THE ARGONAUT AFFAIR 


Copyright  1987 by Simon Hawke. 

e-book ver 1.0 

for Dave Mattingly with thanks 

A CHRONOLOGICAL 
HISTORY OF 
THE TIME WARS 


April I, 2425: Dr. Wolfgang Mensinger invents the chronoplate at the age of 115, discovering time 
travel. Later he would construct a small scale working prototype for use in laboratory experiments 
specially designed to avoid any possible creation of a temporal paradox. He is hailed as the "Father of 
Temporal Physics." 

July 14, 2430: Mensinger publishes "There Is No Future," in which he redefines relativity, proving that 
there is no such thing as the future, but an infinite number of potential future scenarios which are absolute 
relative only to their present. He also announces the discovery of "non-specific time" or temporal limbo, 
later known as "the dead zone." 

October 21, 2440: Wolfgang Mensinger dies. His son, Albrecht, perfects the chronoplate and carries on 
the work, but loses control of the discovery to political interests. 

June 15, 2460: Formation of the international Committee for Temporal Intelligence, with Albrecht 
Mensinger as director. Specially trained and conditioned "agents" of the committee begin to travel back 
through time in order to conduct research and field test the chronoplate apparatus. Many become lost in 
transition, trapped in the limbo of nonspecific time known as "the dead zone." Those who return from 
successful temporal voyages often bring back startling information necessitating the revision of historical 
records. 

March 22, 2461: The Consorti Affair-Cardinal Lodovico Consorti is excommunicated from the Roman 
Catholic Church for proposing that agents travel back through time to obtain empirical evidence that 
Christ arose following His crucifixion. The Consorti Affair sparks extensive international negotiations 
amidst a volatile climate of public opinion concerning the proper uses for the new technology. Temporal 
excursions are severely curtailed. Concurrently, espionage operatives of several nations infiltrate the 
Committee for Temporal Intelligence. 

May 1, 2461: Dr. Albrecht Mensinger appears before a special international conference in Geneva, 
composed of political leaders and members of the scientific community. He attempts to alleviate fears 
about the possible misuses of time travel. He further refuses to cooperate with any attempts at militarizing 
his father's discovery. 

February 3, 2485: The research facilities of the Committee for Temporal Intelligence are seized by 
troops of the TransAtlantic Treaty Organization. 

January 25, 2492: The Council of Nations meets in Buenos Aires, capital of the United Socialist States 
of South America, to discuss increasing international tensions and economic instability. A proposal for "an 


end to war in our time" is put forth by the chairman of the Nippon Conglomerate Empire. Dr. Albrecht 
Mensinger, appearing before the body as nominal director of the Committee for Temporal Intelligence, 
argues passionately against using temporal technology to resolve international conflicts, but cannot 
present proof that the past can be affected by temporal voyagers. Prevailing scientific testimony 
reinforces the conventional wisdom that the past is an immutable absolute. 

end to war in our time" is put forth by the chairman of the Nippon Conglomerate Empire. Dr. Albrecht 
Mensinger, appearing before the body as nominal director of the Committee for Temporal Intelligence, 
argues passionately against using temporal technology to resolve international conflicts, but cannot 
present proof that the past can be affected by temporal voyagers. Prevailing scientific testimony 
reinforces the conventional wisdom that the past is an immutable absolute. 

April 21, 2493: On the recommendation of the Referee Corps, a subordinate body named the Observer 
Corps is formed, taking over most of the functions of the Committee for Temporal Intelligence, which is 
redesignated as the Temporal Intelligence Agency. Under the aegis of the Council of Nations and the 
Referee Corps, the TIA absorbs the intelligence agencies of the world's governments and is made solely 
answerable to the Referee Corps. Dr. Mensinger resigns his post to found the Temporal Preservation 
League, a group dedicated to the abolition of temporal conflict. 

June, 2497- March, 2502: Referee Corps presides over initial emporal confrontation campaigns, 
accepting "grievances" from disputing nations, selecting historical conflicts of the past as "staging grounds" 
and supervising the infiltration of modern troops into the so-called "cannon fodder" ranks of ancient 
warring armies. Initial numbers of temporal combatants are kept small, with infiltration facilitated by 
cosmetic surgery and implant conditioning of soldiers. The results are calculated based upon successful 
return rate and a complicated "point spread." Soldiers are monitored via cerebral implants, enabling 
Search & Retrieve teams to follow their movements and monitor mortality rate. The media dubs temporal 
conflicts the "Time Wars." 

2500-2510: Extremely rapid growth of massive support industry catering to the exacting art and science 
of temporal conflict. Rapid improvements in international economic climate follows, with significant 
growth in productivity and rapid decline in unemployment and inflation rate. There is a gradual escalation 
of the Time Wars with the majority of the world's armed services converting to temporal duty status. 

Growth of the Temporal Preservation League as a peace movement with an intensive lobby effort and 
mass demonstrations against the Time Wars. Mensinger cautions against an imbalance in temporal 
continuity due to the increasing activity of the Time Wars. 

September 2, 2514: Mensinger publishes his "Theories of Temporal Relativity," incorporating his solution 
to the Grandfather Paradox and calling once again for a cease-fire in the Time Wars. The result is an 
upheaval in the scientific community and a hastily reconvened Council of Nations to discuss his findings, 
leading to the Temporal Strategic Arms Limitations Talks of 2515. 

March 15, 2515-June 1, 2515: T-SALT held in New York City. Men-singer appears before the 
representatives at the sessions and petitions for an end to the Time Wars. A ceasefire resolution is 
framed, but tabled due to lack of agreement among the members of the Council of Nations. Mensinger 
leaves the T-SALT a broken man. 

November 18, 2516: Dr. Albrecht Mensinger experiences total nervous collapse shortly after being 
awarded the Benford Prize. 

December 25, 2516: Dr. Albrecht Mensinger commits suicide. Violent demonstrations by members of 
the Temporal Preservation League. 

January I, 2517: Militant members of the Temporal Preservation League band together to form the 
Timekeepers, a terrorist offshoot of the League, dedicated to the complete destruction of the war 


machine. They announce their presence to the world by assassinating three members of the Referee 
Corps and bombing the Council of Nations meeting in Buenos Aires, killing several heads of state and 
injuring many others. 

machine. They announce their presence to the world by assassinating three members of the Referee 
Corps and bombing the Council of Nations meeting in Buenos Aires, killing several heads of state and 
injuring many others. 

October 10, 2615: Temporal physicist Dr. Robert Darkness disappears without a trace shortly after 
turning over to the army his new invention, the "warp grenade," a combination time machine and nuclear 
device. Establishing a secret research installation somewhere off Earth, Darkness experiments with 
temporal translocation based on the transmutation principle. He experiments upon himself and succeeds 
in translating his own body into tachyons, but an error in his calculations causes an irreversible change in 
his sub-atomic structure, rendering it unstable. Darkness becomes "the man who is faster than light." 

November 3, 2620: The chronoplate is superceded by the temporal transponder. Dubbed the "warp 
disc," the temporal transponder was developed from work begun by Dr. Darkness and it drew on power 
tapped by Einstein-Rosen Generators (developed by Bell Laboratories in 2545) bridging to neutron 
stars. 

March 15, 2625: The Temporal Crisis: The discovery of an alternate universe following an 
unsuccessful invasion by troops of the Special Operations Group, counterparts of the Time Commandos. 
Whether as a result of chronophysical instability caused by clocking tremendous amounts of energy 
through Einstein-Rosen Bridges or the cumulative effect of temporal disruptions, an alternate universe 
comes into congruence with our own, causing an instability in the timeflow of both universes and resulting 
in a "confluence effect," wherein the time-streams of both universes ripple and occasionally intersect, 
creating "confluence points" where a crossover from one universe to another becomes possible. 

Massive amounts of energy clocked through Einstein-Rosen Bridges has resulted in unintentional "warp 
bombardment" of the alternate universe, causing untold destruction. The Time Wars escalate into a 
temporal war between two universes. 

PROLOGUE 


The creature slept standing up, its head lowered, the upper half of its complex, jointed spine bowed 
forward. Its breathing was deep and regular. Technicians had attached sensors to various portions of its 
body and a robot scanner was completing a slow holographing run of the creature's torso. A civilian 
veterinarian had been called in to consult with the team of army doctors. The atmosphere inside the lab 
was one of tense, barely restrained excitement. It was the first time anyone had ever seen a real live 
centaur. 

From the waist up, it was an extremely well-muscled man, naked, with long, thick, manelike white 
hair-pure, albino white. The centaur's skin had an alabaster sheen and the pupils of its eyes were a deep 
red. From the waist down, it was a snowy Arabian stallion, only with tufted hoofs, like a Percheron's. Its 
muscles were taut and sleek, exuding a sense of explosive power. Its equine torso was over eighteen 
hands high, tall for a horse, but above its animal torso was the upper body of a man, a man who dwarfed 


the people in the laboratory. The arms were huge, the shoulders broad and powerful. The stomach 
muscles looked like cobblestones. It was an imposing looking creature, yet the most compelling thing 
about it was its most human feature-its face. It was the bearded face of an ancient, scored by time, yet 
free of sagging flesh. The features were lined, but firm and sharp, giving the same impression of great age 
that an old marble statue might convey. 

the people in the laboratory. The arms were huge, the shoulders broad and powerful. The stomach 
muscles looked like cobblestones. It was an imposing looking creature, yet the most compelling thing 
about it was its most human feature-its face. It was the bearded face of an ancient, scored by time, yet 
free of sagging flesh. The features were lined, but firm and sharp, giving the same impression of great age 
that an old marble statue might convey. 

"It's grotesque, yet at the same time, beautiful," said Andre Cross. Unlike Delaney, who had a cavalier 
disdain for such trifles as reveille, she needed little sleep and was an early riser. By the time first call had 
blown at six a.m., she had already risen from bed and worked out pumping iron for two hours. Her straw 
blonde hair was still damp from her shower. She stared with wonder at the centaur. "I can hardly believe 
it's real." 

Moses Forrester grunted. "My sentiments exactly. What's your impression, Dr. Anderson?" 

The veterinarian could barely contain himself. "General, I've never seen anything like it! This is an amazing 
organism! It has two hearts! One in the human portion of its body and one in the equine half. Both organs 
are incredibly strong. The performance of its equine heart is superior to a thoroughbred's and its human 
heart is in better condition than a marathon runner's. I estimate this creature is at least ninety years old, 
yet despite its age, there is no evidence of cardiovascular degeneration at all, no signs of atherosclerosis, 
no calcification whatsoever. Its circulation is tremendous. 

"It has two sets of lungs, as well," the vet continued, excitedly. "The equine lungs are about average for an 
animal of this size, but its human lungs are at least twice the normal capacity. Both sets of lungs are 
interconnected by a complex system of sub-bronchials, with valves, no less! The human lungs seem to be 
the primary respiratory system; the equine lungs apparently act as a sort of turbocharger. The stamina of 
this creature must be almost boundless. Its digestive system is basically similar to ours, but larger and 
more complex, with a wider variety of enzymes. The creature is omnivorous, but judging by its stool, its 
recent diet has been primarily vegetarian. The spinal cord is the most interesting part, however, incredibly 
complex, with the tensile strength of-" 

Forrester cut him off. "I can well understand your fascination, Dr. Anderson, but what I'm primarily 
concerned with is the creature's ability to withstand a psychological conditioning procedure. It's 
imperative that it has no memory of this experience, but I don't want to injure it in any way if I can help 
it." 

"There's nothing in a psychological conditioning procedure that should cause it any physiological 
damage," Anderson said. "However, I'm not really qualified to venture an opinion on how well its 
cognitive processes would stand up to such an operation. I'm not a neurosurgeon or a cyberneticist. 
You'll have to consult with Dr. Hazen." 

"Capt. Hazen?" said Forrester. "A moment with you, please?" 

The officer in charge of the army medical team turned away from the monitor screens and approached 
Forrester. "General," she said, with a curt nod. 

"What's your prognosis on the debriefing and conditioning procedure?" Forrester asked. 

"I would say it's feasible," said Dr. Hazen. "The creature's brain seems normal by our standards, but I 


can't speak with absolute certainty, because we've obviously never encountered an organism like this 
before. We haven't had any experience with horses, much less a complex hybrid such as this one, which 
is why I asked to have Dr. Anderson here to assist. I don't anticipate any major problems, but we're 
going to proceed cautiously, taking the debriefing and conditioning procedures in very easy stages. We've 
had good success with the trial debriefing run. The centaur has remained essentially unconscious, yet has 
answered all questions we put to it." 

can't speak with absolute certainty, because we've obviously never encountered an organism like this 
before. We haven't had any experience with horses, much less a complex hybrid such as this one, which 
is why I asked to have Dr. Anderson here to assist. I don't anticipate any major problems, but we're 
going to proceed cautiously, taking the debriefing and conditioning procedures in very easy stages. We've 
had good success with the trial debriefing run. The centaur has remained essentially unconscious, yet has 
answered all questions we put to it." 

Forrester cut him off .again. "I'm sorry, Doctor. This is a top security procedure and I'm afraid you're not 
authorized to conduct any sort of extensive observation. Besides, it would be pointless. The moment my 
psych team is through with the centaur, they'll start on you." 

Anderson stared at him. "You're joking." 

"I'm afraid not, Doctor." 

"You can't possibly be serious!" Anderson said with disbelief. "This is outrageous! You . . . you have no 
right! What you're talking about is a flagrant violation of-" 

"I'm less concerned with your civil rights, Doctor, than with security," said Forrester. "In the event of a 
national emergency, the rights of civilians on a military base are governed under the Wartime Emergency 
Powers Act. Admittedly, I am interpreting them rather loosely. My actions may not be justified in a court 
of law, but it will prove difficult for you to bring suit against me if you have no memory of the incident." 

Anderson was stunned. "General, do you realize what you're saying? What you're talking about is a 
felony offense!" 

"Only if I'm caught," said Forrester. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I have my responsibilities. You'd probably thank 
me if you understood the full implications of what's happening here. Fortunately for you, you'll be spared 
that knowledge. It will enable you to sleep nights. Frankly, I envy you that luxury." 

Creed Steiger had never liked politicians. Politician, he knew, was not the term of proper protocol at the 
Council of Nations. They preferred to call each other delegates. But they acted just like politicians, he 
thought, right hands constantly raised to make a point of order, left hands covering their asses, at least 
when "proper protocol" didn't go completely by the boards and they started shouting at each other like 
traders at a commodities exchange. Perhaps delegates was a good term for them after all, thought 
Steiger. What they did best was delegate responsibility and the commodities they traded in were lives, his 
own among them. He hadn't cared much for their "proper protocol" at all, something he had 
demonstrated in a dramatic manner, by firing three copper-jacketed hollowpoints into the ceiling of their 
meeting chamber. 

The revolver was a 20th century antique, but it was in excellent condition. Steiger had brought it from its 
time of origin to the 27th century. It was a treasured part of his collection of antique firearms, but it was 
seldom fired. On this occasion, he had fired it three times into the ceiling of the Council chamber, bringing 
down a small rain of debris and achieving the desired effect of shocking the members of that august body 
into silence. 

They had asked to see a "delegation"-how they loved that word!-of historical adjustment specialists, 


temporal agents. They wanted to hear from the front-line troops, to solicit their views concerning the best 
way to handle the temporal crisis they were facing. The request had been submitted through the Director 
General of the Referee Corps to the Deputy Chief of the Temporal Army Command. General Moses 
Forrester had bumped the request down to his executive officer, Col. Creed Steiger. It was a chance to 
meet face to face with some of the most powerful government officials in the world and Steiger wasn't 
about to pass it up. He had a few things he wanted to get off his mind. 

temporal agents. They wanted to hear from the front-line troops, to solicit their views concerning the best 
way to handle the temporal crisis they were facing. The request had been submitted through the Director 
General of the Referee Corps to the Deputy Chief of the Temporal Army Command. General Moses 
Forrester had bumped the request down to his executive officer, Col. Creed Steiger. It was a chance to 
meet face to face with some of the most powerful government officials in the world and Steiger wasn't 
about to pass it up. He had a few things he wanted to get off his mind. 

It was the first time any of them had ever heard gunfire. The Council Security Force had not appreciated 
Steiger's demonstration, either. None of them had any familiarity with lead projectile weapons and the 
gunshots gave them a bad turn. 

"What you don't know can kill you," Steiger had said into the stunned silence occasioned by his blasting 
away at the ceiling. He held up the nickel-plated gun for all to see. "This is a Smith & Wesson 25-dash-5 
.45 caliber revolver chambered for the "Long Colt" cartridge. It fires a hollowpoint lead projectile with a 
copper jacket, propelled by gases generated by the explosion of the powder in the shell casing. This 
projectile, called a bullet, expands on impact and tears through everything in its path, shredding organs 
and pulverizing bone. It's a primitive weapon, centuries out of date. But that doesn't make it any less 
effective. 

"As a covert operative of the Temporal Intelligence Agency, I've had to face weapons such as this one 
and others even more primitive, though no less deadly. You people were the ones who put me there. 
Well, now that I've got your attention, I'm going to tell you what the result of that has been and why I 
don't think you're qualified to make any operational decisions concerning the resolution of this crisis. I 
know what I'm talking about. I suggest you listen carefully." 

They had heard the explanations and the theories of the scientists, but Steiger went over it again, 
presenting the situation to them in simple, laymen's terms, without technical asides and theoretical 
conjectures. Another universe had come into congruence with their own and the convergence of two 
separate timelines had resulted in a confluence effect which rippled through both timestreams, causing 
them to intertwine like a double helix strand of DNA. The integrity of each depended on the disruption 
and possibly even the complete destruction of the other. 

No one knew the exact cause of the phenomenon, whether it was a result of temporal contamination 
brought about by the actions of the Time Wars or chronophysical misalignment caused by clocking 
massive amounts of energy through warps in timespace known as Einstein-Rosen Bridges. The fabric of 
time and space had ruptured or shifted in some way and reality now had an alternative-one that was no 
less real. 

The congruence of two separate timelines was causing an instability in the flow of temporal inertia. The 
timelines were apparently not dissimilar enough to set up crosscurrents in the timeflow which would 
manifest themselves in temporal discontinuities. Instead, the result was a surge in the inertial flow at points 


of confluence, where the separate timestreams converged like two powerful rivers. The Laws of 
Temporal Relativity attempted to compensate for the instability. The greater the number of confluence 
points, the stronger the inertial flow. Eventually, if unchecked, the increased flow in temporal inertia 
would overcome the rippling effect caused by the congruence and cause both timestreams to merge into 
one timeline. The only way to keep that from happening, it seemed, was to maintain the temporal 
instability caused by the congruence, to keep working against the surge in the inertia flow. Yet, 
maintaining temporal instability meant almost certain temporal disruptions. To avoid a catastrophe, they 
had to invite disaster. It was a Hobson's Choice of the lesser of two evils. 

of confluence, where the separate timestreams converged like two powerful rivers. The Laws of 
Temporal Relativity attempted to compensate for the instability. The greater the number of confluence 
points, the stronger the inertial flow. Eventually, if unchecked, the increased flow in temporal inertia 
would overcome the rippling effect caused by the congruence and cause both timestreams to merge into 
one timeline. The only way to keep that from happening, it seemed, was to maintain the temporal 
instability caused by the congruence, to keep working against the surge in the inertia flow. Yet, 
maintaining temporal instability meant almost certain temporal disruptions. To avoid a catastrophe, they 
had to invite disaster. It was a Hobson's Choice of the lesser of two evils. 

Now they want to listen to the soldiers, Steiger thought. Tell us how to fight the war, they said. Tell us 
how to win. The best answer he had to give them was that he did not know. His best advice was more 
direct. "Leave it to the professionals," he said. "Stay the hell out of our way. You can't legislate temporal 
combat. More wars than you can count have been lost by inept politicians telling experienced generals 
what to do." Diplomacy had never been his strong suit, but then it was a bit late for diplomatic answers. 

As the robot shuttle crossed the plaza of the Pendleton Base Departure Station, Steiger sat silently, lost in 
thought. The soldiers he had chosen to accompany him had been content to let him do most of the 
talking. When questioned, they had answered briefly and politely, but they were veterans of the Temporal 
Corps and felt it was a waste of time trying to educate a bunch of politicians. Steiger hoped it wasn't. 
Time was a valuable commodity. 

As the shuttle crossed the plaza, Steiger saw soldiers in every type of costume imaginable milling about in 
the Departure Station, waiting to clock out to their assignments. A ceasefire had been called, but at 
Pendleton Base-as at other military bases-things seemed not to have changed at all. 

