I promised him!" "No," Chao said, in a tone that brooked no furtherargument Then,lowering his voice. "You know the rules, Lin Pei. What if he's anassassin? DeVore would willingly sacrifice two of his creatures - even a hundredof the beasts - just for a single crack at her. You know that" "Yes, but...""No buts, little brother. You might be right. He might prove to be agoodfriend. But what if you're wrong? What if it was all a set-up?""You really think ...?""That DeVore's that devious? Yes. I do. And I'm not going to take achance. Are you, Pei? Do you really want to take even the smallest chance with herlife?" Pei dropped his head, suddenly abashed. "No,..." "Then leave it in myhands. I'll get him checked out. And if all seems well, we'll see what can bedone. But for now he stays here, under guard. Until we can be sure." Peiswallowed, then."Thanks." Chao reached out and ruffled his younger brother's hair. "Now lef s getyou seento, neh? I'll have a stretcher made up and we'll carry you up. In themeantime..." he looked to the surgeon, "Wu Ye ... have you anything tomake mybrother sleep?" "I have.""But Chao ..." Pei began."No arguments," Lin Chao said, smiling at his brother, then, turningaway, hewalked slowly down the slope towards the boy. 
DeVore stood on the balcony of the great amphitheatre in Bremen,watchingexpressionlessly as Horacek's troops marched by in tight columns ofeight, theirarms raised straight in salute, their leather boots and black uniformsremindinghim of another, earlier time. Then he had stood among an admiringcrowd, lookingon as another took centre stage, but now it was his turn.Inwardly he smiled. There would be no mistakes this time. No decisionsborn of anger or the effects of tertiary syphilis. This time he would controlit all properly. And when it was done these men - through whom he sought toachieve his ends - would in turn be eradicated; would "make way", as he thought ofit And in their place he'd put a much greater, finer race. A race better fittedto venturing out into the universe. A race capable of taking the stars.To his left the dark-faced Horacek bristled with pride in his Marshal'suniform. 
DeVore turned slightly, smiling, bestowing the smallest of nods to him,as if to acknowledge what a fine job he had done. But in his mind DeVore wasalreadydispensing with the young man, conscious of the threat he posed.But not just yet, he thought Not while I still have uses for you.For a moment he let his eyes wander, looking out past the endlessprocession oftroops, taking in the packed terraces, the cheering crowds, before theysettled on the great white marble plinth at the centre of the stadium where apile ofcracked and fallen basalt lay.It was the time of the endgame. Within the next six months, the fate ofall would be settled. And when the last stone was laid and the points werecounted on the great board of Chung Kuo, it would be he who would emerge theMaster. There was a brief, glancing touch against his gloved right hand. DeVoreturned his head, meeting Emtu's eyes.He smiled, thinking yet again how closely she resembled Emily Ascher;how that same strength and determination shone out from her eyes. Yet this copy
-grownfrom the original's severed finger - was his. Obedient and deadly. Theperfectpartner, made to last a thousand years.And when she was gone?He smiled and laced his fingers into hers. When her flesh decayed hewould make himself another, endlessly, throughout eternity."What is it?" he asked softly."The medals," she said, reminding him."Ah, yes .. ."He turned back to Horacek. "Josef... let us go down. We must make thepresentations."Horacek came smartly to attention then bowed deeply. "Master!"You 're a proper tittle sewer rat, DeVore thought, smiling into theyoung man'sburned and blackened face. And yet you've proved by far the most usefulof myservants. Brutal, excessive, andlacking a single redeeming quality, youwere just perfect for me. A mark, a tiving stain upon the day, there to drawpeople'seyes toward some superficial shadow, blinding them to where truedarkness lies. Indeed, looking at you now, it seems like fate that we met that day.As Horacek straightened up there was a moment's awkwardness as herealised how intently DeVore was staring at him."Master?" "I was just thinking, Josef. Remembering how we met"Horacek smiled broadly, showing feral, uneven teeth. "It was fate,Master." DeVore nodded slowly, thoughtfully. "So it was, Josef. So it was." 
Yes, and so it was fated that Horacek would die violently. Once he had
served 
his use. When true night fell. 

"What"s your name?"
Daniel looked up from where he was sitting on a ledge of rock, and met
his 
inquisitor's eyes. "Daniel," he answered, trying to read in those dark
Han eyes
what his fate was to be. "Daniel Mussida." 
"And what district were you from, Daniel?"
"From Westerndorf," he answered, almost without thinking. "If s near
Roseheim 
..." 
"I know it," the Han said tersely, then crouched onto his haunches so
that their 
faces were on a level. "So... what were you doing so far from home,
Daniel?" 
"I -" He looked down. "I came to find you."
"To find us. What, so that you could claim a reward?"
He looked up at that, stung by the insinuation. "No! I'd never do that!
I came 
to join you. I wanted ..."
The young Han raised a hand. At once Daniel fell silent.
"I hear you saved my brother's life."
Daniel hesitated, then nodded.
"Well, for that I thank you, with all my heart Even so, I'm still left
wondering
what a good boy like you was doing wandering in the backstreets with a
loaded 
gun. Did your mother not warn you of the dangers?"
"I have no mother." 
"And your father?"
"I have no father." 
Lin Chao sat back a little, considering. "So where, exactly, were you
staying?
And with whom?" 
Daniel took his ID card from inside his jacket pocket and handed it
across. 
After studying it a moment, Lin Chao handed it back.
"So you're a cadet? No wonder you could use a gun. But I'm still
wondering."
"Wondering?"
"Why you should want to join us. I thought they taught you that we were
devils. 
Ruthless brigands who would as soon cut your heart out and eat it as
talk to 
you."
"And are you?"
At that Lin Chao laughed; a pleasant, unaffected laughter that Daniel
instantly
liked. The laughter gave him sudden confidence.
"Who are you?"
"Me?" Lin Chao stood, looking past Daniel at the rock-littered slope.
Beyond him 

the mountain climbed until it was lost among the other peaks in cloud."Lef s just say that I could be a friend. That is, if you are who you say youare.""Then I can join you?" Daniel asked, standing for the first time."Hold on, boy!" Again Lin Chao laughed. "Did I say that? No. One thingat a time. First we'll get you some warm clothing, then . . . well, we'llsee, eh?But for now, thank you, Daniel. Thank you for doing what you did foryoung Pei."Not knowing what else to do, Daniel came smartly to attention and bowedhis head, as if to the Captain of Cadets. There was laughter from thewatching men,but Lin Chao did not laugh. Straightening up, he too came to attention,returning the bow. Then, as if he could find nothing further to say, heturned and hastened away, returning up the slope to where his brother now lay,wrappedin a heavy blanket on a straw bier, waiting to be taken up themountain. 
DeVore pulled off his gloves and dropped them on the table, thenhurried throughinto the control room. Heads turned at his entry then quickly turnedback,concentrating on the screens."Any news?" DeVore asked, taking his seat at the centre of it all."Nothing yet, Master," the most senior of his generals answered, comingacross and standing beside DeVore's chair, head bowed. Behind him theremaininggenerals stood ill at ease, looking on.DeVore glanced at the digital readout of the time in the right-handlower corner of the biggest of the screens, then shook his head."Something's gone wrong. We should have heard by now. We should haveseen something!"On the screen there were a succession of tiny flashes."There!" DeVore said, leaning forward.They waited, tense with anticipation, but that was it There were no bigexplosions. The satellites remained untouched. The attack had failed.DeVore sat back For a moment he simply stared into the air, his facelike flint,his right hand tapping out a rhythm against the arm of the chair, thenhe stood. "Find out what went wrong," he said tersely, angrily. "Someone will payfor this!" 
In the lift heading back up to the surface, DeVore allowed himself theluxury of a smile. Down below, his generals were running about and shouting ateach other,trying to allocate the blame, but the truth was he had never expectedthe attack to succeed. Emtu was waiting for him at the entrance to the San Chang, the brokentile roofs of the Tang's ruined palaces dominating the late morning sky behindher. "It worked!" he said exultantly, taking her arms. "Almost three minutestheywere out, and we only needed two!"She stared back at him soberly. "Don't get too excited. You do not knowfor certain yet."He calmed. "No, no ..." Then, smiling again, he took her hand. "Let1 sgo andsee." Guards unlocked the gate to the north palace and stood back, lettingthem pass.Inside the central corridor was dark, sepulchral. All was silent. Theywalked through, their booted feet stirring the years-old dust, the sound oftheir footsteps echoing back from the high ceilings and massive rooms.At the far end of the corridor was a huge set of double doors, panelledand studded. DeVore looked to his companion and, with a smile, pushed openthe right-hand door. Inside was a massive hall, a row of stone pillarsrunning awayto left and right, stone dragons coiled about them. At the far end,beneath the great throne, there was movement.Giant figures straightened, then turned, facing the newcomers. In theirmidst was a strange craft, identical to the ship DeVore himself had used toreturn to Chung Kuo; a translucent, capsule-like craft that could fold space andtime about it Seeing who it was, one of the massive figures came across."Hannem?" DeVore asked, recognising his servant of old.The big morph knelt, bowing his head low. "We have come, Master."Behindhim, hiseight companions also knelt and bowed, subservient to their creator.DeVore turned, looking to Emtu, a look of triumph in his eyes. "There,"he said. "Now we are even. Now the endgame has begun." 
From the air one could see nothing, yet some fifty metres beneath wherethe tree-line ended and the grey, rocky slope climbed to meet the first ofthe three snowbound peaks, tucked in among the ancient pines, was a slight indentation, apatch of shadow trapped between two twisted, limb-like roots. Here wasthe entrance they called the "High Door". Other hidden entrances weredotted about the surrounding mountainside, yet this was the quickest, the mostdirect route into the ruined alpine fortress.More than thirty years had passed since Li Yuan's Imperial forces hadbombed the Dispersionist fortress, leaving a massive crater in the mountain'sflank, andfor most of that time it had remained unoccupied and open to theelements, butfor the past five years it had been reclaimed by rebel elements, thecrater covered over with a mesh of high-tensile ice, upon which earth and rockhad been piled. To add to this visual disguise, a web of anti-detection deviceshad been scattered over the fortress's new roof, so that to the camera eyes ofpassingcraft it seemed that the mountainside was cool and solid. It was mid afternoon when Lin Chao finally returned from the base camp.Normallyhe would have taken one of the lower entrances, down among the bigboulders at the foot of the valley, but today he was late. The meeting wouldalready havebegun and he was keen this once to hear what was said and add his ownvoice to the debate. Things were changing. The attack on his brother Pei said as much, butin truth he had known it for some time now. DeVore was losing patience. Not onlythat,but their activities had begun to hurt DeVore, especially since theAmericans had agreed to back them.A hundred metres from the entrance Chao paused, tucked in tight againstthe bole of a leaning pine. For a moment he stayed there, his eyes searching theslopeahead, flicking from tree to tree. There was nothing. Even so, hehesitated a moment longer. Old habits died hard, and he knew that one singlemistake could cost them all dear. Ducking low, he moved from tree to tree, following a zig-zag coursetowards the entrance. Ten metres from it he stopped again, looking up past the veeof shadow, then turned to study the slope beneath him.He was alone. Quickly now, he ran across and ducked inside, stooping to pass throughthe tight, dark entrance. Some five metres along a steel door barred his way.Reaching up blindly, he found the panel just above it and tapped outthe coded sequence. The door slid quietly back.Chao slipped inside.Hidden cameras were watching him as he made his way through the narrowmaze,following his every movement. In a control room in the heart of themountain someone was watching a screen, their hand close by a pad, ready toflood the tunnels with gas if he set a foot wrong.Necessary, he thought, as he waited at the end of the final tunnel, hisleft palm pressed to the pad as it took a tiny sample of his blood. For itwas said that DeVore could copy anything, anyone. And the only way to stay alivewas to keep one jump ahead of him. Paranoia had become a survival tactic.At the count of ten the wall beside him slid back, revealing a well-lit, emptycorridor. Chao stepped down, stretching his limbs as the wall slidback. There was the murmur of voices, the faintest click and whirr of machines. Hewalked towards them. Doors led off to right and left Most were closed. Through glass panelshe could see his people at work, collating information, organising the vast andcomplexbusiness of rebellion, or simply debating new "targets" amongthemselves. All would finally find its way to the room at the far end of the corridorwhere his mother had her office. He went there now, throwing the door open, expecting to find a dozen peopleseated about her desk, but the room was almost empty. Almost At the far end of theconference table sat his mother, her gaunt, grey-haired head bent over a file.She looked up at him from the document, surprised to find him there."Chao?" "I thought...""I cancelled it," she said, anticipating him. Then, closing the folder,she stood and came round the table until she stood by him. "There's aproblem.""A problem?""If s Michael. There's no word from him yet"He reached out and held both her arms, the same way she had always heldhis own when he'd been a child and full of fears. "He'll be okay. He's being careful, that’s all.""But he said ..." A look from him silenced her. "Okay," she said finally, the moment'sweakness passed. "But I've sent Han Ye and Sung out to look for him. If they were ambushed ..." "He'll be okay," Chao said, insistently this time, but there was asmall knot in his stomach at the thought of his stepfather being in DeVore's far­from-tender hands. Death was preferable. "How's Pei?" he asked."He's fine. The wound's clean. He had a lucky escape.""Too lucky, perhaps?"Emily had been about to turn away, but at his words she looked back athim. "You think the boy's a plant?""If s possible. I mean, it was rather a coincidence that he should bethere at that precise moment""Maybe. But Lin Pei would have been a big prize for DeVore. He couldhave taken him back, copied him. Got to me that way. Besides, he lost two morphs.He can ill afford such losses, especially now.""I'm sorry?"She smiled at him. "You haven't heard, then?""Heard?" In answer she went across and picked up the folder she'd been reading,then came back, handing it to him. Chaoopened it, took out the slender document, then looked up at her,surprised."Is this true?" She nodded. "We've had it confirmed from eight different sources. Thismorningat eleven DeVore attempted to break the blockade. Missile attacks onfive of the stationary satellites were followed by an attempt to slip a number ofshipsthrough the High Barrier. Both the missile strike and the attempt tooutrun the American blockade failed. All of his ships were blown out of the skies.Word is that they carried a total of more than sixty of DeVore's creatures.That1 s almost a fifth of his remaining strength.""But what was he trying to do?"Emily shrugged. "Who knows?""Then things really are desperate ... for him, I mean.""Maybe."The way she said it made him look at her anew. "What are you thinking?""If s nothing.""No. Tell me. I want to know." "I don't know," she began. "If s just... well, with DeVore you cannever take anything at face value. He's a master of feints and illusions. Such adirect action ... if s unlike him, don't you think?"He shrugged. "Go on.""It made me think of the game ... of wet da. Of how a Master of thegame might sometimes play a stone in a part of the board he isn't reallyinterested in, asa decoy, to mask his true intentions.""But we know DeVore's true intentions. He wants to break the blockade so that he can bring in reinforcements. Without them he's too weak to win thisconflict" "Or so he'd have us think" Chao stared at his mother a moment, then shook his head. "No. Hisweakness is no bluff. If he were strong enough he'd destroy us all without a momenf sthoughtHe'd not waste his time sending patrols out into the mountain passes,he'd destroy the Wilds themselves!""Maybe."He huffed, exasperated with her. "And what does Tybor say?"She smiled. "Why don't you ask him. He'll be here any moment now."Chao nodded. If anyone could fathom DeVore's twisted mind, then maybeTyborcould, for Tybor had been made from DeVore's own genetic material,flesh of his flesh. "You've spoken to the boy, I assume.""Huh?" For a moment he was at a loss, then, "the boy.""Yes." She laughed. "You've questioned him, I take it"He nodded. "He seems ... well, quite ordinary really. But who can tell?DeVore's so devious, I sometimes wake up wondering if I'm really me.""I know. I dream of mirrors." "Mirrors?" "You know. What they used to call ching.""Ah ..." The thought of it chilled him. When the seven T'ang had ruledChungKuo, they had kept copies - ching, or "mirrors" - of each T'ang, readyfor the day they died, so that their successors could symbolically kill theirpredecessors before becoming the new T'ang. These dung, made in thenutrient vats of the great genetics company, GenSyn, had been perfect copies oftheir originals but for one important aspect -their minds. For the dung wereblank,unthinking creatures, born and maintained only to be ceremoniallyslaughtered.The thought that such creatures existed was bad enough, but one furtherelement gave the matter a much too personal twist When his mother had fledEurope in thewake of the collapse of the Ping Tiao, it had been DeVore who had aided-some might say permitted - her escape. In return she had given him a singlefingerfrom her right hand. From that he had made himself a mate, a perfectcopy ofEmily Ascher. A ching, alike in all but her mental processes. A thing,not a proper human.Like Tybor."Emily ... Chao ..."Tybor ducked beneath the sill and came inside. Even crouched he was agood threefeet bigger than Lin Chao, hissmooth, hairless arms and head giving him the look of something mouldednot grown.Which was near enough the truth."Tybor," Emily said, embracing the creature. "Is there any news?""I'm afraid not," Tybor answered, pulling out a chair and sitting, soas to be on their level. "But ifs early yet. They may have been caught in astorm. The weather's unseasonably bad.""We were talking," Chao said, changing the subject "About the attemptto break the blockade." Tybor glanced at Emily, then turned his inhumanly large eyes on Chaoonce again."Your mother thinks it may have been a bluff of some kind. Adiversionary play.""And you?"Tybor smiled; a smile that could have swallowed up a small cartwheel."I think she may be right""But what could he be up to? He can't do anything until he breaks theblockade." "Or so we've been conditioned to think," Emily said, moving round theback of Tybor and laying her hands on the creature's shoulders. '1 learned aninteresting thing the other day. It seems our friend DeVore paid avisit to Ben Shepherd back in the spring."Chao frowned. "So?" "So this. What does Shepherd have that DeVore might want?""You think DeVore wants something from Shepherd?""Of course. Why else would he pay a visit?""To be friendly?"At that Tybor laughed. "Why, of course! I forgot. The man's a regularsocialite!" Chao looked down, trying hard not to smile. "So you think he's usingShepherdsomehow?" "Or trying to," Emily answered, coming round Tybor to face him. "Ican't see anyone actually telling Shepherd what to do, even DeVore. But I can seethe two of them coming to some kind of arrangement""But about what? Shepherd's an artist. DeVore ... well, DeVore's just ahomicidal maniac!" "Yes, but a clever one. And a master of illusions to boot. I'd have letthe observation pass but for one thing. Two days ago Ben Shepherd flew into Bremen. It seems he's rented a studio apartment there, not five minutes away from DeVore's headquarters.""Convenient, neh?" Tybor said, his huge eyes half-lidded"But I don't see..." Chao began, then stopped. "Shells? You thinkShepherd isgoing to make special shells for DeVore?"Emily half-turned, looking to Tybor. "I don't think anything ... yetBut it might be useful if we could find out, don't you think?"Chao nodded. "I'll see what I can do." "Good," Emily said, touching his arm lightly. "Now lef s go down to thecontrol room. I want to be there when the news conies in." 
Daniel woke, his eyes staring, unable for the moment to remember wherehe was. All he knew was that he was sitting up, his back against a cold, hardrock, andsomeone was shaking him."Soup?" a voice asked gently. "You want some soup?"He focused on the face in front of him - a plump Han facewith disconcertingly dark eyes - then looked past it at the vastand open sky, finally making sense of the huge shapes thatsurrounded him. Mountains. Of course! He was in the Wilds. "Well?" the crouching man asked. "Are you hungry or not?"Daniel nodded, then took the bowl from the man, grateful for itswarmth. He had never been so cold, not even in the dormitories.He looked about him at the camp. In truth, it was little morethan a few crude shelters set up among the rocks. The sight ofit, and of the roughly-dressed men who sat around, talkingquietly among themselves, depressed his spirits. Whateverhe'd expected, it wasn't this. As he spooned the soup into hismouth he began to wonder whether he hadn't made a mistakecoming here.Too late, he thought, concentrating his attention briefly on the soup.They'dkill me if I went back. Or worse. No. It was no use contemplating going back. He had burned his bridgesnow. He had seen with his own eyes what they did to those boys who'd tried torun away.Those who'd been caught, anyway.Even so, he had hoped for... well, for something more than tins,anyway!"More?" the Han asked, coming over to him again and setting the souppot downbeside him. "Thanks." The Han took the bowl, then smiled. "You know, you're either very verystupid,or very brave, coming out here.""What do you mean?"Daniel watched the ladle dip into the dark broth and lift, tipping moreof the 
tasty soup into his bowl. The Han handed it to him, then answered.
"Just that if s a dangerous place."
"The patrols, you mean?"
He shook his head. "The patrols are the least of it Or were. No, I mean
all of 
the other things. The rogue machines, the creatures."
"Creatures?" 
"GenSyn stuff. Things that escaped from their factories after the war.
This is 
where they came. To the Wilds. They made their lairs here."
"And the Machines?" 
"Search-and-destroy machines. They date back to the conflict between Li
Yuan and 
the White Tang, Lehmann. Both sides used them to try to make this place
a kind 
of no-man's-land. Most of them have rusted now, either that or their 
energy
packs have run down, but there are a few that are active. Things that
look like 
stones or rocks, that rest where they were dropped, their systems nine-
tenths 
inactive, waiting for someone to come along and trigger them."
Daniel stared back at the young Han. "And then?"
In answer the Han rolled up his sleeve to show the burned tissue of his
upper
arm. "It took out four of our squad before
we even got a trace on it Lin Pei stopped it, but I was in the
blast zone. So was my brother, Chan. He took most of the
blast's force." 
Daniel set the soup down. "I'm sorry." The Han's smile was gentle,
wistful. "So 
am I." Daniel looked down a moment, embarrassed, then raised his
head again, meeting the man's eyes. "What"s your name?" "Ho. Yueh Ho."
"I'm pleased to meet you, Ho. I hope we can be friends." Yueh Ho
nodded, then
picked up the soup pot by its string
and turned away. "I hope so, young Daniel Mussida," he said,
over his shoulder. "I sincerely hope so." 

DeVore looked up as his adjutant came into the room.
"Well?" he asked. "Is it true?" 
The adjutant bowed his head. 'Tes, sir."
"And when precisely did he disappear?"
"Two days ago, sir."
"And I wasn't informed." 
"No, sir, they thought..."
DeVore leaned forward. "Who's this they1 who've been doing so much
thinking on
my behalf?"
"The Camp Commandant, sir. He ... he thought he could recapture the boy
before 
the matter became serious." 
"But now if s serious, eh?"
The adjutant hesitated, then nodded.
"And they've lost the trace, is that right?" 

"Yes, sir."DeVore sat back again, contemplating what that meant. The boy had beenwired. But somehow - somewhere - he had managed to get rid of the wire in hishead. Or mask it And now he was missing, presumed defected."Fve two of my best morphs in the morgue. Someone put them there. Maybeit was the boy.""Maybe..."But he could see that the adjutant was not going to make guesses of anykind.r "Okay," he said, relenting, not wanting to take things out on the man.It was the Commandant he should be angry with, not this messenger. "You canleave me now, Mark. I'll not need you 'til the morning.""Sir!" The adjutant bowed exaggeratedly low, his relief palpable, thenbacked from the room. Alone again, DeVore stood, then went to the window, looking out acrossthe moonlit central courtyard of the San Chang and pondering what thismeant. It was a blow, admittedly, for he'd had plans for the boy, but if he couldfind out where he'd gone, then maybe it could be turned around. The wire wasn'tthe onlyimplant, after all; there was the boy's conditioning. And that hecouldn't have removed. Tomorrow, he told himself. Ill deal with it tomorrow.Right now he would go and visit Shepherd. It was about time he foundout what that mad bastard was doing in his rooms. 
The moon was bright, casting sharp black shadows on the rocks as shemade her way down towards the base camp. There was still no news of Michael andas she looked out across the valley, Emily wondered where he was at thatmoment. He had said he was onto something special. He'd sent a message six days backtellingher he was going to investigate. But since then nothing.She stopped, her hand pressing down tightly on the rough, cold surfaceof an upjutting rock as she looked south. Be alive, she thought, willing itfervently,her fear for him naked beneath the all-seeing moon.And if he was dead? Then she would endure that, as she endured all else.A bitter smile crossed her lips. Ah yes, she thought. I am good atenduring. Asgood as any Han peasant. 
The base camp was just below her now. As she came round an outcrop, it
lay below
her and to her right, tucked between folds of the descending slope.
Knowing that
DeVore had called off his patrols, they had lit a camp-fire. Within the
golden-red
pool of its flickering light she could see dark figures moving slowly,
almost 
lethargically in the crisp night air.
If I could only touch you now and hold you, then I would be alright.
But that was the risk of loving. Once it had been easy to be a rebel.
Once it 
had cost her nothing to be the firebrand that would burn whole cities
down. Back 
then, alone and unattached, she had been driven solely by vengeance.
Now it was much harder. Now, every day was fraught with anxiety.
She waited, keeping herself perfectly still and silent, like a piece of
the rock 
of which the mountain was composed, and after a while Tybor came up to
her, like
a huge shadow looming up out of the darkness.
"Emily," the morph said, his voice soft and warm, the bulk of him
blocking out
her view of the camp below. "You should have said you were coming."
"I didn't know," she said.
It was the truth. She hadn't planned to come down, but, restless for
news of 
Michael, she had had to do something, and talk of the boy - the
newcomer - had 
intrigued her. She had decided she would like to see him for herself.
"The boy?" Tybor asked, his saucer eyes shining in the moonlight, not a
hand's 
length from her face.
Emily nodded.
He smiled. "Then I'll keep dose by. Out of sight Just in case."
Emily reached out, holding his arm briefly, glad he was there. Then, as
he 
slipped away, heading back down into the darkness, she turned once
more, looking
to the south and wondering where Michael was. 

Closing the door quietly behind him, DeVore crossed the room.
Ben was sitting beside the harness, hunched forward slightly, adjusting
something with what looked like a small knife.
As DeVore bent forward to look, Ben turned his head, looking up at him,
a 
half-smile on his features. "I wondered when I'd see you.""Did you?"
"I thought to myself: I wonder how long he can contain his curiosity."
"And?" 
"And here you are, bang on time."
DeVore shrugged. "So what is it?"
Ben moved back a little, allowing him a clearer view. "Something new."
DeVore studied the machine a while. "It doesn't look new." 
"Ah, but then looks aren't everything, are they? If we were to judge by
simple 

appearances, then we'd still be back in the Dark Ages, wouldn't we?"DeVore laughed. "I thought that you said that we were still in the DarkAges.""I did." "Then the appearance of the thing ..."Is a paradox." Ben threw the screwdriver down, then turned, facingDeVore fully. "You wanted me to make something that would seduce people fromtheir senses, right? That would, in effect, prise them from their grasp onthe real world right?""Right""But why should anyone risk losing their mind for the sake of anentertainment?" DeVore grinned. "I don't know. You tell me."'They would do so because, first and foremost, that experience was sowonderful,so ... desirable that they wanted to repeat it time after time - infact, had anoverwhelming urge to go back to it""And secondly?""Secondly, because they hadn't a clue what was actually going on.""And what is actually going on?" Ben's smile was one of pleasure at hisown ingenuity. "If s an imprint" "An imprint?""Yes. Each time the participant goes back to the shell - to theexperience -they receive not just the entertainment, but animprint. False memories, if you like. Vague at first, but stronger aseach layerof the imprint is added on." "So the programme is cumulative, a ...""... stickyweb ... filled with insidious poisons." "Rather a mixed metaphor,wouldn't yousay?" "Absolutely," Ben agreed, "but with good reason. If we showedthem the spider in the web, who would enter it? What they don't know is that thepoisonis in the strands of the web. Simply experiencing this is enough.""And what kind of symptoms would someone who's hooked on this show?"Ben shrugged. "It depends what you're looking for. But generally youcan make them believe anything you want them to believe - that they murderedtheir own mother, that they have a pathological hatred of someone they previouslyloved or revered, that... well, I'm sure you see the potential of the thing.Memory is acorrosive thing, particularly if if s been tampered with," "And theAmericans won't suspect a thing?" Ben laughed. "They might But not until if s toolate. Not until half their country's fucking mad!" 
Emily sat there a long while, watching the boy. From where she was, inthe shadows some thirty feet back from the fire, to the left of the boy andalmost in line with him, she could see his face clearly, the features carvedin blocks of gold and black. The boy's clean-shaven head had begun to grow a finestubble,but it was a good head and she observed how he held it up proudly, hiseyes -bright, intelligent eyes - taking in everything.Even so, he had not noticed her creeping up on him.She waited while the others about the fire drifted off, then spoke tohim, hervoice pitched so that it carried no further than where he sat"Boy?"There was no movement. No sudden turn of the head. For an instant she thought hehadn't heard her, but then he answered, his voice pitched no louderthan her own."Yes?" "Who are you, boy? Who are you really?"He leaned forward and took a branch from the fire, lifting it andstudying theglowing cinders at the end of it Then he turned, looking in herdirection. "Just a boy," he answered, moving the branch closer to his face and blowingon the tip, making it glow brighter."You served The Man, I hear.""I was in his camps.""One of his soldiers," she persisted.He hesitated, then nodded."So why did you leave?"Was that a smile? With his head tilted down it was hard to tell. "I woke up. I saw, finally, what was going on.""Ahhh." Did she believe that? "And what woke you?""You did," he said, looking directly at her. "I saw how you helpedthose wounded boys. Two weeks back. I saw ...""You saw that?" Emily was surprised. "You mean ...""I could have killed you. I had you in my sights.""But you didn't"He nodded. Emily was silent a moment, thinking about that Dead. She could havebeen dead two weeks ago. And then Michael would have been grieving her. And theboys."What’s your name, boy?""Daniel." "And what do you want, Daniel?"Again he looked at her. "I want to know the truth. I want to know whafs reallygoing on." 
CHAPTER-10 the well and the spire"We're here." "Here?" Li Yuan yawned, then sat up, noting through the blindfold thatit was still dark Hands reached up to him and took him down from the back ofthe cart. Then one of them removed the blindfold and stood back. As the cart trundled away, Li Yuan looked about him, trying to make outwhere he was. They seemed to be inside a massive chamber, for the rockssurrounded them on every side without a break, rising to form the walls of a giantcavern, yetthe roof of that cavern was the sky - a sky of velvet black, litteredwith jewel-like stars, most prominent of which was not a star at all, butthe morningstar, the planet Venus."fehtar," someone said quietly from just behind him. Then, "Welcome toNineveh,Li Yuan. May you find happiness."The words surprised him and he turned, looking to the man, but thefigure was inshadow, his face obscured.Li Yuan turned back, looking, taking it all in. Buildings huddledagainst thewalls of the settlement, low buildings for the main part, except forone or two that were on the far side of the cavern, including a great, seven-storeyzigurratLike Bremen, he thought, surprised to see such a structure there in themidst of the desertOn a plinth before that building was a great statue. Of what,he could not make out at this distance. And in the centre of all, like a radio tower, wasa massive spire, the tip of which was surrounded by a tiny platform.There was a gap of some kind, which bisected the cavern, for he couldsee bridges crossing it, and just beyond that - close to the spire - therewas a depression, but from this distance he could not make that out either.As he looked, figures came across one of the bridges, a dozen or morein all,heading towards him."Go to them," his guide said. "They will prepare you for the ceremony."He wanted to ask what kind of ceremony, but the man had gone, slippingawaysilently into the shadows, leaving him there as the welcoming partyapproached.Li Yuan hesitated, then did as he was bid. Yet as he came close tothem, he felta tiny jolt of surprise. They were all women - young, beautiful women -wearinglong, diaphanous gowns that both suggested and yet concealed their 
bodies. 
Surrounding him, they laughed and held his arms, brushing his back and
shoulders 
gently, the sweet scent of them stirring something in him.
"You must not be afraid," one of them said, whispering in his ear. "We
will not 
harm you, Li Yuan."
The words were similar to those the woman had used earlier, when she
had brought
him the food, and he felt now the same surprise, the same strange
flaring of
hope. He had thought himself at best a hostage, at worst a dead man. To
be 
suddenly in the company of such sweet and gentle creatures was both
strange and
unexpected.
His spirits rose, yet his darker self suspected some deception.
He looked from side to side, seeing how they smiled at him, their eyes
bright
with laughter. And all the while their hands gently stroked him,
comforting him,
reassuring him with their touch.
As they came to the bridge, he looked up at the spire, which towered
above him 
now. A narrow ladder climbed the steepside of it, while beneath it, not
twenty
metres from its foot, was a massive hole. A well.
"What is this?" he asked, slowing, taking in the strange grandeur of
the sight
"Later," one of them said, squeezing his hand. "You must not rush
things, Li
Yuan. First you must be relaxed."
Relaxed? Li Yuan frowned, unable to take his eyes from the spire and
the great
well that sat beside it Somehow the juxtaposition of the two seemed
significant,
yet why or how he could not say.
He let them lead him on, the sweetness of their perfume filling his
nostrils,
the softness of their touch a strange, almost intoxicating delight, yet
he felt 
a marked unease now, a tightness in his stomach that had not been there
a moment 
earlier. 
And all the while, above him, the evening star burned like a blind eye
staring
sightlessly from the centre of the darkness. 

Old Man Egan closed the door, then turned, looking in at the bright-lit
cell. 
"Is this him?" 
His men stood back, bowing low. "Yes, Master," one of them answered.
All three of them wore masks and butchers' aprons over their nakedness,
and,
incongruously, boots so that they would not slip on the bloodied floor. 

Between them, hanging upside down from the ceiling of the cell, was theirvictim, ayoung man of barely twenty years of age. He had been burned and cut,but thus far they had not badly mutilated him. Nor, it seemed, had they startedon his private parts.Egan walked across and, crouching down, put out a hand, gripping theyoung man'schin hard and twisting it, forcing him to look into his eyes."Well, you little cunt, what have you to say for yourself?"The young man tried to spit, but hanging upside down, he could notraise the phlegm. Blood dribbled slowly from the corner of his mouth and alonghis nose.Egan grinned, then spat fully in the man's face. "Is that what youmean?" There was laughter from the watching men.Egan released his grip, let the man's head fall, then, straighteningup, put ahand over the man's exposed balls, letting his fingers rest there.Fear contracted them. Egan grinned, seeing that He turned, putting a hand out "Give me thepliers."His man smiled as he handed across the heated pliers. An unpleasant,conspiratorial smile Egan winked at him, then turned, crouching again,to show the pliers to the prisoner -holding them in front of his face."These are for your bollocks," he said. "Nothing personal, of course,but I'm going to pull them off, one by one, for what you tried to do to me. Andthen I'm going to put my hand up your arse and pull out your innards, bit bybit. And what won't pull out, I'll cut out. But I'm going to make sure you'realive for all this. We've got drugs that can do that, you know. Chemicals thatwill keepyour body functioning, even as it's being torn apart. So is thereanything you'dlike to say before I start? Any names you'd like to mention?"The man had blanched. But now, with a tiny shudder, he found his voice."You c-can go to hell.""Oh, come now," Egan said, touching the pliers to the end of his noseso that the skin there blistered, "you can do better than that. Hell? I've beento hell. I spent thirty years in hell. But now I'm back, Fm going to give myenemies a taste of what it was like. You understand?" ttr ii Egan stood slowly, then, delicately lifting one of the man's balls, heappliedthe pliers to it, crushing it even as he began to stretch itThe young man's screams were awful. But Egan was grinning now. He eased 
off with 
the pliers then stood back, admiring his work.
The man's screams were regular now. "A-oh, a-oh, a-oh..."
"So you're a singer are you?" Egan looked about him once again and
winked. His 
men were looking at him now with new respect Most bosses didn't like to
get
their hands dirty in this way. But he wasn't like most bosses.
Under their aprons, they all sported fierce erections. Egan looked
down. He too 
was hard. 
Fucking hard, he thought, then turned back, raising the pliers once
again.
"One down, one to ..."
The explosion knocked him from his feet When he got up it was to find
his chest 
and upper arms spattered with blood... and other things. He looked
across and 
gaped.
"Shit!" 
The prisoner's head had gone. Blown off like a ripe melon. Blood now
gouted from
his neck and his arms hung limp.
One of his own men was down, clutching his stomach. Clearly he had
taken the 
full force of the blast. 
"Master?" 
Egan put a hand up, stopping the other two from touching him, from
helping him
to his feet "If s okay," he said, Tm not hurt"
He pulled himself to his feet, brushing the bits of brain and bloodied
tissue 
from his apron, then shook his head and pointed to the injured man.
"See to him. Make sure he gets to a surgeon quickly. Then come back and
clear 
this up."
They did as they were told, leaving him alone in the cell with the
headless 
body. Egan stared at it a while, then, in a fit of anger, he stepped
closer and 
kicked it hard in the chest 
The body swung back and forth, blood dribbling still from the neck,
pooling on
the tiles below. 
"Egan, thaf s the fucking name you were supposed to say! Mark-fucking-
Egan!"
Then, turning away, he left it
Damn the boy! Damn him for ever existing. 

They stripped Li Yuan and bathed him, then rubbed him down with
aromatic oils,
their touch so pleasurable that he felt hewould burst unless he had one
of them. 
But that, so they said, was not allowed.
Finally, when they were done with him, the eldest of them -the one who 

called herself Ishtar - came and knelt before him, offering him a bowl.It seemed at first a perfectly ordinary ceramic bowl, dark blue incolour and round, like a cut section of a fruit, but as he handled it he felt a strangetingling go through his hands and arms and, looking inside, he felt asense of vertigo, for it seemed as if he looked right through the bowl into thedepths ofthe universe itself. The inner surface of the bowl was studded with what looked like a ringof tinymetallic pegs, between which a silk-fine web of force seemed to dance,givingoff the faintest glow. Beneath it, almost touching it, and yet itseemed a thousand ti away, a second, equally insubstantial layer could beglimpsed,shimmering wetly in the half lightHe sniffed at it, then looked up at Ishtar. "But this is ..."She laughed. "Water, yes." Her dark eyes smiled at him. Still sheoffered the bowl. "You must drink, Li Yuan. It is important. Only then will you beready.""But..." "No buts. The time for hesitation is past A new life beckons you, LiYuan. But you must first cross over. This will help you.""Help me?""Yes. It will help you lose your old self. And afterwards..."He stared at it a moment longer, uncertain. There was no scent to it atall, butcould he be sure? What if it was a poison?Ishtar waited, as patient as the rocks, holding out the flickeringbowl. Againshe smiled. "If we had wanted to kill you, Li Yuan, we would havekilled youdays ago. This uriH help. But only if you surrender to it"It was true. And to be honest, he had nothing to lose, only his oldself, andwhat good was that? Tuan Ti Fo was right His old self had beenresponsible forthe death of millions, yes, and had lost an empire in the process!He took the bowl and, holding it to his lips, drained it at a go, thenhanded it back At once he felt the change. It was as if, suddenly, every part of himwas doubled. And yet there was no physical change, no sense that he wasdrugged. Theliquid had had no taste, no warmth to it, and yet he felt completelydifferent,two bodies in the space of one, each coexistent with the other, theiratoms shared. "Good," Ishtar said, setting the bowl aside. "Now come. The ceremony can begin."She stood, facing him, then, to his surprise, slipped off her gown, sothat she stood there, naked before him.Li Yuan stared, awe-struck. She was magnificent. Perhaps the mostbeautiful woman he had ever seen, Han or Hung Mao."Throw off your gown, Li Yuan," she said as he stood. "For we must cometo the pit naked as we were born."He did as she asked, letting his cloak fall from him.She reached out, taking his left hand in her right, the simple touch ofher making him shudder violently.The drug - if drug it was - was coursing through him now, making hisnerves spark and tingle, as if firecrackers were going off inside his blood.He felt his consciousness expand to take in not merely the room in which hestood, butthe whole of Nineveh. And as it did he saw the spire and with it, nextto it,the great pit into which we was to descend.Yes, a voice inside him said. You must go down inside yourself, LiYuan. Onlythen can you make the journey up into the light.He laughed, but the laughter was only in his head. And then he waswalking,Ishtar at his side, like the Queen of the Night, proud and terrifyinglybeautiful. Out they went. Out from the caverns where they had preparedhim and up into the great bowl of Nineveh.Crowds had formed to watch his passing - a whole host of people, nakedas himself - and as he passed so their hands brushed against him and onall sides faces smiled and voices wished him well. And so they came to the pit And there, as they stood beside it, a greathush fell - a quiet of awe and understanding. And then, with a tendernessthat surprised him, hands lowered himslowly backwards into the dark. For thebriefest moment he thought that he would fall, but other hands reached up forhim,holding him, welcoming him, their bodies closing about him as he wasembraced and taken, whole and naked, into the living darkness.A mouth closed on his, soft hands caressed his buttocks while yetothers gentlystroked his legs and chest and groin. And as they did, he understood atlast And shuddered, and let go, his old self slipping from him like asnake's discarded skin. And with that last, bright-sparking moment of understanding cameoblivion - that 
great darkness of the senses he had wished for all his life and never
known. 
And then the darkness swallowed him. 

Harding threw on a gown, then went through to see who could have come
at this 
hour. 
His Steward, Levitch, was standing in the shadows of the hall. For a
moment he 
did not realise that Harding was there, then, with a start, he turned
and 
smartly bowed.
"Master..." 
"Whaf s happening, Levitch?"
Levitch took two steps towards Harding, then, bowing again, held out a
book-sized package.
"This came, Master. From Shepherd."
"Shepherd? Ben Shepherd?"
"Yes, Master."
Harding took the package, frowning. He had never met Shepherd, yet he
had had 
some dealings with SimFic in the past and had made some money out of
distributing copies of The Familiar throughout City North America. But
for 
Shepherd to send him something direct seemed unusual to say the least
"Was there no note with this?" 
"Nothing, Master."
"And you've screened it?"
"Naturally, Master."
THE WELL AND THE SPIRE 
And now that he looked, he could see that that was what Levitch had
been doing.
The scanner was on, its screen glowing faintly behind his Steward.
Harding studied the package and shook his head. It was in a strange
covering
that looked like paper - that may even have been paper - but was a
curiously
dark colour, his name and address written in a small neat hand directly
onto the 
surface. 
Turning, he walked through to his study and sat at his desk, switching
on the 
lamp.
He stared at the package, surprised. It was wrapped in paper. Brown
paper. As in
the rhyme his mother had sung to him as a child. Now, how did it go?
And went to bed, to mend Ms head,
With vinegar and brown paper.
Fuck knew what vinegar was, but this ... he recognised this, though he
hadn't 
actually seen its like before.
Reaching across, he opened the top drawer of his desk and took out the
knife he 
kept there, then slit the package open.
Tipping it out onto his desk, he felt a little shiver of excitement 

A shell! Shepherd had sent him a shell!He picked it up and read the handwritten label, speaking the wordsaloud: "A Perfect Art. A Tragedy in Three Acts."Again he frowned. It sounded somehow ... archaic. But a new shell, byShepherd -that in itself was a major eventHe looked up, wondering who else had received such a package, orwhether he was the only man in America to have a copy of this. Whatever, it couldn'thave been many -not if Shepherd were packaging these up himself and sending themout The thought made him grin with pleasure. It was clearly a compliment tohim. Someone - Neville perhaps - must have told him what he'd done for TheFamiliar out here, and this was his way of saying thank you, by getting apreview copy tohim: for there was no doubt that this, with its handwritten label, was a preview.And if it was even half as good as The Familiar...Harding turned, meaning to switch on his screen and contact Neville,when the screen came on of its own accord. "Jim?" "Horton? What the fuck do you want?"Horton's face smiled back at him. "I want what you want, remember?"Harding, fearing they were being overheard, reached to cut the line,but Horton leaned towards him. "No, don't cut me off. We're on a discreet line.""Discreet, bollocks. He listens to everything.""Not to this, he won't I've made sure. Your house communications systemdeveloped a fault thirty seconds back. This is tight-beam, local. Myman is switching the signal through from across the road to you."Harding stood and went to the window, drawing down the narrow blindsmomentarily. There, two hundred metres away, beyond the high securitywall of his compound, a man squatted in the bushes, holding a receiver dish.He shivered, realising suddenly that, just as Horton could get amessage to himthis way, so he could probably kill him if he wanted.Sitting again, he composed himself, spreading his hands on the desk."Okay," hesaid, far more calmly than he felt, "so what do you want?"Horton grinned unpleasantly. "As I said. I want what you want. I wantyoung Eganout" "And Coover in?" "Did I say that?""No, but he's your sponsor now.""And yours. And don't forget it But no. Coover doesn't want to makeEgan'smistake. He's happy with what he's got But he wants someone he cantrust on his eastern border. Someone who's got no grudge against him, or doesn'tfeel he has to even the score." "You, in other words.""Thafs right""So where do I fit in?" "Where you've always fitted in. As Chancellor. But with additionalresponsibilities. For a start, Pll need someone to run the new house."Harding blinked. What the fuck was he talking about now? "I'm sorry. Idon't follow you.""If s simple. We're going to give the people the vote. AndRepresentatives. Thewhole lot" Harding was flabbergasted. Why bother to take power if you were onlygoing togive it away? "But...""Don't you see?" Horton went on, speaking over him. "As things are, ifpushcomes to shove and we've a civil war situation, people are going tostick with what they know, and that’s Egan, even if they don't like the bastard.They'llsee me as Coover's puppet and they'll resent that, especially if Eganfinallylets them know just what Coover did to their precious Western Army. Butif I putmyself forward on a platform of reform - of power-sharing - then thaf sa whole new ball game.""I see. And the House . .." " Will be a sham. And thaf s your job, Jim. To make sure that thefucking thingdoesn't work" Harding smiled. For a moment he had thought Horton was going soft onhim. "Okay," he said. 'Til wait for instructions."Horton winked at him. "Right I'D be in touch. And Jim?""Yes?" "Look out for the Old Man." "Josiah? You heard about that, then?""Heard? Coover's full of it Seems he sent his own man in to target theold fucker." "And?" "He failed. So mind your back. He's a malicious old cunt I remember himfrom the old days. And he may still harbour delusions of grandeur. So look outfor him,right?""Right"The screen went black Harding sat there for a time, thinking through what Horton had said,particularly that last bit, about Josiah Egan. Perhaps heunderestimated Old Man Egan. If the old bastard did stillwant power, then he could provetroublesome, 
and not only to his grandson.
Still, he would think about that in the morning. Right now he would see
what 
Shepherd had sent him.
He picked up the tape and stared at the wording on the label a moment,
wondering
what it meant. A Perfect Art. Now what was that about? 
Then, feeling a strange, almost intoxicating excitement, he got up and
walked 
through to his Ents Room. There, beneath a silken sheet in the very
centre of 
the dimly-lit chamber, lay his own personal shell-player; a great
sarcophagus-like case with a finish of black and red lacquer inlaid
with silver 
and pearls.
Throwing off the sheet, Harding touched the catch and stood back,
watching as
the huge, wing-like lid lifted back. As it did, the tape compartment
emerged
from the flank of the case. Smiling now, he placed the tape into the
compartment; then, slipping off his robe, he slid into the interior of
the 
machine, the electrodes attaching themselves automatically to the
special nodes
on his skin and at the base of his skull. 
The machine hummed warmly about him, like a womb, embracing him. Slowly
the lid 
came down, like an artificial sky, shutting out the mundane world. And
then,
with an abruptness that took his breath, he was there, in the garden,
the 
sunlight pouring down on him as he crouched beside the flower's gaping
mouth,
watching the bee. 

Li Kuei Jen yawned and stretched, then rolled over, putting his arm out
across 
the massive double bed. But the sheets beside him were empty.
"Mark?" 
He sat up, knuckling his eyes, then slipped from between the sheets,
making his
way across to the bathroom.
"Mark?" 
There was no sign of him. Kuei Jen yawned again, then looked down at
the timer 
inset into his wrist. It was not even seven yet Where in the gods'
names could 
he have got to at this hour?
He showered quickly, then dressed. As he was brushing out his long dark
hair,
the screen in the comer of the room came alive. 
"Kuei Jen?" 
He turned to face the screen. "So there you are. Whaf s up? Couldn't
you sleep?"
"My Steward woke me. It seems there was an attempt on my grandfather's 

life last 
night"
"And?" 
"He thinks I was behind it" 
"Were you?"
"You know I wasn't" 
"But you were thinking of it"
"Yes, but..."
"Are you in the throne room?"
Egan nodded.
"Good. Then I'll meet you there in ten minutes. Have you summoned Han
Ch'in?" 
"Should P" 
"Yes, and Harding and Chalker, too."
"Chalker^ here already."
"Good. But get Harding there, too. He knows your grandfather. If we
need an 
intermediary he might be the man."
"Okay." He was about to turn away and cut contact, when something else
occurred 
to him. "Oh, and Kuei Jen?"
"Yes, husband?"
"Watch yourself. We're all vulnerable now." 

Zelic looked about him at the abandoned settlement taking in the signs
of a 
hurried departure. Perhaps they had heard the cruiser coming across the
sands,
or maybe they'd had a warning. Whichever, it looked as if they had
simply left
what they were doing and walked off into the desert.
He turned, looking back at the shadowed pool below where he stood,
thinking what
a pleasant place this was, and wondering what kind of life they lived
out here,
away from the cities. He would never have guessed that so many lived
out 
here where life seemed impossible. Yet they seemed well-organised, yes,
and 
well-fed, too. Certainly their store cupboards were well stocked.
Zelic raised the apple to his mouth and bit into it, savouring its
sweet taste. 
There was a beautiful silence to this place, too. A silence that even
the soft 
drone of the cruiser - a sound that was muffled by the barrier of rocks
that 
surrounded the settlement - could not dissipate.
As he bit again, the communicator on his lapel crackled and a voice -
scratchy,
the treble turned too high - filled the air.
"Captain? ... Are you okay?"
Unclipping the communicator, he answered Lanier.
"I'm fine, Major. There's no sign of life, but they were here. And
recently,
too." 

The communicator clicked, then crackled again. "Then they can't havegone far.Twenty k at most, I'd say. Stay right there. We'll pick you up."Zelic tucked the communicator back into the clip, then walked out intothe open.Considering the circumstances, Major Lanier had been most helpful. Foralmost thirty hours they had scoured the desert, but until now they'd notfound a thing.Taking the gold stud from his tunic pocket, Zelic studied it a moment.He had noticed this pinned to Li Yuan's ceremonial gown a number oftimes, andthe Han inscription on its reverse was unmistakable. It was his,without a doubt, and to find it here seemed to suggest that he had dropped ithere - bydesign or accident.There was, of course, the possibility that it had been planted, puthere to make them pick up a false trail, but he thought that unlikely.No. The manner of Li Yuan's kidnap had been too direct Whoever had donethis -and he could not accept Lanier's simplistic description of them asmalcontent rebels - they had had a special reason for targeting Li Yuan.Or so he felt He had no real proof of that, as yet, but the more helooked about him, the more unsatisfied he was withTHE WELL AND THE SPIRE Lanier's simple political answers. This did not have the look of aterrorist training camp. In fact, there was something almost ... well, mysticalabout the place.The drone of the cruiser grew louder, becoming a steady whine as itlifted above the rock wall and then drifted towards him, slowly settling onto theflat rock platform fifty metres away.He walked across, arriving just as the hatch hissed open and Lanierpopped hishead out "I've just been on the radio, Captain. I've re-directed all the othercruisers out here. We'll use this as our focal point and work our way out Ifthey're herewe'll find them. And when we do..." Zelic knew what the Major would like to do. He'd like to destroy the"rebels" for all the trouble they'd put him to over the years. But he'd beengiven strictorders not to do so. At least, not on this mission. His brief was tofind and rescue Li Yuan. Briefly Zelic wondered if Li Yuan were still alive. Certainly, when noransom 
demand had come, they had begun to fear the worst for him, but who knew
what 
these people wanted -Lanier least of all.
"Come on," Lanier said, beckoning him up into the craft "You can tell
me what 
you found when we're in the air. I feel naked down here."
Yes, Zelic thought, as he climbed the ramp and ducked inside. In fact,
if the 
truth be told, you don't much like venturing outside the walls of your
city, do
you, Major?
But then, he didn't live out here on the edge of things, and he had -
with his 
own eyes - seen just how efficient, and how deadly these "rebels" were.
So maybe
he ought to reserve judgement just now. Maybe he ought to see how
things turned
out before he grew too critical of the Major.
At least the man was trying.
"Well?" Lanier said, facing him as the craft began to lift "What did
you find?"
Zelic handed over the gold stud, watching as Lanier studied it"This is
one of 
his?" 
"Yes." 
Lanier glanced at him. "And they'd just abandoned the place?"
"Looks like it" 
Lanier turned toward the cockpit "Okay. Take us up five hundred, then
blast the 
fuck out of the place!"
Is that necessary? he wanted to ask. But it wasn't his place to comment
on what 
the Major did. Apart from the difference in their rank, there was the
matter of 
impertinence. This was Lanier's territory, after all, not his.
He felt the slight judder of the craft as the rockets were launched,
then, a few
seconds later, the whole craft swayed and shook, lifted by the
concussion. 
"Ok-ay!" Lanier said, grinning back at him. "Now lef s go get your man,
Captain!
Before those bastards decide to make soup out of him!" 

"Master? Master? Are you all right?"
Harding was sitting on the edge of the case, his gown loosely draped
about him,
staring straight ahead.
"Master?" 
Slowly he raised his head and met his Steward's eyes. "If s okay,
Levitch, I'm
just..."
But how did he explain? How did he begin to put into words what he had
just
experienced. He shivered, remembering it, then turned his head, looking
down 

into the shell's padded interior, a look of longing in his eyes.He wanted to go back there. Not later, but now. He wanted...Harding closed his eyes and groaned."Are you well, Master? Is there something I can get you?"He opened his eyes again. "No, no... I'm..." Absurdly, he laughed. Finewas not the word for it Wonderful? Enlightened? Raised? It was like... well, itwas almost something spiritual. Not that all that business with the womanhad been anything but grossly carnal, it was just that it had seemed to meansomethingfor once. It wasn't just sex, it was ..."... sublime." "I beg pardon, Master.""Never mind," Harding said. "Now what is it?"Levitch bowed, then handed his Master the handwritten note. Hardingunfolded it and quickly read, then looked up."So the king wishes to see me, does he? Trouble, is there?"Levitch hesitated, then, "Word is that Old Man Egan was attacked lastnight. Anassassin. The attempt failed, but Old Man Egan's hopping mad. It mightbe war." Harding nodded."And the king ... he wishes me to intercede, neh?"Levitch bowed his head. Like his Master, he kept himself well informed."It would seem likely, my Lord.""It would indeed." Harding stood, his attention caught between the shell and this matterbetween the Egans. To be frank, it mattered little in the long run whichgenerationtriumphed, for both would be superseded in time. That was, if thingswent according to plan. But in the short term it was important to keep theyoungerEgan in his place, for he was the architect of these present troublesand the blame could be firmly placed upon his shoulders, whereas if Old ManEgan were totriumph, he might well claim to be the new broom that would sweepclean. And that could not be allowed. "Coover should have bombed the old fucker." "Pardon, Master?""You heard me, Levitch. If you want to kill someone, you make damnedsure of it None of this ninja stuff. A nice big bomb usually does the trick. Bigenough totake out an estate and everyone in it Something that'll leave a niceneat crater... and nothing else."Levitch blinked. He had never heard his Master speak like this before.He swallowed, then, at a loss what to say next, asked, "Shall I bring your clothes now, Master?"But Harding seemed barely to be listening. "Later," he said, wavingLevitch away. "Tell him I'll see him later." 
"He said what?" Chalker kept his head low, embarrassed to be the bearer of such news."He said he would come later, my Lord." Egan sat back, astonished. "But I toldhim to come at once!" "Yes, my Lord." Chalker hesitated, then. "Do you want meto goand get him, my Lord?" "Yes I fucking do!"But Kuei Jen was shaking his head. "No, Mark I'm sure he has hisreasons." "Oh, I'm sure he has them, but I'm the king!" "True, but you need him.""Need him? I'll fucking wring his neck! Who the fuck does he think heis! Later! Fll give him fucking later!" "Mark!"He turned, looking to Kuei Jen, surprised by the tone of command in hisvoice. "What?" "Think\ Think what the situation is. Think what you need and why youneed it Do not feel. Feeling is dangerous, particularly now."Egan stared at his wife a while, then nodded. "You are right, my love.Angerwill get us nowhere.""Good. Now send again, and this time don't simply summon. This time askour friend Harding for his help. As a friend and confidant"Egan looked down, then. "You should have been king, Jenny, not I, thenwe wouldn't have been in this godawful mess, would we?""Maybe not," Kuei Jen answered, smiling tenderly at him, "but here weare,nonetheless, and we must deal with the situation as it is, not with ifsand buts." He sighed, then made to speak again, but as he did, one of his stewardsentered hurriedly and, kneeling before his throne, bowed his head. "What is it,man?" "It is your grandfather, my Lord. He begs audience with you."Egan stood, shocked by the news. "He's here?" "No, my Lord. On thescreen. From Providence." Egan sat again, stroking his chin thoughtfully, then looked to hiswife. "Well,Jenny? Should I speak to him?""You have no choice, my husband. But take care what you say. Do not lethim goadyou. And keep calm. Listen to what he says, but do not comment. Tellhim you 
must consider what he says. He'll understand."
"You think so?" 
"Oh, I know so. Your grandfather may be a malicious, greedy bastard,
but he's no 
fool." 
"No ..." He turned back as the giant screen slowly descended. "Okay.
Put him 
on." 
Old Man Egan's face filled the ten by eight metre screen. Or rather,
the new 
face that he wore a lean, hungry-looking face that already seemed
changed
somehow from the face that had woken on the operating table, as if some
inner 
force were moulding it
"Mark ... how are you, boy?"
Kuei Jen saw how his husband tensed at that "boy", how his fingers
tightened
about the arms of the chair, but his voice when he answered had an
unexpected
sweetness. 
"I'm fine, grandfather. And yourself?"
"I am alive." 
The reference to the assassination attempt could not be more pointed,
but Mark 
Egan refused to be drawn.
"And I celebrate that fact Now what can I do for you?"
"Do?" Old Man Egan laughed gruffly. "You can meet me, that1 s what you
can do. 
Four days from now. Til come to you, in Boston. But you must guarantee
my
safety."
"Grandfather?" 
"Oh, don't give me all that shit, boy. We both know how things are. And
unless 
we're going to be at each other's throats from here until Doomsday,
we'd better 
sit down and sort things out between us, neh?"
Egan hesitated, then glanced across at Kuei Jen, who gave the tiniest
nod. 
"Right," he said, clearly taken by surprise by this plea for
conciliation. 
"Good. And your guarantee?"
Again Egan glanced sideways at Kuei Jen, again she gave the tiniest
nod. "You 
have it""Then we'll meet next Wednesday. At sunset, there in your
throne room. 
And Mark ..." 
"Yes, grandfather?"
"No tricks, eh?"
As the screen slowly vanished into the ceiling, Egan sat back, giving a
long
whistle. "Aiya..." Then, turning his head to look at Li Kuei Jen. "Do
you think
he means it?" 
"I don't know." 
He sat forward. "What?" 

Kuei Jen shrugged. "I don't know. I think he's on the level, but... I
can't be 
sure." 
"So what if he's not?" 
"Then we kill the bastard." 

Harding lay there after the programme had ended, staring at his hands,
surprised
to find them encased in wires and not, as he'd thought, stained with
blood. He 
felt... exhilarated. Yes, and half in love. She was so beautiful.
Perhaps the
most beautiful woman he had ever met 
For I wotdd rather owner be,
Of thee one hour, than aH else ever.
Harding shivered, moved almost to tears. He did not know where those
words came 
from, nor why they had come into his mind just then, but they described
almost 
perfectly what he was feeling at that moment
To have her, if only for an hour - that seemed a blessed fate.
He closed his eyes and the image of her face came to mind, those
perfect
features framed in the long dark curls of her silken hair.
Was she real? he wondered. Did the model for her exist in this world? 
Or had 
Shepherd conjured her from the air, to taunt such mortal men as he?
Shepherd had used his sister Meg in The Familiar, he recalled, but she
was only
fair compared to this beauty. A goddess this one was.
There was a whirring sound as the thick loop of tape rewound, then a
tiny click.
Slowly the wires retracted into the sides of the machine. A moment
later the 
catches of the lid clunked and the wing-like lid hissed open.
Harding sat up, the sense of doubleness he always felt after
experiencing a
shell particularly strong. It had been so real this time that he could
not shake 
from his mind the thought that his memories of it were also real - that
he 
really had met and slept with her. Yes, and killed his rival in a
jealous fit.
He could remember the sounds the man had made as he plunged the knife
deep into
his heart. 
Harding looked at his hands again. Clean they were. Clean. Not a single
spot of
blood on them. 
"I killed a man. I killed him and I wanted to." 
Harding shook his head, confused now. He'd felt so good doing it. And
afterwards 
they had made love again, his bloody handprints on her naked flanks and
breasts,
the dead man -her husband - in the room with them, lying there on the 

floor beside the bed, his staring eyes reproachful.He shuddered. So powerful it was. So simple, yet...There was a knocking on the door. "Master?"Harding closed his eyes and groaned. It was Levitch. The man would havebeen monitoring things. He would have known when the machine stoppedrunning.Slowly, reluctantly, he stood. "All right!" he called, feeling astrange angerat this new disturbance. 'Til be out in a moment!" He climbed out and pulled on his robe, then turned, staring longinglyat the machine's interior. Later, he promised himself. IH come back later.Then, begrudging every moment he was away from the machine, he wentacross and,unlocking the doors, threw them open, storming from the room, all ofthe joy hehad been feeling spoiled suddenly."Damn Egan!" he muttered as Levitch began to help him dress. "Damn himand blast his eyes!" 
CHAPTER-11 BROWNIAN MOTION "Sit down!" Michael sat He'd learned not to argue when the barrel of a loaded gunwas jammedinto his chest. Through the open frame of the window he could see right down the valleyto the distant mountains, their snow-covered peaks bathed in light Outside thecabin,just out of sight, the villagers were going through the carts, lookingfor anything they could eat or use. He could hear them talking amongthemselves,their frustration rising by the momentThe guard backed away, his ancient gun still covering Michael, and wentto the window. Michael watched him take a furtive glance outside, then lookback at him, scowling threateningly.How old was the guard? Fifteen? Thirty? It was hard to tell. Living outhere on the edge of the Wilds took its toll on a man. But there was agauntness, afurtiveness, about him that Michael found all too familiar.He looked about him, taking in his surroundings. It was an old logcabin of a fairly universal design, the walls undecorated. Apart from the chair hesat on,there was a small wooden table and, in the far corner, a chest;otherwise the room was unfurnished. On the wall just to his right someone had pinned up twoposters. One was a printed list of rules and regulations - evidencethat DeVore's patrols reached even this far out - the other was a Wantedposter, aside-on picture of Emily above the writing.Seeing it there, Michael smiled. Ten million yuan? You're worth athousand million, my love.He turned back, looking at the young-old man. "Who do I speak to?"Again, the guard scowled, the thinness of his face and his poorcomplexionmaking it the most ugly of expressions. "Shut up! Masso will see youwhen he's ready!"Michael smiled, knowing it would infuriate him. "Thanks."He could have jumped the boy and disarmed him. It would have been easy,but he had his men to think of. Robbers they might be, but murderers theyweren't - not unless they were provoked. Best then to let them take what they wanted.He looked down briefly, annoyed with himself. He should have taken theeastern path through Leukerbad. It might have taken longer but at least itwould have been safe. Haste had forced him into a poor call, and here he was, satin some draughty hut with Master Scowl, while some tin-pot Village Head wentthrough histhings.Masso, eh?Again he smiled. A muscle in the guard's cheek twitched. He clearlydidn't like Michael's calmness. Nor did he like being left alone in the cabin toolong withhim. There was a shout outside, a fierce exchange of words between two ofthe villagers, then the door crashed open. A big man stood there. He haddark hair that fell in long curls and a handsome face, but his eyes were smalland greedyand his clothes were the clothes of a small-time bandit "What is this shit?" He threw down one of the packets so that it split open on the floor, afaintlyunpleasant smell coming up from it"You're Masso, I presume," Michael said, ignoring the question.Masso's eyes flared with anger. He stepped across and grabbed the frontof Michael's sheepskin. But before he could say another word, Michael hadstood,pushing him away."Don't touch me." Masso blinked, reassessing the situation. Then he laughed. "You're aproud one,my friend, but if 11 do you no good. We've got the guns.""Touch me again andI'll ram your gun up your arse."Masso stiffened, then he relaxed. Whatever Michael said, he knew he hadthe upper hand."So what is it, Trader? You make drugs out of it?"Michael smiled, deciding he'd tell the arse-hole the truth. "They'rechemicals. We were going to make bombs out of them.""Bombs?" There was a flicker of uncertainty in the man's eyes. "Whatyou want tomake bombs for?" "To blow the shit out of the Man's soldiers." He saw Masso put two and two together; saw how his eyes flicked towardthe poster, then back to his face."You know the Woman?" Michael shook his head. "No one knows her. But I work for her. I bringher things."It was a lie, of course, but he wasn't going to tell this shit that hesleptbeside her most nights."Then she'd pay for this stuff?"Michael shook his head. "This is hers. You steal it and you'll answerto her. You want that?" Masso thought about it a moment, then, a flicker of anger crossing hisface, hekicked the broken package across the room. "Just our fucking luck!Still ..." His eyes went to Michael's sheepskin and again the smile - a smile ofcunning -came into his eyes.Michael, reading him like a tape, shook his head. "You take our coatswe'll die." Masso glowered. "You chose to come this way, Mister Trader, not me.""Then kill us now." Masso lifted his chin, responding to Michael's challenge. "Maybe..."But the next word was choked off. Michael's hand had closed about his throat. "Let me tell you something, little man. If I don't return on time,she'll come looking. And if she conies looking she'll find you, have no doubt aboutit So back off, okay? Go bother some other poor bastard who's lost his way."And with that he pushed Masso away.Masso bent down, holding his throat, surprised by how strong Michael'sgrip hadbeen, unaware of the prosthetic enhancement in the arm. His eyes werefearful now. Michael glanced at the guard and saw at once how jumpy he was. Itwouldn't do to push too hard right now.'Til tell you what," he said. "You help us and we'll help you, eh? 
After all,
there's no need for us to be enemies. Life's hard and one has to make a 
living."
He saw how Masso's pride was mollified by that He rubbed at his throat
a moment 
longer, then shrugged. "So what’s the deal?"
"You get us to Saanenmoser and I'll have the woman send you coats.
Coats like 
these. And food." 
Masso's eyes narrowed. "How much food?"
"Enough to feed fifty men for a month."
Masso shook his head. "If s not enough."
Michael laughed. "You're a greedy little shit, Masso. If s more than
enough, and
you know it Now, have we a deal?"
He put out a hand.
"How do I know I can trust you, Trader?"
"Because you can't afford not to."
For a moment longer Masso hesitated then, reluctantly, he clasped
Michael's hand 
in his own. "Okay. But you keep your word, eh, Trader-man? You keep
your fucking
word." 

Emily looked up from where she was working at her desk, then set her
glasses
aside. "Chao? What is it?" 
Lin Chao smiled, then came into the room. "We've news," he said. "It 
seems 
someone saw Michael three days back, at Chamonix."
Emily frowned. "Then he should have been back by now."
"No. It seems they've had bad weather. The Montets Pass was blocked. He
would 
have been delayed."
She looked down, clearly relieved to have some kind of explanation.
Then,
pushing aside the report she'd been working on, she stood.He watched as
she 
pulled on her over-jacket and began to
button it "Mother?" 
She looked across. "I'm going to meet him." "But..."
"No buts. I'm going, and thafs that." He shrugged. "Okay. But I'm
coming with
you." "Don't you think I can look after myself, Lin Chao?" "Oh, I'm
sure you
can, mother, but I'd like to come, so
humour me." 
"All right But what about your duties?" "Tybor will fill in for me. He
owes me a 
favour or two." Emily looked at her adopted son sceptically, then shook
her 
head. "Okay. Then gather together eight men and supplies for
three days. If I know Michael, he'll head for Saanenmoser." 

DeVore stood at the head of the stairs, looking out across the echoing
chamber,
his chest puffed out, his voice full of pride.
"There, Ben. What do you think?"
The four creatures at the far end of the chamber were massive - maybe
eight
times the body weight of humans -and their eyes ...
"Can we speak to them?"
DeVore looked to him and smiled. "Of course. They'll be pleased to have
some 
intelligent conversation for a change."
Ben laughed. "If these are what I think they are, then it ought to be
interesting."
DeVore narrowed his eyes. "And what do you think they are?"
"The next stage in your plan."
"Which is?" 
To populate the galaxy. To fill a million worlds with images of
yourself. But
all he said was, "I don't know. You tell me."
"Come," DeVore said, taking his arm, "let me show you them."
But Ben paused a moment, reaching out to touch DeVore's arm lightly.
"Forgive
me, Howard, but what exactly are they doing?"
BROWNIAN MOTION 
DeVore looked to him and smiled. "They are making me a coat."
Ben looked back. A coat? He laughed, thinking of the tale of the
Emperor and his
new clothes. "But there's nothing there."
"Not nothing, Ben. Nothingness. They are making a coat of nothingness,
or 
rather, of folded space. It will fit over my normal coat, the field
generated by
my buttons and epaulets, and by tiny transmitters sewn into the arms
and edges
of the jacket The field will be only microns across, but that will be
sufficient 
enough to prevent anything from penetrating it"
"And your head?"
"My head, like all my vital functions will be inside the field."
"So how do you breath?"
"The field switches on and off at over three hundred times a second. 
That's 
enough to allow oxygen molecules to pass through the field. But
anything larger
and ... pfff ... it ceases to be in an instant"
Ben smiled, impressed. "Clever. Who thought of it?"
"Hannem. But come, let him tell you himself." 

It was late morning when they came down from the passes and out into
the valley.
They were still high up, on the eastern slope, and the valley floor and
the 
river that wound through it were still some six hundred metres below
them, but 

the day was bright and visibility good. Saanenmoser was at most an houraway.Emily was at the front of the group, flanked by two of the olderrebels. Just behind her, walking alongside young Yuen Ho, was the boy, Daniel.Behind them were four more of Emily's most trusted men, and, bringing up the tail,Lin Chao. Chao was unhappy. When the boy had asked to come, he had counselled hismother against the idea. We can't be sure about him, he'd argued; not untilwe've made all the proper checks. But Emily had overruled him. She'd spoken to theboy andliked him. Which was why Chao was hovering at the back, watching him like a hawk.Why he'dinsisted that the boy should be unarmed. For if this was DeVore's work ... He didn't like it. Not one tiny little bit In fact, every instinct hepossessedtwitched at the thought of the boy. Something about him was wrong.Badly wrong.Like the very fact that he had won his mother's trust so quickly.You're jealous, a little voice inside him said. You don't like himbecause yourmother does. But even if that was true, it did not mean that he should abandon goodsense. DeVore would go to any lengths to kill his mother. And seeming was histrademark. The boy seemed harmless, and yet he'd shot two morphs dead with singleshots between the eyes from over five hundred metres. If that was harmlessthen what precisely did he need to do to be thought a threat?Besides, he'd watched the boy. He'd seen how his eyes took ineverything, likecameras. And who was to say that wasn't what he was? Why, even now DeVore mightbe staring through Daniel's eyes, watching Emily's back.No, they ought to have checked him out thoroughly before trusting himon a mission like this. And that included a thorough medical checkWhy, for all they knew he could be a walking bomb.Chao shook himself. Paranoid, he thought I'm getting paranoid. Butthen, he hadevery reason to be. He had seen enough of DeVore's tricks to last him alifetime. He looked up. The sky was clear, not a cloud in the sky. Perfect patrolweather. But they would hear any cruisers long before they'd come close enoughto spottheir tiny group.A hawk called, high and clear. Chao stopped dead, turning to look, hislips 
parting in a smile Yet even as he saw it, circling high above the
opposite
slope, he heard an "ufff and a muffled cry.
Chao looked back to see Yueh Ho down, his gun in Daniel's hands, the
barrel 
aimed straight at Emily's back.
"No-o-ohJ" 
The gunshot echoed across the valley.
There was a moment's stunned silence, then Daniel threw the gun down.
Emily turned, staring at Daniel, her face a study in shocked surprise.
Then,
turning back, she walked across and stood over the shattered machine.
It fluttered and sparked, then lay still, smoke wisping from its
splintered
casing.
Daniel stepped up alongside her, then crouched, poking at the broken
thing.
"Mimics," he said quietly.
"You've seen these before?" she said, watching him.
He nodded. "In the Garden." 
There was a murmur of surprise from all sides.
"You've been in there?" she asked, looking at him in a new light
"Five times." 
"Five ..." Emily turned, looking to Chao. But Chao was staring past her
at the 
shattered fragments of the machine that had almost - almost - killed
his mother. 
"This is new," Daniel said, looking up again.
"New?" Emily shook her head. "No, Daniel. These things..."
"It's new," he insisted. "He's been developing new versions of these
things.
This one... if s recent. No more than a year old at most"
"You must be wrong, Daniel. These are old machines. Leftovers from the
War." 
"No. He's making them again. And if they're here, they're here because
he's put
them here." 
The thought clearly sobered her. She reached out and lightly touched
his arm. 
"Thank you," she said quietly.
Daniel shrugged, then stood. Emily stared at him a moment longer, then,
undipping the spare rifle she carried on her back, she handed it to
him. 
'1 think you've earned this."
Daniel smiled, then slung the strap of the gun over his shoulder.
Emily nodded, then looked about her at the surrounding slopes. "Okay. I
guess
we'd better hurry. We don't want Michael meeting one of these before we
get to
him." 