In fact, there were profound changes, though they were not readily apparent. These soldiers were not 
clocking out to fight in arbitration actions. They were being sent back to other time periods as scouts. 
Those about to leave had already been retrained for their new duties by the Observer Corps and there 
were thousands more in the process of retraining. 

Their mission was twofold-to be on the alert for temporal disruptions and to find points of convergence 
where the time-stream intersected that of the congruent universe and a confluence existed. The 
confluence effect was unstable. A convergence could occur and a confluence point exist for a timespan 
as brief as several seconds or as long as-no one knew for certain. The result was massive temporal 
instability. Both timestreams were rippling, although not in any manner that was immediately 
noticeable-unless one stumbled into a confluence point and crossed over from one universe into another. 
If these points of confluence, however ephemeral, could be pinpointed and logged, then it was possible 
for them to be patrolled. At least, that was the theory they were operating on. 

Already, there had been a brief and furious battle between the commandos of the First Division and 
soldiers of the Special Operations Group from the congruent universe. The greatest threat was that a 
force from the congruent universe would locate an undiscovered confluence point and cross over 
undetected to create a temporal disruption, as they had attempted to do in the Khyber Pass in the year 
1897. The enemy was operating on the theory that increased temporal instability would serve to diminish 


the confluence effect or even eliminate it by creating a timestream split. Chaos, thought Steiger, was an 
understatement for what was going down. 

the confluence effect or even eliminate it by creating a timestream split. Chaos, thought Steiger, was an 
understatement for what was going down. 

None of these soldiers about to clock out on long term assignments in the past, in Minus Time, knew 
what to expect. They had been briefed as fully as possible, programmed through their cybernetic implants 
with the languages, customs and histories of the periods to which they were assigned, but if by chance 
they happened to clock back into the past at the exact location of a confluence, the odds against their 
ever coming back were astronomical. 

No one had yet crossed over into the congruent universe. The theory was that if a confluence point could 
be discovered and a crossover achieved, then returning would be a "simple" matter of retracing one's 
steps exactly. Turn a corner, Steiger thought, and you're in another universe. But if you were to clock 
directly into a convergence, with no physical reference for the confluence point, how would you find the 
corner? Once in the congruent universe, clocking backwards or forwards would only result in time travel 
within that universe. Because of the confluence effect, every temporal transition would now be even 
more uncertain. 

Until now, Steiger had found his duties as a T.I.A. agent challenging enough. Now, General Forrester 
was considering a new type of mission for them. If a confluence point could be located, one the people in 
the congruent universe were unaware of, then Forrester meant for them to attempt a crossover. The 
object of such a mission would be to disrupt the temporal continuity of the congruent timestream. Their 
job had always been to prevent historical disruptions. Now, they would be trying to create them. 

"We've got to do it to them before they do it to us," Forrester had said during one of their regular 
briefings. "It's as simple as that. They're apparently working on the assumption that if they create a 
massive temporal disruption in our time-line, the resulting timestream split will overcome the confluence 
effect at our expense. For all anybody knows, they may be right." 

"Dr. Darkness doesn't think so," Steiger had said, referring to the scientist whose experiments with 
tachyon transition had altered his subatomic structure, making him the only human who was faster than 
the speed of light. Dr. Darkness believed it was equally possible for a timestream split to compound the 
confluence effect, resulting in multiple timestreams intersecting, but the only way to prove that was the 
hard way, something no one was anxious to do. 

"I know what Darkness thinks," Forrester had said, "and I'm inclined to listen to him. However, the 
trouble is we have no choice. The alternative would be fighting a purely defensive action, something we 
just can't afford to do. If we disrupt their timestream, then our counterparts in the congruent universe will 
have to conduct their own historical adjustment missions to compensate for what we've done. If we can 
keep them busy doing that, they'll have less time to interfere with our history." 

"So we cause disruptions in their timestream which they'll have to adjust and they'll do it right back to us," 
Capt. Finn Delaney said. "It's madness. Where does it all end?" 

"Who knows?" Forrester said, wearily. "The Time Wars have been escalated into a new dimension. 
Literally. Nobody knows how it will end. We'll just have to ride it out." 

The shuttle arrived at the entrance to the Headquarters Building of the Temporal Army Command. As 
Steiger entered the spacious lobby, he paused before the Wall of Honor, which listed the names of 


soldiers of the First Division who had died in action. Steiger stared at the most recent name added to the 
wall, that of his predecessor, Lt. Col. Lucas Priest. 

soldiers of the First Division who had died in action. Steiger stared at the most recent name added to the 
wall, that of his predecessor, Lt. Col. Lucas Priest. 

He snapped to attention and saluted the wall, according to tradition. Priest had given his life to preserve 
the past. Now those left living in the present would have to risk their lives to save the future. 

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The mission team sat in the darkened briefing room, watching the holographic presentation. The 
three-dimensional laser image of the centaur slowly revolved before them as the recorded voice of Dr. 
Hazen dispassionately described the examination procedure. At the appropriate moment in the briefing, 
the image of the centaur dissolved to the scanner graph recording, showing the interior organs and the 
skeletal structure. At the point where the recording switched to the psych team's debriefing session, 
Forrester allowed it to continue for a few moments, so the agents could have an opportunity to see the 
centaur, in its conditioned state, responding to the questions put to it in ancient Greek. The he switched 
the projection off and brought the lights back up. 

"The centaur's name is Chiron," he said. "A check with Archives Section reveals that the name first 
appeared in old Greek legends. Its earliest recorded mention is reported in a story told by Apollonius of 
Rhodes, one of the librarians of Alexandria. According to the story, which was reputedly based upon 
actual exploits of seamen of the Mycenaean Bronze Age, Chiron was half-man, half-horse; a teacher 
who lived in a cave on Mount Pelion centuries before the time of Christ. The young boys who were 
brought to him for instruction became the greatest heroes of the ancient legends, among them Jason, 
Theseus and Hercules. The centaur confirmed this information during the interrogation session." 

"Confirmed it?" said Delaney. "But those are all mythical figures!" 

Forrester made a wry face. "Indeed they are, Captain. As are centaurs, I believe." 

Under other circumstances, the exchange would have been funny, but no one laughed. 

"What we are apparently confronted with," Forrester continued, "is our first example of how the 
congruent universe differs from ours. The centaur came through a confluence, appearing in our 
timestream during the year 219 b.c., at the beginning of the Second Punic War. It caused a considerable 
amount of excitement among some of Hannibal's troops before our Observers on the scene were able to 
capture the creature and clock back with it. I won't bother speculating whether our happening to have 
Observers on the scene was pure dumb luck or a manifestation of the Fate Factor, magnified by inertial 
surge in the presence of a confluence. I'll leave that brain bender to the scientists. Zen physics only gives 
me headaches. I'll simply concentrate on what this creature's appearance in our timestream means to us. 


"The centaur provides us with our first piece of hard evidence supporting the theory that the physical laws 
of the congruent universe might not be the same as ours. There is also the question of the temporal focus 
of the centaur's appearance in our timeline. It came through in the year 219 b.c., but according to 
Archives Section, the story which mentions the creature dates back at least six centuries before the time 
of Christ. Either the chronology of the congruent universe is radically different from ours or the 
congruence has caused an even more pronounced ripple in the timestreams than we realized." 

"The centaur provides us with our first piece of hard evidence supporting the theory that the physical laws 
of the congruent universe might not be the same as ours. There is also the question of the temporal focus 
of the centaur's appearance in our timeline. It came through in the year 219 b.c., but according to 
Archives Section, the story which mentions the creature dates back at least six centuries before the time 
of Christ. Either the chronology of the congruent universe is radically different from ours or the 
congruence has caused an even more pronounced ripple in the timestreams than we realized." 

"Quite possibly," said Forrester. "We don't know exactly what that means, though. It's possible that 
crossing over through a confluence point which occurs in our universe during the 18th century, to follow 
your example, might bring you to the 20th century, in the congruent universe, or the 25th or the 14th or 
any other century. But we still have no knowledge of what those time periods in the congruent universe 
are like. We believe the congruent universe is a mirror image of our own, but we now think it's a sort of 
funhouse mirror. Distorted, by our standards." 

"Which means anyone going through would be going in blind," said Finn Delaney. "There would be no 
temporal reference. And we wouldn't have any idea what time period we might end up in." 

"Correct," said Forrester. "However, we've already taken steps to work within those parameters. I've 
incorporated most of the former T.I.A. field agents now under my command into a new type of 
Pathfinder unit. This new unit has been designated as the 1st Ranger Pathfinder Division. Their function 
will be to go through confluence points as advance scouts for a mission team. They will be equipped with 
full battle kit, with orders to avoid unnecessary contact with locals if possible, but to engage any enemy 
decisively if they encounter hostility. Their primary responsibility will be to gather intelligence. However, if 
they are placed at risk, their secondary mission will be to conduct a quick guerrilla strike, inflict as much 
damage and as many casualties as possible and then get back fast so they can neutralize any hostiles 
coming through into our own timeline. Obviously, it's preferable to gather intelligence which allow a 
mission team to go through and conduct a covert operation designed to achieve maximum temporal 
disruption, but failing that, better to conduct a quick blind strike which may or may not cause significant 
temporal damage than to lose any of our people. 

"The breakdown for this type of operation will be as follows: one, as soon as a confluence is pinpointed 
and logged, a commando unit will be clocked back to set up an outpost, providing security on our side of 
the confluence. A unit has already been dispatched to cover the confluence point through which the 
centaur came into our timeline. Two, a Ranger unit will effect crossover into the congruent universe for 
the purpose of gathering intelligence. If they do not encounter immediate resistance, they will utilize 
available local resources to blend in and gather whatever intelligence they can. If feasible, they may be 
directed to capture locals and bring them back for interrogation. Three, a mission team of adjustment 
specialists will effect crossover with instructions, based on intelligence gathered by the Rangers, to 
conduct a coven operation aimed at creating a significant historical disruption in the congruent universe. 
Four, units of the newly organized Temporal Counter-Insurgency Strike Force based in Galveston will 
stand by on alert status in the event hostiles attempt to effect a crossover into our timeline. 

"Needless to say, this does not cover all contingencies. We are still vulnerable in the event that hostiles 
from the congruent universe discover a confluence point we are unaware of and send units through to 
cause disruptions in our timeline, as they did in the Khyber Pass. We were lucky that time, but we need 
to guard against something like that happening again. For this reason, all available temporal divisions are 
being broken up and reorganized, converted to Observer squadrons. We clearly cannot begin to cover 
all of recorded time. Nevertheless, we have to try. We can only hope that between mobile Observer 


squadrons looking out for temporal anomalies and members of the Temporal Underground providing 
unofficial intelligence support, we can spot disruptions and clock out adjustment teams to effect repair 
before the damage becomes permanent. Word has been unofficially leaked through channels that will 
reach the Temporal Underground so far as that's concerned. They'll cooperate. They have no choice, 
since their existence is at stake, as well. So if you want to be optimistic, you might say it's business as 
usual, only more intensified. Much more. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the overview. Now, we get 
down to the specifics of this case. 

squadrons looking out for temporal anomalies and members of the Temporal Underground providing 
unofficial intelligence support, we can spot disruptions and clock out adjustment teams to effect repair 
before the damage becomes permanent. Word has been unofficially leaked through channels that will 
reach the Temporal Underground so far as that's concerned. They'll cooperate. They have no choice, 
since their existence is at stake, as well. So if you want to be optimistic, you might say it's business as 
usual, only more intensified. Much more. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the overview. Now, we get 
down to the specifics of this case. 

"Horseflesh," said Delaney. Forrester ignored him. 

"The debriefing session with the centaur produced the names of individuals who, according to our 
history, are also mythical figures. Jason, Theseus, Hercules and others. Yet there is some question about 
that. There is, for example, evidence showing Theseus actually lived. He was described in Plutarch's 
writings. We don't know for certain about some of the others, such as Hercules. There exist a number of 
versions of the story of Jason and the Argonauts and there are a number of irreconcilable details. 
Reconciling those details would require a mission in itself and it would only give us intelligence about what 
happened in our timeline. What happened in the congruent universe could be something entirely different. 

"Archives Section feels this situation has raised a number of fascinating questions. For example, is it 
possible that our mythology, to a certain point, is their history? And does that then suggest that our 
history is their mythology? Or are we confronted with some sort of metaphysical transtemporal 
contamination? In other words, is our mythology the direct result of the situation confronting us today? 
Has the congruence of the two timelines resulted in a sort of trans-temporal psychic leakage to which 
espersensitive individuals are susceptible? When Apollonius of Rhodes wrote his Argronautica, was he 
actually subconsciously picking up images and impressions from the congruent universe? If this is the 
case, then we might have a basis for gathering intelligence about the congruent universe from the 
mythology of our own history. Archives Section is particularly anxious for information which might 
corroborate this theory." 

"I think someone in Archives Section has gone right around the bend," said Finn Delaney. 

Forrester heard the not quite sotto voce comment. "Perhaps, Capt. Delaney. But what if going 'around 
the bend,' as you put it, leads to the congruent universe?" 

Delaney grimaced. "That's what I love about zen physics," he said. "The more you understand about it, 
the less you know." 

"The important thing is that you understand what our priorities are," said Forrester. "First and foremost, 
we need to safeguard the integrity of our own timeline. Only after we've made certain no hostiles can 
cross over through a confluence, either intentionally or by accident, can we contemplate sending a 
mission team through. These teams will be kept small, as in historical adjustment situations, in order to 
maximize covert flexibility and minimize the chances of discovery before the mission can be completed. 
We don't want to risk a mission team blowing its cover and falling into the hands of S.O.G. interrogation 
teams. The first mission will, assuming it's successful, teach us a great deal about how these operations 
should be conducted. Consequently, I'm sending in our best team. Capt. Delaney and Lt. Cross, you will 
report to mission programming immediately following this briefing. Since you have already had experience 
working in the field with Col. Steiger, he will be joining your team, replacing the late Lt. Col. Priest. The 
rest of you will provide mission support on this end. You will clock out to reinforce the outpost team 
stationed at the confluence point. With the exception of the mission team, you will draw full battle kit in 


addition to period ordnance and report for mission programming. The crossover team will carry period 
ordnance only. Any questions?" 

addition to period ordnance and report for mission programming. The crossover team will carry period 
ordnance only. Any questions?" 

"You will cross over into the region known as Mount Pelion," said Forrester, "located near the kingdom 
of Iolchos in Thessaly. There you will make contact with Jason, son of the deposed King Aeson of 
Iolchos. Your orders are to gather intelligence and create a historical disruption in the timeline of the 
congruent universe." 

"Sure," Delaney said, wryly. "We'll infiltrate the argonauts and steal the golden fleece." 

"Interesting idea," said Forrester. "If, in fact, they do find the golden fleece, see if you can bring it back 
with you. I'd like to see it." 

The mission briefing was unusual, to say the least. According to the legend, Phrixus and Helle were 
brother and sister, the children of King Athamas of Minua. Their mother was the cloud nymph Nephele, 
but Athamas also had two children with a concubine named Ino. It was Ino's belief that if the children of 
King Athamas were dead, she would be able to convince him to adopt her own children as his heirs. 
When famine came to Minua, Ino's intrigues came to fruition. She convinced Athamas the gods were 
angry with him and that to regain their favor, he had to make a sacrifice. He had to give them that which 
he loved best. Ino insisted that if Athamas gave Phrixus and Helle to the gods, their anger would be 
appeased. 

Driven by the effects of the famine on his kingdom and by Ino's ravings, Athamas ordered an altar built 
and tearfully sent word for Phrixus and Helle to be brought to the high priest. But Nephele learned of the 
peril to her children and refused to stand by and let them die. The god Hermes had given her a present of 
a flying ram and Nephele took Phrixus and Helle, set them on the ram's back and had the ram fly them to 
safety, forever out of reach of Athamas. 

When Athamas learned that the ram had flown off with his children, he realized the gods had never 
intended for them to die and he went mad. In a fury, he killed one of Ino's children and Ino, escaping 
from him, leaped off a cliff with her other child in her arms. She fell into the sea and turned into a dolphin 
that would swim the waves forever, crying with its offspring at its breast. The people of Minua drove out 
their mad king and he was forced to wander miserably until he came to the Oracle of Delphi. The Oracle 
told Athamas his fate would be to wander in penance for his sins until wild beasts would feast him as their 
guest. Mad and sorrowful, Athamas wandered starving through the wilderness until one day he 
encountered a pack of wolves. So fearsome was his appearance, the wolves ran off at the sight of him, 
leaving their kill. Athamas, desperate with starvation, threw himself upon the carcass of the sheep which 
they had left behind. In this way, a feast was provided for him by wild animals and the prophecy was 
fulfilled. Athamas recovered from his madness, founded a new settlement and eventually became a king 
again. 

As to the fate of his two children, the ram flew far from Minua with Phrixus and Helle on its back. Helle 
became exhausted and lost her grip. She fell into the sea near Thrace and drowned. From that day on, 
the place where she fell bore the name of Hellespont. The ram flew on with Phrixus over the Euxine Sea 
to Colchis, on the Circassian coast. There it landed, spent, and promptly died of exhaustion. In 
recognition of the ram's heroic feat, the gods turned the ram's fleece into gold. Phrixus settled in Colchis 
and gave the golden fleece to King Aietes of Aea in exchange for his daughter, Chalciope, in marriage. In 
celebration of the union, Aietes hung the golden fleece upon an ancient beech tree in the sacred grove of 


Ares. It became the greatest treasure of his kingdom, a relic of the gods. 

Ares. It became the greatest treasure of his kingdom, a relic of the gods. 

Aeson of Iolchos was a cousin of Phrixus. He had a stepbrother named Pelias, who was said to be a 
nymph's son. When he was an infant, Pelias was abandoned in the mountains where he was meant to die, 
but a shepherd found him, nursed him back to health and raised him. When he became a man, Pelias 
returned to Iolchos and drove out King Aeson, who escaped to the mountains with his young son, Jason. 
At Mount Pelion, the deposed King Aeson encountered Chiron the centaur, a teacher in the arts of 
music, healing and warfare. Aeson gave his son into Chiron's care so the centaur could prepare him for 
the day when he would return to Iolchos and reclaim his birthright. 

Jason grew up with Chiron and his other young students and remembering the wishes of his father, he 
learned his lessons well. He became accomplished in all Chiron had to teach him and he lived by the 
principles which Chiron preached. He vowed never to speak harshly to any soul whom he might meet 
upon his travels, to give his help to all in need of it and always to stand by his word. 

When he grew into a young man, he left Mount Pelion and traveled back to Iolchos to reclaim the throne. 
On his journey home, he encountered an old woman on the banks of the river Anaurus. Frail and weak, 
she begged his help to cross the swiftly flowing river. Remembering his vow, Jason did not refuse her. He 
took her on his back and started to cross the river. 

Halfway across, his foot became wedged between two rocks in the riverbed. In freeing his foot, he 
broke his sandal, which was swiftly carried away by the current. Jason was upset because he would have 
to enter Iolchos with one foot bare, looking like a beggar, but the old woman whom he had helped 
across the river was actually the goddess Hera, Queen of the Immortals on Olympus, in disguise and 
though he lost his sandal, Jason gained her favor. 

When Jason came to Iolchos and arrived for an audience with King Pelias, the king was greatly 
disturbed. The Oracle of Delphi prophesied that he would lose his kingdom to a man who came to him 
wearing only one sandal. Thinking to rid himself of Jason, Pelias promised to relinquish his throne if Jason 
would bring back the golden fleece to Iolchos, thereby proving his worth to rule. Pelias knew such a 
quest would be hazardous and he was convinced Jason would never return from it. 

Jason went to the Oracle of Delphi and asked for guidance. Speaking with the voice of Hera, the Oracle 
told him to seek out Argus, the shipwright, and to have him build a galley with fifty oars, then to send out 
a call for heroes to accompany him upon his quest. Then the Oracle told him to cut down the Speaking 
Oak of Dodona and give Argus the trunk to carve into a figurehead which would guide him on his 
voyage. Jason did as he was told and while the ship was being built, the call went out across the land for 
heroes to sail with him. When the ship was finished, it was named the Argo in honor of its builder. The 
crew, calling themselves the Argonauts, set sail from Iolchos on their quest for the golden fleece.... 

The programming run ended and Finn Delaney sat up, massaging his temples. Cybernetic programming 
always left him with a slight headache. He glanced over at Steiger, lying back in the contoured chair with 
his eyes closed. Andre Cross sat up and frowned. 

"That was the strangest mission programming session I've ever had," she said. "Gods who walk with 
mortals, oracles that see into the future, flying rams, monsters, supernatural events ..." She shook her 
head. "If I hadn't seen the centaur for myself, I'd swear someone played a joke and slipped in a fake 


program." 
"I was thinking the same sort of thing," Delaney said. "It's impossible to take the story seriously. It's an 


ancient fable, after all. Still, there's the centaur..." He glanced at Steiger, still lying back with his eyes 
closed. 
"Creed? "said Delaney. 
Steiger grunted in reply. 
"What's wrong?" 
"I'm thinking," Steiger said. 
"That could be dangerous," said Delaney, grinning. 
Steiger opened his eyes, but didn't smile. 
"It was a joke," Delaney said. 
"I got that," Steiger said. 
"Right," said Delaney. "Apparently what you don't got is a sense of humor." 
"Everybody has their own way of breaking the tension just before a mission," Steiger replied. He glanced 


at Delaney. "Some people make jokes. I guess I'm not one of those people." 
"How do you handle the tension?" Andre said. 
Steiger swung his feet down onto the floor and stood. "I don't get tense." 
Andre shook her head as she watched him leave the room, heading for the Ordnance Section. "I don't 


quite know what to make of him," she said. "We've been involved on several missions together, yet I still 


can't figure him out." 
"He's been out in the cold too long," Delaney said. "Field agent Phoenix, man of a thousand lives. We've 
seen only two of them-Temporal Corps deserter Barry Martingale and Pathan warlord Sharif Khan. 
Both very different personalities. We haven't seen much of Creed Steiger yet." 


"You make him sound schizophrenic," Andre said. 


"That's one of the reasons I've always had a hard time working with T.I.A. people, especially field 


agents," said Delaney. "The best of them have never been too tightly wrapped. Remember our old friend, 
Carnehan, agent Mongoose? He was an excellent case in point." 
"That doesn't sound like a promising analysis of our new partner," Andre said. 
"Maybe it's not," Delaney said. "But on the other hand, he's a survivor. The fact that he made bird colonel 


in Temporal Intelligence speaks for itself. And don't forget we wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for his 


help on our last two missions." 


"Do you really think he doesn't feel the tension?" Andre said. 
"I don't know. I sure as hell do. Every time. Maybe he internalizes it. Some people just don't seem to get 
tense. They don't feel fear; they never panic." 



"There's a word for people like that," Andre said. 

"There's a word for people like that," Andre said. 

"Crazy." 

The outpost was located in the 2nd century B.C., high in the Alpine range overlooking the Po Valley. 
Several miles to the west was the pass through which Hannibal would take his 26,000 Carthaginians to 
meet with the Roman consul Scipio at the Battle of Trebia. The three temporal agents materialized in the 
heart of the small outpost, which was well concealed in the rocks high above the valley. 

Beneath their coveralls, the three agents wore lightweight chitons, the knee-length universal garment of 
the ancient Greeks. Made from wool and sometimes embroidered with borders covered by geometrical 
designs, chitons were rectangular one-piece garments worn draped over the left shoulder, leaving the 
right arm and shoulder bare. The chitons were sometimes pleated and usually fastened at the waist by 
girdles, little more than cords encircling the hips. They wore chlamys with their chitons, lightweight 
woolen capes or mantles which were fastened at the shoulder or the throat by brooches or fibulae, metal 
clasps resembling safety pins. Their warp discs were disguised as heavy silver bracelets. 

They were met at the transition point by Major David Curtis, the officer in command of the outpost. He 
wore one-piece, lightweight battle fatigues and a plasma sidearm. "All clear on this end," Curds said. 
"Are you straight on S.O.P.?" 

Standard Operating Procedure called for them to program the transition coordinates for the other side of 
the confluence as soon as they went through, checking them with the outpost unit to make certain the 
coordinates were consistent with the confluence point on the other side. They would then have a 
temporal reference for the location of the confluence, which would enable them to return to precisely the 
same place and time when they completed their mission. 

Curtis and two of his Rangers accompanied them on the short hop to the confluence point location, at the 
foot of the Alpine range. "We go on foot from here," said Curtis. "We don't want to make a transition 
anywhere close to the confluence point itself. We don't know yet how warp disc fields might interact with 
a temporal convergence. Orders are to play it safe." 

"What's the temporal range of the confluence point?" said Steiger. 

"It's a short one," Curtis said. "Three days. We've mapped it backwards and forwards to make 
absolutely sure. The centaur came through yesterday, Present Reference Time, and we'll synchronize 
temporal coordinates to have you coming through tomorrow, P.R.T., on completion of your mission." 

"That doesn't give us much timespace," Delaney said. 

"True, but it works for us as well as against us," Curtis replied. "We've got one day either side of Present 
Reference and then the rippling effect displaces the convergence and the confluence dissipates. No way 
to track it; it doesn't shift and move on, it just disappears. That means the opposition probably won't find 
it unless they luck out like we did. Even if they do, we've got it covered throughout its duration." 

"Where are the Carthaginians at this point?" Andre said. 

"On their way through the pass," said Curtis. "We shouldn't be encountering them if we keep to the 
mission timetable. We don't want to hang around in this area very much beyond that point. That would be 
risking contact with either the Carthaginians or the Romans, maybe even both." 


They came to a river and Curtis pointed out the picket emplacements where the Rangers had set up their 
perimeter watch. "We've already been through and back," he said. "The confluence is located directly in 
front of you, approximately fifteen feet away from the riverbank. We've staked it out." He pointed to the 
marking stakes planted in the ground. "Crude, but effective. Five feet beyond those stakes takes you 
through into ancient Greece in the congruent universe. You'll be crossing over into a heavily forested area 
approximately three miles from the foot of Mount Pelion." 

They came to a river and Curtis pointed out the picket emplacements where the Rangers had set up their 
perimeter watch. "We've already been through and back," he said. "The confluence is located directly in 
front of you, approximately fifteen feet away from the riverbank. We've staked it out." He pointed to the 
marking stakes planted in the ground. "Crude, but effective. Five feet beyond those stakes takes you 
through into ancient Greece in the congruent universe. You'll be crossing over into a heavily forested area 
approximately three miles from the foot of Mount Pelion." 

"That's putting it mildly, Major," said Delaney. Curtis nodded. "I guess it is, at that. Okay, synchronize 
coordinates. Mission clock in effect as of now. Remember, if you don't come through by tomorrow night, 
P.R.T., we're gone." 

"And so are we," said Steiger. "Right. I'm logging crossover. Good luck." They stripped out of their 
coveralls and removed their boots to strap on their sandals. Then they picked up their ordnance, which 
consisted of spears, shields, short swords and bows and arrows. They shook hands with Major Curtis, 
then set off single file toward the confluence point. As Curtis watched, they went between the marking 
stakes and disappeared from view, into another universe. 

2 


There was no physical sensation associated with the crossover, no tangible evidence of the confluence 
point itself other than a complete change of scenery from one step to the next. From the verdant valley at 
the foot of the Italian Alps, they stepped through a rupture in timespace and came out in ancient Greece, 
centuries displaced from their last footsteps and a universe away. 

It was suddenly much warmer. They could feel the balmy breezes coming in off the Aegean Sea. They 
were in a wooded area several miles from the base of Mount Pelion. The scene was beautiful, peaceful 
and bucolic, every color seemed painted in its most vivid shade. The sky overhead was an almost 
cloudless, turquoise blue and the green hues of the forest were sharp and bright. Even the earth tones 
seemed to have a greater depth to them, a warmer substance. There was no question but that they were 

elsewhere. 

The first thing they did was orient themselves by taking their bearings and checking their position with the 
map. It was imperative to program the new timespace coordinates so they could clock back to the exact 
same time and place. It was necessary for them to have selected a precise "window of opportunity" for 
crossover, because no one knew yet how temporal paradox might affect a confluence point. Temporal 
paradox was to be avoided in any case, but especially in an area of timestream instability. It wouldn't do 
for them to run into Major Curtis and his Rangers while they had been conducting their scouting 


expedition. Careful timing was essential, especially in such a narrow chronological band. 

expedition. Careful timing was essential, especially in such a narrow chronological band. 

"According to this map," said Andre, "we're about three miles from the river at this point. Curtis marked 
out the ford, but we'll probably have to do some walking up and down the bank to find it. It's not exactly 
the best map in the world." 

"He didn't exactly have a hell of a lot of time," said Steiger. He glanced up at the sky. "I figure we've 
probably got about three or four hours of daylight left." It had been morning when they left, about half an 
hour ago. "I suggest we make straight for the river, get across it before dark and then make camp," 
Steiger said. "I'd like to put as much distance between us and the confluence point as possible." 

Delaney nodded. "You're thinking about the possibility of hostile Observers?" 

"It's something we can't afford to overlook," said Steiger. "So far as we know, they haven't discovered 
this confluence yet and chances are they may not find it at all, but I'd feel a lot safer a good distance from 
the site." 

"I'd feel a lot safer if we knew how they can track our warp discs," Andre said. 

During their last mission in the 19th century, on the northwest frontier of the British Raj, they had been 
captured by soldiers from the congruent universe. They discovered their counterparts in the other timeline 
possessed the ability to scan for warp discs, most likely tracing them through their energy fields. It was a 
technology the Temporal Corps scientists had not yet been able to defeat or duplicate. 

"Well, there's not much we can do about that," said Delaney. "We can't get around carrying the discs. 
There's no way back without them. At least the odds are in our favor. For the hostiles to track our discs, 
they'd have to be in the area and they'd have to be scanning. Remember when they traced us in 
Afghanistan that time, they couldn't do it right away. They knew we were operating in the area, but it still 
took some time for them to find us." 

"If they had an Observer outpost back here, they'd probably have known about us by now," said Steiger. 
"Still, I think we should refrain from using the discs unless it's absolutely necessary. No point in giving 
them a stronger signal to lock onto. If we start teleporting to decrease our travel time, we just might 
register on somebody's scanner and then they'll be out here in force, sweeping the area." 

"I agree," Delaney said. 

"There is one other thing we never got around to discussing," Andre said. She looked at Steiger. "You're 
the ranking officer. Are you taking command of this operation?" 

Steiger thought a moment. "I will if you want me to, but I'm not used to working that way. I don't really 
think a team of three needs a chain of command. Besides, I may have more experience with covert 
temporal operations, but you two have more experience adjusting temporal disruptions." 

"Only none of us has any experience with creating temporal disruptions," Andre said. 

"I guess that makes us even," Steiger said. "If it's all the same with you, I'm not going to start off our 
partnership by leaning on my rank. I couldn't care less about chain of command. You two have worked 


together before and I'm a Johnny-come-lately. Better I should work on fitting in with your methods of 
operation than take charge and mess up something that works. How did you function with Priest?" 

together before and I'm a Johnny-come-lately. Better I should work on fitting in with your methods of 
operation than take charge and mess up something that works. How did you function with Priest?" 

Steiger nodded. "Sounds good to me. Rules sometimes get in the way. Besides, I was never very good at 
taking orders, so I'm not too fond of giving them myself. I've always been an undercover man. I still 
haven't gotten used to people saluting me, much less addressing me as Colonel." 

Delaney grinned. "I think we'll get along." 

"I was wondering about our symbiotracers," Andre said. She looked at Steiger. "You think Dr. Darkness 
will be able to find us here?" 

"I haven't got the faintest idea how the damn things work," said Steiger, "but then neither does anybody 
else. Darkness is light-years ahead of the scientists in R & D. They can't even figure out how he managed 
to make particle level chronocircuitry. The fact that it's molecular bonding drives them nuts. If they could 
figure out how to do it, they'd do it with warp discs." 

"If they could make that work, it wouldn't be a bad idea," said Delaney. 

Steiger smiled. "No, it wouldn't. I didn't have the heart to tell them Darkness was already working on it. 
We know warp discs function in either timestream, because soldiers from the congruent universe had no 
trouble getting around in ours. It's my understanding the symbiotracers work on similar principles, which 
means they might work here. Just the same, I wouldn't count on any help from Dr. Darkness. He told me 
he's not going to attempt crossing over until he has more information about the congruent universe. He 
has no way of telling how his subatomic structure would react to a convergence." 

"Why should it react any differently from ours?" said Andre. 

"How much do you know about tachyons?" said Steiger. "Not much," she said. 

"Well, he won't admit it," Steiger said, "but Darkness probably doesn't know much more about them than 
you do. How do you study something that's faster than light? Especially when it's yourself. He has no way 
of knowing what will happen to his tachyonized state if he crosses over through a confluence. He might 
very well wind up departing in all different directions at six hundred times the speed of light." 

"Instant discorporation," Andre said. "I can see why he might be concerned. He's a strange man. You 
know, you never told us how you met him." 

"That's because I'm not exactly sure myself," said Steiger. "He just materialized out of thin air one day 
and started giving me instructions, as if we'd been working together for years. He's quite a character. 
Sort of a human deus ex machina. He has agents of his own scattered throughout all of time, mostly 
people in the Underground. He knew all about me, so he obviously has access to all sorts of top secret 
information. Then again, how hard would it be for him to find out anything he wanted to know? How do 
you stop someone who's faster than light? He's living proof that there are more things to heaven and earth 
than are dreamt of in our philosophy, as the old saying goes." 

"Shakespeare," Delaney said, identifying the quotation. "Prince Hamlet to Horatio." 

Steiger smiled, "No, actually it was Mooney Dravott." 

"Who?" 


"Mooney Dravott," Steiger said. "He was a fine old Elizabethan drunk. Shakespeare used him as the 
model for Falstaff. Mooney would get ripped and say the most amazing things. Bill wrote them down and 
used them in his plays." 

"Mooney Dravott," Steiger said. "He was a fine old Elizabethan drunk. Shakespeare used him as the 
model for Falstaff. Mooney would get ripped and say the most amazing things. Bill wrote them down and 
used them in his plays." 

"Oh, yeah," said Steiger. "Nice fella. I met him while I was gathering intelligence on the Temporal 
Underground in the late 16th century. He would have been amused to know how well his work came to 
be regarded and how long it has survived. He didn't take it all that seriously himself. To him, it was just a 
living, something he did for enjoyment and to make money. He used to say, 'It beats acting.' He did a lot 
of his writing in pubs, soliciting reactions and taking suggestions from just about anybody. He wrote for 
the people, so he had a high regard for their opinion. Much of what he wrote was taken from history, but 
he was more interested in the story for its own sake than in historical accuracy, which is one of the 
reasons I always suspect history as handed down to us by storytellers." 

"Such as Apollonius of Rhodes, you mean," said Andre. 

"Exactly." 

"I keep thinking about the mission programming," said Delaney. "I've seen a lot of strange things, but if it 
wasn't for the centaur, I wouldn't have bought any of it." 

"I'm not sure that's not the right approach," said Steiger. "Just because we caught a centaur who-or is it 
which?-corroborated some of the details of an ancient fable doesn't necessarily mean it's all true. If 
Apollonius really was picking up on psychic impressions of this place, how much of what he wrote can 
be considered reliable information and how much the result of a primitive mind attempting to make sense 
of science and technology beyond its grasp?" 

Delaney frowned. "What are you saying?" 

"Well, I've been trying to think of rational explanations for what seem to be irrational or supernatural 
elements in the story," said Steiger. "Maybe their technological development here is completely at 
variance with what we would expect at the same period in our timeline. But that's only one possible 
explanation. We're at war with the congruent universe. Intelligence is important to each side. It would be 
in their best interests to supply us with disinformation. Maybe we're actually dealing with a universe in 
which certain physical laws are different from those in our own timeline. On the other hand, suppose the 
centaur was actually created by genetic engineers in the future of this universe. This whole thing could be 
a setup." 

"Interesting idea," said Andre, "but it doesn't seem very likely." 

"Why not?" 

"All right, let's assume that was what happened," Andre said. "They created a centaur in their genetic 
labs, programmed it with disinformation about this timeline and sent it through the confluence to draw us 
here. For one thing, if that were the case, they could have taken us by now. And for another, it would 
require genetic engineering capabilities far in advance of our own." 

"And that's not impossible," said Steiger. "There's also the possibility that they could have taken us, only 
taking us this early in the game didn't fit in with their plans." 

"Okay, I'll grant you that," Andre said. "But then it still doesn't add up, because if the centaur had been 
programmed, it would have shown up in the psych team's debriefing session." 


"Maybe not," said Steiger. "What if they're better at psychological conditioning than we are? Can we 
make a centaur? There's still another possibility to consider. If this is some sort of setup and they really 
planned the operation carefully, they could have had people on the inside, on our interrogation team." 

"Maybe not," said Steiger. "What if they're better at psychological conditioning than we are? Can we 
make a centaur? There's still another possibility to consider. If this is some sort of setup and they really 
planned the operation carefully, they could have had people on the inside, on our interrogation team." 

"Sound too incredible to you?" said Steiger. "Don't forget, they managed to infiltrate Archives Section 
before and alter some of our records. There's every reason to suspect they could have managed to 
infiltrate us elsewhere. It sounds a lot more believable to me than the idea of gods and monsters being 
real." 

"Is that any less believable than my having been born in the 12th century?" said Andre, playing devil's 
advocate. "The first time I saw a suit of armor made from nysteel, I thought it was magic. The first time I 
saw someone make a temporal transition, I thought he was a sorcerer appearing out of thin air. Well, 
wasn't he, in a sense? Where does technology stop and magic begin? Isn't it just a matter of 
perspective?" 

"I suppose it all depends on whether an immortal is actually a god or someone who's achieved the 
ultimate in life extension," Steiger said. 

"But what exactly is a god?" said Andre. "Whose definition are we using?" 

Steiger smiled, "Why don't we wait until we meet one? Then we can go right to the source." 

They reached the river shortly before dark without encountering anyone, mortal or immortal. The 
crossing did not prove difficult to find; it was almost exactly where Major Curtis had indicated it on his 
hastily drawn map. The river flowed swiftly and the water came up to their thighs, so it was necessary for 
them to move slowly and carry their weapons high as they waded across. They made camp not far from 
the riverbank. The night was warm and they decided to sleep under the stars, taking turns standing 
watch. It felt strange hearing the familiar sounds of crickets and nightbirds, seeing familiar constellations 
and knowing they were in another universe. 

As their fire died down, Steiger reached into it and removed a glowing branch. He used it to light a 
cigarette. 

"That's very non-regulation, you know," Delaney said. "You're not supposed to bring things like that 
through to Minus Time." 

Steiger grinned. "You want a drag?" 

"Sure." 

Steiger passed him the cigarette. 

They took turns standing watch and the night passed uneventfully. At dawn, they rose and washed up in 
the river, then checked the baited hooks they had left in the water overnight. Each of them had caught a 
fish. They were trained in survival techniques, but so far their journey was less a mission than a pleasant 
hike. Living off the land would pose no problem. As they were finishing their breakfast of cooked fish, 
someone hailed their campsite from the riverbank. 

Exchanging glances, they made sure their weapons were within easy reach before replying to the call. A 
moment later, a slender, strikingly handsome young man came through the trees and stopped a short 
distance away from them. Like them, he was dressed in a knee-length chiton and a short mantle draped 
over one shoulder. He carried a small leather pouch and a bronze spear. A knife was tucked into his 


girdle. He had dark, curly hair that was in need of cutting. His cheeks were youthfully smooth. His 
features were well defined, with prominent cheekbones, a high forehead, a sharp nose and a slightly 
squared chin. His eyes were dark and his mouth had a proud, stubborn look about it. 

girdle. He had dark, curly hair that was in need of cutting. His cheeks were youthfully smooth. His 
features were well defined, with prominent cheekbones, a high forehead, a sharp nose and a slightly 
squared chin. His eyes were dark and his mouth had a proud, stubborn look about it. 

"Come forward, then," said Delaney. "If you are hungry, we still have some food left." 

The young man stepped forward and they could not help but notice that he wore only one sandal. 

"The price of doing someone a good turn," he explained, noticing their gaze and glancing down at his 
unshod foot. "I was carrying a poor old woman across the river on my back. She would have been 
drowned for certain on her own; the current is swift and she was too frail to have stood against it. My 
foot became caught between two stones halfway across. While I struggled to free it, the strap upon my 
sandal broke. With the old woman on my back, I could not have tried to catch it before it was swept 
away. Faced with a choice between the loss of an old woman or a sandal, I chose to lose the sandal. The 
proper choice to make, I think, if not the most convenient one." 

He dropped his spear on the ground and sat down beside them. "I will trade you figs for fish," he said, 
opening his leather pouch and passing them several fruits. "I am Jason, son of Aeson, rightful king of 
Iolchos. I am on my journey home to claim my birthright." He said this as casually as if he had been 
remarking upon the weather. "I am called Fabius," said Delaney. "And these are my friends and traveling 
companions, Creon and Atalanta. We travel to Iolchos, also." 