"Well?" DeVore asked as they walked along the corridor, heading back to
the 
North Palace. "What did you think?"
"I think I'd like to take one home to study it" 

DeVore laughed. "It would beat you at chess.""It could try."DeVore pushed open the door and they went through. "They've a muchbigger brainthan the old model. It's quicker, too, and subtler. The creature'sreactions are faster, too, and I've enhanced the musculature.""I noticed," Ben said, slowing to let DeVore open the inner door."Hannem looked like he could rip sheets of steel in two.""Oh, he could. If I asked him to, that is. But they do nothing withoutmysay-so." DeVore paused, taking a key from his belt, then looked back atBen. "If s in here." "Under lock and key, I note. You think someone will try to steal it?""If they could find it At present it isn't there.""Handy. Then why bother with a key?""Old habits." But Ben sensed there was a reason. DeVore never did anything without areason. But this intrigued him, more so perhaps than the new creatures. DeVoreclaimed he had a ship that travelled by folding space - now that was somethinghe would like to own. DeVore turned the lock then pushed the door open, stepping aside to letBen pass. "There!" he said.The ship rested on the floor of the chamber. It was a beautiful thingof silver and pearl and polished wood. Ben turned, surprised, looking across towhere DeVore stood in the doorway."But I thought you said ...""Go over to it," DeVore said, a teasing smile on his lips. "See if youcan find out where it is." Ben walked across, putting his hand out towards it. But even as heapproachedit, it seemed to go away from him, or disappear entirely, so that whenhe turned, it was behind him."I don't understand." 'If s a projection, direct into your retinas. The real ship is in a no-spacebetween universes. In a space that isn't space at all, if you follow.""And what powers it?""The differential between universes." DeVore smiled. "Put simply, itskipsbetween the two, in the no-space that exists between their surfaces.""A gap?"DeVore shook his head. "No. There is no gap between realities. If oneknew how,one could step through from one into another, as if one were steppingthrough anopen door. But that secret has been forgotten, if ever it was known." 
"By you, perhaps.""Oh, if others knew it, then we too would know about it""Maybe." Ben smiled, then shook his head. "My father would have likedthis. He loved to debate theories." "This is no theory, my friend. The ship works. One like it brought mefrom Charon many years ago.""Forgive me," Ben said, "but if thaf s so, why don't you use this sametechnology to defeat your enemies? Or at least to confound them."DeVore looked away. "It is not that easy. The energy involved, ifmisdirected,could rip apart this tiny system."But Ben was not happy with that explanation. If there was a way ofharnessingthis mysterious energy - and he had no real reason to doubt that thisforce,whatever it was, really existed - then it could be controlled. And ifit could be controlled it could be fine-tuned. And used. For good or ill.So why was DeVore so vague about it? Had he, perhaps, not made butfound the ship? And was he lying when he said he understood the principles behindits function? For if he could make a craft that skipped between theuniverses, whycould he not harness this power to break Egan's blockade or track downand kill the woman? And yet DeVore had made Hannem, and Hannem and his fellow creatureswere a genuine marvel. It was not that DeVore lacked intellectual substance -he was a clever man, and nodoubting it - but one could never be sure just whenhe was lying and when he wasn'tStanding outside the room again, Ben felt as if he had been given aninsightinto DeVore. He was powerful, certainly, but not quite powerful enough.Not enough to carry out his plans, anyway. And his need to wear a cloak ofinvisible power to protect himself spoke volumes.DeVore was paranoid. And slowly, piece by piece, he was creating aworld just asparanoid as heBut his spell could be unwoven, by a single bullet or a knife. Yes, ora blow to the skull with the butt-end of a gun.And what then? How would the world be without DeVore to give it acutting edge?Like a carp pond without a pike, he thought, recalling what Li Yuan hadonce said to him. Back in his rooms, alone again, Ben sat, staring into space, thinkingabout what he had seen. It did not worry him that DeVore might do away with 
humanity and
place some greater, finer creature in its place. If so, then that was
mankind's 
fate, and what could individual men do about it? One could not build a
dam 
against such evolutionary pressures. Yet it did worry him that, despite
the 
morphs' evident intellectual ability, they might not be the chosen
race, the
natural successors of mankind. For a start they were too docile - far
too 
compliant to the Great Man's will As DeVore himself proudly boasted,
there was 
no more obedient creature in the galaxy.
No. It seemed more likely that all this was but an act of extreme
egoism - an
attempt to people the galaxy with copies of himself With minors. And
what had 
vanity to do with evolution?
So what was the answer? Side with DeVore? Or kill him? 
And if the latter, could he, personally, do it?
He smiled, remembering what Meg had said before he'd come here to
Mannheim. 
If you get at all dose, Ben, slip a knife between his ribs and leave it
there. 
He had not thought his sister capable of such hatred. But so it was.
Meg loathed
DeVore with a passion he could not imagine.And maybe she was right
He stood, then went to the window, looking out. DeVore's woman, Emtu,
was down 
there, walking in the gardens. He watched her a while, wondering just
why DeVore
had created her. Then, a strange smile forming on his lips, he nodded
to 
himself. 
That's it, he thought That's bloody well it. 

Masso had been as good as his word. He'd given back the carts and freed
Michael's men. And then, he'd brought them here to Saanenmoser. But
that had 
been the end of things, for having come so far, his nerve gave and,
fearing that
Michael might, after all, have duped him, he decided to take what he
could get
'Tour coats," he said, his gun levelled directly at Michael's head,
while his 
other men covered the rest of Michael's party.
"We've still a good day's travel," Michael said, as calmly as he could.
"We'll 
not survive a night without our coats."
"Find shelter," Masso said, a sneer on his face now. "Huddle together.
If the 
gods will it, you'll survive."
"You gave your word," Michael said.
"And now I take it back." Masso shook his head. "I don't trust you, 

Trader. Something about you rings false. So I'll take what I can and beg yourpardon."Michael stared at the man a long time after that, remembering his face,then,with an angry shrug, he pulled off his coat and threw it down atMasso's feet,his eyes never leaving Masso's face.He heard the sound of his men pulling off their thick winter pelts andthrowingthem down. Dead men now. For the weather was against them this far up, and therewas little shelter in the hills above Saanenmoser. "If I live I'll come back for you, Masso.""If you live."And there was laughter suddenly. Cruel gallows laughter. And there he'dbeen thinking them different from the other cutthroats and vagabonds whoroamed the lower slopes. Michael swallowed bitterly, wishing he could have seenEmilyoncemore before he died, then, with a bellow of rage, he ran at Masso, headdown. He heard the shot but didn't feel the bullet strike him. Then all hell broke lose. There was automatic fire and the sound of small detonations. Grenades or ... Gas ... Where the fuck had they got gas?And then he was falling down a long deep hole, his head as weightlessas a leaf blowing on the wind ... 
Emily looked down at the corpses at the foot of the slope and shook herhead,her voice trembling."The idiot The impatient bloody idiot"The strangers were all dead. She had killed two of them herself, andLin Chao had shot another, but Daniel had picked off four of them withsuccessive shots. Even so, they'd come too late. Michael was dead. He lay face down in apool ofblood. "Go help those two," she said, gesturing urgently towards the twowounded men who knelt beside the cart. Then, forcing herself, feeling like she wasin a dark and awful dream, she began to walk towards her fallen husband.She'd heard his bellow even as they'd come out of the trees, had seenhim throw himself at the stranger, arms out like a diver.Michael hadn't stood a chance. The gunshot had ripped into his chestfrom almost 
point blank range, and the way the body had jerked she knew it was bad.
Emily slowed, the blood pounding in her temples. For a moment she
almost 
stumbled. 
"Mother?" Lin Chao's arm was under her arm, holding her up. "Are you
all right?"
"No, no I..."
She had to sit Chao helped her down, then squatted, facing her, his
face filled 
with concern. She looked back at him a moment, a look of pure
desolation in her 
face, then let her head fall forward, beginning to sob.
I came too late. The stupid, stupid man! Why couldn't he wait?
For a moment nothing. Then she looked up. Daniel was crouching close
by. He had
been saying something to her.
"... bad," he said.
"What?" she said, slurred, like a drunk.
"He's hurt bad. We have to get him back at once. He's lost a lot of
blood." 
"Who?" she said, blinking. "Who's hurt?"
"If s Michael," Chao said, cutting in. "He's still alive, mother. He's
still 
alive!" 

The journey back across the mountains was the worst she'd known. She
felt every
bump, every painful little jolt From time to time she would have them
slow, so
that she could place her ear against his chest to check he was still
breathing,
then would make them hurry on, her haste to get back to camp balanced
against a
desire not to hurt him too much. 
Michael's chest was a mess. It was a miracle really that he was alive.
But then 
she reminded herself of what he'd been like last time - after the bomb 
that had 
killed his best friend. Thirty years ago, that had been, in America.
Back then 
he had survived against the odds. And so now. If only they could get
him back in 
time. 
When darkness fell they were still an hour from the camp and Emily
began to fear
the worst To come this far and fail would be dreadful, and yet it
seemed they
must fail, for Michael's breathing grew laboured, and with each breath
he 
groaned, as if he wanted to be gone from this world of pain and
suffering. But
she would not let him go.
"Hold on," she murmured, walking beside the makeshift stretcher, her
hand 
resting on his arm. "We'll get there soon, my love, I promise you." 

Ahead of them now was a small ravine, crossed by a narrow rope bridge.Beyond itthe path sloped down again. Yet, as they climbed the steep pathsomethingrattled down the slope to meet them.The explosion knocked the two stretcher bearers off their feet Emilytoo went down. The stretcher fell, tilting to the sideDaniel and Lin Chao hadopenedfire. As the things came down the slope at them, they picked them off.Emily rolled over, bringing her gun up to her shoulder, even as anotherof the spider-like things scuttled over the rocks towards her. She blew a holein its pot-like belly.For a moment there was nothing in the world but gunfire. Thenstillness. A sudden, awful stillness. And then a groan.Emily turned her head. The groan had come from one of the stretcherbearers who lay there, his body hunched into itself, like a caterpillar arching itsback,his hands holding his ruined stomach. He had taken the worst of theblast By thelook of it, shrapnel had embedded itself in his stomach. Emily tookthis in at a glance, then clambered up, looking for Michael."Michael...?" She saw him almost at once, lying face down on the ledge nearby. He wasstill. Ominously still. Even as she made to go to him, Lin Chao crouched downbeside him, placing his hand to his stepfather's neck to check for a pulse.Emily shivered. She knew, even before Chao turned and looked at her.Knew because, even before that moment, they had been using up their luck.But knowingwas not knowing. She went across and knelt beside the body, her handsgentlycradling his head, caressing the soft mantle of his hair."You should have waited," she said, whispering the words into theunhearingshell of his ear. "You should have known I'd come." 
The broken packet lay upon the floor of the hut where Masso had thrownit onlythe day before, a vivid orange glow thrown up into the shadowed room.Close by,stretched out upon his back, one hand frozen into a bloated claw, laythe guard,his bright yet sightless eyes staring at the ceiling. He too glowed,his flesh,where it jutted from the ragged cloth pulsing with a faint blood-pinklightPollen danced in the darkness of the cabin, glowing gently, each spore 
diseasedly alive.
Brownian motion. 
The randomness of particles.
The clawed hand trembled then burst like a pod, spewing a cloud of
glowing
pollen into the shadows.
Sudden agitation, and then stability. The eternal pattern of nature.
And then silence. A long, inhuman silence. 

DeVore threw the door open and stormed from the room. Behind him, his
personal
staff looked on, white-faced with fear.
He half-ran down the corridor, past the open lift and down the concrete
steps
that led to the morgue There, on a slab in the centre of the main
dissecting
room, lay one of his morphs - one of the new generation Neumann - dead.
White-coated technicians, their faces masked, cowered against the far
wall,
their eyes frightened. DeVore looked to them then gestured for one of
them to 
come to him. The man came, his legs almost failing him, until he stood
before 
DeVore, his body half-bowed.
"What happened!" DeVore said, a strange twisted tone in the second
word. 
"W-we d-don't know ..." the technician began.
DeVore reached out and lifted the man from his feet with one hand, then
sank a 
knife deep into his heart
"Wrong answer."
He let the body fall, then looked to the others, showing them the
knife. 
"What... went... wrong!"
"If s diseased," one of them offered; a young technician at the very
end of the 
line. "The nervous system ..."
DeVore stared at him hawkishly. "What about the nervous system?"
His Chief Technician answered him. "If s rotted away."
Devore shook his head. "Impossible. It was fine this afternoon." Then,
more 
quietly. "So what caused it?"
The Chief Technician answered quietly. "Thaf s what we don't yet know.
We need 
to do a proper autopsy ..."
"Twenty-four hours."
"Tin sorry, Master?"DeVore's eyes were like steel. "That"s how long
you've got
to find out Twenty-four hours. And then I start dissecting you" 

Ben found DeVore in his rooms, seated in a chair beside the open
window, staring
out into the moonless dark, his right hand restlessly stroking his 

chin. 
"Howard?" 
DeVore looked round distractedly. "Oh, if s you ..."
"Whaf s the matter?" 
DeVore gestured towards the chair beside his own, then shook his head.
"They're
diseased." 
"Your creatures?" 
DeVore nodded. "I've put the others in isolation, but two others have
already
gone down with it It's their nervous systems. It seems they're simply
rotting
away."
"Impossible."
"Yes." 
"But there must be some explanation for it"
"You think so?" 
Nothing happens without a reason."
"No..." 
"And your coat?"
DeVore's eyes met his blankly. "My coat?"
"Your special invisible force-field. Did the creatures finish it?"
"They..." DeVore stopped dead, sitting forward suddenly, his eyes,
which had 
been lifeless, now brightly alive again. "You don't think...?"
"What?" 
"The field. You don't think the field affected them?" 
"Why? Could it?"
"I don't know." DeVore frowned, then shook his head. "No ... If it was
harmful 
Hannem would have known." 
"Maybe he did."
"Impossible"
"Why?"
"He would have said there was a danger."
"Would he?" 
DeVore bridled. "Of course he fucking would!"
"Why? You told him to make you a coat of power. It wasn't his place to
question
that decision." 
"But that's stupid. If he knew ..."
"Then he would have said nothing. You said it yourself, Howard -
there's no more 
obedient creatures in the galaxy than your morphs."
"But that s ..." 
"Crazy?"
DeVore nodded, but Ben could see he was already half convinced.
Ben gave a little push. "Which of them have sickened?"
DeVore turned and looked at him. For a moment he was silent, then he
made a 
little shrug of acceptance. "You're right."
"None of the others have been affected?" 
"Not one." 
"And the coat?" 
DeVore looked to him, then smiled. "Try touching me" 

As the morning sun slowly climbed the sky they buried Michael under thelawn beside his favourite stream, the branches of an ancient elderoverhanging themound. They were all there - at least, all of them that were stillalive after six years of campaigns against The Man.Emily was the last to leave the graveside Lin Chao waited for her somelittle way off, then walked across and put his arm about her shoulders,letting herweep against his side. But his face too was wet Michael had been a goodman, yesand a good father too. He had been a "Mender", like Lin Shang beforehim. Mender Lin, who had first taken him from the streets and cared for him.Three fathers he had had now, and each in turn had been taken from himviolently. Such was the world he lived in. Yet he did not despair. Notwhile she was there. Not while she yet strove for a better, kinder world.Danielwas waiting for them beside the tiny wooden bridge that crossed the stream.Seeinghim, Chao smiled. K any doubts remained, they were not significantDaniel had proved himself twice over on the journey. Now he was a brother.At the head of the valley, Emily turned, looking down at the stream andat the tree-edged lawn beyond it You could barely see where the mound was fromthis high up, yet she seemed to see it clearly. Once more her eyes misted.That's where her heart is now, Lin Chao thought, watching her face,finding areal beauty in those deep-carved lines of hers, in the fine-spun greyof her hair. They said DeVore kept a copy of his mother. A younger, fairer copy,made from the finger she had lost to him that time. But no copy could match thisoriginal.To his eyes there was no finer sight in all the universe than this.Emily turned, looking to him, her eyes gentle now, a faint smile on herlips."What were you thinking, Chao?"He lied. "I was wondering what was for breakfast."She laughed. It was what he always said. "Come," she said, taking hisarm and holding it overlong, letting the love she felt for him pass betweenthem. "Let7s go and find out" 
CHAPTER-12 wakingWaking, he found her in his arms, her naked breasts against his chest, her bodyfolded along the length of his body. Bodies surrounded them; soft, warmbodies,their sleeping forms filling the shadows of the well.Sighing deeply, he stretched like an animal, the feeling of relaxation,of utter satiation, so strong that for a moment his mind was dark and withoutthoughtNameless he was. A leaf drifting on the great swell of the ocean'stides. All will, all struggle had been washed from him. For the moment he wascomplete,enclosed. Adrift He was adrift upon the dark tide. Sleep took him once again andhe turned, folding himself back into the contours of her body, her limbsand his interlocked, their breath a single sound, a single motion. AdriftAnd then a noise, like the lapping of a wave against a rock.Consciousness. Slowly, memory returned.Li Yuan opened his eyes and yawned. The light was above him. A brightcurve of light that was slowly travelling down the side of the well.Morning.He looked about him, remembering the long nighfs pleasures, a tinyshiver of astonishment rippling through him.1 never guessed.Need. Sex had always been a matter of need, and the more intense hisneed, themore intense the experience Until last nightLast night had beensurrender. Last night he had found at last what he had been seeking all his life.Obliteration. The smile he now smiled was like a child's, wholly innocent; a wakingsmile that came from the great well of contentment deep within him. Contentment... and love. Yes. He was loved. Even as he lay there, he felt that love all abouthim, therein the bodies that lay against his own, flesh to his flesh, envelopinghim. He had lived his whole life in ignorance, unaware of the depths withinhimself,lacking even the vaguest notion that this other self - this vastoceanic being -existed within the narrow compass of his human frame.He had spent his time staring at sunlit surfaces, his inner eye blindedby thewinking light. But now he saw.Halfway, a voice said, or rather, did not say, except in his head. Youhave come but halfway.Li Yuan narrowed his eyes, looking up into the brightness above him."Tuan Ti 
Fo? Is that you?"
A rope fell softly from above, brushing his upper arm.
Qimb up, the voiceless voice said. Oimb up and meet your other self.
"Must P" 
There was laughter. A gentle, healing laughter.
You wish to stay there, Li Yuan?
He reached out and took the rope, grasping it with both hands as it
tightened,
letting himself be pulled up out of that soft mound of naked bodies.
Dangling on the rope, he looked back, a sigh of happiness escaping him.
They will always be there for you.
"I know." 
There was no jealousy, no discord, none of that awful, hateful nonsense
that 
normally accompanied the sexual act This once it had been pure,
unselfish. He 
had given and taken without thought
As it always should have been.
The old man slowly hauled him up, then put out a hand, pulling him up
onto the 
flattened earth beside the well. 
Li Yuan looked at the sage, seeing him properly for the first time. He
was both 
there and not-there. Light passed through him, and yet he was solid.
"What now?" he asked. 
"You must climb up."
Li Yuan looked past Tuan Ti Fo to the spire. In the morning's light it
seemed to 
spear the heavens. He stepped forward, meaning to go across to it and
climb, but
Tuan Ti Fo put out a hand, gently touching his chest
"Not yet, Li Yuan. First you must rest and bathe." 

Egan stepped from the bathroom and stopped. Li Kuei Jen stood in the
doorway,
his face clouded. 
"Whaf s up?"
Li Kuei Jen shrugged. "Maybe nothing. Then again ..."
He finished towelling himself then threw the towel aside and walked
across to 
where his clothes were laid out. 
"Rumours?" he asked, stepping into his pants.
"No." 
Kuei Jen came across and sat on the edge of the dressing table,
watching him
dress. "Something's happening, Mark, but I'm not sure just what it is.
I heard 
it from one of my servants first It seemed incredible, but, now that
I've 
checked on it, it looks like ifs true."
"True?" 
"The clubs. Last night they were empty. Not a soul in them."
"dubs? What clubs?" 
"You name them. Ectogenesis. The Kitchen. Blake's. Yes, and the rest
Not a soul 

in any of them."
Egan had begun to turn away, now he turned back, facing her.
"Impossible! The
world could be ending and those places would still be packed out!"
"That's what I thought"
"So what the fuck's happening? Someone throw a party or something?"Kuei
Jen 
shook his head. "No. And no one's gone down sick, as far as I can make
out" 
"Then maybe ifs got something to do with our declaration of Martial
Law?" 
"It crossed my mind. But anyone who can afford to go to The Kitchen is
going to
be exempt from current legislation anyway. Oh, a handful might have
been worried 
about the reaction of the common citizenry and not ventured out, but aH
of 
them?" 
"So maybe they know something we don't"
"A coup?"
Egan nodded. "Are the palace defences in place?"
"It was the first thing I checked on."
Egan stood there a while, thinking it through, then shook his head,
more 
confused than ever. "No. It still doesn't make sense. Why tip everyone
the wink,
then do nothing?"
"I don't know." 
"My grandfather?"
"Is in Providence still." 
"Horton?" 
"With Coover in Reno." 
"DeVore?" 
Kuei Jen shook his head. "They'd not stay indoors for DeVore."
'Then whafi" He was getting twitchy now. "What in the gods' names is
going on?"
There was a knock. Egan stared at the door a moment then went over to a
drawer 
and took out a gun. He walked across, standing just to the side of the
door. 
"Who is it?" 
'Ifs me. Li Han Ch'in." 
Egan turned, looking to his wife Kuei Jen nodded, then walked across
and pulled
open the door.
Li Han Ch'in stepped in, then turned, giving Egan a little bow. "Here,"
he said,
holding out a package for him to take "I think this might explain what1
s going
on." 

It seemed a long wait, but finally the lid swung back and Egan sat up,
looking
dazed, but dearly none the worse for the experience.
"Well?" Kuei Jen asked anxiously. "What is it like?" 

Egan climbed out then sat on the edge of the shell, staring at hishands and frowning. "It was ... wonderful." He shivered, then looked up at hiswife '1..." Kuei Jen came across and wrapped a cloak about Egan's shoulders, thensat beside him. Li Han Ch'in stood across from them, looking on, his face creasedwith concern. "You what?" Li Kuei Jen coaxed, his arm about him, his face lookinginto his. "I... killed a man. A rival in love I... wanted to." Li Kuei Jen looked to his half-brother and frowned. "What do you mean?It was a shell, Mark. A fiction. You didn't really kill a man.""No, but it was so real. So ..."Again he shivered, not from cold, as Kuei Jen had first thought butfrom something else. Mark's eyes were staring now, as if he could physicallysee something there in the air before him."I've never met anyone like her. She was so surprising... so funny, and... so beautiful." "She?" Egan turned his head and looked directly at her. "Helen. Her name isHelen. She ..." "She doesn't exist Mark. She's a fiction" "No. She exists. Somewhere She has to. He couldn't possibly haveinvented her." Again Kuei Jen looked to his half-brother, his concern growing. Then,standingup, he turned and stepped down, removing the tape from the slot"What are you doing?" Egan asked, his eyes suspicious."I'm going to destroy it""No!" He stood, making a grab for it but Han Ch'in interceded, holdinghis arms. "Kuei Jen is right Mark. It must be destroyed. Look at the effect ifshad on you. And the others, too. Think, Mark. Think!"But Egan was trembling as he watched Kuei Jen smash the tape againstthe side of the shell again and again. His eyes showed real pain."No," he moaned."No-oh-oh!" Kuei Jen threw the broken tape aside, then faced his husband once more,gesturing to Han Ch'in to release his arms. Egan staggered, then fellto his knees, holding his head in his hands."Aiya! You don't understand ...""Oh, I understand right enough," Kuei Jen said, looking over hishusband's head at his half-brother. "Shepherd may have made this, but this has themark of DeVore all over it If s a trap, Mark A silken web. And if s got most ofBoston's elite strung up in it But if we act quickly we can do something." 
Egan glanced up, something like sanity returning to his eyes. 'Tell mewhat to do." "Do? You must ban the tape, thaf s what you must do. And you mustconfiscate every copy you can find and burn them. And then you must find out wherethey'vebeen coming in from and plug that gap.""And then?" "Then you have to try to forget what you've just experienced."But that, Kuei Jen knew, was going to be the hardest part of all. 
Chalker came smartly to attention in the doorway to the Throne Room,bowing hishead low. "Master." "Ah, there you are, Colonel. How goes the search?"Chalker raised his head, his eyes taking in the extraordinary sight ofEgan, satupon his throne, thick ropes bound tight about his chest and arms. Tothe left of the throne, just below the steps, was a wire brazier, smoke curlingup fromthe smouldering coals."Master?" "Ifs okay, Colonel. This is for my own good."Chalker looked to Li Kuei Jen, a query in his eyes, but Egan's wifestayedsilent 'Tm sorry, I..."'The tapes, Colonel. Have you found any more tapes?""Hundreds, Master. But...""Bring them," Egan commanded, gesturing towards the smoking brazier."Place them there, beside the brazier."Chalker hesitated, then turned and signalled to two of his men whostood outside in the long corridor."Quickly now!"He turned back, standing aside as his men wheeled in a cart piled highwith copies of Shepherd's tape."It was as you said," Chalker said, watching his men set the cartbeside the brazier. "Nearly every Mansion had a copy."Egan's eyes followed the cart, a strange light in them now. "Are theyall... the same?" "It seems so, Master. We've not checked them all, of course, but...""Then maybe I should ...""No!" Li Kuei Jen said, stepping across and standing between hishusband and the cart "You have ordered these destroyed, remember?""Yes," he said, a strange wheedling tone in his voice now. "But itwouldn't hurt 
to check, just in case."
Chalker watched the exchange, astonished. What in the gods' names was
going on?
"Burn them!" Li Kuei Jen said, turning to face the two men who stood to
attention by the cart "Do it! Quickly now!"
"No..." Egan said, groaning, his body straining against his bonds as he
watched 
the soldiers throw the first of the tapes into the fire. "Please,
don't... 
Please ..." 
Li Kuei Jen turned back. "We must, my love. For your own sake. And for
the sake 
of City America."
Chalker took a step towards his king. "Master?"
But Egan was not even aware he was there. Egan was staring wide-eyed at
the 
flames that now leaped from the burning pile of tapes, such pain and
longing in
his face - such loss - that Chalker shuddered to see it 

Egan was sleeping now, heavily-sedated. Stepping from his room, Kuei
Jen looked 
to his half-brother and grimaced."Have you ever seen the like?"
Han Ch'in frowned. "Once, back in Sichuan, when my stepfather, the
Warlord, took
me to one of his clubs. There were addicts there. I tell you, Kuei Jen,
they
were like beady-eyed, soulless machines. But that..." He shuddered.
"What could have been on that tape to do that to him?"
"I do not know, and I do not want to know." Han Ch'in fell silent,
then. "Did he 
sign the Edict?"
"Yes." 
'Then maybe there's a chance."
"You think so? You think the threat of death will stop someone who's
already
experienced the tape? You saw what it did to him after only a single
viewing.
Why, he almost tore himself out of his bonds trying to save those
tapes!"
"I saw," Han Ch'in said, his eyes troubled.
"And if I know DeVore, Boston won't be the only City to have been
seeded with 
those things. We can only pray that Chalker and his men will root them
out..." 
"Before the damage is done?" Han Ch'in shook his head. "If you ask me,
the 
damage has already been done. While we slept"
Kuei Jen slumped into a chair. "I should not have let him sample it"
"You could not have known." 
"No. But I ought to have suspected it We have tasters taste our food to
make 
sure it is not poisoned."
Han Ch'in crouched, facing his half-brother. "Do not blame yourself,
Kuei Jen. 

You were not to know. And when you did, you acted swiftly anddecisively. Nomore could have been asked of you."But Han Ch'in could see that Kuei Jen was unconvinced. "So what now?" Han Ch'in asked quietly, when the silence had draggedon. Li Kuei Jen looked up and sighed. "I don't know. But let us hope theyfind our father, neh, and soon. Let us pray to Heaven that he, at least, issafe." 
WAKING Locking the door behind him, Chalker quickly crossed the room, settingthe tapedown on the edge of the machine.It had not been hard to trace the company who had delivered the tapes.EC -Elite Couriers - had their offices in the Hartford Enclave, nearBradleySpaceport. But on arriving at their offices, he knew at once that he'dcome too late. The fire crew said it was an accident - an electrical short - but he knew better. All the delivery records had been destroyed, and the computerback-ups.As he'd picked over the smouldering debris he had felt more and morecertain of it This had been a professional job. A covering of tracks. Now he'dnever know who'd smuggled the tapes in, or how.But he had found this one final copy, among the half-burned bits andpieces inone of the bins. A return, perhaps, or a misdirect. Its plain, brown-paper coverhad been ripped and charred and the address label was missing, but thetapeitself was untouched. He'd felt a slight twinge of guilt as he'dslipped it intohis tunic pocket, but he told himself it was for the good of all.At least, he hoped it was.It was almost four hours now since he had witnessed those extraordinaryscenes in the Throne Room; four hours in which he'd brooded on the matter, hisinitial feeling of frustration at not being trusted by his Masters growinguntil it had become a full-blown anger. He had thought he'd done enough to earn thattrust;to have made himself much more than a mere "fixer" - more than the man who tidied up their messes after them - but it seemed not No, they had noteven given him the courtesy of an explanation; he had simply been told tocollect upthe tapes and burn them, like a common servant. 
But he wasn't a common servant Nor would he allow himself to be treated as such. Not by the likes of Egan and his half-man wife, anyway!I need to know, he told himself, as he shrugged off his uniform andclimbed into the shell. It is my duty to know.And when he knew?Then he could effectively combat this, whatever itwas. It was the first rule of combat, after all: know thine enemy.As the lid hissed into place, Chalker lay still, letting the wiresattach themselves to his flesh. Closing his eyes, he surrendered to theembrace of the machine. I need to know. 
That evening they bathed Li Yuan and anointed him, then led him to thetower and bid him climb. There, at the very top of that great spire, the deep-shadowed bowl of Nineveh below him, he sat cross-legged upon the platform andwaited for the dark, the faintly glowing bowl beside him, the great ocean of thenightsurrounding him.And as the sun set, he remembered what Tuan Ti Fo had said:There is a duality to everything, Li Yuan. You have known it all yourlife, forit is there in the teachings of the Too, but you have never really feltit. Until now. Now you will understand, and see. And when you have seen,you willnever stop seeing.It was true. He had known of that duality all his life; had read of itand paidlip service to it Li and Ch'i it was - the outward form and the innerenergy. Asthe great sage, Chu Hsi had said, three thousand years before,"Throughout theuniverse there is no ch'i without It, nor ti without ch'i." Yet he had never included himself in that great universal equation, as if somehow,merely byexisting, he was outside of it all, his self-awareness somethingspecial,something different and apart from the rest. But all things were apart.Yes, even a man's consciousness was divided, split between the darknessof sensuality and the searing light of intellectThis too was old knowledge. Yet each individual man forgot Time andagain heneeded to be reminded - to be immersed both in himself and in what was outside himself. To look in both directions and be made to face both ways. 
For vision was not a singular thing. One needed both one's eyes to see.WAKING As darkness fell, so he lifted the bowl and drank deeply, feeling thedrug thatwas not a drug course down his throat the scentless, tasteless liquidchanginghim, doubling him, placing him both within and outside of himself,contiguous,each atom aligned and fused, a two-in-one.Letting the bowl fall from his hands he sat back, resting his headagainst thetop of the spire, and stared up into the star-filled void.He hadn't long to wait There was a prickling sensation in his spine andat the base of his neck That prickling grew, until his whole body felt numbedand swollen, and then he felt a strange rushing sensation and the starsseemed to leap down at him and spear him - a thousand million points of lightpiercinghim, so that where, a moment before, there had been nothing but theendless darkness of the void, suddenly there was nothing but light - piercing,shininglightBurning him. Filling him. And as he encompassed it all within thefragile bowlof his skull, so his mouth opened and laughter spilled from his lips.The joyouslaughter of understanding.So there you are, Li Yuan. 
The body lay on the bed where the servants had laid it, the skin sopale itseemed like wax. Looking across at it from the doorway, Levitch couldnot helpwondering what his Master had been feeling in those last few momentsbefore he'd died, for he had never seen a smiling corpse before - never seen suchjoy on theface of a dead man. And that erection! Chalker's men had come an hour back to confiscate the tape, but it hadbeen too late to save Harding.Six times he'd visited the shell. Six times! And each time more feverishly, asif he could not live unless he were back there, inside that awful,suffocatingbox. It had killed him. Levitch was as sure of that as he could be. Hardinghad been a fit old bastard and had no history of heart trouble, so the seizurewas totally unexpected.Unless that too had been part of the programme. 
The idea hadn't occurred to him immediately. He'd been too shocked tofind his Master dead in the shell with that grin on his face. But the more hethoughtabout it, the more it troubled him.He had seen Harding use the shell before. The old boy had at least twodozen tapes, Shepherd's The Familiar among them, but he had never acted theway he hadlast nightLike someone driven. Someone who had totally lost controlLevitch shook his head then turned away, heading back to his room. Thesurgeon'sreport was on his desk, along with the death certificate. "Naturalcauses," itread. Natural causes, my arse.Sitting down behind the desk, Levitch pushed the surgeon's papersaside, thenreached across to take the house journal from the tray. He knew alreadywhat he would write for this evening's entry: "Master found dead." There was noneed for any further details. No, nor time to write them, really. The old man'sdeath had created an administrative headache that would eat up his every wakinghour. Even so, he felt he ought to mention his suspicions to someone.Chalker, perhaps.Opening the big, leather-bound book, Levitch reached across, took thepen fromthe inkstand and began to write, even as the dawn's light began tofilter through the blinds. 
Tuan Ti Fo was waiting for Li Yuan when he came down, standing in thesunlightat the spire's base, his white hair glistening. Greeting Li Yuan, hesmiled and handed him a peach.Li Yuan stared at the dew-beaded fruit a moment, astonished by howdifferent it appeared, how differently he saw it, then looked back at the old man,realisingat that moment that he was standing with one of the Immortals.The sage's smile was filled with gentle amusement "You see now.""I see," Li Yuan answered. And it was true Before now he had seen onlythe shadow form of the old man, but now TuanWAKING no longer lacked substance. He was there before Li Yuan, rooted to thisrealitylike a tree. And yet there was still a part of him that was elsewhere,"Why is that?" he asked. 
"Soon," the old man answered, his eyes letting Li Yuan know that he
would have 
his answer. "The time is almost upon us."
He understood. Something was happening. Something... so vast, so
all-encompassing, that it would transform everything, just as he had
been 
transformed. 
"What do you want?"
"Nothing but what you yourself want You have experienced both the loss
of self 
and the mirroring of the self within the cosmos. These two are integral
and yet
apart, both inside and outside of the great unthinking One."
Li Yuan was quiet a moment, then he nodded. "I think I understand. You
want me 
to go back?"
Tuan Ti Fo nodded. "There will come a time when what you now know will
be of use 
to you. Until that time, keep safe, Li Yuan. And remember what you
learned here. 
We are dual creatures, possessed of two directions within ourselves.
Those 
directions should not be at war with each other. That was never our 
Creator's 
purpose. They are there to be expressed and enjoyed - yes, and
celebrated!" 
Li Yuan stared at the old man a moment, then, smiling his thanks, he
turned and 
began to walk away.
It was time to go back. Back to the human world. 

There was a great flash, and buildings falling, and bodies burning like
matches,
gone in an instant in the great wind.
And the air like molten glass.
And behind it all the figure of a young man laughing. A young man with
old and 
bitter eyes.
Li Yuan straightened, the vision still with him, then put up a hand to
shield 
his eyes against the sun's glare.
They were coming. He could hear the drone of their engines across the
sands.He 
turned, looking back. Nineveh was far behind him now, yet he could
still make 
out the dark outline of its caldera against the desert sky.
Nineveh. Where he had lost and found himself again.
He closed his eyes, remembering. He had been a broken bowl, a half-man
in a 
world of half-men, but now he was complete.
What I should always have been.
He turned back, squinting into the sunlight as the ships came on
towards him. 
Three cruisers, flying in low formation.
Smiling, he raised his arms in greeting. 

"What the ...?" "Slow down!" Zelic barked, leaning over the pilot "Thaf s him!"The cruiser shuddered as it decelerated, the flanking cruisers out­running thema moment, then beginning to decelerate themselves."Gods," Lanier said, coming alongside. "It is. What the fuck is hedoing outhere?" Zelic shrugged, then, remembering their guest, looked at Lanier. "Youwant to tell him, or shall P"Lanier shrugged. "You know these Chinks better than me."Zelic raised an eyebrow, then turned away, making his way back throughthe cabin to where Li Han Ch'in was sleeping.Or had been, for even as he went to knock, the door swung open and HanCh'in stepped out."Are we landing?" he asked."Yes," Zelic said, smiling, liking Li Yuan's son immensely. "We'vefound yourfather." "Found...?" Han Ch'in whooped, then gripped Zelic's arm. "Is he allright'""I... don't know. We've only just spotted him. But he was on his feet"Han Ch'in grinned, then. "Well, come on, Captain! Let us go and greetmyfather!" 
Li Yuan stood with his arms at his sides, waiting as the ships landedall around him, sand whipping up into the air in great swirls from their engines.One by one, the drone of the engines faded.In that sudden silence, the thunk of the hatch locks being sprung waslike the sound of an arrow hitting a targetHe smiled, looking back down the years to a moment when his elderbrother Han Ch'in, had squinted down the arrow and let fly. It had been a springday full ofsunlight, down by the stream at Tongjiang, and he had sat beside thebeautiful Fei Yen looking on as she wagered with his brother.And now his son, his brother's namesake and that woman's progeny,stepped outfrom the hatch to greet him."Han Ch'in," he said, stepping towards him, his arms out"Father!" Han Ch'in ran to him and almost picked him up, he was squeezing him sohard. "Father! We thought you were lost!""I was," he said, "but now I'm found." 
Han Ch'in stood back a little, holding his upper arms. "Where have youbeen?" Li Yuan laughed. "If I could but tell you.""Father?" "Never mind. I'm here now. Is Zelic ...?" "In the cruiser," Han Ch'in said, smiling again, pleased -dearlypleased - tosee him. Again he hugged him, and again Li Yuan found himself thinkingof his brother and how like him this Han Ch'in was. Lost, but found ...He smiled, acknowledging what Tuan Ti Fo had said. And my mother, too,he said silently. She is here, within me.Yes, Li Yuan. She has always been there. You had only to wake to herpresence."Han Ch'in," he said, returning to the moment, "how fares my otherson?" "Kuei Jen is well, father, or was when I left him. But young Egan isnot well. The truth is, our armies were crushed in the Californian campaign, andthen there was a shell..." 'Then we are needed, neh?"Han Ch'in blinked, then bowed his head, responding to something in hisfather's tone; something that had not been there a moment before. Suddenly itwas not simply his father who stood before him, but a Tang, a Son of Heaven."Come, Prince Han," he said, smiling and laying his hand upon his son'sshoulder. "To Boston. Before night falls." 
They flew direct to Baltimore, then changed cruisers, flying in one ofEgan'sown, north across Chesapeake Bay and along the Delaware valley, headingfor Boston. It was there, seated at the window, looking down across the burned-outwastelands between Baltimore and Philadelphia, that Li Yuan had thevision again.Han Ch'in leaned across. "Father? Are you all right?""Boston ..." Li Yuan said, recognising it this time."What? What about Boston?" Li Yuan looked to his son, concerned. "Contact Kuei Jen and Egan. Tellthem to get out of there at once.""But they can't They're meeting Old Man Egan in two hours.""Old Man Egan? You meanjosiah? But...""They gave him a new body.""Yes..." He nodded. "I see that now. The young man with the ancienteyes. Iwondered why.""Father?" "Do as I say, Han. Tell Kuei Jen that ifs a double-cross. Old Man Egan 
won't be 
there. The only reason he's arranged the meeting is to make sure his
grandson
is." 
Han Ch'in looked troubled. "How do you know this?"
"I saw it In a vision. With these." He pointed to his golden eyes. "Has
no one 
ever told you, Han? We see things, all the time. Small things mainly.
Things
that witt come to pass. That’s what the plague did to us. What it gave
us." 
Han Ch'in looked shocked. Even so, he bowed his head and, turning,
hurried 
through to the cockpit Two minutes later he was back.
"Kuei Jen wants to speak to you, father. He says... well, he asks if
you are all
right?"
"In the head, you mean?"
Han Ch'in made an apologetic shrug. Li Yuan got up and went through to
the 
cockpit
Kuei Jen's face was on the tiny screen.
"Father? Oh, how good it is to see you. How are you?"
"Clearly not well in the head, according to you."
"I didn't mean ..." 
"No, but I did. You have to get out of there, Kuei Jen. And everyone
who's dear 
to you. Josiah means to bomb Boston out of existence. I've seen it It
witt 
happen."
"Then we must stop him."
"No. You can't. But you can save yourselves. So get out of there. Now!"
Kuei Jen hesitated, staring at Li Yuan, then gave a nod. "All right.
We'll 
evacuate the court. But what if you're wrong?"
"Meet me in Providence two hours from now and we'll see who was wrong." 

They carried Egan from his bed to the waiting cruiser, his hands and
ankles 
bound, a gag about his mouth, as if they were kidnapping him.
Chalker arrived late, a look of real distress on his face But there was
no time 
for that. Getting him aboard the last of the five cruisers, Kuei Jen
gave the
signal to go.
The cabin was packed. Baby Yuan slept in his nurse's lap. Beside him,
young May
Ji stared wide-eyed into space. She had been woken from her bed to be
brought
here. Squeezed in beside her was her elder brother, Samuel, his sullen
face 

showing his displeasure at events.
All those he loved and cared for were here in the cruiser. All, that
was, but
his father and half-brother. 

As the engines roared into life and the cruiser lifted from the pad,
Kuei Jen 
turned, looking out through the cabin window, watching as the great
fortress 
diminished below him, its
distinctive towers merging into the massive high-rise sprawl of City
Boston. The 
sun was low. Soon it would be night
And if her father was right...
"Impossible," he said softly, speaking to himself.
"What?" Chalker said. 
Kuei Jen looked to him, noting the strangeness in his eyes.
"I said, 'impossible'."
"Yes, but what's impossible?"
"My father reckons Old Man Egan's about to nuke Boston."
Chalker laughed. But then his face grew long again. "Oh, god," he said,
letting
his head drop, his left hand coming up to grip his brow.
"Colonel? Are you all right?"
Chalker looked across, then shook his head. He looked as if he was
suffering
from a very bad migraine. "I experienced it"
"The bomb?" 
"No. The shell. Shepherd's thing. I... I got hold of a copy and
experienced it I
wish to god now I hadn't."
Kuei Jen stared at him. Oh shit, she thought, it's infected Chalker,
too. I can 
see it now. 
"I'm sorry," he said. "I... I destroyed it afterwards. That was the
hardest part
It was ... well, like murdering the woman you love. It was ...
horrible. But a 
part of me knew it was only a tape. A tiny part Heaven help someone of
a more 
... passionate nature."
"Like my husband?"
Chalker met his eyes and nodded.
Kuei Jen looked down at the timer in his wrist, then looked up again,
concerned. 
"How far out are we?" she yelled, looking past the crowded cabin
towards the 
open cockpit door.
"Four and a half k and accelerating."
"Shit!" 
"What is it'" Chalker said quietly.
'The meeting with Old Man Egan was set for sunset That" s four minutes
from now. 
If there is a bomb ..." 
"We'll be okay. We'll be ten k out by the time it blows up. Tell the
pilot to
climb. If we can get above the concussion zone."
He stared at Chalker, then, with a nod, stood up and went out to talk
to the 
pilot A moment later he was back.
"I'm afraid," he said. 'Tve never been afraid before, but I am now. If 
my 

father's right..."
Even as he spoke, the whole cabin lit up as if someone had shone a
dazzling
light through every window.
"Aiya..."
Kuei Jen made to turn and look, but Chalker stopped her. "No!" he
yelled, taking
charge. "Close your eyes everyone and don't look! If 11 burn your eyes
out! Just 
sit still and strap yourselves in."
Kuei Jen looked to her frightened children, seeing that both May and
Samuel had 
their eyes squeezed tightly shut, then sat, letting Chalker strap her
in. The 
light had faded, but he could still see its after-image.
And then the wind hit them, lifting the craft, juddering it roughly for
a long,
long while.
Boston's gone, she thought, picturing in her mind the smouldering waste
the bomb 
would have left The mad old fucker's nuked it! 
Kuei Jen shook his head, unable to believe it And then it hit him. His
father 
had seen it He'd had a vision. Not only that, but he'd told them it was
going to
happen. Now what in the gods' names did that mean?
"He saw it," he said, shaking his head slowly as the craft returned to
normal. 
"He really did see it, after all"
But Chalker was not listening. Chalker was staring at his hands and
rubbing them
one against the other, as if to wipe the blood away. 

Li Yuan was waiting for them in Providence, on the roof of the Imperial
Barracks. As Kuei Jen's cruiser landed alongside the row of other
craft, he
walked across to meet them, standing there beneath the glare of the arc
lamps as
the hatch opened.
"Well?" he asked sombrely, embracing his son. "Did I not tell you?"
Kuei Jen stood back "Are all the golden-eyed like you? Do they all have 
... 
visions" 
He shrugged. "I cannot say. Yet I sense it must be so."
'If s strange," Kuei Jen said, looking at him with something akin to
wonder. "I 
can't help wondering what it means."
"And I. But we shall know. Soon." 
"You had another vision?" 
Li Yuan smiled. "No. A friend told me." 
"A friend?" 
"Never mind, Kuei Jen. How is your husband?"
Her face told him the answer. "Not well," he said finally. "The tape is
eating
away at him like a disease. There's such a need in him. The gods know 

what was 
in it" 
"Can I see him?" 
"He has changed, Li Yuan. He will not even recognise you."
"Maybe so, but can I see him?"
Kuei Jen shrugged, then, "Come, he's in the second cruiser." 

Egan lay there on the narrow bed, sweat covering his face and neck and
chest He 
was held down by four thick, broad leather straps, but he struggled
constantly
against them, while his eyes looked this way and that, as if searching
for 
something that was not in the cabin.
Li Yuan studied him a while, then shook his head. Now that he had seen
it, he
understood. Someone had closed Egan's eyes.
No. Not someone. Shepherd. My old friend Shepherd.
Li Yuan turned, looking at his son. Kuei Jen had changed his sex to be
with this 
man. He looked closer and saw the loving concern there in Kuei Jen's
eyes and,
for the first time, understood - and sympathised.
And shivered, a feeling of pure indignation coursing through him.
What evil was it that cut a man from his senses and made him believe in 
ghosts?
It was the evil of inwardness. Not the inwardness of self-knowledge but
of 
illusion. Of displacement
Shepherd was snipping the threads that held humanity together. He was
isolating
them. Giving each his own padded, silken cell, in which was kept the
image of
what that person wanted. A mate. Someone to lock oneself away with.
Someone to 
kill for. 
There were no flames, no devils with implements of torture, yet all the
same it 
was hell. Ti Yu, the earth prison. And Shepherd was casting them all,
one by
one, into the fire.
Li Yuan stepped forward, placing his palm on young Egan's forehead. It
burned,
as if some inner fever were raging. But the contact seemed to calm the
younger
man. His movements slowed, then stilled, and his eyes, which had been
unfocused,
now looked straight up at Li Yuan.
"It is not real, Mark. She does not exist She is but light and air. You
know 
this. Deep down you know it"
Egan groaned. "No ..."
"Open your eyes, Mark. Open your eyes and look. This is reality ...
this out 
here." 

"Go away ..."
Li Yuan turned, signalling to the guards. "Remove the restraints."
"But, father ..."
"Be quiet, please, Kuei Jen. I shall do only what is best for your
husband." 
Kuei Jen bowed his head, obeying his father.
Li Yuan turned back, watching as the guards removed the straps.
Egan lay there, still and silent
"Can you hear me, Mark?"
"I hear you."
"Good. Then you know I am right You must give up these ghosts. You must
find the 
strength in yourself to give them up."
"But I want..." 
"Perfection? ... I understand. But perfection is a dream."
"She exists." 
"No." 
"She..." 
"... is light and air. A signal on a tape A fantasy. But you, Mark
Egan, are
real." 
Again Egan groaned, yet it was a groan of despair - of realisation -
not of 
pain.
Li Yuan leaned forward, placing his hands either side of Egan's head,
pushing
down forcefully. "Return to yourself now. Return, and be the man you
were." 
Egan shuddered, a great spasm rippled through him like a shock through
the 
earth. He grimaced, his eyes closing, his lips parting, and then...
"What.. .?" 
Egan looked about him, clearly surprised to find himself there in the
cabin of 
the cruiser. "Where in the gods' names are we?"
"Providence," Kuei Jen said, smiling now, looking to his father in
gratitude.
Then, knowing Mark knew nothing of the bomb, his face changed.
"I am afraid we are at war." 
"War?" he sat up, instantly alert. "Has Coover attacked again?"
"No," Kuei Jen said, taking both his hands. "We are at war with your
grandfather."
"With Josiah? Then why in heaven's name aren't we in Boston?"
"Because Boston's gone, my love. The Old Man nuked it half an hour
back." 

CHAPTER-13 
A trail of smoke 
Hannem lay on the slab, barely conscious now. It was four days since
he'd been 
"infected" and he had suffered a slow and painful deterioration. He had
been 
blind these last two days and as his nervous system slowly rotted, so
the 
natural functions of his body had switched down, one after another. 

Coming into the lab, Ben paused, wrinkling his nose in disgust at thesickly,stale stench that wafted across. He walked over and stood beside the slab. Hannem was naked, and in thedim lightfrom the wall lamps his flesh looked so pale it was almost grey. He nolongerseemed real, more like a clay model, moulded to resemble a man.Yes, day we are, Ben thought, noting the sheen of sweat that coveredthe skin wherever he looked; flesh puppets, dancing on glistening strings ofnudeopeptides.And when the dance was done the spirit fled, leaving a rotting hulk, awreck upon the ebbing tide of time.Ben stared at the creature's massive, bony skull, wondering what yetremained of that vast and powerful intellect he had witnessed; whether some tinyflicker of awareness yet remained. Or was this all? This putrid mimicry of life?Machines. Machines of flesh and blood, of bone and nerve and sinew, thewhole thing animated by a force that utterly defied analysis. A force thatcame and went and left no explanation for its existence, other than the factthat it had once been and was no more. The fact of death.Ben smiled at the thought Death worried some people,yet whenthe force that animated him finally left his corporeal frame, then hewas happyto know that he would be broken down and used again, his atomseternallyrecycled, until the universe ran down.And that was, in essence, why he could not understand his sister'sanger; why hefelt he had more in common with DeVore and his love of eternal process- of the long view - than in her petty vision of the individual.For, after all, what did it matter if mankind did die out? Would theuniverse be diminished by man's passing? Not at all. For a finer, better creaturewould evolve in time. And that too would have its day before it died and wasreplaced.For that was how things worked, ad infinitum, until the great gameended. Death. That was all there was when it came down to it Death. Death before and death after. And in between, the bright, flickeringillusion of life. He stared at the body a moment longer then turned away. There were noanswers here, only patterns of force, holding out briefly against dissolution.Or until Newton's second law prevailed.Ben smiled. Yes, in the end, entropy was all. 
"Howard?" 
DeVore looked up from the wet M board, his eyes distant.
"Howard, you've a visitor."
As Emtu moved aside, Ben stepped forward, but seeing the abstracted
look on 
DeVore's face, he hesitated. "Look, if you're busy, I'll come back"
"No," DeVore said, dismissing the woman with a nod, then looking back
at Ben. 
"In fact, sit down. You play, don't you?"
"Chess is my game, but yes ... I can play if I'm pushed."
"Then take black. We're into the endgame."
Ben nodded, as if he understood, then sat, taking in the pattern of the
board at 
a glance. "Whose turn is it?"
A TRAIL OF SMOKE 
DeVore put out a hand, indicating that he should take a stone. Ben did
so,
placing it seemingly without thought in the top left of the board, by
DeVore's 
right hand. DeVore studied the move a moment, then gave a grudging nod.
"So you do play."
"H pushed."
DeVore ran his right forefinger along the length of his bottom lip,
then looked 
up at Ben once more. "So what do you want, my friend?"
"Hannem." 
DeVore raised an eyebrow, surprised. "I thought you wanted one of the
living
morphs."
"You'd have given me one?"
"No." 
"Then I'll take the next best thing."
"He stinks." 
"I know. But I can cure that." 
DeVore took a white stone from his pot and placed it, extending his
line in the 
north of the board and threatening one of Ben's stones. "Out of
interest, what
will you do with him?"
"Make him live again. Like Lazarus."
"Lazarus?" 
'If s a tale from one of the old religions. From before the City."
"Ah ..." But DeVore showed no signs of recognising the name. Then, "You
think 
you can?"
Ben slapped down another stone, defending the stone DeVore had just
threatened. 
It was a necessary sente move. "Oh, I'm sure of it I'm good at
repairs."
"Is there anything you aren't good at?"
"Relationships."
DeVore laughed at that. "You should build yourself a mate."
"Like you did?"
DeVore nodded. "You and I... we need compliance, neh? That sister of 

yours, I
bet she's a handful." 
"She hates you, you know."
DeVore grinned, showing his teeth. "Oh, I know. I could fed it What"s
that 
saying you English have? A look like daggers'?" He laughed. "I was well
and 
truly stabbed that night""Thafs why she left me."
"So I understand." DeVore met his eyes, no sign of any remorse or
contrition in 
his own. "Your move." 
Ben looked. DeVore had placed another stone in the same group, pushing
him into 
yet another defensive move. That was, unless he decided to relinquish
that small 
group and go for something bigger.
"By the way," DeVore said, "I've heard your tapes were a great success.
You're 
the toast of America. Or would be, if anyone bothered to climb out of
their 
shells." 
"Really?"
"Absolutely. If s worked like a dream. My agents tell me that Boston
was a ghost
town." 
"Was?" 
DeVore looked up, surprised. "You mean you haven't heard?"
"Heard what?" 
"Old Man Egan nuked the place. Yesterday at sunset Took out the whole
damn 
government at a stroke."
Ben sat back, astonished. And here was DeVore, playing wei chi as if
nothing had
happened!
"So why haven't you made a move?"
"Because I'm waiting... for the dust to settle, if you like. I want to
see if 
anyone makes a move to fill the void."
"Coover, for instance?"
"Or Old Man Egan himself."
"And if they do?"
"I make a deal with them." 
Ben nodded then placed his stone. A sente move again. Defensive.
DeVore looked at him, then gave a little shrug. "Strange," he said. "I
was sure 
you were going to make a more aggressive play."
"And if I had?" 
The smile was predatory. "I would have bitten your fucking head off." 

A TRAIL OF SMOKE 
Seated at the far end of the crowded table from her son, Emily frowned,
surprised to hear such bitter words from him.
"Lin Sung? Do I hear you right? Do you really think we've achieved
nothing these
past eight years?" 

"Well, if s true," Lin Sung said, refusing to meet his adopted mother'seyes,his face almost scowling as he spoke. "We're just pissing in the wind!We kill one corrupt official and DeVore replaces them immediately with another,equallycorrupt! We destroy one munitions dump and he builds two in its place!""So what do you suggest?" Lin Chao asked gently. "You want to bombFrankfurt,maybe? And Bremen, and Munich?"Sung swallowed, then. "It would be a start At least he'd know he had afight!""I see." Chao looked about him at the others gathered round the table.Most,like himself, seemed saddened by this suggested escalation, but one ortwo met his eyes challengingly, his young brother Lin Han Ye among them. "Andwhat about the innocents who would die? The mothers and children? The old peopleand the sick? Don't you care about them, younger brother?""Does DeVore care?" "That's not what I asked. Don't you care?"Sung struggled with the notion a moment, then. "Of course I care. Youknow I do,Lin Chao. But DeVore's just taking the piss out of us, can't you seethat? He's using the fact that we care to stifle our effectiveness. To nullify andcastrate us!" "I see. So what you're saying is that we should become more like him.Adopt hisrules, his ways?""That's not what Lin Sung is suggesting at all," the stranger on LinQiao'sright answered, turning to face him, his grey, steel-like eyes staringhumourlessly at Chao. "We merely want to widen the conflict"Looking into those eyes, Chao felt himself go cold. He had only beenmarginallyconscious of the stranger until that moment, but now it seemed as if hesat alone, facing the man. "I'm sorry," he said, after a moment, "but wehave not been introduced.""Horton," the American said, putting out a long,sparsely-fleshed hand. "Feng Horton. I represent my good friend,Coover." Lin Chao took a mental step backward. Horton. Now that he had the name,the face slipped into place. He had seen the file on this one. His full name wasFengHorton, otherwise known as "Meltdown". Horton had been a "Son" once;one of those who had been incarcerated by Wu Shih back in '07. If the rumourswere right - and who could tell what was true and what false in the chaoticaftermath of the collapse of City North America? - it had been Horton who had been behind the "Campaign for Racial Purity", Horton who, so rumour had it, hadboasted of eating "nothing but good Han meat".And now here he was, sitting at their table, discussing policy. Chaolooked to Emily. "Mother?""What is it, Chao?""May I speak with you, in private?"Emily looked about her, then nodded. "You will excuse us a moment,ch'un tzu. We shall not be long."They went through, into Emily's own rooms, then closed the door."Well?" she asked. Lin Chao kept his voice low. "Why is that man here?""Because Coover is the power now in America. Word is he has destroyedEgan'sWestern banners and all the land to Denver is his. Horton is his man." "You know what is said of him?" She nodded. "I too was once the subject of such rumours, don't youremember?" "Yes, but thafs different What they say of Horton ...""May or may not be the truth. But we must deal with him now if we wishto throw down the tyrant""And put another in his place?""It is a risk we take." Chao shook his head. "I do not like it It feels wrong.""Like Daniel felt wrong?""There I was wrong, I concede. But this... to embrace such a one, Ifeel, wouldbe a grave mistake. Already he speaks ofwidening the campaign, of bombing cities and hurting innocents. I, forone,would vote against it""And I too, Chao." She smiled. 'Til not be Coover's puppet if thaf swhat youfear. Yet it would be well if we came to an agreement with the man. Hecan giveus weapons and supplies, and the gods know we are in dire need of bothrightnow." "And in return?" "In return we continue to be a pain in the arse to The Man."Lin Chao hesitated, then, encouraged by Emily, smiled a reluctantsmile. "Now come," she said. "Argue strongly, but also listen."They went back. In their absence Tybor had arrived. He sat now next toLin Sung,his tall figure looming over the table as he spoke quietly to one ofEmily'slieutenants. "Tybor," Emily said, greeting him. "Have you any news?"Tybor had taken three men and gone to bring home the carts. For thelast three or four hours he had been in the labs, analysing the strange-smellingpowders that had been in the sealed plastic wrappers.Tybor met her eyes gravely. 'Tm afraid there was nothing we could use.""Nothing?" Emily felt a strange little tremor inside at the thought HadMichael died so needlessly then?"Nothing useful" And the way he said it made her understand that thiswas not something he wished to pursue in an open meeting.She made to move things on, but Horton interrupted."Are you speaking of the powders Michael was bringing back from the oldGenSynworks in Milan?" Tybor looked to Emily, who shrugged. "Yes," he answered."And you've destroyed them?"Again Tybor hesitated, then, "Not yet""Good," Horton said. "Because I'll take them off your hands.""I'm not sure..." Emily began, but Horton interrupted once again.'Til pay you well. Enough equipment to launch a new campaign andwhatever supplies you need."Lin Sling's eyes lit up at this offer. He looked to his mother,expecting her tobe equally enthusiastic, but she was looking down."Forgive us, Shih Horton, but we shall have to consider your kindoffer." She raised her eyes to meet his. "We need to consult... you understand?""Oh, perfectly. But if it helps persuade you, we can provide you withcruisers. And artillery."Emily stared at him, astonished. What had Michael brought back that hewanted so much? "Cruisers?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper.Horton nodded. "We could supply them within a week, from Africa. Wouldsix be enough? You'd get spares, of course, and expert back-up."With that many cruisers they could take on DeVore's patrols and makethe Wilds their own, and that, in itself, would make them so much more effective.But at what cost? Horton seemed far too keen to close this deal. Besides, how did he know what Michael had brought back? Or was heguessing,gambling on the reputation of GenSyn's big Milan plant? Of course, noneof it was in the plant itself. If it had been, DeVore would long ago haveplundered itBut much remained - hidden away - that had once been produced there.Like the cache of powders Michael had stumbled upon andbought"Lcf o oolJ thie mooting to a does," Emily said, her thoughts racing."Tybor,Lin Chao... Daniel... come through, we need to talk."She saw the flicker of frustration in Lin Sling's eyes, the way heglared atDaniel, who'd been included in the decision-making process rather thanhimself,and knew she would have to deal with that. But not now. Right now she 
had to 
find out what was going on. 

Emily waited until the others had gone, then, closing the door behind
her, she
turned to face Tybor. "Well? Just how dangerous is it?"
A TOAIL OF SMOKE 
Tybor hesitated, then. "If s hard to say. In its sealed form if s not
harmless 
at all, but when if s activated ..."
"What do you mean, activated?"
Tybor spread his hands. "The packets are vacuum-sealed. That means that
the 
contents have been kept at a constant temperature - not cold exactly,
but low 
enough for them to remain dormant But when I cut open one of the
packets -under
the proper conditions, naturally - the temperature quickly rose."
"And?" Lin Chao asked. 
"If s organic. Or rather, genetic. The pure building blocks of life.
Magic dust,
you might call it. Living change. Whatever it reacts with it
transforms." 
"You know this for a fact?" 
Tybor nodded. "We experimented. You should have seen what it did to one
of the 
birds we put into the iso-box with it."
"Did the bird die?" 
"No. But it would have been better for it if it had. We had to 
incinerate 
everything in the iso-box. But I've kept a tape if you really want to
see how 
lethal this stuff is." 
Emily shook her head. "I'll take your word. But earlier, when I asked
how 
dangerous, you said that if s hard to say. Why?"
"Because in laboratory conditions the thing just keeps transforming
itself. But 
out in the open it might ... just might find a natural, stable form.
Then again,
it might just keep on metamorphosing."
"Meaning what?" Lin Chao asked.
"Well," Tybor said, turning to face him, "imagine a landscape so
transformed 
that it was like an alien planet Every single form changed. And that
change
going on at every single level of existence from the smallest bacteria
to the 
largest mammal. A great soup of change. Thaf s one possibility."
"Then we burn it All of it" 
"And Morton's offer?" 
"You think I'd give this to him, Chao? No. We'll have to make do
without 
cruisers." Emily shuddered, then. "What madman would have thought of
such a 

thing?"
"Klaus Ebert""Hans Eberf s father?" 
Tybor nodded. "He was a great man in his way. He used the stuff in
controlled 
experiments."
"Are you guessing now, Tybor?"
"No. There were two small notebooks in one of the sacks. Eberfs 
notebooks. He 
used these substances in minute amounts to unlock normal genetic
structures and 
re-structure them." 
"Skeleton keys," Daniel said, speaking for the first time since he'd
come into 
the room. 
"Exactly," Tybor said.
"Then we're lucky," Emily said. "Extremely lucky. Imagine if these had
fallen 
into other hands." 
She was silent a moment, then, "Tybor, go and arrange the incineration
at once. 
Chao, give Tybor whatever help he needs."
Tybor and Lin Chao stood and, with a small bow to Emily, left. Daniel
too had 
stood, but Emily gestured for him to sit again.
"No, Daniel You stay. You and I need to talk." 

Late afternoon, Ben always took a nap - a doze of an hour or so, so
that he'd be 
refreshed and ready for a long evening's work. Today, however, that nap
had been 
broken. He had woken with a jolt, blinded and in pain, gasping for air,
then,
blinking, looked about him.
Slowly the vision passed.
The night-coloured pearl. After all these years he had seen it again,
in a dream 

-a dream so realistic and powerful that it had seemed almost like oneof his shells. But this time, instead of being a thing of beauty, of wonder,it had seemed to emanate an air of horror, creating in him a sense of dread sooverwhelming that, in the dream, he had whimpered and cried outAnd still the thing had grown, blotting out the depths beneath him ashe floated there, immersed in the cool blue water, rising towards him all thewhile, likethe swollen abdomen of a giant, female spider, its dark skin bloated asA TRAIL OF SMOKE if a thousand awful creatures moved beneath the thick skin of its outer covering. And even as that thought suggested itself to him, so he sawthat it did move, like a nest of dark maggots.He had struggled up, hauling himself up to the surface, even as thegreategg-like pearl brushed against his feet, making him cry out yet again and lift his feet, afraid lest they be contaminated by itAnd then, even as he glanced back at it, it split open, a great rift ofpurelight leaping like a spear from its heart to pierce his eyes, the painso fierce it took his breath away.Which was when he woke. Ben sat up, trembling. He was covered in sweat and his head ached, asif he had a migraine.That light It had been so real.He looked about him again. No wires, no tapes. It had only been adream. Just a dream. And now he recalled what had woken him, and shuddered, for as the lighthad spilled from the splitting pearl - in that last moment of vision beforeit blinded him - he had seen faces on the tiny maggots that filled thegreat darkpearl Hundreds of faces, and all the same.DeVore. Howard DeVore. Ben walked across the room, slowly, unsteadily, like an invalidrecovering froma fever that had laid him low, then stood beneath the shower for sometime,letting it flow ice-cold on his flesh, his eyes closed against the painin his head. He knew what the dream meant, of course. He was far too self-aware notto know. Yes, and he knew what Meg would say, were he to tell her. But did thatmean the dream was right? Was he repressing this? Forcing himself not to feelwhat,perhaps, naturally - as a human being - he ought to be feeling.Which was what? The words came easy. Aversion. Repulsion. Appalled. Sick. And so on...A nice long list of responses to DeVore and his schemes.Decent responses, or so his sister claimed. Not sickly ones, likefascination. For too long now he had lived in his eyes, in the landscape of hisvisual memory, shutting out anything that did not slot into the great libraryof imageshe'd stored over the years. Emotions were untidy. One did not know whatshelf to put them on. Whereas images .. .Maggots. Hundreds of squirming black maggots, and every one possessedof that bastard's face. Enough maggots to fill the galaxy.He shut off the flow and stepped out, beginning to dry himself.Meg. I need to see Meg.Yes, even if he didn't mention this, it would be good to go home for awhile. To see the Domain again and walk down to the bay.He looked about him, as if fragments of the dream still clung to theedges ofhis vision, then, with a tiny shudder, went through to his bedroom andbegan topack. 
DeVore sat in Li Yuan's chair, the two handwritten notes laid side byside on the desk before him, and smiled.He had got what he wanted. An alliance. And not just one, but two.Picking up Coover's note, he read it through again and laughed. Cooveracted the humble peacemaker but he was a greedy son-of-a-bitch. He wouldn't restuntil he had a map of the world on the wall above his desk - a world marked outin his own colours. He let the paper fall from his fingers then reached out and picked upEgan's.Egan's note was more grudging, as if every word had been forced fromhim - as probably it had been. Rumour was that he'd taken on Li Yuan as hisadvisor. If that was true, then he could prove a dangerous enemy. But as an ally...As an ally he could be made to agree to all manner of things he mightotherwise baulk at So which would he go for? Coover? Or Egan? For the two were sure toslog it outfrom here on in, winner take allA TRAIL OF SMOKE Or so they thought.Egan looked the least likely victor. He'd lost all his Western armiesand now his capital. But he was tenacious. And now he had the experience of LiYuan to guide him.Then again, there was his grandfather, Josiah, to contend with. He hadto win that battle even before he took the field against Coover. In themeantime, ifaccounts of the treaty they had made were true, Coover was bleedingEgan dry.Egan's only chance was a swift, decisive strike against Coover. AndCoover knew it and was wary of it That was why he had sent Horton over, to see TheWoman. DeVore smiled. Coover thought he'd kept that secretNot that I blame him, DeVore thought After all, a successful cardplayer alwaysstacks the deck in his own favour. Trouble was, Coover was playing the wrong damn game.And aft the while I'm slapping down stones in his territory.DeVore laughed aloud, amused by Coover's naivety. But what could one expect? Hehad not been bred to intrigue, and though he was both cunning andgreedy, Cooverwas neither a subtle nor an intelligent man - not in the way that, say,he and Shepherd were intelligentAnd that, alas, would be Coover's downfallSo Egan it was.He sat back, surprised by how right the decision felt He would answerCoover in the affirmative, of course, for it would not serve his purpose to makean enemyof him straight away, yet he would let Egan know of his dealings withCoover -maybe send him copies of everything that passed between them, tocreate a sense of openness between them. And in time he would send Egan a token of hisfriendship.Horton's head, perhaps.For now, however, he would keep it simple.Setting down Egan's note, he took a sheet of his own headed paper andpenned aquick response. Then, satisfied that he'd got just the right tone, hefolded it in half, then half again.As he finished, he looked up, to find Emtu standing there in thedoorway."What is it, my love?""If s Horacek. He's called from Dusseldorf. Hewants to see you tonight Says if s urgent Life or death.""Life or death, eh?" DeVore considered a moment, then shrugged. "Aplot,perhaps?""He would say nothing more.""Then tell him to come. And Emtu... is it true that Ben has gone?"She nodded. "If s true. He went an hour back." "How strange. Did he leave a note?"Emtu shook her head. "Well," DeVore said, 'Tm sure he had his reasons. But if he calls, puthim through, even if I'm sleeping. There's something I want to talk to himabout." She nodded then withdrew. DeVore sat there a moment longer, then stood. Horacek, eh? The rat-boyhe'd made Marshal. Now what in the gods' names did that little creep want?A plot. I bet you it's a plot. Some of my generals, III warrant, < wantto do away with me. Or so hell daim.DeVore smiled. Maybe one of them insulted the little monster and thiswas his way of paying them back - to blacken their name the same way the firehad blackened his face. If so, he would play along ... this time. But Horacek was running out of rope.Daniel might have fled to the Wilds, but there'd be another boy who'dfit the bill And he, in time, would replace the odious Horacek.For there were always replacements: an endless line of them, hungry toserve. The messenger waited just outside the door. "Here," he said. "Take thisto Egan's man. You know where.""Master!" The man took the folded note and bowed low, then backed away,hastening to run his errand.Servants, everywhere he looked servants. Even Emtu, for all she lookedlike Emily Ascher, was but a servant - a plaything.And that, more than anything, was why he wanted the real Emily, alive.Because she had defied him. For the very fact that she had refused to servehim, asothers had always served. 
And when he had her ... what then? He did not know. Indeed, he hadnever known. Yet he would have her. In time. Yes, everything would come to him intime. "Well?" Daniel asked after an awkward silence. "What do you want toknow?" "What if s like in there?" "Like?" He gave a tiny laugh, then looked down, his face sober. "Youmust know what if s like, surely?"Emily watched him, her eyes noting every nuance of his body language.She could see that even talking about this was painful, but she needed to know.She needed as complete a picture of what DeVore was doing as she could get if shewas goingto come up with a half-decent strategy."Ifs different," he said. "I mean, not just different, but different.When yougo in through those gates if s as if you were in another universeentirely. Eventhe sky overhead seems different. And the boys ... the boys are likemachines. Jou chi ch'i, the guards call them sometimes.""I know the term," Emily said. "Meat machines.""Right," Daniel said. "But if s like everything in there's deliberatelyreducingthe boys to that state. To the suppression of the instinct of decency."Emily sat back a little, surprised to hear him say that Surprised notby theidea so much as the way he articulated it "Daniel, can you read?"He hesitated, then nodded."And you learned that in the camp?""No." He looked down, the smallest hint of vulnerability in the gesturesuggesting to Emily that she had hit upon something. 
"Then how ...?" She stopped, understanding coming to her. Was that why Daniel wasdifferent from the rest? "Daniel... were you quite old when you first went to the camps?""Olderthan most" She waited, but he would not go on, nor would he look at her."Then you knew your parents?"He hesitated, then gave the tiniest of nods.Emily closed her eyes, wondering if she should really push this. Sheknew from her own experience how tender such wounds were and how they neverreally healed,for all the care - all the mending - one lavished on them.She looked at him again, seeing at once how he held himself, hisshoulders set,as if to fend off the whole world. No wonder he's fucked up.But then they were all fucked up, those who lived in DeVore's world.There was no normality in his universe."I'm sorry," she said quietly."If s okay."'The camps ..."He looked up suddenly, the hurt in his eyes surprising her."I've done things - terrible things - simply to survive. Things that Ican't believe I was capable of doing. But every time it was as if I hurtmyself. Everytime it was a ... a violation." Emily saw how he shuddered and knew that it was no exaggeration. Shecould imagine it A young, sensitive child, torn from a loving homeenvironment and thrown into a living hell. It was a wonder he was even half sane."And Eden?" Daniel laughed, then looked at her. "They never understood. Five timestheywatched me and they never once saw it""Saw what?" "They thought I was brave, but it was easy in there compared to thecamps. Ididn't have to feel, you see. I could exist on a single level. Nocomplications.I wasn't... torn." She nodded. So torn, in fact, that he had cut into his own head to getout DeVore's wire. "7 think you're brave. But not for the reasons they'd think you brave.I think you had to be brave simply to get here, to this moment.""What do you mean?""To come through and still be able to feel, to still be able to makereal choices about what you should and shouldn't do. That must have taken agreat 
deal of courage. Almost your whole store, I'd say."
He looked down. "I don't know." But she could see his eyes were moist
now. 
Something in him had relaxed - something he had kept clenched all these
long
years was finally untensing in him.
Emily stood, then went round the desk.
"Stand up," she said gently, "then turn around to face me."
Daniel stood, then turned, facing her, the uncertainty in his eyes now
so 
marked, so prominent, that she knew she had been right
"Here," she said, stepping close and embracing him, mothering him, her
arms 
tight about him. "Come here, my darling boy." 

"So?" DeVore said, watching his Marshal cross the room then snap to
attention 
before him. "What is it that"s so important?"
Horacek held out an official scroll canister, offering it to DeVore. "I
intercepted this, Master."
DeVore took it lazily, making no attempt to remove the scrolled message
from 
within. "Let me guess. From Horton to my generals."
"To General Lodge," Horacek said, his eyes registering surprise. "You
knew?" 
DeVore smiled. "Of course I knew. So what are you going to do about
it?" 
"Arrest him?" 
"And torture him, no doubt?"
"I..." Horacek hesitated, then. "Forgive me, Master, but is something
wrong?"
"No, Horacek Everything's exactiy as I thought. If s rather reassuring,
actually."
"Reassuring? But they were planning to kill you, Master."
"Kill me?" DeVore roared with laughter. "You really think that’s
possible,
Josef?" 
Horacek blinked. There was something strange about his Master's manner
and he 
could not work out what it was. 
"Take this, for instance," DeVore said, lifting the scroll canister
slightly.
"It seems innocent enough, neh? Yet what better way to smuggle a weapon
in." 
"Master?" 
"Everyone who comes into my presence is searched ... for weapons. But
what if 
some innocent-looking thing - like this -was actually a weapon. A bomb,
perhaps,
or a means of poisoning my blood. Why, I might already be dying."
Horacek's mouth opened in astonishment.
"Only it wouldn't be possible," DeVore went on, "You see, I wear
special
skin-tight gloves to protect against such a possibility. And as for
bombs, why 

this whole room could be destroyed and I would not be touched."
"But, Master ..."
DeVore's smile was steady now. "Do you wish me dead, Horacek? Speak
freely now.
You may speak freely."
"No, Master. You know I'd give up my life for you!"
"Go on then ..." 
"What?" 
"Here," DeVore said, taking the knife from his belt and holding it out
to him. 
"Prove your loyalty, Josef. Slit your throat"
Horacek stared at the knife in horror, but made no move to take it
Slowly DeVore's smile changed into a snarl. "Take it!" he barked,
jerking
forward so that the hilt of the knife brushed against Horacek's
knuckles. 
Horacek took a step backward. His eyes met DeVore's briefly, then
looked about 
him, like a cornered rat about to run.
"You heard me," DeVore said, beginning to enjoy the game. "I said, take
the 
knife. I order you to slit your own throat"
A shiver went through Horacek's frame, then his expression changed,
becoming a
snarl that mirrored DeVore's owa Snatching the knife, he crouched,
facing
DeVore. 
"Ah..." DeVore said, relaxing back into his seat. "And so we come right
down to 
it, neh? The truth. You hate my guts,
don't you, Josef? And if you could you'd stick that between my ribs,
wouldn't 
you?"
Horacek's eyes flared, then, with a sudden little movement he thrust
the knife 
at DeVore, aiming for his heart Yet even as he did, the air about
DeVore seemed 
to shimmer and the knife-blade melted like smoke. 
Horacek cried out, then sank to his knees, clutching his damaged hand.
He had 
lost the tips of all four fingers down to the first knuckle, but there
was no 
blood. They had been neatly cauterised.
He stared at his hand a moment longer, then looked up at DeVore,
expecting to
die. But DeVore had other ideas. 
"Get out," DeVore said. "Get out before I kick you out"
Horacek blinked, then began to back away.
"Oh, and Josef... send General Lodge to see me. It seems I need a new
Marshal." 

Horton made to pass Lin Chao, but Lin Chao blocked his way.
"Lin Chao? What's happening?"
Qiao's face was stern. "You must turn back, Shih Horton."
There was a flicker of suspicion in Horton's eyes. "But I need to go 

this way,
Lin Chao. I am expected, at the labs."
Again he tried to step past Lin Chao, but again Chao blocked him off.
"I am afraid that is not possible, SMi Horton. The laboratories are out
of 
bounds for the time being."
"Whaf s going on?" Warning bells were clearly sounding in Horton's
head. 
"We are merely implementing a decision."
Horton narrowed his eyes. "What decision?"
"To destroy the powders."
Horton's face went ashen. Then, with a bellow of rage, he tried to
shove Lin 
Chao out of the way, but Chao, anticipating his response, stepped back
and 
fended him off. 
Drawing his sidearm, he levelled it at Horton's chest "Go back to your
rooms,
SMh Horton. I will not ask you a second time. This is our affair, not
yours."
Horton glared at him, openly hostile now. "You'll regret this, you
Chink 
bastard!" 
Qiao's eyes widened, but he did not respond to the insult "So if s
true." 
"True?" Horton stared at him sneeringly.
'The Campaign for Racial Purity."
Horton laughed. "You bet your fucking life it was."
Chao stared at the man, feeling a cold hatred, then gestured with his
gun. "Go.
Now. Before I shoot your fucking bollocks off!" 

Emily was still talking to Daniel when Lin Chao burst in.
"You'd better come. Horton's got into the labs. Him and four of his
thugs."
She stood, alarmed. "Aiya\ What happened?"
Chao shrugged. "I'm not sure. I stopped him earlier, but he must have
gone back
and got his men. It looks like they went through the west tunnels."
"Anyone hurt?"
Chao grimaced, then nodded. "They've killed young Cho."
Emily's face creased with pain. For a moment she rested her weight on
her arms,
then, nodding to herself, she straightened up again. "Okay. We need to
play this
carefully. Have they got into the inner labs yet?"
"We don't know. But I can't get through to Tybor."
"How far along was he?"
"When I left him he'd only just begun. I'd say he had three or four
hours work 
incinerating it all."
Emily looked to Daniel. "I'm sorry, Daniel. We'll have to finish this
later." 
Daniel nodded. "Can I come along?"
"It might be best.. ."Then, changing her mind, "Okay. But don't do 

anything
rash." 
Daniel smiled, then stood. "I won't" 

It was bad. Horton couldn't come out - not without having to come
through them -
but equally they couldn't get in. Not unless Horton let them in.
Whaf s more, he had Tybor.
Emily stared up at the screen, seeing how Tybor tried not to flinch as
Horton 
tightened the loop of cord about his throat, and swore to herself that
she would 
kill the man when this was over. 
"What do you want?"
"You know what I want," Horton answered her, a cockiness in his manner
now; all
pretence at politeness shed like a skin. "I want you to refuel my
cruiser, then
I want a safe passage out of here."
"I can't do that" 
Horton smiled sourly. "I think you can."
"I can't let you take that stuff away."
"No? Then how about if I open a packet or two and sprinkle it into your
air-conditioning system."
"I'll shut it down." 
"Then you'll all suffocate."
"Eventually. But that'll get you nowhere, will it?"
There was a flicker of irritation in Horton's eyes. Again he tightened
the cord. 
"I'll kill him," he said.
Emily nodded, her eyes meeting Tybor's, understanding in them. "Tybor
knows the 
risks." 
"You're bluffing."
"I was never more serious. I'd rather we all died than you took a speck
of that 
stuff out of here." 
Horton's expression slowly changed. It was clear he couldn't comprehend
the 
notion that someone would rather sacrifice themselves than make a deal. 
"You are bluffing," he said, an ugly grin appearing on his face. "And
I'm going
to call your bluff right now."
Emily looked down, unable to watch. She heard Lin Chao, just behind
her, gasp
then cry out. Daniel, she saw, had clenched both fists.
There was an awful noise, somewhere between a sigh and a choked
swallowing
sound, and then she heard the huge body fall.
Dead, she told herself. That bastard Horton's dead.
"Lin Chao," she said very quietly, so Horton would not hear, "cut off
the air." 
As Lin Chao turned away, she looked to Daniel. The boy was watching the
screen,
his eyes narrowed. Noting he was being watched he glanced at Emily, 

something in
his eyes.
What is it? she mouthed. 
He stepped back, out of view of the overhead camera. Let me take him,
he mouthed 
back. I can do it. 
Emily looked back at the screen. Horton had stepped back. Now he was
snarling up
at the screen. 
"Well?" he said. "Are you going to let us go, or are you going to die?
You'd 
better make your minds up. Time's running out."
"Okay," she said, letting a false resignation sound in her voice.
"You've got
your cruiser. Give us fifteen minutes."
"You've got twelve," Horton said. "Now move!"
Emily nodded, then turned away as the screen blanked. "Okay," she said,
looking
to Daniel. "He's yours." 

Horton looked about him at his men, then nodded. "Good," he said. "Now
lef s see 
those bastard Chinks try and trick us!"
They had taped packets all over themselves, covering their chests and
backs and 
the tops and backs of their heads. Horton grinned, then picked up his
rifle and 
hung it by the strap over his shoulder. It was like wearing a bomb. The
rebels 
didn't dare shoot for fear of splitting open one of the packets. But as
a 
precaution, Horton had saved one packet, which he now picked up,
holding it in
his left hand, then unsheathed his hunting knife
One wrong move and they'd all be dead.
But there weren't going to be any wrong moves.
"Jeffers? Is the cruiser ready?" he asked, speaking into the button
mike on his 
lapel.
"Ready and fuelled," came the reply.
His man. One of two left in the craft 
"Have they backed off?"
There was a pause, then Jeffers answered again. "Looks like it There's
no one in 
sight"
"Good." He turned, checking his men were ready, then gave the thumbs up
signal.
"Okay. We're coming out," 

Lin Sung leaned forward, putting his left hand over the mike, then
smiled at the 
pilot, pressing the gun a little harder into the man's temples. "Good
boy, 

Jeffers. Now start the engines." 

The corridor was clear. There were two doors leading off, but both were
closed. 
"Check those out," Horton said, gesturing to two of his men. "If
there's anyone
inside, shoot the fuckers."
They hurried off. A moment later a head popped round the first doorway.
'If s 
clear." 
"And this one," a second voice came back as its owner reappeared.
"Good." But Horton was still wary. The woman had capitulated too
quickly for his
liking. Not that she had any choice, but...
"Up to the end," he said, sending the two forward. "Take up position in
the next 
corridor." 
He was used to this. Many a time they'd fought the Chinks, corridor by
corridor 
in the old City. Yes, and winkled the little fuckers out, too.
He smiled at the memory.
Yeah, and maybe I'll leave our friends here a tittle something to
remember me 
by.
Or, better yet, give DeVore a little something. A grid reference,
maybe.
Not that his patrols wouldn't be able to follow a trail of smoke.
Getting the thumbs up, he hurried forward, then sent his men on again,
commando-style, as they'd been trained, back in the Sons.
He had the map of the tunnels in his head. Up ahead they turned sharply
left,
then climbed a set of concrete steps and out, onto the roof.
"Jeffers? All clear up there?" he asked, speaking into the lapel mike
once 
again.
"All clear," came the answer.
So far so good. But just in case ..."Ascher? You listening to me,
woman?" 
There was a pause, then, "I can hear you."
"You ain't gonna try any tricks now are you? Because if you are..."
"I don't like you, Horton, but I'm not stupid."
Horton grinned, then gestured to his men to move on to the next turn.
"Good,
because I've got a packet right here in my hand and if you try anything
..." 
"As I said, I'm not stupid."
"Good. Ve-ry good."
He glanced back down the corridor behind him, listening, then nodded to
himself. 
Coover would pay him well for this little lot; maybe even give him a
command. 
General Horton. Yeah. He liked the sound of that 
They went left and along the final stretch of corridor. Just ahead of
them the 
steps climbed steeply into daylight. A cold draught came down at them, 

bringing
the reassuring hum of the cruiser's turbines. He sent one of his men
up.
Almost there. 
Mind, if she was going to make a move, if d be here.
He looked about him. "Keep alert now. No mistakes. Anyone sticks their
head up,
pop them, right?"
"Right!"
'geffers?"
"Sir?" 
"All okay there?"
"Hunky dory, sir."
His man had reached the top of the steps. Horton waited, tensed, as the
man 
looked round then turned back, giving the thumbs up.
"Come on," Horton said, sending the other three up in front of him.
"Straight up
and into the craft." 
He turned, looking back. Good. Not a sight or sound of anyone.
Horton smiled, then spoke into the open channel. "Looks like you kept
your word,
Ascher." 
"Pity you didn't keep yours."
'Td have given you a good deal, you know. Cruisers. Yeah, and
artillery. I'd
have delivered them, too, but you gave me no choice."
"You killed two of my men, Horton. I won't forget that."
"Necessity," he said tonelessly. No way was he going to apologise for
killing
Chinks and mutants. 
"You better watch your back, Horton, because one of these days ..."
But Horton cut in irritably. "Just cut the shit, woman. I'm out of
here." 
He took the steps in twos and threes, exultant now. At the top he
paused
briefly, looking about him at the empty landing pad, letting his eyes
accustom 
themselves to the daylight, then, seeing the cruiser twenty feet away,
began to
walk towards it 
A single shot rang out.
Horton staggered a moment, then fell, his legs buckling, the packet
tumbling
from his open hand.
Daniel watched a moment, ready to squeeze off a second shot, then -
seeing that
Horton wasn't going to get up -lowered his gun and stood, steadying
himself 
against the top of the cruiser's cockpit
Dead. 
"Daniel?" 
He hesitated, then, "I got him."
There were cheers, sounds of jubilation on the open channel.
"Well done, Daniel."
But Daniel didn't feel as if he'd done well. Daniel felt sick. He'd 
felt the 

bullet pass through Horton's eye and out through the top of his spine.
Yes, even
a no-good bastard like Horton and still he felt it
He jumped down, then threw the gun away.
To hell with it. 
Lin Sung popped his head out of the cruiser's hatch, grinning. "We got
them,
Daniel. Trussed up and sedated, just like you said."
He nodded, but he felt faint now. Was this all he was good for?
"Daniel?" 
He looked across. Emily was standing at the top of the steps, where
Horton had 
emerged from only a minute before. She was
not far from where Daniel stood, yet it seemed as if she were a mile
away.
"Daniel?" 
The voice receded, as if it were travelling away from him.
Daniel... 

"Daniel?" 
Daniel opened his eyes. For a moment he had been back in the camp, the
smell of 
unwashed bodies all about him. 
Turning, he looked up, meeting Emily's eyes.
"You had me worried, Daniel."
"Did I?" 
"I thought..." She shook her head and smiled. "We all owe you a lot,
Daniel. If 
that stuff had got to Coover ..."
He was silent a moment, then. "I can't do it any more."
"Can't do what?" 
"Kill. I can't do it. I.. ." He closed his eyes again. "It was
horrible. Like 
killing myself. I felt it"
"Sometimes if s the only answer."
There was a long silence, then he opened his eyes and looked up at her
again.
"Emily?"
'Tes?" 
What if it never ends? What if this is all there is?" 
"What do you mean?"
"Killing. Wars. Strife. What if thaf s all we're good for?"
"I can't believe that" 
"No?" A look of real pain crossed his face. "If s all I've ever known.
Or almost 
all. And sometimes I think ... well, that maybe DeVore's right"
"No. Never think that" 
"But..." 
"Normality," she said, taking his hands and squeezing them, "that's all
we're 
fighting for. Not for some high-sounding ideology, but for simple,
everyday
normality. That and the possibility of not having to fight any more."
He gave a faint smile. "I wish I could believe you."
"Do you?" Then, relenting, she nodded. "H it helps any, I've been where 

you arenow, Daniel. I too ceased to believe that Icould change anything. But if s not true. We can change things. We canmake it better, even if if s only in the tiny circle that surrounds us. And wecan't give up. We can't ever give up, because if we do then DeVore's won -and what he stands for ... thaf s all there'll ever be." Daniel sighed, a long, weary sigh, then, giving Emily's hands a final,tinylittle squeeze, he turned and faced the wall.Emily watched him a moment, her eyes sad, her own heart heavy, then,knowing shecould do no more, she left the room.Outside she stopped and leaned her back against the wall, sighingdeeply,knowing that Daniel was right. Killing. They had had their fill ofkilling. Butit would not be over, not until DeVore was dead.Only then could she rest. Only then could she put away her gun.PART THREE - WINTER 2241 the king of infinite space"O God! I could be bounded in a nut-shell and count myself a king ofinfinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams."-Hamlet 
CHAPTER-14 behind the wall of sleepIn the blink of an eye the snake swallowed its tail.Kim, lazing on his back on the surface of the pool, stared up at theanimation and smiled. So it was, in that first instant of forever. Nothing before thatmoment, andnothing - absolutely nothing - outside of it For the universe was anisland,infinite in size, yet strangely still an island.Now that was a paradox.Normally the great dome above him showed an image of the star fieldinto which they daily sped, yet today he was problem-solving. Or so he had toldJelka. What he was really doing was playing - toying with an idea he had had onlythe other evening, while he was washing out his equipment at the sinkAn island, yes, but what if there were other islands, close by - soclose that you could almost touch and penetrate them? And what if there was amembrane -some kind of field -between the universes, that one could push back andtherefore use, just as one could push back and use the surface pressureof the water? 
It was so simple - so direct - an idea that he had known at once thatit was true. He had been washing out the beakers and, pushing one down into thewater, hadfelt it slip between his soapy handsand spring, like a rocket beinglaunched, upinto the air. For a moment he had simply stared, his mind seeing, inthat instant, how one might push the craft he had been making down into thesurface of another universe and, using the pressure of the membrane between theuniverses, launch it at high velocity. No, at a phenomenal velocity.If one could only find where that surface membrane lay. And so, today,he floated here, watching the programme he had made for his daughter,Mileja, onhow the universe began -the story of the snake that swallowed its tail
-a storyof infinite repetition, infinite regression.He smiled sadly, recalling what he'd said to her, all that time ago.Imagine,he'd said, a firework display. Only this firework display was so quickthe eyecould not even register it, while the slow fade of the fireworks'traces in the air took... well, forever. Or so it seemed. But even forever could bemeasured. The trouble was that the human mind was forever trying to visualise -to form metaphors for the complex processes of physics - but the truth was thathe was working within a realm where such visualisation was not a help but apositivehindrance - a distraction. One spent one's time trying to make suchmetaphorsfit, to put flesh on the bare bones of numbers, yet in doing so themind would constantly reach for a visual handhold and find ... nothing.Kim stretched then flipped backwards, under the water, bobbing upbeside the steps. In two quick movements he was up, reaching for the towel thathung besidethe blackboard. While he towelled his head and shoulders with his left hand, his righthand worked at the calculation that had flipped into his mind, chalking thefigureson the board. He stopped a moment, considering what he'd written, thenjotteddown a further two equations, drawing two long horizontal lines betweenthe figures. There was no connection ... yet. But that would come. Italways came.He tossed the chalk into the basket, then turned back, facing the poolonce more. 
"Opaque," he said, speaking to the house machine. At once the domeceased to be a screen, showing - through a second,larger dome - a perfect view of space and, surrounding that seconddome, thebare, red-brown surface of Ganymede.Kalevala was behind him where he stood, the house and its tower raisedup on itspromontory. Still towelling himself, he turned to face it, never tiringof the sight. Against the backdrop of interstellar space it looked almostWagnerian."Kim?" Jelka's voice sounded all about him, transmitted by a dozen hiddenspeakers."Yes, my love?""Have you finished now?"He smiled. No doubt she had been watching - had seen the surface of thesmaller dome become translucent "For now." There was a pause, then. "Only you have a visitor."Kim raised an eyebrow. It was unusual for Jelka to be so indirect Wassomethingwrong?"I see." He stared at the blackboard for a second or two, then lookedup again."Take them through to my study and have them wait there. I'll come up."In that moment, between looking at the blackboard a second time andansweringJelka, he had seen the connection. Or rather, he had seen that there was no connection. And that was it The mathematics of alternate dimensions was a different kind of mathematics altogether - a broken maths with holesand gapsand ... Kim's face broke into a grin. And snakes swallowing their tails. 
The tree was singing. It seemed as if every leaf and branch wassinging. ChuangKuan Ts'ai stared up at it amazed, and shivered.Birds, the voice inside her head told her. And at once she had an imageof birds, and saw their strange, sharp beaks opening and closing and ashrill,high-pitched noise emerge. Birdsong. How strange."But I thought there were no birds." There weren't. But now, it seems,there are.She looked again at the strange tree that stood before the house,then stepped through the massive doorway into the entrance hall. She turned,lookingabout her. A broad staircase went up to the first floor of the house.From there carved wooden balconies looked out over the tiled square of the hallwaybelow. The hall itself was brightly - artificially - lit, as though bysunlight, yetthe whole house had a feel of shadows, as if it were still embeddedsomewhere deep in the heart of an ancient wood.In a week's time - at Ta Hsueh, the Time of Great Snow -Chuang would besixteen,yet she was strangely small for her age; her slender, almost elfinfigure givingher the appearance of a child some four or five years younger. Thefurniture in the hallway - the great grandfather clock and the massive oak chair,dwarfed her tiny figure.Seeing her there, Jelka came across, her golden eyes smiling; a warm,welcomingsmile. "Kim says he'll see you. He's been bathing in the star-pool, but he'sfinished now. He won't keep you long. You can wait for him up in his study."Placing her hands together, Chuang bowed. "Thank you.""Come then. I'll show you through."Chuang hesitated, then. "I liked the birds ... in the tree outside. Aretheynew?" Jelka laughed. "Quite new. Kim made them last year. It was an oldGenSynformula. You should ask him to show you one sometime.""I shall." She followed Jelka, not up the main stairway, but along a corridor andup aflight of narrow wooden steps at the back of the house.Kim's study was at the end of another long corridor, past the libraryand what was clearly a laboratory of some kind.On the wall behind Kim's desk was a portraitMarshall Knut Tolonen, said the voice in her head. Jelka'sfather. In an instant she knew all that was important to know about the manwhose likeness hung there. That knowledge added a whole dimension to what shesaw. Before she could stop herself, she heard herself say, "Do you miss yourfather?" Jelka turned, surprised, then, with a little nod, answered her. "Yes.But partof him's still here, inside me." And she touched her brow with theforefinger ofher right hand.Chuang studied Kim's wife, almost as if she had not seen her beforethat moment,though the truth was she had known her nine years now. Her hair, whichhad once been long and blonde, was now cut short about her face, and her eyeswhich had once been a startling blue, were now a dull, burnished gold, but herface was still strong and beautiful.Unbidden, the Machine gave Chuang a picture of Jelka as a child,displaying itso that the two images - one real, one memory - were superimposed uponChuang'seye. Chuang gave a little shiver. At once the older image faded. Whydid youshow me that? she asked silently. Because you wanted to know.And that was probably true. It was just that sometimes she would ratherchose what she saw and what was left mysterious.I'm sorry.You're not, she answered. Then, suddenly conscious that Jelka waswatching her,she walked across and sat in the low chair by the window. "Would youlike a drink?" Chuang shook her head, then, realising how rude that seemed, quicklyadded. "No,thank you. I..."She wondered briefly if she should mention why she'd come. Wondered ifJelka too had had the dream. Jelka seemed to hover a moment, then, when there was nothing more, shesmiled again. "Well... I'll leave you I've things to do." "Of course ..."Left alone, Chuang looked about her at Kim's study, noting how even inthe apparent disorder of things there was a logic. You see it too, then?the Machine asked. Yes, Chuang answered, standing and walking to the desk. Heconnects things that seem to have no connection.She picked up a tiny ivory boxand turned it in her hand, wondering what it was, then turned it over. There was aword scratched into the ivory on the bottom in a neat and tidy hand. Kim'swriting,she supposed. A-N.NA.Chuang looked up, expecting the Machine to enlighten her,but it was silent. "My mother," Kim said.Chuang turned, surprised, to find Kim standing in the door. There was astrangely wistful look on his face. He came across and gently took thebox from her, doing something to it -twisting it somehow.At once a faint, ghostly figure filled the air."Blinds," Kim said, speaking to the house machine. Swiftly, the windowblinds came down, throwing the room intodarkness. In that sudden dark, the hologram shone clearly. It was awoman. Kim's mother, Anna."But I thought...""I was an orphan," Kim answered, anticipating her. "My father was executed before I ever had a chance to meet him. My mother... well... she diedin the Clay, back on Chung Kuo. I was six when I last saw her. Oh, and shenever looked like this. This is a computer extrapolation, based upon my own and myfather's genetic material. But the resemblance suggests her. Indeed, in my mindshe has come to look very much like this. Any real memory of her is hidden fromme. Walled-off." Chuang frowned. "Why?"Kim shrugged. "I don't know. Perhaps if s just that I don't like to seeher as she really was."Kim turned and snapped his fingers. At once the room was filled withlightagain. With a small twist of his hand, the hologram vanished from theair. "I'm sorry."Kim shrugged. 'If s okay. Now... what did you want to seeme about?" Tve had another dream." "Ah ..." Kim went round his desk and sat Chuang had come several timesbefore to tell Kim of her dreams, and mosttimes the dream had proved significant Not prophetic in any directfashion, yetmeaningful enough for Kim to sit up and listen attentively."In the dream I was back on Chung Kuo," Chuang said, staring away, hereyesrecalling the dream. "It was the time of the Spring Festival, when theearth is renewed, but this time there was to be no renewal. The ritual ploughlay broken,its metal harrow rusted and rotten. And the earth was not earth at all,but ash. Deep drifts of ash. And in the distance a host of sickly white flowershad bloomed, huge things that towered above the trees and houses, theirblack and snake-like roots seeking out every tiny nook or crack in the rockbeneath the ashes. And their scent..." She shuddered. "Their scent was like the stench of rotting flesh."She fell silent "Was that all?" Chuang lowered her head and nodded. "It seems very little in thetelling, but Iwoke in a panic, my whole body covered in a sheen of sweat I felt..."She swallowed, then continued. "I felt as if I had been buried alive."Kim nodded. "And did you have this dream once or many times?""Just once." "Ah..." Reaching across, Kim touched a pad on the side of his desk. 
"Jelka? 
Would you join us, please?"
Chuang turned as Jelka appeared in the doorway. She looked to Chuang,
then 
walked across to Kim. "Yes?" 
He looked up at her. "Have you been dreaming lately?"
There was a tiny hesitation, then she nodded.
"Has Chuang Kuan Ts'ai spoken to you of her dream?"
"No." 
"Or you to her of yours?"
"No." 
Kim narrowed his eyes, then looked to Chuang. "Tell Jelka your dream,
Chuang.
Just as you told me."
Chuang began to repeat her dream, then stopped, conscious that Jelka
was staring
at her open-mouthed, her eyes appalled.
"What is it?" Chuang asked."That dream," Jelka said. "That is the dream
7 had 
two nights ago. And in the dream ..." "You died?" Both Chuang and Jelka
looked 
to Kim. He stood, then
gestured to them. "Come," he said. "Lef s see who else has had this
dream." 

Deep in the rock, in the great engine room that serviced the six great
shafts,
Ikuro Ishida turned to his brother Tomoka and smiled broadly. Behind
him a row 
of screens showed images of the massive engines that drove the moon
through
space Just above them were a further row of screens, each giving a
separate
readout. 
'It looks good, elder brother," Bcuro said, raising his voice above the
constant 
pulse of the engine room. "At this rate we can begin slowing down long
before 
the year's end."
Tomoka stared back at him, his demeanour serious. "You think the
Council would 
agree to that, Ikuro?" he half-shouted back. "You know their feelings
on the 
matter. They would rather we travelled faster and braked harder."
"And tear this planet into rubble!" Dcuro huffed his impatience. "No,
the new 
engines Kim designed for us have done their work. We've cut our journey
time by
more than sixty per cent Isn't that enough for them? We have to start
decelerating soon or well overshoot! We've passed the halfway mark as
it is!" 
Maybe," Tomoka said, conceding the point "Even so, the matter must be
debated 
formally. You cannot decide for everyone, Ikuro."
"I know, I know ... but..." 

"No buts. You put your case and the Council will vote on it It is our
way now.
No single man - not even Kim - can have it
otherwise." Dcuro bowed his head. "As you say, elder brother."
"Good, now let us ..."
Tomoka stopped mid-sentence. One of the screens was flashing. Someone
was trying
to contact them. Tomoka reached across and touched the screen. 
It was Ward. 'Tomoka? Dcuro?" 
"Yes, Kim?"
"Urgent meeting. Kalevala. One hour."
"Has something happened?"
"Something and nothing," Kim answered cryptically. Til tell you when I
see you."
And then he was gone.
Dcuro looked to his brother. "What was that about?" 
Tomoka shrugged. "Maybe he overheard you, little brother."
"And agreed, no doubt," Dcuro said. Then, more soberly, "He looked
troubled." 
"Yes." 
"Do you think something's wrong?"
"Do I read minds, little brother?"
"No, but..."
"Then wait We will find out what it is soon enough." 

Karr was washing - sluicing water up into his face - when Marie called
him from 
the next room. 
"Gregor, if s Kim. He says it's urgent"
Karr reached out and took a towel, then wandered through, standing
before the 
vid-screen. 
"Kim ... what is it?" 
"Gregor ... do you dream?"
"Dream?" Karr laughed. "Are you serious, Kim?"
"Never more so. Well... do you?"
"Sometimes. I..." Karr hesitated, then gave a little shrug. 'There was
one ... 
the other night It... disturbed me"
"Go on." 
"I was back on Earth. On Chung Kuo. Only it was all changed. There was
this 
awful stench, I recall, and when I looked..."
"There were flowers. Great white flowers everywhere you looked."
Karr stared. 
Marie came over and took her husband's arm. Her face was white with 
shock. "You 
dreamed that too, Gregor?"
Karr nodded."If s like I thought," Kim said. "Marie, Gregor, get
dressed. Then 
meet me at Kalevala within the hour." 

A series of long transit tunnels linked the northern colony towns of 

Ganymede,like wormholes in the skin of a frozen apple. Athens, where Tom andSampsalived, was only half an hour from Kalevala, and as they sat there inthe carriage of the fast-link, answering Kim's summons, they spoke to oneanother silently, each voice a low murmur in the other's head. Do you thinkit's about the dreams'? Sampsa shrugged. I guess so. What else could it be? Asignal? FromEridaml No. We would have heard. That much was true. Word travelled quickly through the townships. Butthe dream was something else; something that no one was too keen to talk abouttoo much. Even so, they knew at least a dozen people who had had the dream. Whatdo youthink it means? Tom asked. I think something's wrong, Sampsa answered,his eyesstaring straight into Tom's, seeing both himself and Tom at that momentBack home. They still both called it home, even though they were many hundreds ofmillions of miles from it now. But how will we know? We're much too far out to communicate with them. And even if we did, what could we do?Nothing.I thought it wouldn't matter, Tom said after a moment. I thought we'dsevered our connections with all that. It seems not. No... The carriage began to slow, climbing as it did. Kalevala wasjust above them now.What do you think your father will do? Tom asked.Brilliant lamplight spilled through the windows of the carriagesuddenly. Theywere inside the dome. Nothing, Sampsa answered. There's nothing he can do. 
Kim gathered them all together in the Marshal's old study, Hans Ebertand Aluko Echewa the last to arrive. Sitting there on the edge of his desk, helooked about him at his seated guests while beyond him, through the window,could be seen the wooded slopes of Kalevala and, beyond them, the pure night skyof interstellar space.They numbered twelve in all, thirteen if you counted the Machine, whereit rested in young Chuang's head, looking out through her eyes. Jelka hadbrought chairs in from nearby rooms to form a rough semi-circle about the bigoak desk,but some, like Karr, preferred to stand."Okay," Kim said, smiling at Ebert as he took his seat, "lef s delay nofurther. We all know why we're here."There was a sudden uneasiness in the room. Kao Chen - his right handraking overthe stubble of his iron-grey hair -looked particularly disturbed."Is there any... precedent for this?" he asked, his blunt Han facewrinkled with concern. "None that I know of," Kim answered. "Chuang Kuan Ts'ai?"Chuang blinked, concentrating a moment, then shook her head."So there are two explanations," Kim went on."Two? You know what this is, then, Kim?" Karr asked, crossing his armsover his chest "No. But either if s a real phenomenon - one we've no precedent for -or we're being manipulated somehow.""Manipulated?" Karr clearly did not like the sound of that"Yes," Kim continued, "and the first thing I suggest we do is to checkall transmissions for the past week""You think there have been subliminals?" Sampsa asked, from where hesat on Kim's left "It could be one explanation. Certainly it couldn't have been a normaltransmission, else someone would have remembered it and put two and twotogether. Besides," Kim said, "ifs the consistency of detail in thedream that I find strange. It isn't just that we've all dreamed the same thing, butthat we've all dreamed about it in the same way.""And you, Kim?" Karr asked."Did youhave the dream?" "No." "That"s strange, don't you think?" Marie Karr asked, from where she satat her husband's side. "Why should we all have it and not you?""I don't know." "You dream, don't you, Kim?" Aluko Echewa asked."Of course." Kim met the old Osu's eyes. "In fact, I keep a verydetailed dream diary."'But you didn't dream this dream," Ebert said, sitting forwardslightly. "That’svery strange."Kim laughed, then shook his head as if to clear it "No. Let's get thisrightWhat's strange isn't that I didn't share your dream, whaf s strange isthat youall did. That"s not natural." "No," Ebert said quietly. There was a murmur of agreementfrom all round. "So what does it mean?" Sampsa asked. "Wait wait... hold on," Kim said. 
"Before we ask that lets check on the other matter first Let’ s see if there is a rational explanation for it.""You mean, sit through a week's transmissions?" Kan-asked."No," Kim said. "It won't take that long. I've already asked thecentral computer to analyse the pattern of the past six days' internaltransmissions -on all frequencies and all channels - to see if there are any unusualbreaks in transmission that might suggest the use of inserts or subliminals." "Sowhat has it come up with?"Kim smiled. "We'll know any moment now. I've asked it to interrupt uswith its findings."'Then let1 s discuss non-rational explanations," Sampsa said, taking upthe matter once again. "Why would dozens of us -hundreds, maybe eventhousands of us 
-dream the same dream if it didn't mean something.""I'd like to know what triggered the dreams," Jelka said, and once morethere was a murmur of agreement "They began three nights ago, right?" Kimasked. There were nods. "And the last was last night? And that was you, young Chuang, correct?"Chuang looked about her, then nodded."Hmmm ..." Kim considered a moment, then turned, looking at the charton the wall behind the desk. "Three days ago we went past the halfway mark onour journey. Eridani is now closer to us than Earth."Ebert laughed. "And you think the two events are connected somehow?"Kim shrugged. "I don't know. But I'd say we ought to look at anypossibleconnection, however odd it might seem, wouldn't you? That is, if thisisn't someone having a prank.""Who would do that?" Tomoka asked, his long face deadly serious."I don't know," Kim answered, "but maybe a little bit of boredom iscreeping in?Maybe someone has thought to fill the idle hours with a practical jokeor two." "A joke?" Tomaka looked horrified."In bad taste, admittedly," Kim said, "but it makes a lot more sensethan the other explanation. If this is real...""Then what?" Jelka asked. Kim looked to her, then shrugged. There was a tiny chime in the air andthen the house computer spoke."Search completed. No trace of any interruptions in transmission."Kim looked about him at the thoughtful faces that surrounded him. "So... not a joke." 
"No," Aluko Echewa agreed, nodding his grizzled grey head, his dark
face 
splitting in a smile. "Unless the gods are playing with us." 

"So what are we to do?" Doiro asked after a further hour of talking.
"Turn back," said Sampsa, Tom's voice an echo in his head.
Karr laughed. "Impossible!" He looked to Kim. "You said yourself, not a
week 
back. It would take us several years toslow down to the point where we
could 
even make a course adjustment. To turn completely about would be ..."
"Impossible," Kim said thoughtfully.
"Then isn't there another way?" Chuang Kuan Ts'ai asked, speaking for
the first 
time in a long while. "Some way we could get back there without turning
Ganymede
and the other ships
about?" 
"Possibly."
All eyes were suddenly on Kim.
"What do you mean?" Ebert asked.
Kim smiled. "I've been working on something. Something .. .
interesting, I guess
you'd call it" He stood, looking about him, then gestured toward the
door. 
"Come. I'll show you." 

Kim's workshop was in a deep cellar beneath the house - a cavernous
place he had
had hollowed from the icy rock of Ganymede. The walls were sealed.
Wall-mounted 
heaters kept the temperature at a comfortable sixty degrees Fahrenheit.
Overhead 
strip lights revealed a clutter of standing shelves and
benches. 
"There," Kim said, ushering them into the central space
between the benches. "What do you think?"
"I think I'd like to know what the hell it is," Kao Chen said bluntly,
bringing
laughter from all sides.
"If s a spacecraft," Kim said, walking up to the strange-looking
apparatus.
'It looks more like a dentist's chair," Karr said with a slight
grimace. "Three dentist's chairs," Marie corrected him, indicating the
basic trefoil pattern of the machine.
"Where's the hull?" Bcuro asked, completely puzzled now.
"And where's the engine?" Tomoka added, frowning deeply.
Karr shook his head. "If that"s a spacecraft ..."
Yet none of them were willing to be too sceptical. This was Kim, after
all, and
if Kim said it was a spacecraft - however odd it looked - then in all
probability it was a spacecraft Unless he was joking now.
But Kim never joked. Not about things like this, anyway. 

"The top part of the frame," Kim said, indicating the curious, leaf-like canopy,"is the field-generator. Or will be, once I've worked out how to tapinto the field, and where precisely the field is."Dcuro shook his head. "You mean, it doesn't work?""Not yet""But surely you need a hull of some kind?" Ebert said, one handreaching out togently brush the fine web of wires that curved out from the top of thecentral pole, surrounding the three skeletal-looking recliners.Kim smiled. 'Perhaps I should be more specific. I say spacecraft, butwhat this is - or will be - is a space-time craft A folder.""A what?' Tomoka asked. But Ebert was staring now. "You mean ...?"Kim nodded. "When you told me about the craft DeVore was using, thattime on Mars, I knew it must be possible. It was only the how of it thatremained to be answered." "Then this is a kind of channel," Chuang said quietly."That's right" Kim said. "The central pole is the important thing. If sa basic energy conductor.""And the wires?" Karr asked. "They're the hull."Karr laughed. "A bit draughty, wouldn't you say, Kim?"Kim smiled. "Not when they're working, Gregor. You see, they generate aforce-field. When thaf s working, nothing will pass through it Not eventhe cold of deep space.""I still don't understand," Marie said. "I mean, how can you build thecraft before you know how if s going to work? That doesn't make any sense tome." "Oh, I know how if s going to work. I just don't know how to tap intothe energysource yet thaf s all. But maybe I had a clue to it, this morning.""Then you could go back?" Sampsa asked, from where he stood on the farside of the machine. "To Earth, I mean."'Possibly.""And you said space-time Does that mean you could go back in time?"Kimshrugged,but this time he seemed much more uncertain. "I don't know. But I'd guess no. Ifone could... well, none of it would make sense. Physical process has tohave a direction ..." "Talking of which," Tomoka said, "which is the front andwhich the back of this thing?"Kim grinned. "You don't need a front and a back. You don't even need upand down. You see, it doesn't work that way. It's like a snake - a snakeswallowing its own tail." 
For the first time in years, Kim dreamed of the death of Ravachol, thehumanoid morph he'd made, to whom he'dgiven life.Or, at least, a kind of life.In the dream, as in life, he had aimed the gun and killed his progeny,conscious that, in that last moment, the mad gleam had left the eyes andsomething sanehad stared out at him, begging to be killed, to be released from itssuffering.But why that dream? And why now?And why had he not shared the dream of flowers? Thecommon dream. He sat up, looking about him at the shadows of the room. The familiarshadows of a familiar place. Beside him Jelka slept on, her soft snores fillingthe darkness. Impossible, he thought, going over it for the thousandth time. He couldthink of no rational explanation for it. Andyet... Be scientific, he told himself. If such a thing is possible,then what follows? For a start there would have to be something in the brain of each ofthem - a receptor of some kind - that could pick up on this "signal", thistriggereddream. Something in the hypothalamus, perhaps.Okay. But if that were so, why had he not received the signal? Or washis turn to come? For the dreams had been strangely staggered.And why was that?Part of his difficulty in accepting this was to do with the imprecision
-the symbolic fanciftdness - of the dream. Flowers and ashes. Why could thedeepermind not speak in less dramatic - less theatrical - tones if it mustspeak atall. Why such indirectness?And if a signal, then from whence did it come? For every signal had anorigin.Yes, and a purpose, too.And why had it been sent to them? And why had he specifically beenexcluded? It made no sense. Unless ... Watted-off. He had said it himself, earlier, to young Chuang.Maybe that part of him that could receive the dream was walled off. Ormaybe hisshadow self - Gweder, the dark mirror in which his deeper nature wasreflected -had received it, and never told him.The thought frightened him.He stood, then went to the window, staring out into the eternal nightof space.It had been a long time ago, but who was to say he had changed? Maybethat darker, shadow self yet existed in him, subdued and submerged, yetthere all the same, influencing him in unknown ways.And the dream itself? What did it mean? Kim drew a circle on the pane, then turned, looking back into the room.It was no good; he wouldn't sleep now. Nor was it fair on Jelka todisturb her. Moving quickly, quietly, he crossed the room and out into the corridor.The old house was dark and silent Blindly he made his way along to the libraryand,softly closing the door behind him, switched on the lamp.Against that warming glow, the great panelled window on the far side ofthe room seemed to be backed by a sheet of tar, it was so blackAgain he walked across, as if drawn to it, and stood there for a time,lookingout into that blackness. Home. Back there was home. He felt it call to him. Yet something in him denied that call. He had set his face againstreturn - had rigged it so that return was not an option.Or so he'd thoughtWe, made, our choice, he thought That's why we're out here in thisawful,inhuman place. Because there's no option for our species. Not if wewant a longterm future. Or was he thinking like DeVore now?He huffed, exasperated with himself, then turned from the window.Books. The walls were filled with shelf after shelf of books - real books, nottape-scriptOld, leather-bound books from before the time of the City.Kim walked across and took one down at random, opening ithalfway through.He read aloud: "The sign is always less than the concept it represents, while a symbolalwaysstands for something more than its obvious and immediate meaning."And when the symbol had no obvious and immediate meaning?Kim slipped the book back and chose another, then sat in thechair beside the window, opening the book up.Answers. He was looking for answers. But what if there were no answers?Then he might trawl all the books on all of the shelves in the entire universeand not find what he was looking for. He looked down at the page, then smiled.The Kalevala. He had taken down the Kalevala. 
Sampsa pushed the door open quietly, then peered in from the shadows of
the 
corridor. "Father?" 
Kim was sitting by the window, a book open in his lap, but Sampsa could
see he 
was not looking at the words. He was
thinking. Kim turned his head, looking towards him.
"What is it?" 
Sampsa went across and sat on the low stool, facing his father.
Physically he
was much bigger than Kim in every way,
BEHIND THE WALL OF SLEEP 
yet he had never felt bigger. Not in any meaningful way. His father
could 
encompass whole universes in that imagination of his.
Beyond Kim, through the panelled window, he could glimpse the blackness
of 
space.
Your dimension, Sampsa thought, wishing for something less grand,
something far
more human than that eternal sight
"Well?" 
Sampsa smiled. "I just wondered what you'd decided."
"Whether to go back or not, you mean?"
"Yes." 
Kim pondered that a moment. "You think that’s what the dream means,
then,
Sampsa?"
"What else can it mean?" 
"I don't know. It's a dream. It could mean that we were right to get
out when we 
did. Maybe if s ended back there. Maybe we're all that's left of the
story of
humanity."
"Doesn't that worry you?"
Kim frowned, then, "I thought we'd made this choice."
"Did we?" 
"I thought we had."
"Then maybe you were wrong."
Kim laughed at that. "Maybe. But what would be the point? What could we
do?" 
Sampsa sighed. "I don't know. I just feel that we ought to do
something. If we
can." 
"Like go back and fight DeVore?"
"I didn't say that"
"No. You kept it nice and vague. But think, Sampsa. If we could go
back, and we
did decide to go back, then why would we do it? For what reason?"
"Because we have a duty."
"A duty?"
"To those we left behind." 
Kim huffed and shook his head, but Sampsa could see he was thinking
about it And 
that was what was ultimately good about his father. Kim would never 

dismiss what 
was put to him. Never."Let me think about it, okay?"
"Okay."
"And Sampsa?"
"Yes father?" 
"Try' talking to your mother more. She gets very lonely
sometimes." 

CHAPTER-15 
A FRAYING CLOTH 
After the meeting at Kalevala, Karr and Marie had gone back to Kao
Chen's 
apartment in Fermi, where they'd stayed, talking long into the night
Now, as the
lights came on again all over Ganymede, Karr stood in the corridor
outside the 
upper-level apartment, while Marie said her goodbyes to Wang Ti and the
children. 
Standing beside him, Kao Chen looked to Karr and smiled. "You know, I
wish there 
was something to do."
"Heads to break, you mean?"
Chen hesitated, then. "There were three chairs, Gregor."
"What do you mean?"
"Just that if we went back ... well, Kim would have to be one..."
"And you and I?"
Kao Chen smiled. "Like old times, neh?"
Karr nodded, his smile mirroring his friend's. "Like old times."
"You think we can persuade Kim?"
"To go back?" Karr shrugged. "I don't know. But Kim's the key to it,
neh? 
Without his acquiescence we can do nothing."
"You think a vote in Council would not be enough, then?"
Karr laughed. "Will a vote make his machine work? No, Kao Chen, for
once we must 
be patient"
But Kao Chen, he could see, was anything but patient. The dream had
troubled him 
far more than most 
As Marie broke from embracing Wang Ti for the dozenth time, Karr
reached out and 
held his friend's arm briefly. "Imust go now, Chen. I've a duty shift
on the New 
Hope two hours from now, but if you need to talk, call me there. Or
come up. The
gods know there's little enough for a man to do up there."
"Maybe."
"And Chen. Don't brood on it" 
Kao Chen gave a little laugh. "Okay. Now you'd better go." He turned,
looking
towards where the two women were still embracing, still talking, then
shook his 
head and sighed. "Wang Ti! Let her go now. And Marie, come now, woman.
Your 
husband's waiting for you!" 

As the transporter slowly slid along the massive wire, Kan-looked backat the diminishing circle of Ganymede. Once a month he came up here, to takehis turn on the bridge of the great starship, and once a month he found himselfconfronted by the same sights and thoughts.Nowhere. It was as if they were in the middle of nowhere. All aboutthem was the darkness - a darkness so vast that some days it scared him as nothingelse had the power to scare him. Here, in the sealed pod of the transporter, itfelt as if he was the only thing moving in the entire universe, for though boththe moon and the four great starships that were tethered to it were travellingat a speedthat defied the imagination, it still felt as if they were not movingat all,for there was nothing to gauge their rapid progress by. Even thenearest stars were so distant that they did not change from day to day, but sat likepaintedjewels upon the blackTo get any sense of the reality of his situation, he had to close hiseyes andimagine himself within the bright-lit transporter, like a bead on athread between the spaceship and the moon, the two, and their three companioncraft,hurtling through the dark between Chung Kuo and Eridani, theirvelocities matched. And even then ... Karr sighed heavily. The vague restlessness he had been feeling for thepast fewmonths had now taken a clear and distinct form. He was homesick. More than that, he had begun to thinkhe had made the wrong decision coming out here.Yes, and he was not the only one. More than half the people he spoke tothese days expressed private doubts about the venture.Yet what else could they have done? If they'd stayed, they would havehad to fight DeVore, and this time, probably, they'd have lostTo survive at all, they had had to come out here. To make a fresh startBut what none of them had counted on was just how long it would be before theycould make that start Seven and a half years they'd been travelling now, with theprospectof at least five more. It was time enough for a man to go stark staring mad.Back on Ganymede, lights were coming on all across its surface, as the domed cities woke to another artificial morning. Watching it was likewatching bubblesforming on the dark sphere.They had achieved a lot these past few years. More than any of them hadthoughtpossible. Even so, the restlessness remained and the doubts, as if thisconstant building and expansion of their world were no more than a distraction.Which is unfair, he thought, feeling the transporter slow as it came upunder the starship's massive hull.For one day, if Kim were right, their world would be a proper world,orbiting aproper sun and possessed of a proper atmosphere. Yes, and theirchildren and grandchildren would thank them for the opportunity they had given them.He knew that Knew it almost as if it were an accomplished fact But itdid not help him when he felt like this.Kao Chen is right, he thought, turning to face the hatch as thetransporterdocked. We need to go back. To break heads and create mayhem among ourenemies. He shuddered. Aiya, but he'd missed that! Missed the adrenaline flowthat came as one went into action, the sense of danger and the comradeship.Soldiers! he thought, and shook his head, as if saddened by this suddenattack of sentimentality. But deep down he felt nota sadness at his inabilityto change, but a strange comfort A soldier. He was a soldier before allelse. And circumstance had stopped him being what he was. But now .. .Now he could go back. If Kim was right If his machine could be made towork. The thought of it sent a tingle of pure excitement throughhim. There was a sudden hum. The hatch hissed open."Marshal..." The two crewmen stood to attention beyond the hatch, their heads bowedas he stepped through.Karr straightened, feeling a sudden pride course through him at thethought ofwhat he'd been. To be a fighter again, and not just a man in a uniform -that was whathe wanted. Before his joints got too old and too stiff, his hair too grey. Onelast time before the darkness took him. And in his mind's eye he saw DeVore, and smiled.Enjoy the coming days. Make use of them wett. For you've not seen thelast of me, Howard DeVore. Not by a long chalk. 
Dcuro set down his helmet on the long table by the window, then turnedto face his elder brother, his eyes shining with excitement"Imagine it, Tomoka! A machine that can take you anywhere you want, andat once!" Tomoka, who had sat down to pull off his boots, merely grunted. "I willbelieve it when I see it" "But you saw it, brother. Yesterday, in Kim's workroom.""No, Dcuro. I saw a strange apparatus, and I heard a very strangetheory. What Idid not see was a machine that can travel anywhere.""But Shih Ward said ..." Tomoka gave his younger brother a hard look "Shih Ward is a verytalented man,and a good man, too, but this time he has allowed his imagination toroam too far." Dcuro stared at his brother, shocked to be hearing this.A FRAYING CLOTH Tomoka went on. "What Kim does not know about engineering is not worthknowing,and his grasp of physics is beyond the sages of old, but... when I hearhim talk of snakes swallowing their tails, then I begin to doubt"Dcuro's mouth had fallen open now. If Tomoka had claimed that theirmother and father had never existed he could not have been more astonished. His belief in Kim was absolute. There was nothing Kim Ward could not do. "You cannotmean that, elder brother." But Tomoka's face was hard and unyielding."Mysticism...thaf s all this is. Otherwhens, otherwheres. Jumping through foldedspace.""But we know if s possible. DeVore's ship ..." "May or may not haveexisted. And anyway, I for one did not see it""No one saw it," Dcuro said, "but it was there. They sensed it. And asKim says,if it exists, then there is a way to make another such craft. Maybeeven a better one." Tomoka grunted. Standing, he unbuckled his suit and stepped from it,then went across and hung it in the wall-space. Turning he looked directly atDcuro, whostood now at the long, curved window, staring out across the great bowlof Sparta Town which was waking to the day."Besides," Tomoka said, "there is another question to be answered. Dowe need to go back? Do we really want to get embroiled in all that nonsense onceagain?Surely that is why we came - to get away from all that foolishness? To go backnow..." Dcuro stood where he was, his shoulders slightly hunched. Tomoka waiteda moment, expecting him to answer, but Dcuro was silent"I am right, Dcuro. In your heart you know that I am right" "DoP""Of course you do. And given time you will understand that Oh, Iunderstand it well, Dcuro. Kim's words have fired your imagination. That is good. Butyou mustnot let them rob you of your common sense. There is only this universe,this reality. And we must deal with that, not with some flight of fancy.Wecannot goback, and even if we could, we should not" He smiled. "There. I havesaid all I have to say on the matter." "And yet all is not yet said."Tomoka shrugged, then went across and put a hand gently on hisbrother's shoulder. "You will see, Ikuro. Give it time. Then we shall talkagain." 
Out here, between the stars, time seemed frozen. Though they moved nowat a phenomenal speed - almost one fifth of the speed of light - still itseemed that they stood still. True, Ganymede still span upon its axis, displayingthe surrounding stars, yet without the presence of sun and moon in thatpitch-blacksky, it seemed almost a painted thing, no more real than the computer-generateddisplay on the inside of the dome ofKim's pool. Out here, one could quickly lose one's grasp of what wasreal. Kim stood at the window of his study, thinking about the earliermeeting. Hecould hear himself now, sounding off confidently about the possibilityof goingback, yet for all his talk he had not mentioned the single greatestproblem thathe faced. Energy.Enough energy to make a dent in the space-time fabric.To launch his tiny ship he would need an almost unthinkable amount ofenergy.And he would need to control that energy, for what he wanted was afuel-source,not a bomb. But how did he get that energy?His first thought had been to make a black hole, but how would he getrid of it once the craft was launched? How control it? How prevent it fromdevouring allof surrounding space? 
So black holes were out. Resonance, folding, compression ... his mind trawled through a hundredpossiblesolutions. But nothing. Nothingyet, anyway.Given time, he knew, the answer would come to him, like a gift from theether. But this once he was impatient. This once -A FRAYING CLOTH and who knew why? - he felt that he could not simply stand back and letthe answer come to him: he had to pursue it.He had five equations now, and a diagram. And who knew if they wereright ortotally wrong? They were glimpses and no more than that Nothingdefinite yetNothing ...Kim shook his head. The trouble was that normal rules no longer appliedin these circumstances, and all of that vast accumulated knowledge he possessedcounted for nothing; not even the methods he had developed to solve problems.If there was an answer to this, then - or so he sensed - it was not to be had bynormal deductive reasoning. A new kind of logic had to be developed - a logicthat, toa human mind, didn't seem logical at all: a logic that did not 'link"but "jumped", that did not build brick upon brick, but hung suspended, asif by puremagic.But how did you get there? How did you step through the looking-glass?Mirrors ... The word filled his mind. Unattached. Nothing trailing from it Justitself. As if it were an answer of itself. "Mirrors?" Before he could stop himself he began to play the old, old game - hismind pushing at the word, cracking it open like a nut to pick at it andanalyse it,turning the full glare of his intellect on it as if it were a specimenon a slide Kim stopped and squeezed his eyes tightly shut"No," he said, talking it through for himself. "If s as I said, normalmeans won't do this once. I need a logic that isn't logic at all"He paused, grimacing in his effort to get to what he wanted. "What I doknow is that the reflection is ... not a true reflection. It can't be, elsewe'd have the answer already. So ... if s not simple mimicry. In fact, if snot..." His eyes popped open, his mouth forming a small Oh of understanding.Ifs not even a surface at att. 
Mirrors. Mirrors had depth. Depth of field. Of course! And there he'dbeen thinking only of the face of the thing! 
Ebert stood in the darkness at the centre of the bowl of rocks, thegreat domeof Fermi, greatest of Ganymede's fifteen cities, a mile distant, thegreat curveof glass glowing softly like pearl.All about him stood the Osu, more than a hundred in all, their suitedforms mere shadows beneath the sky.Stepping up onto the platform of the rock, Ebert raised his handstowards the darkness overhead, his voice filling thesilence. "The night is our mother. She comforts us. She tells us who we are.Mother skyis all. We live, we die beneath her. She sees all. Even the darknessdeep withinus." "So it is, Tsou Tsai Hei. She sees all."There was a murmur from all sides at Echewa's words. Ebert spoke again."We must decide, my people. The time approaches and wemust make our choice." A voice came up to him from close by. "Is it thedream,Walker?" "It is the dream," he answered, "bat there is something else.There is a way to go back.""Back?" He looked towards the hidden voice. "Yes, back. Back to Chung Kuo. Butonly fora few of us. The rest will go on, to find the new home promised us."Again, a murmur ran through the gathered Osu, like a sigh. Then thesame voice spoke again."Will you go back, Efulefu?"Eftdefu, the Worthless One. So the Osu Elders had named him. Ebertsmiled at the use of his pet name, then answered thequery.'It is not chosen yet Yet we must decide. If I go back, I cannot goforward. I cannot be your Elder.""I do not understand," another voice said, more distant than the first"Is that,too, to do with the dream?""Yes and no. As you know, I had the dream. The same dream we all had.Yet I also had another dream, this past night A dream that is clearly linked tothe first A dream in which I saw myself, as if from above. And when I looked down I saw my still andsilent figure shrouded in a mist of white.""Then you must not go back, Efulefu." 
"Oh, I must go back.""Then the decision is already made," another said, and there waslaughter; agentle laughter which slowly spread to all those in the shadowed bowl."Yes..." Ebert grinned, then bowed his head to all of them. "Yes, Isuppose itis." 
A wood surrounded Kalevala. It was an ancient place, a place of earthand rock and pine bordering the great lawn, and Sampsa, stepping in among thetrees,felt, as he always felt, how even this simple act had meaning - as if,in entering the wood, he shucked off his ordered, rational self.He moved quickly, silently, until he stood at the edge of the clearing.For a moment he stared up at the solitary tall pine that dominated that openspace,recalling how, as a boy, he had once jumped the circle, leaping fromstump tostump - a leap of six or eight feet onto a platform less than twoacross -before launching himself into the centre.Now, looking up that long, smooth bole, into its branches, he felt anoverwhelming sense of loss. The moon, that had once shone so brightlythroughthe branches, was gone, and in its place was a darkness so intense - agap sohuge - that nothing, nothing could ever fill it.Unless his father found a way.His eyes, one blue, one brown, flicked round, sensing another presencethere. "Father?" Kim stepped out from between the trees and took a step into the circle.He was wearing a dark one-piece, as if he had been exercising, and his feetwere bare. In the light from the house his hair shone silver."I thought you'd gone home.""I meant to," Sampsa began. "But I've been thinking.""Me too."Sampsa smiled at that. "You never stop thinking." Kim smiled,then came across to stand beside Sampsa, looking up at the pine. "You think I waswrong,bringing you all out here, don't you? You think we should have stayedand seen it through.""Yes." "And maybe you're right. But nature has its way ..." Sampsa frowned."You think this is natural?" "Absolutely. Trees launch their seeds on the wind,insects deposit their eggs. And that's no more than what we're doing. Sendingout seeds. 
In time those seeds will grow and send out their own seeds. And so thegalaxywill be filled by humankind."Sampsa shook his head. "Bearing in mind our past record,I'm not so sure that thats such a good thing.""Good thing, bad thing, who are we to say?""But surely we must say?""Must we?" Kim looked down, meeting his son's eyes again. "Are wereally thatbig then, Sampsa, to so buck destiny and the urgings of our own DNA?""I didn't mean that I meant..." Sampsa huffed from pure exasperation. This was the trouble with arguingwith his father. Kim didn't think on the same plane as ordinary people. Hisparameterswere just so muchbigger."Would you rather humankind died out, then, Sampsa? Is that yourargument? Wouldyou rather DeVore got his way and wiped out the lot of us and put hismorphs -his Inheritors, as I'm told he calls them - in our place? Would yourather theygot the prize?""But it doesn't have to be like that" "Doesn't it?" And now there was a hardness in his father's voice he had never heard before. Sampsa looked at him, surprised.'Tather?" "Let me tell you something, Sampsa. For a long time I tried hard not togetinvolved. I tried to argue that it had nothing to do with me - that Iought justto get on and live my own lifeand look after those in my narrow little circle. But after a while Irealised that I couldn't fool myself any longer. There really was a war goingon. And not just any war. This was a war that could decide whether mankind wouldsurvive or go under. Once I saw that, the rest was easy. It was a question oftaking sides,of choosing which direction I would ultimately follow: for life, oragainst itYou see, I did care what happened to other people. Just as I care now -despitewhat you think - about what’s happening back on Earth. Thaf s why Ibrought usout here. And thaf s also why I've decided to try to go back. Why I'mwilling torisk my life trying out a machine that could, for all I know, blast meinto a thousand million tiny little pieces!"Sampsa smiled. "And what will you do when you get back? Have youdecided that yet?" 
"No. But I will." 
"And DeVore?" 
Kim looked away thoughtfully. "I'll let our friend Karr deal with
DeVore. If and 
when the time comes." 

Ebert unscrewed the helmet of his suit and, lifting it off, set it down
on the 
table and turned, looking about him at his tiny apartment.
Once, back on Chung Kuo, he had had everything a man could wish for - a
great
mansion, a massive company, and command of a great army of three
million men. He 
had been betrothed to a beautiful woman and had had the trust of 
emperors. Now
he had only this.
To some that might have seemed a great descent His old self, certainly,
would 
have felt it so. That self would have equated such a loss of material
power with
a loss of vitality and strength. Yet in the years since, Ebert had
discovered 
where true strength lay in a man. Yes, and had been richer for it.
He had embraced wuwei, the path of inaction. He had become as the
stream that 
flows. But now he had to turn his back on things and become once more a
man of 
action. 
One last time.Ebert smiled. It was strange the peace he'd felt in the
dream,
seeing himself dead. Such peace as he had only previously
imagined.
Unclipping the fastenings at his wrists, he pulled off his gloves and
went over 
to the window, looking out through the toughened ice at the ancient
surface of 
the moon. 
It was a magnificent view, and his apartment was only one of many that
overlooked the surface, but few were occupied these days. His last near
neighbour had moved out almost five months ago now, and no one new had
moved in. 
I should say something, he thought, wondering if Kim and the others had
noticed 
this, or whether only he was sensitive to it Anxiety, that was what it
was. His 
fellow travellers were anxious. And as each month passed, that anxiety
grew. At
first it had manifested itself in small ways - a reluctance to venture
outside 
the domes or look up at the open sky - yet as the journey lengthened it
had 
taken on more definite forms. They had begun to dig, deeper and yet
deeper into
Ganymede's surface, as if to hide away from the void that surrounded
them. Two 

years back they had begun to build long tunnels between the cities, andthe old ways - the surface routes -had fallen into disuse.He had listened without comment to the arguments they gave, and nodoubt some of them were true. It was safer to build below ground, for there was lesschance of decompression. Yet that was not why they did itThere were exceptions, of course. Kim, for instance, and Karr. But therest were slowly turning inward. Burrowing into themselves just as they burrowedinto Ganymede.And maybe that was necessary if they were to protect themselvespsychologicallyfrom that void. For if that void reached them and touched their hearts,what then would transpire?It was all uncharted territory.Ebert stretched his neck and shoulders, feeling weary now. But histhoughts wererestless. Since he'd had the dream -since he'd glanced behind the wallof sleepand seen his fate -he had thought of little else.At times like this he wished for his old unconscious self, wished thathe did not feel so much for those who suffered. To be blind to all that and at peaceagain.And that, perhaps, was why his own death did not trouble him, for atleast with death would come rest and a cessation of this constant ache. The ache of responsibility.In a fit of frustration he smashed his fist against the glass. "I amnot mybrother's keeper!"But it was not so. Kick as he might against it, his fate was set He hadto goback. Yes, and die, if what he'd seen was true. Because he was TsouTsai Hei,the Walker in the Darkness, and he had been granted a vision of thepath's end.And as he thought that, so Tuan Ti Fo's words came to him, from thattime on Mars when he had first met the old man: "Am I to tell you everything? No, Tsou Tsai Hei, that is for you tolearn. Studythem. Be as them. The truth witt follow. You are to stay here, tofinish the work that time has begun in you. To wait here, among these hidden worksof darkness. Until the call comes." 
Karr slumped down into the chair, then sat back, stifling a yawn. Thiswas the worst of it - the inactivity; the feeling that it didn't matter whatone did or didn't do. It undermined him. Slowly, day by day, he felt himselferoded by itHe stared at the screen. On it was a table of figures, showing theirrelative position to the nearest stars, their speed, the temperature of theengines, andother things. The figures had not changed for three hours now, or ifthey had,it had been so minor a change - a decimal point or two - that he hadn'tnoticed. "AiyaTThe two young guards on the far side of the bridge turned, lookingacross at Karr, surprised."Marshal?" one of them asked, thinking that something must be wrong.But Karr simply shrugged. "If s okay, boy. If s just..."The screenchangedsuddenly. The tables vanished, replacedby a familiar face."Hans? ... What in the void's name do you want?" Ebert smiled. "I needto talk,Gregor. I've had anotherdream." Karr frowned. He didn't like these dreams. No more than Kao Chen did. "Was it like the first?" "No, no it..." Ebert shook his head. "The thing is, I've seen into thefuture,Gregor. I've seen my own death.""Impossible.""I know. I realise how it sounds, but Fve seen it, as clearly as if Iwas there. And I've seen other things, too. I've seen you and Chen standingtogether in thecourtyard of a strange building. A strange structure of jet-black stonethat looked as if it had been built into the walls of a giant well.""I don't know any place like that you describe.""No, but you were there, as you look now. And Chen, too, with his finewhite hair." "And you? You say you saw your own death?" "Yes. I was with you, backon ChungKuo. There were six of us, in two craft" "But Kim has ..." "... onlymade one, Iknow. And yet I saw it, as clearly as if Iwas remembering it"Karr closed his eyes a moment, rubbing at his temples as if he wassufferingfrom a migraine. Then he looked back at Ebert again. "I'm sorry," hesaid, "butI find all this hard to take in. If s... well, if s as if reality werecoming toan end. These dreams ... they're like the fraying of an old doth."'Tes," Ebert said. "So it is, old friend. And we shall be there for the weavingof the new." 
Jelka stood at the window of the tower, her hand resting on the chair'sback as she looked out over the stand of trees. From where she was she could see the clearing of the seven pines and, through the trees, the figures of Kimand Sampsa. She had been wondering what had been said between them earlierto make Kim so quiet, and had thought that perhaps they'd argued, butthings seemedall right now between them. She saw them smile and laugh and feltherself relax. She was about to turn away, when the fit began. The sensation wasfamiliar - it had happened many times since her illness - but she had not beentroubled by itfor some time. Now it swept her up, like a great wind rushing throughher head and overwhelming her senses.She staggered, then held onto the chair back. Yet even as she did, shesaw the vision, there above the clearing where Kim and Sampsa stood. They werestill there, but now, in the sky directly over them, maybe half a kilometreup fromthe moon's dark surface, burned a massive wheel of fire, its fiercelightreflecting back off the curved surface of the dome and illuminating thewhole of the plain surrounding Kalevala."Aiya!" she whispered, her golden eyes flaming fiercely in thatunearthly lightIt was not, she knew, a dream - leastways not a waking dream - but areal and genuine stochastic vision. A glimpse of what would be.She wanted to cry out, to warn Kim and Sampsa, but they seemed to know.Theypointed at it, laughing, then turned to look up at her.Jelka stared at them a moment, then looked back at the fiery circle,shieldingher golden eyes against its glare. Through her fingers she could seethat it was not a solid, sustained image. It seemed to flicker ... to somehowoscillate even as it turned, like a film that has had every second frame blanked.And then, as suddenly as it came, it was gone.Jelka dropped onto her knees, a sudden cold throughout her body. Thedarkness of the sky outside now seemed a shock. She groaned, then put her hands upto her head, the pains in her head - yet another familiar symptom - beginningwith a 
vengeance.
What was that? What in the gods' names was that?
She had seen many small things in the past; little things that
subsequently came
to pass. But this time she would have to tell him.
T 
And risk Mm thinking you mad?
Yes, even that. For she had never had a fit so strong, so...
vivid. 
Even with her eyes closed she could still see it, as if the image had
been 
burned onto her retinas. 
Like a snake, she thought, remembering what Kim had said. A great snake
of fire,
swattounng its tad. 

Dcuro sat alone in his room, staring at the diagram on the screen. He
had spent
the last two hours designing what he was looking at and still he was
not happy
with it It looked vaguely like what he had seen in Kim's workshop, but
there was 
still something about it that was wrong. Something he'd overlooked.
It was at times like this that he wished he had a memory like Kim's,
that once 
he had seen a thing he could not forget it. Eidetic they called that.
But it wasn't only that that made Kim a great man. He had watched him
often 
these past six years and seen how - like a magician - he conjured
answers from 
the air. Or from within himself, which was the same.
Ikuro shivered. It was cold in the room. No doubt Tomoka had been 
turning down
the heating once again. Getting up, he walked over to the cupboard and
got down
a sweater, pulling it
on. 
Better, he thought, sitting back in front of the screen, half frowning
at it in 
his attempt to work out what he'd missed.
A spaceship with no engines and no hull. A craft that, in essence, was
but an 
array of seats.
He laughed. Who else but a madman or a genius would think
of such? There was a knock. Dcuro turned in the swivel chair, faring
the door. "Who is it?" A head popped round the door. "Ikuro? Can I have
a word 
with you?" It was Ebert Dcuro smiled and got up.
"Of course. Come in." 
Ebert stopped, looking blindly at the screen, then nodded. "There.
Thafs how I 
saw it" 
Dcuro shrugged. "It's not quite right But I can't figure out..."
"No," Ebert said, with a certainty Dcuro found strange. "Thafs it
exactly. I saw 

it Like that, without the fans."
"The fans!" Dcuro slapped his forehead, then went to sit down and
change the
image, but Ebert stopped him.
"No. Save that, as it is. Or better still, print up a copy. We'll take
it to 
show Kim." 
"Kim?" Dcuro turned back, looking up at Ebert "I don't understand."
"No," Ebert said. "But you will. Just trust me, Dcuro. You will." 

Back in his study, Kim set to work at once, gripped by a sudden and
immense 
excitement. 
Going over to the big touch-screen in the corner of the room, he took
the stylus
and began to write down the three equations he had jotted on the
blackboard by
the pool, only this time he did not write them one atop the other, but
spaced
them out, so that they formed a triangle.
Three points on a circle. Or almost so, for he saw now that he had only
half the 
picture. The rest...
Kim laughed aloud, surprised by the simplicity of it, amazed now that
he had not 
seen it before. But that was always the way of things. What afterwards
seemed 
obvious was - before that all-important moment of insight - as opaque
as death 
itself: a barrier that no man's mind could cross. 
But cross it he had. 
Taking the first of the equations, he reversed it, changing two of its
elements 
and transforming it in the process. Satisfied, he wrote it down to the
right of
the original, just below it Now that he'd done so, he could see how it
linked 
directly to the second of his equations that lay at the next point
clockwise 
about the emerging circle.Again he reversed the equation, changing two
of its 
elements. Once more the new equation fitted like a link in a chain. And
then the 
last, again more or less a reversal of what he already had, yet at the
same time 
a total transformation of the 
original.
He stepped back, staring at the great circle of equations in wonder,
seeing
suddenly the connection not merely between each point on the circle's
edge, but
between every single part It was not just a circle, it was a web. And
each 
strand of that web contained a distorted mirror of each other strand,
harmonics 

in a great chord.
Kim felt a shiver go through him. Whatever else he had done in his
entire life,
none of it matched what he had achieved here in this single diagram.
"Save and store," he said quietly, almost afraid to speak
"Kim?" 

He turned. Jelka was standing there, just inside the doorway.
"This is it," he said. "What I've been looking for."
"A wheel of fire," she said, looking at him, not the diagram. "I saw
it, Kim. I
saw it in the air above Kalevala. A great wheel of fire in the air, and
you and
Sampsa laughing and pointing up at it
"You saw it?" 
"Yes. And it vM happen. I know it will. I've seen things before Things
that have 
subsequently come true."
"Ahh ..." He didn't know quite what to say.
"I know it seems like madness, Kim, but... it happens. It really does
happen. If
s to do with the sickness. At least, I think it is. I didn't have them
before." 
"And the dream?" 
Jelka shook her head. "No. The dream was something different"
She walked across and stood before the screen. 
"It's like the Ywe Lung," she said.
Kim nodded. He had not seen it before, but now that she had pointed it
out to 
him, it was curiously like the great wheel of dragons of the Seven
which had 
once been the symbol of their authority over Chung Kuo.
"Maybe they knew," he said. "Knew but... didn't know."
She laughed at that "How can you know but not know?"
"If s easy," he said. "I knew. But I didn't know I knew until just now.
Even so,
it was there inside me. And you - if your vision was real - knew that
it was." 
"That's too deep for me, Kim. But this... if this is true... if this
works ... 
well, what does it mean?"
"I'm not sure," he said. "But if I'm even vaguely close with my
guesses, then
life is going to get a whole lot more complicated round here."
"Yes, but how?"
He hesitated, not wanting to tell her what had been going through his
mind, then
shrugged. "Lef s wait and see, huh? Lef s just wait and see." 

That night, as Jelka lay beside him, sleeping, Kim found himself
returning to
the thought he'd had while talking to her earlier.
All the while he had thought only of the practical use of the equations
- of how 
to find a power source for his craft Energy. It had all come down to
energy. But 

now that he had the answer, all manner of other things - peripheralthings - hadpopped into his mind.He had thought only of using that surface between realities to launchhis little ship. But if one could unlock the door to another universe, then whatstoppedone from stepping through and entering that other space?And what exactly would one find there?MUeja, perhaps ... And my mother, Anna, too. Only a different Anna, analtogether different MUeja ...The thought disturbed him.Just how different would it be? Or would it be different at all? The truth was, he didn't know. And he couldn't begin to guess. Only bygoingthere would he know. The equations aside, he wasn't even certain that he could just stepthrough.Maybe something in the composition of himself - something beyond simplecell structure, somethingimplicit in the reality in which he existed and of which he was a part-prevented him from slipping across that greatdividing line. He did not know. Nor would he know, until he tried.But did he dare? That was the big question. Did he dare? Was he confident enough to risktakingthat single step that changed the rules ofeverything? I'll sleep on it, he thought, conscious of Jelka's softbreathing,of her warmth pressed against his side.And as he slipped down into the dark well of sleep, he had a momentaryvision of himself, elsewhere - in that other place, perhaps - tucked in besideanother Jelka, the same and yetentirely different. Mirrors, he thought once more, and, yawning, turnedonto his side. It's all done with mirrors ... 
It was night on Ganymede. Beyond the dome of Kalevala the stars burneddown,peppering the interstellar blackness.In the shadows of Kim's study, the silence was profound. One moment theroom was empty, the next two figures stood before the corner screen.The screen, which had been dark, now glowed with a low, dull light, inthe midst of which Kim's diagram burned with a strange dark brilliance."Finally," one of them said, speaking in a tongue that was unlike anythat had been heard by human ears."Yes," the other agreed, studying the elegant equations. The twofigures seemed 
to flicker, like a film in which every second frame has been removed.
They were
unearthly tall - tall beyond human measure - and vague in the sense
that a human 
eye would have found it hard to discern exactly where their outlines
lay.
Moreover, they seemed not merely colourless but without colour, though
not 
transparent If colour there was, it was of a hue outside the normal
spectrum. A
colour out of space. The two looked to each other.
"It's almost time." 
"Almost." 
The screen glow died. The room was empty. Outside, beyond the silent
dome, the
eternal stars burned down as they had since time began - like a
thousand million 
tiny windows breaching the living dark.
The darkness shimmered. 
It was almost time. 