"Excellent," said Jason. "We shall all go together, then." It did not seem to occur to him they might not 
want to all go together. He simply accepted it as a matter of course. 

"I heard Pelias is king in Iolchos," Andre said, to see how Jason would react. 

"The throne does not belong to him," said Jason, his mouth full of fish. He spat out several bones, "He 
took it from my father and now I will come and take it back from him." 

"All by yourself?" said Steiger. 

"It is mine by right," said Jason, simply. 

"Pelias might not see it that way," Steiger said. 

"It matters not how Pelias might see it," Jason said, masticating furiously. "The kingdom is mine to claim 
and claim it I shall." 

"But what if Pelias disputes your claim?" said Andre. 

"Then I will have to challenge him. I do not wish to do this, so I intend to ask him to step down of his 
own free will. He will have to see that right is on my side and so I must prevail." 

Delaney rolled his eyes. 

"You would not, by any chance, have any spare sandals with you?" Jason said. "No? Worse luck. It 
means I shall have to enter Iolchos looking like a beggar who cannot even afford two sandals. Not a very 
good beginning for a king. Still, perhaps it is an omen. One can never tell about such things. The whims of 
the gods are strange." 


"Have you ever met a god? asked Steiger, smiling at Andre. 

"Have you ever met a god? asked Steiger, smiling at Andre. 

He set off in the vanguard of their small troop, walking quickly and purposefully with his shoulders 
squared and his head held high, as if he were a general leading a victorious army into a vanquished city. 

"What do you make of this boy?" Steiger asked Delaney quietly, so that Jason would not hear. 

Delaney shrugged. "He's either a fool or the most complete innocent I've ever met. If that's what comes 
of Chiron's teaching, I'd hate to see his other pupils." 

"Well, if there's any truth to the legend," Andre said, "we'll be meeting a lot more of them before too long. 
So far, things seem to be happening according to the story." 

"Except for us," said Delaney. 

"I'm not sure he even knows we're here," said Steiger, indicating Jason up ahead. 

Jason marched ahead of them without a backward glance, supremely confident in his ability to lead. He 
was in excellent condition and he set a good pace, devoting his energies to walking and sparing no effort 
for idle conversation as they went. He seemed a remarkably self-contained young man. His bearing 
reflected his assumption that he was destined for greatness. 

They arrived in Iolchos late in the afternoon and Jason made his way directly to the palace. At least, he 
must have assumed it was the palace because it was the largest building in the city, which was small in 
spite of the grandeur of its architecture. In fact, it turned out to be the Temple of Poseidon, but it served 
just as well because King Pelias was there, preparing to sacrifice a bull to the sea god. A crowd had 
gathered at the foot of the temple steps. 

Jason ploughed through the crowd as if he were an icebreaker crashing through a frozen sea, shouting, 
"Make way for the true king!" 

People stared in amazement at the presumptuous youth who dared to shout such words in the hearing of 
King Pelias, who turned frowning from the carcass of the bull, a bloody knife held in his hand. Soldiers 
immediately started down the steps to intercept Jason, but at that moment, the king's high priest saw he 
was wearing only one sandal and he held the soldiers back. 

"Wait!" 

"It's the man with one sandal!" said the captain of the guard. "The one the prophecy spoke of. Why not 
just kill him and have done with it?" 

"No," the high priest said in a low voice. "How do we know that killing him will not somehow fulfill the 
prophecy? If, in killing him, we set in motion events which would lead to Pelias losing the throne, then he 
would indeed lose his kingdom to this stranger, though he be dead. The gods can be capricious in their 
whims. The conditions of the prophecy must be fulfilled without risking the throne." 


"But how?" the captain asked. "It does not seem possible!" 

"But how?" the captain asked. "It does not seem possible!" 

"I am Jason, son of Aeson, rightful king of Iolchos. I have come to claim what is mine by birthright." 

"Oh, brother," said Delaney. Beside him, standing at the foot of the stone steps leading up to the temple, 
a soldier groaned miserably. 

"Oh, cruel gods," the soldier said, "that I should lose all for want of having stopped a foolish boy!" 

"Lose all?" said Andre. 

"Like as not my life as well," the soldier said, morosely. "Pelias heard a prophecy from the Oracle of 
Delphi that he would lose his kingdom to a man who came to him wearing but one sandal. I was charged 
to keep a supply of sandals ready to hand out at the palace entrance and to make certain no such man 
came into the presence of the king. Months spent with my eyes cast down, inspecting the feet of all who 
came to the palace seeking an audience with the king and now this wanton youth beards him at the 
temple! The gods must hate me!" 

Pelias was staring intently at Jason, who returned his gaze confidently, as if daring him to deny his claim. 
"My brother, Aeson, is dead," said Pelias, "and his son with him." 

"His son stands before you, very much alive," said Jason. "Look well on my face and tell me that you do 
not see my father." 

Pelias seemed to consider. "Yes," he said at last, "there is a similarity, but that alone proves nothing. I 
could as easily find a dozen boys of the right age in this city who could make the same claim based upon 
a chance resemblance." 

He smiled and gazed out at the crowd, the compassionate and understanding king taking great pains to 
be patient with a mad boy. When he spoke, his tone was condescending and more that a little ironic. 

"You understand, surely, that as king I have great responsibilities. I must consider the welfare of the 
people. I cannot simply hand over my throne to the first man who comes along, claiming to be my poor 
dead brother's son. This is a delicate matter which requires some deliberation." He turned to speak with 
the high priest. 

"I await your answer, Pelias!" Jason shouted after a moment, growing impatient. 

"He will get his answer in a spear between his ribs," the soldier in charge of inspecting feet said. "And 
then, doubtless, I shall make the long journey to Hades with him." 

"Perhaps," said Delaney, "you would be best served by making another long journey before the king has 
time to think about your fate." 

"You offer sound advice, stranger," said the soldier. "My thanks. The wandering urge is suddenly upon 
me. I think I will depart at once." 

As the soldier hastily pushed his way through the crowd, Pelias turned to Jason while the people waited 
expectantly to see how their king would deal with the impetuous youth. 

"I have consulted with my high priest about the best way to deal with this matter," he said, speaking 


loudly enough for all to hear. "If, as you claim, you are truly my brother Aeson's son, then you are indeed 
the rightful king of Iolchos. But, on the other hand, if you are not my brother's son and I were to step 
down in your favor, then not only would I have acted foolishly, putting the fate of the people of Iolchos 
into the hands of an imposter, I will have angered the gods, as well. As king, I must do what is right and 
just, both for the sake of the people of Iolchos and to appease the gods." 

loudly enough for all to hear. "If, as you claim, you are truly my brother Aeson's son, then you are indeed 
the rightful king of Iolchos. But, on the other hand, if you are not my brother's son and I were to step 
down in your favor, then not only would I have acted foolishly, putting the fate of the people of Iolchos 
into the hands of an imposter, I will have angered the gods, as well. As king, I must do what is right and 
just, both for the sake of the people of Iolchos and to appease the gods." 

"But we are mortals and not gods," said Pelias, smiling. "We cannot always see the truth of things as the 
Immortals can. If we could, then we would be as gods ourselves. Surely you would not utter blasphemy 
by suggesting it were otherwise?" 

Jason frowned, giving the matter careful thought-something which did not seem to come easily to him. "I 
would never blaspheme against the gods," he said, uncertainly. 

Pelias smiled. "Very well, then. Since we are but mortals who cannot always see the truth of things, 
would it not be best to let the gods guide us in our decision? I will abide by the wishes of the gods. Will 
you do the same?" 

Jason could not very well answer that he would not. 

"You claim to be my brother's son," said Pelias. "So be it. You appear to be an honorable young man. 
For the sake of my departed brother, I will put my trust in you. I will act in good faith and accept your 
word. Let all gathered here be witness that I step down from the throne of Iolchos in favor of my brother 
Aeson's son, King Jason." 

The crowd gasped with disbelief. 

"However," Pelias continued, "since I have acted in good faith, you must do likewise. You have made the 
claim, so it is you who must provide the opportunity for the gods to reveal their decision to us, as we 
have agreed. For the sake of the people of Iolchos, there must be a test. I can think of no more fitting test 
than for you to bring back the golden fleece from Colchis. It will be an arduous journey, but if the gods 
mean for you to rule in Iolchos, you cannot fail. In the meantime, I will keep your throne safe. When you 
return, then all will know that we have acted in accordance with the wishes of the gods." 

"It looks like Pelias just found a loophole in the prophecy," Delaney said. 

"And our boy Jason fell right through it," Steiger said. "Things are proceeding right on schedule." 

"That's what worries me," said Andre. "Is this what you call being at the right place in the wrong time?" 

Jason's first three recruits accompanied him to the shrine at Delphi. Jason had not been surprised when 
they offered to go with him on his journey. Rather, he was surprised that there had not been more 
volunteers. With the exception of the three temporal agents, no one had stepped forward when he 
announced from the temple steps that he required a crew for the voyage to bring back the golden fleece 
from Colchis. Apparently, the citizens of Iolchos preferred to wait for the decision of the gods. 

It was dusk when they arrived at Delphi and started up the hillside trail which led to the shrine. The 
journey had been made at the suggestion of the high priest of Iolchos. 

"If you are indeed the son of Aeson," the high priest had said, "you would do well to go to the Oracle of 
Delphi and ask the gods for guidance. The journey to Colchis will be hard, even for one who has the 


favor of the gods." 

favor of the gods." 

The shrine of the Oracle of Delphi was a small marble altar set before an ancient oak tree that grew at the 
summit of a hill. A semicircular wall of white brick was built around the giant oak, closing it off at the 
back and sides, so that its base and trunk were visible only from the front, where the altar had been 
placed. 

"The Speaking Oak," said Jason, reverently. "I have heard tell of it from my teacher, Chiron. We must 
place an offering of food upon the altar and see if the Oracle will speak." 

"You mean the offering itself is not a guarantee?" said Steiger, smiling. 

"It is said that the Oracle speaks only to those who are deemed worthy," Jason replied. "My cause is just 
and so I must be worthy. She will speak to us." 

Jason placed an offering of fruits and sweetmeats on the altar, then kneeled before it with his head bowed 
and his arms held out in supplication. "Oh, wise, all-knowing Oracle!" he said reverently. "Jason, son of 
Aeson, King of Iolchos, humbly comes seeking guidance from the gods. I am commanded to seek the 
golden fleece to prove my worthiness to rule in Iolchos. How may I best fulfill my task?" 

For a moment, nothing happened, then flames suddenly blazed up from the altar. In the glow of the 
firelight, a shape seemed to come out of the oak, a figure draped in dark robes with a hood covering its 
head and hiding its face. 

"Your petition has been heard, Jason of Iolchos," said the Oracle. She spoke with a strong and resonant 
voice. "The gods have deemed you worthy of the task now set before you. Hear now their words. Seek 
out Argus, the shipwright, and bid him build a galley with fifty oars. Look not among the people of 
Iolchos for your crew, for they are plain folk and not suited to the undertaking. Send out a call throughout 
the land for heroes to go with you on your quest. When you have done so, cut down the stoutest branch 
of the Speaking Oak and bid Argus carve it into a figurehead for your ship, which you shall call the Argo. 
When you have gathered your crew of Argonauts, set sail across the Aegean Sea. Follow a course 
through the Hellespont to the Sea of Marmora. Pass through the Bosporous to the Euxine Sea and set 
course along the coastline of Mysia, Bithynia and Pontus for the land of Colchis. You will find that which 
you seek in the Sacred Grove of Ares in the kingdom of Aietes." 

The flames abruptly disappeared and in the moment it took their eyes to become reaccustomed to the 
darkness, the figure behind the altar vanished. Delaney ran to the altar and looked around, but there was 
no sign of the woman. With the wall surrounding the Speaking Oak on all sides except the front, there 
was no way she could have gone except past them and there was no break in the wall. Steiger examined 
the altar and found nothing to indicate where the flames had come from. The heat must have been intense. 
The offering was completely crisped. 

"The gods have spoken through the Oracle," said Jason. "My course is clear." 

Delaney frowned. "I wish to hell ours was," he mumbled. 

Andre examined the tree, but it seemed solid, with no hollow space where the woman could have hidden. 
She glanced at Steiger. "Technology?" she said softly. "Or magic?" 


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The brawny, graying, barrel-chested shipwright stood with folded arms, regarding Jason with amused 
tolerance as the youth protested that the ship had to be built. He promised Argus that he would be 
compensated for his labors after they returned with the golden fleece and he was on the throne. When the 
shipwright seemed unmoved by such promises, Jason invoked the gods, saying it was their will that Argus 
build the galley that would bear his name. This appeal to vanity did not avail, either. 

"I must secure the materials with which to build your ship and I must pay the laborers who will do the 
work," said Argus. "Among them are faithless men who are not moved by the wishes of Immortals or the 
promises of kings. They are moved by more practical considerations, such as wages. I will gladly build 
your ship and carve your figurehead. I will even whittle you a flute if you like, but first I must be paid. If it 
is the will of the gods that I should build this ship, then doubtless the gods will provide you with the means 
to pay for it." 

There was an inescapable logic to this that not even Jason could dispute, but he remained undaunted. 
What Argus said made perfect sense to him. If it was the will of the gods that the ship be built, then the 
gods would obviously provide the means for him to pay for its construction. That it was their will was 
clear, so it was equally clear that the funds would be forthcoming. In the meantime, he sold his knife to 
buy another pair of sandals and made camp on the outskirts of the city in a crude lean-to constructed by 
the first three members of his crew. 

"A somewhat shabby palace for a king," Delaney said of their lean-to as they huddled in its shelter during 
a rainstorm. 

"Nevertheless, Fabius, it is a good beginning," Jason said, with no sign of discouragement. "Because of 
this, when I am in the palace, none will be able to claim that the king is ignorant of how his subjects live, 
for he has lived even as the poorest of them." 

Steiger glanced at Andre. "He does tend to look on the bright side, doesn't he?" 

"Somehow I had the feeling this would all be a great deal more dramatic," Andre said, then swore and 
shifted position as a stream of water broke through the thatch roof and cascaded down her back. 

"The gods work in their own way and in their own time," said Jason, staring off into the distance. "If they 
mean for us to wait, then wait we must. It is my fate to rule in Iolchos, come what may. Pelias will learn 
that once I have set my mind upon a task, I always see it through. Never fear, my friends. When I am 
king, I shall remember that you were the first to join me in my quest and I shall not be ungrateful." 


"In other words," Delaney mumbled softly, "don't hold your breath 'til payday." 

"In other words," Delaney mumbled softly, "don't hold your breath 'til payday." 

Jason grabbed his spear. "Take care, my friends," he said in a low voice. "It may be that Pelias means 
treachery, setting his soldiers upon us while we sleep. If so, then he shall not find us taken easily." 

Someone came out of the darkness and paused just at the edge of the clearing where they had erected 
their shelter. In the moonlight, they could see no more than a tall, dark figure in a hooded cloak. 

"Jason!" a muffled voice cried out. "Who calls?" Jason yelled back. "A friend." 

"Then come closer so we may see you, friend," said Jason. "Better that I not be seen," the dark figure 
said, without moving any closer. "Better also that I do not remain here long. Pelias has spies everywhere. 
Know that there are those in Iolchos who remember good King Aeson and bear Pelias no love. Word of 
your trouble has reached us. Among us, we have collected the necessary funds to pay Argus the 
shipwright for the building of your galley. We have also sent word abroad that a crew of heroes is 
needed to embark upon a dangerous adventure with a kingdom at stake. We have done our part, Jason, 
son of Aeson. Go now and do yours." 

"Wait!" cried Jason. "Who are you, that I might know whom to thank for-" but the dark figure had 
already melted away into the darkness. Steiger quickly moved off after the stranger. "Fabius, where is 
Creon going?" Jason said. "I think he's going to follow our benefactor," said Delaney. "You know what 
they say, beware of Greeks bearing gifts." 

Jason frowned. "Who says that?" Delaney shrugged. "Creon's people say it. They're not a very trusting 
lot." 

"They would do well to trust the wisdom of the gods," said Jason. "You see? It all comes to pass. The 
gods have willed it and now we shall have the funds to build the Argo and the means to assemble its 
crew. It is a good omen, Fabius. Our fate now lies before us." 

"Perhaps," said Delaney. "I would still prefer to know who's helping fate along." 

Steiger had no difficulty closing the distance between himself and the stranger who had come calling at 
their camp. The man was far from an experienced woodsman. In the darkness, he crashed through the 
underbrush and stumbled in the mud, making more than enough noise to cover any sounds Steiger might 
have made in his pursuit. Steiger kept thinking about the man's voice. It sounded muffled, as if he had 
been speaking through a piece of cloth. Why bother to disguise his voice? They knew no one in Iolchos. 
And why had he been afraid to show himself? 

There was something very suspicious about the recent progression of events, thought Steiger. Andre 
Cross seemed inclined to keep an open mind about possible differences in physical laws in this new 
universe, but perhaps that was because she had come from a superstitious time. When she had first seen 
27th century technology, it would indeed have seemed like magic to her. Finn Delaney had not yet 
indicated where he stood on that question, but as for himself, Steiger preferred to look for rational 
explanations. Perhaps, in this universe, magic in the supernatural sense was possible, but he would 
reverse his judgment until he saw something that could not be explained away as anything but 


supernatural phenomena. He had yet to see anything like that. 

supernatural phenomena. He had yet to see anything like that. 

The flames on the altar of the Oracle could easily have been produced in a number of ways that were 
perfectly mundane. The flames themselves would have provided enough cover for the Oracle to have 
"appeared" and "disappeared." The fact that they had not found a hidden doorway in the wall around the 
Speaking Oak did not mean that there wasn't one. 

The Oracle's "prophecy" could be even more easily explained. It was, after all, at the suggestion of the 
high priest that they had traveled to the shrine at Delphi. The high priest could easily have arrived there 
before them and set the whole thing up. The question was, why? Was it merely the result of Pelias 
wanting to be rid of Jason? If such were the case, why hadn't he had Jason killed? It would have been 
the simplest solution, unless he had a specific reason for not doing so. Or was there something more to it? 
Could it be that the reason the stranger's voice was muffled was because they might have recognized it as 
the voice of the high priest? That was something Steiger was determined to find out before the night was 
over. 

The stranger was not far ahead of him, blundering through the woods on a roundabout way back to 
Iolchos. The way he was moving, Steiger would almost have to try to lose him. As they approached the 
city, Steiger smiled. Something told him he was going to follow the stranger right back to the Temple of 
Poseidon. 

Suddenly, instincts born of years of fighting sounded an alarm inside his head and he knew he had done 
something drastically wrong. He started to spin around, but he never saw the blow coming. The next 
moment, he was on his back, unconscious, stretched out in the mud and the wet leaves. 

"You're lucky you have a hard head," said Delaney. 

Steiger opened his eyes to daylight and quickly shut them once again, wincing. Delaney slowly helped him 
to a sitting position. 

"Take it easy, Creed. You've had a nasty crack." 

"I've had worse," said Steiger. He groaned. "That doesn't make me feel any better about this one, 
though." 

"What happened?" 

"I was following our friend and thinking how easy it was, trailing a tenderfoot like that through the woods, 
when somebody came up behind me and bashed my head in. No wonder it was so easy. They expected 
to be followed and planned an ambush. And like an idiot, I walked right into it. Where's Andre?" 


"Back at the camp with Jason. We got worried when you didn't come back, so I thought I'd trail you and 
see if anything went wrong. Obviously, something did." 

"Back at the camp with Jason. We got worried when you didn't come back, so I thought I'd trail you and 
see if anything went wrong. Obviously, something did." 

"I've been thinking about that, too," Delaney said. "The story told by Apollonius didn't have a great deal 
of internal consistency. But then it was only a story. It didn't happen in our time line." 

"We don't know that for sure," Steiger said. "For all we know, an event similar to this could actually have 
occurred sometime in ancient Greece in our own timeline. Perhaps, over the years, embellishments were 
added to it until it became mythologized. There's no way of reliably dating a myth. Without knowing 
exactly at what point in time it was supposed to have taken place, there's no way to check it out. And 
this universe has already proven to have a different chronological timeline." 

Delaney nodded. "True. Just because it's happening here doesn't mean it happened in our universe or that 
the dates even correspond. Or the events, for that matter. Too bad we can't clock ahead in time and 
check." 

"How would we know which temporal coordinates to clock to? "Steiger said. 