CHAPTER-16 
THE PLACE OF INNER DARK 
"Friends! What an unexpected pleasure."
Kim stood back, smiling broadly as the three men came into the room,
Dcuro and 
Aluko Echewa first, Ebert the last to enter, the two tiny camera probes
slowly
circling his head.
"You've timed it well," Kim went on, going over to the screen and
switching it
on. "I've something to show you."
"We know," Ebert said. "The equations."
Kim turned, astonished. "You know?"
"I saw it In my dream."
Kim blinked. "I don't understand. First Jelka, then ..."
"Here," Ebert said, handing Kim a folded slip of paper. "This
will explain."
Kim unfolded the paper and looked. Slowly his eyes widened. He turned,
looking
to the circle of equations, then shook his head. "And there I was
thinking it
was complete."
"No," Ebert said. "There's more. Much more. But that1 s the key. The
key that
unlocks the door." 
Kim's mouth was open. He blinked, once, twice, then began to smile.
"Yes ... I 
see it now." 
"Ifs breaking down," Dcuro said. 'The cloth is fraying. Hans thinks
that we're 
coming to a cusp."
"A cusp?"
"A point where it all changes."
"Ah ..." Kim looked at the screen again, then nodded. "Then this ..." 

He stopped
and looked to Ebert. "I was going to make another craft," he said. "Did
you see
that, too?"
Ebert nodded. "Doiro ... give Kim the printout."
Dcuro handed Kim the diagram of the craft he'd drawn. Kim looked at it,
then 
laughed. "That there - where you've removed the fans - that's exactly
the 
amendment I thought of this morning. But this and this ... these are
new. That 
looks like some kind of generator, and that... well, it could be a
heater of 
some kind. And these, underneath it..." He looked up at them. "But how
...?" Kim 
stopped, staring fiercely into the air a moment, then he laughed. "Do
you think
...?" 
"What?" Dcuro asked, glancing at Echewa who stood beside him, concerned
by Kim's
sudden strangeness.
"All of this. .. coming together like this. Dreams and clues and
visions. It all 
seems ... well, like we're being given this. And if we're being given
it, then
someone is doing the giving. Someone higher than us, perhaps."
"Higher?" Dcuro looked perplexed.
But Ebert seemed to understand what Kim was saying perfectly. "Yes. I
felt that 
too. We're being directed. To go back and face DeVore. To determine our
direction." 
"You think so?" Kim asked. 
Ebert smiled. "Oh, I'm certain of it, Kim. As certain as of anything in
my whole
life." 

They decided to hold a meeting of all the colonists, to discuss the
dreams and 
all that had arisen since. Kim scheduled it for that evening at eight,
yet even
as he prepared for it, events overtook him.
The first Kim knew of it was when Karr called him from the bridge of
the New 
Hope.
"Kim? Where are you right now?"
"In my study, why?"
"Look out of the window." 
Kim turned and looked. For a moment he saw nothing. Then he gasped.
Nothing. He
really did see nothing.
"Gods ..." 
The stars had gone. The sky was black, unblemished. His voice, when he
spoke
again, was a whisper. "What's happened?" "I don't know," Karr said.
"One moment 

they were there, thenext they weren't""But they must be there. They have to be." "Our sensors no longerregisteranything. The nearest star isan infinite distance away according to the figures on my screen.Which is another way of saying that there aren't any stars.""Impossible."The machine had to be wrong. And their eyes... their eyes obviouslyweren't seeing what was out there, because thealternative. .. The alternative was mad. Madder than doors into other universes. Madder than shared dreams. Madder than people seeing things that hadn't happened.Madder than .. . He stopped and closed his eyes. It was possible, just possible, that hewas hallucinating - dreaming all this even while he thought he was awake.Like Chuang Tzu and the butterfly. But if so, what did that mean? Andbesides, ifthis was a hallucination, it certainly didn't feel like one.Unless it was a shell. For a moment that possibility - that Shepherd had somehow tricked themall-dominated his thoughts. Then he opened his eyes."Kim? Are you all right?""Am I dreaming, Gregor?"Karr laughed. "Maybe. But if so, then we're all dreaming the samedream. And that’s as good a definition of reality as I canthink of." Kim nodded. So if it wasn't a dream ... The screen began to buzz. Someone was trying to get in touch with himurgently.Kim lifted the flap of skin and looked at the timer inset into hiswrist It was five fourteen, Ganymede time."Okay," he said. "Here's what we'll do. We'll bring the meeting forwardtwo hours. Something's happening, and it won't do to wait and see what itis." "And the stars?" Kim shrugged. "I don't know, Gregor, but do you recall what you said,about the old cloth fraying." "So?" "I'd say we'd just fallen through a tear inthe cloth." 
They met just after six, gathering together in the Circles, the greatmeetingplaces that had been built at the centre of each of the fifteen domes.The colonists were frightened and not a little confused by events, but as yet theywere calm. So it was that they watched - some in person, most on thegreatscreens that surrounded them - as Kim Ward climbed up onto the platformin Fermi Circle to address them. "Friends, fellow citizens ... I have asked you to gather becausesomething ishappening. Something strange. Something that even I can find noexplanationfor." He paused, letting the significance of that statement sink in."The facts are simple. We are still travelling - or, at least, theengines arestill firing as before, still pushing us on - but we are going nowhere.Eridani is no longer directly ahead of us. Indeed, from all we can make out, weare no longer within the relativistic universe."There was a strange collective sigh. Kim raised his hands, as if tofend off objections, even though there were none"I can think of no theory which would explain these facts, only ametaphor. Itis as if we have fallen down a well. Yet even this is unsatisfactory,for a well has a bottom, and from the bottom of a well one might glimpse the sky,but we can see nothing."Ebert, standing just below the platform, now spoke up. "Is thereanything we cando, Kim?"Kim nodded. "There are several things we might do. For a start we mightsend out a probe. If we are still moving relativistically then the probe willquicklyfall behind us at this speed. We might also consider closing down theengines."There was a worried murmur at this suggestion and Kim, looking abouthim, couldsee that this troubled them almost asmuch as the situation itself. To close down the engines was a major step. To many it would seem like an admissionof defeat. He could see they wanted to go on, even if they were goingnowhere. A big, grey-bearded man named Baker now spoke. "I say we do nothing. Isay wewait and see what happens."Kim smiled. "I'd say that was a good suggestion, Jed. But how long dowe wait? And what if this situation is permanent? What if we have fallen down awell in space?""Not a well. A pocket."Kim turned, surprised to find the old man behind him. Then, with a gaspof astonishment, he realised who it was."Tuan Ti For Old Tuan bowed low, then, smiling patiently, stepped up beside Kim and,raisinghis arms, spoke to them all."Forgive me, my friends, for coming among you unannounced, but you mustknow now how things are. Kim is right. You are no longer within the relativisticuniverse, but in a pocket, a no-space between the universes. Eridani isstill before you, and you travel towards it hourly, yet there is no trace ofyou inyour universe. This we have done.""We?' Kim was staring at Old Tuan in disbelief. He had thought himdead, or backon Chung Kuo. He had certainly not been on Ganymede. Not until a momentor two ago."I can say little now," Tuan answered. "Only that you are in nodanger." Hepaused, then, "You must be patient You must remain here in no-space fora while,for he must not see you. Not yet. Things are changing, and just as wehave woken, so he in time will wake.""Can you not tell us more?" Karr asked, his own face filled with wonderat the sight of the old man."Only that you have work to do. You have come right to theedge. To the time of change. Beyond it everything will bedifferent But you must first step over. Until then we can saynothing more.""The equations?" Kim asked. "Has it to do with theequations?"But Old Tuan would not be drawn. "Do your work, Kim Ward. Go where youmust go -where the visions show you witt go. Then, when things are clearer toyou, wewill talk." They had not seen him arrive, but all there saw him leave. For a momenthe seemed both to be there and not be there, his form shimmering, as ifevery otherframe of a film had been removed. Then he was gone.Again a sigh ran through them.You have come right to the edge. To the time of change.Kim stared a moment, then turned back, looking out across the upturned,awe-struck faces of his fellow travellers. "Well..." he said, finding no words to describe what he was feeling,"let us do as Master Tuan says. Return to your homes and wait. When something isknown, Ishall contact you again."He could see how they hung back, reluctant to go; how they looked tohim for some kind of explanation. But for once he had nothing to give them.Nothing but his own bafflement 
"So what exactly is happening?"Ebert laughed at the bluntness of Karr's question."Do you think I'm holding out on you?" Ebert shook his head, asperplexed asthey for once. He knew Tuan Ti Fo's tricks of old, but this once OldTuan's appearance had shaken him; so much so that he could not think straight."The gods know what happened back there. One moment we were in the normaluniverse,the next nowhere. And I've no how idea how they did it""But where are we?" "The place of inner dark ..."Karr frowned. "Pardon?" "That's where we are. The place of inner dark." His blind eyes lookedabout him at the others who were packed into the room with him. "Thaf s what theOsu call it It is a place outside of time and space.""A dream time," his son, Pauli offered, but Ebert shook his head."No. It is a real place, a physical place." "And do the Osu go there?"Ebert smiled. "No. It is a place of the gods." "Then ..." Karr hesitated,"what you'resuggesting is ..." "That Old Tuan is a god. Or an immortal. Like thosein the old Han tales. Kim told us how he claimed to be as old as the rocks. What if that was true? It would explain a great deal. Like how he manages towalk through lockeddoors." "Yes," Karr said, "and travel between Chung Kuo anddeepest space in the blink of an eye."Ebert nodded. "And you, Kao Chen, what do you think?"Kao Chen made a face. "I feel as if I must have eaten something thatdisagreedwith me. If this is not a dream, the gods know what it is!"Ebert nodded. "I understand. I've been questioning my sanity, too. Butit looks like ifs real. Unless we're all hallucinating.""So what are they, then?" Pauli asked. "Gods? Immortals? Orare they aliens in human form?""Tuan said he was born," Ebert answered. "He told Kim that DeVore washis twin -that they found him in the afterbirth, the cord wrapped about histhroat." "Pity they found him," Karr said, making them all laugh. But theyquickly grewserious again. "Maybe ifs true but not true," Ebert said. "How do youmean?" "Just that he might be a twin, and he might have been born at the sametime as DeVore - if DeVore's another of these beings - only they might not havebeen born to a human mother, on Earth. That might have been the part of thetale he'd doctored, to make it acceptable to you."Karr shrugged. "I think I'd have believed it more if he'd said he andDeVore were aliens, not less. Aliens I can believe in, just about, butimmortals ..." "Whatever Tuan is," Ebert said, "he seems to have powers beyond ourpresentunderstanding. Yet he talks of having woken slowly to those powers."Karr nodded. "Yes, and this business of it being almost time. Of usbeing on theedge. What do you think he means by that?""He means the equations," Ebert answered. "I'm sure of it As I said, wehave the key now.""Then surely Kim is where he wants to be. In the doorway."Ebert looked to Chuang Kuan Ts'ai, who had spoken. "What do you mean?"Chuang smiled. "Kim said that he wasn't sure in which direction he hadto look,to seek the door between the worlds. Well, now we know. In fact, OldTuan has brought us right to the spot All Kim has to do now is make it work."Karr looked about him. "Where is Kim? He ought to have come back bynow." Kim had gone away while they were talking, but he had not returned."Kao Chen," Karr said, "did you see where he went?""Into the wash room, I thought I'll check ..."Kao Chen disappeared. A moment later he was back, his face ashen."Quick! Kim'scollapsed! I found him slumped over one of the stalls. He looks in abad way!" 
Kim's room was dark. As the doctor stepped outside into the corridorand closed the door behind him, five anxious faces stared back at him."Well?" Jelka asked, her voice a whisper. "How is he now?" "No change,"the doctor - an elderly Han named Ji -answered quietly, his concernmirroring theirown. "Physically he seems fine. His breathing's normal and hisheartbeat But these voices you say you've heard What kind of thing is that?"Jelka looked down. "It's nothing... just murmuring, that’s all.""Ah..." Surgeon Ji considered a moment, then shrugged "I can onlysuggest thatyou be patient and wait. It strikes me that this whole business hasbeen quite ashock to his system. Kim is a very rational man. What we'veexperienced... well,it would shake the faith of any rationalist, neh?""But surely, to sleep this long ...?""Is not unusual," Ji quickly reassured her. "Sixty hours is not long, Mu Ch'in Ward. And we are not talking about a coma. All that s happened is thatKim's conscious mind has switched itself off. If s having a rest. And longoverdue,I'd say. No, let nature take its course."After Ji was gone, Jelka turned, looking to the others."What voices?" Sampsa asked.Jelka shrugged. "It was nothing ...""No," Sampsa said. "Whatever they were, it certainly wasn't nothing. Ican see they disturbed you."She hesitated, then. "It's just that it hasn't happened in awhile." "What?" Karr asked impatiently, his voice raised momentarily. Eberttouched his arm. "Gweder and Lagasek.""Gweder and ...?" Karr shook his head, looking to the others for anexplanation."It goes back to his days in Rehab," Sampsa said. "When he first cameout of the Clay. They are the two sides of his nature. His two selves, if youlike. For a long time Lagasek - Starer -has been in control. But it seems thatGweder -Mirror - is back." Karr stared at Jelka open-mouthed. This was the first he'd heard of anyof this. "You mean Kim is schizophrenic?""Not technically," Sampsa said, answering for her. "But Gweder - hisdarker self 
-has been walled off all these years. Inaccessible."
Jelka shook her head. "Thaf s not true." 
"Pardon?" 
She looked to her son. "I said that s not true. After Mileja's death,
Gweder 
came back. Sometimes he was only a voice, in the night when Kim was
fast asleep,
but sometimes he would make Kim get up and go out, to walk beneath the
trees. 
I'd see him out there, prowling, and I'd know it was Gweder."
"You could tell?" 
Jelka shivered, then nodded. "He would go on all fours."
"Ah ..." Karr looked aside 
There was a moment's silence, then Sampsa spoke again. "And the
voices?" 
Jelka met her son's eyes. "He was arguing with himself."
"Arguing?"
She nodded. "His face would change. It was quite striking. And
frightening, too.
Gweder. .. well, Gweder's how I imagine Kim would have turned out, had
he 
remained in the Clay."
"If he'd survived." 
"Yes ..." Jelka looked thoughtful a moment, then. "If s strange. Kim -

the 
waking Kim, that is - is so determined, yet Lagasek, supposedly his
rational 
self, is so passive. Whereas Gweder. Well, Gweder's a bully. He
pushes."
"And what did Gweder push for?" Ebert asked, staring at her blindly.
"He wanted Kim to step through."
"Through?" Both Sampsa and Karr said it as one.
"Yes. Into the other universe." 
"And Lagasek?"
"Lagasek's unwilling. I think he's frightened."
"Frightened?" Sampsa asked. "Frightened of what?"
"I don't know." 
Again, a silence fell. Then Karr let out a sigh. "So what are we going
to do? 
Without Kim... well, the equations are just so much mumbo-jumbo to me."
Ebert laughed. "For once I agree with you, Gregor. I thought my maths
was good,
but those calculations are quite beyond me."
"And me," Sampsa said.
"Well," Jelka said, looking about her. "It seems, then, that we have
but one 
course, and thaf s to do as Surgeon Ji says, and wait"
"And if he doesn't wake?" Kao Chen asked. 
"He'll wake," Karr said, putting a hand on his old friend's shoulder
reassuringly. "Jelka's seen it, remember?" 

The wind was up and waves were crashing against the rocks below his
bedroom 
window. Kim lay there, listening, the sound
of the wind rushing through the trees lulling him. In his mind's eye he
could 
see the great branches stretching in the wind, their leaves streaming
out like 
bright green banners in the sunlight He turned lazily and smiled, for a
moment 
not remembering. Then, with a jolt, he woke.
Silence. 
Nowhere. He was nowhere. 
Kim opened his eyes. It was dark; a shadowed darkness that quickly
resolved 
itself. 
My room. I am in my room at Kalevala.
But how had he got here? He could not remember. The last thing he could
remember 
was standing in the Circle at Fermi, waiting to speak.
And after that? 
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
He stretched, then sat, conscious for the first time how rested - how
totally
rested - he felt. As if he'd slept for days on end.
He laughed at the thought, knowing that he was a creature who needed
little 
sleep.
"Jelka?" 

When there was no answer, he stood and walked over to the
door, throwing it open.
"Jelka?" 
Nothing. The house was silent
Throwing on a robe, he went down to the kitchen. It too was empty, no
sign of
Jelka anywhere.
Strange.
He went to the larder and opened the door, looking in to see
what he could eat 
Starving. He was absolutely starving.
Taking a hunk of bread, he buttered it and crammed it into his mouth,
chewing it
voraciously. Then, taking another bite, he went over to the window and
looked 
out The lawn was empty, and the garden.
He turned, making his way back to the larder, taking down meat and
apples and
cheese. Then, sitting down at the great wooden table, he gorged
himself, his
mind empty of anything but the hunger he felt
Finally he sat back, replete.
He reached across and picked up a cloth, wiping his mouth.
It was strange how vivid his waking dream had been. So vivid that, for
a moment,
he had been back there on the island, the waves battering the
shoreline, the
wind streaming through the trees.
Strange indeed.
Kim made to stand, then stopped, his mouth falling open.
"Old Tuan ..." 
It flooded back. 
He sat again, shaking his head. So that was what had happened.
For a while he simply sat there, letting his breathing normalise, his
mind grow
accustomed to the strangeness of his new situation.
They put us here, to keep DeVorefrom seeing us.
The thought of it awed him. To have such power. It was unthinkable.
Or almost so. 
For a moment longer he sat there, his mind flicking over the
possibilities, then
he stood and hurried from the room. 
It was time he did some work. 

How large was nothingness? How wide? How deep?
Kim drew a circle on the screen, then drew a line through it, cutting
it in 
half. 
They were mttdn the line. Beyond that he knew nothing. Or almost
nothing.
He closed his eyes, concentrating. If this place existed, then it was
governed
by a set of physical laws. But how could such laws exist in a place
that had no 
measurements? 

Or was that so? Could it not be that their instruments were unreliable here? 
The trouble was, he imagined this place to be not infinite, but like atiny bagof velvet cloth, tied with delicate draw-strings at its neck. Aminutely-smalluniverse, designed for the pocket of a giant Or a race of giants. Thekings ofinfinite space.Kim swivelled on his chair, facing the blackboard again.Within the larger circle of the first equations - the six he hadfigured out -he had set a second circle, on which were written out the threeequations Eberthad given him. They fitted perfectly, enhancing and enlarging thetotality. Hecould see how - mathematically - it all connected up, but how did theywork? How 
-physically - did the one relate tothe other? And, on a more practical level, how did one enact the equations? Howuse them and test them? One could not accelerate them, as one could atoms, nor collect them ina tank,as one did photons.Energy. That was the key. Any physical event required energy. And sohere,surely?Kim stood, looking about him at his laboratory, seeking some clue as tohow to proceed, his eyes finally resting on the looking-glass at the far endof the room. Doubleness. That was it Mirrors. Tuan Ti Fo had said as much. Though they seemed not to be moving, theywere. In reality they were still heading for Eridani, their speed and directionunchanged.And if that were so, then whatever he did here in the lab, even if itseemed to have no effect here, would have a genuine effect - if hidden - in hisown universe. Kim looked at the equations once again, staring and staring at themuntil his eyes blurred and the things took on the look ofa mantra. Jelka was right It did look like the Ywe Lung.A ring. A ring of power ...He laughed. Of course. It was that simple.He didn't need a lot of energy. No more, in fad, than he'd need topower asimple circuit, for once the thing got going it would feed upon itself
-an energy spiral, switching between the two universes, feeding upon thetransition 
between them to power itself.
Feeding, yes, and growing.
Growing uncontrollably, unless ...
Kim reached out to touch the three equations at the centre.
The problem was not creating the doorway, but limiting its size, for
this 
process, once begun, had no natural controls. And that was where the
second set 
of equations came in. They were there to set the limits of the thing -
to create 
a web of power in which to ensnare the doorway.
A snare not to catch a rabbit but a rabbit-hole. 
It was Alice all over again!
Grinning, Kim began to set up his equipment, seeing precisely what he
needed for 
the task. 
Two hours and it was done. 
He watched it through special protective lenses, the arch of light - a
half-circle like the hoop of a tiny rainbow -shimmering as it grew
above the 
apparatus, getting bigger and bigger with each oscillation, tiny flames
flickering within that glowing ring, until - snap! - nothing.
Kim laughed. It worked! The snare worked!
He felt a shiver go right through him at the thought of what he'd done.
What 
he'd seen was only half of what had been there. But the other half -
half of 
that ever-growing spiral - had protruded elsewhere, in another universe
entirely.
A hole. He'd made a hole. A gateway between universes. And if he made
it large
enough, he could step through, into another reality.
"Did you see that, Master Tuan?" he asked, speaking to the air. "Did
you see
that?" 

Ebert groaned and rolled over. Someone was shaking him awake.
"Hans! Hans! Wake up! Fve something to show you?"
"Kim?" He put his hand to the tiny panel on his chest, activating his
eyes. As
they rose up into the air, to take up their positions above his head,
so he saw 
Kim standing there, a broad smile splitting his face.
"Are you all right?" he asked, sitting up.
'^Never better," Kim answered. "But come. I want to show you what Fve
made." 
He stared at Kim. "Then it works." 
"Like a dream." 
Ebert was quiet a moment, then. "Have you thought about it, Kim ... I
mean,
about what this means? About how it will 
change things?"
Kim's smile faded. "The truth is, since I knew it was possible, I've
thought of
little else. If I can do it, then everyone can do it And if everyone 

can do it..." "Do we all become gods?" Kim stared back at him. "What do youmean?" "Only that we're men, not gods. And these powers ..." But Kim wasadamant "We can't back away from this, Hans. We can't refuse this knowledge. Thaf swhat the Seven did. They tried to put an end to change, and look what happened!We can't go back. We have to go forward, whatever the consequences." 'Is thatwhat youbelieve?" "I do. Besides, I sense we're not the first to pass along this road; tocome to this gate and seek admittance. Old Tuan, for certain has travelled itbefore us." "And DeVore?" At that Kim shrugged. "What DeVore is is dark to me as yet but MasterTuan I trust as I trust Jelka and yourself. It was Tuan, remember, who foundme when I was lost" "And I," Hans said, nodding his agreement 'Then let us go. Mycruiser is waiting up above. We can be in Kalevala within the hour.""All right" Hans answered, smiling now, his blind eyes sparklingmischievously."But first let me rinse the sleep from my eyes. If I'm to be a god, I'dlike to see clearly where I'm headed." 
In the hours between his first experiment and this, Kim had built abigger, morepermanent version of his apparatus.Six powerful horseshoe-shaped electromagnets formed one half of it,arranged ina kind of ladder, in steadily decreasing size, like the levels of aloosely-linked Tower of Babel, or the spinal column of some strangemetallic creature. Facing them,like a mirror image, were a second, identical set In the gap between,their faint traces reminding Ebert of sunlit water-drops on a thread, weresix lines of laser light that zipped back and forth between two lines of silverstuds on twin generators.All in all, it had the look of a musical stave.Looking closer, Ebert saw that there were, in fart, twelve threads, foreach thread was a double thread of lightEbert gestured towards them. "Why are they twinned?""They oscillate," Kim said, waggling his ringer as if to demonstrate."When if s functioning properly, each of the six pulses switches from one threadto the other two hundred times a second. In effect the whole thing resonateslike a plucked harp.""And the electromagnets?"Kim smiled, then, donning his protective glasses, reached out to touchthe switch. "Watch ..." As the lights dimmed, the electromagnets began to hum.At first nothing, then, like a tiny whirlwind, a spiralling cone oflight beganto grow in the space between and just above the tips of the two magnet-towers,burning with a searing brilliance, a fine needle of light vanishinginto the blackness above. Then, with a suddenness that was shocking, the air above the needlesplit, acircle of crystal clear air opening in the darkness. And about thatcrystalcircle was a tiny ring of fire.Moment by moment that circle grew, its edge oscillating to the samefast flickering rhythm as all else.For a moment Ebert stared through the gap, seeing, on the far side,another place, so like to the room in which they stood, that it could easilyhave been its mirror image.And then - snap! - it ended.Ebert shuddered. His nerve ends trembled. In that final moment before the lighthad died, he had seen himself there in the room, staring back at him,and beside him, Kim, or someone who looked a lot like Kim."Mirrors ..." Kim nodded, then pressed the pad to raise the lights again."If s us, or as near to us as makes any difference. But that" s how ithas to be, if you think of it, Hans. There must be endless universes, one nextto another, pressed close like the flimsy skins of an onion. And thenearest will be very similar, while those further away will begin to differ." "Holdon,"Ebert said, "you mean that was another reality?" "Yes," Kim said. "Or,to be accurate, another no-space, but one so similar to ours that the me thafs there is experimenting just as I'm experimenting - holding this self-sameconversation with you even as I'm holding it" "Then what s the use of that? If if sthe same ..." Kim laughed. "Don't you see? If we can cross through into thatother universe, we can cross through into others. Indeed, we can't help butdo so. The bigger the gate, the more layers of the skin peel back. We could set up a whole series of gates, like a tunnel, and travel into a universe where thedifference is significant. Or ..."But Ebert raised a hand, as if to calm a fretful horse. "Wo-ah. Onething at atime. You say we can travel through these holes?But they're tiny.""Then we build a huge great big version of it and suspend it in the air
-a massive wheel of fire - and fly through it."Ebert laughed. "Now I know you're mad. Fly through it? You mean, in thecraft you've made?""Why not?""Because it has no hull, no engine. When you came out the other side,you'demerge into a freezing vacuum."Kim smiled. "You're thinking that the apparatus has to be outside ofthe field,framing it, but it doesn't It can generate a field about itself. Thaf sthe beauty of it At the same time you can generate heat and oxygen insidethe field." "Yes, but even if we can get through, how does that help us? We'llstill be out here, between the stars.""Yes, but in one of those universes, Fve solved the problem. I've modea shipthat can fold space. Or a machine that can do it, anyway. In one ofthose universes we can get back. Not a year from now, nor even in a month,but immediately.""Now?" "Well, not right now. But soon. Just as soon as I've re-jigged thecraft." "Re-jigged it?"Kim beamed. "You saw Dcuro's sketch. Thaf s it. I realise it now. That's the little beauty thaf 11 take us back to Chung Kuo!" 
Kim was standing at the pool's edge, looking out across the shimmeringsurface of the water, thinking about what he'd said to Ebert and the sheerdifficulty ofdoing what he'd claimed he could do, when he became aware that therewas someone else in the dome with him. He looked across, then smiled. "I wondered how long it would be beforeyoucame." Tuan Ti Fo stepped over and stood beside him, looking out across the pool. "Wehave lived this moment before, Kim. This and many other moments. Butthe time is coming when all things change, when nothing will be predictable.""How do you mean?"Old Tuan's smile was filled with a thousand years of patience. "You,and many ofyour other selves, are about to change the rules by which man lives.All creatures, if they are intelligent enough, come to this point Beyond ittheymust make new rules for themselves, or abandon their quest forknowledge.""You heard, then, what I said to Hans.""I heard and understand. You must go on. It is in your nature, Kim. Butnot all of your species are like you.""My species?" Kim laughed. "You talk as if you yourself were not a man,Master Tuan." Tuan turned his head, looking steadily at Kim. "You wish to see my realform,Kim?" "I..." Kim shivered. "I'm not sure." "Oh, it would not shock you, Kim." He laughed gently. "Indeed, it wasmore of a shock to me, remembering what I was. I have been a man so long, yousee. Much longer than I ever expected.""Then that tale of your birth ..." "Was ametaphor.A way of making you understand. DeVore is my twin, but not as youhumans conceive the word." "A doppleganger, then?""My dark self? Yes, but more than that Much much more. He was notmerely my twinbut my mate, the kindred of my soul. So it was, long ago. There was atime when whatever pained him would pain me and vice versa. But we have beenapart so longnow that I but feel only the faintest echo of what he feels. And he ...well, Ithink he has come to feel nothing. Nothing but the dark wind blowing athis back." "What do you mean?""We are not creatures like you, Kim. We were not born and bred in thesunlight,but in the vast spaces between the stars. Such powers as we have wereforgedthere - coded into us, if you like. You do not sense it, for you havenot developed the means of sensing it, but there is a dark wind blowingbehind reality, behind it and underneath it. Oh, and within it and around it,too. A nothingness. DeVore - forgive me if I call him that and not his truename -senses that. He feels it still, at times. But he has forgotten what it 
is." 
"And what is it, this dark wind?"
"It is the nullity that destroys all. The eroding force."
"Entropy, you mean?"
"No. It is a force that, if allowed into this universe of yours, would
destroy
it in an instant, just as, in those first nanoseconds of your universe,
all was 
created." 
Like a tight switch in a vast room, Kim thought Switch it on and you
have 
Creation and all its vast complexities. Switch it off and Nothing. Not
even 
darkness. For how can the dark exist without the tight!
"A dreadful pun, Kim, but true."
Kim laughed. "You see all and hear all ... even my thoughts. Why, then,
do you
need me?" 
"Because it was decided thus, long ago."
"Decided? By whom?"
"By ourselves. We met and ... debated it"
"There are more like you?"
"Oh, many more." "And DeVore?"
"You think he is unique? You think this is the only universe this is
happening
in?" 
"If s ... difficult Getting one's mind around the concept of endless
realities,
endless struggles."
"It is a great war. And the outcome will determine the very shape of
existence." 
"A war?" 
"Yes. A war of directions, not unlike the war you yourselves have been
fighting
these many years. But our war has been going on for long millennia.
When you
were yet apes, we had long pursued this struggle."
"But now the time has come, eh? The time to decide it all?"
Old Tuan nodded. 
Kim hesitated a long while, then. "I find that strange My mind ...
well, rebels
against it Why now? And why me? I'm too small, too ... insignificant"
"You remember the vision you were given, Kim, down in the Clay? The web
of 
light?"
Kim nodded. 
"Do you think just anyone is given that?"
Kim stared at him, astonished. "You gave that to me?"
"Not 1.1, remember, was asleep. Yet it was given. And, when I woke, I
saw the 
reason for it Yes, and I saw clearly what you would do with that
vision. Up to a
point"
"When the rules change."
Tuan Ti Fo smiled, then gave a single nod.
"So?" he asked, after a moment. "Would you like to meet the real me, or
are you 

still not sure?" 
Kim grinned. "You know the answer, Master Tuan."
"Of course. Yet politeness is its own virtue, neh?"
"Then show me, please, Master Tuan," Kim said, and bowed, his hands
pressed
together, palm to palm, in the ancient gesture of respect.
"Then get suited up, Kim Ward. I cannot show you here." 

Jelka met Kim in the corridor outside the airlock. 
"Kim? What's going on?"
Kim hesitated, then. "Get suited up. We have an appointment with an old
friend." 
Recognising the teasing tone, she laughed. "Friend? What
friend?" "He calls himself Old Tuan, but he has other names, I'm
sure." 
"You're meeting Master Tuan again?"
"I've met him, and talked. And now I am to meet him again. As he truly
is." 
Slowly Jelka's eyes widened. "You mean ...?"
Kim nodded. "Get ready, my love. Old Tuan is waiting to reveal
himself." 

There was a disturbance in the air above the dome. It was as if the 
darkness 
blew a kiss. And then Old Tuan appeared. Or rather, something strange
and yet
familiar. 
Kim stared at it a while, then gave a single laugh.
"You sensed it," Tuan's voice boomed down at them. "Part
of you always knew."
Jelka took Kim's arm. He could feel a faint trembling in her.
"You must not be afraid," Kim said, staring up at the giant figure in
the sky
above them. "It is only Tuan Ti Fo."
She was silent a moment, then. "I see why you had to mask your true
form, Master
Tuan. It is ... fearsome." 
The giant spider, its lower abdomen larger than Kalevala itself, its
metallic-looking, jointed legs like massive cranes,
quivered.
"It is very strange," Tuan said, "You humans consider your form -
bipedal,
humanoid - the norm, yet this shape I now wear existed long before your
own, and
when all other forms die out, ours will remain. It is the most common
in all the 
universes." 
Kim smiled. "I have no doubt, Master Tuan. Indeed, I'm sure
you find us ugly."
Tuan Ti Fo laughed at that, a booming, rasping laughter. "I've grown
accustomed 
to it, let us say. But you, Kim, you've
always had an affinity for us. That too, it seems, was coded. Perhaps 

if s even 
why you were chosen."
"You see that far, Master Tuan?"
"I see so far ..." 
"... and no further." Kim laughed. "So what now, old friend?"
"Ahead lies a time of waiting, and frustration and failure."
'Tailure, Master Tuan?"
"Oh, yes. Did you really think you were there yet, Kim?" The great
spider's
voice boomed in Kim's helmet "You have but begun to toy with the
potential of
what you have uncovered. The real task - the using of what you have
found - will 
not be so easy."
"But the equations .. ."
"Are but a beginning. A framework for what follows. But do not give up,
Kim. 
Though I cannot see that far ahead, I sense you will triumph in the
end. If 
anyone can succeed, it will be you."
Kim frowned. "You say you cannot see, Master Tuan. I don't understand.
I thought
you could see everything up to the change."
"So I can. But ahead of us things grow unclear. The single path of
vision splits
and splits again, until it is like staring down a hall of distorting
mirrors. In 
some one thing happens, in another something different."
"So it is not written then that this will come about?" 
"Not at all. Only that you would come to the gate. And knock. But
whether you
will enter ..." 
Old Tuan shrugged. At least, it seemed a shrug.
"And now?" 
"Now I must go. Kim ... Jelka ..."
"Master Tuan ...?" 
But he was gone. The darkness above Kalevala was empty.
Kim turned, looking to Jelka, then drew her close, holding her tightly
to him. 
Only minutes ago he had been elated - full of an optimism that seemed
unbounded 

-but now ... 
Now he was afraid. Failure. Old Tuan had seen him fail. 
But I made a gateway.A small one. Easily controlled. A tiny hole that
was gone
within seconds. A toy.
Making the real thing would be much harder.
"You say you saw it, my love," he said, moving his face back and
staring up at
Jelka. 
"I saw a wheel of fire burning in the sky above Kalevala, and you and
Sampsa
laughing."
"Then why did Master Tuan not see it?"
"Maybe he did."
"Yes. And maybe he saw other things. Things too horrible to mention.
What if 

your dream is not the only dream?"Jelka smiled, then placed her palm softly against his cheek. "Then weshall find that out, neh, my love? But I shall be here with you, whichever waychance falls." PART FOUR - SPRING 2243 and three dark flames " 'We see,' said he, like men who are dim of sight, Things that aredistant from us; just so far, We still have gleams of the Att-Guider's light.But when these things draw near, or when they are, Our intellect isvoid, andyour world's state Unknown, save some one bring us news from there.Hence thou wilt see that al, we can await Is the stark death ofknowledge in us,then When time's last hour shall shut the future's gate."
-Dante, The Divine Comedy, Hell, Canto X 
CHAPTER-17 flowers Daniel stepped up onto the ledge of rock, then gazed down the length ofthe valley, his eyes pausing at the stark, dividing line between the greenand the black. That blackness was an ugly scar that stretched for twokilometres east,like a fighter's belt about the waist of the world. The rich greennessof the valley tumbled down towards it with the full weight of Spring, only tofalter. Devore had poisoned the land. Burned it, then sprayed it And nownothing grew.Plants stretched their roots out into that blackness, only to see themshrivel up and die, while pollen, drifting in the sunlit air, hissed as ittouched that barren strip, flickering briefly, like leaves in a fire, transformed tosmoke and air. The strip had not existed when last they'd been out here. It was four,maybefive days old at most.Daniel turned, looking back at the other members of the patrol. Intheir heavysuits they looked like they were on an alien planet. Not that that wasso far from the truth these days.The two boys were staring past him at the blackness, their eyes wide,their lipsparted, while the girl was looking at him. Staring at him, as if toread his thoughts.As always, he thought, looking away, disconcerted by her constantattention. 
What did she want, always staring so?It was awkward in the protective suits, and hot, but necessary. DespiteDevore's efforts, the floraforms were rife in this part of the mountains. Itmade no sense to take chances."Okay," he said, speaking for the first time in alongwhile. "Let1 s go down there. See whafs to be seen."They followed without a word, keeping a tight formation as they madetheir waydown through the trees, their eyes searching the nearby trees androcks,lingering on the long beds of brightly-coloured flowers that laybetween the tall young trunks.It all looked so innocent, so paradisaical, yet one never knew. Thingschangedso fast out here. Even the insects were not always what they seemed.There was not a single thing the floraforms did not know how to mimic.They came to a stream. It ran swiftly between the rocks, a crystalclear torrent rushing down from the mountain slopes high above, its flow swollen bythe springmelt Daniel stared at it a while, then jumped across. An easy leap,even for a child. Yet even as he landed, his instincts twitched. Something waswrong here.He turned full circle, looking, trying to place what it was. Nothing.Only thepeacefulness of the morning, the cool, clean rush of the water down thegully.He watched the girl jump the stream, and then the first of the boys."What is it?" The other boy, Anders, had held back. He had turned, looking back intothe shadows between the trees. "I don't know," he answered quietly, his attention focused on thatpatch ofdarkness just in front of him. "I thought something moved."Was that if? Had he sensed that peripheral movement?"Wait there," Daniel said, meaning to jump back and investigate, yeteven as he took the first step, the whole of the far side seemed to shimmer andclose up,as if a wall had formed, running tight against the edge of the gully -a greatwall of leaf and flower that stretched up into the treetops.Daniel blinked and took a backward step.There was a stifled cry and then a sudden thrashing sound. The wall ofverdancytrembled then was still. It was silent again. Peaceful. The sunlight beat down upon the rushingstream. Like a dream, the wall shimmered and wasgone. Beyond where it had been was only tree and shadow. There was nosign of the boy.Daniel shivered. He did not know which was worse, this living green orthe annihilating blackness of DeVore. Both gave no quarter.What made it worse was that one could not fight these things - not inanymeaningful way. They were not like DeVore's mechanoids. One could notsimplyblast them into oblivion and move on. Blow a floraform apart and itwould simplyreconstitute itself in a different form. It was mutability gone mad.And even when one burned and poisoned them, still they thrived, as DeVore wasfindingout. One could cut great swathes through the Wilds and still it made nodifference, for after a while they would ingest and change the poisonsused against them. And then the black would blossom with new life."Come on," he said, his sudden decisiveness bringing them all out ofthe daze they had fallen into. "Lef s do what we have to do."He knew they were scared now. They had not lost any of their fellows inquitethat way before. It was as if the floraforms were learning day by day.Experimenting with their powers.Them? Or If? That was the trouble You never knew whether there were a whole number of different floraforms, or just one single creature. But one thing was nolongerin doubt The floraforms were intelligent.Coming out into the floor of the valley, Daniel paused a while, lettingthem rest in the shade. In an hour the sun would be directly above them and,unless they travelled beneath the tree cover, their suits would begin to feellike ovens. "Daniel?" He turned, looking towards where the girl sat on a small rock watchinghim. . "Yes?" "Is it always going to be like this?"Daniel shrugged. The truth was, he could not answer her. If he had, itwould have been to express his doubt, or rather, hisfirm conviction thattheir dayswere numbered. No matter what they did, the floraforms were spreading,day byday, week by week. Already the whole of the southlands were theirs.Nothinghuman remained down there. Africa, it was said, was one writhing massof green.Full cirde, he thought, remembering what he'd read and imagining aworld before humanity, before even the insects came. A green world. A world ofsilence and sunlight andgrowth.And us? What happens to us? To humankind?He wanted to ask the question, to have someone answer him and reassurehim, buthe was afraid they would merely mirror his darkest thoughts."Okay," he said. "Let's take our samples and get back."Yet even as he turned to make his way towards the edge, towards thatplace wherethe green tide broke upon the black, he saw, through the trees, the boyhe'd lost Daniel stood, rooted to the spot, waiting as the boy turned and madehis wayback, the sample case held out before him."Here," the boy's voice said, a ghostly echo of itself, "is this whatyouwanted?" The boy was green. Where his eyes had been were tiny buds. Where histongue oncewas now flicked a tiny stamen. His hands, where they poked from theglovelesssleeves of the suit, were like rolled leaves.Slowly Daniel shook his head. If it wanted to take him now it could doit Easily. In a moment Yet still it stood there, holding out the samplecase, itsbud-like eyes sensing him. "What do you see?" he asked. The boy smiled,the inside of its mouth like glistening sap."Only the green."Daniel nodded. "And us?" For a moment longer it stood there. Then, as if a great sigh hadshuddered through the valley, it shimmered, scattering like a pile of windblownleaves. Daniel stared at the case where it lay on the ground two paces fromwhere he stood. Unlike the boy, the case was real. He stooped, examining it Thesampletubes were full.He frowned, then, slipping the leather strap over hisshoulder,turned to face the others. They were frightened. He could see at aglance justhow frightened they were."Come," he said, no longer masking the tiredness he felt from hisvoice. "Let's get back." 
The cruiser came down slowly, blowing cut grass and petals across thewell-keptlawn. The back door to the thatched cottage was open, yet the shutterswere pulled across at every window, and as DeVore stepped down from thecraft, the engines whining down into silence behind him, he had the feeling thatthe house was empty.Where was he? Out fishing on the river? In the fields?DeVore walked through the house, going from room to room, his blackleather boots creaking on the polished boards. The wardrobes were empty ofclothes. Ben's journals were missing from the workroom. He had gone. There wasno doubting it He had gone."Damn him!" DeVore stood in the ancient dining room, looking about him at thepanelled oakwalls, then nodded to himself. He would destroy this. He would destroyit all,in fact If Ben would not stand with him, then nothing was worth saving.He strode out onto the sunlit lawn and gestured to his pilot At oncethe enginescame to life again.For a moment DeVore stood there, watching the rose bushes danceviolently in thewind from the engines' exhaust, then, with a sneer, he made adismissive gestureat it all Games, thaf s all it ever was. Just games.As the cruiser lifted, he took over the controls. At five hundredmetres, hesteadied the craft and turned it to face the cottage. With a smile hereleased two rockets, watching them streak down into the hillsideThe craft rocked gently in the wind of the detonation. His smilebroadened. There was gas on board, and a quantity of the special poisons. Turningto his pilot, he ordered him to mask up, then, donning his own mask, he beganthe sweep, thedeadly mist trailing the cruiser as it progressed up thewestern bank of the Dart, then back again. And where the mist fell, the greenshrivelled upand died. As he came out over the town, he banked the craft, firing off two morerockets into the old hotel, then flew through the plume of smoke, laughing now,beginning to enjoy himself.Games. The kind of games that gods allow themselves.He sat back, letting his pilot take over, feeling the form within hisform relax. Right now he only guessed at what that shape within him was.Sensed it as the pupa senses the unfolding form within. But soon hewould know. Soon he would wake and know. Meanwhile he played these games with lesser forms."Turn back," he said, as the pilot began to climb. "I want to see itall. But take us up. High enough so I can see it at a glance."From two kilometres above, the Domain stretched out like a tiny mapbeneath him,dark plumes of smoke roiling across its surface. And beneath thatmisted darkness was the blackness of the now-poisoned land, the blue surfaceof the Dart dividing it. Two burned lips about that mirror smooth blueness.DeVore laughed. "Serves the fucker right!"Then, wondering briefly where Shepherd could have gone, he gestured tohis man to take them back. It was time to face things. Time to make bigdecisions. 
Emily stood on the high balcony, looking out across the snow-coveredslopestowards the south. Daniel was late. He should have been back two hours past, butstill there was no sign of him.Her gloved hands tapped the frosted metal rail absently, her breathpluming inthe crisp air, then she turned and ducked back inside, impatient now.She would send a patrol out to search for him, for if darkness fell and he wasstill outside... She stopped and leaned against the sloping wall of the narrow corridor,her heart beating rapidly, her chest rising and falling.Hell be okay. You know he will.The trouble was, she didn't know. Since Michael had died she had lostthe confidence she'd once possessed. Besides, the world was changing hourby hour,becoming less human. That was, if it had ever truly been human.There had been a time - at the height of the great world-spanningempire ofChung Kuo - when it might have been possible to claim that mankind hadtriumphedover the elements. Back then, inside their mile-high cities, men hadbeen the masters of their environment Not a breeze had entered their domain unless theywilled it, not an animal or insect. They had lived in splendidisolation,independent from the world that had bred them - like laboratoryspecimens, cutoff from any harmful influence. Yet harm there'd been - a purely humanharm, acorruption - and, like an infection, that corruption had spread amongthe levels of their great global city. Year by year the great experiment hadfaltered,until it could be sustained no longer. In a frenzy of blood-letting Chung Kuohad ripped itself apart. There had been long years of death anddestruction, ofwidows grieving and orphans weeping. It had been an awful, hideoustime. What, then, if the flowers inherited the earth?"If it were only so simple ..."Emily walked on. The trouble was, these were no simple flowers. Indeed,if their latest tests were right, they weren't even flowers at all. They were ashuman -and inhuman - as man himself. Emily smiled, then stepped into her office. Seating herself behind thedesk, sheleaned forward and touched the communicator pad."Gunnar? Are you there?"There was a moment's pause, then the young man's voice filled the room."Yes,Ma'am?" "Daniel's late. I want a search party sent out Lin Pei knows thedetails." "Yes, Ma'am."The communicator clicked off. She sat back, taking a long breath, thenreached out and took the map book from the side.It was an old thing, frombefore the time of cities, and had all of the old alpine villages marked on it.Opening it,she flicked through to the map of Luzern and its surrounds and spreadit out on the desk, studying the marks she'd writtenon it. There was little now that the floraforms did not control. In a year,maybe less,they would control it all. Unless ...She raised her head. Unless what? Unless a mirade occurred? Publicly she did not allow herself to be despondent about the future,but privately, as now, she had to admit, struggle seemed futile.All her life she had fought Even when she had been with Mender Lin -even then she had countered the apparent futility of events and done something,takingthose orphaned boys and giving them a life. But this time it seemedthere was nothing she could do. The green tide swept all before it, transformingall it touched, feeding upon what opposed it"Mother?" She started at the unexpected voice, then touched thecomsef s pad again."Yes, Lin Pei?"'If s Daniel, mother. He's back.""But..." Her relief was mixed with puzzlement He couldn't have got backyet; shewould have seen him, surely? Unless he came from the north.Emily frowned. "Where are you, Pei?" 
"In the corridor outside Isolation." 
She nodded to herself. "Okay. I'll come down." A pause, then, "Is
everything all
right, Pei?"
Silence, then. "I'm not sure. Anders didn't come back."
"Wait there. I'm coming." 

Lin Pei greeted her outside Isolation, then stood back as she looked
through the
toughened glass window. Daniel was inside, along with young Jurgen and
the girl,
Siri. They were naked, their arms raised away from their sides. One of
the 
morphs - Amenon, it looked like from the back - was spraying
them. Not that it did a lot of good, but they felt they had to take
some kind of 
precaution against the floraforms.
Ritual, she thought. It's all mere ritual now. They could take us when
they
liked, if the truth be told.
At once the answering thought - the thought that always came to her
mind when 
she got to this point - filled her head.
Then why don't they? Why don't they simply end it, quickly and
painlessly? Why
tease us and torment us in this fashion? 
She didn't know. Moreover, it worried her that she didn't know.
Activating the microphone, she spoke.
"Daniel?" 
"Yes, mother?"
Emily smiled. Mother. Yes, she was mother to them all. But for how much
longer?
"What happened out there?"
Daniel gave a little shrug. His face seemed momentarily pained. "I
spoke to It"
"It?" 
"The floraform. I'm fairly certain now. If s one being. It took Anders.
Transformed him." 
"Ahh..." 
"And then it used him. To speak to me. And to give me the samples we
wanted." 
"It what?" 
Daniel nodded. "Thafs what I thought But I think I understand it now.
It knows 
what we're doing. It knows we're analysing the poisons DeVore is using
against
it I think if s its way of letting us know that nothing we do will
affect it 
Whatever we do, it will adapt itself and counter it"
"And yet it let you go."
"Yes." Daniel's eyes slid away, then met hers again. "That I don't
understand. 
Not yet"
"No. Nor I." She shook her head, then, "Amenon, forget that Daniel, get
dried 

off and back in here. We need to talk." 
The scene on the screen was familiar to Daniel. It showed the greatparadesquare in Heidelberg, the marching columns of uniformed boys swellinginto the distance as the camera panned across, then focused on the three figureson the balcony.Daniel gasped."Yes," Emily said, from where she sat beside him in the darkness. Shecovered his hand with her own. "It shocked me when I first saw it" For a moment he simply stared, taking in the sight of himself, standingthere between DeVore and Horacek as, below, the young boys cheered and criedhis name. Daniel... Daniel... Daniel... A copy. DeVore had had him copied.Daniel swallowed. "When did this come?" "Two days back."His head turned. "Then why . ..?""I wanted to think about it I wanted to consider whether it would do more harm to show you this than to keep it fromyou.""But..." Daniel thought about that a moment then gave a tiny nod. '1see. And you decided I ought to know. Why?"She squeezed his hand. "Keep watching."There was a set of double doors behind the three men. As the camera moved pastthem, it closed in on the doors even as theyopened."There," Emily said, feeling the same frisson of surprise -and shock -she'd had the first time she'd seen it Herself. But no longer young. Herself asshe was now. Grey-haired, herflesh lined with age. Daniel was quiet a moment, then he nodded. "Sohe's finallygoing to come for us.""Yes." She was glad. He understood. It made it that much simpler.The film ran on. "Ifs strange," he said finally. "That creature on the balcony. I can'thelpfeeling that that" s the real me. At least, the person DeVore meant meto be. The one who ought to have emerged from the camps. But something went wrong. As withhis morphs." 
"Yes," she said, smiling now. "Ifs very strange, don't you think? How
good comes
from such evil. And not once, and not always, but ... well,
occasionally. Enough
to make things unpredictable."
"Like the floraforms, you think?"
It wasn't what she had been thinking, but now that he'd mentioned it...
"I don't know. Maybe. Maybe thaf s why they let you go. Because they
sensed 
something in you. Maybe it means we can come to some kind of
arrangement with
them." 
Daniel turned, his face halved by the light from the screen, and stared
at her. 
"Do you think so?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know anything any more. Maybe
DeVore's 
right to try to poison them."
"But you don't think so."
Emily nodded. "It makes no sense, when you think of it If the only way
to fight
the floraforms is to destroy the earth, then what1 s the point? If they
can't 
survive, then we sure as hell can't."
He smiled "So we go under. Become transformed."
"Maybe."
"Without a fight?"
"We've tried fighting. It didn't work."
"Then maybe you're right Maybe we have to come to an arrangement Live
alongside
the floraforms." 
"You think they want that, Daniel?"
"Ifs possible."
"And DeVore?" 
Emily sat back slightly. "I don't know what DeVore wants. I used to
think I did,
but I'm not so sure any more."
She leaned forward, switching on the light Daniel was watching her
closely now.
"He'll fight," he said. "You know he will. He doesn't like
competition."
"No ..." Emily was thoughtful a while, then, "Do you like them?""Like
them?" 
"The floraforms. The girl, Siri. .. She was speaking to me about how
you look at
them. She thought... well, that maybe
you liked them."
Daniel laughed. "She's always watching me, that one. Like she's spying
on me. 
Sometimes ..." 
He stopped dead, then looked away.
Emily frowned. "Go on."
"Well, sometimes I even think that maybe - just maybe -she's working
for DeVore. 
If s silly, I know, seeing how she's lived here all her life, but..."
He stopped. Emily was shaking her head, a faint amusement in her eyes.
"Don't 

you see, Daniel?"
"See?" 
"She's in love with you."
She saw the surprise in his face and smiled inwardly.
"No," he said, as if that simple denial could alter things. Yet his
face was 
clouded now. He was so quick to understand things. Even this.
"You want me to speak to her? To reassign her, maybe?"
"No. No ... I'll speak to her. Tell her ..."
She saw how he came to the gap. What would he tell her?
"Think it over," she said gently. "If you need my help, just
say." He let out his breath, then shook his head. "I didn't know."
No, she thought But now you do. 

Beth was laughing; giggling uncontrollably, as if she would burst apart
with 
happiness. With her half-toddling run, she tried in vain to get away
from her 
father, but he was on her, swooping suddenly, lifting her up in his
great big
hands and holding her high, high above his head and whirling her
about 
"Stop! Stoop!" she shrieked breathlessly, but he wasn't going to stop,
and 
besides, she didn't really want him to stop. Around and around she
went, her
head spinning now, the ground turning and turning beneath her until,
with a 
swoop that made her head feel funny, she plummeted down, landing soft
as a 
pillow on the grass.
She lay there, eyes closed, feeling her head go round and round, still
giggling,
the sound of her father's breathing mixed with the ebb and flow of the
tide on 
the shingle beach below the garden.
"Beth! Beth! Do you want a drink?" Her eyes popped open. Her mother was
standing
at the half-door to the kitchen, looking out at her, a tumbler of juice
held out 
in one hand. Closer, almost upon her, her father's face, staring down
at her,
was smiling. "Go on," he said. "We'll play some more in a minute." Beth
rolled 
over, onto her back, staring up at the pure blue, cloudless sky, then
pulled
herself up. For a moment she felt as if she'd tumble back. Gravity
tugged at her
like a hand. The ground whirled. And then, slowly, very slowly, it grew
still. 
She jumped up and ran, arms out, towards the house.
The drink was fresh and sweet, the glass misted. Ice cubes chinked
about its 
edge. She drank deeply, then wiped a hand across her mouth and looked
up. 

Her mother was looking out, past her, toward the garden's end. Bethturned,following her gaze. Her father stood there at the fence, his armsleaningloosely over the wooden bar as he watched the tide slowly turn.They had gone swimming earlier, when the tide had been coming in, herhand in his as they leapt high to greet each incoming wave, the cold watersplinteringabout them, taking her breath, even as she squealed with excitement Sheshivered now at the thought, then looked down, poking her index finger into thecool,clear depth of the drink, twirling the ice cubes round and round andround. Tomorrow was her third birthday. And her father had promised her aspecialsurprise.She grinned at the thought, then looked up again. Her mother waslooking down ather now; looking down with those deep brown eyes and smiling."Tomorrow," her mother said, as if she could see each thought in herhead like one could see the crabs scuttlingabout at the bottom of a rock pool. "We'll have a cake and \everything." Beth's grin widened. Tomorrow ,.. 
The latest map confirmed it The stuff was spreading like a plague,despite thestepping up of his containment strategy."Fuck it!" DeVore crumpled up the map and cast it aside, then stood, glowering athis advisors who waited like so many puppets -the strings that held theirheads upright severed - about thehalf-lit War Room. It was over. He knew it for a certainty. There was no way of destroyingthe floraforms, not without destroying it all. Lashing out, he caught thenearest of his men with the back of his hand, the square-cut ring on his secondfingergouging a chunk of flesh from the man's cheek.The man went down, groaning, clutching his injured face. DeVore watchedhim a moment, his eyes dispassionate, then began to pace the room slowly, asudden calmness overwhelming the anger, the frustration he'd been feeling. Adear, pure feeling.He laughed. Heads lifted then quickly tucked back down.'Til kick the fucking legs away, one by one!"Yes. But first he had to win the game, else it would seem like pique -like a novice who, seeing he had lost, threw board, pieces and all into the 
air. 
No. He would play out the endgame. He would destroy the woman. Would
kill her. 
Or better yet, have her then
kill her. He grinned, as a hyena grins, then looked about him.
"Gentlemen, I need your help." 

Meg stood in the doorway, looking on as Ben knelt beside the bed,
cooing a
lullaby to their almost-sleeping daughter.
He had changed so much this last year. Changed beyond recognition. Gone
was the 
coldness, the distance.
Yes, and the thoughtless cruelty, the madness, the darkness behind each
day.
She shivered, her love for him so full at that moment that she wanted 
to go
across and kiss him. To hold him and show him what she was feeling.
It was like the day outside.
Happy. For the first time in her life she was happy, without a cloud in
the sky.
And Ben ... Ben too was happy. Transformed. Now he spent his time
worrying over
simple things, like whether the roof leaked, or whether they'd enough
to eat. He 
farmed and fished and made repairs to this old stone house.
And sketched... 
Yes, he still sketched. But that was all that remained of his old self.
The rest 
had fallen away, or rotted, like the equipment in the bam.
She watched him reach out and gently stroke his sleeping daughter's
brow, the
look of love in his face so intense that she bit her lip. Where had
that come 
from? With Tom ... well, Tom might as well have been another's child
for all the 
notice Ben had taken of him. 
She turned away, going out into the kitchen, then stopped, facing the
wall of 
sketches. Twenty, thirty sketches, and every one of Beth. Beth
laughing. Beth
thoughtful. Beth laying on the study floor, playing. Beth sleeping.
Beth, always
Beth. No other subject for him now.
Ironic... 
Meg ran her fingers through her hair, then turned. Dinner. She ought to
be 
making dinner. But suddenly, from nowhere, the darkness had descended.
And there I was thinking it had gone away for good.
She frowned, surprised by the suddenness of the change It was as if a
cloud had 
drifted between her and the sun. 
And yet nothing - nothing - had changed.
Except that she had reminded herself of what lay beyond them. Except
that she'd 

forgotten for a moment to forget
The world was ending. The world was fucking ending and here she was,
playing
Adam and Eve with her brother and their child, and ..."Meg?"
He came across, his face concerned, his fingers gently
wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"Hey ... what is it?"
But she couldn't tell him. Couldn't spoil it all with her realisations.
The 
nowness of this, that had to be enough, even if it ended tomorrow. The
nowness. 
It was what she'd wanted, after all. What she'd always wanted.
She huffed out a sigh, then smiled. "I'm okay. Really, I..." She
shrugged. "Just
seeing you with her. It broke me up."
Ben smiled. "I love you, you know."
"I know." 
"And I'm happy. You know that? Really happy. I..." He paused, then
shrugged.
There was a look of wonder - of sheer astonishment on his face. "Yes,"
she said 
softly, almost whispering the words, "Iknow." 

The room was silent A single lamp lit the board. In its pearled light
DeVore's 
face leaned towards the pattern of white and black stones, studying the
play.
For a long time he was still, then, reaching across, he slapped a stone
down in 
ch'u, the West Only then did he turn, acknowledging the presence of the
messenger in the
room. 
"What is it?" 
"Forgive me, Master, but there's a new prisoner in the cells."
DeVore raised an eyebrow. "There are always new prisoners. What makes
this one 
so special?"
"It is Lin Lao." 
DeVore felt a surge of pure elation at the name. "Lin Lao?
Are you sure?"
"Yes, Master. His retinal patterns match the record." DeVore turned
back,
looking at the board. The signs were clear. It was his moment The tide
of fate 
flowed with him. He stood, then bowed to his opponent "Forgive me,
Master Chung,
but there is an urgent matter to attend to." The old man bowed where he
sat on 
the far side of the board. 
"Please take your time," DeVore said, knowing that an eternity would
not help
him win the game. "I shall return." "Master.. ." 

"Where is she?" "In the cells ..." "And where did you say you found her?""On the lower slopes. She seemed ... lost"Emily pulled her cloak tighter about her. It was cold in the lowerlevels,especially at this hour of the night, and she had not had time to dressproperly."Okay. Let me see her."Lin Pei shrugged. "She's... sleeping. Besides, I thought you would wantto see what she was carrying.""Carrying?"Pei nodded. "On her back. The gods know how she managed to get this farwith all that weighing her down."Emily stared at her son a moment, then. "You'd best show me."Lin Pei led the way, down the narrow corridor past the cells and on, towhere the guards slept"Here?" she asked, surprised. Two guards slept in their bunks. Anotherlooked upat her from where he was cleaning his boots.In answer, Pei pointed to a stack of books that were piled in onecorner beside a heavy steel-frame-and-canvas backpackEmily went across, then bent down and picked up one of the heavy,leather-bound volumes, standing again as she opened it"But these ..." "Are handwritten, yes. They're a history. A history of our world."Emily nodded vaguely, but her attention was on what she was reading.After a moment she turned, her eyes wide with surprise. "This is like the thingWard wrote, but... bigger, fuller."Lin Pei nodded. "She claims that if s hers. That she wrote it" Emily looked down at the stack of volumes. Why, there had to be atleast thirtyof the big, leather-bound books. AsLin Pel said, the gods knew how she had managed to carry them this far."Whaf s her name?" "She calls herself Hannah." "Hannah?" Emily thought a moment, then shook her head. She knew no oneof that name. "And does she say what shewants?" "To see you. And to get these to safety.""Safety?' Emily laughed at the thought That was all they needed rightnow - a true history of a world about to be taken over by the floraforms. In ayear,maybe less, all this - this long and patient effort - would betransformed. Would become part of the greater greenness of the world.And history itself would end."You say she's sleeping?" 
Lin Pei looked down, then met his mother's eyes again. "I calledSurgeon Wu. Ihad him give her a sleeping draught. She looked exhausted."She smiled at him. "You're getting soft, Pei."There was a moment's alarm in his eyes before he saw that she wasteasing him,and then he smiled. "No softer than you, mother. Had you seen the stateshe was in, you would havedone the same." She nodded. "You're a good man, Pei. Your father wouldhave been proud of you."He bowed his head, moved by her words."Well," she said, looking back at the book in her hand. "I'll speak tothis Hannah in the morning. In the meantime I think I'll take this to bedwith me." Pei grimaced. "It is not cheerful reading, from what I'veseen." She looked up at him. "No, yet maybe we would not be in this mess hadwe come face to face with what we were. Knowledge is power, so they say.""So they say."They both laughed, the darker knowledge of their fate behind theirlaughter.They lived in shadows now, in darkening days. Their laughter was acandle against such darkness."Good night, Pel." Emily stepped across and, onehand gently holding the back of his head, kissed his brow. "Sweet dreams, mydarlingboy.""The gods protect you," he answered, pecking her cheek. "And don't readtoo long. You need your sleep.""I won't" Turning, she made her way back along the corridor, the book heldtightly in herhand, a burning curiosity filling her.Fate. Fate was playing tricks with them all in these final days, like aplayermoving the stones.And in her head she saw the woman struggling along a mountain path, theheavybackpack weighing her down, and wondered why. 
Daniel was dozing, not quite asleep, yet dreaming, when the door to hisroom opened and someone crept in. There was the rustle of something fallingto the floor, then someone - warm and quite definitely female, slipped inbeside him. Surprised, he edged back slightly, then sat, turning on the bedsidelamp."Siri?" She looked up at him, the sheet pulled up about her neck, an uncertain smile on her lips."What are you doing here?"It was, he knew, a silly, senseless question. He knew what she wasdoing there.One did not come to a young man's bed in the middle of the night - onedid not cast off one's clothes and slip in beside him - if you wanted only totalk. But her simple presence there threw him. He found himself blushing, andholding thesheet to himself, as if to conceal his own nakedness."You can't stay," he said, when she didn't answer. "You..."She reached out and touched him, her soft, warm hand resting on hiship. It madehim feel strange. The cloth had fallen away from her slightly,revealing one ofher breasts. He stared, as if he had not seen her naked before,surprised by thehardness of the nipple, knowing instinctively what it meant.He took asmall,shuddering breath, then reached down, removing her hand. "Siri... youcan't stay. Really."She blinked, surprised. There was doubt in her eyes now, anddisappointmentMeeting those eyes, Daniel frowned, surprised to find her close totears. He eased back, away from her, then turned and, bending down to retrieveit,pulled on his cloak, fastening it tight about his waistHe turned back, looking down at her. She was crying now. Tears droppedone after another from her bottom lids, running down her cheeks and into thehollow of her neck. Yet still she was silent. Daniel walked round the bed and picked up her sleeping robe, then heldit out to her. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm very flattered. You're very beautiful,but..." "If s true, then," she said bluntly.He frowned. Siri looked down, then wiped the back of her hand across her cheeks."Still, Iguess if s not your fault.""I'm sorry?"She met his eyes again. "All those boys and no girls. It must ...change you."He laughed. A short, humourless laugh. So thaf s what she thought Andyet evenif it were true, why should he be ashamed of that? It was the comfort,the feeling of being loved - of loving - that mattered, nothing else."Is that what you think? That I prefer boys?""Well, don't you?"He shrugged. "I don't know. I've never had the chance to find out. 
Before tonight, that is."She looked down again, swallowing, then, raising her head defiantly,threw the sheet aside. "Well? Do you want to find out?"He stared at her, aroused by her arousal. Wanting her, despite hisqualms. Evenso, it felt wrong. "No," he said finally, holding out her cloak to her."Not now. Not like this." He saw how much his denial hurt her, and wished - truly wished - hecould be selfish and just have her. Fuck her, theway he'd been fucked, or had fucked others. The way it was in the camp.But he didn't want that Not here. "I'm sorry," he said again. "Really I am."She stared at him, then, standing abruptly, snatched the cloak from his hand andpulled iton. For a moment he thought that she would strike him, there was suchanger inher, but then, unexpectedly, she stepped close and, pressing her mouthto his,kissed him. "There," she said, standing back "Now you know." She was tremblingfaintly. Herhands clenched and unclenched. And then she was gone. Without anotherword,another look Daniel turned, staring at the open door. He could hear herfootsteps departing down the corridor. A door slammed shut.Daniel closed the door then went across and sat Drawing aside hiscloak, hestared down at himself, surprised. At least he had learned that muchabout himself. For a moment he closed his eyes, imagining it, remembering thewarmth of her body against his. It would have been so easy.Easy, yes, but wrong. A violation.Yet still it troubled him. Was he right to spurn her? Wasn't that akind of selfishness? After all, all she wanted was a little comfort A littlelove. He shook his head, confused now. He'd made her cry. He hadn't meant to,but he had, when he could so easily have made her happy."Aiya," he said quietly, knowing that he wouldn't sleep. "Why now? Whynow of all things?"Yet he knew why. They all knew why. They were coming to the end oftime. The end of human history. And at the end people did such things, took suchrisks. So maybe he was wrong. Wrong to be so fastidious; to reject such asimple,heartfelt offer of love. Emily. Yes, Emily would know.He stood up, then crossed the room, determined to go to her at once. 
And stopped.What if she was asleep? What if she didn't think this wassuch a major thing? To wake her over a ... a nothing.Then again, why had she brought his attention to it in the first placeif it wasn't important?Okay, he thought. Ill go and see her. But if she's sleeping, III comeback. It can wait, after all.It could wait Then again, the world might end tomorrow.Pulling open the door, he hurried down the corridor, heading forEmily's privaterooms. 
"Daniel?" He stepped into the room, then pulled the door closed behind him. "I'msorry. Ifif s too late, I'll...""No," Emily said, setting the book aside, then patting the bed besideher. "Come and sit with me. You want to talk, I takeit?" Daniel nodded, then went across and sat"So?" she asked, reaching out to take his right hand in both of hers."What is it?" He seemed embarrassed, awkward for once. "If s Siri," he said finally,not meeting her eyes. "She came to my room, just now. She wanted ...""Ah..." Emily nodded. So it had come to this. "How old areyou, Daniel?""Seventeen." "Yes." She smiled and squeezed his hand. "Seventeen. Gods, it seems solong agosince I was seventeen. Some days I feel ageless, like the rock thaf sall around us." He met her eyes, curious to know where this was leading."And?" "And I know that some things are difficult, no matter how old you are.Love, forone. It never gets any easier, Daniel. Never. And no one knows all theanswers,not even me. But I do know that you're a good person, and that if yousent her away - and I assume you did, or you wouldn't be here now wearing thathangdogexpression - then it was for a good reason, even if you don'tunderstand what that reason is." "You think so?" She nodded. "We are sexual creatures, Daniel. All of us. But sometimesthat physical side of it isn't enough. Sometimes there's something much moreimportant to us." 
Daniel sighed. "Maybe. Yet I feel so confused about it I... I want her,mother. I mean, my body ..." He blushed. "But I can't. Something stops ma""That's okay," she said. "Ifs nothing to be ashamed of. Indeed, I'd sayit was something to be proud of. You want her, but you don't feel that youwant to commit to her, and you sense that if you sleep with her she'll expectthat kind of commitment right?"Daniel hesitated, then gave a single nod."And you don't want to simply use her, right?"."Right" he said quietly."Then you're right not to, Daniel. Simple as that Sin's lovely, butshe's not what you want."He frowned. "But I don't know what I want" "Oh, you do, but you haven't met her yet."He laughed. "That sounds .. . well, mystical.""Maybe, but if s true. We each of us carry the pattern of the other -the intended other - within us. Many of us never find that intended other,but she,or he, is there.""I wish I could believe that" "Oh, but you do. Otherwise you'd be back in your room right now, withSiri." He looked down again. "What you say... maybe thaf s so. Maybe there isa specialsomeone for me. But I'll tell you what I felt I felt... well, I feltthat it was somehow important who I slept with. So much else about my life has beenill, Idon't want to spoil this."Emily was watching him, a tender smile lighting her features. "Youknow, you'rea very kind person, Daniel. Siri will be hurting now. She's probably inher room right now, crying into her pillow at your rejection of her. But itwould have been much worse if you had used and then discarded her. Even now, inthese final days, we need to remember such things, and act to minimise the hurt wecause to others.""And what I feel... physically?"Emily released his hand then pushed him away playfully. "I don't thinkyou needme to tell you what to do, young Daniel."He stared at her a moment, astonished, then, seeing the teasingexpression inher eyes, looked down, blushing."I may not have lived in the camps, Daniel, nor seen what you've seen,but I've raised a dozen boys of my own. And there's not a single one of you whodoesn't seek solace in that fashion at one time or another." He swallowed, then, returning to the subject, asked, "And 
the girl?"
'Til see to Siri, Daniel. In fact, I'll go and see her now. Oh, and
don't fear. 
Nothing of what was said here will pass my
lips."
He grinned, grateful for her tact "And Daniel... here. I doubt you'll
sleep, so
take this and read it. You can return it to me in the morning." 

After he'd gone, Emily sat there for a long time thinking, her mind
filled not 
only with what Daniel had said, but also with the history she had been
reading
and her thoughts on the slow encroachment of the floraforms.
Time was ending. She had no doubt of it. For Time was nothing without
some 
conscious mind to mark its passing. And though the floraforms seemed
intelligent, she could not believe that, once man had passed from this
planet,
it would concern itself with hours and minutes and seconds. In the 
place of Time
would be an endless Now, a green unmeasured haze. As there had been
before human 
consciousness evolved, six million 
years ago.
Hannah's words had surprised her. She had not known -had not even
suspected -
that Man had been on earth so long, nor that so little of Man's history
had been 
charted. It was almost as if nothing had happened but for those last
few moments 
of Man's existence - ten thousand years out of a period six hundred
times as 
long. There had been a blink of frenetic activity - of frantic
exponential
growth - and then...
FLOWERS 
"Nothing..."
She breathed the word, trying it out on the air. It was a frightening
thought
But maybe not as frightening as the triumph of DeVore. At least he
would not 
inherit Not now. 
Beneath that vague unfocused fear, she felt a sadness that her adopted
sons and 
their children would not live to see a brighter future. But so it was.
They had
unlocked Pandora's box and this was the result. 
Emily stood and, pulling on her cloak, went out. Outside Siri's door,
she 
stopped and listened. There was no sound. No sound at all. She tried
the door. 
It was ajar. She pushed it and stepped inside, listening once more.
"Siri?" 
There was a sound from her right, from the bathroom. She walked across 

and 
gently tapped.
"Siri? Siri, are you in there?"
There was a heavy sigh, then. "What?"
"Siri, can I speak to you?"
There was a long pause, then the door opened a crack Siri's face,
puffed and
swollen, looked out from the brightness within.
"Siri?" 
Siri stood back, letting Emily enter. She waited until Emily had sat on
the edge
of the long, narrow bath, then, sighing, said, "He told you, did he?"
"Who?" 
"Daniel. He told you I went to him."
Faced by the direct statement, Emily found she could not lie. "Yes,"
she said. 
"He was worried about you. He thought... he thought he'd hurt you."
"He did. But maybe if s for the best, neh?"
That "neh?', with its edge of cynicism, surprised Emily. She looked at
Siri 
anew, recognising in that moment just how much Siri had pinned her
hopes on
winning Daniel's love.
Tm sorry," she began, but Siri put up her hands, as if to fend her off.
"I don't want your pity," she said, her face hard now. "No, nor your
advice. So 
you can save all of your rehearsed speeches for someone else. I don't
need 
them."Emily looked down, then shrugged. "I'm sorry," she said again.
"Really I
am." She paused, then, "You want some time
off?" 
Siri shook her head, then walked over to the sink and began to wash her
face,
attending to the task with an exaggerated concentration, as if to
negate Emily's
presence there in the
room. 
Emily watched her a moment, then stood. She would need to keep an eye
on Siri 
these next few days. Who knew what stunts she'd try?
"All right," she said finally. "I'll leave you then."
Siri gave a little grunt of acknowledgment, then carried on washing.
Aiya, she thought as she closed the door behind her. Then, knowing she
would not 
sleep unless she did something about it, she turned and began to walk
towards 
the nearest guard room. It wouldn't hurt to have someone check on the
girl every
few hours or so. Just in case. 

DeVore walked from the cell, a faint smile on his lips. At last!
At-fucking-last! As guards bowed low or hurried to open doors for him,
he began
to laugh, a gentle yet triumphant laugh. 

The prisoner was dead. He'd heaved a sigh and died, like a gutted fishexpiringon the slab. Dead but he won't tie down ... He felt calm; strangely, abnormally calm. Stepping into the darkenedsuite of rooms which once had housed Pei K'ung, Li Yuan's fifth wifeDeVore sniffed the air and smiled. The dirty tittle dog!He tiptoed across and looked. Yes, there they were, then-naked bodiesentwined about each other's. He stood there, studying them a moment, thenreached out and tugged at the boy's big toe.Da-neel grunted and turned his head slightly, one sleepy eyehalf-focusing on DeVore "Oh, if s you ..."FLOWERS "Yes, it's me," DeVore said. "And Fve a task for you, if you'vefinished fuckingmy woman."The boy sat up slowly, disentangling himself from the woman's limbs."What1 s happening?" he asked, yawning as he reached down and picked up hisshirt. Tve been playing a game""A game?""Yes, with a poker and a map.""Ahhh ..." The fake's eyes widened with understanding. "Who was he?""Lin Lao." "Lin Lao?" Daniel pulled on his shirt, then whistled. "Then you knowwhere she is." "Precisely. But we've not got long.""I see that" The young man turned, looking down at Emtu. "Then you'llneed her,too." DeVore smiled. "Yes." He sat beside the woman, then ran his left handslowly upher flank until it cupped her breast Slowly the nipple hardened. Sheturned,murmuring vaguely in her sleep. DeVore leaned forward and nuzzled histongueagainst the hardened bud. An eye flicked open. The woman smiled.'Tve a job for you, my sweet A very important job. Indeed, you mightsay that ifs the job you were made for." 
It is night. A field of lucent blooms, pale, long-necked lilies,stretch beneath the circle of the moon, their radiance tike the glow oftiving death.Tall-stemmed blooms that tremble in the chtH wind from the west. A sigh ripples from bloom to bloom, from stantened mouth to mouth; anutterance of darkness, iMean. There is a moment's perfect stillness and then theywalk,black earth tumbling like pepper grains from their roots as they slowly ctimb the steepening dope, the faint rustle of their leaves filling thesilence of the valley.From space nothing, yet the truth is, in a thousand valleys the bloomsare on the move, their faint corpse-light shimmering across the dark yetmoontit lands,slowly extending their domain, even as humankind sleeps.A sigh and then they rest once more, leaves folded, awaiting the dayand the sunlight from which they take their strength.Fields of lilies, beautiful pale white lilies shining beneath the moon,fillingthe high ground of the alpine valleys, while beneath them 'lie thegreat plainsof central Europe.They rest. Tomorrow they unH begin the descent. Tomorrow. 
CHAPTER-18 the song of no-spaceChuang walked slowly around the edge of the circular pond, raised onher toes like a dancer, her arms out for balance, her back straight, her headback. Below her feet the fish circled slowly, a mix of dark and orange carp, theirwell-fed shapes appearing and disappearing among the bright green lily pads.Returning to her point of departure, Chuang looked across.Kim was sitting on the top step of the first tier, a notepad in hislap,writing. Behind him the great transparent dome of Fermi curved sharplyupwardsfive hundred metres then levelled out Through it she could see wherethe blackness of no-space met Ganymede's dull, orange-red surface in asharply drawnarc. Kin was dressed formally, the dark austerity of his cloak a sharpcontrast to his normal, casual attire. It was almost three months since she hadlast seen him and he had changed a great deal in that time; his face was thinner,his hair grown steely-white. Chuang walked across and stood there, looking downat him. "What are you writing, Uncle?"Kim glanced up, as if noticing her for the first time, then looked backat his pad. "If s nothing, just..."She went round and stood just to the side of him, looking down over hisshoulder. Equations, the Machine said, its voice sounding clear in her head. He'sdeveloping new notations for the folded-space equations.To her eyes themarks Kim was making seemed little more than complex doodles - for theylacked the clean line and simplicity of normal mathematical symbols - yet theMachine quickly showed her how their shapes reflected their use; how eachcorrespondedto a certain mathematical formula. They were symbols. Symbols in a newmathematics. She smiled. "If s like music." "Yes ... Yes, it is."He pointed to one of the marks, which resembled a flatfish beingspeared by anelectrical charge. "Besides its mathematical value, each symbolcontains an element of what you might call resonance and harmony. Factors thatnormal maths don't have. If s a kind of language. I'm using it to try to express thephysicsof No-Space and Folding, but its base, as you say, is musical.""Like a song?"Kim grinned. "Precisely.""And does it help? I mean, does it make your task anyeasier?" He shrugged, his large, dark eyes thoughtful, his forehead deeplyfurrowed. "I don't know, to be honest with you, Chuang. I hope it will. As I getmore fluent 
-as I find subtler ways of expressing the equations - I'm hoping thatsomethingwill jump out at me ... will, if you like, open to me. But who knows?If s been a long time now."She saw the tiny flicker of doubt in his eyes and looked away,pretending thatshe hadn't Kim had been stalled on this problem for more than fifteenmonths now. It was the longest he'd ever taken to solve any problem, and itwas beginning to look as if this once he had over-reached himself.He could breach the membrane between realities, certainly -time andagain he hadcreated brief-lived, tiny windows between the universes - yet he couldnot make them big enough, nor permanent enough, to be of any use. Every attemptof his to create a larger, more stable window - one that was of practical use;that one could use to travel through -had failed. And with each new failure,Kim's confidence had visibly diminished."He's late," Chuang said, changing the subject "I told you he'd belate." Kim lifted the flap of skin over his wrist and glanced at the timer,then shrugged again. "If he's late, he's late. I can't be blamed for thatBesides,they can't start without him, can they?" 
"No, I..."
There were hurried footsteps just below them, then a shout
"Father?" 
"Up here, Sampsa," Kim said, standing up and pocketing his notebook. He
put a
hand out for Chuang to take. "Come."
Sampsa met them at the foot of the steps. He looked flustered.
"You've remembered everything?" he asked impatiently.
"Everything," Kim said, patting his cloak pocket "Now come. Ai Lin is
waiting." 

As they stepped out into the arena of Fermi's smaller dome, where the
ceremony
was to take place, Ai Lin looked across from where she stood on the
raised 
podium beside her sister, Lu Yi, and Tom, and gestured to them to
hurry.
Kim looked to Sampsa, seeing how nervous he was, then leaned close,
whispering
in his ear. 
"She looks beautiful, Sampsa. Don't keep her waiting any longer."
Tom was smiling. He had clearly known all along where Sampsa was, but,
mute as 
he was, he had not been able to communicate it to the twins.
As Sampsa stepped up onto the podium, Ebert detached himself from the
little 
group he was standing with and walked across, taking his place before
the two 
couples. A moment later Kim and Jelka joined him there, standing either
side of 
him as the ceremony commenced.
"People of City Fermi," Ebert began, the twin probes above his head
circling
much slower than usual, "We bear witness today to the solemn joining of
these 
two couples. We shall hear their vows and give our communal blessing,
as is our 
custom. 
But before we begin, let me say a word or two about the young, men and
women 
standing here before us today."
There were smiles from the crowd of two to three hundred who had 
gathered in the
arena. There had been few weddings these past two years, so this was an
especially joyous occasion. Things had not been going well for the
colony - a
spate of recent suicides not the least of their problems - and so most
found 
this occasion not merely welcome but almost an affirmation of faith in
the 
future. 
It was also the first time in more than six months that Kim had made a 
public
appearance, and many in the deeper levels of the domed cities turned on
their 

screens to watch for that alone; to look at Ward and judge whetherthere was anysubstance to the rumours of his illness. For now, however, the cameras switched between the blind-eyed face ofEbert and the two couples who stood transfixed before him.Ebert looked directly at Sampsa and smiled benevolently."Our friend Sampsa we all know and love. No one, I believe, has workedharder for the colony these past two years. Nor has anyone, I feel, done moreto raise our spirits under trying circumstances. It would be no exaggeration tosay thathe has carried an immense burden, yet carried it with good cheer andwithout complaint"Kim looked up, surprised by the words, then glanced across to where thegiant,Karr, stood with his wife and daughters, beside Kao Chen and hisfamily. Karrwas looking down, slowly nodding to himself."What most of you will not know, however, is just how hard he works.Indeed, soconcerned is he with the personal problems of our citizenry, he almostdid not make it here this morning."Sampsa gave Ai Lin an apologetic smile."But now that he is, let me move on quickly and say a word or two abouthis assistant on the Council, Tom Shepherd.""You'd best," Lu Yi said, grinning, "for he certainly won't!"There was laughter. Tom grinned."So it is," Ebert said, smiling, "yet as the old saying goes, actionsspeak muchlouder than words, and by his actions Tomhas shown himself to be a good friend to all of Ganymede's citizens.His work with children, especially his classes on signing, has been of benefitto all and future generations will surely profit by having a language that can beused in vacuum conditions." Tom nodded to Ebert, making the hand sign for "thank you", which Ebertreturned with a gesture of gracious emphasis - "thank you.""But before we think that the men alone are worthy of praise, let memention the long hours of work that Ai Lin and her sister Lu Yi have put insupporting theirpartners. Moreover their visits to the sick and injured have beengreatlyappreciated by many. In a small society such as ours such actions arethe cement that binds us together and we should not forget their importance."Ebert paused, momentarily speaking beyond the small circle surroundinghim. "These past few years have been difficult It is not easy to live without a sense of movement, of destination. It is hard to maintain faith in acondition of No-Space. Yet we shall come out of this, and today's ceremony is notmerely amatter of personal joy for these two couples who stand before me, but amore general celebration of faith - that we shall come through. That weshall arrive at Eridani. And the children of these unions - for I hope there will bechildren 
-will come to stand upon a new world, beneath a new sun. And so therace of man will continue." Ebert was silent a moment, then, looking to Kim, he held out his hand,palmopen. Kim stared a moment, then, understanding suddenly what he meantby thegesture, fished in his pocket for the rings, spilling all four out intoEberf s palm.They were simple gold rings, like the rings he and Jelka wore A symbolso old it seemed almost to predate history.The drde forged. The halves made whole.He watched Ebert turn and smile at the two couples, and felt a greatflood of warmth wash through him. Reaching out, he took Jelka's hand behindEberf s back,squeezing it, conscious of the look of love and pride in her face.If only Mfleja were here to see this, he thought, his eyes suddenlymoist But Sampsa seemed unaware of any shadows. He glanced sideways at hisbeloved Ai Lin,his face lit with delight, then looked back at Ebert as the words ofthe ceremony began. 
Afterwards, Karr came across to him and taking him aside, said quietly,
"Can I see you, Kim? We need to talk."
"Of course," he began. "H you want to come over tomorrow evening."
"No," Karr said, his face stern. "I meant right now. There's a room
nearby."
"Gregorl Whaf s going on?"
'If s important, that1 s all I can say."
"Important?"
But Karr would say no more. Taking Kim's arm, he led him away. And Kim,
looking
about him, saw how several of those gathered there glanced at him then
quickly
looked away.
"Well?" he asked when they were inside the room, the door locked behind
them. 
"Is there a reason for this cloak-and-dagger stuff?"
"A very good reason," Karr said, indicating that Kim should take a seat 

"We 
think there's a plot to overthrow the Council. A plot that involves
killing all
of us then turning round and going back to Chung Kuo."
Kim gave a laugh of disbelief. "But that"s impossible!"
"You know that and I know that, but there are some here who think we've
been 
lying to them."
"Lying?" This got more incredible by the moment. "Are you serious,
Gregor?"
"Never more so. Your life... all our lives... are in danger. We must
act soon,
Kim, or go under."
"Now wait a moment You say there's a plot, so I suppose there is one.
But are 
you sure about this? Are you sure they mean to kill us and supplant
us?" 
"Not certain, no. But if what we've heard is right..."
"If what you've heard? Then why have I heard nothing?" Karr gave a
bleak laugh.
"When did you last speak to me, Kim?"
Kim thought "Two weeks ago? No ..." "That's right Five weeks. And
Sampsa, when
did you last see Sampsa before today?"
Kim looked down. "Have I been that engrossed in things?"
"Obsessed is more the word." 
"Then why didn't someone say something?"
"Because we thought what you were doing was important But right now
this is more 
important, hence the hastily-arranged ceremonies. You see, we are all
being
watched. And had we gone to you at Kalevala, they would have known. As
it is,
they'll probably suspect So maybe we've not long at all in which to
act. Maybe
they'll choose to strike tonight."
"A coup?"
Again Karr nodded.
"So what do we do?" 
"We round them up."
"And then?" 
"We place them on board one of the ships and cut them loose."
Kim gave a low whistle. "Are things that bad?"
"Worse. There's not a single citizen who doesn't feel somehow
imprisoned. We're
suffocating, Kim. Not literally, but psychologically. And maybe that1 s
worse. 
Maybe that7s far worse in the circumstances."
"Then I must find the answer." 
Karr sighed. "You think there is an answer?"
"Don't you?"
"I don't know any more. When you got so close, I thought ... Well, I
thought it
would be days, not years. I thought..."
Kim nodded. "I understand." He was quiet a moment then. "Okay. Let's do
what 
must be done. But no violence unless we must And give them all they 

need on the ship. I would not have them come to harm. It was not their fault thatwe came into this No-Space."Karr looked to him then bowed, as if taking orders from his general,then turned and, unlocking the door, went out, leaving Kim to ponder how far thingshad degenerated.I didn't know, he thought. Why, I didn't even guess! 
Back at Kalevala, Kim went to his study and sat down in the big leatherchair behind his desk, brooding. He was still brooding when Jelka came intothe room. "I heard," she said.He looked up, his dismay etched in his face. "If s fallingapart, isn't it?"She went to contradict him, to somehow lift him, but she could see fromhis eyesthat he didn't want that; this once he wanted the truth, whether ithurt or not. "Maybe," she said, fearing to say an unequivocal yes. "But Gregor"s nofool. If anyone can hold things together, he can.""Yes, but at what price?" Kim sighed, forlorn now. "I knew there'd betimes when spirits would flag, but this ... I neverimagined this." She laughed, making him look up at her."What?" he asked. "What you said," she answered, a faint smile on her lips now. "What didyouimagine, Kim? That we'd meet a giant spider and be whisked off into No-Space?Did you imagine that?""No, but...""Then hold fast, my love. The answer's close. Remember my vision.You'll get theanswer. I promise you you will. And whenyou do ..."Kim stared at her a moment, then shook his head. "I'm not sure Ibelieve that any more. Remember what Master Tuan said. From this point on nothing iscertain,not even the visions. I mean, if it was to have come true, it wouldhave by now,surely?"Jelka made to answer but he spoke on."And then there's these latest notations. Try as I might, I can't getthem to work. Ifs as if there are still pieces missing. But that can't be so.""You're sure of that?" "No. To be frank, I'm not sure of anything any longer. The more I stareat it,the vaguer it seems to get. Ifs like ..." He raised a hand then let it fall,unable to complete the image."You need a rest, Kim. You're tired. Mentally tired."He laughed. "Nonsense. When was I ever tired, mentally."Jelka stared at him a while, then shook her head. "You know, I'vewatched youthese past few months and kept from commenting, but I can't keep silentanylonger. You're ageing, Kim. Growing old before my eyes. Ifs like if seatingaway at you from the inside. Those lines at your brow and about youreyes - werethey there before?"Almost comically, Kim put his fingers to his forehead, his eyes,tracing thedeep furrows there, then frowned deeply. But it wasn't comic. Not forJelka. Kim was destroying himself, day by day grinding himself against the rock ofthis No-Space problem, and day by day she had to watch him."Won't you take a break? Please, Kim?"For a long long while he stared back at her, then with a shrug, helooked away."Okay," he said. "I will." 
Kim sat there a long time after Jelka had gone, then stood and, goingthrough tothe bedroom, quickly changed out of his formal clothes into the winered one-piece he more normally wore.Old Tuan, he thought I have to speak to Old Tuan.He left the house by the back door and, crossing the lawn, stepped outunder the thick branches of the surrounding wood. There was a silence here, adarkness that one found nowhere else, that was profoundly different from theabsolute nullity beyond the dome. It was a deep, primeval darkness, like a richloam,from which, he knew, his own kind had come, a billion years before.And to which he would eventually return. Unless space took him first."Tuan? ... Tuan Ti Fo?" He stepped out into the clearing, remembering as he did all those othertimes he had stood here beneath the windswept branches, the moon shining downlike a polished mirror, the stars like the dust from a cut diamond, the wavesbreakingon the rocks below the tower ... Kim shivered, feeling a sudden homesickness. A longing, so pure, sooverwhelmingthat it sent a tingle through every nerveend. "Was I wrong, Master Tuan? Was I wrong to come outhere?" Out into the pitiless dark. 
He waited, calling now and then, but Old Tuan did not come. Sighing,
Kim turned,
meaning to leave the clearing and return to the house. Yet as he did,
he saw,
peripherally, a movement between the trees just to his right.
He whirled about 
"Who's there? Who's ...?" 

Kim caught his breath, astonished.Kim? his mirror-self mouthed from where he stood, a shadow amongshadows, on thefar side of the clearing.He took a step toward the form, but even as he did the other raised ahand, asif to warn him to come no closer. The air about him seemed not so much clear as translucent. It shimmered, as if an unseen fire were burning under it,heatingthe air and making it waver.He found his voice. "Kim?" The other nodded, then made a gesture with his hand.Kim frowned and shrugged, and the other repeated the gesture,describing theshape he'd made with an exaggeratedcare. This time Kim understood. It was one of the new notations he had come up with.Fascinated, he watched, as his other self described a dozen or more ofthe symbols in the air, writing each with a clarity that could not bemistaken. Kim laughed. "Of course," he breathed. "Of courser Seeing that heunderstood, theother raised a hand in a gesture of parting. The air about himshimmered and grew solid once again.He was gone.Kim walked across, looking about him at the place where his other selfhad appeared. There was no sign, no mark of any presence having been here,and yethe knew that what he'd seen was more than just a vision.Yes, but was it real?In answer, he saw the symbols once again, then formed them with his ownhands. The other had been like him, very like him, but not exactly him. Whichmeant... Kim laughed. This was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for.Turninghe ran towards the house, his bare feet making no sound, his eyeslooking inwardas his mind already began to fit the new pieces into the equation,seeing howthe original equations were doubled - twinned with these new equations.Of course, he thought Of course! 
"Kim? Kim, are you there?"Jelka walked over to the bed and peered into the shadows. No. He wasn'tthere. The bed was empty, the sheets untouched.She turned, looking back at the doorway. He couldn't be... not afterhe'd promised her.Angry now, she walked quickly through the ancient house until she cameto the stair that led down into his workroom. The door was open, the light onthe stairs was on. She went down, slowing on the final few steps, realising that the bigroom beyond the doorway was in darkness. And in that darkness somethingshone with a ghostly presence.Jelka stepped inside. Kim was standing with his back to her, operatingthe hologrammic viewer. Just in front of him and slightly to his left, wasthe source of the light, a large hovering sphere of silver light in whichdanced a whole series of golden symbols.Even as she watched, Kim added element after element, each locking intoits correct place, until the thing was finished, the structure of it asolid,complex shape of gold within the gleaming silver.Now that it was complete she could see the pattern of it. In its newtwinned form it was aesthetically much more pleasing than before, but she knewit was more than that. In its new form, it had the sleek, functional look of acomplexmolecule. "Thaf s it," he said, sensing her there behind him. "That1 sitT "Yes, but how do you use it?"Kim turned to face her, the moist surface of his eyes lit with the goldand silver light, his face more alive than she'd seen itin months. "Call Sampsa," he said. "Tell him to come at once. Oh, and call Gregor,too. Tell him to call off the dogs. And tell him I've something to show him.Something to show everyone!" 
Sampsa turned, then reached across in the darkness to cut the summons.Sittingup, he took a moment to come to, then, pulling up the sheet to cover AiLin, hespoke."Vision only."The screen at the far end of the bedroom immediately lit, showing hismother's face. Fearing that something bad had happened, Sampsa slipped from the bedand pulledon his robe, then went across and stood before the screen."Full sound. Vision both ways."At once his mother's eyes registered his presence. "Sampsa? I'm sorryto disturb you, especially right now, but...""Is father all right?"Her laughter answered him. "Never better. In fact, he wantsto show you something." His eyes widened. "He's done it?" 'It lookslike it" He whooped, then, hearing Ai Lin stir behind him, said morequietly. 'Til be right over."Sampsa cut contact, then went through to the bathroom to shower. As hedressed,he could not keep from smiling. So Kim had done it He'd finally done itOne could not overestimate the importance of the moment."Sampsa?" A sleepy-looking Ai Lin looked round the door at him. "Issomethingthe matter?" "Nothing. If s dad. He's finally cracked it!"Her face lit "He's done it?" Sampsa nodded, then. "You want to come along and see?""You just stop me." And, pushing past him, she began to shower.There was a tickle in his head. Tom was waking.Tom? he said, feeling Tom's mind come into focus.He felt as much as heard Tom's laughter, as Tom read what was in hismind;experienced Tom's exultation. Ill be there, he said. Then, as anafterthought,Don't let him start without me. I won't, Sampsa said, turning to look at Ai Lin, the image of her nakedback superimposed upon a vision of Lu Yi asleep on her back beside Tom, hernakedness the very image of Ai Lin's. And bring Lu Yi. She won't want to missthis. 
Kim was out there on the surface when they arrived, suited up, hisequipmentalready in place. As Karr's cruiser set down, Kim waved up at it,before he turned and busied himself once more. Karr cut the engines then turned to Kao Chen who sat beside him at thecontrols. "Are you nervous, Chen?""I guess I am," Chen said, his smile uncertain. "But then it isn'tevery daythat you quell a rebellion then get to see someone punch holes in thewalls of reality."Karr laughed. They had been up all night rounding up suspected membersof the coup, and had barely finished when Jelka's call had come. Leaving theprisonersin Aluko Echewa's charge, they had hurried here.Chen sighed and looked down, drawing one hand over his smooth andmottled pate."What is it?" Karr asked. Chen shrugged. "I don't know. I don't feel easy about this. Call me asimplepeasant, Gregor, but I don't feel it is for the likes of us to betinkering withreality. What if Kim succeeds?What if he does find a way to travelbetween realities? What then? Does it all unravel?" "Unravel?" He looked up and met Karr's eyes, his own deeply troubled. "If we cantravel there, then they can travel here.""So?" "So if s like being suddenly in a room with no walls. Open to attackfrom anyside. And how can one defend against that? How can one make sure one'schildren and grandchildren canever be safe?" Karr nodded. He hadn't thought of that. "Yet we must dothis. To defeat DeVore." "So Master Tuan says. But even he admits that he cannot see what willtranspire.And if even Master Tuan is uncertain, then we should exercise greatcare." "And what do you suggest, old friend?""That we use this knowledge sparingly, and then - once we have achievedwhat must be achieved - we lose it, for good.""Lose it?" Chen nodded. "Or hide it, where it can never be found. For someone likeDeVore to have this knowledge ..." "Then we must make sure we kill DeVore.""In everyworld?" Karr looked away, his gaze resting on the dome of Kalevala and theeastern airlock, from which two suited figures were emerging. "You think he'severywhere, then?" "I think if s likely.""Then there will be other Chens and other Karrs, willing to do battlewith him. In every place he exists, we shall be there, too." Chen frowned. "Iwish I could believe that But I feel... exposed." "Yes," Karr saw that. He nodded slowly. "Yet we must doour best, neh?"The two suited figures had made their way across and now stood besideKim, whowas leaning forward over a temporary control board, making last minuteadjustments.Karr looked to his friend. "Shall we suit up and join them, Chen? Or doyou wantto watch from here?""We'll go down," Chen answered, suddenly more like the old Kao Chen - the one who got on with things and did not question why. "Ifit's our fate, so be it. We cannot change it now." 
They stood in a little group beside the airlock, a dozen or more inall, as Kimbegan the experiment. Jelka had stayed in the house, explaining toeveryone thatas she had seen the vision from the window so she had to be there, tohelp it tocome true. Sampsa stood beside his father at the board, helping as he'd helpedthese pasttwenty years, acting as his father's hands as the apparatus began toglow.The apparatus was like a great hoop, long gleaming twists of silveredmetal reaching up almost twenty metres, like massive coils of DNA, one finalspiraltwist growing thinner and thinner until it seemed to vanish like a wispof smoke. So it had been all along, but Kim understood the structure now ­knew whyhe'd had the instinct to make it so. It had needed only the finest offine adjustments to incorporate the new equations.The glow intensified. Initially, they were tapping power from the linethat ran from Kalevala to the grid in Fermi, yet once the thing was working itwould generate its own power.If the theory was correct."Slowly," Kim said, noting the strange ripples of light that werebeginning toform about the arms of the hoop. "We want to push the door open, notblast a hole in it" Sampsa laughed. "If I went any more carefully we'd be here untilDoomsday!""We cannot be too careful," Kim answered him, remembering the worst ofhis failures. There was still a great crater on the far side of Kalevalafrom that one. The ripples intensified. The metal arms were glowing bright red now, amist of atoms forming about them where they were reacting against the vacuumthat surrounded them. "Look," Kim said quietly. "Look at that! A double pulse."It was true.The apparatus was taking the single pulse that Sampsa was feeding it anddoublingit, pushing it out again like a heartbeat, the first pulse more intense than the second. With infinitesimal care, Sampsa increased the feed. For amoment nothing, and then there was a great whoosh, as if a match had caught astack of bone-dry kindling. A massive flare of light rushed up each arm of thehoop andmet with a great crackle.The air overhead seemed to darken and then explode with light - a greatcircle of light that, in a blink, became a hoop, five hundred metres abovewhere theystood - a great wheel of fire that roiled and boiled as it circled.For a moment or two pure shock paralysed Kim. He stared up at the fieryhoop,one hand shielding his eyes against the glare, his mouth open, eyeswide. And then he laughed, his laughter joined after a moment by Sampsa's."If s stable!" he shouted, a feeling of intense excitement washingthrough him."Look at it, Sampsa! Look at how it balances the energy within itself!"He turned, looking back at the house, knowing that Jelka was watchinghim, thenpointed at the wheel, feeling almost drunk with the power of what he'ddone. "There!" Sampsa shouted back at him, his voice ringing in Kim's helmet"What mother saw was true!" "Yes," Kim said, turning once more to stare, awed by the reality of it 
Banton sat at the back of the cell, on the unmade bunk, his head down,his hands resting on his knees. Kim, looking at the shadowy image on the screenabove the door, wondered what had brought the man to contemplate such a desperatemeasure. Banton had been a fine man once, a responsible citizen and a goodfather to his three sons, but the past two years had clearly worked a change in him."Open up," Kim said. 'Td like to speak to him alone." "Do you thinkthaf s wise?" Kao Chen asked from where he stood between Dcuro Ishida and Karr. "We must begin somewhere," Kim said. "And where better than with theringleaders? We must build bridges now. Yes, and give these men hope,if that is still possible.""Do you want this?" Dcuro asked, offering Kim the comset he'd recordedthe experiment on.Kim hesitated, then took it A moment later the locks clunked open andthe cell door hissed back. Kim stepped inside.Banton looked up wearily, then made a face of disgust "Have you come to 
gloat?"
"You don't deny it, then?"
"What's the point? Even if I did, you'd not believe me."
"So you're innocent, eh?" Kim shook his head. "I think Karr's right I
think you
meant to kill us all. It would have been pointless, you know. You
couldn't have 
gone back, not without me."
"No?" The word registered a profound mistrust
"I know you don't believe that but if s true. Or was true. Now we can
all go
back" 
Banton laughed bleakly. "You think a lot of yourself, Kim Ward."
"You used to think a lot of me." 
"Well, maybe I was wrong. Maybe we were all conned by you."
"Is that what you think?"
Banton looked away, his expression sour.
Kim shrugged, then sat beside him, offering him the comset "Do you want
to see 
what I've been doing?"
Banton met his eyes, then looked down at the comset "What is it?"
"The thing I promised you. The door between the universes."
Banton laughed. "How do I know if s real? For all I know if s some
elaborate 
computer simulation."
"You don't But if you want, you can come with me and try it We're
testing it a
few days from now."
"Testing it? You mean, like stepping through it?"
"Flying, more like. But yes. Into a different world. Like this world,
but 
different" 
"With stars in it, you mean."
Kim nodded, then. 'Is that what bothers you most? The lack
of stars?" 
"Thaf s part of it. But if s in here ..." Banton touched his forehead.
"Thaf s 
where it's darkest If s like ..." 
"Like what?" Kim coaxed, his voice quiet now.
"Like I don't exist. Like none of us exist... or that we only think we
exist 
This life ... it's like a dream. No motion, no stars, no sun or moon.
Even the 
City was better than this."
Kim let out a long breath. "Yes. I can see that... But things will
change now. I
promise you."
"You promise?" Banton stared at him a moment, then shook his head, his
former 
bitterness returning. "And you think this
is the answer?" 
Kim shrugged. "I don't know. But I plan to find out. Now
will you come with me, or will you languish here in this cell?"
Banton laughed. "If s not much of a choice, is it?"
Kim stood, leaving the comset on the bed where Banton
might look at it. "No. But it's better than the choice you'd have
given us." He walked over to the door and rapped on it with his 

knuckles. "Think it over. I'll give you until tomorrow todecide." "And if I say no?" "Then you stay here, Mr. Banton. Until the ship'sready.""The ship?"Kim nodded, even as the door hissed open once again. Kan-stood there,barringthe way in case Banton tried to make his escape, but Banton did noteven get upfrom his bunk. "Thaf s right," Kim said, as he stepped outside then turned, lookingback inside. "Either you're with us or you're not And if you're not, you canleave. We'll give you your own ship and supplies to last you a lifetime. Andthen if s up to you."Kim saw the shock on Banton's face, but even as the man made torespond, thedoor slammed shut again. In the cruiser heading back to Fermi, Karrturned in his seat to speak to Kim."You're too soft," he said. "He'd have killed you in your bed. Cut yourthroats,you and Jelka both.""Maybe," Kim said thoughtfully. "Yet he's still a man. Besides, thefaulf s not his." "Not his?" Karr snorted his disbelief. "No," Kim said, insistent now. "This is an unnatural life. The godsknow it is. So be soft, Gregor. We are not dealing with DeVore here, but withfrightenedpeople. Banton spoke of a darkness in his head. I know that darkness. Ilived in it for many years."Karr made to speak again, then stopped. "Okay," he said finally. "Butwe do not release them. Not yet And not without guarantees.""Guarantees?" Kim laughed, then, relenting, reached out to hold Karr'sshoulder briefly, his small, childlike hand dwarfed by the gianfs heavily-muscled stature. "We are beyond guarantees, Gregor. It's a looking-glass worldout there and we had best get used to it""You think we can?" It was Dcuro who had spoken. Kim turned, looking across at him."You talk of Banton being frightened," Dcuro went on. "Well 7 amfrightened bythis. I am used to making holes and taking risks, but this scares me.""I agree," Chen said, from where he sat in the co-pilof s chair. "Weare talkingof something we know nothing about. You talk of knowing the equations,Kim, butdo you also know the rules? Or is it all guesswork?" 
"We'll learn," Kim said."And if we don't?" "We'll learn. I'll learn for you. Thafs my purpose."That certainty - a certainty that had been absent this last year -calmed them. Karr, in the pilof s seat, nodded, then smiled. Beside him, Chengrinned."Okay, but Gregor's right Let us keep the ringleaders under lock andkey untilthings are much clearer. Until we've some rules.""Absolutely," Dcuro said, with a nod of his head. "We need rules, Kim.Especially now. You can't make holes in things without also makingrules." Kim looked about him, then shrugged. "Okay ... okay, I hear what you'resaying.But lef s not lose sight of what we're doing here. Remember what Tuansaid. This is a war. A war to determine our ultimate direction. And we must take risks. It is not death we should fear but resignation. That has been our enemy.It is that which has undermined us this last year. But now we are free of it. Nowwe can move forward once again." "Maybe," Ikuro said, articulating the doubtthey allstill felt. "But I would still be happier if there were rules." 
Later, back in his study, Kim found himself thinking about theuncertainties the others had expressed. If he was to be honest with himself, there waseveryreason to be frightened; after all, no one had ever punched holes inrealitybefore, not unless one counted the folding-ship DeVore had brought fromCharon,and he wasn't totally sure whether that had breached the barrier or,like them,had merely shunted itself into no-space.Even so, what he personally felt was not fear but genuine elation. Theyhad keptthe gateway open for almost twenty minutes before they'd killed thepower.Stable as it seemed, however, they had not as yet sent anythingthrough. Theyhad not tested it And what good was a door unless one used it, unlessone stepped beyond thethreshold? Karr had wanted to, of course, but Kim had not let him. If anyone wasgoing totest the gateway, it would be himself. But first he needed to get theF-ship, ashe now called it, right.So that was his next task. To redesign the ship.Kim sat forward, stretching out his hand to take a sheet of paper. Yet even as he did a piece of hardened paper materialised on the desk before him.He blinked. The writing on itwas in his own. "Kim," it read, "It seems I am ahead of you, but now wecan work together."A variant on the equation followed. Kim stared at it, then realisedwith a start that it was a space-time coordinate.He laughed. That was where he was! - where his other self was! Hehesitated,then, taking a stylus, wrote, "Should I come to you?'Kim pushed the paper away slightly, repositioning it, then watched itvanish before his eyes. He waited, expecting it to reappear, then heard anoise behind him. He turned, then caught his breath. The other was there, not shadowythis time,but real - as solid as himself. "Come," the other said, holding out his hand. "You only have to take myhand." 
CHAPTER-19 DEAD GROUND The sunlight, slanting in over the flanks of the mountains, drew starkdividinglines between what could be seen and what was mere blackness. Crisp,curved lines delineated where the land seemed to fall into an abyss, a greatpool ofblackness that was like the liquid pupil of some giant eye. Looking outacross it from where she stood, high on the mountain's upper slope, Emily felta small thrill of recognition. Taking a deep breath of the cold, pure air, shepulledher furs close, then walked on, her booted feet trudging crisplythrough thevirginsnow. Just below her, the snow gave way to bare rock. Climbing down, shefound herself thinking over what had happened in the night The business betweenDaniel and the girl was tricky. Siri would have to be watched. Nor would it make senseto keepher in Daniel's squad any longer, disruptive as that wouldbe. But so it was. And rightiy so, she thought, glad that her problems were human,emotional ones. Glad that, after all that had happened, something simple and basic,like a younggirl falling in love, could yet be a problem, for in the world DeVore proposedthere would be no such complications, no shadows on the spirit In hisworld there would be no shadows at all. Only darkness.The ground levelled out briefly, a long ledge cf rock curling about theelbow of the mountain. Emily rested a moment, getting her breath after theclimb, thenlooked up suddenly, her eyes narrowed, listening.Voices! Unclipping her gun, she quickly checked the charge, then edged alongthe rock face. There were two voices. One was deep and male; the other higher - achild's voice possibly, or a woman's. As she rounded the elbow of rock, they seemedto drift up to her, much clearer suddenly, their varying tones distinct againstthe morning's silence.Just ahead of her the ledge broadened. A rough wall of fallen rock layalong itsedge, forming a kind of natural balcony. Beyond it was a drop of four,maybefive hundred metres. Going across, Emily crouched down, then peeredbetween the rocks, looking through the sight of her rifle, trying to make out whowas down there. She saw them almost at once, two or three hundred metres down, on thefar side of the valley. The sunlight picked out their figures against thebleached rock of the valley wall - two tiny human figures that seemed dwarfed notmerely bythe great mass of rock above them, but by the depthless pool of stygiandarkness which began just below where they sat.Daniel. She recognised at once that it was Daniel. But who was withhim? It was not Siri, as she'd briefly thought, but it was a woman.For a moment she was perplexed. Then, with a tiny "oh" ofunderstanding, sherecognised her. It was the newcomer, Hannah.Strange. She had finished reading the file only an hour back. Hannah'sreal name was Shang Han A, and she was daughter of Minister Shang Mu, devotedservant of the shadow Ministry, the "Thousand Eyes" and of its Head, the notoriousI Lung,or "First Dragon". She had persuaded her father to go to the then Tang,Li Yuan,with word of the traitorous activities of the "Thousand Eyes." ButShang Mu wasassassinated - before her eyes - and Han A herself had only justsurvived. That had been thirty-one years ago. Since then she had dedicated her life to the task of writing Chung Kuo's true history, even as the great Empire of theHan disintegrated about her.And now here she was, among them.Emily frowned. Daniel was talkingagain, hisvoice a low, confessional murmur, and though she could not make outwhat he was saying, she could see that the woman was making notes; stopping now andthen to nod, or ask a question.For a moment she wondered if she should let them know she was there. Being thereso secretively she felt something of a spy, a sneak. It seemed onlyfair somehow that she should hail them. But she was intrigued. She wanted to knowwhat theywere saying. There was something about them - something about the sheerintensity of the way they sat there facing each other - that puzzledher. Emily turned. Just behind her and to the right, the ledge narrowed,then tilted into the rock face, a narrow passage cutting down through themountainside into a network of caverns. The mouth of one of those caves could be seen some fiftymetres or so above where the two of them sat talking.She hesitated a moment longer, then went across, ducking inside, intothe darkness, making her way down, blindly following a path she'd takenhundreds of times before. And then out, into a cave, the mouth of which was a wall of brilliant,blindinglight She tiptoed across, then stood, one hand pressed against the dampsurface of the wall, keeping her balance as she listened."... not at all," Daniel was saying. "To be honest, we never eventhought aboutit The camp was all we knew. Few of the boys remembered any kind oflife before the camp, so we accepted everything they told us. I mean, we had noreason to think they were lying. In our experience liars got found out, and whowould dream of lying on such aphenomenal scale?""So when did you suspect that something was wrong?" There was a longpause,then. "I guess it was that first time in Eden. You know, theexperimental place.We were halfway across and resting and I suddenly looked about me. Imean,really looked. It was as if I had my eyes open for the very first time.I guessthaf s when I saw it. Saw that it wasn't only Eden that was an experiment. Itgot methinking - wondering if it had always been so, or whether the lie wassomethingnew." Hannah laughed. A pleasant, sympathetic laugh. "You know, I've triedall myadult life to distinguish between what"s true and whafs a lie, and I'mstill not sure whether I've got it right True history .. . some days that termseems the biggest lie of all. Not that it really matters any more.""So it really is all over for us?"A pause, then: "Yes. I think it is.""You don't think we can coexist?" "That's not how it works. Not in my experience, anyway. It only remainsto be seen whether DeVore will triumph - and by that I mean whether hedestroys thisworld - or whether these plant things, these floraforms as you callthem, willassimilate it all. Either way, things look pretty bleak.""So why did you come here? I mean, if everything is going to end, thenone placeis as good as another, surely?""Maybe. And then maybe not. Maybe I was tired of being alone. Maybe Iwanted to end my days among good people."Emily, who had been listening, felt a shiver run through her at thewords. Amonggood people. The phrase resounded in her. Yet she herself was notresigned.Within the greater context, her little act of defiance might well seemmeaningless, and yet she would fight on, for it was all she knew. Shehad tried to be a good Taoist and follow the path of wuwei, but at the last thatpath hadfailed her. Faced with annihilation she had chosen to fight back. Andeven now,when things were at their bleakest, she did not flinch from that fightIt was in her nature to oppose fate - to defy it; perhaps even to seek to changeit The talk went on, yet she had heard enough. Turning, she stole awaysilently,the voices fading to a murmur behind her, retracing her steps until shecame to the turn in the passageway that led down to the west door.Lin Lao should be back by now, and he'd have news. She'd sit in on hisdebriefing, then see to whatever needed to be seen to. And then, ifthere was time, maybe she'd pay Hannah another visit; borrow a few more of herbooks.Emilysmiled. Hannah was far too modest If anyone saw things clearly, thenHannah did. And if Hannah thought it was over, then, in all probability it was.But not yet And not without a struggle. 
"Which way now?"Lin Lao paused, then felt his head jerk about The question had comefrom justbehind him. It was the boy, Da-neel, whohad spoken.Lao's gaze was fixed on the mountains directly ahead of him now. Hecould not speak nor move a single muscle unless they willed it. He had been deadand now he was alive. He did not understand it, but so it was. And now theyused him. His mouth opened, compelled to answer, the words coming slowly from hismouth,slurred yet comprehensible. "Wee go riih . .. Heah for gaah 'twee twotawh pea.Vah-lee is bee-yawn.""And the door?" It was the woman this time. Lao felt his nerve ends bristle. The tone of her voice was so familiar, yet beneath it was something utterly alien.Alien and cold. "Door is there," he answered, hating himself for the betrayal, butunable to prevent it "At fahr enn.""Good," the boy said, his tone warm, like a master to his dog. "Thenlead on. You know the way."He felt the restraint signal ease and began to walk again, a ghost inhis own body, only tenuously in touch with his physical self. It was chill, buthe felt the cold only in a distant, abstract way, for his mind kept returningto what had happened to him on the slab - to the way he had betrayedthem all. And the worst of it was that Emily would forgive him. That was, if sheever gotto know what he had done. If she wasn't dead first - killed by the twofakes who walked along behind him.The thought of it tormented him. It was unendurable. He wanted to cryout, toscream a warning to the surrounding hills, but it was impossible. Hewas wired like a puppetA butterfly settled briefly on his chest He was conscious of it at theedge ofhis vision; a beautiful bright gold butterfly with vivid red markings.And then it was gone.Behind him Da-neel cleared his throat, then laughed."Did you see his face when he found me fucking you? He pretended itdidn't matter, but it did."Her voice was cold. "You want to be careful, Da-neel. He doesn't likebeingcrossed. You cease being useful to him and ..."Lao did not see the gesture, but he could imagine it A knife beingdrawn across a throat, perhaps, or something like.The image of DeVore's face looming over him came to mind. At the timehe had wondered why the man had spared his face, for he'd heard tales of men'seyesbeing burned out, hot wires poked through the soft pupils, or of theirtonguesbeing sliced like liver while still in their mouths. But DeVore hadtaken greatcare not to touch his face. Not that he'd lacked inventiveness elsewhere on his anatomy.That pain was still in his body; anaesthetised but there beneath theglass-likenumbness that he felt. And when they've finished using me, do I die again? Do they switch meoff, likea machine that's been discarded? Of course they would, for thaf s how they thought They were not humanin anyproper way, for what made one human was compassion.He felt a sudden sadness that it should have to end this way.You taught me well, mother. But now they're going to kSlyou.There was a tiny tremor in his body, the last faint remnants of whathe'd been,and then it was gone. Like a machine he walked on, climbing the slopetoward the gap, the door ahead of him. 
The butterfly fluttered across the rock face, then settled. Itstretched its wings, as if basking in the sun, and then it trembled.Slowly it changed, the surface of its wings contracting to become aperfectcirde which lifted, tilting towards the south.It had noticed immediately how strangely the boy was moving, more likean automaton than a normal human being. It was that which had attractedit. And staring up into the boy's face it had seen how fixed the stare was, howpale theskin. Dead he was. A corpse. And yet he walked.It was a mystery worth mentioning to the main mass.At once it began sending, the circular membrane vibrating delicately asthe highfrequency signal went out. Something was happening. Something the mainmass ought to know about at 
once. 
It sent again, duplicating the message, making sure; then, with a tiny
shudder,
it transformed itself again, a fleck of gold and red, fluttering off
across the 
mountainside. 

"Impressive," Hannah said, handing Daniel back the paper target, "but
not 
unexpected."
"No?" 
She smiled. "Your fame precedes you, Daniel. I was told you could pick
the eyes
out of an insect at a hundred paces. It was no exaggeration, was it?"
"No." Daniel grinned. He clicked on the safety, then set the gun aside.
"It used 
to be a useful skill." 
"But now?" 
"Now history's ending. There'll be no need for guns any more."
"No..." She glanced at Daniel, conscious of how he looked at her, then
asked: 
"Did you never think of trying to kill
DeVore?" "Oh, I thought about it But the problem was getting close
enough to do it"
She nodded, then shivered. It was cold down here in the target rooms.
"Do you
mind if we leave here, Daniel?"
"No. No, I..." He stopped, awkward suddenly.
"What?" 
He shrugged. "No. Forget it..." "No. What is it? Tell me. Please." "If
s just
that I..." He looked away, his awkwardness now painfully obvious.
"Oh," she said, realising at last "And there was I thinking you were
interested 
in my work." She laughed. "I guess I ought to be flattered. I mean, I'm
years
older than you, Daniel and.,."
"It doesn't matter." 
"No?" Then, "No, I guess it doesn't."
"And I am interested. In fad, I read one of your books..."
She blinked. They had been talking all morning and this was the first
time he 
had mentioned it "I don't see... I mean, if s history. What has that to
do with 
this?" 
"You're there," he said, staring at her now. "You're everywhere, in
every line,
like a great calm presence behind it all."
"And you fell in love with that!"
Daniel nodded. There was a momenf s awkward silence between them, then
Hannah 
spoke again.
"So what now?" 
"We could go to my room ..."
Her laughter shocked him. Seeing that she relented. Reaching out, she 

gently
took his hands. "I'm sorry, Daniel, I forgot. I guess you didn't have
much time 
for subtlety in the camps."
But he was blushing now, ashamed of his directness.
"Besides," she went on, "maybe you're right Maybe if s best to be this
open.
After all, we've not much time left, have we?"
He looked up at her, hopeful. 'Then you feel the same?"
She smiled. "No ... No, I don't think I do. But I like you, Daniel. So
let that 
be enough." 

Just ahead of them the trees thinned out and the river that ran to 
their right
twisted across their path, following the towering wall of rock that lay
just
beyond. Some fifty metres on, an old stone bridge crossed the deep
gorge. A
barrier had been pulled across the far end of the bridge. Behind it
stood two 
men, rebels by their mountain attire, laser rifles slung over their
shoulders. 
Deep within the wood, Emtu and Da-neel crouched, peering through their
long-sight lenses at the rebel patrol. Nearby, the corpse of Lin Lao
stood among
the trees, his unblinking eyes staring towards the north.
'It's Lin Pel," Emtu whispered, gesturing towards the figure who was
coming down
the path to join the two men at the
barrier. 
"Perfect," Da-neel answered.
"What do you mean? If s Lin Pei."
"Exactly. So we use that Watch."
He scuttled across until he stood directly behind Lin Lao. "Okay, Lin
Lao," he
whispered, "this is what you do ..." 

Lin Pei blew into his cupped hands then straightened, looking toward
the wood,
suddenly alert.
Beside him, his two men had also turned and had taken their guns from
their 
shoulders. There was a double click and then a hum as the guns warmed
up.
Lin Pei drew his hand gun. He took a step towards the barrier then
stopped,
relief flooding him.
"Lin Lao!" 
As Lao emerged from the trees, Pei frowned, noting at once how
awkwardly his
brother moved. He gestured for the barrier to be pulled aside, then
hurried out 

onto the bridge.Lao looked bad, as if he'd suffered some deep, penetrating wound thathe was trying not to antagonise."Lin Lao?" Pei hurried across, holding Lao's arms and staring into his face. Lao'sface was strange, the muscles slack. He was pale and drawn, as if he'd lost alot of blood. But it was his eyes that caught Pei's attention. They seemed intorment "Are you hurt, Lao?"Lao groaned. It was a tiny sound, almost inaudible, yet so filled withpain thatLin Pei gripped him, certain now that he'd sustained some awful injury.Yet there was no outward sign ofany hurt"What happened, Lao? Where are your men?" Lao's mouth opened. There wasa haaah. A nothing sound.The flesh inside Lao's mouth was dark, black almost Certain now, Peiturned,looking to his men. "Quick! Helpme, now!"Yet even as he turned back, Lao's legs gave and he fell. "Lin Lao!" 
Three shots rang out As their echo faded, Emtu stood. Slipping herrifle back over her shoulder, she began to dust herself down, brushing leaf mouldfrom her knees. "That was good shooting, Da-neel."He smiled, then stood, his attention still focused on the fallenfigures fiftymetres off. "You didn't do badly yourself."They walked across.Lin Pei lay on his back, his arms splayed out, one leg buckled underhim. The bullet had gone straight through his forehead, leaving a neat entryhole, buthis brains had been spattered all over the earth path behind him. Tenmetres further on lay the second man, slumped against the side of the bridge,his skull half shot away. Beyond him lay the third of them, on his face, a trailof blood dribbling down from his shattered head, pooling on the cracked stone ofthe bridge.Emtu watched as Da-neel checked the first two bodies, then, pausingover the last of them, placed his handgun to the back of the man's head.She felt the detonation in her blood. Deep down in her groin.As Da-neel straightened up, she grinned. 
"What?" he asked, puzzled.
She walked over to him, then reached down, covering his swollen crotch
with her 
hand. "This." 
"You noticed?" 
Pushing her face against his, she kissed him, her hunger unmistakable.
Breaking
from that kiss, he shivered, surprised by her. "Here?"
"Right here."
He stared at her a moment longer, the hunger in her eyes matched by his
own,
then pushed her down, his hands tearing at her clothes. 

Lin Lao lay there, motionless, facing his dead brother, his eyes locked
on his 
brother's face, trapped by that dark and tiny hole in the pale expanse
of the 
forehead. 
The sight burned him; seared him to the depths of his soul. Wretched he
was; in
hell as living memory flooded back to him. Pei, who had nursed him
through
sickness. Pei, who had loved him and looked after him. Pei, who'd made
his heart 
swell with pride. His big brother, Pei.
A muscle in the dead man's face trembled, then lay still. Slowly a tear
trickled 
down his cheek. Quietly, the dead man cried. 

DeVore speared a radish with his fork and popped it into his mouth,
then set the 
plate aside, his eyes never once leaving the
screen. 
Emtu's face was flushed now, her lips drawn back in an animal rictus as
Da-neel 
fucked her. She was close now. Very close.
"Shit!" 
Unzipping his fly, he raised his buttocks, easing his trousers down
over his 
hips, then gestured impatiently to one of the serving boys who stood
nearby.
"Boy! See to me at once!"
As Emtu's face began to contort, he felt the boys mouth close over the
tip of
his penis. Grasping the back of the boy's head, he pulled him closer
and began
to thrust The boy gagged and tried to pull away, but DeVore merely
gripped him
tighter, ignoring his discomfort, pushing up into him, harder and
harder, as if
to poke his way out through the back
of his head. 
Emtu's face was wracked in agony now, and as she came, so did he, his 

groingrinding into the boy's face, like a broken bottle gouging out an eye.With a gasp, he pulled back, letting the boy fall from him.The boy lay there, choking, his face tinged blue, his bruised andbloodied mouth gasping for each breath, his chest heaving.But no one saw. All eyes were carefully averted. No one dared see.Agreatshudder passed through DeVore. He stood then, tugging up his pants,began to ziphimself up once more."Yes," he said, a low chuckle escaping him. "Yes, indeed, my lovelies.You make a fine couple. Maybe I'll let you live after all, boy. Maybe I'll evenlet youkeep her. But first you get me the real Emily Ascher, you understand?First youdo that." 
Da-neel pulled up his trousers, then turned, looking back at the woodswith narrowed eyes."Get up!" he hissed. "Come on. Lef s go."Emtu sat up, frowning at him. "What is it?""Look!" Da-neel pointed. There, among the trees, where before there had beennothing butgrass and shrub, was now a host of flowers. Lilies. Gleaming, ghost-white lilies. "Gods!" She hastened up, fastening her clothes with fumbling fingers, while Da­neel gothold of Lin Lao by the shoulders and hauled him to his feet."Okay," he said, turning to look at her. "Are you ready?"She nodded, but her eyes were looking past him at the whiteness thatnow laybeneath the distant branches. "Do you think if s dangerous?"He shrugged. "I don't know. But I'm not staying to find out If ourfriend Lao is right, we're less than a kilometre from their base camp. Even with thiszombie we can make it in an hour." Lin Lao made a noise. Haaah, he said."Gas," Emtu suggested, answering Da-neel's unspoken query. "The littlefucker's decomposing."Da-neel laughed, dispelling the tension that had fallen on them."That"s all right, then. Just so long as he doesn't start falling apart before wegetthere." 
It came down from tfie heights, tike snow, covering the verdant slopes.Onlythis snow did not fall, it walked.With a faint rustiing, a sound not unlike that of the wind blowingthrough thebranches of the trees, the great host of lilies entered the ruinedvillage,spreading in a slow avalanche between the crumbling walls and along theweed-strewn paths, until there was nothing but ancient brickwork pokingfrom a great sea of white.There was a brief moment of perfect slMness and then the whitenessshimmered. Drawing memories from the stones, the floraforms began to change, totransmute themselves into roofs and doors and windows, until the ruin was nolonger a ruinbut a perfect replica of the place it had once been, two centuriesbefore. In the old graveyard dark earth heaved as its pale, lithe roots delvedwith an unsuspected strength among the caskets, unearthing bone and rotteddoth. For a moment it was a charnel scene, a scene of chaotic disinterment, andthen those bones stood tall and straight, sprouting leaves and buds. Strange treesthat resembled men. They trembled and in an instant flowered, a season passing in the blinkof an eye. Ancient codes were read and replicated.Petals fett away, leaving the bare branches of human limbs. Men andwomen who had not drawn breath for two centuries and more now stood upon thesurface of the earth, their pallid flesh tinged green, their eyes the unbrokenwhite of lilies. There was a sigh, an almost silent exhalation from that newly-resurrected host,as they turned to view the transformed landscape. The ancient villagewas embedded in a great ocean of white that had no end but filled the landfrom horizon to horizon; valley and slope, gorge and peak, lush meadow andbarren rock face. For a moment they dreamed an ancient, human dream. Atime-locked dream of summers long ago.But it was a new age, a new time. The beginning of a time without time.And as they turned and went into their houses, so they turned their backs uponthat human past. The last vestiges of human memory - of ancient, codedinstinct -slipped from them as the DMA within them was transformed, becomingsomethingother. Something greater.There was silence, an utter, perfect stillness, and then the lilies inthe graveyard shimmered, as if a flame had passed across them. Some glowedwith a vivid brightness, while others withered, a strange darkness consumingthem. For the briefest instant they formed the image of a face; a perfect,almost photographic image. Daniel's face.Again the lilies shimmered, and then, like the ripple of the windpassing acrossa cornfield, the petals fett, transforming as they fett into a mistthat lingered briefly and was gone, leaving the dead ground green. 
The feel of him laying there naked in her arms in the darkness wasunreal,dreamlike. She had had lovers before, of course, but none so young, norhalf so gentle. Besides, those other men had not stayed long - not when they'ddiscovered that her first love was for the truth of history and notthemselves. But now there was Daniel. She brought her hand up and gently brushed his cheek, laying herringers softlyagainst his forehead, smiling to herself.So surprising; to find a lover, here at the end of the world. Here,where she'd thought at best to find companionship in these final days.Daniel stirred. "Hannah?" Her fingers ceased their soothing motioa 'Tes, my love""That part in your book about historical cycles and recurrence. Whatdid youmean by that?"She laughed. Had ever any of her lovers asked her such a question? No.At best it was "Was I good?" or "Can I see you again?" Never such interest inher work,her essential self. "Just that there are recognisable patterns in history, and sometimes -justsometimes - it is as if all past history had not happened, and men weredoomed to live through the same events again.""How do you mean?"She traced the shape of his jaw with her fingers, remembering as shedid how he had kissed her in the darkness that first time. "Well, take the FirstEmperor,for instance." "Ch'in Shih Huang Ti?""Yes." She smiled, pleased by his quickness. "One might say that he was a greatman, yet he was also an ogre, an absolute tyrant, who made the lives ofthose beneath him utterly unbearable. Many millions died simply to glorifyhis ego, inthe fulfilment of his schemes and in the building of his palaces andtomb. In his reign we can identify a number of dominant features: the drive tounify theworld he knew - ancient China; the less admirable and yet no weakerdrive to burn the history books and rewrite history, again to his own self-glorification.Further, we might note how, in his reign, ego came to outweigh wisdom,such that the man finally thought himself a god and sought to make himselfimmortal. In doing so he undid much of the good work he had brought about""And?" Daniel turned, snuggling into her, his cheek nuzzling againsther breast,against the sensitive bud of her nipple, making her almost want toforget thehistory lesson and make love to him again. But this was important Asimportantas anything she might teach him.'Two thousand years later, another great man arose in China. His namewas Mao Tse Tung. He ruled a land much greater than his predecessor, the FirstEmperor;a land with maybe ten times the population. Unlike Ch'in Shih Huang Ti,Mao spurned personal adornment He built no great palaces and tombs in hisown honour. And yet the pattern of his days was much in accord with thoseof the Prince of Ch'in, for like the First Emperor, Mao let ego outweighcommon sense. He thought himself a kind of god and one day decreed that men couldgrow fivetimes the crop that they had previously grown on their land. Theywarned him,but he would not listen. In a single season he overthrew the wisdom oftwo thousand years. And, of course, disaster followed. Twenty million diedof starvation." Daniel looked up, intrigued. "Was Mao a Tang?" Hannahshook her head and smiled. "No, Daniel. Mao Tse Tung was Ko Ming. A rebel.""A rebel?" Daniel laughed with disbelief."Oh yes," she said, serious now. "Perhaps the greatest rebel the worldhas ever known. Yet, just like the First Emperor, he sought to burn the books,to buryalive those scholars that opposed him and rewrite history to suit hispurposes.Yes, and so in love was he with revolution that he even set his peopleagainst one another, to keep rebellion alive. He destroyed the people's love ofknowledge and again millions died. And for what? To feed a vain man'sego!""And is that the pattern of history?"She sighed. "It is. The greater the man, the greater the damage he cando. The finer his purpose - and what finer drive is there than to unify apeople andgive them stable laws? - the more chance there is of him falling intothe pit ofhell and taking all with him. So it was with the great Tyrant, TsaoCh'un." Of Tsao Ch'un even Daniel knew, for Tsao Ch'un had built Chung Kuo fromthe ruins of the old world. Had unified that world. "And DeVore ... is he another of this kind?" "Far from it. DeVore is something new. DeVore is a breaking of thatchain. Ch'in Shih Huang Ti, Mao Tse Tung and Tsao Ch'un ... they are like spans in agreatbridge that crosses time, but DeVore ... with DeVore there is a gap. Abreach. Why, I suspect that he isn't even human!"Daniel sat up, then wriggled round to face her."Not a man? Then what is he?" She reached out to trace the shape of his face with the fingers of herrighthand. Her nipples were hard now and looking at the beauty of him shewanted him again. "I do not know, Daniel. Yet I know he is the end of history.With him the story finally ends."For a moment he stared back at her, his eyes on hers, then, noticingher arousal for the first tine, he laughed."We should not be talking. Not if time is ending.""No," she said softly. "No, my love. We should not." 
Da-neel pushed Lin Lao over, then, taking the butt of his rifle,smashed Lao's right leg just below the knee."Da-neel?" He met Emtu's eyes and grinned. "I want him to limp. If sbetter if he limps."She gave a small "ah" of understanding, then looked back at the slopefacingthem. For all she knew they were already being watched, but Da-neelsaid no. From what Lin Lao had spilled to DeVore under torture, the rebelsdidn't work that way. The faint glow of infrared from camera eyes could be seenfrom above,so the rebels didn't use them. No, they used camouflage andsophisticated entrygates underground. 
Finding a gate was hard. But not so hard as using one. Which was why
they'd
brought Lin Lao. His retinal print would be their key. Using him, they
would 
walk straight into the heart of the rebel headquarters. Or so they
hoped.
Da-neel hauled Lin Lao to his feet again and had him walk backwards and
forwards 
a moment, then nodded, satisfied. "Okay," he said, "this is what you
say. Tm
hurt. Let me in.' You've got that? Nothing more. Tm hurt. Let me in.'
And you
keep saying it, like you're exhausted and if s the only thing that's in
your
mind. Right?" Against his will, Lin Lao nodded. "Okay," Da-neel said.
"Let me 
hear it" Lin Lao's mouth opened silently, then, a moment later. "I hurr
... Lehr 
mee i." "Again."
"I hurr. Lehr mee i." 
Emtu laughed coldly. "You think they'll understand that?" Da-neel
looked to her. 
'If 11 have to do. Besides, if s the retinal pattern that'll convince
them. This 
is Mamma's boy and she wants him back. She'll let him in, don't fear."
"And 
then?" Da-neel grinned. "And then mayhem." 

"I hurr. Lehr mee i." 
Mo Teng looked away from the screen, facing his fellow guard, then
shook his 
head. "I don't like it, Hun. Something's wrong."
"But the print matches."
"Sure, the print matches. But there's something about him. His face.
That look 
in his eyes."
Hun made a noise of exasperation. "Yes, because he's hurt! Like he
says. Look at
him. The poor boy's barely holding himself together!"
Mo Teng looked back and shrugged. "Maybe. But I'd be happier if Emily
made this 
call." 
"Aiyal" Hun shook his head. "And have him bleed to death?"
"I don't see any blood. Do you?"
"No, but..."
Outside the gate, Lin Lao seemed to shudder, then he fell head first
"Oh, shit!" Mo Heng leaned across and placed his hand on the release
pad. Hun
smiled and slapped his own, then stood.
"Come on. Lef s give Lao a hand!" 

"Not very original," Emtu said, lowering her lens and looking to Da­neel. 

"No, but it works."She watched him lift his gun and, as the first of the two figuresemerged, firethe bolt It flew straight and true into the dark mouth of the gate, trailing thesuper-fine ice-wire thread that would cut in two anything that crossedits path,be it rock or flesh. There was a cry from within the gate. The second man was hit Throwingaside the thread-gun, Da-neel lifted his rifle and, taking only a moment to aim,pickedoff the other guard.He stood, turning to Emtu with a smile. "Come. If s open." 
There were gunshots, explosions. Daniel sat bolt upright, then slippedout from beneath the sheets and crossed the room,quickly stepping into his fatigues. He buckled on his gunbelt thenstraightenedup, listening to the distant noises, trying to make out what part ofthe greatunderground warren they were coming from."Daniel?" Picking up his gun, he turned, looking across at her."Something's happening ...""I know. Should I come with you?""No. No, I..."Daniel realised suddenly that it could all be over soon. That in awhile he might easily be dead and that would be itPutting his gun down again, he went across and sat beside her, holdingher to him, kissing her and stroking her hair, afraid suddenly to leave her.What if someone came while he was gone? He took a handgun from his belt and, quickly checking itwas fully loaded, handed it to her."In case." She nodded. Then, with a final kiss, she pushed him fromher. "Go on, Daniel. Emily will need you." He grimaced. "Yes." Then, "Ilove you, you know that?" Hannah smiled. "I know. Now go. And take care.Take goodcare, neh?" 
Emily stopped and crouched, sniffing the air. The tunnel up ahead ofher was dark. The lights had either failed or been shot out From what she couldmake out there were only a handful of DeVore's men at most, but they were good.They hadto be to survive more than ten minutes in this deadly warren. The air blew cold from the darkness up ahead. Cold but not pure, forthere was the stench of cordite and burned flesh. So at last he's found us, she thought The hour she'd feared was finallyuponher. Now it was simple. Kill or be killed. Survive or die. The mostbrutal of equations. No love in it, andno compassion. And no deals. At last, no deals.She crept forward, listening for any sound, wishing now that she hadremembered her helmet, knowing that if DeVore's men had infrared they would beable to pickher off like a walking neon sign.Careless. How unlike her to be so careless. She stopped. Was that a noise, or had she imagined it?Silence. A long silence, and then... yes, a faint shuffling, as ifsomeone were crawling forward on their knees and elbows. The sound of cloth onstone. Emily raised her gun, meaning to fire, yet even as she did there was agunshot Abullet whistled past her ear.She threw herself flat Silence. Once more, a long silence. But now she knew there was someonethere. She let out a long, shivering breath, then spoke into the darkness."You missed." There was laughter; curiously familiar laughter, though she could notmake out why."You have a sense of humour." Emily blinked, trying to make out where she'd heard that voice before."You think this is funny, then?""Hilarious. You see, he doesn't want you dead. But I do."The knowledge of who it was went through Emily like a shock. It was herdouble. Her other self, grown from her severed finger just as Eve wassupposedly grownfrom Adam's rib. DeVore's plaything. His "woman"."You're not jealous, surely?""What do you think? He made me so he could have you. Or someone wholooked like you. Do you know what that does to a woman? Why, he even aged me so I'dlook haggard like you.""Haggard?" Emily laughed. "Well, looks don't matter much in the dark dothey, mypretty? And a corpse looks like a corpse, however much rouge youapply.""Do you think thaf s what I am?"Emily's voice was cold now, hard. This thing was what she could havebecome. What DeVore had wanted her to be. "Why? What do you think you are? Alive? You were never that. Nothing he makes is truly alive."Two shots rang out, one high, one low. Both missed. Emily smiled. Shehadn't been sure at first, but now she was. It was even between them. Theywere both blind. Emily closed her eyes, concentrating, preparing herself, then,steadying herselfon one elbow, raised her gun and aimed.There was another shot, but this time no bullet whistledpast her.There was a groan; a deep, anguished noise, tinged with pain. Therewere booted footsteps on the stone, and then the distinctive click of a gun-hammerbeingdrawn back into the firing position.The second shot was muffled; a wet, spattering sound.Even in the darkness she could imagine itEmily swallowed. "Who's there?"Two steps, then. "If s okay. She's dead.""Daniel?" Relief flooded her. Clambering up, she took two steps towardshim,then stopped. "Daniel?'The dart hit her right shoulder and knocked her backwards, her gunspinning awayfrom her in the dark. Booted footsteps, and then someone leaned over her, his breath warm onher face. "Almost right" 
DeVore had landed cruisers on the northern slopes and flooded theentrance tunnels with his men. Now Daniel and a handful of survivors crouched in the trees below the western gate, waiting to see if anyone else would comeout A huge pall of black smoke filled the sky above the mountain. A greatroilingmass that threw its shadow over everything. The great roof of the rebelheadquarters had buckled in that savage conflagration and caved in. Nowonly amassive blackened hole existed where their living quartershad once been. The sight of it plunged Daniel into despair.Emily was dead. He knew it for a certainty. And Hannah too. And soon healso would be dead, for there was no way they could defeat DeVore. Not now.But he would not go easy into the darkness. And if DeVore dared showhimself -to gloat or simply to claim victory - he would have him.He looked about him. There were only fourteen of them left, himselfincluded,and three of those were wounded badly. But they were well-armed and determined. They might yet prove a thorn in DeVore's side."Okay," he said. "Ifs time to hit back. We have two advantages. First,we know the tunnels better than they do. Second, they think they've won. Theythink they've only mopping up to do. They've relaxed. If we do this right, wecould be in among them before they know what’s going on." He saw one or two ofthem look down and frowned. "What is it?" "They're boys," one of them mumbled. "They're only boys." "Boys withguns," heanswered. "Boys trained to hate. To kill." "Yes, but...""But nothing," he said, more harshly than he'd meant Then, relenting,"Look. I know if s hard. I know if s against your instincts. But we can't simplylie down and let them bury us. Not now. Not ever. We have to fight""I don't know," the first of them said, shaking his head despairingly."We've lost What point is there? They've taken Emily."The words jolted Daniel. "They've what?" "They've taken her. Ho Jen andI saw it They must have drugged her. But we saw them carry her onto one of theircruisers." Daniel closed his eyes. Dead was bearable, but taken. He did not wantto imaginewhat DeVore would do with Emily. "Did it leave? Did the cruiser go?"The man nodded. "Aiya..."Then DeVore had her. Grimacing, Daniel tore the rifle from his shoulder and began to load it"So what are we going to do?"He turned to stare at the man. "We're going to do exactly what I said.We're going to go in there and kill as many of the little fuckers as we can.""But why? It's over. He's won."Daniel swallowed bile. It was true. He even knew it was true. But the anger hefelt would not be assuaged until..."Daniel! Look!" He glanced up, then turned, looking to where one of the menwas pointing."What in the gods' names ...?"To the north-west three peaks dominated the skyline. Between the firstand second of them the sky was slowlyturning black.A swarm. He'd swear it was some kind of swarm. Then he understood. Cruisers. Hundreds upon hundreds of cruisers.Daniel felt his heart sink. He threw the gun down, then sat, watchingthem come on, the drone of their engines growing bythe moment As the first wave roared overhead, he looked down, thinking of Hannah,hopingshe had not suffered. Not that it mattered now. Not that anythingmattered. There was the sound of rapid gunfire, of rockets exploding. The groundtrembled beneath him. Frowning, Daniel lookedup."What the ...?" Immediately in front of Mm, on his eyeline and barely five hundredmetres away,three cruisers now hovered. Daniel swallowed, then stood again, hishands on his hips, facingthem. "Come on, then," he said quietly. "Come on you bastards..." Behind himthe mayhem went on; explosion after explosion. "Well?" he yelled, his voiceechoingacross the slope. "Don'tyou want me?"The central cruiser detached itself and drifted slowly towards him.Stooping,Daniel picked up his gun then straightened again.DeVore. It had to be DeVore. Well, let the bastard showhimself. A hundred metres off, the cruiser began to settle, turning slightly tothe side as it touched down on level ground. The engines died, whining down intosilence. Daniel smiled. If he'd only had a rocket-launcher.The other two cruisers still hovered there, their wing-mounted gunscoveringhim, but Daniel was barely aware of them. His eyes were fixed upon thehatch,even as it hissed and fell open.He raised the rifle to his shoulder and looked through the sight,taking aim.One shot, that was all it would take.If they let him.But he doubted that they'd let him.Daniel tensed, waiting.The rounded rectangle of the hatch was dark, no shadows in it For along, longtime nothing happened, and then someone stepped out, their shaven heademerginginto the lightDaniel narrowed his eyes, surprised.Not DeVore ... Then who? Golden robes. Flowing golden robes patterned with blood-red dragons.Beautiful Chinese dragons that floated on the golden silk like living creatures.The man walked towards him, then stopped, a faint smile on his orientalfeatures, his open palms spread, his golden eyes burning like suns."Daniel? It is the real Daniel, isn't it?"Daniel blinked. The man was unarmed. Completely unarmed"Who are you?" 
The Han grinned. "Me? I'm King of America. Or so they tell me. And now
I'm King
of Europe, too. And King of the Wilds, come to that. But enough of me.
Ifs you
I'm interested in." 
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you?"
"Hmmm..." The Han scratched his chin, then. "Well, for a start it might
annoy
your mother."
"My mother?" Daniel shook his head. "My mother's taken. DeVore has
her." 
"DeVore had her. But now I do. She's inside." The Han half turned,
indicating
the cruiser. "She's a little groggy, I'm afraid, but she'll be okay.
Once the 
drugs have worn off."
Daniel swallowed, steeling himself against believing it. He knew the
tricks such 
people played. To give you hope and then snatch it away. To break you
with 
despair. It was pure
Sun Tzu. 
"I don't believe you."
"No?" The Han shrugged, then sadly. "Well, I guess I might be cautious,
too, if
I were you. But I'm not lying to you, Daniel, I swear. This is no time
for 
lies." 
"I don't..." 
Daniel stopped. Behind the strangely-dressed Han, someone had stepped
out from 
the hatch and onto the top of the ramp. Daniel blinked, then shook his
head. 
Was it her, or was it just the copy?
Noticing his gaze, the Han turned and smiled. "Ah ... Mu Ch'in Ascher.
You 
should not be up."
She hobbled across, clearly in pain, her shoulder tightly
bandaged.
"Daniel? Daniel... put down the gun."
Despite himself, the sight of her filled him with joy. He wanted it to
be her. 
Wanted it desperately.
But what if this were some final little torment? Some subtle,
nasty twist?
Games. The Man loves games ...
Though it ached now, he kept the gun steady at his shoulder.
He saw how she shook her head with exasperation. So familiar that
gesture. But
what it really hers?
"Come now, Daniel. Either shoot us or throw the gun down.
Which is it to be?" He nudged the rifle barrel slightly to the side,
gesturing
at 
the Han. "Who is he?" 
"You mean you don't know?'
"Should P" 

Her eyes were suddenly strange. She turned, looking at the Han as if
seeing him
anew, then smiled. "This, Daniel, is Li Yuan, Son of Li Shai Tung. I
fought him
once. But now ..." 
"Li Yuan?" Daniel gave a laugh of disbelief. 'The Tang?"
Li Yuan gave the slightest bow of his head. "The same."
"But you ..."
"Were dead? No. Were exiled? Yes. Were wrong? Often. But now I'm back,
Daniel,
and I want you to come with me. Now do as your adopted mother says and
choose,
for I for one am growing cold and would as soon be dead as stand here
on this 
mountainside in my silks!" 

They rounded up all of their captives in one of the lower meadows, then
sent a 
messenger up the mountain to let Li Yuan know.
He came down, still dressed in his golden silks, and stood before that
silent,
bare-headed host Beside him, Daniel looked on, impressed despite
himself by the
demeanour of the man who had once been ruler of Chung Kuo, and who now,
at the 
end of that world's days, was once again at the centre of it all.
There were morphs here - the last of DeVore's once great army of 40,000
creatures - and men, but mainly there were boys. Boys from the camps.
Boys who,
like Daniel, had never known anything but brutality. From their eyes
Daniel 
could tell that they expected nothing now but death.
Li Yuan went among them fearlessly, a piece of plain white chalk in his
hand,
meeting the eyes of each of them in turn, chalking the men and morphs,
ignoring
most of the boys.
When he was done, he looked to his General - a tall, stern-looking
American with 
white hair and a neatly-trimmed goatee beard - and smiled humourlessly.
"Those I've chalked die," he said quietly. "The rest you release."
The man nodded and gestured to his waiting lieutenants, who at once
turned away,
to begin the work of separating the living from the dead.
"Is that it?" Daniel asked. "Are we finished now?" 
Li Yuan looked to him. "Far from it There is one final battle to be 
waged before
we go."
"Go?" 
"Didn't she tell you?" Li Yuan smiled. "I guess it must have slipped
her mind. 
We're leaving here, Daniel. I've had a spaceship built"
Daniel stared at Li Yuan a moment, astonished by the news, then he
looked down. 
"I don't want to. Not now she's dead." 