"There is that," said Delaney. "The way I see it, we've got two separate problems here. One is the 
possibility that the opposition might become alerted to our presence by means of tracking us through our 
warp discs. There's not much that can be done about that if it happens. All we can do is minimize the risk 
by not making any temporal transitions unless it's unavoidable. But then there's the second problem, 
which is that we don't know for certain just what the historical scenario is here. All we're working from is 
a bunch of theories and assumptions. I'm not sure I buy the theory that our mythology, or certain aspects 
of it, might have been the result of some sort of psychic feedback across the congruency, people in our 
timeline somehow tuning in on events in this universe." 

Steiger grunted. "That does sound pretty wild, but if it's true, it could account for a lot of things, such as 
various unexplained psychic phenomena in our own universe. But suppose there isn't anything like 
psychic feedback taking place across the timelines. Then we're confronting an entirely different situation. 
In that case, we can't depend on any information from our own timeline, such as The Argonautica of 
Apollonius, because what we're faced with then is an alternate universe in which events appear to be a 
mirror image of events in our own universe, but they're not the same events. They're only similar." 

"Which raises the possibility that in this universe, Jason might not have succeeded in his quest," said 
Delaney. 

"Exactly. So far, we're acting on the assumption that the events concerning Jason will more or less follow 
the progression of our myth. They have so far, but we can't afford to follow through on that assumption 
without more information." 

Delaney shook his head. "No, we can't. There's far too much at stake. The problem is there's no way to 
check it out without clocking ahead. And without proper coordinates, we'd be clocking ahead blind. 
We'd have no idea what sort of an environment we might be clocking into or even where to go. If we 
luck out and experience no problems with transition, we'd risk alerting the opposition by using our warp 
discs. If they didn't get a direct fix on us and hit us with everything they've got, they'd still know we were 
conducting a hostile mission in this time period and they'd initiate a search for the confluence point. We 
can't afford to let them find it. It's our only way back home." 


"I'm thinking that we have a more immediate problem," said Steiger. 

"I'm thinking that we have a more immediate problem," said Steiger. 

"For someone who thinks T.I.A. agents are paranoid, you've got a very suspicious nature," Steiger said. 

"Being careful isn't quite the same thing as being paranoid," Delaney said. "I won't argue the point, 
though. I'm more concerned about what it might indicate if the high priest wasn't involved." 

"Meaning?" 

"What about what happened at the Shrine of Delphi?" 

"What about it?" Steiger said. "You didn't buy that cheap display, did you? Or do you really think 
supernatural events are natural here?" 

"I don't know," Delaney said. "If they are, then we've bought into a lot more trouble than we bargained 
for. How do you fight magic? And if the high priest didn't arrange that little demonstration, then who did?" 

Whoever had arranged for Argus to be paid did so in a clandestine manner. The payment was made in 
the middle of the night, by a man wrapped in a dark hooded cloak, and the instructions were given to the 
sleepy shipwright in a muffled voice. Not that Argus seemed to care much, one way or the other. He had 
been given a commission and the payment had been made in full, that was all that mattered to him. The 
next day, he hired laborers and began work on the galley. 

Exhibiting a rare pragmatic streak, Jason signed himself and his first three Argonauts on as boat builders. 
In this manner, they were paid the same wages as the other workers out of the funds collected by their 
mysterious sponsors. This enabled them to secure more comfortable quarters on the waterfront. The 
lean-to was abandoned without regret. 

The galley was the most ambitious project Argus had ever undertaken and he regarded it as a challenge. 
He was especially pleased that Jason did not get underfoot when it came to the design work, for no 
craftsman likes to take up a commission and then suffer the instructions of the client when the client 
clearly doesn't know the first thing about the craft. 

The design Argus came up with for the galley was based upon that of a flat-bottomed Egyptian trader's 
boat he had once seen, only he modified it with a deep keel and a larger mast, as well as increased 
dimensions. The galley would be constructed out of pegged cedarwood, caulked and lapstraked so that 
the boards overlapped each other, giving the hull greater rigidity and strength. It would be sixty-five feet 
long and twelve feet in the beam, with one mast for a large lateen sail set slightly forward of amidships 
and a small wooden deckhouse aft, atop which would be the steersman's station at the massive oaken 
tiller. It was to be a ship meant for speed and sea-kindliness, not creature comforts. Its design was 
somewhat similar to that of later Viking boats. 

As the keel was laid, volunteers for Jason's voyage started to arrive. The twin brothers, Castor and 
Pollux, were among the first to sign on for the adventure. Then came Telamon and Oileus, the fathers of 
the two Ajaxes who fought upon the plains of Troy. Tiphys, who had made many sea voyages, would be 
the steersman, and after him came Butes, said by many to be the fairest of all men. Andre shrugged and 


said she found him perhaps a bit too fair. Ancaios, who could read the stars, would be their navigator 
and Meleager, slayer of the Caledonian Boar, came in search of greater challenges. There were Mopsus 
the astrologer and Idmon the soothsayer; Caeneus the fighter; Theseus, who killed the Minotaur; and 
Orpheus the harpist and singer who, the others said, had actually been to Hades and returned to tell the 
tale-or sing the song, depending on the preferences of the audience. 

said she found him perhaps a bit too fair. Ancaios, who could read the stars, would be their navigator 
and Meleager, slayer of the Caledonian Boar, came in search of greater challenges. There were Mopsus 
the astrologer and Idmon the soothsayer; Caeneus the fighter; Theseus, who killed the Minotaur; and 
Orpheus the harpist and singer who, the others said, had actually been to Hades and returned to tell the 
tale-or sing the song, depending on the preferences of the audience. 

The shipwright, seeing the flamboyant adventurers who had assembled for the voyage, became infected 
by their spirit and let it be known that though he might be the oldest among them, he would not be denied 
a place among the crew, especially since the ship would bear his name. As the Argo neared completion, 
Argus set about carving the figurehead, a helmeted blonde woman with a shield on her left arm. Her right 
arm was extended and pointing outward. Argus proclaimed it to be the likeness of Hera, Queen of the 
Immortals. Her face was beautiful, yet grave and she looked as if she were about to speak. With the help 
of the Argonauts, the galley was completed, then painted a bright red. Following a sacrifice to Poseidon, 
they raised the mast and pushed the galley over log rollers into the bay. From a promontory over Iolchos, 
King Pelias watched with his high priest as the Argo embarked upon her voyage. 

"I never dreamed that Jason would gather such a crew of heroes to his side," said Pelias. "It worries me. 
Men such as Meleager, Theseus and Hercules, with such as these, how can he fail in his quest?" 

"Never fear," said the high priest. "The quest will fail, Pelias. Not all aboard the Argo wish for Jason to 
succeed." 

4 


The Argo sailed out of the bay of Iolchos on a course heading toward the Isle of Sciathos, passing the 
Cape of Sepius and then turning north toward Mount Pelion. They followed the coastline, keeping the 
open sea on their right. With Tiphys at the helm, the ship moved smoothly through the water under the 
power of the Argonauts, rowing to the drumbeat cadence set by Argus. The sea was dead calm and 
there was little wind. 

Rowing was hard work and Orpheus led them in a song to the rhythm of the cadence, so the task would 
seem a little easier. It wasn't long before the Argonauts were glistening with sweat from their exertions. 
All had stripped off their chitons and they rowed dressed only in their loincloths. Andre was unclothed 
from the waist up, as well. Her naked breasts were no cause for excitement, since it was not unusual in 
this time for women to have one or both breasts bared. The only comments resulting from her nakedness 
were those having to do with the degree of her muscularity. 


The cult of the body was a passion with the ancient Greeks, among whom sport took on spiritual 
overtones. All of the Argonauts were in excellent physical condition. The temporal agents, however, were 
a product of a time when physical training was far more developed and augmented scientifically. Among 
the Argonauts, only Hercules boasted a more impressive physique. He shared his oar with Hylas, but this 
soon proved to be an impractical arrangement. Hylas could not reach forward far enough to make the 
complete rowing motion and he kept being dragged off his seat by his powerful master's strokes. It was 
decided to spare Hylas from the task, as Hercules proved quite capable of handling the oar all by himself, 
and thereafter the youth performed the duties of a cabin boy, fetching water or preparing food, tasks for 
which he seemed much more suited. 

The cult of the body was a passion with the ancient Greeks, among whom sport took on spiritual 
overtones. All of the Argonauts were in excellent physical condition. The temporal agents, however, were 
a product of a time when physical training was far more developed and augmented scientifically. Among 
the Argonauts, only Hercules boasted a more impressive physique. He shared his oar with Hylas, but this 
soon proved to be an impractical arrangement. Hylas could not reach forward far enough to make the 
complete rowing motion and he kept being dragged off his seat by his powerful master's strokes. It was 
decided to spare Hylas from the task, as Hercules proved quite capable of handling the oar all by himself, 
and thereafter the youth performed the duties of a cabin boy, fetching water or preparing food, tasks for 
which he seemed much more suited. 

At the centaur's cave, which was large and appointed comfortably with crude wooden furniture Chiron 
had built himself, they made a fire and sat down to a feast of venison, pork, fruits and vegetables and 
wine. Orpheus told the story of his descent down into Hell, which apparently many of the Argonauts had 
heard before, but they all listened attentively just the same. 

He stood and walked into the center of the chamber, standing in the exact spot where his mellifluent tenor 
voice would echo best off the rock walls of Chiron's cavern. He stared down at the ground for a long 
moment and waited until absolute silence was achieved, then he jerked his head up abruptly, tossing his 
long dark curls, and his eyes seemed to glaze as he stared off into the infinite distance. 

"Her name was Eurydice," he said, pronouncing the name as if it were a holy word, "and I loved her with 
all the mad young passion of a boy first struck by Cupid's arrow. One day, while she was running along a 
riverbank, a snake reared up and bit her. Her death was more than I could bear. All Thrace mourned her 
passing, but none mourned more than I. I alone could not accept her death. I refused to believe that she 
was lost to me forever. I thought a love so great as mine could reach out even into Hades and somehow 
bring her back to me. Night and day, I prayed to all the gods and sacrificed in all the temples until, at last, 
Cyrene, the goddess of the sea, heard my lament and took pity on me. 

"She ordered the waters to be parted and I walked between them, descending down through the roiling 
waves to her where she ruled in the depths. There, surrounded by her nymphs, with sea anemones and 
creatures of the deep all around her, she told me to seek out Proteus, the Old Man of the Sea. 'For 
Proteus knows all,' she said. 'He knows all that is, all that has been, and all that is yet to be. Seize him, 
Orpheus,' she said to me, 'Seize him and hold him fast. Only fear will make him tell you what you wish to 
know. He will resist you and play upon your own fears to escape from you. He will assume the guise of 
beasts and monsters, yet you must not be afraid. If you relax your grip, he will swiftly leap into the sea 
and swim away and you shall never catch him. Hold fast to him,' Cyrene said, 'and the more he changes 
shape, the tighter you must hold him. Only when he reverts to his true form will you know that you have 
vanquished him. Then you may put your questions to him and he will be bound to answer.' 

"She told me where to find the Old Man of the Sea and I journeyed far and wide until, at last, I found 
Proteus sleeping on a beach, his sleek form stretched out upon the sands. I crept up slowly and with the 
greatest of care, for Cyrene warned me that his hearing was acute, and then I leaped upon him, seizing 
him and holding on with all my strength! He gave a frightened start, then on the instant I perceived that I 
held not an old man with seaweed in his hair and a drowned look in his eyes, but a fearsome shark that 
writhed and thrashed and twisted, straining to fasten its terrible gaping jaws upon me! 


"I screamed with terror, yet somehow I held on in desperation, and suddenly the shark was gone and in 
its place I held a scaled sea serpent which coiled its length about me, seeking to squeeze the very breath 
out of my chest! Yet even as I felt its coils tightening around me and it seemed as though my bones would 
burst, I held on tighter, squeezing back with every bit of strength I had! The serpent gave way to a 
fearsome dragon which beat its wings about my head and seared me with its breath. I made my grip still 
tighter, squeezing the creature's throat with all my might. The dragon disappeared and in its place I held a 
kraken, then a griffin, then a hideous mollusk that stung me with its slimy tendrils. Proteus changed into 
every terrifying creature known to man and still I would not release him until, at long last, succumbing to 
my choking hold, he returned, spent, to his true shape and I knew that I had won. 

"I screamed with terror, yet somehow I held on in desperation, and suddenly the shark was gone and in 
its place I held a scaled sea serpent which coiled its length about me, seeking to squeeze the very breath 
out of my chest! Yet even as I felt its coils tightening around me and it seemed as though my bones would 
burst, I held on tighter, squeezing back with every bit of strength I had! The serpent gave way to a 
fearsome dragon which beat its wings about my head and seared me with its breath. I made my grip still 
tighter, squeezing the creature's throat with all my might. The dragon disappeared and in its place I held a 
kraken, then a griffin, then a hideous mollusk that stung me with its slimy tendrils. Proteus changed into 
every terrifying creature known to man and still I would not release him until, at long last, succumbing to 
my choking hold, he returned, spent, to his true shape and I knew that I had won. 

"Proteus had warned me that I must not gaze upon her, for men must always avert their eyes from those 
of ghosts or gods, so remembering his words, I turned from her and went back the way I came, bidding 
her to follow me. Yet as I crossed the River Styx in Charon's ferry, a fear came over me that she may not 
have boarded with me, that she had been left behind, and powerless to fight the impulse, I turned around. 
For the briefest instant, I beheld her standing there and as our eyes met, I knew that all was lost. 

"Three times did thunder crash and my love cried out, 'You have doomed me!' and faded from my sight 
like smoke dispersing on the winds. I cried out, pleading with the ferryman to turn around, but he would 
not take me back across. He drew up to the bank and pointed with his bony hand, showing me the way 
back to the light of day. I had no choice but to go, for my time had not yet come. Gladly would I have 
remained in Hades with my love, but the Fates had not decreed it should be so. There were other 
challenges before me, other voyages to make before the final voyage that would reunite me with my love. 

"So that is why I am here with you tonight, my friends, as we embark upon this perilous quest. That is 
why I have no fear of whatever lies ahead, for each man must make his own voyage in his own time. 
Who knows what lies ahead of us? Come what may, be it glorious success or fatal failure, I know that in 
the end, I will make the journey down to Hades once again and this time, I will remain forever in the 
Underworld where spirits dwell, united with my Eurydice. I have learned that no man should fear his 
destiny and that no parting should bring sorrow, for all shall come together in the end." 

He stood silently, looking down at the ground, then slowly returned to his seat as the Argonauts nodded 
and murmured their approval of the tale. 

"It grows better each time he tells it," Euphemus said to Andre. 

"Do you think any of it is true?" she said. "What is truth?" said Idmon, the soothsayer. "If it were a dream, 
would it then be false? Who is to say what challenges the gods may put before us, even in our dreams? 
Who is to say that our wakeful state is not itself a dream dreamed by the Immortals? Life is a tale and 
therein lies its magic. The oftener the tale is told, the truer it becomes. When men stop telling tales, then 
life itself becomes a lie." 


"What is the sound of one hand clapping?" said Delaney wryly. 

"What is the sound of one hand clapping?" said Delaney wryly. 

"You have me there," said Delaney, smiling. "I am neither soothsayer nor a wise man. Merely a seeker 
who asks foolish questions." 

"Indeed," said Idmon, "yet who is the wiser? The one wise enough to know the answer or the one wise 
enough to ask the question?" 

"Enough of this philosophy," said Menoetius. "Such musings are fit only for old men. We need tales of 
great deeds, not weighty thoughts." 

"We shall hear a tale of a great deed then," Castor said. "Tell us, Theseus, of how you slew the 
Minotaur." 

Theseus spat out a piece of pork fat and belched. "I was younger then," he said, patting his muscular 
stomach contentedly. "Young and full of fire to prove myself. Full also of anger at the unjust policy which 
each nine years sent seven young Athenian boys and maidens to the labyrinth of Crete, there to wander 
terror stricken through the maze until they were found and eaten by the Minotaur." 

"Why was this done?" asked Hylas, eyes wide with wonder. "And what sort of creature was this 
Minotaur?" 

"It was a manner of tribute paid by the Athenians to Crete," said Theseus, "and it was meant to appease 
the Minotaur. You may have heard that this creature was the offspring of an accursed, bestial love born 
of a mad and savage passion. It was said that Pasiphae, the depraved wife of King Minos of Crete, fell in 
love with a white bull which had a black spot between its horns, an animal held sacred by the people of 
Crete. In her mad obsession, Pasiphae had congress with this beast and from this union came a fearsome 
creature, cursed by the gods to be born in a shape that was half man, half animal. Its torso was that of a 
man, yet its head and hindquarters were those of a bull. Aghast at this horrible perversion, Minos wanted 
to remove it forever from his sight, yet he could not kill it, for it was the offspring of a sacred animal. 

"He sought out the famed craftsman, Daedalus, and directed him to build a labyrinth to house the 
monster. Daedalus constructed this labyrinth deep within a cavern, with many passages which turned and 
twisted, forming a maze so intricate that once one entered it, the way out could not be found again. It was 
to the depths of this labyrinthine maze that Minos consigned the Minotaur and each nine years thereafter, 
youths and maidens were sent into this maze so that their blood would appease the creature. Over the 
years, this Minotaur grew large and powerful and terrifying, so that Minos greatly feared it. 

"My father, King Aegeus, was the unhappy man to whom the task fell of selecting the seven sacrificial 
victims when the boat with the black sail departed each nine years for Crete. He was hated by the people 
for this, especially so since he was the one man whose own children were exempt from the deadly 
lottery. Anxious to prove myself in battle and test my courage, and to silence those who accused my 
unhappy father of being unjust, I volunteered to go, thereby sparing at least one family the agony of 
seeing a child depart on the ship with the black sail never to return." 

"Yet you believed that you would return," said Jason. "You knew that right was on your side and 
therefore you would prevail." 

"Well, that may be so," Theseus said, "but I have always put my faith in the strength of my own sword 
arm than in the power of right. I believed that since the Minotaur was a creature born of flesh, then it 
could be killed as any other creature born of flesh. And I believed also, as I continue to believe, that life 


without a challenge is a kind of death. I told my father that I would do my utmost to destroy this 
Minotaur, for if the Minotaur were killed, then the tribute would be ended. And I told my father that the 
same ship on which I sailed for Crete would return with a white sail hoisted to tell of my victory, or the 
black sail to tell of my failure and my death. 

without a challenge is a kind of death. I told my father that I would do my utmost to destroy this 
Minotaur, for if the Minotaur were killed, then the tribute would be ended. And I told my father that the 
same ship on which I sailed for Crete would return with a white sail hoisted to tell of my victory, or the 
black sail to tell of my failure and my death. 

"King Minos had a beautiful daughter whose name was Ariadne and when she saw me, Ariadne fell in 
love with me." Theseus tipped back a wine skin and squeezed out a purple stream which struck his chin 
before it found its way into his mouth. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, smacked his lips and 
broke wind profoundly. 

"As a youth," he said, "I was not uncomely. Shortly before I was to go into the labyrinth, Ariadne came 
to me with a spool of thread. She told me to unwind the thread from the spool as I went through the 
maze, so that when I had killed the Minotaur, I could return the way I came by following the thread. It 
seemed such a simple thing, I was amazed that no one had thought of it before. Yet I had not thought of it 
myself, so perhaps it was not so simple. 

"When the morning came, the seven of us went into the labyrinth. There was much wailing and weeping 
among my fellow sacrificial victims, but I told them to keep behind me and to avoid stepping on the 
thread, lest it should break and doom us all to be forever lost. We wandered for a long time through the 
maze, going from one passage to another, all the while descending ever deeper until I began to think that 
Hades itself lay not far ahead. It was cold within the labyrinth and damp. Our torches showed us bats in 
great numbers hanging from the ceiling. As we passed, they swept down upon us screaming and the 
maidens screamed as well, as did some of the youths. 

"Rats were all around us like a furry carpet, undulating and chittering, crawling up our legs and dropping 
on our bodies so that we had to beat them off us with every step we took. As we went deeper, we 
began to pass the bones of those unfortunates who had gone before us and had been devoured by the 
Minotaur. I saw that many of these bones were splintered, as if struck some powerful blow, and that they 
had all been gnawed upon by fearsome teeth." 

Theseus picked up a pork rib and gnawed at it savagely, then wiped the grease off on his legs. 