"She?' Li Yuan's eyes were suddenly concerned. "There was someone you
loved?" 
Daniel nodded. 
"And you're certain that she's dead?"
"As good as."
"And if she isn't?" 
But Daniel shook his head. "You saw what happened."
"Maybe. And yet there were survivors. You came out"
"I knew my way."
Li Yuan stared at him a moment longer, then he turned and snapped his
fingers.
At once a messenger came across and, kneeling, bowed before him. "Chieh
Hsia?' 
"Go at once and find out whether there were any more survivors from the
rebel 
headquarters. Any women, particularly." He turned, looking to Daniel.
"Her 
name?" 
Daniel sighed, then shook his head.
"Her name, Daniel."
"Hannah." 
Li Yuan turned back to his messenger. "You heard. Now go.
And return as soon as you have news." 

There were eight of them in all, sat in a ragged circle about a fire
that had 
been built beneath the ruins of the eastern gate, their figures hunched
forward,
hands stretched towards the comfort of the flames, rough blankets
thrown about 
their shoulders. 
As Daniel stepped up onto the brow of the slope and looked down on
them, he felt
a tightness in his stomach and knew it was fear. Fear that, having
allowed 
himself to hope, that hope would now be dashed.
He had never known fear before. Never needed to. Before now it had been 
him 
alone, and he'd had nothing to lose, but
now... 
Daniel closed his eyes, trying to block it out, but it was impossible.
Once one 
started feeling there was no stopping it It was not a tap one could
turn on and 
off. 
She's dead, he told himself yet again. She couldn't hove got out. But
his heart 
didn't believe that. His heart wanted the impossible.
He looked from figure to figure, trying to make something of their
stooped and
dejected shapes. Three of them had their backs to him, but that one
there ... 
One of them lifted her head. Her, definitely a her despite the
shortness of the 
hair. Hair that had been burned from her head, or so it seemed. He knew 

her. "Siri..." The disappointment was immense. And yet he ought to have been pleased.Pleased that at least someone had survived that carnage. But if Siri's deathhad meant that Hannah lived ... Daniel swallowed bitterly. The very idea of it was appalling, and yethe could not deny it If he could have made a deal with the gods, it would havebeen that,and he'd have made it without a moment's thought.Love. The sheer brutality of love.He trudged down, despondent now. Most of them had their heads down,from weariness or injury, yet as he came closer, Siri saw him and half rose,recognition in her face.Her smile almost broke Daniel's heart "Daniel..." Hearing the name, one of those with their backs to him half-turned. Hebarelynoticed them, preoccupied as he was with Siri. Then he stopped dead,his mouth falling open. As the blanket slipped from her shoulders, he took a steptowards her. "Hannah...?" Her face was black, her clothes scorched and soiled, but those eyeswere unmistakable. There was a movement of her lips - charred lips thatoozed blood through the cracks - then stumbled towards him, her face creased withpain."Hannah.'" He gripped her to him, grimacing as he did so, all of his hurt and fearand paintransformed suddenly. For a moment longer he simply held her, then,moving back,he stared into her face, putting his hand up to wipe away the tearsthat now streaked her fire-blackened face. "Ifs gone," she said, the effort of making the words clearly hurtingher. "Ifs all gone.""I know." "No," she said, the pain in her eyes so deep it seared him."My work, Daniel. It's all gone. Burned."He stared at her, smiling now, then kissed her brow, her neck, herblackened cheeks. "No, my love. You brought it outwith you.""But I saw it burning. I tried to save it, but..."'Ifs all in here," he said, touching her brow with hisfingertips. "As long as you're alive, it too survives. Everylast word of it" Her eyes widened. But this time as she made to speak Daniel placed afinger 
gently to her lips, careful not to hurt her.
"Hush now, my love. Hush. There will be time for words later. Now come.
The King
of America would like to meet you." 

CHAPTER-20 
room a thousand years wide
It was a different place.
The same and yet different. In small ways different Small ways that
made Kim 
think that perhaps it was his room, and that intruders had come and not
so much 
taken things as replaced them. Realigned them.
The workroom and its contents were so familiar, yet so far from his own
room -
his own space and time - that even to think of the distance he had
travelled 
made his mind reel 
And yet it was no distance at aft.
Across the room from where Kim sat, in a chair identical in every way
to his own 
chair back in his own reality, his other self busied himself gathering
together
papers that would explain to Kim just how the trick had finally been
done. 
Kim's eyes went to that strange distortion of himself. To his
otherness, as he
had come to think of him. This other Kim was marginally taller than him

-an inch or two, he'd judge - and broader at the hips and shoulders, too.Not knowing what the reason for this was, Kim nonetheless felt a momentarytwinge ofenvy.And suppressed itBuried it... Kim smiled. That was the trouble with this kind of acute self-consciousness. Others could fool themselves - couldpretend they had not felt what theyhad felt 
-but he could not. He was much too self-aware. "Well..." the other said, looking across at him finally. "I thinkthat"s all. You can read them later. And the journal ofcourse." Kim sat forward. "Journal?" "This." The other walked across and handed Kim a bound leather notebook and a file of papers. It was the closest they had come since that firstjoining ofhands, and as the other made to draw his hand away, Kim reached out andheld it,examining the ring that rested on the knuckle of the forefinger. A goldring,but with a band of jet embedded in it, as if a caf s-eye had been distorted topographically.Kim released the hand. There was an embarrassed pause, then he asked."Look,what do I call you? I mean, we can't..." "... both be Kim?" His otherself frowned, his eyes briefly studying the ring, as if it were the firsttime he had seen it "No, I guess we can't. Call me K." Kim gave a brief laugh. "Itsounds Kafkaesque." "You've read Kafka?" K. stopped, then: "Silly question.""No," Kimsaid, serious suddenly. "Ask, even if it seems pointless. If s clearthat we don't map. Not exactly. If s like this room... like our physicalselves. If we're to work together, if 11 help us enormously if we know where we'resimilar ..." "... and where we're not" "Yes." Kim grinned. "So what now?" "Whatdo youwant to see?" Kim answered almost without thought "Her." K. stared athim a longtime. Silence. A strange, almost eerie silence, then a sigh."Well?" Kim prompted. "Don't you?" K. nodded, but it was the vaguest ofnods. Kim stared at K. a while, puzzled by his reaction, as much as by hisgeneral airof sobriety. He had never met anyone quite so sombre. But sensing thatthis was something that would be explained in time, he changed tack. "Am I theonly oneyou've been in touch with?" "So far.""So far? But I thought. . ." Kim looked down at the cover of thejournal. "Ithought you'd been to a number of worlds.""I've been travelling for six months now," K. answered. "But you arethe first I've come across." "The first you."
K. nodded, his eyes looking inward. "You see, we inhabit a very narrow
spectrum
of possibility, you and I. Perhaps thaf s why the Edderiminaru chose
us." 
"The who?" 
"Master Tuan and his merry band of men. Thaf s their real name. Or an
abbreviation of it, should I say. In its full form if s a description.
A very
full description, so I understand."
Kim nodded. "They're giant spiders ..."
"Yes. I know." 
There was a momenf s eye contact; an exchange of understanding so deep,
so 
profound that, released from it, Kim felt giddy.
He knows me ... 
That fact, so obvious and yet so unexpected, was perhaps the most
frightening
thing of all. Even Jelka did not know him one tenth as well as this 

strangerdid. This stranger who was himself. Or all but."If s strange, isn't it?" K. said, coming across and sitting on theedge of thedesk beside him. Kim shivered, then asked what was on his mind. "Your physique...""This?" K. stood, turning about, as if to let Kim study him, as he'dstudied the ring. "Vanity, I'm afraid. If s a special drug treatment I concocted."Kim frowned. "Why?""To see if I could ... be normal, that is.""Normal?" "Physically.""Ah .. ." Kim looked away. In recent years he had barely thought aboutit, butthere had been a time when it had worried him. To be thought of as somestunted,large-eyed dwarf all the time - it was hard not to let that affectyou.Even so,he had never once thought of actually doing something about it Thatseemed such a waste of his talent when there was so much else that needed to be done. Vanity. Kim looked up again. "I'm surprised.""Yes. I knew you would be. But then you don't know me as well as I knowyou.""Clearly not.""Then perhaps you should get to know me a little better before wedecide whaf s to be done." K. nodded towards the journals. "I tried to be as candidas I could. You see, I knew you'd read them. Or someone like you." 
Kim opened the journal to the first page and began to read:"To be truthful, I did not know what to expect. My death, perhaps; thesoft tissues of my body imploding under vacuum conditions, flesh and bonefreezingeven as they shattered; cold sculptures, drifting for eternity. But no.I did not die. There was no searing cold, no pain beyond enduring. Passingthroughthat burning hoop I stepped out into a place I knew. Or had known, inanother life. The day. Its stench so awful that I almost gagged.And dark. A darkness unimaginable. That, too, I had blocked off inmemory. Itwas like being blind. And yet, all about me, I could hear thescufflings of athousand unseen creatures. Why here? I asked, wishing even as I did that I had brought some kindof tightto pierce the sfygian gloom. 
A wish at once fulfilled, for even as I turned, the darkness justbehind me split, a shaft of burning, shimmering light spilling outacross those dead lands. The Gateway! And there before it the pool'And finally - there at thepool's faredge - myself, a stick-like creature of sinew and bone, sat back uponits heels,both hands shielding those obscenely bulging eyes against the blindinglight,the mouth gaping, an expression of pure awe on the emaciated face.I knew the moment. Knew that in that one instant the vision had been imprinted wme; the seed of light sown deep in the rich, dark earth of my psyche -the same seed that would one day drive me up and out until I finally reached thestars. Back I'd gone. Back in time. But why?It did not see me there. Did not, or maybe could not, it was so bright.Yet the three who came down from the Above -Lehmann, Berdichev and Wyatt - hedid see. Oh yes, he saw them and trembled, thinking them gods, gaping as theunrelentingtight glittered off the glass of their tall, domed helmets and thesilvered metal of their contamination suits. The child's screech - my screech, I guess it was - surprised me. It wasa raw,high-pitched sound that seemed almost to have been torn from deepwithin the stick-like creature. Yet even as it faded, two shots rang out, thesound of their concussions deafening in that enclosed space.I stared, shocked, at the smoking gun in Berdichev's hand.Horrified, I took a step towards myself. 'No-oh!'But already things were losing substance. Even as the life-blood pumpedfrom myother self, even as the three men turned, surprised, to stare at me, sothe world about me - the three men, the Gate, the Qay itself- shimmeredlike a film that has had every other frame removed.And then, with a suddenness that literally took my breath, I was backhere, inthis room, the image of the burning hoop fading in the air."Kim looked up thoughtfully, giving a little nod to the air, then readon,devouring the pages.After a while he sat back, rubbing at his eyes. He was beginning tounderstand,to see what K. had meant about the narrowness of the spectrum in whichtheyexisted. Gates. The gate by the pool had been the first, but there hadbeen endless gates in his life. In this existence he had passed through allof them unscathed, or relatively so, yet in another life ...No, he corrected himself, in other lives.In other lives he'd failed. In some he had not even begun. Oh yes, hesaw it clearly now. Endless worlds in which he had not existed. Worlds wherehe had not met and married Jelka and so had not conceived Sampsa or Mileja. Worldswhere DeVore had triumphed because he, Kim Ward, had not been there tocounter him. Or was that the truth? Had he really made a difference?He looked backdown,reading on, the hairs rising on the back of his neck.It was almost two hours before he looked up again. K. was sitting justacross from him. Kim blinked, surprised. He had not even noticed him return."So?" K. asked. "What do you think?"What did he think? The accounts that had followed the first were all equallygraphic. And always, without fail, he'd died. It was as if his life hadbeen a maze and at any point along the way he might have made the wrong turnand come upon a dead end. His end. His death.His tutor, T'ai Cho, who in this life had loved him and cherished him,yes andsaved him many a time - particularly that time after the fight withJanko when Director Andersen would have trashed him without a second thought - inother worlds had gassed him, unable to see the light of intelligence thatburned within him. And even when he'd made it through - to Rehab and beyond - it was todie in stupid, silly ways, in accidents, or at the hands of overzealousguards. Or, inthe worst case, at the hands of Marshal Karr - executed on Li Yuan'spalacesteps as an uncaring Jelka looked on with dispassionate eyes.To have survived at all was a miracle of kinds. So what did he think? "I think someone must have trod these paths before us. To find us, Imean." "Master Tuan?" "He certainly implied as much."
K. blinked, surprised. "Did he?""You mean he hasn't spoken to you?""Yes, but not of that Not of seeking and finding us."Kim sat back. "I remember him telling me something once, about thattime after the attack on SimFic's labs, when he found me and looked after me. Hetold me that he'd first dreamed of me, and then, how he had later followed thedream,step for step, and how it had come true, almost though if he were stilldreaming. And yet it was real. It really had come to pass, almost as if there were but a single path to follow. Butnow... well, now we are in a hall of mirrors, and who is to say whichpath isthe right path, and which dream the reality?" "Then maybe thaf s ourpurpose,Kim. To make things singular again. To unify the universes, so thatthere's onlyone. Maybe it was never meant to be like this, fragmented like theveins of a leaf into a thousand million pathways. Maybe we're meant to be the gluethat bonds it all together again." "And maybe not""Maybe not And yet I feel certain that we have some purpose."Kim glanced at the open pages of the journal, then met K's eyes oncemore. "Can I finish reading this?""Of course. But look, I'm being a very poor host. You must be hungry.Can I getyou supper?""Supper?" And then he remembered. Jelka. Jelka would be worried if shewent down to his workroom and found him gone. She would think ...What would she think? That he had gone without telling her? Well, so hehad,only ... Only what?"Okay," he said. "But then I must get back." He said it as if it were asimplething, as if he only had to catch a train, perhaps, or go through adoor and walk down a hallway, whereas the truth was he would have to trust tothat device again - to pass through a wheel of burning fire into another universeentirely.It hit him. Until that moment he had been sleepwalking. Drifting. Butsuddenly... Kim held on to the desk. K stared at him, concerned. "Are you allright?""Yes. Yes, I ..." He laughed, dismissing it "I felt giddy, thaf s all.I felt..." "... like a ghost of yourself?"Kim nodded. "All those other worlds. Their very existence seems todrain you. Torob you of your essential solidity."
K. smiled; a faint smile, but the first he'd given Kim. "If s okay. Icall it the Existentiality Effect It wears off, after a while.""Does it?" Kim paused then. "For a moment then, I felt like a paintedfigure ona canvas. I felt..." The same gap. The same words. I fdt... And then a gap. Because what hefelt wasn't like anything he'd felt before. Was something there were nowords for. Kim felt... As if I were both here and not here. Which was impossible, and yet the physical truth. 
"You need to eat," K. said, getting up. "There's something very real
about 
eating."
"Yes ... yes, I guess there is."
"Then come. There's some stew on the hob." 

There was a moment before he knew. A moment when he had all of the 
pieces he
needed, but hadn't yet connected them. The ring. The abnormal, almost
psychotic
moroseness. That driven 
quality in the eyes.
And that single word he'd uttered when K. had asked him what he wanted
to see. 
Her. By which he'd meant his mother. But K. had not meant her. No, he
had meant 
her - Jelka. 
Kim stood there in the kitchen, staring open-mouthed at the picture on
the wall,
struck by the significance of the black frame that surrounded that
familiar 
face, filled with a sudden, gut-wrenching understanding.
"Aiya..."
K turned and saw at once where Kim was looking. "She didn't make it
back," he
said, continuing to ladle the steaming lamb stew into a bowl. "It was
the virus. 
You know, Golden Dreams. She was too weak. Her and Mileja both. There
was 
nothing we could do."
He came across and offered Kim the bowl. "Do you want
bread with that?" 
Kim shook his head. For a moment longer he stood there, stunned, trying
to 
imagine how he would have felt had Jelka died that time; how he'd have
coped,
that was, if he'd have coped at all, for he could not imagine a life
without her 
there at the still centre of it all. There like a rock to which his 
soul was 
anchored. 
He could simply not imagine it
But then, he did not have to. He had only to look at his other self,
there on 
the far side of the kitchen. That strange, unhappy man.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I..."
A moment's sudden realisation stopped him dead in his tracks. He had
what this 
man had lost Had lost and thought irredeemable. The most important
thing in his
life. And he had it Identical in all respects.
"The gods help us ..." Kim whispered.
K turned. "Pardon?" 
Kim sat, the bowl unregarded on the table before him. How did he even
begin to 

broach this? 
K. came across and sat, then began to spoon up his stew. After a moment
he 
stopped and looked across at Kim. "Aren't you hungry, Kim?"
Not now, Kim thought, but in lieu of an answer that would suffice, he
picked up
his own spoon and began to eat in a desultory fashion.
Strange thoughts were filling his head. Indeed, the strangest thoughts
he had 
ever had. And pictures, too. Images ...
Squeezing his eyes tight shut, he let his spoon fall with a clatter to
the 
table. 
"Kim?" 
He felt KL's hand upon his arm.
"Kim, are you all right?"
Kim nodded, then opened his eyes again. K. was leaning right across the
table,
staring into his face. "Is it about that?"
His head gestured past Kim towards the painting.
Kim nodded, afraid to say what he'd been thinking. Afraid because, once
said, it
could not be retracted. 
"Are you afraid of me?" K. asked, his eyes staring into Kim's candidly.
"Because 
if you are, you have no reason to be. I would not harm you. No, nor
your Jelka."
Kim shivered. So he understood. 
"It must be hard," Kim said after a moment "I mean, this
situation.""Yes .. ." 

K. relaxed back into his seat, but his eyes remained locked with Kim's.
"I've 
tried not to think too much about it Tried not to ... well, picture
things."
Again Kim shivered. Too dose, he thought, finding this intimacy of
understanding
almost unbearable. Yet at the same time he knew it could not be helped.
This was 
the price of their
doubleness. 
"I know what you mean."

K. nodded. "Myself, I would be guarded. Oh, and jealous,
too." Kim swallowed but did not answer. He did not have to 
answer. It was the truth, after all,
"All the same, I would like to see her again. Or should I say, I would
like to 
meet her... as she is now. With your permission,
of course." 
How could he deny such a request? If their fates had been reversed,
would he not 
have wanted precisely that? To see the woman he'd loved - the woman
he'd thought
lost forever? Of course he would. Yet he feared it Feared it more than 
he'd 
feared anything in his whole life.
Kim looked away, knowing that what he felt showed in his face - that
the other 

could read him as clearly as one read a page. But he could not help it"You must not be ashamed of what you feel, Kim. I understand. You donot want to share her with me." Kim looked to him. It was unfair. He knew it was unfair. But that was how he felt He nodded. Yes, and saw the disappointment in the other's face. And behind it, thelonging.Oh gods, the longing. How he understood that. 'I'm sorry .. ."But K. waved the apology away. "It was some while before I got up thecourage tovisit you, you know. I found you months ago. I spent one whole eveningwatchingyou from the shadows of your workroom. But then she came into the room.Until then, you see, I thought you'd lost her too. I thought..."
K. looked down, then pushed his bowl away, as if he too had lost hisappetite."Iimagined how you'd feel. Or rather, how I'd feel if I were in yourplace. HowI'd rather die than share her, even with myself. Strange that, eh? Imean,where's the logic in it? But then, when it comes down to feelings,there is no logic is there, only gut reaction. Which is to say, my soul's brother,that I understand. Yet if I could meet her once and talk with her." Kim hesitated, then nodded."Then let that be enough." 
They went back to Kalevala. Back to Kim's reality. And there, while K.
waited in 
the workroom, Kim went up to speak to Jelka.
As he came into the kitchen she turned, smiling at him. "How's it
going?"
Kim went across and, without a word, held her, closing his eyes,
drinking in the
wonderful smell of her, the warmth of her body against his own, knowing
in those 
few instants that he was blessed. Blessed beyond all imagining.
He moved back a little, his eyes studying her eyes. "We've a visitor."
"A visitor? But I didn't hear the bell." 
"No ... I mean I've brought someone back with me."
She laughed, confused. "Back?" Then her expression changed. "You mean
... back?" 
He nodded. "But there's something you have to understand. Something
very
important You see, if s ma"
"You?" 
"Yes, me. Or almost me. Like me, but not exactly me."
He saw her mouth fall open, the lips parting in shock. "You."
"That's right. But thaf s not all. In his universe, he lost you. Lost
you to the
Golden Dreams plague." 

Her eyes widened. He saw the understanding there, the deep compassion,
and felt 
again that awful stab of jealousy. Pure jealousy.
He was trembling now. "But I'm afraid."
"Afraid?""About you ... and him."
"But he is you, Kim."
"No, he isn't And that’s the point."
"Ahh ..." 
Jelka sat, then shook her head, trying to think it through. "So you're
afraid 
I'll fall in love with him? And maybe want to leave you for him?"
"Or share you with him."
Jelka's eyes met his. "Is that what you're afraid of?"
He nodded. 
"And still you brought him?"
Again he nodded. His mouth was dry now. "I told him that I
wouldn't" 
"You told him." There was a flicker of a smile, quickly suppressed.
"And what 
about me? Did you consult me before
you told him?"
"I..." He looked down, ashamed of himself. Gods, it was a mess. And
there he'd 
been thinking it was all a simple matter of equations. But where was
the 
mathematics of love and jealousy? Where was the graph that charted the
movements 
of the human heart? '1 love you, you know."
His head came up. He swallowed, then nodded. "I know." But it didn't
help. He
was still afraid. Afraid of himself. It was ridiculous, but he couldn't
help it
"And if I find that that love extends to him too, that would be no
betrayal,
Kim. Honestly. Indeed, it would be the most natural thing, don't you
think?" 
He gave an embarrassed laugh. "Do you think Tom and Sampsa have these
problems?"
"Undoubtedly."
"Only ..." he paused, then carried the logic of the thing through,
"they both
have their twins. Ai Yin and Lin Yu are both alive. But if one of them 
were to 
die ..." 
"Kim? 
Her tone startled him. She was staring at him sternly now.
'This isn't like you." He bridled. "No? You forget who I defied to win
you"
"I don't forget. But he defied my father, too. Remember that, Kim." She
sighed.
"You must trust yourself, Kim. Literally so. Would you hurt him?"
"No..." 
"Then trust to that. You are a generous man, Kim Ward. If s one of the
reasons 
why I love you. Maybe the greatest reason. So be generous this once.
Give him 
this moment with us." 

"With you."
She smiled. "Okay. With me."
He sighed, then gave the briefest nod.
"Then go," she said, watching him with kindly eyes. "I think he's
waited long
enough." 

It was, perhaps, the strangest moment of her life, to see the two of
them emerge
from the door at the top of the steps and come towards her down the
shadowed 
corridor. 
Strange, yes, and dreamlike, too. And for a moment she wondered why she
had not 
dreamed it beforehand. 
She saw at once how alike they were, even as she saw the differences of
build 
and height.
And then he saw her. 
He stopped dead, almost as if he'd walked into some unseen barrier, his
eyes
visibly widening. And then he smiled. A great beaming smile of awe and
love that 
had in it such depths of hurt and loss that her heart went out to him.
For how could it not? This was her man. Through all eternity and in
every
universe, her soul mate.
She opened her arms and embraced him, hugging him to her, feeling him
begin to
sob, his arms wrapped tight about her, the way a lost child clings to
his mother 
once she's found. 
She stroked his hair and petted him, then kissed the side of his head,
murmuring
reassurances. 
"There ... if s alright now. Everything's okay . .."
Her eyes met Kim's, who stood there looking on. And saw, to her
surprise, that
tears were streaming down his cheeks, as if whatever fear he'd had had
crumbled 
in that instant She put out a hand, gesturing for him to come and hold
her too. 
And so 
he did, and so they stood there for a while, the three of them, holding
tight to
each other in the very strangest of embraces. "It's alright," Kim said,
after a 
moment, reaching out to touch and hold K.'s shoulder. "You're home now,
brother. 
Home." 

Karr waited at the door, his helmet under his arm, frowning down at the
patterned marble beneath his feet 

As the door swung back, he looked up and smiled. "Ah, Jelka ... I came
as 
quickly as I could."
She embraced him, kissing his cheek, then stood back, a mischievous
glint in her
eyes puzzling Karr.
"Well?" he asked, as she closed the door behind him. "Whaf s going on?"
"Wait and see," she said, taking his hand and leading him through to
the 
kitchen. 
As they entered, Kim looked up from where he sat at the long table and
smiled. 
"Gregor ..."
Again that same secretive smile, as if some joke were being played on
him. Karr 
huffed and, setting the helmet down on the table, demanded, "Come on,
you two,
what is going on?"
"Gregor?"
Karr turned, looking to the doorway, thinking for a moment that maybe
Kim had 
learned to throw his voice, and then did an almost comic double-take.
He turned,
astonished, looking from one Kim to the other, then gave a little
laugh,
understanding in that instant what had happened.
"It works!" 
Both Kims nodded, with an eerie synchronicity. The new one - taller,
Karr noted 
through narrowed eyes - came and stood behind the Kim he knew and
placed his
hands on his shoulders. 
The new one spoke. "I understand you've problems, Gregor."
"I've dealt with them." 
'Temporarily. But you haven't solved them."
"And you can?"

K. nodded. "How?" Karr asked. But K. merely smiled. "I want you to set up a broadcast, for thisevening. Iwant it to go out on every channel and into every set We use theoverride and make sure every set is working."Karr looked to Kim, but Kim merely nodded. "If s okay, Gregor. You cantrust him." Karr looked to Jelka, appealing to her. "Won't you tell me whaf s goingon?" She smiled. "I can't" "Can't?" "No. Because they won't tell me. But I trust them. I'd trust them withmy life,wouldn't you?"Karr hesitated, then nodded. He looked back at the strangely doubledimage ofhis friend. "Tonight?""At eight," both Kims said, the movements of their mouths so perfectly 
synchronised that Karr found himself blinking at the sight, surprised.
"I feel..." He laughed, as if it were too stupid a thing to say. "I
feel like 
I'm dreaming, only I can't wake."
"I understand," K. said, coming round until he stood before the giant;
looking
up into his face. "Then it's time for us to make things real again." 

At precisely eight that evening, every screen in Ganymede, in every
room and 
every public place, on the four great spaceships and in every transit
vehicle,
switched on, showing the image of Kim's face.
"Friends," Kim began, without prelude. "I am sorry to divert you from
whatever 
you are doing, but something very important has happened. The
breakthrough has
been made. We have forged a door into another universe."
He paused, letting that sink in, then continued. "That door is stable
and it 
works. Yet we must use it wisely and expeditiously."
Kao Chen, who had been relaxing in his living room, dipping into the
second 
volume of the San Kuo Yon Yi and reading his favourite episodes, now
sat 
forward, spilling his wine over the rug.
"Wang Ti!" he yelled. "Come see!" ". .. to introduce a friend," Kim was
saying
as Wang Ti hurried from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. "In
fact, more
than a friend. Fellow colonists and travellers, may I introduce my
close friend,
K." 
"Aiyal" both Kao Chen and Wang Ti said as one, astonished by the vision
on the 
screen. 
Indeed, throughout Ganymede there was a sharp intake of breath as a
second Kim 
stepped into view and stood beside the Kim they knew.
"I am Kim Ward," the newcomer said, "and in many ways I share a common
history
with my brother here. Yet our universes are not identical. There are
many
differences. And those differences will prove useful in the days to
come. But I 
believe - and my brother here shares my belief - that it is our task to
put an
end to all such differences. To unify reality. And tonight we take the
first 
step in that process. Tonight we return to our own space and time. To
our own 
universe." 
The camera pulled back until it showed the window behind them and the
perfect
blackness of the sky. 

"Look!" two voices said as one. "We return!" And as if it were some great conjuring trick that blackness wassuddenly alive -alive with shimmering points of lightAgain, throughout Ganymede there was a gasp.They had left no-space. They were back inside the universe of stars andmotion. And they were sailing full-tilt towards Eridani.One could almost feel the relief. "Our journey continues," Kim's voice said, speaking over the image ofthe star-spattered sky. "But some of us must go back, to face our oldadversary,DeVore. And defeat him. And thus end all divisions. It is our purposeto make things whole again."The broadcast ended, as abruptly as it had begun. But back in the room,unseen by the watching thousands, Kim turned to K"And you? What will happen to you when that happens?"K's smile was bleak and knowing. 'Then I will vanish from this world ofyours,as if I'd never been."Kim stared at him, understanding that K. knewmuch - had considered much - that he had not yet even begun to think of. Andreaching out,he held his mirror-self to him. "Then we must use these moments well, neh, brother?" 
That night, in the silence before midnight, Kim climbed from his bedand went to K's room. 
K. sat up, a shadow among the shadows. "What is it?"
Kim sat beside him, reaching out to take his hand. Steeling himself to
take it. 
"I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking ..."
"Thinking, eh?"
Kim nodded, unable to see the other's eyes in the dark.
"And?" 
In answer, Kim tugged at K.'s hand, making him follow him, out of the
room and 
down the passageway until they stood before the room where Kim and
Jelka slept
"Are you sure?" K. asked, knowing without being told what Kim meant by
this. 
"No. But I know if s right. You are me. I am you. And to keep her from
you, or
you from her ... I couldn't do that"
"Yes, but..."
Kim put a finger to K.'s lips. "There's so little time. Lefs make the
best of 
it, eh?"

K. reached out, embracing him. Then, hand in hand, they walked over to
the bed 
where their wife awaited them. 

CHAPTER-21 the feather in the coffin Li Yuan sat in the chair at the far end of the table, listening asEmilyrecounted what had been happening in the Wilds and itemised the detailsof her long guerrilla war against DeVore. The conference table was crowded.This was a full Council of War and besides Emily's own people, Li Yuan's fullstaff were in attendance, including both of his sons, the latter disconcertinglywearing along, flowing dress over a very full bosom.Hannah, standing by the door, looked on, part of her thrilled at beingthere on this momentous occasion, part of her watching analytically as Emilycame to the end of her account and fell silent. Li Yuan sat forward slightly, steepling his fingersbefore his nose, then began to speak."Thank you, Mu Ch'in Ascher. It seems we have much to thank you for. Itcould not have been easy for you. But now we have a chance to rid ourselvesof this disease called DeVore. To cleanse this world - and others - of his malice." Li Yuan paused, looking about him, a real authority in every glance andgesture."But before we come to the matter of what actions we shall take, let me 
-if briefly - advise you of our own recent history. As you might know, thebombingof Boston led to a brief but very bitter civil war - a war from whichwe were fortunate to emerge the victors. But at a great cost. My son-in-law, Mark Egan, wasassassinated and one of my grandchildren - Samuel - taken hostage."Hannah noted how Kuei Jen looked down at that, a tightness in her face."For those crimes we captured Old Man Egan. I personally saw that heburned for them. Then, in the months that followed, thinking us weak, Coover madehis move,attacking us in Denver and pushing east. We let him come on, twothousand li and more, until, at Memphis, we turned on him and annihilated his Banners,destroying every last man. Which left our enemies in the south."There was a brief smile before he spoke again."We invited them to a meeting, on neutral ground. There we offered themterms,but they sought to trick us. All of which my spies knew, of course.They meantto assassinate us in our seats, but they did not know that theirassassins were already dead, garroted in the cell beneath the floor of the room inwhich we met And so their plans misfired and now their bones lie rotting in thedesert" Hannah shivered. Though she had heard much and read even more of LiYuan's life,this aspect of him - the sheer brutality - surprised her, and for amoment she found herself astonished that he should be sitting here at table withthe, womanwho had once been his greatest enemy.But then, necessity makes strange bedfellows.Emily, she saw, had lowered her head. Li Yuan was now looking at her, astrangeexpression in his eyes."I say all of this not by way of boasting, but to explain how thingswere. The past few years have seen much ugliness and much brutality. Nor is iteasy tosteel oneself to do those things that one must do. Yet they had to bedone For there was always a greater enemy to face, and if I had not triumphed inAmerica,he would have gone unchallenged. And time, I knew, was running out.Though weheld the high ground of space, we could not keep him contained muchlonger."Emily looked up. "I understand.""Do you?" Li Yuan was suddenly like arock. Like Pai Shan itself. '1 am not proud of what I have done in my life, EmilyAscher,and looking back I can see every reason for you to have opposed me. Iwas not always a good man and many times I claimed necessity as an excuse. Butit is not always necessary to be brutal, or callous. Only now, at the end of theworld, doI understand that" Emily narrowed her eyes. "Then you really think it is ending, Li Yuan?""Assuredly so. The only question now is whether it is DeVore or thesenew forms 
-these floraforms, as you call them - who inherit That is why,yesterday, Ilaunched a full scale assault on DeVore's forces. We struck from space,targeting his main nerve centres. We hit his camps and factories, hiswarehouses and spaceports. But in doing so we left ourselves open to counter­attack, andDeVore was quick to retaliate. He hit our satellites. Put out oureyes.""And the Three Palaces?" Emily asked."Have survived, it seems. They were too heavily defended. None of ourrockets got through. Yet his strength is broken.""So now ifs cat and mouse." Li Yuan nodded. "Our time on this planet is over. We must seek ourdestiny 
elsewhere. But I will not go without a fight"
Emily smiled. "Nor I."
"Then let us talk of strategy." Li Yuan paused. "I believe that DeVore
means to 
destroy it all."
It was Daniel who interrupted. "Everything?"
Li Yuan nodded. "Everything. And the quickest way to achieve that would
be to 
destroy the oxygen generators. It would make this planet a barren,
lifeless 
waste." He sighed. "Indeed, if my information is correct, he has begun
already."
The news clearly shocked Emily. "What have you heard?"
"That the Iceland Station was hit, yesterday, just after
dark." 
And now Hannah felt that same shock reverberate within her. So it was 
finally
happening. DeVore had finally had enough of the game. He was kicking
away the
legs of the board by systematically destroying Chung Kuo's
atmosphere."So whafs
to stop him?" Emily asked, her voice much smaller than usual.
"Us," Li Yuan answered. "I've set up temporary defensive positions
about the 
remaining eight generators in Europe. But they are only temporary, and
were 
DeVore to make a concerted effort against any of those forces, he would
succeed." 
"Then what is to be done?" Daniel asked. 
"We must outguess him. Work out where he means to strike next and be
there." Li 
Yuan smiled. "And then it will be him or us. A battle to the last" 
"And if we win?" Emily asked. "Do we then turn and fight the
floraforms?" 
"No," Li Yuan answered her. "If we win we leave here. Find a new home."
"So you have become a Dispersionist in your old age?" Emily laughed at
the irony
of it "Then Ward was right."
"So it seems," Li Yuan said, smiling in agreement "Things change. We
cannot 
stand still. That is the lesson of history, neh, Han A?"
Hannah, addressed directly, blushed. She gave a little bow,
acknowledging the
truth of what Li Yuan had said, then looked to Daniel, who was staring
at her, a
mixture of love and pride in his eyes.
"Then we will do as you say," Emily said, giving Li Yuan a tiny bow of
respect.
"The years have given you great wisdom, Li Yuan."
"Maybe," Li Yuan acknowledged. "But then I have had a good teacher." 

Tuan Ti Fo sat in the sunlight in the space between the palaces, the
board 
before him, the game balanced at a crucial stage.
It was there that DeVore came upon him. 

"Master Tuan?" Old Tuan looked up. "Will you play, Howard?"DeVore stared back at him, astonished. "How did you get here? Theguards ...""Are only human." Tuan smiled calmly and gestured to the seat facinghim. "Come. You've time to play one last game withme, surely?"DeVore sat, bemused, then, with a tiny shrug, focused on the board. Atonce his attention was drawn into the pattern of thestones. "Ahhh ..." he said, the noise like the sighing of the wind. For a longtime after that he was silent, concentrating, then he looked up, meetingTuan's eyesonce more. "You are white, Itake it'" But Tuan Ti Fo shook his head. "This once I am black." "But..." DeVore looked back, surprised. "Then who haveyou been playing?"Tuan laughed, a gentle, mocking laughter. "Why you, of course. Do younot recognise your own play, Howard? Or have you forgotten everything,brother?" "Forgotten?" And then he noted what Tuan had said. "What do you mean,brother?" "Then you have indeed forgotten."Tuan seemed to swell, to extend himself backwards, changing even as hedid,until a huge, giant spider squatted in his place - a great metallicbeast with two abdomens and long, steel spikes for legs.DeVore's eyes were wide now, but not with surprise; hisexpression was one of recognitioa"AiyaV he said softly, putting a hand to his brow. And even as he did,his human form seemed to split like a husk and his true form emerge. Yet whereasTuan's form was beautiful and polished, like a sculpture of burnished steel,his own was mottled and cracked, as if it had been subjected to intense heatThe two Edderimmaru glared at each other across the tinyboard. "So now you know," Tuan said, speaking in his own tongue. "So finallyyouremember." He laughed, then gestured with one long, spindly arm towardshis twin. "It is a pity you did not look after yourself better"DeVore was silent for a time, then tried to speak, but his voice, likethe greatshells of his twinned abdomens, wascracked and brittle. What came out was a squeaky whine, like the soundtwo pieces of metal make when they are ground together. He tried again."Why did you wake me?' 
Tuan's smile was a yard long. "So that you would know. At the end.""Know?' "Why you had to die. Why there was room for only one of us in theuniverse." Tuan vanished. With a great shudder, DeVore returned to his humanshape. But nowthat shape was creased and torn, the frail flesh barely held togetherwhere the great Edderimi-naru shape had burst from it.DeVore stood, blood dripping from his hands and chin. He staggeredforward,spilling the stones from the board, then went down onto his knees, agreat groanripped from deep inside him.For a moment he stayed there, his head down, eyes closed. Then, slowly,he lifted his head again and his eyes popped open. Steel-blue eyes thatnow remembered everything."Of course ..." 
Li Yuan stood on the slope above the meadow, watching as the last ofthe teams prepared to depart They had decided to concentrate on just three of thegenerators; those in Norway, Southern Spain and - closer to home - thecentral generator beneath Geneva, sending a force of five thousand men andheavyarmaments to bolster the current defensive strength.DeVore could easily hit elsewhere. But the chances were that he'd hitone or other of those three, and when he did, they would attempt to keep himthere - to pin him down - until they could bear such strength upon him that hewould break. We are fortunate my ancestors considered everything, Li Yuan thought,recallingwhat he'd been shown - long ago, when he was but a boy - about thegenerators.Unlike their Martian equivalents, Chung Kuo's oxygen generators hadbeen buried deep in the crust of the earth,where even a nuclear strike could notdestroythem. Moreover, they vented over an area of several hundred squaremiles. To destroy one, you had to take the "tap" - the head of the great shaft -and then travel down almost a mile. It was possible, of course, that DeVore had already mined them.Possible, butnot likely. Not if what Li Yuan's spies had told him was true. No, ifhis information was correct, DeVore had thought he could defeat thefloraforms. Until two days back. 
And that was why he'd come. To stop DeVore. To keep Chung Kuo alive,
even if 
humankind were not to benefit For the floraforms were life, if of a 
strange,
transmuted kind. And life - life of any kind - was preferable to the
nullity
DeVore wished for. 
It was all a question of direction.
Li Yuan sighed, then began to make his way down towards his own
cruiser, which
waited, the ramp extended, the hatch open, not fifty metres away.
All was arranged. Li Han Ch'in and Emily knew what to do. He was not
needed now. 
He had led them to this point, now it was up to them to carry out his
strategy.
It was time for him to make his peace with an old friend. To see him
and talk 
with him one last time before he left. 
Li Yuan smiled, then stepped up onto the ramp, making his way inside.
Yes, and maybe well have rabbit stew for supper. 

Li Han Ch'in frowned, then scratched his head, amazed. "Master Tuan?
What in the 
gods' names are you doing
here?" "I was hoping to speak to your father, but it seems he has
already gone."
"Gone?" Han Ch'in looked about him. "You must be mistaken, Master Tuan.
He said 
nothing about going."
Tuan smiled benevolently. "I think you'll find he's gone to see
Shepherd."
"Shepherd?" Han Ch'in shook his head. "But Shepherd's with DeVore."
"Again, I think you'll find . . ."
"... that I am mistaken." Han Ch'in huffed. "What are you doing here,
Master 
Tuan?" 
"I'm here to bring you a message."
"A message?"
"From Ward. You do remember Ward?" 
"But isn't he ... well, out there somewhere."
"Yes. But he's coming back."
Han Ch'in laughed. "Then he'll be too late, I'd say, unless he's
already in
orbit." He paused, narrowing his eyes. "Is he?"
Master Tuan shook his head. "Not at all. In fact, he's close on eleven
light
years from here right now. But he says to watch for him."
"To watch ..." Han Ch'in roared with laughter. "Now I know you are
teasing me,
Master Tuan!" 

A log fire crackled in the grate, throwing patterns of golden light
across the 

shadowed room. The polished frame of the fireguard gleamed. Outside,beyond theopen casement window, the day was ending, the sky slowly fading fromblue to black. Inside the two friends talked, reminiscing over a world thatseemed as insubstantial as a dream. "Chung Kuo is ending, Ben."Ben laughed; a soft, amused laughter. "It ended long ago, Yuan. Whatwe've been witnessing are post-mortem effects.""You think so?" "Oh, I know so. I was fooled for a while. I thought...""What?" "Oh, that history would go on forever. But I forgot how frail we are asa species. Silly really. I always prided myself on my sense ofperspective.""You think if s futile, then, leaving here?""Not futile. Nothing's futile, except suicida But it will only delaythings. Ilike the idea of the floraforms: of something better than us, biggerthan us,inheriting the world. If s a better idea than DeVore's. Evolution, notdevolution. It has to be applauded, don't you think?"Li Yuan shrugged."I'm not so sure. I liked human beings. They were... troublesome, I guess, buttheir capacity for love was great""You always were sentimental, Yuan. It was your weakness.""And you were always hard. That was your weakness. But you've changed.You've changed a great deal since we last met I was ... well, uncertain whatI'd find." "I am less mad than I was." Li Yuan laughed, then sipped from the glass he held. For a moment hestared into the bright red liquid, watching the flames dance within it Then hesighed."There is so much that I would have done differently, if I could.""You did as you were fated to do."He looked up, meeting Ben's eyes. "No. I used to believe that, but itwas an excuse. I could have chosen differently, but I didn't I governed ChungKuo badly. I let emotion rather than reason govern my actions.""Well... I won't argue with that Fei Yen, for instance.""An obsession ..." "Yes. But understandable. It must have been wonderful making love toher ..." "Ben!" Ben looked across. Meg was standing in the doorway, the baby asleep onher shoulder. "Well, if s true," he said, grinning at her. "Not that I'm envious inthe least I have been the most fortunate of men in that regard." 
"And selfish," Meg said, mollified somewhat by his comment"Oh, that I don't deny. Yet I do question whether we could have actedother than we did. My obsession with death, for instance. What was that but anexpressionof my deep mistrust of existence? I was an experiment, damn it! Aclone! Whyshould I not think myself unreal?""Do you really think it was that, Ben?" Li Yuan asked, a strangecompassion inhis tone. "Part of it," Ben answered. "And there the floraforms have theadvantage overus, I feel. They can control the DNA they have inherited from us.""You think we've been controlled then?" Ben laughed. "Of course we have. Machines, that’s all we were. Machinesof flesh. Mere sensory keyboards." He looked into the flames of the fire."When youthink how many generations there have been. Six million years, and whatwas the result? An orgy of self-destruction."He looked up again, meeting Li Yuan's eyes. "I'd say that whoever madeus playedwet chi. Not only that, but he was a lover of the long game. But he gotbored. The experiment turned sour and he abandoned it""You believe that?" Ben grinned. "Not entirely. But it's one explanation."Li Yuan frowned. "You've not entirely changed, then?""Not entirely. I didn't grow dumb when I grew kind.""No ..." Li Yuan paused, then drained his glass. "I really ought togo.""Whaf s happening?" Ben asked. "I mean ... out there.""A war. Another war." "The last?" Li Yuan smiled. "I think so." "And when if s over?" "We either leave or we don't" He paused, then. "You can come, Ben. Infact, Icame deliberately to invite you."Ben smiled. "I'm grateful It was ... well, nice of you, I guess.But..." "We'd love to come," Meg said, coming across and standing beside LiYuan,looking down at him, even as she rocked the sleeping child. "Your offeris most graciously accepted.""Meg..."She turned. "No, Ben. We have the child to think of. And Li Yuan'sright Thereis no future here. This world - this human world - is ending. If s timewe left Time we sought a new home."Ben stared at her a while, then shrugged. "Then so be it"Li Yuanlaughed andclapped his hands. "But thaf s tremendous news! We could leave at once. 
We could 
be there in two hours." 
But Meg was staring now at Ben, her dark eyes mirroring his own.
"Tomorrow," she
said, soothing the child's head with her hand. "We'll leave here on the
morrow." 

Ben woke to hear voices out in the garden. He went to the window and,
drawing
back the curtain, looked out Li Yuan's cruiser was still there - an
extraordinary sight in that rough uncut field of grass, its emblematic
golden
dragon embossed upon the old flag of the American Empire.
The hatch was open and Ben could see Li Yuan himself standing just
within the 
shadows, talking. For a moment he stood listening, then, with a word or
two of 
Han, he turned and came back down the ramp, gathering up his long silks
with one 
hand as he hastened back to the house. 
Ben threw on a wrap then went down to the kitchen.
Meg was standing at the hob, making breakfast. Li Yuan sat nearby,
cradling a
cup of steaming apple ch'a.
As Ben stepped into the room, Li Yuan looked up. "Ben..."
Noting his despondency, Ben went across and sat, facing Li Yuan across
the 
scrubbed pine table. "What is it?"
'If s DeVore. He's hit two of the generators. One in Northern Poland
and another 
in Lapland."
"Destroyed?"
"Totally."
Ben nodded thoughtfully, then. "Do we know what kind of
effect this is having?"
'There have been violent storms. With each generator he knocks out, the
strain 
on the others grows. Air flows out to fill the gaps." Li Yuan
shuddered. "It is 
as if he is poking holes in the planet's lungs."
"Hmm. Then maybe you should adopt a more aggressive policy. Don't wait
for him 
to come to you. Go to him."
Li Yuan smiled bleakly. "And if in the meantime he takes out yet more
generators?"
"Then that is a risk you must take, Li Yuan. He must be stopped, and
stopped
quickly."
Li Yuan sighed heavily. "I wonder if if s worth the death of any more
of my
people. I wonder if we shouldn't just go and let DeVore fight it out
with the 
floraforms." 
"And leave him here, triumphant? You want that?"
"No, but..." 

"Then fight, Li Yuan. This one last time. Make sure he doesn't have abase to extend from. If DeVore survives here, you will be safe nowhere. Noteven if youcross the galaxy."Li Yuan thought a moment, then nodded. "All right But you will comewith me,neh? And be my advisor, like old times?"Ben looked to Meg, who had turned to watch them. She smiled and gave atiny nod."Okay," Ben said and, smiling, reached across to take Li Yuan's handsin his own. "Like old times." 
The cruisers drifted in, like bees on a summer's day, their lazy dronefillingthe valley long before their shadows fell upon the outpostBombs fell, hanging in the air like rows of chimes before they explodedwith a flash and huff, a rapid succession of detonations, earth and treesthrown upamidst the roil of smoke and flame And then the hidden guns opened up. Rockets streaked across the burningvalley,homing rapidly upon their targets. More detonations. Craft exploding inmid-air or tumbling, flaming to the valley floor. And then a kind of silence,with onlythe roar and crackle of flame. Dense smoke drifted across the valley. The burning pyres of ruinedcraft littered the Edenic scene. And then cheers. Cheers from the hidden gunners. Elation from thedefenders of the generator. They had won. They had beaten off the attacking force.They wandered out from beneath their camouflage nets, clapping eachothers' backs as they looked out over the burning ruins that dotted the lengthof the valley. Not a singlecraft had escaped. They'd nailed the lot Broadgrins gaveway to whoops of excitement.And then a faint rumble. A rush of wind. From the far end of the valleysomething dark and sleek whizzed past them like abullet Heads turned, mouths open in shock. And then the mountainside lifted,as if a dark wall of earth and rock had emerged from deep beneath the surface.The shock wave rippled through the earth to where they stood, knocking them fromtheir feet, throwing their guns - their feeble rocket-launchers -fifty metresinto the air. And then it fell on them. 
For a minute, two minutes there was silence. And then there came the
faint yet
distinctive drone of cruisers. 
Only this time there would be no opposition. 

DeVore stepped down and looked about him at the burning valley.
"Perfect," he said, the word muffled by the breathing mask he wore.
Already the
weather was changing, great cyclones sweeping across the central plains
of 
Europe as the air slowly gave out. One by one he was picking them off.
And all 
Li Yuan's attempts to second-guess him were futile.
When it came to the endgame there was no better player. Besides, he
remembered 
now. He knew now just why he had to win this game.
Ward. Ward was the stone that turned it all 
Yes, and he must be drawn back here. Must be enticed to come. For
sentimental 
reasons if no other. 
And he would come. 
As they brought the great excavator across, he stretched and yawned,
feeling the
stitches pull in the wounds where his surgeons had sewed him up.
He did not need this form much longer now, but for a while longer it
would serve 
him. Until he had Ward in his web. And then he'd show himself, even as
the 
sticky strands wrapped about his adversary.
The thought of it made him grin. He could feel his true shape buried
within him,
just there, on the other side of reality. Less than a breath away.
Closer than 
the width of an atom. 
There where the black wind blew eternally.
And soon it would blow here too. The breath of the vacuum, into which
he had 
been born, and in which he had had his being.
How strange that Tuan should seek to deny that heritage. But so it had
ever been 
among his kind, the weaker of the twins drawn always to the sun's
misleading
warmth, while the stronger...
Blood seeped from the wounds. DeVore relaxed. His time would come.
Soon. Very
soon now. Until then he'd play the Man. 

Emily stood in the doorway, weeping for the last of her sons who now
lay dead
upon the mortuary slab.
And so she had lost them all. All whom she had loved. All but her last 
adopted
son, Daniel. 

The thought of it made her want to lie down beside them and embracethat long,cold sleep. She kept seeing them in her mind, picturing them laughingand happy,as they'd been but days ago. The very best of sons. Dead now. Cold andpale anddead. And she still alive. She who had survived the worst the world could throw at her. Pained, she pressed her hands together, then, whispering a last"farewell",turned and left them there. Her boys. Her beautiful boys.Daniel met her just outside and held her, embracing her, his hand ather neck,his voice mumbling soothing words into her ear. But her grief wasbeyond words.Seeing them thus had finally brought home to her the price she'd had topay allthese years. The endless loss. The endless grief she had been forced toendure. Eat bitter. So the Han said. Eat bitter and endure. And so she had. But now she'd had enough of it Now it was time to end this struggle, one way oranother.The news was bad. DeVore had now hit six of the twelve generators. Greatstorms were raging, blowing like a dragon wind across the continent.And still there was no word from Li Yuan. Where is he? she wondered, easing back out of Daniel's embrace. Wherein the gods' names has he got to?"What is it?" Daniel asked. "Li Yuan. He should be back by now.""He's on his way. We got a signal ten minutes back.""Ah ..." She hesitated, then. "We should send ships out to meet him andescort him back. If DeVore intercepted that signal...""I've already done it""Yes ..." She patted his arm. Of course. Daniel thought of everything."Come then, lef s go and see Han Ch'in."Han Ch'in was waiting for them in the tent they'd set up in the meadow.He was leaning over the map table, checking the positions of his forcesagainst thelatest reports of DeVore's movements."So where is he?" Han Ch'in turned and bowed respectfully. "Thaf s what I'm trying towork out, MuCh'in Ascher. According to our spies in the field there have been threesightings in the last two hours. But it doesn't make sense. There's noway hecould have got from one location to another so quickly." "Then he'susing copies." "Thafs what I thought But that contradicts my father'sinformation." "Then perhaps Li Yuan's spies were wrong."Han Ch'in hesitated, then shook his head. "Our information was the bestThe verybest If DeVore had copies, we'd have heard. No. Something else is goingon. Something we don't quite understand just yet.""Hmmm ..." Emily took the report from Han Ch'in and studied it, thenlooked to the map. "I see what you mean. If s as if he's jumping from place toplace.""Wearing seven-league boots, eh?" And Han Ch'in laughed. But then hegrewserious again, listening to a report coming inon the transmitter in his ear. He gave a tiny nod then looked to Emily."Father's coming in. Right now. But they've been attacked. Two of ourships werehit" "Aiya ..." Emily turned, looking to Daniel. "Daniel, go and organise awelcomingparty. Stretchers and surgeons. And be quick ..."But Daniel was already gone. Emily turned back, looking to Han Ch'in,then,without a word, both of them hurried from the tent, heading for themakeshift landing pads at the far end of the meadow. 
As it limped in over the brow of the hill, Emily could see at once thatLi Yuan's cruiser had been badly hit There was a great dark gash down oneside of the craft, and as the sunlight glinted against its hull she could seethe tell-tale pock-marks of shellfire.As it settled awkwardly on the pad, the hatch hissed open. Medicalcrews,standing to the side, barely waited for the ramp to unfold beforescrambling onboard. Emily waited, heart in mouth, staring at the darkness of the hatchway.For a moment nothing, then a figure stepped out into the sunlight. A woman,clutchinga child to her breast Behind her, one hand resting lightly on hershoulder, wasa middle-aged man.Shepherd! It was Ben Shepherd and his sister!As they came down the ramp, Emily went across to greet them. But evenbefore she could say a word, a mobile stretcher rattled out and down the ramp,four orderlies hastening to get the stretcher's occupant to the tent wherethey couldgive him attention. 
"If s Li Yuan," Ben said, even as Emily recognised the ring upon thehand that lay outside the blankets. "He took a piece of shrapnel. I staunched thebleeding, but..."And now that she looked at Ben she saw how the whole front of his shirt was covered in blood. "He's dying," Ben said."No," she said, over-insistent "No, we can savehim." "You can keep him alive, yes."Emily stared at Ben, frightened by his words. "What do youmean?" "Half of his brain's gone, thaf s what I mean. So even if you did savehim, itwouldn't be Li Yuan you're saving. You'd do better to reactivate hiscfang."The coldness in Shepherd's voice surprised her, yet there was somethingin his eyes that contradicted that This had hurt him. Hurt him badly.'It can't..." she began."Can't what? End like this? Of course it can. You think he was immortal?" "No, if s just..."But she couldn't say. Not to Shepherd, anyway. To have been reconciled
-to have found such a good friend in such awful times; an unexpected friend, andthen to have had him snatched away like this. It was unfair.But then Shepherd was right. The world wasn't fair. The world was as itwas. It was up to them to make it fair orunfair. She wiped away the tear that had rolled down her cheek, then nodded."Is that why he went? To fetch you?""So it seems." Emily shivered. '1 thought you were enemies.""We were. And then we weren't. Something changed him. Changed himprofoundly. Hewas ... different" "Yes," she nodded. It was exactly how she'd felt in his presence. As ifLi Yuan had somehow found the thing each one of them was looking for. Yet eventhen he'd fought Even then he'd still concerned himself with the business of theworld. To put things right. Yes, and to stop DeVore from triumphing, becauseunless he could be stopped nothing mattered.Against DeVore, inaction was not an option.But now Li Yuan was dying. Li Yuan, who had been their beacon of hopein these final days.And when he dies, will hope die too?Touching Ben's arm again, Emilyhurried pasthim, heading for the operating theatre, wishing as she'd never wishedfor anything before that Ben was wrong. 
A faint mist swirled about the pit and then was gone, sucked outward itseemed,like a tide receding, and as it did, so the greenery about the pitbegan toshrivel up and die, a false autumn making the trees shed their leaveswith an unheard sigh.It was cold now. A frost rimed the bare earth. And overhead, where ahole was slowly forming in the atmosphere, one could see the stars winkingmercilessly inthe blackness of the vacuum. At the far end of the valley a cruiser lifted and, banking as it rose,headed south. Towards the Wilds. Towards the final confrontation. 
The wind was blowing strongly now, tearing at the thorny shrubs thatclung tothe mountain's slope and threatening to prise Emily from the rockycrevice in which she stood, peering out over the edge of the valley wall. Hugeblack clouds had formed on the horizon. There was a distant rumbling. Flashes oflightningregularly lit the darkening evening sky.She was still standing there, one hand shielding her eyes, when Danielcame to her. "Ifs over," he said, raising his voice to combat the noise of thegrowing storm."Ah..." She felt an immense sadness. It was as if the world itself had ended with his death. The last Pang. The last great ruler of the Earth. Thelast aristocrat There was a time when she would have applauded that But not now.Daniel nudged her gently. "Look," he said, pointing down the slope andto the left She looked. There was a swirl of dust and grain and then a manappeared, asif he had stepped from the air."Floraforms," Daniel said, leaning close and speaking into the shell ofher ear. "They've been forming all afternoon." Emily turned, wide-eyed, to stareat Daniel. "Why didn't yousay?"He shrugged. "I wasn't sure what it meant."They both watched a moment as the man-like shape walked on a pace ortwo, smallswirls of black wisping from his arms and legs and back. He stopped, lookingdown at the palms of his hands, then he shimmered and was gone, a greatswirl of seed and dust and grain marking where he'd been.Emily shivered. The world was growing strange. Stranger than she couldever have imagined as a child."What do you think they want?" she asked, shouting acrossat Daniel. "To be," he answered. "I think they're trying out their powers. Seeingwhat theycan do." She watched a moment longer. Saw how it tried the shapes of animals andbirds,each time reverting to a swirl of dust, then looked to Daniel again."Okay," shesaid. "Let's go back. If s time we paid our respects."Daniel nodded. But he did not say what he'd been thinking. Emily, heknew, hadnot seen it properly, but he had. The shape the floraform had made hadnot been just any man, it had been Michael. Somehow it had sensed Emily'spresence thereand - who knew how? - had drawn the memory from her.But why? What did it mean by it?He walked on, following her back up the mountainside, his eyes flickingfrom side to side, looking for any sign of threat among the stones andshrubs. Not that it mattered now. 
They had made him up and dressed him in his finest robes, then placedhim in his coffin. The same coffin he had brought with him from America.Han Ch'in stood to the left of the coffin, Kuei Jen to the right asEmilyentered the tent They half turned to look at her andsmiled - the same sad smile that made her realise for the first time how close in blood these two men were, though one was now a woman."I'm sorry," she said.Han Ch'in met her eyes, a great dignity in his own. "They say he didnot suffer." "No ..." She walked across, then stood beside the dead man's head, looking downinto his pale, uncaring face.And so it ends. Each man a story. Each man a patchwork of things known and thingshidden from the sight of others. Though few men lived as much within the public eyeas a Tang, an Emperor.She looked up, meeting Kuei Jen's eyes. "Your father was truly a Son of Heaven." Kuei Jen stared back at her strangely, then shrugged. "He was a veryhuman man. With human frailties. I would remember him thus, not as an Emperor.""But in the end ..." she began."In the end he was a great man," Han Ch'in said. "And yet Kuei Jen isrightIndeed, my father knew it at the last A stronger man might have donebetter with the burden he was given. A more determined man."Emily sighed. How strange, at this moment, to find such words in themouths of Li Yuan's sons. At such a time one might have expected even the mosthonest man to fall into platitudes."It was his request," Kuei Jen said, noting the puzzlement in Emily'seyes."That we spoke honestly of him after his death. No lies. No plasteringover of the cracks. And it is better thus, I feel.""Perhaps."She looked back at Li Yuan's face, so peaceful now that it was freed ofall responsibility. How dreadful that must have been, to have carried thatburden all those years. To find oneself responsible not just for oneself andone's immediate family, but for all men.Father to forty billion orphans.Emily shuddered, seeing it for thefirst time as it must have seemed to the young Tang. No wonder he had turned his backon it,for to face that every day would have broken even the stoutest spirit.No wonder he sought consolation between a woman's legs.It was only human, after all. One needed to be a kind of god to take onsuch a burden. Or not to care at all. Like DeVore. She bowed respectfully, then backed slowly away, nodding to each of LiYuan's sons in turn. And then out, out into the late evening air, past the flickeringtorches and the bare-headed guards. Out into the flickering light of the growing storm.Out On the last night of the world. 
Dawn came bleak and white, a thin mist veiling the mountainside. Downin the meadow there was the cough and whine of turbo engines starting up, thebark of orders as the dead Tang's forces were loaded into the waiting craftHan Ch'in stood on the brow of rock overlooking the meadow, Kuei Jen athis side. He was to lead the attack today. They were only waiting for the word and they would go."Come on ..." Han Ch'in said impatiently. "He can't hide a wholefucking army.""Be patient, brother," Kuei Jen said. "They'll find him. And then we'llhave him." But Han Ch'in's patience had run out "If s wrong," he said, making afist of his right hand. "He should have seen it, Jenny. He should have been thereto see DeVore strung up, all justice done."Kuei Jen looked down, affected by the naked violence of his brother'semotion. It was how he felt At least, how the dormant male within him felt"He will be watching us."Han Ch'in shuddered with indignation. "I wish I could believe that..."He stopped and turned, then relaxed. "Oh, if s you, Daniel."Daniel hastened down to them. "It's come." Han Ch'in's face lit. "We know where he is?" Daniel grinned fiercely. "We have a fix on him." "Where,dammit, boy!Where is he?" Daniel laughed. "He's coming here. The fucker's cominghere!" 
Kuei Jen buckled on his body armour, kissed his children goodbye, thenwalked over to the tent where his father's coffin lay.Guards formed a human barrier about the tent, their heads bowed inrespect forthe great man who lay dead within.Kuei Jen pulled back the flap and stepped inside. The lamps had burnedthemselves out long ago, yet in the darn's light he could see thecoffin clearly.He took two steps then stopped."Aiya ..."The word was a breath of disbelief. The coffin was empty. Or almost so.For where his father's body had lain was now a single white feather.He stepped across, gaping at the sight, then turned, looking about him,as if at any moment his father would step from the air.But Li Yuan was gone.Kuei Jen swallowed, then reached in, picking up the feather almostreverently,feeling how soft its down was, like silk, the white so pure it almosthurt the eyes.He knew what this meant Knew because, like all Han, he had learned thelegend asa child. Even so, some rational part of him was loathe to believe thatit was true. 
An immortal. His father had become an immortal. That was what the feather meant He let it fall, then, turning, hastened to the flap and stood there,bellowingacross the field, calling for Han Ch'in. 
CHAPTER-22 nightfall in the paradigm worldThe head lifted out of the blackness of the desktop and smiled."Yuan? You fancy lunch?"Li Yuan grinned back at his elder brother, then eased back in hishydraulicchair. "I've a few things to do here, but yes. Where d'you want tomeet?" "Yang's. In Kennedy Avenue. I'll be there at one.""Make it half-past""Okay."The head winked, then reformed back into the blackness of the surface.Li Yuan looked up, across the busy trading room. Nearby his partner, Cho Yi,was hard at work, head down, the lead that connected him directly to the terminalflexingand unflexing as he ducked this way and that He was a big man, asoutherner from Hunan, and like all of his uncles on his mother's side, he had gonebald in his late twenties. Now, in his early seventies, he seemed eternal,unchanging.Yuan smiled. Cho was one of those people who had a very basic approachto things. When he read a letter, his lips formed the words, when hetalked, hespoke as much with his hands as with his mouth, and when he was pluggedin, hiswhole body responded to the datastream, as if all those computer-simulated images really existed somewhere.But for all that, Cho was a genius, and more than half the reason whySpring Daywas so successful. It was Yuan's father's firm, but Cho was seniorpartner. Andrightly so. Without him they'd have been sunk long ago.Cho looked up and, finding Yuan watching him, did a double-take. Heraised a hand, as if to say "I won't be a minute", then, with a flourish on thekeyboardin front of him, cut connection, the wire snaking back into the consolewith a swish and a clunk. "What is it?" Cho asked. "I'm meeting Han Ch'in for lunch. Half one at Yang's. You want to come?We could get the dung to cover."The clung was a computer simulant, designed by Cho and programmed tooperate the way Cho operated, complete down to the last idiosyncrasy. When the dungwas running there was no way - in the short term - that anyone could tellthe difference from Cho himself. But Cho, Yuan knew, did not like to leavethings inthe hands of mere machines. "I don't know," Cho said, frowning, the lines in his forehead like thelines in a piece of old carved ivory."This once," Yuan pleaded. "You know how much Han loves your company.Put a limit on the dung's transactions. An hour, Cho. What can go wrong in anhour?" Cho answered him sternly. "A tremendous amount But this once I'll comeIf s agessince I saw Han. Whaf s he doing now?" Yuan smiled. Even this - thissmall chit-chat - was a concession on Cho's part. When the market was open heliked to be dealing one hundred per cent of the time. Making money. Buildingtheir tinyempire. While he talked they missed out on deals, and on the commissionon those deals. While they talked, Spring Day stood still."He's a Major now," Yuan answered; then, gesturing to his own wire, hesaid. "But let him tell you. Come Cho. Lefs make money." 
Across town, in the eastern suburbs of Beijing, DeVore was sitting inthe back of a glide, his legs stretched out in front ofhim, the plush white leather and silk interior extending for yards ineverydirection. The screen between him and the driver's compartment wasblacked out,the screen showing the state of the markets, the colourful 3-D diagramschangingevery momentAll was stable. World trade was flourishing. And with the arrival ofPresident Newell in Beijing tomorrow, there was every indication that thingswould staythat way, especially if he and President Wei agreed to extend thebilateral agreement. And that seemed almost a formality.Yet things were not as they seemed.DeVore spoke to the air. "Tell Wyatt to meet me at the Park. And tellhim to bring the woman. I want to check her outmyself."The woman would be crucial. President Newell liked only a certain type.And if Wyatt was right, the woman was just that type. Getting her into thereception 
was the easy part. Getting her into Newell's bed would be much harder.
Or maybe not, if what he'd heard was right
DeVore steepled his hands before his face and smiled. All was in place
now,
every stone set in its proper place on the board. All, that was, except
the last 
He took a long, relaxing breath, then spoke again. "Opaque the
windows." 
As the ice of the windows cleared, he found himself looking out over a
sprawl of
ancient Han buildings, six to eight levels high, each level smaller
than the 
last, like the steps of a giant pyramid. Hutong, they called these
nests of 
alleyways and rat-runs. They were crawling with life beneath their
protective
meshes - five, six, sometimes even eight families to a living unit,
wallowing in
their own filth. If he'd had his way he would have had them cleared
years ago.
They and the teeming hordes who inhabited them. Yes, he'd have gassed
them and 
bulldozed the district flat And then he'd have built something better.
Something
deaner. 
Below him the airlanes were packed with barely-moving traffic, but up
here he 
was alone. Not that that surprised him. He had paid for exclusive use
of this 
lane. 
He sat back, smiling now, imagining the panic - the pure fear - that
would run 
through that nest of tiny alleyways.
If it worked. 
DeVore grinned fiercely. Of course it would fucking work. He hadn't
spent the
last twenty-five years setting this up for nothing. Why, once it got
going, it
would be unstoppable. The bastards would feed upon themselves like
wounded 
sharks. 
Fear. That was the key. That was the engine that would drive the world
to 
self-destruction. Simple naked fear.
And now he laughed. "Tomorrow," he said, making a toast in the air with
an 
imaginary glass. "Here's to tomorrow!" 

Kim sat there watching K. at work, feeling his own frustration mounting
by the
moment. At last, unable to help himself, he stood.
"Are you sure I can't help?"

K. stopped and turned, looking at him. "I'm almost done now. But if you
want..." 
"No ..." Kim smiled, then slowly sat again. "No, you're right Please, 

carry on."
It was true. It would have taken K. much longer to teach Kim how to
recalibrate 
the machine than for him to do it himself, and time was of the essence.
Even so, he watched, trying to make sense of the tiny alterations K.
was making.
"Earlier, when you were speaking of it, you called it the paradigm
world. Why?"

K. frowned with concentration a moment, then, "You'll see. The moment you enterit. If s different" "How?" But K. was saying no more. He gave the machine one final little tweak,then straightened up, a look of immense satisfaction on his face.He had changed a great deal these past few days. Gone was themoroseness of former days. And no wonder. It was not every day a man got his deadwife givenback to him. Kim stared at his twin admiringly. It was narcissistic, he knew, but hecould not help it. It was like seeing himself in one of those distortingmirrors that gave back a flattering image of oneself. Only this mirror was real. Washimself. "Don't you think we ought to tell the others? I mean... what ifsomething goeswrong?"
K. glanced at him again. "We'll be in and out of there before anyonerealises we've gone. Besides, they'd only argue against it You know they would.""And rightly so." Kim sighed. He was still not sure about this. "Can'twe let Karr know? Swear him to keep it a secret Then if something does gowrong, hecould come after us." 
K. shook his head. "Karr would just go and tell Kao Chen. And Chenwould tell Ebert, and then ..."Kim raised a hand. "Okay. Just you and me. But we find out what"shappening andwe get back. Okay? No risks, nodanger." "Okay. And then ... and only then ... we have thatstrategy meeting. Agreed?" "Agreed." "Good. Then are you ready, Kim? Ifs time to go." 
Yang's occupied the whole of the 135th floor of the old Tiananmenbuilding onKennedy Avenue, overlooking the Imperial Park, Lung Tan Lake to theleft, theTien Tan -the Temple of Heaven - to the right Beyond it, less thanthree miles south, began the megalithic sprawl of the new city, its walls like a breakingwave of glass that reflected back the clouds that drifted past itsupperstoreys.From his seat beside the massive wall-length window, Yuan looked down,his eyesresting briefly on the ancient three-tiered temple. From this height itseemed to jut like an erect nipple from the centre of its great circular base.Yuan smiled at the thought, and found himself momentarily wondering what ithad been like in those days.If he'd been Emperor he would have fucked every beautiful woman in theland. A new one every night.As it was ... He looked away, determined not to dwell on the break-up of his latestmarriage.Across from him, Cho Yi was scanning the desktop comset, checking thatall was well back at the office. As Cho looked up again, he smiled. "All's well.""Good," Yuan said, then turned, in time to see his brother Han comestridingacross the floor of the eating hall towards him, his huge, muscularframe seeming to strain the seams of his uniform.Han Ch'in was wearing his full military regalia and as he moved betweenthe tables, Li Yuan saw how heads turned, giving a tiny bow of respect asthey sawthe three golden stars on his bright red epaulettes.Yuan stood and gave a bow, then, as Han stepped closer, embraced him ina hugthat was returned with equal warmth."Yuan!" Han Ch'in said, showing his perfect white teeth in a wide grin."How are you, little brother?""I'm fine," Yuan said, beaming delightedly. "And you?""Hungry," Han Ch'in answered, and laughed. Then, noticing Cho Yi forthe first time, he whooped. "Master Cho!"Cho Yi stood and gave Han Ch'in a deep, dignified bow, only to begrasped andhugged by Li Yuan's bear-like elder brother."How good to see you, Cho Yi! Are your mother and father well?""They are very well, thank you," Cho said, smiling with pleasure at thepoliteness.They sat, looking to each other and smiling, letting the waiters fussabout them a moment, fixing the sound baffle that would keep their conversationprivate. Asthe glass screen came up about their table, Han Ch'in leaned forward,speakingin a confidential tone. "I had to see you, brother. To tell you the news." 
"News? Are you engaged, Han Ch'in?"Han laughed exaggeratedly. "Gods! Perish the thought! No, littlebrother. MyMasters have given me a special task. I am to look after the AmericanPresident when he arrives later this evening."Li Yuan's eyes widened. "President Newell?"Han Ch'in nodded. 'It is a great honour and may lead toother things.""Other things?" Cho Yi looked doubtful. "A posting," Han said. "To theAmerican Empire. AsConsul." "But you're a soldier, Han," Li Yuan said."As was President Wei." "You are to be Wei's protege, then?" Again Cho's eyes held adepth of scepticism."Not at all. It will be an army appointment.""Then that is different," Cho said with a terse nod of approval. "Butlet us order now. There will be time to talk while our meal is being cooked."Han looked to his brother and smiled, a look passing between them, thenhe turned back to Cho Yi and gave him a tiny bow of respect "You know themenu here, Cho Yi. I would be honoured if you would order for us all."Cho Yi looked up over his menu and nodded, pleased by Han Ch'in'scourtesy. "Asyou wish, Han Ch'in. As you wish." 
The smell of chrysanthemums was overwhelming. Kim, who had just steppedthroughthe burning hoop, reeled and then sat abruptly on the bed, gasping, hiseyeswatering. The air seemed thick and rich, as if he could taste eachmolecule of oxygen.
K. turned to him and smiled. "You see?" "I see," Kim gasped. Yes, andfelt and smelled and tasted the difference. The blinds were down over the windows, yet his eyes still smarted fromthe brightness. As if a giant searchlight was focused on the windowoutside. And that scent! He was drowning ... drowning in his own senses!"Here," K. said, pressing something into his hand, "takethese." Kim blinked, then held the capsules away from him. They seemed to glowin his hand, mauve and yellow, like the abdomens of some strange species ofinsect "Am I hallucinating?"
K. shook his head. "Not at all. This is Reality with a capital R. Whereyou and I come from is but a pale shadow of it This is the real thing. Fullstrength."Kim put out a hand to steady himself, and felt the texture of thefabric againsthis flesh. He felt a shock ripple through him, almost as if it touchedhim, andfelt that he could almost see its surface, its presence was so vivid.Like braille against a blind man's palm.Everything here seemed to shout at him, announcing itself, glaring athim in startling neon colours.He closed his eyes. Then, trusting that K. knew what he was doing, hepopped thetwo tablets into his mouth and swallowed. Even so, he could feel themmove down his gullet, as if he'd just gulped down a pair of bullets.He could feel the flex of the muscles in his chest and abdomen, thetingle ofthe nerve ends in his fingertips.Alive. This world was vividly alive. And he... he was like a radioreceiver in its midst, tuned in to everything.Or like a child, new born to the world.For a moment longer he felt the throb of it pulsing all about him, andthen it began to fade.The smell of chrysanthemums slowly became less prominentHe opened his eyes again and sighed. "Why didn't you give me thosebefore?" K smiled. "Because I wanted you to know. To experience what 7experienced. Andto understand. This is it, Kim. The primary world. The most real ofrealities. This is the one we have to win in. This is the one we've got to makeall of the others conform to." Kim nodded, then looked about him. It was a very ordinary room, nowthat his senses had dulled. There was a single bed, a chair, and a small tableon which there was a lamp and a bowl of flowers.Chrysanthemums.He turned. There was one window, with a blind, and, on the far side ofthe room,a single door. And nothing else. Not even a painting on the plain whitewalls. "Where are we?" "Beijing.""And the year?""It is April in the year two thousand two hundred and fortytwo." "Ah .. ." Kim hesitated, then. "And we are dead here, Itake it?" "We were never born." "You know that for a fact?" 
K. nodded. "I've checked the records. The woman who, in our worlds, was our 
mother, here died childless twelve years ago. And our father, Wyatt,
also had no 
children. They never met We were never conceived."
Kim shivered. "You've been here a number of times?" 
"Eleven in all." 
"And yet you never wrote about it." K. smiled bleakly. "I wrote about
it several 
times, and at length. But then I tore the pages out and burned them."
"Burned 
them? Why?"
"In case he followed me and found out what I was doing." "And what were
you
doing?" "Planning how best to stop him." Him. It could be no other.
"DeVore?" 
"Yes." 
'This is his world?" 