"Among the bones also lay weapons, swords and spears and shields that had done their bearers not one 
bit of good. The shields, I saw, were buckled, hammered by strong blows. The swords were blunted and 
the spears were broken. And before long, in the depths ahead of us, we heard the echoing bellows of the 
creature, which smelled our scent and roared its hunger. "My thread had run out to the end and now 
naught but the spool itself remained. I bid the others wait and went on ahead alone, trying to mark the 
way so that I could find them once again when-and if-I started to return. With my shield on my arm, I 
held the torch aloft and proceeded slowly, cautiously, not wishing the creature to surprise me, but by now 
its cries had ceased and there was deathly silence in the maze, broken only by the sounds of water 
dripping down from overhead." 

Theseus stood and stepped forward slowly, acting out the last part of his tale. He had picked up his 
shield and he now held it close to his body. His hand rested on his sword hilt and he crouched low, as if 
anticipating combat. 


"Suddenly, the passage ended and I was in a cavern, a large central chamber lit by torches set high into 
the walls. Before me was a heap of bones piled higher than a man, some still with bloody meat upon 
them, and crouched upon that heap of bones was the most fearsome apparition I had ever seen. It was 
as tall as Chiron and as powerfully built as Hercules, with arms like tree trunks and a chest big as a keg 
of wine! 

"Suddenly, the passage ended and I was in a cavern, a large central chamber lit by torches set high into 
the walls. Before me was a heap of bones piled higher than a man, some still with bloody meat upon 
them, and crouched upon that heap of bones was the most fearsome apparition I had ever seen. It was 
as tall as Chiron and as powerfully built as Hercules, with arms like tree trunks and a chest big as a keg 
of wine! 

As he spoke, Theseus suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath with a wide, fast sweeping motion and 
several of the Argonauts were saved from being decapitated only by ducking their heads at the last 
moment. 

"It charged, bellowing as it came, and I threw my torch at it, hoping to strike its face and blind it so that I 
could step in and make the killing thrust, but it reached up a massive arm and batted the torch away." 

Theseus made a batting motion with his sword and knocked one of the torches out of its sconce. It flew 
across the room and fell at the feet of Pollux, showering him with sparks. He started batting at his head, 
fearful that his hair would be set on fire and Castor thoughtfully emptied his wine goblet over his twin 
brother's head. 

"It swung at me!" Theseus shouted, his voice ringing in the cave. "I ducked beneath the blow, slashing at 
its midsection with my sword-" 

A bowl of fruit was struck a devastating blow and it went clanging against the wall, spilling apples, pears 
and figs in all directions. Delaney caught an apple one-handed and bit into it. As the battle progressed, 
the roast pig was skewered; a quick cut and thrust separated a loin which Argus grabbed and bit into 
with gusto. The venison was hacked; a table was overturned. 

"Its bellows filled the cavernous chamber as we met, exchanging blows and punishing each other! My 
shield was battered and dented, my sword blunted on its horns! It bled from a dozen wounds and still it 
came at me! I raised my sword high over my head- " 

And as he raised his sword high over his head, Hercules caught Theseus by the wrist, forestalling further 
destruction. "And then you k-k-k-k-" 

"And then you killed it!" Hylas finished for his master. 

"No, I-" Theseus paused as Hercules frowned down at him. "Uh, yes, then I killed it," he said quickly and 
Hercules released him. 

"After that, it was a simple matter of following the thread back to the entrance of the labyrinth and finding 
a warm welcome in the arms of Ariadne. We boarded the ship which had brought us all to Crete and set 
sail for home, full of festive spirit. Unfortunately, our spirits were so high that I forgot what I had told my 
father and I neglected to put up the white sail. Aegeus saw our black sail on the horizon and, thinking I 
had perished, became so grief-stricken that he threw himself into the sea. Thus, I vanquished the 
Minotaur and became a king." 

"Handy little lapse of memory he had there," Delaney said to Andre. 


Idmon shook his head. "Do us all a service, Castor, and do not ask Theseus to tell any more stories of 
his exploits. We are all guests here and his tales are hard upon the housekeeping." 

Idmon shook his head. "Do us all a service, Castor, and do not ask Theseus to tell any more stories of 
his exploits. We are all guests here and his tales are hard upon the housekeeping." 

"I, too, have a tale to tell," said Chiron and they all fell silent as their old teacher spoke. "I dreamt that I 
was taken by the gods and transported to Olympus, where the Immortals all surrounded me. I stood 
within a chamber full of light while they asked me many questions and the magical creations of 
Hephaestus, creatures of living metal, gamboled at my feet. They wished to know of the affairs of 
mortals. They asked me about you, Jason, and you, Theseus, and you, Hercules. They asked if mortals 
still believed in gods and I was saddened that they feared our loss of faith. They spoke about a quest of 
which I knew nothing and they spoke about a crew of heroes who called themselves the Argonauts. Then 
they returned me to my home here on Mount Pelion without any word of explanation and it was here that 
I awoke, thinking it was all a dream of portent." 

The massive centaur looked down at them from where he stood at the head of the long table, while his 
youngest pupil, a child named Achilles, ran a comb through the hairs of his long tail. 

"There is truth in what Idmon has told us," the centaur said. "The gods pose challenges to us in dreams. 
Who is to say that this is not a dream in which the gods are speaking to us, moving us about like game 
pieces on a board for their own purposes? What mortal can discern the thoughts of an Immortal? You 
are the Argonauts and you are upon a quest, just as the gods spoke of in my dream. 

"When your father brought you to me, Jason, he asked me to prepare you for the day when you would 
meet your destiny. And now all of you, many of you my old pupils, have united in this quest to bring back 
the golden fleece to Iolchos. It shall complete a tale that began with a mad king who believed that 
murdering his children would appease the anger of the gods. You sail upon the sea where Helle drowned 
and you journey to the land where Phrixus died. Your fates are intertwined with theirs. 

"Your tale, Jason, is their tale also. It is a tale of children driven from their homes and denied their 
birthright. It is a tale of mortals invoking the desires of gods to justify their own and of gods who walk 
with mortals to redress those wrongs. How it all will end, no mere mortal can say, but in every dream, 
there is a lesson to be learned. Question all dreams to discern their lessons and question all mortals to 
discern their purposes, for the gods will question you in turn. It is as Idmon said, the wiser man is not he 
who believes he knows the answers, but he who knows to ask the questions. 

"And now, it grows late and you must leave upon the morning tide. The time has come to sleep and 
dream and see what lessons we may learn." 

The Argonauts slept deeply, all save "Fabius," who merely feigned sleep while he took his turn on watch. 
Andre had taken the first shift, pretending also to be asleep while she remained on watch. Her shift 
passed uneventfully and she then woke Steiger, who took his turn for several hours. Delaney had the last 
shift and Steiger woke him quietly to report that all was well. Steiger then stretched out and was asleep 
almost immediately while Delaney remained awake, thinking. Chiron's tale had sounded uncomfortably 
familiar. 

Delaney had the feeling they were caught in a time when myth and reality were indistinguishable. These 
people were primitives, yet they were sophisticated in the way they created their own myths, then lived 
them. Idmon had said it best. The oftener a tale is told, the truer it becomes. He wondered what they'd 
find when they arrived at Colchis. Would there be some enchanted golden fleece hanging on a tree 
branch in the Sacred Grove of Ares or would it turn out to be a rotting sheepskin painted gold, a 


moth-eaten symbol of an old tale upon which a kingdom had been built? 

moth-eaten symbol of an old tale upon which a kingdom had been built? 

It was almost dawn when he heard the soft footfalls of hooves and looked up to see Chiron quietly 
moving toward the entrance to the cavern. Moving silently, Delaney followed him. Chiron went outside 
and in the soft gray light, Delaney could see the centaur heading down a path that led into the woods. 
Keeping his distance, Delaney pursued him, curious to see where the centaur was going at such an 
unlikely hour. After a short while, Chiron came to a small clearing in the forest in the center of which a 
small stone altar had been built. He entered the clearing and stopped before the altar with his head 
bowed. 

For a while, the centaur simply stood there, saying and doing nothing, as if praying, but then Delaney 
heard a deep, masculine voice say, "I am here." 

Standing behind the altar, in the early morning shadows, was a figure that had not been there a moment 
earlier. He was wearing a hooded cloak which hid his features. 

"They have come, just as you said they would," the centaur said. "They will be sailing on the morning tide. 
What would you have me do?" 

"Nothing more," the hooded figure said, "only tell me, among the Argonauts, who are the ones you do not 
know, the ones who were not among your pupils?" 

"There are several," said Chiron. "Argus the shipwright is one, as well as Idmon the soothsayer, and 
Mopsus the astrologer. There are Menoetius and Pirithous, and Hylas, the boy who serves Hercules..." 

Delaney heard Chiron mention several other names, among them their own aliases, Fabius, Creon and 
Atalanta. The hooded figure questioned Chiron about each of them. 

"Good," the strangely familiar voice said, finally. "You have done well. Go now. It is almost dawn. Tell no 
one about our meeting." 

"I would ask only one question," Chiron said. "Many of these youths are near and dear to me. The quest 
they have embarked upon will hold great dangers for them. Tell me, will they succeed?" 

"No man should know his fate," the hooded figure said, "nor that of another. Some will die and some will 
live. What becomes of them is the province of the gods. Go now. Wish them well upon their journey." 

Chiron bowed from the waist, then turned and came back in Delaney's direction. Delaney ducked behind 
some bushes to avoid being seen and waited until the centaur had passed. When he looked up again, the 
hooded figure was no longer in the clearing. He ran to the stone altar and looked around in all directions, 
but there was no sign of a trail or even of anyone having been there in the first place. The ground around 
the altar and the stone platform it stood upon was damp with early morning drizzle, but the only tracks 
visible in the gray dawn were Chiron's hoof prints. 


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"And m-m-meat," said Hercules, whacking himself on the belly with a sound like wood splitting. 

"Very well," said Jason. "We anchor for the night at Lemnos. Argus, Mopsus, Idmon, Telamon and 
Oileus, you shall remain with the ship while the rest of us go ashore in search of water and provisions." 

"Lemnos," Steiger said, "according to the myth, an island of beautiful Amazon women." He glanced at 
Delaney and grinned. "Think that's what we'll find?" 

"I'm more worried about having a ringer on this voyage," said Delaney. 

Steiger nodded, suddenly serious. "If he's among the Argonauts, it would explain the hooded cloak. He 
wouldn't want to be recognized. But if the centaur's in on some sort of plot with him, why would he want 
to disguise himself for a private meeting?" 

"Maybe the centaur never knew what he really looked like and he wanted to keep it that way. And that 
raises more questions." 

"You said you thought you recognized the voice. None of the Argonauts' voices ring any bells with you?" 

Delaney shook his head. "Several of them have deep voices. And whoever it was could have been 
altering his normal voice." 

"Too bad you didn't notice if anyone was missing when you trailed Chiron." 

"If anyone had left during the night, one of us should have spotted him," Delaney said. "And if someone 
left after I did, he should have spotted me." 

"If one of these characters was equipped with a warp disc," Steiger said, "he could have clocked out of 
the cave and to that clearing without anyone noticing." 

Delaney glanced at him sharply. "I think we'd better talk about this. Let's see if we can split away from 
the main group once we're ashore." 

They spoke in low voices, but the Argo was not the best place to hold a surreptitious conversation. No 
space had been wasted in the construction of the galley and they were all in fairly close contact all the 
time. All three temporal agents had been on ocean voyages before, but no matter what the time period or 
what type of vessel, one thing about life on the sea remained constant. Time passed very slowly. 

The Argo was an uncomplicated vessel. There was no need to climb the rigging to take in or let out sails, 
because there was only the one simple, triangular lateen sail which could be hoisted or taken down easily 
and quickly. There was no need to perform maintenance on armaments, because there were none. There 
was no need to maintain engines or generators, pumps or electrical equipment or any of the other items 
found on more modern ships. The Argo was as primitive as a ship could be short of the reed vessels of 


the Polynesians. Shipboard duties were simple. There was not much else to do save row or watch for 
leaks and bail if the need arose. When they were close to shore, one of the men would go into the bow 
and let down a weighted rope so that soundings could be taken. Theirs was not an ambitious 
ocean-crossing voyage so much as an extended offshore cruise. On their course in the Aegean Sea, they 
were never very far from land and much of their voyage would be spent following the coastline, sailing 
between the islands and the mainland. With the proper crew and under the right conditions, the Argo 
might have been capable of crossing an ocean, but even expert sailors would have found it quite a 
hardship. 

the Polynesians. Shipboard duties were simple. There was not much else to do save row or watch for 
leaks and bail if the need arose. When they were close to shore, one of the men would go into the bow 
and let down a weighted rope so that soundings could be taken. Theirs was not an ambitious 
ocean-crossing voyage so much as an extended offshore cruise. On their course in the Aegean Sea, they 
were never very far from land and much of their voyage would be spent following the coastline, sailing 
between the islands and the mainland. With the proper crew and under the right conditions, the Argo 
might have been capable of crossing an ocean, but even expert sailors would have found it quite a 
hardship. 

The sun had burned every one of them. They had rigged an awning to provide some very much needed 
shade, but skin was nevertheless tender and muscles were still sore. Hylas was kept busy applying olive 
oil to sunburned skin and some of the crew felt seasick, even in the relatively calm seas they had 
experienced. Delaney, who had once endured a squall in the crow's nest of a British man o'war, 
wondered uneasily how this crew would fare in the event of a storm. 

While they were under sail, a listless lethargy was the prevalent atmosphere on board and even Orpheus, 
a seemingly inexhaustible source of songs and tales, fell to sitting idly on deck and staring out to sea, lost 
in his own thoughts. After a day's sail, the Argonauts looked forward to spending time ashore. 

They anchored in the small protected bay and waded in, pleased at the prospect of getting in some 
hunting. They split up into small groups and went off in different directions to explore the island. It gave 
the temporal agents a chance to go off by themselves. 

"You're going to call me a paranoid again," said Steiger, "but hear me out first. I've been thinking about 
this ever since we left Mount Pelion. Something's wrong here. Someone else is conducting some sort of 
covert operation on this voyage. Our friend with the hooded cloak really seems to get around. He could 
be someone in the pay of King Pelias, someone who's infiltrated the Argonauts as we have, but there's 
another possibility that worries me even more. Our hooded friend might not be working for Pelias at all." 

"I'm not calling you a paranoid yet," said Finn, "but I'm reserving judgment.'' 

"All right. Consider this. The centaur shows up in our time-line, coming through conveniently at a point 
where we just happen to have Observers stationed. The fact of the centaur's existence predisposes us to 
consider the possibility that physical laws might be significantly different in this universe. The debriefing of 
the centaur seems to corroborate the events described in one of our most ancient myths, in which 
supernatural forces figure prominently. We witness at least one event so far, at Delphi, which appears to 
be supernatural. We've got some mysterious hooded figure cropping up both at Iolchos and at Pelion. 
Now maybe supernatural events are natural here, but consider that any one of us could have duplicated 
the seemingly magical appearance and disappearance of the Oracle ... by using a warp disc. Our friend in 
the hooded cloak might be getting around the same way." 

"Wait," said Andre, "let's go back to the beginning for a moment. What do you mean by saying that the 
centaur appeared 'conveniently' at a point in time where we happened to have Observers on the scene? 
Assuming it was all planned somehow, how could the opposition have arranged to have a confluence 
occur at such a convenient point?" 


"They didn't have to arrange it," said Steiger. "Suppose they discovered the confluence first. They could 
have conducted a scouting expedition just as Curtis did. They have the ability to scan for warp discs 
somehow. Wouldn't it make sense that it would be the first thing they'd do? They could have discovered 
we had Observers in the area and decided to take advantage of that fact." 

"They didn't have to arrange it," said Steiger. "Suppose they discovered the confluence first. They could 
have conducted a scouting expedition just as Curtis did. They have the ability to scan for warp discs 
somehow. Wouldn't it make sense that it would be the first thing they'd do? They could have discovered 
we had Observers in the area and decided to take advantage of that fact." 

"I don't know," said Steiger. "I could be wrong about all this, but my gut tells me we're being waltzed 
through some kind of scenario by somebody who wants us to accept things just as they appear. I have 
the feeling we're walking into something." 

The ground suddenly seemed to leap up beneath them and seconds later, they were suspended about six 
feet off the ground in a large rope net. Delaney found himself staring down into the face of a lovely young 
woman who held a sort of leather bellows in her hands. 

"What-" he began, but before he could get the next word out, she squeezed the bellows and blew a 
suffocating mist into his face. It blinded him and he started coughing violently. Everything started spinning 
and then all feeling left him. 

Delaney awoke in a large room with stone walls. Light was coming into the cell from barred windows 
high overhead. The floor was cold and damp, made of mortared stone, and lying on it had given him a 
backache. His head throbbed, his eyes stung and his lungs felt as if he had breathed in acid fumes. He 
made an effort to sit up and discovered that both his hands and feet were manacled. 

The Argonauts were lying all around him in various positions of unconsciousness, similarly shackled. He 
made a quick head count and saw that they had captured everyone who came ashore. Those who had 
remained on board the Argo were absent, as was Andre. Steiger rolled slightly and moaned, starting to 
come around. 

"What was that you were saying about walking into something?" said Delaney. 

Steiger sat up slowly. "God, my head feels like it's about to burst. What happened?" 

"We were netted in some sort of animal trap, then neatly gassed," said Delaney. "We must have been the 
first ones they caught. The others are still out of it." 

Steiger held up his hands and shook the chains. "Slave traders?" he said, grimacing. 

"Back in our timeline, they did a pretty brisk slave trade in these days," said Delaney. "But if the one who 
gassed us was a slave trader, she sure didn't look the part." 

"She?" 

"You didn't see her?" 


"Hell, I turned my head and the next thing I knew, it was like breathing tear gas. I didn't see a thing. What 
did she look like?" 

"Hell, I turned my head and the next thing I knew, it was like breathing tear gas. I didn't see a thing. What 
did she look like?" 

"Who?" 

"The goddess of the hunt. Young, beautiful, cute little figure in a miniskirt, long legs, bow, quiverful of 
arrows, lovely golden hair-, eyes you could die for..." 
"Right, I get the picture. You think we found our Amazons?" 
"More like they found us." 
"Where's Andre?" 
"I don't know." 
"Anyone else missing?" 
"Only the men back on the boat." 


Steiger looked around at the cell. "Lovely accommodations." 
"According to the story, they murdered all their men for bringing back concubines from Thrace," said 
Delaney. 


"Is there a point to this or are you just being bright and cheery?" 
"Also according to the story, they made the Argonauts quite welcome, if you'll recall." 
"That's right," said Steiger, "I'm still not thinking too clearly. They stayed here for a while and enjoyed the 


company of a lot of horny women and they would have stayed longer if Hercules hadn't kicked their butts 


back aboard the ship. This part wasn't in the script." 
The other Argonauts started to come around. It turned out that several of the hunting parties had been 
caught in nets as well, others had fallen into pits, the rest were approached by lovely young women and 
gassed when they allowed them to get close. 


"I do not understand this," Jason said. "Were all of us captured by women?" 


"Why have we been chained?" roared Hercules, furiously. Suddenly, there was no trace of a stutter. The 
deep voice rumbled forth smoothly in ringing, stentorian tones. "Who dares chain the son of Zeus?" 
He stood and held his arms out before him, pulling the chains taut. The muscles in his shoulders and chest 


bunched, standing out in sharp relief, and a moment later, the chains snapped cleanly. 
Steiger stared, eyes wide. "Jesus, did you see that?" he whispered. 
Delaney tried his own chains. "I saw it, but I don't believe it. These links are almost an inch thick!" 
Hercules reached down and snapped the chains holding his feet together, then turned his attention to the 


chains holding Hylas. One by one, he freed each of the Argonauts and when he was done, he wasn't 
even breathing hard. 
"I must be dreaming," Steiger said softly to Delaney. "Nobody could be that strong!" 



"Not even Hercules?" Delaney said. 

"Not even Hercules?" Delaney said. 

They ran out after Hercules as he stormed down the corridor, roaring at the top of his lungs. He came to 
a door at the end of the corridor and launched himself against it without breaking stride, smashing through 
it and into the room beyond. 

It was a large central chamber, brightly lit with torches. There were rich tapestries hanging on the walls 
and thick carpets on the stone floor. There were long, low tables and couches placed around the 
perimeter of the room and there was a large group of about thirty young women facing them. They were 
all dressed in short chitons and sandals laced up to their knees. Their hair was worn long and pulled 
back, fastened by clasps at the nape of the neck. Each of them held a bow drawn back with an arrow 
nocked and ready to fly. Confronted with this sight, even Hercules was brought up short. 

"Is this how you greet all your visitors?" demanded Jason, slowly coming forward with his hands held at 
his sides. "What have we done to be so rudely treated? Who are you? Why have our weapons been 
taken? And where are all your men?" 