K. hesitated, then shook his head. "No. Not yet But it will be.
Unless we act" 
"Okay," Kim said, feeling more comfortable by the moment "I think you'd
better 
tell me exactly whaf s going on here." 

Cho Yi had gone to relieve himself. While he was gone, Han Ch'in took
the chance 
to speak to his brother of a private matter.
"I did not know you were going to bring Cho Yi," he began, "else I
would have 
said something. But I wanted your advice,
Yuan." "My advice?" Yuan laughed. "Since when did you start
listening to advice, elder brother?"
Han shrugged, as if admitting the mild criticism, then. "What you said
earlier,
about getting engaged ..."
"Then if s true." 
"No. And yet I am in trouble. I have been seeing this woman."
"A married woman?" 
Han looked dawn, troubled. "I wish she were. It would make my present
problem
much easier to deal with. No ... she is pregnant."
"Ah ... And she will not relinquish the child."
Han's eyes came up. "Kill it, you mean?"
"I was trying to be sensitive ..."
Han raised a hand, acknowledging that "No. Nor would I have her kill it
It is my
child, after all. But the woman is common."
"Common?" 
"All right. She's a whore, damn it! I've been seeing her for several
years now."
"But whores ..." 
"Take precautions, yes, but this one didn't"
"So pay her off. Give her an allowance."
"I offered, but she refused point-blank"
"Then cut her dead." 
"I cannot, I..." Han looked down, embarrassed deeply. "I like her,
Yuan." 

"Enough to marry her?"
Han Ch'in nodded. 
"Ah... I see now. The roan in you wishes to marry her, but the Major...
the 
Major is worried what his superiors will say. And as for your chances
of 
becoming Consul..."
"They would cut me dead."
It was true. For a Consul to marry a whore was impossible. It would be
effectively an insult to every wife of every man he met and had
dealings with.
"Aiya..." Li Yuan slowly shook his head, then, seeing Cho Yi coming
back across,
leaned across and laid his hand over his brother's. "Let me mull this 
over for a 
while, dear brother, and consider what would be best to do. Tell her
you will
give her your decision in a week.""And if she will not wait that long?"
"She will wait, Han Ch'in. I assure you. In the meantime write down her
address. 
I will go and see her."
"Do you think that1 s wise, brother?"
"If I am to advise you properly in this matter, I had best meet the
woman, neh?"
Han frowned, then. "I guess so." Taking a napkin, he scribbled down a
name and 
an address, then handed it to Li Yuan. "There," he said, with a
slightly
shamefaced expression. "But please... do not say who you are, Yuan. Not
yet.
I..." 
But Cho Yi was back and no more could be said. Li Yuan pocketed the
napkin, then
looked up, smiling as Cho Yi took his
seat again. "I've made my mind up," Yuan said, smiling at his partner.
"I think I'll have the boiled monkey." 

Kim looked down at his hands and frowned. "Eighty-four billion?"
"Eighty-four billion."
"But how do they feed them all?"
"They don't. Several billion - three, some say four, billion -are
starving in
this world." 
"But that still leaves ..." 
"Eighty billion."
"So?" 
"Mars is a farming world. There are massive greenhouses out there. And
nine-tenths of its output is shipped back here. And then there are the
floating
factories. Great orbital farms many times the size that you and I are
used to." 
"But why? Why did they let it all get out of hand?"
"For the same reasons it happened in our worlds. Because mankind's urge
to 
multiply obeys no laws of reason. And because it suits the people of 

this world to let it be so. Imagine the size of the markets here! The fivePresidents are powerless beside the Heads of Companies. They are the real rulers ofthis world,and that" s why DeVore has chosen the marketplace as his battleground.""The stock markets?" "Yes. And he's about to strike. Tomorrow, if I'm right There'll be atriggerevent of some kind, no doubt, but it was all prepared long ago.""Prepared?""As on our worlds." K. looked at the surprise in Kim's face andlaughed. "Youmean, you didn't know? You think the great economic collapses thatstruck our worlds were accidental? No. They too were DeVore's doing. But in boththose cases he struck too soon. Despite the Century of Blood, as it wasknown, mankindsurvived that body blow."Kim's eyes widened. "Tsao Ch'un?""That's right. Ironic, isn't itf That the great Tyrant should have beenthe one to save us. I've looked upon him with kinder eyes since I've known. Buthere Tsao Ch'un never got his chance. He lived and died in obscurity. Hismoment never came. And DeVore kept his nerve, building his own economic empire
-
a 
shadow empire - within those of the great Merchant Lords." K. sighed.
"Little do 
those great and powerful men know it, but the majority of their
holdings - vast
as they are -are in the hands of their chief enemy. The man who would
bring it
all rumbling down on top of them. He has built a great web of
companies,
connected in such complex ways that even the subtlest-minded analyst
would never 
guess who was the Puppetmaster behind them all."
"And yet you did."


K.
 shrugged. "It was easy. I knew what I was looking for."
"And what was that?" 
"DeVore himself. Once I found him, I found the main root After that I
merely had
to dig."
"But why tomorrow?"
"Because it is the last day of this world."
Kim felt a shock ripple through him. "You know that for a fart?"
"Not for a fact, but I asked the Edderiminaru, and they sense nothing
beyond
tomorrow." 
"Then we shall fail." 
"Only if we do not try to change things."Kim laughed sourly. "That
seems a 
quantum leap of faith. A Vill we, won't we?' kind of affair at best"
"Maybe. But if s the best we've got. I know what DeVore plans. So maybe 



we can 
prevent it If we can only find out what will trigger the collapse."
"It seems a long shot."

K. grinned. "It is a long shot But we've twelve hours at leastin which to do it" "And if we can't?" "Then we kill DeVore. If we can." 
The girl was very pretty. That was, if you liked that kind of full-blown,curvaceous look to a woman. Personally, DeVore liked his women sum andbreastless, like boys."She'll do," he said, looking to Wyatt, who was standing close by,looking onnervously. "You'll get her to the reception at eight Oh, and Edmund.""Yes,Howard?" "Don't go buying any stocks and shares." Wyatt laughed then winked athis old friend. "I shan't" DeVore watched them depart, Wyatt pushing the girlbefore him into the black windowed glide. As the sleek Min Chang HI climbed intoits airlane, DeVore turned away, walking back across the sunlit parktowards where his own white executive glide hovered beside the lake.It was all in place. All organised. The thought of that made him laugh.How ironic it was - that one needed to plan so carefully, to organise soefficiently, to bring about such chaos. And there was no doubt in hismind that there would be chaos, for once the props went, it would all fall down,like a pack of cards. And there would be no building it again. No phoenixwould rise from these ashes. And no one would know why. That was the beauty of it.The humility of it, in fact Let others gloat over their petty triumphs. Hewould destroy a world and have no one there to see it That was humilityindeed. The glide sank to the floor. A door hissed open.As he stepped inside, he wondered for a moment whether he shouldn'tkeep Wyattalive. As witness. Then he dismissed the notion. "No survivors," he said quietly. "Not a single one.""I beg pardon, sir?" the driver said, his sapphire-blue eyes meetingDeVore's in the driving mirror."Nothing," DeVore said, sitting back as the glide began to climb. "Justtake me home, Haavikko. I think I need to rest." 
As they crossed the huge square that marked the intersection betweenthe east and west cities, Li Yuan leaned across and, nudging the dozing Cho Yi,said: "There's something I have to do, Master Cho. A favour for my brother.I'll getthe driver to drop me, then meet you back at the office in an hour."Cho Yi yawned and stretched, then smiled at Li Yuan. "A favour?"Li Yuan nodded. "Okay," Cho Yi said. "I'll mind the fort.""Thanks." Li Yuan looked away, smiling, as much at Cho Yi's attempt at theAmerican colloquialism as at Cho Yi's condition.As ever, Cho Yi had eaten far too much, and now all he wanted to do wassleep.But Cho Yi would never admit that Cho Yi would rather sit there at his desk,plugged in, and snore aloud, than admit he needed an hour's nap.But this once it wouldn't harm. And it would give Li Yuan theopportunity tosort out this mess his brother had created for himself. A whore! Who would have believed it of Han Ch'in? Han Ch'in who could have talked the silk briefs off of any woman in the city!Unless, of course, he'd met her through his workLi Yuan leaned forward, speaking softly to the driver, getting him toset him down three blocks from where he needed to go, conscious of Cho Yisitting therebeside him, eyes closed yet listening.He sat back, closing his handover the napkin in his pocket even as the driver began to take the glide down.What was she like? Was she pretty? Was she young'?Li Yuan closed his eyes, trying to imagine how his brother had reactedto the news. He ought to have asked at dinner, but there had been so littletime. He gave a tiny, shivering sigh. What a mess! What a goddamawful mess! The glide descended, moving into denser air traffic, whileCho Yi, beside him, began to snore again. 
The Madam, it seemed, was her mother. A thin-boned, hard-faced womanwho, heimagined, must have been quite pretty in her time. "Are you sure youwould not have another of the girls?" she asked, her fan fluttering agitatedlybefore her heavily made-up face. She seemed quite reluctant to let Li Yuan havehis specificrequest"I am quite sure, Madam Yin," he answered, standing his ground. "And ifit is a question of the fee, I will happily double it Now show me to her. I amgrowingimpatient" Madam Yin hesitated a moment longer then folded up her fan. "Waitthere," shesaid and ducked back inside. A minute later she returned. "All right But nothing kinky,you understand?"'1 understand." And Li Yuan bowed, even as the Madam's fan started upagitatedlyonce more. "Then follow me." He followed her, through a corridor that stank of perfume and sweat andout through a small ante room into a hallway that had three doors leadingoff it She stopped at the second of them and knocked."Fei Yen! You have a visitor!" Flying Swallow. It was such a pretty name. He commented on it now tothe mother. She gave a grudging nod, a faint colour appearing at her neck where theline of make-up ended. "I am pleased you like it, for she was named aftermyself."NIGHTFALL IN THE PARADIGM WORLD "Then it is doubly pretty," Li Yuan said, and only afterward, as heturned back to face the door, did he think how crass a comment it had been. And yetshe had seemed pleased by it, as if she received few compliments.Yin Fei Yen. Both the name and the face seemed familiar. And yet he hadnever met her in his life before this moment. As the door opened, the girl, who was sat upon the bed in a desultoryfashion,looked up. A moment's hope died as she saw how old he was. He saw howshe looked to her mother, a pleading look, then looked down, in an instantaccepting herfate. And Li Yuan, watching the tiny play in her eyes, felt sickened by itall. Was this what his brother wanted? This? The mother hovered behind him. He turned and pressed the credits intoher hand -four times what had been agreed - then stepped through and pulled thedoor shut behind him. "Well," he said, staring at her again. "So you are Fei Yen."She looked up, a brief defiance in her eyes. But she knew the score.Her mother had sold her to him. For the next hour she was his, to do with as hewished. Did Han Ch'in think of that? Did he picture her with other men everytime he made love to this woman? Oh, she was pretty. A real head-turner, and no mistaking it. But...there was a cold, sour knowledge in her eyes right now that no games of pretencecould ever wash away. She had seen awful things; maybe had awful things done toher, forall the mother spoke of doing "nothing kinky".And then there was the child. "Stand up," he said, no tone in his voice.She stood. "Now turn around." She slowly turned full circle, then looked to him, wondering what hewanted from her next. The child - if child there was in her belly, and as yet hehad no proof - barely showed. She looked, if anything, underweight. The onlyclue to her predicament was a tightness about her mouth, a redness about hereyes - asif she had been crying earlier.So what now?A customer - a real customer - would fuck her. But this was his brother's future bride. Talk, then. He'd talk to her.He went across and sat on the edge of the bed, then patted the spacebeside him. She sat, uncertainly, he saw. As yet she hadn't fathomed him."What do you want me to do?" she asked.He stared into the darkness of her eyes a moment, understanding in thatinstant how his brother might have fallen for this woman; but his purpose wasto check her out To test her. "What do you want?"There was a frown, then: "Sexually, you mean?"He shook his head, his mouth suddenly dry. "From life."Her laugh was bleak. It told him much more than he wanted to know. Shedidn't think his brother was going to marry her. She thought he was only usingher, andthat now she was carrying his child he would discard her.As well he might. For she was a liability to such a man as Han Ch'in.His brother might as well spit in his General's face as marry this one."Well?" he insisted. "What do you want from life, Fei Yen?"He saw how she hesitated, then backed away from the truth that had beenon her lips. She wasn't going to tell him, that wasfor sure. "My own place ... and the means to live."'Til give you it"She had begun to look down, but now she met his eyes again, startled byhis words. "What do you mean?" "Whatever you want Pll give you it And nostringsattached." Slowly her eyes narrowed. "What are you doing?""Nothing," he answered. "Only being kind. Giving a young woman what shewants." She stared a moment longer, then shook her head. 'If s a trick, isn'tit? A game. To make me grateful to you. To get me to do things for you." 
"Why?" he asked, chilled by her train of thought "Whatwould you do?"In answer she stood again and took off her top, revealing pert whitebreasts,the nipples of which stood out like tiny almond buttons.Despite himself, Yuan felt his penis harden. Desire coursed throughhim. She was 
beautiful. More beautiful than any woman he had ever slept with.As she slipped from her briefs, that hardness at his groin becamepainful. Hecould not tear his eyes away from that small dark patch between herlegs."No strings?" she asked, her voice suddenly seductive. "Are you surethere'd be no strings?"Li Yuan swallowed. It would be so easy. There was nothing
-nothing, that was, but his loyalty to his brother - to stop him.She stepped close, her warmth pressing against his knees, then leanedinto him,so that her breasts pressed against his chestHe felt her lips close upon his own and found himself responding, foundhimself placing his hands upon her back, his fingers slowly smoothing their waydown the length of that silken flesh until they rested on her buttocks.Her kisses were like wine. As she lowered herself into his lap, herlegs wrappedabout him, he groaned and, unable to stop himself, pulled her tightagainst him,beginning to rub himself against her."Slowly now," she said, moving her face back from his, her smile asdifferent now as any smile could be from the first look she had given him.He was a customer now. And she a whore. An actress. Yet even though he knew that even though he knew what he was doing waswrong -as wrong as anything he had ever done
-he could not pull away. He wanted her. Wanted her more than he hadwanted anything, or anyone, in his life."Aiya," he moaned, as she reached down and freed his penis from withinthe cloth of hispau. As her fingers gently caressed the tip of itThe feel of it was indescribable. She chuckled, then leaned into him again, her lips on his once more,her movements against him making him whimper now.And then, suddenly, shelifted herself up and he was inside her, fucking her, pushing up into her asif nothingelse in the universe existed but this. He came explosively, shuddering against her, his hands gripping herbuttocks,pulling her down into him, as if he could tear her in two, or pushthrough her.And she, he knew, had come, too. He could feel it, and knew it was no act. 
And as they surfaced from that darkness, he saw the surprise in hereyes, theunfeigned shock."No strings," he said, moving his hands up onto her shoulders, hisfingersgently caressing her neck "No strings at all." 
They went down by lift, then crossed the hall and out onto a crowdedwalkwaythat, so K. later told him, was reasonably empty by the standards ofthis world. Kim paused a moment, noticing the heavy metallic meshes that surroundedeverybuilding, every balcony, then looked to the traffic in the skies andunderstood. Different ways, different rules. He walked on, keeping up with K. Awalkway tookthem up into the heart of another massive building, on the twenty-seventh floor of which K. had hired an office. "I don't understand," Kim said, once they were safely inside the tinyroom, thedoor locked behind them, the "silence baffle", as K. termed it, inplace aroundthe desk. 
K. smiled. "First time I arrived here, I stepped out into the middle ofa park.I almost didn't get back. But after a few visits I decided I'd have tobuy myway into this world and so I stole a few things. Took them back andforged them.Then I came back and hired this place, and the apartment. Made myselfan identity in this world."Kim laughed. "So who are we?""Culver. George Culver."Kim narrowed his eyes, searching his memory, then nodded. "DeVore ...he used that name once, didn't he?""In our worlds. Not in this. Here he has no need for aliases. He has pawnsenough to do his business for him."As he spoke, K. tapped out a code on the keyboard that was embossedinto the desk's surface. Almost at once a pair of screens rose from the surface,lightingup as they did so."First, however, let me show you what he's up to. But bear with me.This getssomewhat technical..." 
K. turned, looking to him, then laughed. "Forgive me, Kim. Sometimes Iforget Iam talking to myself."Kim smiled. "No matter. Just show me how he means to make it all collapse." 
As the exhaust from the great rockets cleared, the band started up,playing avigorous Chinese version of the Star-Spangled Banner, the anthem of the 
States of the great American Empire.As the ramp came down and President Newell stepped out onto theplatform ofAirforce One, a cheer went up from the invited crowd. Han Ch'in,watching fromhis position at the front of that crowd, smiled, then began to walkacross. He had met Newell on several occasions, though not since he'd beenelected President. A nice man, if ineffectual: that was the official view. ButHan knew better. Han knew how hard Newell had fought to keep Sino-Americanrelationshipson an even keel, especially after the Nebraska incident.Showing his pass to the two guards at the barrier, Han Ch'in steppedthrough,then walked across, getting to the foot of the ramp even as Newellstepped fromit Han Ch'in stopped directly in front of Newell and bowed low.As he straightened up, Newell smiled broadly and put out a hand."Major Li! How good to see you again! If s been three years, almost'""Two years, eleven months," Han said, returning the smile even as hegraspedNewell's hand firmly. "If s good to see you again, Mister President""Call me Bob," Newell said quietly, leaning closer. "Lef s cut the shitwhile we're here, eh, old friend?"Han Ch'in laughed. "Whatever you say, sir."Newell raised his head, grinning for the cameras, then walked on,speakingthrough the side of his mouth. "I've managed to leave the wife at homethis once, Han Ch'in, so see what you can do for me, okay? I hear your armyfellas are about to announce their choice of Consul for Washington, so youscratch myback, I'll scratch yours. You understand?"'Til see what I can do." "Blonde and busty. You know the type."Han looked down, trying to keep from laughing. "Whateveryou say, sir."Newell lowered his head, as if he'd given the cameras quite enough ofhis grin,and looked to Han Ch'in again. "You know, I often wonder just how manyof those bastards out there watching this on their screens actually bother toread our lips, or whether they just think we're talking matters of state.""Does it matter?" Han asked, interested by this insight into the man. "Hell, no. So long as my wife ain't one of them!" 
Kim stared at the screen long after it had been cleared, then shook hishead. "Amazing. And you think no one suspects a thing?""I know they don't If they did, they'd do something. His setup breaksthe market's rules in every possible way."Kim nodded. DeVore owned major companies and their subsidiaries, andtheir subsidiaries' subsidiaries. He also owned certain trading companies -those who specialised in buying and selling shares - and commodities agents. Heowned suppliers and retailers, and the security companies that serviced allof these people. But most important of all, he owned the communicationscompanies throughwhich all of these people traded.DeVore owned the numbers on this world. And tomorrow he would set off a chain reaction in the system."I'm only guessing," K. said, "but if I were him I'd start low down,among thelittle companies. Get a few of them to sell at aloss, just as if they know something that the rest of the marketdoesn't. Then I'd use my buyers to stoke up the process - have one or two biggercompaniesinvolved. A couple of the top hundred. Start a mild panic. Then I'd hitwith one of the big boys. Botch, perhaps. Or UCM. Or, best of all, Murdoch Inc.Somethingbasic. Something essential to everybody's lives.""A slitting of his wrists.""His and everyone's, because once this gets going there'll be nostopping it Themarkets will drop like stones, especially if, at first people'sattention is drawn elsewhere." "But where?" 
K. tapped at the pad a moment, then the screen lit up again. It showedthe main Murdoch news channel, Channel 96. A newscaster was talking, a panel onthe wall behind him showing a steaming rocket ship that had just set down atTientsin Spaceport Two great banners flew together behind the ship. One was thered dragon on a golden background of the Chinese Empire, the other the redwhite and blue of the United States, the 69 stars boldly emblazoned in onecorner. As the picture grew to fill the screen, a caption came up in English andMandarin, even as the newscaster spoke again in his best mid-Pacific accent"United States President Robert Newell arrived this evening at BeijingSpaceporton his way to tomorrow's meeting with President Wei. They will meet atnoon at the Imperial Palace to sign the latest draft of the Sino-American tradeagreement...""Oh, shit1" K. said, clearing the screen then looking to Kim. "We'dbest getback immediately." 
Han Ch'in saw her at once, there at the far end of the crowdedreception hall,beside the trader, Wyatt Blonde, extremely busty, and with the kind ofbored look on her face that said "escort" as clearly as if she'd had ittattooed on her forehead. Excusing himself momentarily, he made his way across."Edmund..." Wyatt turned, then smiled. "Han Ch'in! How are you? I hear you'reescorting thePresident""That"s so. And that"s why I've come to speak to you. I have.. . well, a little proposition, shall we say."Wyatfs smile broadened. "You want to deal, Han Ch'in?""There's a room," Han answered, maintaining his dignity, "just alongthe corridor. If we could talk there?" Wyatt looked to the girl. "Wait here, Susan. I'll be twominutes maximum." She stared at him doe-eyed and nodded, then went back to sipping at herdrink and looking about her, a glazed expression returning to her features.Han Ch'in studied the girl a moment, wondering what an intelligent manlike Newell was doing fucking bimbos like this, then, turning back to Wyatt,he gavea tight smile and put out an arm, inviting him through. 
Li Yuan took off his jacket and threw it down on the chair, then wentover to the sink and, turning the tap full on, sloshed waterup into his face.What am I doing? What in fuck's name am I getting involvedin? If Han Ch'in should find out1. But it was too late now. He'd had the girl. And not just once, butthree times. No. He had to go through with it now. Had to. And then, for the firsttime in his life, he'd have to pretend. To Han Ch'in of all people!"Aiya..."Li Yuan turned and looked back through the door at his luxury apartment He had lived here fifteen months now, ever since Hu Sho had thrown him out.Not that he blamed her. It couldn't have been nice to come home and find yourhusband shagging not only your best friend, but her daughter too!And now, once again, his dick was getting him in trouble. Only thistime he could not afford to be caught. This time he had to set things up sothat he couldn't be caught.He went over to the comset and punched out the number the woman hadgiven him.For a moment there was no reply, andthen the screen lit up. " Ahh... Mister Huang. Have you made thearrangements?"Li Yuan nodded, then sheepishly read out the details.He had bought an apartment in Shanghai, using a company account At thesame time he had set up a fund to pay the woman and her daughter enough to liveon for the next thirty years. And not just subsistence living, but a comfortablesum -enough to allow them many little luxuries.But if he knew the mother, she'd find other ways to supplement herincome,promise or no promise.The girl, however, was another matter. He was determined not to shareher. Not now. No strings. The girl had been right to question that, for allrelationships -even of this crude, mercantile kind - had strings. That was how itworked. Maybeit was even why it worked."You'll leave tomorrow morning," he said finally. "The tickets will bewaitingfor you at Central Station, in your name.""First Class?" the woman asked, a tightness born of greed in her face."Of course. And you will be met at the other end and taken to your newapartmentYou will receive a decorating allowance. And there will be specialpayments.""Special?" The woman's eyes lit.'Tor your silence. Which will cease the moment that a word is saidabout this agreement between us.""I understand." "Make sure you do, Madam Yin. Make doubly sure you do."Li Yuan broke contact, then slumped down onto the sofa. He sniffed hisfingers.He could still smell her on him. The very thought of what they'd donemade him stiffen again.No wonder Han Ch'in had wanted her; whore or not Such a woman could robone of all sense. 
Yes, and he would raise his brother's son as his own. Would do well byhim. Make sure he had nothing but the bestBut the thought slipped into the background as he thought again of thewoman and the way she had of presenting her breasts to him, that teasing light inher eyes, and the noises she made."Aiya ..." he said, going across andbeginning tostrip off, knowing that nothing but a cold shower would cure this. "Thegodshelp me for what I've done!" 
The President lay on his back, the girl astride him. As he came, hereached up,burying his head between her breasts.As he relaxed again, the girl straightened up a little, then giggled."That better, honey?" "Fucking wonderful..." "You want me to stay? I can, ifyou want"Newell looked up at her. In the light from the single bedside lamp shelooked magnificent A red woman, not like those tight-arsed frigid littlebitches that manned his office back in Washington. That lot didn't have a decentpair of titsbetween them! "You stay as long as you want sweetheart I sure as hellain't kicking you out!""That"s good," she said, giving him a lascivious smile. "Because I knowone or two tricks you just might like." "Oh yeah?" He raised an eyebrow,interested. "Yeah," she said lazily, reaching up to cup her breasts, her erectnipplesdrawing his eyes. "And I ain't talking about tricks you can teach yourkids." "I didn't think you were ..." He paused, then. "You ever thought ofsettling inWashington?" "You offering me a job?" "I might be. Depends if you passthe interview." She grinned, then reached down, gently taking his flaccidcock in one hand, beginning to coax it back to life. "Well now, let me see ifPve gotthis right..." 
Li Yuan was dozing in the chair by the screen when it came alive."What the .. .?" Cho Yi's ancient, timeless face stared back at him. "Yuan! Wake up! Ifs me. I'm in the office. You must come at once. Something's happening. Somethingbig. I 
need your help!"
"Master Cho?" 
The screen went dead. 
Yuan shook himself, then stood, feeling unsteady. He was tired. To be
honest he 
was knackered after being with the girl. But Cho Yi had sounded
desperate.
Walking across, he took his jacket from the back of the chair and
pulled it on,
then, responding to the urgency in Cho's voice, he went back to the
screen and 
tapped in the code for Rapidcabs.
"Yes, Shih Li? You want a glide now?"
"Yes, Hung," he answered, recognising the young man. "To go to my
office. Fast 
as you can."
The young man looked down, checking something, then looked up again, a
wide grin
on his face. "One minute. He'll be there by the time you get up onto
the roof." 
"Great!" Yuan said. "Bill me double, Hung, okay?"
Hung bowed, hands together. "Very generous, Shih Li. Any time you need
us ..." 
"... I'll phone you."
He cut the connection, then hurried across, turning off the lights
behind him. 
Something big, eh? Now what could that be? 

Turner, Newell's Security Chief, was a big, uncompromising man. He
stood now 
nose to nose with Li Han Ch'in in the corridor outside the President's 
suite,
bellowing at the Han, his face and neck bright red with exertion.
"I don't give a shit what the President wanted! I'm not here to satisfy
his 
fucking carnal needs, I'm here to stop the fucking asshole getting
topped!"
Han Ch'in glowered back at the man.
"You want to do something about it, you knock the fucking door down and
drag her
out. But I don't think the President would be very pleased about that,
do you?"
"I may just fucking do that1" Turner bellowed back at him. "But from
here on you
butt out, alright, Major Li? You keep your fucking nose out of our
fucking
business!"Han Ch'in raised his hands, as if to make peace, but Turner
still wasn't satisfied. 
"Shit knows what went through your fucking head, man! Why, you didn't
even check 
the fucking woman out, did you?" Han Ch'in bristled. "She was with a
reputable
gentleman, who assures me he got her from one of the top escort
agencies. The
woman's been with them five years, and not a hint of trouble." He 

sneered. "What's your problem, Major Turner. You think she's going to fuck thePresident to death?" Turner lifted his chin a little. He clearly wasn't used to be answeredback, andbesides, Han Ch'in was theoretically his equal in rank. But he wasstill not happy."Okay. But you ask me from now on. In fact, you get my fuckingpermission beforeyou do anything that involves the President, okay?' "Okay." Turnereased back a little. "Then good. I'm glad we'reagreed on that"Han Ch'in stared at him a moment, then asked. "What does he usually doon these kind of trips, go in his room and wank?"Turner's lips curled slightly at that, amusement replacing anger. "Hellno. Usually he doesn't have sex at all.""No?" Han Ch'in sounded incredulous. "But the guy's got a libido that"dtake two firetrucks to put out!""What I mean is, usually he's got Mrs. Newell along with him. The IceQueen, wecall her." "Ah ..." Han Ch'in stared at the man a moment, admiring his loyalty toNewell,then, "Hey, I'm sorry. If I'd known I was treading on your toes ..."Turner gave a little nod. "If s in the past. We go forwardfrom here, right?" "Right!" There was a crash. Distant but loud. Bothmen turned and frowned. "What the fuck ...?" The door to the President's rooms flew open. A security guard, gundrawn, lookedout at Turner. "It was inside, sir! From inside his room!"Turner rushed through, followed closely by Han Ch'in. Two men werealready atthe door, trying to break it down. Turner charged it with his shoulder.The hinges gave and popped as he slammed into it.Han Ch'in, stopping in the doorway, saw at once what had happened.Newell lay on the bed, his mouth gagged, his hands tied behind hisback. His throat was cut from ear to ear, blood pooled darkly on the pillows andsheets. Beyond him, on the far side of the room, the curtains drifted in andout in the breeze from the shattered window. The girl was gone.Han Ch'in felt his stomach drop away. This was his fault One hundredper centdown to him. The visiting President was dead, assassinated in a safehouse, and he had introduced him to the killer. He dropped to his knees.Turner examined the body quickly, then turned. His eyes took in thekneelingform of Han Ch'in by the door, then looked past him at his own men, whostood in the doorway, wide-eyed with horror."Hansen, Josephs ... go down and get the body. Then get the messcleared up. Anddon't say a fucking word to anyone, right? Not a fucking word!"They nodded, then turned and disappeared. Turner shivered, then lookedto Han Ch'in again. "As for you, Major Li, you'd better contact your people atonce and find out what you can about this Wyatt fellow. And you'd better letPresident Wei know while you're at it"Han Ch'in glanced up, distraught "I'm sorry, Major, I..."'Just fucking leave it!" Turner barked, all of his pent-up tension inthose four words. "He was a good man. And now he's dead, fuck iti So don't give mesorry,Major LLI don't wanna hear."Han Ch'in gave the smallest nod, then, standing, hurried from the room.Aiya, he thought, thinking of what his superiors would say when theyfound out Ai-fucking-ya! 
Cho Yi was alone in the trading room. As Li Yuan closed the door andwalked across, the old man looked up."If s happening," he said, as if Li Yuan should understand what hemeant "I can't believe it, but it is."Yuan sat on the far side of the desk, puzzled by the look on Cho'sface. He didn't seem troubled so much as bemused. "Okay, what is it? We bought some valueless stock?""You might say," Cho answered, vague to the point ofirritating Li Yuan. "Look ... I could be in bed now, Master Cho. Havewe a problem, or haven't we?"Cho laughed. Again, it was strange, because Li Yuan could not graspwhat was meant by it Was he amused or not? And if he was, then why!"Well?" he asked, when Cho did not answer. "Look for yourself," Chosaid,sitting back and folding his arms' across his chest "See what you makeof it." Yuan frowned, then activated the screen in front of him. For a momenthe simplystared, then his mouth fell open. "Fuck ...""Yes, fuck. Fuck times eighty billion neh?" "Eighty.. .?" Li Yuanlooked up andmet the old man's eyes. This time he did understand. "But can't we ...?" "Stop it?" Cho Yi laughed again. This time Li Yuan had no difficultyplacing ChoYi's laughter. It was the ironic laughter of a man who saw that histime was up."But there are controls, surely?" "Whoever started this removed them.""Removed them? That's not possible, is it?" "Oh, I'd say anything was possible,if youwanted to commit financial suicide. You simply have to bribe men, orthreaten them, or have them killed. And then replace those you've had killed.Until youcontrol the system. And then ... see, Yuan? ... see how if s happeningbefore our eyes? ... you just kickaway the props."Yuan stared at the screen, bemused now. "But who would do that? Who'dhave the power? And if they had the power, then why? It would be like shootingoneself in the head!" "Exactly. But someone has. Someone big."Li Yuan shook his head slowly. "You've made projections?"Cho nodded. "And?" "Freefall," Cho answered, smiling a beaming smile at Yuan. "Straight tothe bottom and out the other side." "But why? I mean, surely someone's spotted whaf s going on? Surelysomeone's taking action?"In answer Cho Yi turned and switched on the news screen just above himand to his right. As it came alight it showed the image of a woman lying ontop of whatlooked like an airduct of some kind. She was quite clearly dead, bloodoozingfrom her in a dozen different places.As the commentary switched in, the camera travelled up the externalwindow-wall of what appeared to be a plush hotel of some kind, until it focused onthe shattered window of a room. "... of what was President Newell's own suite in the prestigious EightDragonsHotel. While the President's spokesman refuses to give details of theincident,it is understood that the President himself was not involved, and wasactuallyat an official reception across town in Ching Shan Park ..."Cho cut the sound then looked back across at Li Yuan. "Rumour is that Newell's dead. Assassinated by the girl. She too committed suicide Threw herselfout of a thirty-eighth-storey window. Strange that neh? A curious synchronicity,wouldn't 
you say?"
"You think the two things are connected?"
Cho laughed. "Don't you, Yuan? What better distraction than the
assassination of 
a visiting President? What better way of keeping eyes off one screen
and on 
another?" 
Li Yuan gestured towards the screen. "But this is more important,
surely?"
"You know that, and I know that... but our friends in the media don't
Not yet,
anyway. They're still speculating as to whether Newell has been killed,
and if 
so, whether there will be a war."
"A war?"Cho nodded, then looked down.
And then it struck Li Yuan. "Oh, shit! Han Ch'in!" 

Kim followed K. into the lift, a sense of real urgency gripping him. He
had seen 
the pictures on the news screens in the lobby of the apartment block,
and heard 
the commentary, and knew now that time was running out for them.
As the doors slid closed behind them, he looked up at the screen in the
corner 
of the lift, then spoke to the air
"Channel 96. With sound." 
At once it switched to the news channel, showing the latest pictures
from 
outside the Eight Dragons Hotel.
"... and whilst the woman cannot be immediately recognised after
falling
thirty-eight storeys, it has been confirmed by eyewitnesses that she
was naked 
and that, according to one, she appeared not to scream as she fell."
The image cut to the view from a news glider, positioned in line with
the 
shattered window of the Presidential Suite. Armed men were gathered in
that 
window, blocking any view into the room, but that only served to stoke
up
speculation.
"It is now almost twenty minutes since the incident, and still no word
has come 
from President NeweE's spokesman, or indeed the President himself,
about the 
affair, but it has now been confirmed that earlier reports from their
office 
that the President was at a reception in Ching Shang Park were
erroneous, and
that President Newett was not seen by anybody at that reception. Which
leads us 
to ask just what has been going on at the Eight Dragons Hotel, and what
are the 
implications for relations between America and China if-as rumours have
it 

-President Newell has been assassinated. It must be recalled that no American President has ever been murdered in a foreign country..."The lift stopped. The doors slid open silently. Ahead of them lay theircorridor. Their door was the third on the left. 
K. looked to Kim as they stepped out onto the plushly carpeted floor.
"I'd say
the shit's really hit the fan, wouldn't you?"
"So what do we do now?" 

K. stopped in front of their door and took the door key from his
pocket.
"Simple. We get Karr and Chen and Ebert. And then we get the bastard."
"And the markets?" 
"That depends."
"On what?" 

K. turned the key and began to open the door. "On whether we can get
back in 
time. If we can get back in an hour..." He stopped dead. Kim, following
him in,
cannoned into the back of him, then blinked, astonished by the sight
that met 
his eyes.
The hoop of fire was gone. And DeVore... Kim swallowed ... DeVore was
sitting on
the bed, a semi-automatic in one hand. He beckoned them in with the
other hand,
then grinned.
"I'd say that was a rather big if, wouldn't you?" 

CHAPTER-23 time's last hour The storm had passed. Ragged clouds drifted about the edge of the greatdepression in the earth. Only an hour back the dark earth had steamed;now a great carpet of white flowers covered it; lilies, their tall, elegantwhite throats turned to the sky, spilling oxygen into the air.Fifty kilometres away, to the south of the ruined generator, the sunshone on a different scene. On the gentle slope of a wooded hill, a cruiser lay onits side, its port wing crumpled, smoke wisping up from its damaged engine.The hatch was open, the inside of the craft in darkness.Nearby, hidden beneath the trees, the entrance of a cave gaped black.Silence. Not even the call of birds or insects. And then, far off, amuted drone, growing louder by the moment.A second cruiser, smaller than the first, flew over the valley, itsshadow flitting over the canopy of the trees. It banked then circled back,slowinguntil it hovered over the fallen craft Then, edging back and across, itdescended, settling in a patch of meadow by the stream at the foot ofthe valley.The engines died. There was a hiss as the hatch opened; the dank ofbooted feet upon the ramp.Daniel stood there a moment, squinting out at the wooded hillsidethrough thevisor of his helmet, his senses twitching, then he jumped down andbegan to makehis way up the slope towards DeVore's cruiser.They had beaten him. They had destroyed his army and broken his power.Now onlyDeVore himself was left Coming closer to the cruiser, Daniel stoppedand crouched, looking between the narrow boles of the trees at the craft Itseemed abandoned. There was the fizz and pop of electrics shorting, then,incongruously, a snatch of music.Daniel blinked, then understood. Music. DeVore had been playing musiceven as he fled from them. He moved forward, slowly, cautiously, his gun raised, the barrelcovering thehatch. The music flared up momentarily, the great sweeping sound of stringsbrieflyfilling the valley, then cut out.The smell of burning circuitry was stronger now. To his left the treecover was broken, the hillside gouged up where the craft had landed.Daniel stopped, his eyes narrowed, taking that in. DeVore was somepilot to havelanded his damaged craft without destroying itBut why here? Why go down here?A voice started in his head. Emily's voice. "Daniel? What's happeningthere? Daniel? Do you read me, Daniel?"Daniel switched it off. The cruiser was less than ten paces from him.He raised his visor, listening intently. Nothing. Nothing but the faint crackleof burningcircuits. Silently he crossed the narrow space, keeping to the left of the openhatch. Now that he was closer, he could see that the hatchway had been forced. Theramp,which ought to have emerged automatically when the hatch was opened,had jammed.The whole side of the craft had buckled when it came down. Daniel turned, looking at the ground beneath the hatch, and saw them atonce. Footprints, leading away up the slope.His eyes followed their line.Daniel hesitated, then tongued the switch. "Listen," he said, speakinginto the open channel. "I'm at the craft. There's a cave nearby. I think that'swhere he went. I'm going to investigate." 
Emily's voice came back at him at once. "Daniel? I know you can hearme, solisten. Stay where you are. Don't do anything until I get there."Daniel's tongue brushed the switch but did not turn it off. He itchedto goinside and get the bastard, to put a bullet through his head and end itall, butEmily was right; it made no sense to take risks. Not now that they'dcome this far. "Okay," he said. 'Til wait.""Good," came the reply. "And Daniel... you've done well."Daniel smiled, relaxing momentarily. None of them had slept these pasttwenty-four hours. A combination of drugs and adrenaline had kept themgoing.And now they were close. Close to a victory that had seemed impossibleonly afew daysback. Even so, they would be leaving soon. Leaving and nevercoming back.The simple thought of it surprised him, making the hairs at the back ofhis neck stand on end, because until that moment it had all seemed academic -somethingthat might happen if they beat DeVore. But now it was close. Why, if heclosed his eyes he could see it Could picture the earth, swathed in flowers,white beneath the sun, white beneath the moon. And silent. A silence brokenonly bythe sound of the wind, the inward rush of waves breaking on an emptyshore. Daniel shivered, then spoke: "And when the lamb opened the seventhseal, silencecovered the sky.""Daniel?" He blinked. "What?" "Those words ... where did you hear them?'"I don't know. I..." And then he remembered. Remembered sitting thereat his desk in the library, back in the training camp. "It was in a book Iread. It was written by a man namedPasek..." He felt as much as heard the sigh that echoed in his helmet "I knewhim," Emilysaid. "He was in the Black Hand with me. Back before he created The Sealed." And now Pasek was dead. Yet the world he had foreseen had come to pass.A world without men. Alas, alas for the human race. Alas for the kings of separation.How strangely resonant those words had been when he'd first read them.How bleak and yet how moving. As if they spoke to something buried deep withinhim. "Daniel?" 
"Yes?" "Hold tight. We're almost there."Daniel smiled and nodded to himself. Yes, he could hear the drone oftheir engines now. Yet even as he made to turn and look back down the lengthof the valley, he glimpsed, out of the corner of his eye, the faintestmovement in the darkness at the cave's mouth. There was a noise. A low whine, like the sound of an insect rushingthrough theair. Too late he saw it, not an arm's length from his visor. Saw it andjerkedback, trying to move his head aside.And then the top of his helmet blew away, as if someone had justcleaved it with an axe. 
"Daniel?... DameR" Emily crouched, looking through the trees, trying to make out whatexactly itwas she was looking at. The craft was some twenty metres to her left,the cave some way beyond it Between the two was a tangle of greenery. Littleelse could be made out. She turned slightly, signalling to the three men to her right to moveup, thenbegan to move forward herself, the big rocket-launcher clutched againsther chest Where was he? Where in the gods' names was he?One moment he'd been transmitting perfectly, the next... nothing.This once she should have trusted to her instinct and ordered him to pull back.Or told him to seal the entrance to the cave and leave DeVore to the floraforms. But she, like Daniel, had wanted to make sure.I should have killed the bastard when I had the chance, att those yearsago whenwe went to visit him in his mountain hideout. Back when I was in the Ping Tiao. I could have done it then,and saved the world an immensity of grief .Yes, but back then she hadn't known what he was.A voice sounded in her helmet; a sharp, sibilant whisper. "There'ssomethingthere. On the ground beside the craft."Emily stopped, then lifted her head slightly, moving it this way andthat,looking through the tangle of leaf and branch. Yes, she could see itnow. The humped shape of something. Could see the way the sunlight glinted offthe angleof a protective flap.Daniel, she thought, feeling her heart sink. She straightened up, thenmoved quickly between the trees, anger making her fearless. And then stoppedabruptly,wincing at the sightDaniel lay on his side, where he'd fallen, bits of his shattered helmetlittering the ground just beyond him.She groaned. Yet even as she made the noise, Daniel's right handtwitched within the protective glove."Here.1" she yelled, turning and beckoning urgently to her men. "Quicknow! He's still alive!" There was a sudden rustling as men hastened to her. Emily stared amoment longer, pained deeply by the sight of Daniel's injuries, then, turningback, shestepped over the fallen boy and raised the launcher to her shoulder,taking aim.Revenge It would have been nice to get revenge. But saving Daniel wasmore important Far, far more importantShe squeezed the trigger, bracing herself against the jolt as therocket rushed away from her, baring into the dark mouth of the cave. 
The hatch hissed shut, the bolts slid into place. Inside the shuttle, asiren was sounding urgently as the survivors strapped themselves into therestraint webs, special harnesses locking about them automatically to supporttheir necks and backs against the massive g-forces they were about to face.Daniel too had been strapped in, his bandaged head encased in aspecially-adapted restraint harness into which were fed thevarious tubes and electrodes that would keep him alive during thelaunch. Emily was the last to take her place, her concern for Daniel keepingher by hisside until the very lastThe countdown began, the voice of Han Ch'in sounding throughout thecraft Ten ... nine ... eight...Outside, unseen by those within, a great tide of brightly-colouredflowers breached the outer walls of the spaceport and flowed in towards theship, evenas that voice boomed out across the concrete apron, a massive breakingwave of blooms that engulfed buildings and vehicles as it rushed towards thewaitingshuttle. The engines flared and then fired. Slowly the vehicle lifted from thepad, even as the flowers met and merged beneath it.For a instant or two they roiled and flared, burning away in thatintense fireball. Then, like a ripple, they withdrew to form a circle about thescorched and steaming earth. In a blink of an eye, they transformed into a crowdof people, green-faced yet strong of limb, who waved and yelled a silentfarewell. As the shuttle climbed, the circle rippled and then closed upon itself,swallowing up that single patch of darkness, those mimic human formsbecomingsimple flowers once again; a great ocean of flowers that stretched fromcoast to coast; a thousand billion blooms that now turned as one, lifting theirlong,elegant throats towards the sun.The time of names had ended. The long age of silence had begun. 
Emily stood by the hatch, looking on as the two medics eased the unitthroughthe umbilical that joined the shuttle to the mothership, calling onthem to make sure that they didn't move too quickly.They knew their job, however, and were careful in those nil-gravityconditions not to let the massive unit brush the side or jolt against the hatch.It slid through gently, easily, a thirdmedic joining them, leaning on the end of the capsule to brakeits momentum. As the unit came alongside her, Emily stared down through itstransparent lid atDaniel's pale, unconscious face and prayed to Kuan Yin herself thatthey werenot too late to save him. And then they were taking him away."You should not blame yourself, Emily."She turned, almost putting herself in a spin. But Kuei Jen's handreached out and held her arm, stopping her."I was responsible for him," she answered soberly. "If not me, thenwho?" "Maybe the bastard who shot him."She stared back steadily at Kuei Jen, then shook her head. "No. DeVorewas finished. It was stupid to pursue him.""Stupid?" Kuei Jen seemed surprised. "And yet DeVore was evil. Is itnot rightto crush evil?" "Right, yes, but . .." Emily shrugged. "Look, is there somewhere we cango ...?"'To be near to Daniel?" Kuei Jen smiled gently, understanding Emily'sconcern. 
"Of course. Come, I've prepared a
room for you."
The room, as it turned out, was in the medical centre itself, just down
the 
corridor from the theatre where, even as she settled in, they were
operating on
Daniel. 
It was there that Han Ch'in came to her. 
Sitting on the edge of the chair, which was bolted to the floor in one
corner of 
the cabin, he stared down at his hands a moment, then sighed.
"How bad?" she asked. 
"Six thousand. Maybe six two."
Her eyes widened. "Is that all?"
Han Ch'in nodded. "Three of the shuttles didn't make it off the ground.
Another 
malfunctioned on the way up here. Or was tampered with. We'll never
know." 
"But they're all our people, I take it?"
"Yes. Everyone's vouched for."
Emily nodded. She could still feel the hard shape of her handgun
against her
hip, and realised that even now she had
not relaxed; had not given up the habit of suspicion. She looked back
at Han 
Ch'in. "What do you think the floraforms will do with DeVore?"
Han Ch'in shrugged. "If they're wise, they'll not try to assimilate
him." 
Her eyes met his, startled. "Do you think ...?"
"That DeVore is bigger than the floraforms? No. He has the capacity to
twist 
whatever he touches but the floraforms will know that. They seemed to
know 
everything, didn't they?"
She nodded, then frowned. "Gods, ifs strange, isn't it? All those years
fighting
one enemy, and then ... well..."
Han Ch'in was smiling. "Kuei Jen thinks if s nice. Poetical, or so he
says."
"You call her him?" 
Han Ch'in laughed. "Of course! Tits or no tits, he's still my brother."
"And mother of your nieces and nephews."
"Thank the gods for it!"
"And what do they think?"
Han Ch'in looked away. "That if s all an adventure."
"And you?"
"I miss it already." He met her eyes again. "To be honest with you, I
fear that 
I will die on board this ship. I fear..."
"The years ahead?"
"Yes. Ifs a long journey. And no certainty of arrival, whatever my
father said." 
She nodded, then, noticing someone standing in the doorway just beyond
Han 
Chi'in, stood up, her face suddenly concerned. "What is it?"
The medic grinned at her. "Ifs Daniel. He's conscious and he's asking
for you." 

Daniel smiled at her as she walked into the room. He was propped upinto a sitting position beneath a blanket, a pile of cushions plumped upbehind his back. "Di1 yoo thin' yoo gor ri' oh me?"Emily glanced at the surgeon,concerned,but he shook his head. "It's the drugs that are making him slur thewords. The brain's relatively untouched."She walked across and sat beside Daniel on the bed. Taking the gun fromher belt, she slipped it onto the tray beside her, then turned to clasp hishands,surprised by the firmness with which he clasped them back."How are you feeling?""Groh-ee." Daniel wrinkled his nose. "I fee' li'e I wahnna scrah my'eah." "Your head?" Daniel made to nod, then winced. Emily raised herself a little, lookingat the back of his skull, then grimaced. The bone at the back of his skull hadbeen ripped open and a large chunk of it stripped away.She sat back. "Not pretty.""Nah. Bu' o-kay, neh? I live."Emily shivered. Yes. He was alive. It was a miracle, but there it was.When she'd seen the damage she'd thought it only a matter of time before hedied. But here he was, sitting up and talking to her.She turned, looking to the surgeon. "Do you have to operate?""No. We just need to put a plate in, to knit together the skull at theback and protect the brain. Otherwise ..."The surgeon's face went from earnestness to shock in a matter of asecond. Emilyblinked, then understood that he was staring at something behind her.She turned, then gasped.DeVore stepped from the doorway, then smiled. "Emily, how nice... AndDaniel. I'm surprised to find you here. I thought I'd killed you back onearth." She stood, turning towards him, then saw he had a gun.And Han Ch'in ... where was Han Ch'in? "How did you ...?""Get on board?" The smile was urbane, polite; the smile of a Major inthe Pang'ssecurity forces. "Oh, we boarded your craft five minutes back.""Boarded?' DeVore nodded disinterestedly, then walked across, his gun coveringEmily allthe while. His eyes took in Daniel's injuries a moment, then he lookedback at Emily."Why, did you think you'd seen the last of me, Emily Ascher?"She hesitated, then nodded."I ought to be cross, you know. That rocket. Spoiled a good body. Butfortunately I had another I could slip into." His smile widenedbriefly, thendisappeared. There was a sourness now to his appearance. "But there's alot youdon't know, isn't there? Whole levels, in fact.""Levels?" DeVore nodded, then gestured towards the porthole on the far side ofthe theatre. It was shielded, but as he pointed towards it, the protectiveshield lifted. "Go on ... look Tell me what you see."Slowly Emily went across, then stared out through the narrow, ovalwindow. Through the thick layer of translucent ice she could see a secondcraft,tethered alongside their own. And beyond it..."Gods! What is that?" "What does it look like?" She shivered, then answered. "It looks like a hoop... a great wheel offire." He came across and stood just behind her. "If s a door. An opening intoanother world." "Another...?" She stopped, tensing. There had been the sound of gunshots."Tut tut," DeVore said, moving back slightly. "It seems that some ofyour peopledon't like their new masters. But maybe if s best, neh?""Best?" "To deal with them now." She saw the coldness in him, the void behind his eyes, and knew thatshe onlyhad this one chance. As her arm came up, the hand that he'd cut a finger from dosing into afist, helaughed.Her hand struck coldness; a red-hot cold that seemed to splinter herhand and freeze her arm, so that she collapsed ontoher knees, groaning with thepain ofit, her useless arm giving beneath her so that she fell to the side.DeVore knelt over her and smiled, his warm breath blowing over thelandscape ofher cheek. Laying there she felt bloated and unreal suddenly, as if, inthat instant in which she had struck him, she had entered some strange,hallucinatoryrealm. "You like my coat, Emily? I had it specially made. It cost me severalof my bestmorphs, but it was worth it, neh?"And now she saw the glow that surrounded him; a glow that emanated from 
the 
jacket he was wearing and seemed to form a cowl about his head.
"Em-ah-ee!" Daniel yelled from his bed. "Em-ah-ee!"
A cry that DeVore took up mockingly. "Em-ah-ee! Em-ah-ee!"
And with that he leaned into her and kissed her cheek. A kiss that 
seemed to 
burn with the same red-hot coldness that she had felt when she had 
struck him. 
"Are you ready?" he asked quietly.
She felt the sudden vibration of the ship's engines. A moment later
there was 
movement, a sense of drifting sideways. And then a brightness at the
window 
that, with a shocking suddenness, engulfed them.
Emily gasped. It was as if the air all about her had suddenly grown
dense. Its 
richness pulverised her senses, making her head swim.
I'm passing out, she thought, but unconsciousness did not come. She
could hear 
Daniel's laboured breathing across the room - hear it with a needle-
sharpness
that seemed hallucinatory. And then laughter - laughter that boomed in
her ears. 
DeVore's harsh laughter.
"We're there," he said, matter-of-factly, and, placing one hand under
her elbow,
lifted her up and took her to the porthole.
There, below them, was a great ball of green and blue. Planet Earth.
But even as 
she looked she knew, with some instinct beyond simple explanation, that
it was 
no Earth she had ever trod upon.
"Where are we?" she asked, her own voice strange in her ears.
DeVore turned his face to her and smiled. "We're at the centre. The 
very middle
of it all." 
"The middle ...?" 
He nodded, then turned, gesturing to his men who now stood in the
doorway. "Take
her and lock her up. And keep an eye on the boy. I don't want him
causing any
trouble." 

CHAPTER-24 
the marriage of the living dark
"Gregor, Chen, thank you for coming."
The two men stepped past Jelka into the entrance hall, then turned,
concerned to 
see her in such a state. 
"Still no sign of him?" Karr asked.
"No." 
"And the gateway?"
"Is still open. Come, I'll show you."
They went down, into Kim's basement workroom. The lamps were off, but
the light 

from the burning hoop that hovered above the middle of the floor was
enough to
see by.
Karr walked over to it, then crouched down, staring into the dark space
at its 
centre. A faint mist seemed to be gathered
there. 
"How long has he been gone?"
"I'm not sure. The last time I saw him was five hours back." 
Kao Chen grunted. "And the other one? Did he go too?"
Jelka looked to him, surprised by the faint tone of hostility in his
voice. 
"Yes. K.'s missing, too."
"And you're sure they're nowhere else?"
"Well, they're not in the house, and Kim would have said if they were
going into
Fermi. He always does."
Karr turned his head. "And yet he said nothing about going into another
universe. Thaf s strange, wouldn't you say?"
She hesitated, then nodded. It was unlike Kim. He was usually so
thoughtful, so
considerate. 
"And you don't know where this leads to?"
Jelka shook her head. "All I know is that it disappeared an hour or so
back,
then reappeared shortly afterwards."
"That makes sense. The power's been fluctuating all morning." Karr
sighed, then:
"Damn it I should have brought my gun."
"Gun?" Jelka looked alarmed. "You think they might be in trouble, then,
Gregor?"
"Who knows? But it might be best to prepare for the worst, neh? You
wouldn't by
any chance have a weapon?"
"A weapon?" Jelka hesitated, then turned and left the room.
Karr watched her go, then looked to Kao Chen. "Are you up to this,
Chen?" 
Chen stared back at his old friend, wide-eyed. "You mean, step through
that?" 
"That's exactly what I mean."
Chen swallowed. "I don't..." Then, steeling himself: "If you go, I go."
Karr smiled. "Good. Then maybe I should ask Jelka for another weapon."
"You think we'll need them?" 
"Who knows? But my guess is that if what's through there is anything
like this 
world, then we'll find turn there."
"DeVore?" 
"Or whatever he calls himself there." 
Chen appeared sobered by the thought He was silent a moment, then shook
his 
head. "You know me, Gregor. I fear no man. Yet the merest thought of
this sets 
my flesh creeping. If we should lose our way in there ..."
Karr nodded. "I understand. But we'll be together, Chen. Whatever's
there on the 
other side, you'll not be alone. And we shall come back. I promise
you." 

Chen nodded, yet for once he did not seem cheered by the big man'sreassurances. That worried look remained in his eyes, which flitted from time to timeto the darkness at the centre of that roiling circle of flame, as if at anymoment something horrific would emerge from itThere were footsteps on the stairs outside. A moment later Jelka cameback into the room. She was carrying two weapons. Big automatics that wereclearly notKim's. Karr stood, then took one of the guns from her and hefted it, puttingit up tohis shoulder to look through the sight "Gods!" he saidenthusiastically,stroking the casing of the weapon almost lovingly. "A JPK-4! Best gunever made!" He lowered it and looked at Jelka, shaking his head. "I didn'tknow anyof these had survived." Kao Chen was staring at his own gun, as if at a long-lost friend.Looking up, hegrinned. "You know, I feel better already, Gregor." He met Jelka'seyes. "Theseare beautiful. Real works of art Were they the Marshal's?"But Jelka was staring at the weapons coldly. "No, Chen. Those wereassassins' weapons. I don't know why we kept them, but my father insisted.""Assassins?" Chen looked at the weapon in a new lightJelka nodded, her eyes looking back, as if seeing it all again. "Theytried to kill me. I got one of them, and then my father came home. He shot theothers dead." She sighed, then shook her head. "It was a long time ago. I...I'd almost forgotten."Karr gave a sympathetic nod, then, more practically, asked, "We'll needmunitions." Jelka nodded and, reaching into her pocket, pulled out six slenderclips ofbullets. They were still packed in their ice-wrap covers, as if new.Karr smiled. "Ever the Marshal's daughter.""Of course." She was quiet a moment, then. "Bring them back, Gregor.Please. Just find them and bring them back." 
The man sat before the bank of screens, watching the figures changemoment bymoment as the markets went into free fall. "So..." he said quietly,drumming hisfingers on the edge of the desk. Then, conscious that, at that verymoment,measures he had set in place long ago were being activated, he leanedforward and began to tap out the pre-prepared codes that would set the secondstage ofhis scheme into operation.That done he sat back, a faint smile on his lips. DeVore would neverknow. Why,he'd never even guess. And even if he did, it would be too late. Much,much too late. He turned slightly, looking at the portrait of his mother that hung onthe wall to his left. She had died over twelve years ago now, but his memoriesof her were still fresh. Five hundred dollars. That's what she sold me for. A mere five hundred dollars. Not that he blamed her for it. After all, she'd been a mere serving-girl, noteven sixteen years of age, when she had fallen with him. It must haveseemed a good deal, to have the fertilised egg removed, her indiscretionexpunged fromthe records. Why, he could imagine that she'd hardly felt a thing whenshe signed the paper that gave over legal custody. After all, it was notlike givingup a baby.And so he'd been implanted in another's womb and raised as their son.But she was the mother. Not that he'd known it until his first "mother" had died and he'd inherited her papers. The knowledge had come as a shock to him.And the father? His real mother hadn't wanted to say at first, but slowly he'd wheedledit out of her. It had been at a ball at the great house where she had livedand worked. The man had been a mere five years older than her, but already animportant man.A rich young man with influential friends. Beguiled by him, she had lethim have his way with her in one of the small storerooms that led off theservants' quarters. She'd thought that was it, but five weeks later she found outshe was pregnant with his child.Not that she'd ever told him. As far as he was concerned, she had beenjustanother meaningless fuck. An evening's entertainment and nothing more.No,Edmund Wyatt hadn't an inkling that the son he'd conceived that nightwas now the most powerful financier on the planet. More powerful even than hisfriend DeVore. Yes, and more secretive.He looked back at the screens. Already the rate of fall was slowing asthe great 
web of companies and agents he had set up to counter DeVore, bought
shares and 
stocks at inflated 
prices. Already he had lost more than fifteen billion dollars. Not that
it 
mattered now. All that mattered was to stop the sharp decline.
Lifeboats, that's what he called them: lifeboat companies, designed for
one 
purpose only, to save as many as he could from the great financial
flood. 
News was coming in now of bombs going off prematurely, of foiled
assassination 
attempts, of important men having fortunate escapes.
This too was his doing.
Information. Oh, he knew his Sun Tzu as well as any man. Information
was the 
key, and he had gathered every snippet of information on his foe that
he could. 
And today it all paid off.
He pushed back, away from his desk, then stretched and
stood. 
"Mister Joseph?"
He turned, then frowned, surprised to find one of his junior partners
there. 
"Emily?"
"I thought you'd gone, Mister Joseph. I was working late, I..." Then,
seeing
what was happening on the screens, she gasped. "Kuan Yin! What's going
on?" 
He smiled. "I've been playing a little game, Emily. Me and him. Only he
doesn't 
even know I'm on the board." 
"Him?" 
But Joseph barely heard her. The tide had turned. Slowly, very slowly,
the 
figures were rising once again. 

DeVore was laughing, toasting his own success in the back of the glide,
when the 
news came through.
"Howard ... you'll not believe this ..."
As the screen lit up, he blinked, then gasped. "Impossible..."
"Thaf s what I thought," Wyatt went on, "But if s true. And thaf s not
all. 
Wetton's alive. And Sinclair. And Beaton." 
"But..." 
"None of the bombs hit target. Not a single assassin got
through."
DeVore felt his mouth go dry. Someone had betrayed him. Someone had
fucking
stitched him up!
Wyatt' It had to be Wyatt!
He kept his voice calm. "Meet me, Edmund. At the Yellow Emperor. Go
there now 
and wait for me." 

"But Howard ..." 
"Just go there!"
He cut the connection and sat back, fuming now. Impossible. It simply
wasn't 
possible.
DeVore spoke to the air. "Gemma?"
Immediately his personal assistant was on the line. "Yes, Mister
DeVore?" 
"Get me a computer analysis of whafs been happening in the markets."
"Over the last month, sir?"
"No, dammit! The last hour! In fact, make that the last half hour!"
"But Mister DeVore ..." 
"Don't argue with me woman, just do it!"
Again he cut connection. He had never spoken to her like that before -
had been 
careful never ever to speak to any of his staff with anything but the
utmost 
courtesy before - but now the gloves were off. Someone was fucking with
him, and
he wanted to know who and how, and no one - no one - was going to get
between 
him and that knowledge!
"Sir?" 
It was his chauffeur, Haavikko, speaking on the internal line. DeVore
bristled,
feeling a momentary anger, then answered him. "What?"
"There's a call, sir. On your private line."
"A call?" 
"Yes, sir. I... I think you ought to take it"
He hesitated, then. "Okay, Axel. Patch it through."
A moment's pause, then, "Howard?"
The voice was familiar, but he couldn't quite make it out "Do I know
you?"
Laughter. Laughter that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on
end;
that sent a ripple down his spine. DeVore
leaned forward, punching the pad that would give him vision. As he sat
back a 
face appeared on the screen. His own face.
"Yes, Howard, if s me. I've come to help you in your hour of need." 

Karr staggered and almost fell. The smell of chrysanthemums was so
overpowering
that it felt as though he were breathing cotton wool. And the
brightness of
everything! As Chen came through, he almost fell against Karr, then
straightened, looking about him wide-eyed, like an animal that has
fallen into 
the steel mesh of a trap.
The rasp of Chen's breath was like the sound of an iron bar
grating against a rock
"Where are we?" 
The words boomed at Karr. 
"I don't..." Karr stopped abruptly, his eyes focusing on what lay on
the bed. 

"Aiya" he groaned.Chen turned, then gave a cry of pain. "Oh, gods ..."Kim lay on the bed, naked and unmoving. His eyes were open, but theysaw nothing. His hands and feet were bound with wire, his flesh so whiteand waxen that it seemed to glow, but in the middle of his forehead was a singlebrightred hole, like the hole a worm might have made in an apple.Chen dropped his gun and fell to his knees, beginning toretch. Karr stared a moment, mesmerised - horrified - by the sight,then turned. Where was K.? Where ...? He took two steps then saw him, hanging from the light-fitting in thetinybathroom. A piece of wire had been tightened round his throat. His eyesbulged,but like Kim's they sawnothing.The sight emptied him; took away his courage. Thinking of Jelka, hegroaned,wondering how he would ever break thenews to her. Oh, he had seen men die before, and broken the news to more widows thanhe cared to remember, but this ...This was the death of hope.His head swam. Something was wrong here. It felt like he'd beendrugged. Behindhim Chen retched and retched, the sound and the smell of it so awful itmade him gag himself.Dreaming ... he had to be dreaming. Forcing himself he walked acrossand touched the limp hand that dangled at K.'s side. It was cold; colder thananything hehad ever touched, but real.He shivered. Out He had to get out.Karr stumbled back, almost falling over his friend, then turned. Hetook a steptowards the hoop, then stopped dead, realising with a start that it hadgone. Hewhirled about, turning full circle, staring wildly at the walls,certain that there must have been a mistake, but the air was empty, the gatewayclosed. "Kuan Yin preserve us!"Chen looked up, wide-eyed. "Gregor?""The gate ..."Chen turned to look, then gave a whimper of fear. Karr stared at hisfriend,astonished, then understood. Kao Chen's worst fear had just come topass, andthe poor man was petrified. The thought of it dispelled Karr's ownfears. It was up to him now."Kao Chen," he said, speaking as a commander speaks to one of his foot-soldiers, 
"stand up!"
Chen struggled up onto his feet, then glanced at Karr uncertainly. But
Karr was 
staring back at him sternly.
"Good. Now pick up your gun, Major Kao. We've work to do." 

As DeVore's glide touched down on the southern edge of Tientsin
spaceport, his
assistant, Gemma, patched through to him again.
"Well?" he asked unceremoniously, raising a hand to ensure that Wyatt,
who sat 
beside him on the long, luxurious seat, kept silent. "Do we know what’s
happening?"
She smiled confidently. "It looks like there's been a concerted effort
to 
stabilise the markets, sir. A lot of buying at highly
inflated prices. Companies taking massive losses with no thought to
their own 
economic survival. Eco-altruism, as one of our brokers has termed it"
"And do we know who owns these companies?"
She hesitated, then, frowning, shook her head. "No, sir. As far as we
can tell,
they're subsidiaries. But who owns them..."
"Get someone on it Jenner, maybe. Or King, he's good at burrowing into
other 
peoples' databases. I want to know who's behind this. I want a name,
you got
me?" 
"Sir!" 
As the screen blanked, he turned and looked to Wyatt
"What do you think?"
But Wyatt seemed as nonplussed as the woman. "I don't know. I can't see
why
anyone should do it Why, looking at those figures, I'd say that whoever
it was 
must have sustained massive losses. Twenty, thirty billion, maybe
more." He 
paused, then shook his head. "I don't know about you, Howard, but I
can't think 
of a single financier in the market who could take that kind of beating
and 
survive. So why do it?"
"To beat me, thaf s why."
Wyatt laughed. "But no one knows. .." He stopped, seeing the look on
DeVore's 
face. "You don't think ...?" 
"Think what, Edmund? That you betrayed me, perhaps? That you've been
feeding
insider information to one of my
enemies?" 
Wyatt laughed, but he was clearly uncomfortable. "You can't be serious,
Howard. 
How long have we known each other? Forty years? And you think I'd do
something
like that to you?" 

"I don't know," DeVore said coldly. "But I'm going to fucking well findout. And when I do ..." The screen clicked on again. DeVore turned back, finding himselflooking at hisHead of Security, Hart. The man looked troubled."What is it, Don?""Those men you wanted sent to the apartment building inBeijing..." "What of them?""They're dead, thaf s what. They stumbled across a couple of assassinsin the lobby. The local police have the place surrounded. I thought. ..""Don't think," DeVore said, interrupting him, "just get on to the Headof Police... his name's Ch'ang San... and tell him not to precipitateanythinguntil I get back I don't want any of his men going in there, gunsblazing, youunderstand? Containment" "But what if he says no?""Then that big fat cheque he gets every month isn't going to arriveanymore. Youunderstand?" Hart grinned. "I understand, sir." "Then see to it"DeVore sat back, sighing deeply. "Just what the fuck is going on?" heglancedsideways at Wyatt, but Wyatt was brooding, chewing on a thumbnailthoughtfully."I said," DeVore repeated, raising his voice, "just what the fuck isgoing on?""A player," Wyatt said after a moment "Someone you pissed off yearsago, butwho's kept a low profile all this time. Someone who's been waiting topay youback." "Are you talking about yourself now, Edmund?" Wyatt looked tohim and glared. "Leave it Howard. Okay?" DeVore raised a hand. "Okay. I believeyou. Butfuck it someone must have let slip, and who knows more than you?" Wyatfs eyesnarrowed suddenly, as if he suddenly saw it "Your AI. Your so-calleddiscreet system.""Bollocks! Why, I'm more likely to have given the game away than thecomputer'sDS. It's programmed to self-destruct before anyone can tamper with it""Then what if someone hacked into it and re-programmed it?" DeVore gave alaugh ofdisbelief. "No. They'd have to be some kind of super-genius to dothat!" "Right! The kind of super-genius who'd not worry about losing thirtybillion in an hour just to stop you.""And the rest? Are you saying that he's behind it all? The bungledassassinations? The mistimed bombs?" Wyatt smiled. "Thaf d be myguess." "Thenwho the fuck is he? And why don't we know him?""Maybe we do. Maybe he was one of those guys you killed in the apartmentbuilding.""No. They were just messengers. Hackers. Else they'd have covered theirtracks a damn sight better than they did.""You should have kept one of them alive. Then you could have torturedhim. Found out what he knew." "Maybe. But I didn't have time." "Thaf s not likeyou,Howard." DeVore shrugged, then said casually, "No ..." But he was thinking, No.But I won't make the same mistake twice. I'tt make sure I take my time overyou, myerstwhile friend. Ill make sure I rack you well and good.He laughed. "Do you recall that fat Chink I introduced you to ... WangSau Leyan?"Wyatt turned, a faint amusement in his eyes. "The one who liked fuckingWestern women two at a time?" "Thafs him. I had him tortured. He owed me money. Arrogant bastardwouldn't payme. Said I'd have to wring it from him. So I did. His brothers werefurious -wanted me dead. So I racked them, too. All four of the fuckers in oneroom. Sanglike a choir." "And the money?""Oh, fuck the money. I had more fun than I'd had for a long time. Hadto dumpthem when I'd finished, mind. Couldn't let them loose to tell the tale,could P" "No," Wyatt said, looking away thoughtfully. "No." There was a knock onthe partition between them and the driver's seat. DeVore opaqued it "Newsfrom the tower, sir. It seems the shuttle's due downany moment."They felt the rumble. As DeVore opaqued the outer windows of the glide,they saw
-far off to their right, almost a mile away - the shuttle descending
on a point
of flame. 
"There," DeVore said, grinning suddenly. "There he is."
"Who?" Wyatt asked, intrigued.
But DeVore merely smiled. "Just wait and see." 

THE MARRIAGE OF THE LIVING DARK Joseph stepped out from the lobby of the Tung Chan Building and steppedinto his glide, which hovered five centimetres above the surface of the transitpad. Itwas a fairly modest machine; enough to confirm his status as a topfinancier,but not grand enough to mark him as a player. 
Which was exactly how he wanted it, for the idea was to blend in, notto stand out That was how he'd evaded notice all these years.As the glide lifted and he relaxed back into his seat, Joseph recalledhis first sight of DeVore.He had not gone there to see DeVore, but to get a glimpse of hisgenetic father,Wyatt To try and discover just what kind of man Wyatt was. And there,standingright next to Wyatt, talking to a group of leading businessmen, wasDeVore. He had sensed at once that there was something wrong. The man wascharming - hewent out of his way to be charming - but Joseph could see the brutalitythat laybeneath every gesture.Certain that he was imagining it, he had wandered away. But later inthe eveninghe had come across DeVore in one of the corridors leading off thecentral hall,speaking quietly to one of his minions, such casual threat in his voicethat Joseph had felt a small ripple of fear run up his spine.He had said nothing. He had not even let on that he'd seen a thing. Butthat brief glimpse of DeVore had intrigued him enough to want to know alittle more about this man who was his father's constant companion.Alarm bells had rung almost instantly. One could not make a computerquerywithout triggering counter-queries of the "Who wants to know?" variety.Which was when he began to get devious, and to use those skills he hadbeen born with: the ability to take a system - any system - and turn it insideout DeVore had never known. He hadn't even guessed. Until tonight But nowhe would be looking for him.The thought of that ought to have chilled him, for he knew exactly whatDeVore was capable of, but sitting there he felt a strange confidence in hisown abilities. Besides, he had his "coat"."Daniel. .. turn on the news forme, willyou? Channel 96." At once the wavering light of the screen filled theback of the glide.First up was the latest on the business at the Eight Dragons Hotel. TheAmericans, it seemed, were vigorously denying reports that PresidentNewell had been shot, but the President himself hadn't been seen now for almostfour hours. The dead woman had now been identified as Susan Callaghan, an "escort",while reports from Washington revealed intense activity there, with Vice President Wetton arriving at the White House for an unscheduled meeting withsenior aides. Bad, Joseph thought, yet without his intervention it could have been somuch worse. Wetton would have been dead, yes, and half his cabinet. And thenthe Generals would have been in charge and war would have been a certainty.A war that, on top of the economic collapse DeVore had triggered, would havewiped outninety-five per cent of humanity.It was hard to imagine any man wanting that. Which was why Joseph haddevelopedhis pet theory. That DeVore was not, in fact, a man.A fact he could not prove, yet which seemed to be borne out by therecord. For he could find no trace that DeVore had ever been born. Oh, there were strongindications that the man was in his forties, but no specific date wasgiven forhis birth. Not only that, but the man seemed to have been in hisforties now for well on forty years.Stranger yet was something he had stumbled upon one rainy afternoonthree yearsback. Idly trawling the web for new information, Joseph had come upon thefile of a man - one of DeVore's employees - who seemed familiar to him. It wassome facial characteristic that had made him sit forward and frown at the screen. It wasn't,of course, who he thought it was, but the idea that one might perhapstrawl the historical record for a specific face -DeVore's face - occurred to himin that instant Over the following week he had written a programme that would do justthat And then he'd let it run. The results were astonishing. Not one or two, but hundreds ofsightings, goingback over not eighty years, but close on eight hundred, the oldest ofthem a figure in Piero della Francesca's painting, The Recognition of the TrueCross,which was painted no later than 1460.It was possible, of course, that these faces were simply similar. Werethe natural result of genetics. Until one started to place them side byside and saw the unchanging nature of them. They were never young, never old. Andalways -always - there was that look in the eyes: that cold brutality thatcontradicted the smiling lips. 
Which raised the question: could a man live eight hundred years andnever age?On the screen the news ran on. Joseph blinked then sat forwardslightly,suddenly attentive again."... have confirmed that the starship is of human construction andmanned by ahuman crew, but as yet no one has claimed ownership of the craft..."Joseph cutin, speaking to his AI. "When did this happen?" "An hour back," thecomputeranswered him. "If s currently in geostationary orbit immediately aboveBeijing.A shuttle from the craft touched down at Tientsin spaceport two minutesback" Joseph nodded thoughtfully. "When you know anything more, let me know."He raised a hand. At once the sound from the news screen began again."... leaving two dead and one seriously injured. The two men are stillholed upin the lobby of the apartment block, which has been surrounded by armedpolice..." As the camera zoomed in on one of the men inside the lobby, Joseph gavea strange laugh of recognition. "But thaf s impossible ..."The face on the screen had been that of Kao Chen, one of his men. Butright nowChen was in Washington, along with Karr. It was they who had savedWetton's life. Again he spoke to the air. "Where are Karr and Chen?""Washington," camethe immediate reply. "You want me to patch them through?""No." Joseph shivered. What was going on? Starships ... and now this."Where is that building?" "Central Beijing. If s called the Tang Li Building.""Buy it."There was no argument, just a pause, then. "We now ownthe Tang Li Building.""Good. Now lef s divert there. And get security there at once. Twodozen of our best men. And make sure the police don't do anything stupid."A pause, then. "Done."Joseph let out a breath, then sat back agaia Something was happening.Somethinghe didn't yet understand. But he would. He had only to fit the piecestogetherand it would all come clear. On the screen, the camera panned across until it came to rest on theface of Gregor Karr, who squatted behind a barrier, a huge gun clutched to hischest That's you, Gregor, he thought, narrowing his eyes. That's unmistakablyyou. Yetif, at this moment, you're in Washington, how can it be? Unless ...Joseph spoke to the air. "Emily? What have we got on multidimensionalphysics?" 
"So what do we do now?" Karr, crouched down behind the reception desk, glanced across at hisfriend. "I guess we wait and see. If they wanted us dead, we'd be dead by now."That much was true. The cover in the lobby was poor. A good marksmanwould have had no trouble picking them off. And without exposing themselves fully,there was no way they could change that situation."Who were they, do you think?""I'd say they were working for whoever did that,upstairs."Chen gave the tiniest nod. One thing was sure. The men they'd run intoweren't Security. If they had been, they'd have been dead by now, becauseSecuritylooked after its own. Then again, there was little chance they'd get out of here alive. Theonlypossible reason they were still alive was that someone wanted to knowwho theywere, and where they'd come from. And as they had no intention of beingtaken,that left pretty few other options.What wotdd I do? Karr asked himself. He'd use gas, of course. Or stun guns. Or ...He swallowed, saddened suddenly by the thought that they would diehere, in astrange universe. And for what? Why, they wouldn't even get the chancenow to take a pop at DeVore.Outside, beyond the security cruisers that surrounded the front of thelobby, acraft was setting down: a big, black, shiny thing that was different inkind from the bulkier, armoured Security vehicles. It looked the kind ofthing abusinessman might fly.Karr raised his gun, looking through the sights as the craff s doorhissed openthen folded back into the roof. A big man stepped out, a multi-coloured coat draped about him, itssurfaces seeming to wink like a prism in the late afternoon sunlight The figurewas unfamiliar, but the face, even without its bulging eyes, wasunmistakable. "Kim!" Chen raised his gun and looked through the sights. "It can't be. Lookat the size of him. He's got to be six-six easily."But Karr was certain of it Staring at the man, he saw what the Kim heknew could have been under different circumstances. Saw just what physicalhandicaps he had 
overcome in their own world. 
Whereas here, in this world ...
Kim was talking to the Security chief. Karr saw anger on the man's
face, but Kim
stared him out, then gestured for him to go.
There was a moment's tense eye to eye confrontation between the two,
then,
furious, the Security man turned on his heel and, gesturing angrily to
his men,
began to leave.
At the same moment craft were setting down. Men spilled out. Armed men,
who 
looked to Kim for instructions. "What are they doing?" Chen asked.
"I don't know. But it looks like he's taken over from Security. Maybe
he owns 
the building."
"Well... it looks like we're about to find out He's coming over. What
do you
want to do?" 
Karr looked to Chen and shrugged. "I guess I'd better speak to him.
Cover me. 
But don't fire unless they fire first"
Lowering his gun, Karr stood, then stepped out from behind the
reception desk.
Up ahead of him the outer glass doors of the lobby hissed open and the
man in 
the many-coloured coat stepped through. He took a further couple of
paces
towards Karr then stopped, frowning.
"Gregor? What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were in
Washington?"
Karr narrowed his eyes. "Kim?"
The man shook his head, then. "Do you know me?"
"I think so. In my world your name is Kim. But you are not half the man
you are
in this world." 
At the mention of different worlds, this other Kim nodded, his eyes
widening.
"So you are from elsewhere."
Karr hesitated, then. "If you're not Kim, then who are you? What do you
call 
yourself?"
The man smiled, then put out a hand to Karr. "My name is Mister Joseph
Josephs.
But you can call me Joseph." 

The girl's mother was surprised to see him back so soon.
"Mister Huang ... Is something wrong?"
"We have to leave here earlier than we planned. Pack two bags, Madam
Yin. 
Essentials only. I can buy whatever else we need when we get there."
The Madam looked alarmed. "Where are we going?"
"To Tientsin spaceport I have a craft there. From there we'll fly out
to my
country place, in Sichuan Province." 

"Sichuan?' She stared at him, highly dubious now."Sichuan. Now get ready. And send the girl to me!"The tone of command in his voice - one he but rarely used - did thetrick She turned and disappeared inside A moment later the girl appeared Her eyeslooked tired, as if she'd just been woken."What is it?" she said, coming across and putting her arms about him,as if he had been her lover months and not a single day. "Mama says we are to goto Sichuan." "I have a summer place there. An estate. Up in the hills. You'll likeit I've horses ..." "Horses?" She looked excited. "I love horses." The closeness of her aroused him. Despite the urgency of the moment, hewanted to fuck her once again. He reached down and placed his hands over herbuttocks,the thinness of the garment she was wearing letting him feel the warmthof the flesh almost as if he touched it She looked up at him, wide-eyed. "You want to? Now?"He shivered, recalling how she had bewitched him the last time he'dbeen with her. "Not now," he said, denying the need he felt. "Now go and helpyour motherpack. We must be gone from here."Fei Yen clung to him a moment longer, then turned and disappeared backthroughthe door. Li Yuan stood there, staring at the doorway, then sniffed theair. Mei met. Plum blossom. He shivered, then turned, confused momentarily.Tongjiang. If they could get to Tongjiang they would be safe Even ifthe world collapsed about them. 
The two men met on the apron just beneath the shuttle. Though they weredressed differently, they looked identical, and Wyatt, looking on, stared indisbelief. "Howard!" the two men said as one, embracing each other warmly."You're looking good," the newcomer said, standing back a little. "Sowhat's happening here?""A little setback. But I'm dealing with it"The newcomer nodded, then looked past his double."Wyatt! How good to see you. You're dead back where I came from. Theyhad youexecuted in public. Big fucker withan even bigger sword took your head from your shoulders. I'd havebrought a tapeif I'd known." Wyatt had blanched, but the paradigm DeVore seemed amused by the news. 
"Executed, eh? Who would have thought it? And you, Howard?"
"My world is dead. Or as good as. Thaf s why I came to lend
a hand." 
There was a narrowing of eyes. Both men looked at each other intently a
moment,
then, as if they had come to some perfect understanding, grinned again.
"So who are we fighting?" the newcomer asked. "Ward? Li Yuan? Karr?"
DeVore shook his head. "None of those. Our enemy here is a man named
Josephs.
Joseph Josephs."
"Never heard of him." 
"Nor I until five minutes back." 
"You got a picture of this guy?"
DeVore nodded. "Come over to my craft I'll brief you as we fly back
in." 
"And I'll brief you," the newcomer said, putting his arm about his
twin's 
shoulders. "There's something you ought to know about yourself.
Something rather
important." 

Joseph sat on the bed beside the naked body of his other self and wept
He had 
not dreamed - had not even guessed - what he would find in the
apartment, nor
had Karr thought to warn
him. 
To find he had two brothers, and to find them dead, horribly murdered
in this 
way. It was too much.
He looked up, wiping away his tears, and saw the sympathy in Karr's
face. "You 
say there was a gateway, here in the room?"
"Yes." 
"So where is it?" 
Karr shrugged, then, remembering something, blinked. "It went before
... Jelka 
said so." 
"Jelka?" 
"Your wife . .." Then, realising that Joseph was looking at him
blankly, looked
down. "Kim's wife. She's back on Kalevala." "Kalevala?" "Their estate. 
On 
Ganymede."
Joseph stared at him, men huffed out a sigh. "I think you'd better
start at the 
beginning, Gregor. Ganymede? The Ganymede thaf s Saturn's moon?"
"Yes," Karr said, "only right now if s halfway to Eridani..."
Joseph gave a short laugh, then looked back at Kim. Frowning, he took
the edge
of the sheet and wrapped it over the corpse. "I wish I'd known him."
"He was a lovely man," Kao Chen said, his own eyes misted. "A real
giant"
Joseph met Chen's eyes, and saw that he meant nothing ironical by the
comment. 

He nodded, acknowledging what was said, then stood. He looked abouthim, as ifin a dream, then looked back at Karr."You know nothing about the gateway?"Karr shook his head. "Only Kim and K. knew how it worked. The equationswere ... well, difficult to say the least""Hmmm." Joseph seemed to sniff the air, then frowned. "Why would itshut off?" "Pardon?" Karr said. "The gateway. If it powered itself ... why did it shut down?""I don't know. Maybe someone switched it off.""Jelka?" Karr shook his head. "No. She wouldn't know how." "Then who?" Joseph turned, then walked through to where they had laid out K.'scorpse. Hisclothes lay nearby where DeVore had thrown them. Bending down, Josephwent through the pockets, then looked up, smiling."There! Look, Karr. This has to be it!"It looked like a marble. A simple piece of coloured glass. But insidethe tinytransparent sphere was a tiny flaming snake - a snake that wasswallowing itstale. Looking at it, Karr shuddered. It was the key!Joseph stared at it a moment, as if to try to fathom how it worked. Andthen he laughed and, holding it in his hand, gently squeezed itFrom the other room came a cry of surprise. "If s back!" Chen yelled,poking hishead round the door. "The gateway's back!"Joseph looked to Karr. "Will you go first, Gregor?""To break the news?" Joseph nodded, but he saw how much the thought of it troubled Karr. Thegiantstood there a moment, staring at the prone figure on the floor, andthen he nodded. "Alright," he said, an anger in his eyes as he looked up. "Butthen we come back here, okay? We come back and finish the bastards!" 
The morphs clearly considered him no threat. And why should they? Theyhad seen the damage to his head. And so Daniel found himself alone in theoperatingtheatre, the faint vibration of the constantly revolving ship the onlysound. Slowly he sat up, wincing, the pounding in his head threateningmomentarily toblack him out He closed his eyes and counted. By forty he was okayagain.Opening his eyes he carefully looked about him, making the tiniestmovements of his head, careful not to set it off again.He had to bandage it up somehow. To hold himself together long enoughto do what he had to do. There was surgical tape on the trolley nearby, and ascalpel.He slowly swung his legs around, then stood. The pounding returned.Again heclosed his eyes. Only thirty this time and the giddiness went, but theback of his head felt as if it was about to fall out through the gap in hisskull. Okay. One thing at a time. First he'd tape his head together. He torestripsfrom the roll of plaster and, gingerly - almost as if he was doing itto someone else, it felt so strange - he formed a tight web of tape about the backof his cranium. There! That should do. He turned slowly. Now he needed something to kill the pain. Becausethere would almost certainly be pain, and he wanted to feel nothing.Daniel limped across to the dispensary, each step a smallagony.'Grimacing, hereached up and, slipping the catch, pulled the cupboard door open.Pills. Endless pills. But which ones?He saw a name he recognised and took the packet down, staring at thelabel. Shit! They were injection only. He looked about, then saw an injector-gun on thesecond shelf. He took it down and loaded it with four of the capsules,then held the nozzle to his arm, pulling the trigger twice.Relief was immediate: a flood of warmth and reassurance. He slipped the injector into his pocket. Two was enough for now. He'dsave the others for a top-up if he needed itDaniel turned, resting his back against the cupboards. If what he'dheard was right, there were less than two dozen morphs on board. The very last ofDeVore's once glorious forty thousand. That meant they'd be stretched thin. Andthat meant that they would be keeping their prisoners in as few places aspossible,to make it easier to guard them.If they'd kept that many prisoners ...Not the bridge. And not here. Which left only a few otherpossibilities. One wasthe recreation hall at the very centre of the craft, and that wasn'tlikelywhile they were in orbit, because it would be difficult to mindprisoners in anil-gravity situation.It was more likely that they had them in the cargo holds. There wasroom enoughand more down there. 
But would they have kept Emily and the others with them?He decided not DeVore would want his prize prisoners kept apart Notonly so thatthey could be specially looked after, but also to break down the moraleof the rest of the contingentDaniel limped across and took the scalpel from the trolley, then, afterwrappingit in a cloth, slipped it into his pocket He crouched, drawing thecloth back and looking on the shelf underneath."Kuan Yin!" There was a gun! He remembered now. Emily had put it there. And thereit had sat all this while, hidden beneath the hanging cloth.Daniel reached in and took it out, studying it. It felt like it wasloaded. He checked. Yes, there were a full fifteen rounds in the cartridge.Enough to do what he had to do. Enough to give him an advantage.He straightened up, then stood a moment, mentally preparing himself.One chance. He had one chance to get this right. And not just for himself. For allof them. Cameras... He glanced up. The camera over the door was on, transmitting an imageof the room. If anyone was watching, they'd have seen him get up. They wouldhave seen him take the scalpel and the gun.No time, he thought, knowing that if they had, they'd be on their wayright now.He walked over to the door. It was locked, but there was an override.He flicked open the panel, exposing the touchpad and punched in the first half ofthe code. 1.4.AJLL. The top line went green. His fingers tapped out the secondhalf of the code. A.L.L.4.1. Hannah's idea. And thank the gods for itThe corridor was empty. It curved away out of sight The ship was onemergencylighting, so only one in three of the wall-mounted lamps was lit Itgave thecorridor a mottled look with patches of brightness and shadow, spokeson a giantwheel. He stepped out and to the left The drugs he'd injected were doing theirjob,holding him together, but he felt strange, like a sleepwalker. Thatwasn't good.He needed to be sharper than this.Daniel stopped and reached up to touch the back of his head, hisfingers tracingthe bandages. They were wet Blood was seeping through and tricklingdown his back. Shit! He should have frozen it somehow. But it was too late now. 
There was a feeder corridor just ahead of him. It led straight downthrough thecrew quarters and into the bridge itself. If they were anywhere, they'dbe there, because that was where the shuttle bay was. And if DeVore hadany use forthem, that's where he'd want to keep them.As he came to the branch, Daniel stopped, hearing noises. The heavyclunk of boots against a metal runged ladder. In the strange topography of theship itwas hard to know exactly where the noises were coming from. Up and downwere almost arbitrary notions in space. And sound carried in strange waysinside a ship. Especially in these circumstances.There was the faint murmur of voices, low and deep.Cautiously he peeped around the corner, looking "down" as if into awell. Two morphs stood at the bottom of that well, their backs to him, thehelmets of their suits pressed dose. They were huge, almost twice the height of anormal man, and built accordingly.It would be easy to shoot the pair of them. Easy, yes, but stupid,because it would lose him the only advantage he had. Surprise.Okay. So flunk. What are you going to do?He moved back, then studied the walls surrounding the opening. Therewere various hatches, but he hadn't a clue where any of them led. There wereairducts throughout the ship, but he wasn't even sure whether any of them werebig enoughto crawl along.Nor did he know whether his strength would hold out He was drawing onreserves as it was. The voices murmured again, then, unexpectedly, he heard the sound ofboots on rungs again, only this time he knew exactly where they were. The feedercorridor. One of the morphs was climbing the well, coming directlytowards him. He took out the scalpel and unwrapped it, then stood back, waiting.As the morph's head poked through the entrance, he stepped out and,putting onehand over its mouth, dragged the scalpel across its throat, diggingdeep.The creature's eyes widened with shock. It made a muffled noise, onehand whipping out to grip Daniel's shoulder, but, abandoning the scalpel,Daniel formed his free hand into a fist and jabbed at the morph's nose,putting everyounce of his strength behind the blow.The morph's hand loosened and fell away. As it slumped forward, Danieltwisted to the side, ensuring that it didn't fall on him and trap him there.Blood gouted from the wound at its throat It gurgled, one handtrembling as itreached out to grasp Daniel's foot, then it lay still.Daniel stared at it, his back pressed to the wall, the blood poundingat the back of his head once more. It didn't hurt, but he could feel the wetness dribbling down his nape and knew that he had opened up the wound again.He gave a little shudder, then, stepping carefully over the fallenmorph, lookeddown the well. It was empty. The other morph had gone.He swung out onto the ladder, then climbed down, expecting at anymoment to be discovered; for the morph above to start yelling, or for an alarm ofsome kind to go off. But nothing. Only the pounding in his head and the wetness,the slow draining of his life-force.At the foot of the tunnel he stopped, getting his breath. He feltexhausted. Only pure will power was keeping him on his feet From here on he wouldhave to trust to luck Yes, and to Emily's gun, for the scalpel was buried deepin the creature's neck He closed his eyes a moment, fighting the giddiness that threatened tooverwhelm him, then flicked them open again. Directly ahead of him were the crewquarters,six cabins in all, arranged three to each side of the long corridor,and beyondthem, through a secondary airlock, the bridge itself.Daniel began to walk, slowly, limping he was so tired, his left handsupportinghim against the wall, his right hand holding the gun.He was sweating now. And his eyes kept blurring over.Malfunctioning, he thought, almost amused by the realisation. I'mfuckingmalfunctioning, like some broken machine.He stopped, leaning heavily against the wall, then lowered his head. Itfelt like he was going to be sick. The drugs ...What if I made a mistake? What if they're the wrong drugs?Daniel looked up, his eyes slowly coming back into focus. And as theydid a morph stepped from the doorway not ten feet in front of him and turned.He shot it through the head - a single neat shot in the centre of theforehead. It dropped like a cut marionette.But the noise of the shot reverberated on and on in that narrow space:like an alarm going off throughout the ship.Trembling now, he staggered over to the open doorway and looked inside.Four figures lay on couches on the far side of the room, bound hand andfeet, their mouths firmly gagged; Han Ch'in, Kuei Jen, Hannah and, to the far left,Emily.As he stepped into the room he saw their eyes widen with surprise.He could hear shouting now and running feet.The room seemed suddenly massive, more a hallway than a cabin. His headswam briefly, then cleared again.Another shot. Give yourself another shot.Throwing the gun down, he pulled out the injector and held it to hisarm, givinghimself both of the remaining shots.For a moment he stood there, half doubled-up, then slowly, very slowly,his head cleared again.Daniel looked across the cabin. Emily was staring at him, his eyesimploring himto do something.He staggered across, then turned, looking about him for something tocut their bonds. "Shit!" They'd be here any moment He heard the ventilation duct that led fromthe airlock begin to hiss, which meant they were coming through from thebridgearea. He went back and, crouching down, picked up the gun again. There wasnothing forit. He would have to shoot the bonds off them. Returning to Emily's side, he placed the mouth of the barrel tightagainst thebonds that secured her wrists. The explosion would burn her, certainly,but that couldn't be helped.He twisted the gun around, so that it pointedstraight outthrough the open doorway - the last thing he wanted was to have abullet ricocheting about the cabin - and pulled the trigger.This time the detonation threw him back. He fell, going down awkwardly,the back of his head smacking against the side of one of the couches as he wentdown. And then blackness. 
Joseph sat in Kim's chair, reading K's journals and notebooks at aspeed thatKarr, looking on, found disconcerting.Jelka had taken the news badly. Kao Chen, concerned for her, had hadWang Ticome to Kalevala to comfort her. The two woman were upstairs even now,locked in a room together, grieving.The gate between the worlds had been closed temporarily, but only afterthey hadbrought the bodies back from the Paradigm World. The two of them now lay inmakeshift coffins on the desk in Kim's study, an honour-guard of Osumindingthem. In time they would be buried, but first there was the littlematter of DeVore to deal with. "Well..." Joseph said, closing the last of the journals and looking up."This is an eye-opener.""So what do you suggest?" Karr said, looking to Ebert and Kao Chen whostood close by. "Are the craft ready?""I believe so. Kim and K. had been working on adapting them. Jelkawould know." Joseph nodded thoughtfully. "I would rather we did not disturb Jelkaright now.Where are the craft?" Bcuro, who came into the room at that moment, answered him. "They'reoutside. On the surface." He stared at Joseph a moment, as if surprised to see Kimso enlarged and "normal", then, looking down, embarrassed by the way he'dstared,said. "And yes, they're ready.""Then we have only to decide who will go through," Joseph said, hiseyesstudying Dcuro. "Gregor ... you say each craft will take three,correct?" "And sufficient weaponry."Joseph met kbit's eyes. "You really think this is something that can beresolved by such means?"Karr nodded. "If we kill them if s over. For good."Ebert for once agreed. "Karr's right DeVore's the source. Whatever'stwisted emanates from him. I, for one, would welcome another crack at him.""And I!" Karr and Kao Chen said at once, then laughed."And you, Bcuro?"Dcuro nodded. "Then thaf s five of us ..." "Six," Jelka said, stepping into the room.Joseph stood. All turned to face her."But Jelka ..." Karr beganShe turned on him. "You would deny me my revenge?"Karr stared at her, then shook his head."Then let us prepare what we need and go," she said, magnificent atthat moment,her golden eyes burning. "Let us finish what my husbands so gallantlybegan." 
As the glide set down on the executive parking pad Li Yuan hurried thetwo women ahead of him out of the irising door, carrying the two cases himself.He had spoken to Cho Yi on the flight down, and though the markets hadstabilised, there was a sense of fragility about affairs that seemed to bode ill. War had not broken out between America and China, but that was not to saythat, later in the day, it wouldn't And then the spaceports would beclosed and there would be no chance at all to get away.Which was why he was going now. Because, as a gambling man, heunderstood when to play a hunch. And his hunch was that the whole pack of cards wasabout to come tumbling down.He had sent a message to Han Ch'in, telling him what he was doing, butmaking noreference to the girl and her mother. If Han came and joined him atTongjiang,they would sort matters out between them then. But he had not wanted tohave what might be their last conversation spoiled by bitter acrimony.And soyou liedto Han. For the first time in your life ...He did not like what he had done. In fact, his soul rebelled against itIt seemed a crime against not only brotherhood but against the mother whohad died bearing him.As they hurried across the apron towards his ship, he noted theincreased activity on all sides.So I'm not the only one flaying a hunch.Ships were rising up into the air even as they came to the foot of hisown craft, the noise so loud that they drowned out his shoutedinstructions. He waited a moment, until the rumble of one particularly loud craftfaded, thenshouted again."Wait here! I've got to deactivate the alarm!"They huddled together under the port wing of the craft as Li Yuan wentround and, reaching up into the panel underneath the fuselage, punched in thecode. Satisfied, he stepped out and, taking the controls from his pocket,pointed thelight-pencil at the cockpitLights flashed. The machine came alive.Li Yuan smiled and looked to the two women, about to tell them to come, across,then saw the expression on their faces. Fear. Sheer naked fear.He half turned, suddenly aware of someone just behind him. A small,neat-lookingman with short black hair was standing there, holding a gun up at thelevel of his head. "Li Yuan," DeVore said, smiling unpleasantly. "Long time no see." 
The fighting had been hard and uncompromising - to the death - but nowthe shipwas theirs. "We're losing air," Li Kuei Jen said, from where she sat in the co­pilot's seat'Til have to seal off all of the lower deck sections. Ifd take us far too longto search and find out where the leaks are." "Okay," Emily said, wondering how much time they had before DeVore hitback,"but make sure we haven't left anyone down there."The trouble was, they were trapped up here. DeVore had the onlyshuttle, andthat was down there, on the world below.She turned, looking to Han Ch'in, who had just stepped onto the bridge.He seemed troubled. "Han?" Han Ch'in came across. "He's bad, Emily. I don't know whether he'llcome throughthis time. The surgeon reckons there's extensive damage to the brain."Emily grimaced. "Is Hannah with him?"Han Ch'in nodded. "Okay. I'll finish here, then go down and see her.""He saved us," Han said, matter-of-factly."Yes," she said. "Strange, huh? DeVore's prize pupil. And look how heturns out?" Han laughed, then gave another sigh. 'Td kill that bastard if I got myhands on him." Emily's smile was tinged with a faint irony. She looked down at her ownburned hand. "That's if you can get your hands on him.""Do we know where we are yet?"Emily nodded. "Thafs our home world, all right. Geographically. Butfrom the transmissions we're tapping into I'd say that it has a history thaf sentirelydifferent from our own." "Meaning what?""Meaning that DeVore somehow shifted us into an alternate reality."Han Ch'in gave a laugh of disbelief. But then, seeing that Emily wasbeingserious, he narrowed his eyes. "What?""That's right. If s even possible that there are alternate versions ofourselves down there." Han Ch'in took that in. "So what are we going to do?""We wait There's nothing else we can do.""Thafs not entirely true," Li Kuei Jen said, turning in her seat "Wecould destroy the morph ship.""Destroy it?" Emily frowned. "Why?""Because if 11 send a signal back to him."Emily smiled, then nodded."Okay. Lefs send the bastard a message!" 
"Do I know you?" Li Yuan asked.The first of them looked up from where he was busy binding the olderwoman's hands and grinned at Yuan. "Not in this world."The other, who had arrived just after they had climbed on board, nowreappearedin the cabin's doorway. "Okay. We've clearance. If you're ready,Howard." "Ready and willing!" the first said cheerfully. Then, straightening up,he smiled at the three of them, who now sat in their chairs, trussed uptightly."Everyone comfortable? Good. Because we're going on a little trip. Avisit to an old friend. And I want you all to be on your best behaviour, because ifyouaren't, I might get a little angry. And when I get angry, I'm not anice personto be with, understand?"The two women nodded enthusiastically, but Li Yuan simply glared.The man was little more than a common bully. A thief who used violenceto gethis way. Even so, the situation was dangerous and he did not want toforce the man's hand. "Okay," the man went on, "now listen carefully. When we get closer toour destination, I want you, Li Yuan, to speak to our friend - his name isJosephJosephs, by the way - and get us permission to land on the pad at thetop of thebuilding he rents."Li Yuan glowered. "Why should I do that?""Because if you don't, your young friend here," and he indicated youngFei Yen,"will have a second mouth, slightly lower than her first"The gesture of a throat being slit was unmistakable.Li Yuan studied the man's eyes and saw that he meant it "Okay," hesaid. "But what if they say no?""They won't say no. And the reason they won't is because you'll tellMister Josephs that you have information that is crucial to him. Informationabout myself.""And why should that interest him?""Because, Mister Li, I'm behind all of this. I sent the market intofree fall. I had President Newell assassinated. I pushed the world to the very brinkof war." Yes, Li Yuan thought, staring back at him and knowing in that instantthat the man, though psychotic, was telling the truth; you may have done allthat, but if I'm right, our friend Josephs stopped you somehow. And now you want toget tohim. And he could prevent that But could he just sit by and watch thebastard cut her throat? Li Yuan looked down. "Okay," he said. "Just tell me what I have tosay." 
The wheel of fire burned in the air above Kalevala; a massive, turninghoop thatlit the cratered surface of the ancient moon. Close by the two craftsquattedlike strange insects as the six besuited figures approached them.Watching from the window of his father's study, Sampsa shivered,wondering if hewould ever see those six again.They'll be okay, Tom said inside his head; but Sampsa could sense Tom'sown uncertainty behind the words.It seems harder to stand and watch than go oneself, he answeredsilently,speaking to Tom across the distance between Kalevala and their rooms inFermi. You think we should have gone, then?Sampsa nodded. He turned briefly, staring across at the two figures inthe room behind him, stretched out in their coffins. He had always thought hisfattier would outlive him. Why? Because Kim had seemed so invulnerable But timeand circumstance had caught him like the rest of them, and now he laythere, thosedistinctive atoms that had made him what he was, slowly returning tothe universal mix. He felt Tom's unworded sympathy and smiled.Turning back, he saw that they had arrived beside the craft and wereclimbinginto the seats. The two machines had the look of fairground rides thathave been dismantled and abandoned. They looked quite incapable of the task theywould be asked to accomplish. But if his father had designed them, thentheywould work. That's what I'll miss the most, he said to Tom; the magic of it.Kim would have frowned to hear you call it that.Yes, but what else was it?It dtdn 't ever seem like normal science.And yet it worked.Yes, Sampsa said, and sighed aloud. Out on the surface, the six werenow strapped in. There was a moment's inactivity, and then the generatorsat the centre of each craft began to glow, as if a luminous electric snake wasendlessly climbing a pulsing silver pole. 
Slowly the two craft lifted, then turned towards the massive, burning
wheel. 
"Good luck!" he called quietly, hearing the echo of the words inside
his head as 
Tom, too, said them.
Good luck ... 

The explosion lit the late evening sky over Beijing. Flying back in
from 
Tientsin, DeVore looked up, then shielded his eyes.
"Howard! Get up here quickly!"
As the light faded, DeVore stepped into the cabin. "What is it?"
'The starship. If s blown up!"
Taking a seat beside his twin, he started to tap out the code that
would connect 
them to the starship's bridge. There was a green glow on the panel.
"No, look ... if s still there"
"Then what?" 
A face appeared on the screen above them. "Howard... oh, and Howard,
too. How 
good to see you both!"
"Ascher!" DeVore said, snarling.
"Who?" his twin asked, glancing at him.
But DeVore's attention was fixed on the screen. 
Emily smiled. "You let me go once before, Howard. I thought you would
have 
learned from that mistake. Never take prisoners, you told me once.
Never. Well,
you should have killed me while you could."
"I'll kill you yet."
"You can try, arsehole."
'Til..." 
The screen went dead. 
DeVore sat back, then slammed his fists down on the console. "Shit!
Fucking
shit!" 
"Problems?" his twin asked, a faint amusement on his lips.
"No," DeVore said distractedly. "No ..."
"No? Then what was that explosion?"
DeVore blinked. "The no-space ship ..."
"So there's no way back now, eh?"
DeVore slowly shook his head.
"Ah well..." the other said, reaching out to pat his arm. "We'll just
have to 
make do with fucking things up here!" 

Emily sat back, chuckling to herself. "Did you see his face? Did you
see it!" 
Han Ch'in was grinning. "Looked like he'd eaten a whole orchard full of
lemons!" 
"Maybe," Kuei Jen said, sounding a cautionary note, "but we're still
limited as 
to our options. And if he gets hold of a ground-to-air missile, we're 

done for." "Then maybe we ought to move out of range," Emily said, sobered by thatthought"Can we manoeuvre this thing?""Absolutely. Only how far away is safe? And if we do get back out ofrange, howis that going to help whaf s going on down there? No, Emily, we need toget backinto the game somehow. We need some way of getting down there""Could we land this thing?"Kuei Jen shook her head. "Not a chance. It isn't designed for it Bydestroyingall but one of the shuttles, DeVore made sure only he could come andgo.""So we sit here?" Han Ch'in asked, disgruntled."Looks like it" his half-brother answered. "Hmmm." "What are you thinking?" Emily asked, seeing the frown of concentrationon his face. "Just that there have to be other craft that we could use as a shuttle." "Maybe. But they're all earthside.""Then maybe we could coax one of them up here. To help us out.""How? We don't know anyone down there.""Don't we? I thought Emily said just then that there are other versionsof us down there." "I said there might be.""Well... why don't we appeal to some of them? Tap in to their mediachannels and see what happens. They certainly seemed interested enough in ourappearance."Emily looked to Kuei Jen, who shrugged."If s worth a try.""Then lefs do it," Emily said. "Anything's better than sitting on ourhands uphere!" Kuei Jen grinned, then sat forward, meaning to make the connections,when the whole of the sky in front of the craft seemed to light up.A great hoop of burning light was rotating in the darkness between themand the planet below."Kuan Ym\' At the centre of that fiery circle was a darkness that blotted out thatpart ofthe planet that was directly behind it. A darkness filled with stars.For a brief moment that was all, and then, with a swiftness that made them gasp, twocraft came through, looking all the world like massive flying thrones."What in the gods names are those?" Han Ch'in asked. But Kuei Jensimplylaughed."If s the bloody US cavalry, thaf s what it is!" 
DeVore stopped before the glass doors that marked the division between
the 
company's outer offices and the inner sanctum and raised his gun,
pointing it at
the woman who stood behind them. "Emily?... I thought it was you."
THE MARRIAGE OF THE LIVING DARK 
Emily Ascher narrowed her eyes, staring at the man who was holding the
gun on
her and gave the barest shake of her head.
"Who are you?"
DeVore grinned. "Me? I'm your worst nightmare. That is, if you don't
open those
fucking doors right now."
"And if I do?" 
"Then you get to live."
Her smile had steel in it. "Why don't you just shoot your way through?"
"And have the police crawling all over the place? No. Besides, if s not
you I
want, if s your boss."
"Mister Josephs?"
DeVore gave a nod of acknowledgment. "He of the many-coloured coats."
He raised 
his chin a little. "Why does he do that?"
"The coats?" 
"Yes." 
"A biblical allusion." No way was she going to tell the fucker the real
reason. 
"Biblical?" 
There was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, as if she wasn't sure
quite how
mad he was, then she nodded. '^Joseph. You know. Son of Jacob. Sold
into slavery
by his brothers. Interpreter of dreams. He rose to become chief
minister in 
ancient Egypt You must know the tale."
"Must P" DeVore's gun did not waver. "Open up. Or die."
Emily hesitated a moment longer, then, shrugging, gave the command. ,
"Open up."
As the computer responded to her command, DeVore stepped through the
slowly
opening doors, tucking his gun back into his belt
"Thank you," he said politely. "Now sit down, and don't touch anything
unless I 
tell you to. I'd hate to have to hurt you,"
"Would you?"
That iron in her - that refusal to bow to him in any way -aroused him.
It was 
what had always appealed to him abouther. So few of these mortals were
like her. 
It made him want to have her there and then. But there was something
else to do 
first. Something far more important.
"Call him. Tell him I want to meet him. Here." 
"He won't come." 
"Ask him. Let him make that decision." 

She raised her eyebrows, then turned and tapped out a code on the
keyboard in
front of her. There was a moment's hesitation, then she turned back,
frowning.
"I can't seem to raise him. If s as if..." 
Then there was a rapid beeping. She seemed almost to sigh with relief.
"Mister Joseph?"
But DeVore pushed her out of the way. "Joseph? If s me. DeVore. We need
to 
talk." 
It was Kim. He knew it as soon as he saw that face. Kim transformed,
but still 
Kim. That knowledge hardened his resolve.
Joseph shook his head. "We've nothing to say."
"Oh, come now ... I think it could be one of the great conversations of
all 
time, don't you? You could bring Master Tuan along and we could talk
metaphysics."
Joseph laughed coldly. "From what I can make out, the only subject that
interests you is ballistics."
Noting Joseph's background for the first time, DeVore frowned. "Where
are you?"
"None of your business," Joseph answered, then, smiling, he cut the
connection. 
"Get him back!" DeVore snarled, turning on Emily.
But she merely pointed to the board where the flashing light had now
died. 
"Looks like he's incommunicado." 
He reached out and grabbed her about the neck, making her flinch.
"You'll 
fucking get him here if if s the last thing you do!" 

Li Yuan looked about him at the empty lobby, then stood. He had been
told to sit 
exactly where he was or both the women
would be killed, but he could no longer sit there and do nothing -
though what
he would do was a mystery even to himself.
The first DeVore had left him to be guarded by the other, but within
moments of 
him going into the building, the other had given his warning and
disappeared,
saving he would be back very shortly.
That had been ten minutes back 
Li Yuan pushed through the doors, then stopped, facing a scene of
carnage. The
guard behind the reception desk had been pulled right over his desk,
garrotted.
Two more security men had been knifed and left for dead. A cleaner,
taken by
surprise as he came through the far door, had been throttled. And here,
at the 
foot of the stairs that led up to the glass doors of the company's
inner 
sanctum, lay another guard, a look of shock in his eyes, his hands 

locked about the knife that was embedded deep in his throat.Unsteady now, he walked across to the desk. The guard wore a holster.Grittinghis teeth, he reached in and removed the weapon, then turned. The gunfelt strange, unwieldy, in his hand. A dead man's gun.Unused to such violence, he found himself trembling as he climbed thecentral steps. The gun was loaded, but he did not know whether he could use itHe had never fired a gun in anger, nor did he know if he could now.He would be justified in shooting the bastard, but whether he couldactually doit was another matter. He felt sick to the pit of his stomach. Sick andafraid. I should have stayed in the lobby, he thought, wondering what in thegods' nameshad made him follow DeVore. Or better yet made a run for it.Coming out onto the level he paused. There was no sign of anyone beyondthe opendoors. And then he saw them, on the far side of the open-plan office,the woman crouched over a communicator while DeVore held a gun to the back of herhead. He felt his nerve give. His legs wanted to buckle.No, he told himself, closing his eyes. Face it. Conquer it.Li Yuan swallowed silently, then took another step, fearing that at anymoment DeVore would turn and see him. He could barely hold the gun now, he was shaking so much.You have to do this, he told himself, reminding himself why he'd come,or hell just go on. Hell Ml you if you don't. And the girl.The thought of DeVore harming the girl, more than any thought forhimself, gavehim strength. He could do this.He took another step, and then another. He was inside the inner sanctumnow,nothing between him and DeVore but thin air. A single shot would end itLi Yuan raised his left hand up to steady his right, to try to keep thedamn thing still, yet even as he did, DeVore yelled and stepped back, aiminga mightybackhander at the woman that sent her sprawling."Can't you do a single fucking thing right!"He kicked her aside, then began to operate the keyboard himself. "Comeon, youbastard! Come on!" He saw the woman begin to climb up, something in her hand, and at thatmoment something strange happened, for DeVore's arm seemed to grow into aspike thattransfixed the woman clean through the chest.Li Yuan blinked, unable to believe what he had seen. The woman had beenlifted into the air and seemed to dance on the long, steel-like pole that now extended from DeVore's expanding body. Even as Li Yuan watched, wide-eyed, theman's clothes tore apart, a dark, rotund shape emerging from within.He dropped the gun and took a backward step. And then his legs didgive. Beforehis eyes DeVore was changing ... becoming a great, leathery blackbubble that swelled grotesquely to fill that whole side of the office, pressing upinto the ceiling and bursting through, eight huge, steely limbs now extendingfrom his twin abdomen. Li Yuan pressed his face into the carpet, not wanting to see; afraid tosee. And then some ancient instinct overtook him and, inch by inch, he began tocrawl away from there, back to the stairs and out.Away. Anywhere but away from the nightmare that was unfolding up aheadof him. 
THE MARRIAGE OF THE LIVING DARK A security guard, watching idly at his desk, was the only one to seethe hugething burst through the mesh that covered the top of the building andclimb out,its long, thin legs taking it quickly, gracefully to the edge of thatmassive construction. The man leaned forward, brushing at the screen. "What the ...?"On the screen, the giant spider paused, then seemed to throw itself upinto the air, swimming against gravity, ascending as if upon an invisiblethread, itslong legs spinning a web of force beneath it as it went.For a moment the man simply gaped, stupefied. Then, instinct takingover, hebrought his hand down hard upon the pad, sounding the alarm. 
DeVore steered the craft down onto the roof of the storage warehouse,then killed the engine, smiling as he unstrapped himself.He had all of the necessary documentation. Now he only had to presentit and the machine would be his. There had always been a part of him that had known, but not until histwin arrived and spelled it out for him had he understood. This was why hewas as he was. This was why he felt the black wind blowing at his back. He feltthe spidershape flex inside his puny human frame and grinned.Downstairs, on storage level nine, was the no-space ship. He had only to go andretrieve it and he could be out of here. Safe. Ready to fight anotherday.Things had gone wrong. Things had gone badly wrong, and no amount oftinkeringcould put that right. But next time...He walked through, staring at the two women a moment, seeing the fearin their eyes. For a moment he thought of finishing them, but he was beyond suchpettiness right now. Turning from them, he pressed his hand against thepad onthe hull and the hatch hissed open.It was evening now and the sun was slowly setting. He stepped out,looking abouthim briefly at the bleak cityscape, then stepped down onto theroof.With anyluck they'd kill his twin. Deal with him for him. And maybe that wouldsatisfythem. Whatever, it would be good for him. Because he didn't likecompetition.Not even from himself. He turned, taking one last look at the world, glowering at the sun,then walked across and pulled open the door, going down into the building. 
The two craft fell silently from the upper air, slowing as the greatcityscapeunfolded before them. Tientsin was directly beneath them now, the seato their right Ahead, beyond the city, the mountains lifted into the blue.As they levelled out at ten thousand feet, Joseph gestured to Karr inthe other craft. "Gregor ... you go after the shuttle. We'll wait at the Temple."Karr gave a wave of acknowledgement as his craft peeled away, like agreat chairgliding on the air.Joseph turned to look at Jelka, smiling awkwardly at her. He was stillnot used to the way she looked at him, nor was he sure that he could evenimagine whatshe was thinking, let alone feeling, only that he reminded her of whatshe had lost "Why the Temple?" she asked."Because it is the centre of all things.""And you think DeVore will go there?""He will be drawn to it, if only because we are there."She narrowed her eyes, then looked away."Jelka?" She looked back. "Yes?" "I wish Td known them." "Yes ..." She paused, a small motion in her face showing how she foughtbrieflyto control what she felt, then she smiled. "If we come through, I'll 
tell you of
them. Or what I know, anyway. I didn't know K. long."
He nodded, then looked back at the landscape below them. The Temple of
Heaven 
was not far now. If one looked hard one could see it, just there beyond
the 
southern city, in the great
open space between the southern sprawl and the towers of the financial
district. 
The centre. Where it all began, if Master Tuan is right. And where it
now must 
end. 
"Dcuro?" 
"Yes, Joseph?"
"Are you ready?"
Dcuro laughed. "Let him show me the whites of his eyes and I'll drill
two holes 
in them!" 

Wisps of black smoke, drifting out of nowhere, gusted in a wind that
never 
ceased, blowing from the dark heart of nothingness.
The great spider crouched on the mound, overlooking the ancient Temple,
gnawing
at the bones of its latest victim as it waited. 
The darkness between the stars called to it, making it ache to leap
high, away
from the pull of this tiny rock, away from the irritating heat of this
paltry,
insignificant star, out until it could drift, free of all forces, in
the silent 
coldness where it had first begun.
Yet something kept it here. Some dark residual thing.
It looked up, frowning, its huge eyes focusing, and then it remembered.
The game. I have not finished the game.
They were standing between the pillars of the temple. Three of them.
Jelka, the
one who called himself Joseph, and one other, a Han by the look of him.
He laughed, the noise issuing from his huge, beaked mouth like the
raucous cry
of a crow. Yet his voice, when it came, was still DeVore's voice.
"The last stone," it said, casting the bones aside then stretching on
its legs,
so that it towered above both them and the Temple itself. "I have come
to place
the last stone on the board." 
The Joseph one nodded, then stepped forward. He held something in his
palm.
Something small and round and white.
A stone ... 
"How quaint," it said, smiling ferociously.
It took a step towards them, then stopped, seeing the man's arm go
back, to heft
the stone into the air. 
The explosion took off two of its legs. It staggered, keeping itself 

upright,
then, furious, twisted its abdomen round to face them, ready to pierce
the 
barrier and release the darkness that would annihilate them. Yet, even
as it 
turned, it froze, as the air surrounding it shimmered and went solid.
Jelka looked to Joseph, but he was staring, as if he did not understand
what had 
happened. And then the air before them parted.
Jelka cried out; a sound both of pain and happiness.
"Kim!" 
Joseph felt a ripple of pure fear run through him. It was Kim, and K.
too, just
behind him. But they were dead. He could see from the paleness of their
skin,
from the marks upon their flesh, that they were dead.
"What have you done?" he asked.
The voice that answered him was an echo that sounded from their empty
mouths as 
if they spoke with a single voice.
"Master Tuan has given us this hour, to set things right and unify the
universes." 
Jelka took a step towards them, but Joseph reached out and held her
arm. 
"No," he said quietly.
And now she too saw the small red mark upon Kim's forehead, and
groaned. And
Joseph felt the sorrow that lay behind that noise, as much as if he
himself had 
uttered it, and finally understood what she had lost
"What has happened to it?" he asked, pointing to the frozen creature.
Kim and K. turned as one, their eyes impassive, then looked back at
Joseph. "I
have placed it in a temporary space."
"Will it be destroyed?"
But Kim, if he heard the question, did not answer it directly.
"The snake," he said, even as his form shimmered and disappeared from
sight,
"the snake must swallow its tail." 

THE MARRIAGE OF THE LIVING DARK 
"Li Yuan?" 
Li Yuan stared back at Karr, fear in his eyes, and began to back away.
"No, wait! I won't harm you. I'm on your side!"
"You know me?" 
"In another universe, yes."
Li Yuan turned, looking back over his shoulder at the building, as if
expecting
something horrible to emerge from it at any moment Noting that look,
Karr 
frowned. 
"What is it?" 
Li Yuan looked back at him, then shook his head. "You wouldn't believe
me." 
"Did he change?" 

"Change?"
The look of startlement told Karr that he was right DeVore must have
changed
into his original form.
"Were they both here?"
Li Yuan hesitated, then nodded.
"So where's the other one?" 
"He left, to go and do something. Thaf s when I went inside, after his
twin. But 
he must have come back. When I came out here again it was gone."
"Your craft?" 
"Yes." Li Yuan shook his head, distraught "He's got her."
"Her?" 
"Fei Yen and her mother." 
Karr looked to Chen, exchanging a look. "You're married to Fei Yen?"
Li Yuan shook his head. "No, no, I..."
"Look," Chen said, interrupting, "can we trace your craft somehow?"
"Yes. There's a trace-code. In case it gets stolen. I have it here."
He searched a moment, then took a small card from his pocket and handed
it to 
Karr. Karr studied it a moment, then asked. "How do we get this to
work?" 
"If 11 work in the computer of any glide."
"Glide?""The hover cars. That's what they're called."
"Ah ..." Karr looked about him, then, spotting one nearby, went over to
it. He 
stared at it a moment, then took out his gun and shot the lock open.
Turning
back to Li Yuan, he grinned. "Okay. You come with me, Yuan. Chen, you
and Hans 
follow on in the ship. We may need it if things get too hot."
Li Yuan, however, still seemed reluctant to go with him.
Karr looked at him, concerned. "Are you afraid, Yuan?"
Yuan hesitated, then nodded.
"That's good," Karr said. "That's perfectly healthy. But now you must
step
beyond your fear, Li Yuan. If you want to save the girl."
Yuan looked up sharply. "Okay," he said quietly. "But I warn you, I
cannot use a 
gun."
Karr laughed. "Oh, do not worry, Master Li, if necessary I shall do the
shooting
for the both of us!" 

Jelka was sitting at at the bottom of the great white stone ramp,
staring
straight ahead, tears in her golden eyes.
Kim, standing within the no-space, watched her a moment, then turned,
looking to
Tuan Ti Fo, who sat cross-legged before the wet ctd board.
"Why did we interfere, Master Tuan? I thought it was your purpose not
to 
interfere. Not directly, anyway."
The ancient looked up slowly. "That is so. It feels like cheating, and
I am 

loathe to cheat" "Then why now?""To bring it to a close. To end it" He gestured towards the board."Look ... the board is almost filled." Kim walked across, then made the calculation in his head. It was adraw. Or almost so. There was one single unresolved stone - one single "ko". Ifone could find a way to use it one would take the whole of the western group andwin the game.Or lose it His hand went up to touch the hole in his forehead. It troubled him tohave had to appear to Jelka in this condition, but as Master Tuan had explained,it could not be helped.Much could be planned, but in the end it all came down toimprovisation. Eventhe greatest Master of the game understood that much. If planning wereall it was, then there would be no Master of Masters. All would, at a certainlevel, beequal. And that was not how this universe of theirs functioned. Notuntil it ended, anyway.Kim looked past the old man at the frozen form of the creature he hadknown in life as DeVore. "What do you feel, Master Tuan?"Tuan followed his gaze. "About my twin? Mainly sadness. Sadness at thewaste of such immense talents." He paused, then. "When he dies, I die. Youunderstand that, Kim?"Kim stared at him, surprised. "But I thought...""That there could be good without evil? Darkness without light?Daylight withoutshadows? No, Kim. There will be no Edens. No Peng Lai. But maybe youcan live in less hilly climes, neh? Without so many peaks, so many troughs." Theold man smiled. "My twin was a great exaggerator of effects. He had the talentof makinga weak man bad, a bad man terrible and a terrible man truly evil. Whenhe is gone, there will still be weak men, yes, and bad men, and even terriblemen. But without him, so I believe, there will be no true evil.""And if you're wrong?"Tuan laughed at that "Ever the sceptic, eh, Kim? Even in death. Everthe scientist" Kim smiled faintly, then turned, looking back at the woman who, inlife, hadbeen his wife, his soul-mate. "I wish ..." 
"That you had not died? All men die, Kim. Yes, and you were rightthere, too,not to seek to make immortals of your fellow men. You could have doneit Kim. You had the talent But you were also given something else. The abilityto chose between good and evil courses. And that - and that alone - has broughtus to this final point""So what now, Master Tuan?"Tuan Ti Fo smiled, then pointed to the "ko". "It is time to play thefinal stone." 
They had tracked the craft to an isolated tower on the east side of thefinancial district. A storage warehouse by the look of it. Setting downbeside the craft, the four men climbed down. As Chen gathered their weaponsfrom the racks beneath the chairs, Karr turned to Li Yuan and handed him hishandgun."Stay here, Yuan. And if he comes, blast him. Don't think, just pointat him, asif you're picking him out to identify him, and pull the trigger."Li Yuan nodded. "I'll try.""Good. Hopefully you won't have to.""You're going in after him, then?"Karr nodded, then turned to take the big JPK4 from Chen. "This time Imean to get him. Not some tank-bred copy, but him. Or one of him, anyway."Seeing that Li Yuan didn't understand a word, Karr smiled, then laid ahand on his shoulder. "You'll be okay. Just stay under cover and watch that doorway. Leavethe rest to us." "But what if he changes? You know ... into one of those things?"Chen answered him. "Then we'll let him have it anyway. Both barrels!"Li Yuan looked from one to another, thinking what an odd trio theywere. Two sixty-year-old soldiers and a blind man! Then, understanding that theywere serious, he straightened up and gave each of them a bow of respect"Good luck, ch'un few!"Karr smiled, then turned to the others. "Come on. Let's finish it." 
They went down, level after level, checking each out in turn.At first they found nothing. The upper floors had been deserted. Then,six levels down, they heard something. An exchange of voices. An argument,and then a single shotThey went down another flight and out, into a corridor. Nothing. It had to be down one more floor. Quick, Karr mouthed, looking to Chen and Ebert Yet even as he startedforward,he felt his gun tumble out of his hand, almost as if it had beenknocked from his grasp.Chen turned to stare at him. "Go on!" he whispered. "Go on! I'll catch up with you!"Chen nodded and turned back, beginning to run, Ebert in dose pursuit.Karr picked up the gun and made to follow, then saw that the tiny redpanelbeside the cartridge was flashing.Malfunction. "Staff' He shook the thing, as if that would rectify the fault, but all thathappenedwas that a second line started flashing under the first.Loading Jam.He stared at it, unable to believe what he was looking at. Only once -once in all his time as a soldier! - had he had a gun jam on him. And never aJPK-4. Karr looked up. Their footsteps were getting distant If he didn't gonow ... He began to run. As he entered the stairwell, there was a gust of warmair and then a brilliant searing lightHe turned instinctively, closing his eyes, yet he knew even as he didwhat it was. A light grenade. And Chen and Ebert had run straight into it Theywould be crawling about down there, blind and defenceless.There was no time to worry about a broken gun.Karr leapt the flight of stairs and hauled himself about the turn,seeing, evenas he did, the small, neat figure that stepped out from the passage tothe side and raised his gun.DeVore ... He saw Ebert turn, blind as he was, and face their mortal enemy, almostas if he saw him. "You shall not prevail..."There was no time to call a warning. Throwing himself forward, Karrleapt, evenas the gun went off.Half a second too late, he cannoned into DeVore's back, slamming himdown onto the floor. For a moment he lay there, groaning, hurt himself, his leg twisted inthe fall. Then, forcing himself up, he reached out and closed his fingers aboutthe barrel of the JPK-4. He had done this once before. In another world. In another life. Now he must do it again. 
DeVore lay just beneath Karr, his head turned to the side, a smalltrail of blood trickling from beneath the chin.Karr closed both hands about the barrel and raised the gun. Themalfunction message was still flashing, but it did not matter now. He swung itback, thenbrought it sharply down, the heavy wooden butt striking DeVore's skullwith a wet yet solid crack.For a moment Karr stared at the shattered mess that had been DeVore's head,then, with a shudder, he let the gun fall from his hands.Was that it? Was it over now? He looked across. Chen was sitting up, knuckling his eyes and groaning.Just across from him Ebert lay still, blood pooling dark beneath him."Aiya ..."He tried to get up, and almost fell back, the pain from his leg was sointense. "Chen ..." he groaned. "Kao Chen ..."Chen turned his head blindly. "Gregor? Is that you?""Yes ... he's dead, Chen. I got him."Chen laughed, such relief in his voice that Karr thought for a momenthe was going to cry. "You're sure?" he said. "I mean ... if s really him?""Yes ... but ..." He swallowed, then went on, steeling himself to voicehis fears. "I think Hans is dead." Chen's groan, the grimace of pain on his face, mirrored how Karrhimself felt inside. For a moment silence. Then, quietly. "But we got him, Chen. We finallygot him." 
Master Tuan had felt the disturbance in the air as the first of them had died. Now there only remained the one.THE MARRIAGE OF THE LIVING DARK "When he is gone the breach will be healed, the universe made whole."Kim, standing beside him, looked out at the scene before the ancienttemple asthey brought Eberf s body from the craft and laid it in the sunlight Hewatched them gather about the bier and saw the sadness in their faces, andwondered, notfor the first time, what was the purpose of it all."One must not think in terms of purpose," Tuan said, as if he readKim's thoughts. "One must learn to live for the day.""Would it were that easy," Kim said. "Or do you forget I am dead?""In this world, yes. But in the world to come ...?"Kim looked to him, surprised. "What do you mean?""Wait and see, Kim Ward. Wait and see." 
Jelka turned as the three men stepped from the air. This time she wasready forit This time she steeled herself not to show the turmoil within her. Even so, it was a shock to see that Kim was smiling."Prepare yourselves," he said, K. echoing the words alongside him. "Ifs time." Behind him, Tuan Ti Fo turned and, stepping within the no-space, walkedover to where his twin crouched, suspended in his natural shape. For a momenthe seemed to hunch, as if in prayer, and then, from within his cloak, he withdrewa long,thin blade that seemed to flicker with a strange light Steppingforward, heplunged the blade deep into the creature's abdomen, embracing it,merging withit even as they watched. There was a cry of intense, almost unbearablepain, andthen the air about the two creatures shimmered Buildings wavered andvanished. The two gate-craft flickered and were gone. In an instant all waschanged,transformed. A ripple, and then stillness.A bird called, high and clear.Jelka blinked. Where Kim had been, Joseph now stood. But not justJoseph, for inhis eyes she saw both Kim and K., the three in one.And flowers!Everywhere onelooked, flowers!Jelka laughed, astonished, then turned. All about her, her friends werelookingdown and staring at themselves, as if they had been bom anew. As indeedtheyhad! Even Ebert, who had died, now stood among them, his blue eyes staringabout him in amazement Karr laughed and held up his right arm. It flared a brilliant gold inthe sunlight "Look!" he called, amazed. "I've got a metal arm!"Jelka stared, reminded terribly of her father at that moment, thenturned back,facing Joseph. Facing the stranger who was now her man, throughout alltime and all realities. "If s done," he said, coming over and embracing her. "This is all thereis now. The rest..." He touched his head gingerly, then laughed."What is it?" she asked, concerned.His eyes met hers, sparkling eyes that seemed more alive than she hadever seen them. "If s just that I've forgotten.""Forgotten? But you never forget" 
"The equations. I know there were some, but..."
She put a finger to his lips. "Let them go, my love. Let them go ..."
Then,
savouring the moment, finding it strange that she did not have to bend
to kiss 

him, she put her mouth to his and closed her eyes. 
EPILOGUE - WINTER 2250 last quartersYellow dust and dear water beneath the FairyMountains Change places once in a thousand years which passlike galloping horses. When you peer at far-off China, nine puffs ofsmoke: And the single pool of the ocean has drained into acup.
-Li Ho, A Dream of Heaven, 9th Century adlast quartersEridani burned golden in the morning sky. Orbiting it, ninety-fivemillion miles distant, its fourth planet was a green, earth-like planet; a lush,unspoiledworld. A world without predators.It had taken them three years to catch up with the New Hope and anothertwo to finish their voyage between the stars. For three years now they hadlived on the surface of this new world, acclimatising, living in airtight domes astheyslowly assimilated the bacteria of this agreeable yet wholly alienenvironment. Bacteria which, had they not taken care, would have killed them aseffectivelyas any gun or bomb.There was sickness and death, but things quickly improved. Thanks toJoseph andhis skills, the next generation would be natives of this world and liveoutside beneath its pleasant, yellow sun., In the last day of Autumn, Joseph stood in a patch of sunlight, onehand resting lightly against the curve of the dome's glass, looking out intothe world they had inherited. Behind him, in the garden he had made forJelka, hisfour-year old grandchild, Sampsa's daughter, ran along the maze ofpaths,singing to herself as she wentFor a moment longer he looked out at that overwhelming tide of green,then he turned, watching the child, a broad smile on his face. Earlier he hadshown her how the spider wove its web and had told her the story of theEdderiminaru and how the universe had once been split And she, crouched beside theglistening 
web, had listened awe-struck to the tale."Is that true, grandfather?"
she had 
asked when he had finished. "Is it really true?"
He laughed and straightened up. "So they tell me," he had answered with
a wink. 
Now, looking across the interior of the dome, he shared something of
her 
disbelief. 
"Mileja!" he called, beckoning her to him. "Come! Lef s go see Nanny
Jelka!" 
He scooped her up in one arm and carried her through into the next
dome, smiling
with pleasure when he saw that they had guests.
"Kao Chen! Gregor! Why didn't you tell me you were here?"
Gregor came across and embraced him. A moment later, Chen did the same.
"We didn't want to disturb you," Chen said, grinning up at him, then
bending
down to smile at Mileja, who hid shyly behind her grandfather's leg.
"And how are all your grandchildren?" Joseph asked, looking to each of
them. 
"Thriving," Karr answered, then shook his head. "I thought four
daughters was a
handful. But a dozen grandsons!"
Chen nodded sagely. "It must be the air, Gregor."
"You think so?" Then, seeing that Chen was ribbing him, he grinned.
Chen himself had eight grandsons and five granddaughters, and claimed
that they
would shortly have to build a bigger family dome if this went on.
"We called by," Karr said, "because Hannah asked us to."
"Ah..." Joseph nodded. "And how is our Hannah? It seems an age since I
last saw 
her." 
"Oh, she's been working hard, Joseph. But it seems she's finished."
"Finished?" 
"Oh, not completely," Chen interceded, "but enough to give a reading."
Joseph's face lit "A reading? When?"
'Tomorrow evening. In Fermi."
Joseph looked up through the dome at the crescent of Ganymede in the
sky
overhead. "Then we must be there!" 
Karr smiled. "She hoped you would be."
"And Ben? Will Ben be going, too?"
Karr looked to Chen, then smiled. "He too has a new piece of work to
display."
"A painting?"
Chen shook his head. "He says ifs something called a symphony. He calls
it Song
For Eridani." 
Joseph nodded thoughtfully. "I didn't know ..."
"No," Chen said. "Nor any of us. But he has had some of the youngsters
practising it these past few months, though not a word got out about it
That 
alone is a wonder; these youngsters talk so much!"
At that moment Jelka came out from the main house, flanked by Marie and
Wang Ti.
The three wives looked at their menfolk a moment, then huddled
together, 

giggling."More mischief, I'll warrant," Karr said confidingly."Do you men want supper?" Jelka asked.Joseph looked to the others, who shrugged. "All right," he said, "butI'll pourus drinks first We'll be in the moon room." He looked down to young Mileja. "You want to go and help grandma,peach?"She nodded and ran across. Karr watched her, then looked back at Joseph. "To think she won'tremember ChungKuo." "And maybe thaf s a good thing," Joseph answered, putting out a handand ushering them through into the small dome -the moon room - at the sideof the house. "It was not a great place to live in latter years. Whereas this..." Chen nodded. "Maybe so. But we should remember Master Tuan's warning.This is no paradise. Not unless we make it so. We must learn from what wentbefore." '1 agree," Joseph said, following the two through the gate and into thedimly-lit interior, "which is why Hannah's work is so important Why, Iwas telling young Mileja earlier about what happened, and even as I wastelling her,I wondered how much was real and how much I had made up, it seemed sodreamlike." Karr nodded sombrely, then gestured to their surroundings. "All thoseyears ago,when I was a blood beneath the Net, how could I have imagined this? Tostand in the light of another star, with Chung Kuo gone, abandoned to a host ofplants!""Intelligent plants," Chen corrected him with a grin. "But come now,first things first. Joseph, have you any of that brandy left?" 
The landing pad at Fermi, which normally held few more than three orfour craft,was packed tonight. More than forty ships had come, from Ganymede andthe planetbelow, which, in accordance with Joseph's wish, they had named LastQuarters.As they gathered in the rooms about the hall where the performanceswould be given, there was a great sense of reunion. It was a busy life,transforming aworld, and though they often saw each other on screens to discussbusiness,these kinds of occasion had been rare of late, so there was an air ofgenuinecelebration. The Osu were there, and Dcuro Ishida and his family - more than sixty in all,now that his nephews had begun to produce their own offspring. Emily,now wheelchair bound, sat amongst them, talking animatedly, while behindher,Daniel, Hannah's husband, stood silently, his intelligent eyes takingin everything.At Joseph and Jelka's arrival, there was a great hubbub of noise.Friends flocked to greet them and shake their hands or slap their backs, for inJosephboth K. and Kim lived on, looking out through the larger man's eyes,instillingin his spirit the generosity and sympathy those other men had exhibitedthroughout their lives."Is Ben here?" Joseph asked, wanting to see his old friend."He is rehearsing," Chen answered him, appearing at Joseph's elbow,"can't youhear?" There was the sound, behind the murmur of the crowd, of strings andwoodwind,starting and stopping. A faint, unfamiliar noise.Hearing it, Joseph shivered. It had been so long since he had seen anorchestra play. So long since he had sat and listened to another read aloud. Suchcivilised pleasures. Nor were they to be considered simply luxuries:these were things that made life more than mere existence.He looked about him, proud to be part of this great experiment, thisgreatfamily of beings who now carried the story of humankind forward into anew age.It was not often he thought thus, for there was always too much to doday by dayon a practical level, but right now it struck him powerfully.They had been given another chance. A chance to get it right; to learnfrom pastmistakes and create the social structures and institutions that would enhance their lives, not subjugate them.If only Master Tuan were here to see this, he thought wistfully. But heknew that that had been the price. Old Tuan had sacrificed himself - and hisrace -to give them this undeserved opportunity.He had once said as much to Jelka and she had frowned deeply, askinghim justwhy he felt it "undeserved", and he had referred her to man's longhistory. Butshe, in reply, had spoken of their friends, of the good people who nowshared this life with him; had argued that all they had ever needed was newair for them to become new creatures. And so they worked towards that; to make themselves new creatures,adapting themselves to suit this Eden of a planet and not the other way about,for that had always been the mistake mankind had made - to think that all ofcreation could be adapted for their use.People before machines. That had become their creed.Machines were necessary, of course, yet they were also secondary. Theytook care to use machines purely as tools, utilising them in the same way thatone mightuse a knife or a hoe, not letting the machines use them. For that path,too,mankind had erroneously followed in the past; mechanising anddesensitisingthemselves until they were little better than automatons. As foreducation,their children were taught to care for the world and the creatures that surroundedthem and to appreciate the balance of all things. They were taught the ancient Tao,and,through Li Yuan, learned that their natures were a balance of both theanimal and the intellectual and that it was their duty to nurture both, yesand treasure them. Joseph smiled at the thought of what they had accomplished, smiled atthe thought that there was so much more to come. As . for himself, he hadnever been so happy. He had only to look at Jelka, and at Sampsa and young Mileja,to know that he was blessed. And he knew he was not alone in feeling that.There was no discontent here, no, not even in the face of hardship and suffering -and there had been much of that these past years. And why? Because no one herewas alone. Because every single person knew that they would rely on someone tohelp them intheir need. It would not always be so, of course. Individual men and women wereoften weak. Yet if one built a world in which such weakness could be channelled and not allowed to fester into resentment and bitterness, then maybe this timetheywould have a chance - a real chance - to build a society free of levelsand hierarchies, free of greed and corruption and all the shades of humanpettinessthat feed upon the soul.It was not much to ask, and at the same time, a great deal. More thananyone hadever asked before. "Joseph?"He turned at Jelka's gentle nudge. "Sorry. I was miles away ..." 
She gestured towards the doors at the far end of the room, which were
now open.
People were moving slowly into the hall beyond.
"I think it's time." 
Joseph smiled and took her arm. "Then let's go." 

Sitting right at the front of the hall, directly below the orchestra,
Kao Chen 
reached into his pocket and took out his handkerchief to wipe his eyes.
Beside 
him Wang Ti had
LAST QUARTERS
tears streaming down her face, and, looking along the line, Chen saw
that not a 
single one of them was unaffected.
He looked again, past Ben's back, at the sea of arms that rose and fell
in time 
with the haunting melody, and felt something in him break, so that he
let out a 
loud sob. But no one seemed to care. 
It was beautiful. The most beautiful thing he had ever heard. And it
felt... 
well, as if Ben had somehow caught the very thread, the delicate woven
pattern
of his feelings, and transcribed that into music somehow, so that as
the music 
played, he too was played, like an instrument All of his hopes and
fears, all of
the baggage that he had brought here from Chung Kuo - all of that was
expressed
in the music. 
And more. Much more. For he felt at that moment that Ben's music 
somehow touched 
him and connected him with everything about him. He felt... absorbed by
it 
And as it finished, he found himself on his feet, part of the great
roar that 
went up from every throat in the hall.
It was thus a highly emotional crowd who sat once more to watch Hannah
take her 
place behind the lectern and hear her read from the first volume of The
Book of 
Earth. And when she closed the book and fell silent there was a hush 
that, in
its way, was as moving and as deep a response as that which had greeted
Ben's 
symphony, before, once again, the crowd rose to its feet and applauded
her, a
tumultuous wave of applause that went on and on until Hannah had to
raise a hand 
and, laughing, plead for them to stop.
And so the evening ended, with friends embracing and waving goodbye to
each 
other on the pad.
And three days later, when the elected Council met, it was decided that 

theywould finally change the calendar and would call that evening, whenHannah read from the History and Ben first performed the Song For Eridani, thefirst day ofthe first year of Eridani. 
author's note The transcription of standard Mandarin into European alphabetical formwas first achieved in the seventeenth century by the Italian Matteo Ricci, whofounded and ran the first Jesuit Mission in China from 1583 until his death in 1610. Since then several dozen attempts have been made to reduce the originalChinese sounds, represented by some tens of thousands of separate pictograms,into readily understandable phonetics for Western use. For a long time,however,three systems dominated - those used by the three major Western powersvying forinfluence in the corrupt and crumbling Chinese Empire of the nineteenthcentury:Great Britain, France, and Germany. These systems were the Wade-Giles(GreatBritain and America -sometimes known as the Wade system), the EcoleFrancaise de L'Extreme Orient (France) and the Lessing (Germany).Since 1958, however, the Chinese themselves have sought to create onesinglephonetic form, based on the German system, which they termed the hanyupinyinfang'an (Scheme for a Chinese Phonetic Alphabet), known more commonlyas pinyin,and in all foreign language books published in China since January 1st,1979 pinyin has been used, as well as now being taught in schools along withthe standard Chinese characters. For this work, however, I have chosen touse the older and, to my mind, far more elegant transcription system, the Wade-Giles (inmodified form). For those now used to the harder forms of pinyin, thefollowing(courtesy of Edgar Snow's The Other Side of the River, Gollancz, 1961)may serveas a rough guide to pronunciation.Chi is pronounced as "Gee", but Ch'i sounds like "Chee". Ch'in isexactly our"chin". Chu is roughly like "Jew", as in Chu Teh flew Duhr), but Ch'u equals"chew". Tsung is "dzung"; ts'ung with the "ts" as in "Patsy".Tea, is our word sound "die"; Tea - "tie". 
Pat is "buy" and P'ai is "pie".Rung is like "Gung" (a Din); K'ung with the "k" as in "kind".J is the equivalent of r but slur it as rrrun.H before an s, as in hsi, is the equivalent of an aspirate but is oftendropped,as in Sian for Hsian. Vowels in Chinese are generally short or medium, not long and flat.Thus Tangsounds like "dong", never like our "tang". Tang is "tong".a as in father e-run eh-hen i-see ih-her o - look ou-go u-soonThe effect of using the Wade-Giles system is, I hope, to render thesofter, morepoetic side of the original Mandarin, ill-served, I feel, by modernpinyin.This usage, incidentally, accords with many of the major referencesources available in the West the (planned) sixteen volumes of Denis Twitchettand Michael Loewe's The Cambridge History of China; Joseph Needham'smammoth multi-volumed Science and Civilisation in China; John Fairbank andEdwin Reischauer's China, Tradition and Transformation; Charles Mucker'sChina's Imperial Past; Jacques Gernefs A History of Chinese Civilisation; C. P.Fitzgerald's China: A Short Cultural History, Laurence Sickman andAlexander Sopor's The Art and Architecture of China; William Hinton'sclassicsocial studies, Fanshen and Shenfan; and Derk Bodde's Essays on ChineseCivilisation. The quotation from D. H. Lawrence's "Bavarian Gentians" is fromSelected Poems,edited by Keith Sagar and published by Penguin Books, 1972, and is usedwith their kind permission.The three quotations from Dante's Divine Comedy are from the excellentPenguinBooks edition, translated by Dorothy Sayers (1949) and are used withtheir kind permission.The quotation from Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathusfra is from the R. J.Hollingdale translation, published by Penguin Books, 1961, and is usedwith their kind permission. Likewise, the quotation from Beyond Good andEvil,published in 1973, which is also translated by Hollingdale.The quotation from T'ai Rung's The Six Secret Teachings is from TheSeven Military Classics Of Ancient China, translated by Ralph D. Sawyer andpublishedby Westview Press, Boulder, 1993, and is used with their kindpermission.The quotation from Li Ho's "A Dream of Heaven" is taken from my veryfavourite collection of Chinese poetry, Poems of the Late T'ang, selected andtranslated by A. C. Graham and published by Penguin Books, 1965.As the number of Mandarin words used in this final volume is not excessive, Ihave - this once - decided not to have a separate glossary, but anyonefindingany difficulty with any of these terms might refer back to previousvolumes,wherein these are dealt with exhaustively.The game of wet chi mentioned throughout Chung Kuo is, incidentally,more commonly known by its Japanese name of Go, and is not merely theworld's oldest game but its most elegantFinally, might I thank the ever-growing number of fans and friends whohave encouraged and supported me thoughout the researching and writing ofChung Kuo.Two million words on, it is at last complete, the circle closed. Sohere it is -my tale of "the days before the world began".David Wingrove, December 1996