"Our men are gone," said a young woman, coming out from behind the others. She alone carried no 
weapons. "I am Hypsipyle, Queen of Lemnos. Our men have all gone off to war and women left alone 
are vulnerable. We feared an attack by our enemies or by pirates, so we made preparations to protect 
ourselves. We did not know of your intentions. Which of you is Jason?" 

"I am Jason, King of Iolchos." 

"I ask you to forgive us, Jason," said Queen Hypsipyle. "It appears we acted hastily and misjudged you 
and your friends." She turned to the other women. "Put down your bows and make these strangers 
welcome." 

"Where is Atalanta?" Delaney said. 

"It is she who has convinced me that you came in peace," said Hypsipyle. "If you will follow me, I will 
take you to her." 

She led Steiger and Delaney down one of several corridors branching off from the main chamber. They 
passed a number of women heading the other way, carrying trays of food. All were young and beautiful 
and very fit. She stopped before a door and beckoned them inside. It was a bath chamber, filled with 
steam and fragrant smells from the scented water and the burning braziers. The tiled sunken bath filled 
most of the room and Andre sat within it, being bathed by two beautiful young women. 

"Do you believe this?" Delaney asked, speaking in English. "We get chained and thrown into a cold cell 
while Cleopatra here gets the red carpet treatment." 

"Apparently there are some advantages to being a woman around here," Andre said. "Come on in and 
get your backs scrubbed." 

"You don't have to ask me twice," said Delaney, shucking his chiton and sandals. He got in and one of 
the women smilingly moved over and began to scrub him gently with a soft-cloth. 

Steiger sat down cross-legged on the floor. "Would it be too much trouble to ask just what in hell is 
happening here?" 


Delaney reclined into the woman's arms and sighed. "Right this minute, I'm in no particular hurry to find 
out." 
A woman bent down over Steiger and smiled, gesturing toward the bath, but he shook his head. 
"I could force myself to stay here for a while," Delaney said, grinning. 


Steiger frowned. "What did you tell Queen What's-her-name?" 
"Hypsipyle," Andre said. "She thought I was being kept by the crew against my will, sort of a ship's 
concubine. I told her I was part of the crew, voluntarily, and we were on a voyage to Colchis to bring 
back the golden fleece. She thought the Argonauts were pirates. She seems to have a tendency to think 
the worst of men." 


"Have you seen any men here at all?" said Steiger. 
"Not a one. No old people or children, either." 
"How did Hypsipyle account for that?" 
"She said the men were away at war and the children were being kept with the old people on another 


part of the island, for their protection." 
"And none of the men stayed behind to provide this protection?" 
"The women seem quite capable of looking after themselves," said Andre, "which makes me wonder why 


none of them went to war with the men. I spent more time answering questions that asking them. 
Hypsipyle said you were all being kept in another part of the palace until she could determine whether or 
not you were a threat. I wasn't sure of my ground, so I didn't want to press her. Apparently, she's 
decided we're welcome to stay, so long as our stay is brief. Her story is obviously thin, but it matches the 
events of the myth." 

"I know and I don't buy it." 
"You sure you don't want a scrub?" Delaney asked. 
"Delaney, doesn't any of this seem a little unusual to you?" 
"Sure. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself while I think about it. I do my best thinking when I'm 


relaxed." He looked up at the woman in whose arms he reclined and smiled. "And this sure is relaxing." 
Steiger spoke to her in Greek. "Where are all the old people? Where are the children?" 
She smiled at him vacuously and shook her head, as if she didn't understand. She beckoned him into the 


tub. 
"No thanks. I'm old enough to wash myself." He got to his feet and switched back to English. "We're 


obviously not going to get anything out of them. I'm going to take a look around. Something about this 
mission has to start making sense, sooner or later." 
"I thought he said he didn't get tense," said Delaney, after Steiger had left. 
"He's right, you know," said Andre. "There's something very peculiar about these women. With the 


exception of Hypsipyle, they all seem stunted in their development. Childlike. It's as if they were all 
stamped out of the same mold. They're all young and beautiful, yet somehow asexual." 


Delaney reached out and touched the naked breast of the woman bathing him. She made no response. 
"You think maybe they're just not interested in men?" he said. 

Delaney reached out and touched the naked breast of the woman bathing him. She made no response. 
"You think maybe they're just not interested in men?" he said. 

"Interesting," said Delaney, looking thoughtful. "No men, no children and apparently no one over the age 
of twenty-five. They're all young, all beautiful, and they all act somehow retarded, except in direct 
response to Hypsipyle. And they only seem capable of limited reactions." 

As if in play, Delaney threw his arms around one of the women, then suddenly bit down hard on the flesh 
of her upper arm. 

"Finn!" Andre shouted, shocked by his action. 

The woman merely looked puzzled. 

"That should have made her scream," said Andre. 

Delaney pushed the woman away and got out of the bath. "It should have, only androids don't feel pain." 

"Androids!" 

"Come on. We'd better go find Creed." 

Steiger pressed himself against the wall and waited until the women passed by, then turned the corner. 
He heard the sounds of music and male laughter from the direction of the main chamber. The women had 
been carrying trays of food. The Argonauts were being royally entertained. He ran quickly down the 
length of the corridor until he came to a flight of steps leading down. He listened for a moment, then 
slowly started down the stairs. 

The stone steps led down to a landing, then turned at a right angle and continued down to a floor below 
ground level. He went down and paused at the end of the stairs. To his left was a large wooden door 
before which stood two women armed with spears. One of them saw him and immediately came 
forward, spear held crosswise in front of her. 

"I'm sorry," Steiger said in Greek, "I seem to have become lost. I saw my friends coming in this direction 
and I was trying to find them." 

The woman made no other response save pointing in the direction from which he had come, her face 
expressionless. 

The other woman remained near the door, watching them. 

"You don't seem to understand," said Steiger. "They came this way, I'm sure of it. They were with the 
queen." 

The woman pointed again, more emphatically. 

"What's behind that door?" 


She came closer, as if to push him back with her body, still pointing back toward the stairs. 

She came closer, as if to push him back with her body, still pointing back toward the stairs. 

He ducked quickly and the spear thrown by the other woman passed inches over his head and fell 
clattering on the stairs behind him. The woman whose spear he had taken grabbed at it, attempting to 
wrestle it away from him. Steiger twisted to one side and used her strength and momentum to throw her 
off her feet. The other woman came at him quickly and Steiger held the spear toward her, point first, but 
she didn't even slow down. Only by jerking the spear away at the last moment did Steiger prevent her 
from impaling herself on its point. 

"Are you crazy? What-" 

She was on him and he had to toss the spear behind him to grapple with her. Then her companion joined 
the fray and Steiger quickly found his hands full. He used a judo throw to flip the first one away from him, 
then grasped the arm of the second and pivoted, turning her around in front of him and forcing her hand 
up behind her back in an armlock. She continued struggling and Steiger increased the pressure. It seemed 
to have no effect. He kept up the pressure, turning her to keep her body between himself and the second 
woman, who had recovered from his throw and was trying to get at him. Neither of them made a sound 
as they fought. 

Steiger suddenly heard a snapping sound and felt a looseness in the woman's arm. He had broken it and 
she did not even cry out. He pushed her away and they both came back at him. One of them held a 
dagger. He had no choice but to stop holding back. He executed a spinning wheel kick and sent the knife 
flying out of her grasp. She went after it and her companion, now also armed with a blade, came at him. 
He trapped her wrist, spun backwards into her body and delivered a hard elbow strike into her solar 
plexus. It should have taken all the fight out of her, but she merely sagged, struggling for breath, while the 
other woman launched herself at him. 

He blocked the knife thrust and delivered a punishing hammer-first blow to the bridge of her nose, 
breaking it. Blood spurted, but again there was no outcry and the woman kept at him. He smashed a 
blow into her midsection, knocking the wind out of her, but as she bent over, fighting for breath, her 
companion was already regaining hers and preparing to rush at him again. 

"All right, ladies," Steiger said, breathing hard himself. "From here on in, it's hardball." 

As the woman launched herself at him, Steiger's foot arced up in a powerful sidekick and caught her in 
the throat, smashing the trachea. Blood gushed from her mouth, but she still came at him for several steps 
before she fell, gargling hideously. Behind them, the heavy wooden door opened and a hooded figure 
came out. The moment he saw what was happening, he bolted back inside and slammed the door shut. 
Almost fatally distracted, Steiger twisted at the last moment and his breath hissed out in pain as the 
dagger slashed along his side. He smashed his elbow into the woman's temple, then drove a hard right 
into her stomach, doubling her over, and brought the edge of his hand down hard upon the back of her 
neck, breaking it. She fell to the floor, motionless. 

Steiger was at the door in an instant, tugging on it, but it was bolted from inside. He quickly turned and 
picked up one of the long daggers, jamming it into the narrow gap between the door and the wall, 
working the blade in and up against the crossbar on the other side. He felt it lift and he pulled back on the 
door, opening it wide. 

Behind the door was a small, rectangular room with stone walls and a stone floor. Illumination was 
provided by two torches set into the walls. There was no sign of the hooded figure. Pushed against the 


walls were several crudely made, low wooden tables upon which the nude bodies of beautiful young 
women were stacked like cordwood. 

walls were several crudely made, low wooden tables upon which the nude bodies of beautiful young 
women were stacked like cordwood. 

"Creed," said Andre, "we found out something about these women. They're all-" 

"Androids," said Steiger. 

Delaney stared at him. "How did you know?" 

"I just had a nasty tussle with a couple of them in the cellar. They're dead, if that's the proper term. 
There's a whole roomful of inactive androids down there, stacked up in piles. Run numbers tattooed on 
the backs of their inner thighs, where you wouldn't notice them unless you were a lot closer than you 
should be. And our hooded friend was down there, as well. He got a good look at me while I was 
fighting with the android guards stationed in front of that storage room. He ducked back into the room 
and by the time I got in there, he was gone. The only way he could have gotten out without my seeing him 
was through a secret passage or by clocking out." 

"You were right," said Delaney. "This changes everything. They're onto us for sure." 

"It still doesn't explain the centaur, though," said Andre. "There's no way an android could have gotten by 
that examination, no matter how sophisticated it was." 

"There's no time to think about that now," said Delaney. "We've got to get out of here and fast." 

"Good luck convincing the Argonauts to leave," said Andre. "They're having a high old time, enjoying the 
feast and watching the dancing girls. We've got a problem." 

"Let's not panic," Steiger said. "They may not find the bodies right away. I stripped them down and piled 
them on top of the others. And unless our hooded friend gets to Hypsipyle, she's going to be busy with 
the entertainment for a while. My guess is that she's probably human. If we can get her alone, maybe we 
can get some answers. Let's go back to the feast before she sends someone to the bath looking for us." 

"What happens if our hooded friend clocks back with reinforcements?" asked Delaney. 

"We'll burn that bridge when we get to it. We've probably been blown right from the beginning. I'd like to 
know why nobody's come after us yet." 

"It does look as if we're following a script," said Andre. "Only what is the script?" 

"Nothing to do but follow it and see," said Steiger. "Maybe if we improvise some changes, we'll force 
their hand." 


"What bothers me is why," said Delaney. "It just doesn't make any sense. It almost looks as if they're 
trying to create some sort of a disruption in their own timeline!" 

"What bothers me is why," said Delaney. "It just doesn't make any sense. It almost looks as if they're 
trying to create some sort of a disruption in their own timeline!" 

"What do you mean?" asked Andre. 

"Maybe the convergence effect has caused a disruption in their history that they're attempting to adjust," 
said Steiger. "We've apparently become involved in some sort of complex plot and I find it hard to 
believe that all this was staged expressly for our benefit. I can't think of a reason for it. What if we've 
accidentally stumbled into one of their temporal adjustments?" 

"It would explain a lot," said Delaney. "If that's the case, then it increases our chances of creating a 
significant disruption in their timeline. All we have to do is sabotage their adjustment." 

"It also increases the risk," said Andre. "We'd have to know what their plan was before we could 
interfere," said Steiger. "Otherwise, we just might wind up accomplishing their mission for them. Besides, 
we could be wrong. We simply don't have enough information. The hooded man seems to be the key. 
He keeps turning up at all the right places. If we could only get our hands on him..." 

"So what's our next move?" said Andre. "Do we try to interrogate Hypsipyle?" 

"If we get the chance," said Steiger, "but it would be very risky. This whole thing is liable to blow up on 
us at any time, the moment those two androids I put down are discovered. No, unless we get a clear 
shot, I don't think we should chance it. They're going through this charade with the Argonauts for a 
reason. I say we change the game plan on them. We've got to get the Argonauts to leave. At least it will 
buy us time." 

"Only how do we break up the party?" asked Andre. 

Delaney snapped his fingers. "Hercules!" 

"What?" 

"Why not use the myth to our advantage?" Delaney said. "According to the story, Hercules became 
outraged that the Argonauts were carrying on with women when they had a mission to accomplish. You 
saw what he was like when his temper was aroused." 

"Yeah, I saw," said Steiger. "And it makes me wonder. That kind of strength is more than a little inhuman, 
wouldn't you say?" 

Andre shut her eyes. "I don't want to know about it," she said, wearily. "Hercules an android, too? This is 
insane." 

"Before our paranoia completely runs away with us," Delaney said, "remember there have been lots of 
documented cases of strongmen capable of breaking chains and bending iron. Hercules may be 
unbelievably strong, but he seems human enough to me. Besides, I've never heard of an android that 
stutters. And he loses his stutter when he's angry, like some people who stutter lose it when they're 
singing or otherwise preoccupied. That's a purely human characteristic." 

"All right, you've got a point," said Steiger, "but I'm not taking anything at face value anymore. Whichever 
way it goes, we can always scrub the mission and clock out. But I want to get to the bottom of this 
somehow." 


"I think we're all agreed on that," said Andre. 
"Okay, then. Let's see what we can do to get the Argonauts moving before all hell breaks loose." 
"Too late," said Delaney. 
Hypsipyle was walking swiftly down the corridor in the vanguard of about twenty android Amazons. On 


seeing them, she pointed and shouted, "There they are! Seize them!" 
As the androids started forward, Delaney charged unexpectedly. He ploughed into them, moving fast and 
low. In the narrow corridor, there was no room for them to spread out and he bowled several over, 


pushing past the others to grab at Hypsipyle and spin her around in front of him, his arm across her throat 
applying pressure. 
"Call them off or I'll break your neck," he said. 
"Stay where you are!" said Hypsipyle, her voice cracking slightly. The androids froze where they stood, 


looking at her expressionlessly. 
"All right," said Delaney, "now you tell them to head back to the main chamber and we'll follow. If any of 
them makes a move against us, I'll start breaking things in this lovely body." She did as she was told and 
the androids filed past Delaney. They all went into the main chamber, where the party had almost 
completely broken up. The music had stopped and there was no more revelry and dancing. About half 
the Argonauts were passed out on the floor, the others were slumping in a stupor, on the verge of 

unconsciousness. Steiger ran over to Hercules, who sat with his back against a wall, shaking his head 
slowly and trying to focus his gaze. 
"Hercules! Hercules, come on, wake up!" He slapped the strongman several times, then checked his 


eyes. "They've all been drugged!" 
The androids in the room all stared at Hypsipyle, as if awaiting instructions. None of them spoke. 
"What have you done to them?" said Delaney, squeezing her throat. 
She coughed and gasped for breath. "If you harm me, none of you will leave here alive." 
"Perhaps," said Delaney. "And perhaps with you dead, none of them will know what to do. It's not as if 


they're living, reasoning beings, is it?" 
"I-I do not understand." 
"I think you do. Now answer my question." 
"There-there was a potent sleeping draught mixed into their wine," she said. 
"Why?" 
She did not answer and he squeezed harder, blocking off the flow of blood to her brain just long enough 


to bring her to the brink of unconsciousness. 


"Why?" 

She gasped and coughed. "I do not know. I swear it! I merely did as I was told." 
"Told? By whom?" 


"By-by Hermes." 
"Hermes?" said Steiger. 
"The messenger of the gods. He who hides his face so that mortals may not look upon it." 
"Sound familiar?" Andre said. 
"Tell them to bring all our weapons here," said Delaney. "Do precisely as I say and we'll let you go 


unharmed. Otherwise-" 
"I-I will tell them." 
She directed the androids to return the weapons of the Argonauts and they silently moved to follow her 


orders. 
"You think maybe she really doesn't know?" said Andre. 
"I don't know," said Delaney. "It's possible. The truth now," he said to Hypsipyle. "There are no men 


here, are there?" 
She shook her head. 
"And no children? No old people?" 
She shook her head again. 
"Of course," said Delaney. "No one grows old here, do they?" 
Hypsipyle burst into tears. "I was promised! I was promised that I, too, would never age! I was 


promised that if I took care of them I would be their queen and live forever!" 
"She may be a terrific actress, Finn," said Andre, "but I believe her. Look at her. She's terrified." 
Steiger looked at her closely and nodded. "She's coming down with the cold sweats, all right.'' 
"What are you saying? I do not understand you!" 
Delaney switched back to Greek. "What happened to the women in the cellar?" 
"They broke faith with the gods and their immortality was taken from them. They suffered for their lack of 


faith, as you too shall suffer!" 
"Perhaps we shall," said Delaney. "Now listen carefully, your life depends upon it. I want you to tell them 


to pick up our weapons, and the Argonauts, and carry them all back to our ship. We'll be watching 
closely, so don't try any tricks. Tell them." 
It was a strange procession through the woods to the shore of Lemnos, androids carrying weapons 


followed by others carrying the limp bodies of the Argonauts, with the temporal agents and Queen 


Hypsipyle bringing up the rear, Creed and Andre supporting a groggy, semi-conscious Hercules between 


them. They came out of the woods and saw the Argo riding gracefully at anchor just offshore. Delaney 


hailed the ship. 

"Telamon! Argus!" 

There was no response. 


He called again. "Oileus! Idmon! Mopsus!" 

He called again. "Oileus! Idmon! Mopsus!" 

"What happened to them?" Delaney said, tightening his arm around Hypsipyle's throat. "Where are they?" 

"Still aboard your ship," she said, weakly. Delaney could feel her trembling. "No doubt asleep by now. 
Wine was brought to them with a message from Jason, saying that you were all being feasted generously 
and promising to send men back to take their place so that they could come ashore and partake as well. 
Meanwhile, here was wine for them." 

"Very clever. I hope you're telling the truth. Andre, go out to the ship and make ready to sail. And you, 
Your Highness, tell your subjects to take the weapons and the men and put them aboard our ship. 
Remember, at the first sign of trickery, I'll wring your neck." 

Delaney and Steiger watched carefully as the androids carried the weapons and the unconscious 
Argonauts out to the ship and Andre helped lift them aboard. 

"All right, Creed, go on out." 

Steiger nodded. "I'll signal when we're ready to cast off. Watch yourself." 

"You will die for this," said Hypsipyle. "You cannot defy the gods! You cannot escape their vengeance!" 

"Shut up, Your Majesty." 

She gasped for breath and coughed again as Delaney applied pressure to her throat and then released it. 
Steiger soon gave his signal from the ship and when the last android had waded back ashore, Delaney 
ordered Hypsipyle to send them back to the palace. After the last one was out of sight, he shoved her 
forward hard and she fell sprawling on the beach. 

"Go back to your subjects," he said and turned to wade out to the ship. 

Hypsipyle scrambled to her feet and started running toward the woods. "Come back!" she screamed at 
the top of her lungs. "Come back! Kill them! Kill them all!" 

"Goddamn you-" Delaney started splashing out toward the ship as fast as the water would allow him. He 
was about halfway out when they came running out of the woods, sprinting down the beach. 

"Cast off!" he shouted. "Cast off!" 

He saw the anchor being hauled up and the sail being raised and he dived forward into the shallow water 
and started swimming furiously. The large sail luffed and then filled as Steiger turned the Argo into the 
wind. The ship began to move. Andre shouted at him to hurry and threw a rope over the side. He pulled 
himself aboard and glanced back. The androids were halfway out to the ship. On deck, the Argonauts all 
lay sprawled, unconscious. Hercules was snoring. 

"It might get a bit sticky," Steiger called to them from the tiller. 

Finn and Andre both grabbed swords from the pile of weapons. The wind was not strong and the ship 
moved slowly in the bay. With a spray of water, one of the androids leaped up out of the bay like a 
porpoise and grasped the side. Andre hit it in the face with the flat of her sword and the android fell 
back. Two more climbed up over the side and Delaney kicked one off and ran the other through. The 
ship was moving more quickly now, leaving the shallow water. Some of the androids were being left 


behind, but that still left others who had been in the forefront swimming beside the ship and trying to climb 
on board. Delaney grabbed one of the oars and swept several of them off deck while Andre was kept 
busy knocking them off with her sword. And then they were all falling behind as the ship outdistanced 
them, picking up speed and heading out to sea. From the shore, they could barely hear Hypsipyle 
screaming after them. 

behind, but that still left others who had been in the forefront swimming beside the ship and trying to climb 
on board. Delaney grabbed one of the oars and swept several of them off deck while Andre was kept 
busy knocking them off with her sword. And then they were all falling behind as the ship outdistanced 
them, picking up speed and heading out to sea. From the shore, they could barely hear Hypsipyle 
screaming after them. 
" 
"What, you tired?" Steiger shouted, from the steersman's post. "Who's going to trim the sail?" 
Delaney shot him an obscene gesture. 
"What do we tell these sleeping beauties when they wake up?" asked Andre, looking down at the 


senseless Greeks. 
"Why don't we tell them what a great time we all had?" said Delaney. 
Andre grimaced. "They're liable not to remember it." 
"So? You think that'll be a problem?" 
"Won't it?" 
Delaney shook his head. "I doubt it. I've yet to meet a Greek who would admit he couldn't hold his 


liquor." 


6 


When the Argonauts awoke, aided by buckets of seawater poured over them, they were surprised to 
find that they were back aboard the ship. As their hangovers subsided, their departure hastened by the 
brisk sea air, the Argonauts spoke of the beautiful women of Lemnos and the wonderful adventure they 
had, each of them embellishing upon imaginary amorous exploits. Not one of them would admit to any 
lapse of memory, although a few of them did confess that drink had dulled their senses slightly. 

They even "remembered" how they had staggered back to the ship and set sail, setting course for Thrace. 
That they had been able to accomplish this while drunk convinced them of their natural ability as sailors. 
Finn Delaney chose not to disabuse them of this notion. Ahead of them still lay the Sea of Marmora and 
the Euxine Sea, which would one day be known as the Black Sea. He felt they'd learn the true extent of 
their sailing abilities soon enough. 

The winds were fair and Tiphys took the tiller while Orpheus led the Argonauts in an improvised song 
about themselves, the chorus of which was the refrain, "The Argonauts are we; men of the open sea." 

"Pray for fair weather," Delaney said to Steiger. 

"Storms are among the least of my worries," Steiger said as the Argonauts bellowed the chorus of their 
self-glorifying song. "I just wish Hypsipyle had given us some answers." 

"I really don't think she could have," said Delaney. "Her terror seemed genuine. I don't believe she knew 


those women weren't human beings." 

those women weren't human beings." 

"It has to add up somehow," said Delaney. "On one hand, the events-or the orchestration of events-are 
following those of our myth very closely. On the other hand, they seem to be aiming for a totally different 
result. And they're taking a lot of risks to do it. I can't understand it, either. How do we know what to 
do? Or what not to do?" 

"I don't know," said Steiger. "They have to know about us, yet they haven't made any serious effort to 
knock us out of the picture. It's as if they want us with the Argonauts." 

"If your theory is right that we've stumbled into one of their temporal adjustments, then there has to be a 
key moment in the scenario that's crucial. Maybe that's what they're saving us for." 

Steiger nodded. "Maybe. But we're still only guessing." 

"I keep thinking about those androids," said Delaney. "By the standards of our artificial intelligence 
technology, they were relatively unsophisticated. That doesn't fit in with the centaur. If the centaur was an 
android too, then it's so advanced that none of our tests revealed it for what it was. And if it was 
genetically engineered, then that indicates a level of technology that should have enabled them to build 
better androids. If they were capable of such sophisticated technology, why didn't they follow through 
with it on Lemnos?" 

Steiger swore through clenched teeth. "There has to be something we're overlooking. I've never been in a 
temporal scenario that was so damned inconsistent." 

"You've never been in another universe, either," said Delaney. 

"So what are you saying, that this universe isn't logical? I don't buy that. There has to be a logical 
framework to all of this. It's got to be there. We're just not seeing it." 

The wind picked up and the Argonauts shipped their oars as the lateen sail filled and the Argo began 
making good headway in the blow. They sailed past Samothrace through the Hellespont and into the Sea 
of Marmora, the spray soaking them all thoroughly as the bow of the ship rose and fell crashing into the 
waves. Not a few of the "men of the open sea" wound up hanging over the side, contributing to the 
volume of the water. By the end of the day, the winds died down and they were rowing along the Mysian 
coast. 

They had failed to properly provision the ship at Lemnos and stores were running dangerously low. As 
they dropped anchor and waded ashore, a large group of people came running down to greet them. It 
was a friendly reception by the Dalions, ruled by King Cyzicus, and the Argonauts were invited to the 
palace by emissaries of the king. When they arrived, they found a feast being prepared in their honor. 
King Cyzicus greeted them warmly, offering to provision their ship with food, water and wine as well as 
clothing to replace their worn and soiled garments. 

It was clear that the Dalions were not a wealthy people, but they spared nothing in making the Argonauts 
feel welcome. During the feast, musicians played and a wrestling exhibition was staged. Young women 
came out to dance for them and children brought them garlands of flowers. 


"We are grateful for this kind reception," Jason told the king. "When we return, we shall sing the praises 
of Dalion hospitality and of the goodness of King Cyzicus. Would that we could somehow repay your 
kindness." 

"We are grateful for this kind reception," Jason told the king. "When we return, we shall sing the praises 
of Dalion hospitality and of the goodness of King Cyzicus. Would that we could somehow repay your 
kindness." 

"Fear not, Cyzicus," said Theseus. "If you have enemies who prey upon you, you have but to name them 
and they are vanquished." 

"This is one enemy that will not be vanquished easily," said Cyzicus, "if, indeed, they can be vanquished at 
all." 

"What manner of men are these fearsome foes?" asked Jason. 

"These are not men, but giants," Cyzicus said. "Each of them possesses not two arms, but six. And in the 
hand of each arm is held a heavy wooden club that with one blow can crush a skull or break all of a 
man's ribs. They descend upon us from the hills and seize our harvests and our livestock. There is nothing 
we can do to stop them. Our bravest men have fallen to them and our fairest women have been carried 
off." 

"Be they men with two arms or giants with six," said Jason, "I was not taught to refuse help to those in 
need of it, nor is it in my blood to flee from danger. You have welcomed us and treated us as honored 
guests. You have acted honorably and we can do no less. What say you men? Shall we give these 
six-armed titans a foe worthy of doing battle with them?" 

"Just how big are these giants, anyway?" Delaney said, but his question was lost in the cheer given by the 
others. 

The Argonauts gathered up their weapons and followed Cyzicus outside, where they were joined by a 
group of soldiers who led them to the stables. Within a short time, they were mounted and riding toward 
the hills. The three temporal agents hung back at the rear so they could talk without being overheard. 

"Six-armed giants?" Andre said. 

"I know what you're thinking," said Delaney. "I'm thinking the same thing." 

"First Amazons, now six-armed giants?" Steiger said. "What in God's name is going on here? What are 
these people doing, clocking androids back here by the dozens?" 

"Why would androids carry off their women?" said Delaney. 

"It almost seems as if they studied the events and creatures of our Greek mythology and are trying to 
duplicate them," Andre said. 

Steiger stared at her. "That's a hell of an idea," he said. 

"Let's run with it for a minute," said Delaney. "The Argonautica of Apollonius is supposedly based on 
actual historical events which became mythologized over the years. The situation here seems .similar. 
Let's assume we're confronted with an attempt to recreate those mythical events and make them real. 
Why?" 

"Is it possible they could be trying to redirect the flow of their own history for some specific purpose?" 


Andre said. 

Andre said. 

"We keep coming back to square one," said Steiger. "No matter what kind of explanation we come up 
with, nothing about this scenario seems to fit together. We're not getting anywhere." 

"We're getting closer to Colchis," Andre said. "If events continue to progress according to the myth, then 
that has to be the focal point of this scenario." 

"Then why use androids to try to stop the Argonauts at Lemnos?" asked Delaney. 

"It leads nowhere again," said Steiger. "Every hypothetical scenario we put together falls apart from 
inconsistencies." 

"Maybe that's where we're going wrong," said Andre. "We keep trying to come up with rational 
explanations." 

"Meaning there's an irrational one?" said Steiger. "We're back to the supernatural again? It's going to take 
a lot of convincing to get me to buy that." 

"If the answer keeps coming out incorrect, something has to be wrong with the equation," Andre said. 

"So let's take another look at the equation," said Delaney. "Let's go back to the beginning and take it one 
step at a time. A number of factors seem to indicate that the people from the future of this timeline are 
attempting to construct a temporal scenario based upon the voyage of the Argonauts. We have the 
centaur and the incident at Delphi, plus the hooded man who keeps turning up everywhere. He may be 
with us on the voyage, posing as one of the Argonauts or there may be other explanations for his sudden 
appearances and disappearances, as well as for the centaur and what we saw at Delphi, but the androids 
at Lemnos can't be explained away. We're assuming our cover has been blown. We can't get rid of our 
warp discs. Our only alternative is to abort the mission and run if they close in. Only they haven't closed 
in. Why? Because they've made that choice or because they haven't had an opportunity?" 

"They've had plenty of opportunities," said Steiger. '"Have they? I'm not so sure. Maybe we're making 
some incorrect assumptions. Let's take the centaur first. What are the odds of a creature like that having 
evolved naturally?" 

"I should think it would require a radically different evolutionary process in this universe," said Steiger, 
"involving significantly different life forms. Nothing we've seen so far supports that. If the centaur didn't 
evolve naturally, then that leaves us with either magic or some sort of genetic engineering, including the 
possibility of android technology advanced beyond our level. The think-tank boys in Archives Section 
considered the possibility of magic based on prior intelligence that certain physical laws in this universe 
may be different from ours. But we've seen no real evidence of that. Until we do, I'm going to look for 
rational explanations. So the only rational explanation possible is that the centaur is an artificially created 
being. The hooded man is linked with both the centaur and the androids, which supports that theory. The 
centaur is considerably more sophisticated than the android women, so it's either a more advanced model 
or a genetically engineered creature." 

"But that still leaves us with several elements that don't seem to fit together," said Andre. "If the centaur 
was sent through the confluence to draw us in, then for what purpose? So they could capture us and 
wring us dry? They could have done that before we ever got to Iolchos or at any time during the 
construction of the Argo. Did they intend to use us as part of their scenario? Again, why? Why not use 


their own people? Why risk our disrupting their timeline? And if they wanted us alive to use us, why did 
Hypsipyle order the androids to kill us? And why would they be careless enough to let us discover that 
the Lemnos women were androids in the first place?" 

their own people? Why risk our disrupting their timeline? And if they wanted us alive to use us, why did 
Hypsipyle order the androids to kill us? And why would they be careless enough to let us discover that 
the Lemnos women were androids in the first place?" 

He looked at Steiger. "Remember when you followed the hooded man in Iolchos and someone jumped 
you? If there was no reason for anyone to suspect we were anything but what we appeared to be, the 
logical assumption for them to make was that you were following the hooded man to find out who Jason's 
secret benefactors were. It never occurred to them that you might be a temporal agent from another 
timeline, so it never occurred to them to check you for a warp disc. If we work from that assumption, 
then that means our cover was still safe at that point. It would explain why they never moved against us 
while we were unconscious in the cell at Lemnos. They didn't know who we really were. The only other 
time when our cover might have been blown occurred when the hooded man saw you fight those two 
androids. I'm sure that even in this universe, ancient Greeks never used combat karate. But could that 
have tipped him off? You said he pulled a fast disappearing act. Could he have put it all together so 
quickly? He saw you using modern fighting techniques, but it's still a long jump to make from realizing that 
to concluding you were from another timeline." 

Steiger nodded. "He could have checked with someone and reported what he saw, asked if anyone 
knew what the hell was going on. They may have problems of their own we know nothing about." 

"And meanwhile," said Delaney, "we were getting the hell put of there and in the process, I didn't exactly 
treat Hypsipyle in a very queenly manner. If she wasn't part of their adjustment team, but just a local they 
were using, then she obviously wouldn't have been fully briefed. So she lost her temper and ordered the 
androids to kill us on her own. It's possible they never meant to kill the Argonauts." 

Steiger expelled a heavy breath. "So that means I'm the one who blew our cover. Great. Some pro I 
turned out to be." 

"You couldn't have known the hooded man would be there," said Delaney. "What's more, you weren't 
exactly in a position to make lots of choices." 

"There's still a chance we haven't been found out," Andre said. "At least, not all the way. If the hooded 
man is one of the Argonauts, he knows the three of us are together, but he may not have had enough time 
to make his report." 

"It's possible," said Steiger, "but he could have clocked ahead, made his report, then clocked back." 

"Maybe not," said Andre. "You said he got out of there in one hell of a hurry. He would have had to 
make several rather tricky temporal transitions. He had to cut it pretty close. All the Argonauts were 
accounted for when we got back to the main room of the palace." 

"It could explain why no one's made a move against us up 'til now," Delaney said. "But we're still left with 
some big problems. Until we know what their scenario is, we can't work against it effectively. The scope 
of it means they have to have a sizable team running this operation and we have no way of knowing who 
they are." 

"Well, at least we managed to come up with a rational explanation that accounts for all the 
inconsistencies," said Steiger. "I think we can put the Archives boys and their cockamamie theories about 


magic right where they belong. We've finally got a logical sequence of events to work with." 

magic right where they belong. We've finally got a logical sequence of events to work with." 

"What if all this is just. .. some sort of war game? What if they're on maneuvers?" 

"Maneuvers?" Steiger said. "What are you talking about?" 

"Andre just gave me a really wild idea-recreating the story of Jason and the Argonauts down to the last 
detail. Why would they want to take a myth based on a historical incident and run an operation that 
would turn the historical incident in to the myth itself?" 

"Whoa," said Steiger. "You've lost me." His horse came to a halt. "Not you," said Steiger, giving the 
horse a kick. "All right, now run this by me again?" 

"Considering what our situation is," Delaney said, "we have to examine every possibility, no matter how 
off-the-wall it may sound. I admit this one sounds pretty farfetched, but think about it. Maybe it won't 
seem quite so crazy. Remember what happened on our last mission in the Khyber. They discovered a 
confluence point and crossed over with a mission team to set up an operation. They mobilized the Pathan 
tribes and took advantage of an uprising to bring troops in. They had a good plan, but much of it 
depended on a great deal of improvisation in a timeline they were unfamiliar with. Remember how they 
controlled the Pathans?" 

"They played on their superstitions," Andre replied. "They posed as gods." 

"And the hooded man seems to be doing the same thing," Steiger said. 

"Exactly," said Delaney. "You said if they wanted to sabotage the voyage of the Argonauts, there were 
easier ways to do it. But suppose that isn't what they want? Suppose what they're actually doing is 
making sure their temporal continuity isn't disturbed while they conduct what is essentially a trial 
operation, maybe even two operations-a practice temporal adjustment under controlled conditions and a 
dress rehearsal for massive temporal disruption in our timeline?" 

"You're right," said Steiger. "It does sound crazy. It would mean risking temporal disruptions in their own 
timeline." 

"True," said Andre, "but would the interference be significant enough to endanger their temporal 
continuity? They've dropped the androids on a relatively remote island, where they remain. The Dalions, 
too, are isolated in a tiny kingdom, surrounded by high country. The centaur is on Mount Pelion, living in 
a cave-all relatively isolated locations in which they can control the variable factors. If they wanted to test 
their temporal adjustment capabilities under controlled conditions, they couldn't have made better 
choices. In our timeline, there's hardly any documentation of this period at all. Travel was severely limited 
and what communication there was took place on the most primitive levels. It would be a very simple 
matter for them to keep one step ahead of the Argonauts and clean up any problems after they've moved 
on. How great could the potential risks be?" 

"There would still be risks," Delaney said, "but if they're not as experienced with temporal adjustments as 
we are, it would be worthwhile taking them. We're at war and they need to develop strategy and train the 
troops." 

"And by using androids," Steiger said, "they'd be minimizing the danger to their personnel. They could 


also be testing out the feasibility of using androids in offensive operations directed against our timeline. 
Finn, maybe your idea's not so crazy, after all. Androids make great cannon fodder. They don't retreat 
and they fight 'til they drop. They could be experimenting with different types of androids-the women on 
Lemnos, the giants here, if that's what they are-" 

also be testing out the feasibility of using androids in offensive operations directed against our timeline. 
Finn, maybe your idea's not so crazy, after all. Androids make great cannon fodder. They don't retreat 
and they fight 'til they drop. They could be experimenting with different types of androids-the women on 
Lemnos, the giants here, if that's what they are-" 

The things were leaping down upon the Argonauts from the rocks above, screaming as they fell, 
knocking the riders from their horses. Andre wheeled her horse and avoided one, then managed to shake 
loose another that had landed on her horse behind her. Delaney was brought down, but he broke the 
creature's grip and slashed his sword across its face. It did not even cry out. A second blow with the 
sword split its skull and it fell. 

Several of the king's soldiers died in the initial assault, but none of the Argonauts had fallen. While they 
were at best barely adequate as sailors, in hand to hand combat, each was in his element. The few who 
were not warriors, such as Mopsus, Idmon and young Hylas, had stayed behind at the palace. Jason and 
Theseus stood back to back, laying about them with their swords. Hercules caught one of the giants on 
the fly, then dropped the creature on his knee, breaking its back. He unslung his bow, which no one but 
he could pull, and started to let loose his long war arrows. Each one found a mark. 

Only a killing blow would stop the giants. They didn't seem to feel lesser wounds at all. If one arm was 
cut off, the others would continue fighting. The battle raged as the sky darkened and visibility grew 
poorer. Hercules ran out of arrows and drew his sword, striking such powerful strokes that his 
opponents were cut cleanly in half. A club struck Andre's sword arm and it went numb from her hand up 
to her shoulder. As the giant struck again, she rolled, avoiding the blow, and came up with her sword 
held in her left hand, but a sword point ripped through the giant's chest as Orpheus ran it through from 
behind and the creature fell. 

The battle seemed to last for hours, but at the end, the Argonauts emerged victorious. When it was over, 
the ground was littered with the bodies of dead giants, as well as those of soldiers and several of the 
Argonauts. They had lost Euphemus, as well as Admetus, Pirithous, Menoetius, Zetes and Calais. Most 
of the surviving Argonauts were covered with blood, if not their own, then that of the giants. Tiphys had 
sustained the most severe injuries. Meleager had been knocked unconscious and King Cyzicus was 
dead, transfixed by an arrow shot by Hercules. It had struck its target with such force that it passed 
completely through the giant and penetrated the ruler of the Dalions. 

"Some maneuvers," Steiger said to Delaney as they stared down at the dead king. "If these are war 
games, friend, they're playing them for keeps." 

"I checked one of the bodies to see if the giants had any run numbers tattooed on them, like the Lemnos 
women did," said Andre. 

"And?" 

"I couldn't find any." 

"That doesn't prove they weren't androids," Steiger said. 


"True," said Andre. "But it also doesn't prove they were." 

7 


They accompanied a party of Dalions into the hills the next day and returned to the scene of the battle. 
The Dalions surmised that the surviving giants had carried off their dead, because there were no corpses 
to be found. Shortly before nightfall, they found the caves where the giants had been living. There was no 
sign of the six-armed creatures, but there was evidence that the caves had been abandoned in a hurry. 
They did not discover any of the women whom the giants had carried off, but they discovered clothing 
that had belonged to them. They also discovered an item of clothing that seemed too large for a woman 
and too small for a giant. 

Steiger held up the hooded cloak. "You suppose it's just a coincidence?" he said, not sounding as if he 
believed it. 

"It could have belonged to anyone," Delaney said. 

"And it could also have been left behind on purpose," Andre said. 

"Somebody's playing cat and mouse with us," said Steiger grimly, "and I'm not in the mood for games." 

They returned to the town and attended the funeral for King Cyzicus, the soldiers who had died with him 
and their fellow Argonauts who fell in battle. In honor of the dead, the Dalions held games in which all 
their finest athletes participated. The day after the ceremonies, the Dalions provisioned the Argo, as 
Cyzicus had promised, and the Argonauts set sail once again. With Tiphys badly injured and feverish, 
Argus took the tiller as they rowed along the Mysian shore, past the mouth of the Rhindacus to the Bay 
of Arganthus. They sailed on through the Bosporous and as the day neared its end, they were 
approaching the Euxine Sea. 

Jason directed Argus to steer in toward a sheltered cove because a storm was brewing. On the heights 
above, they could see a structure with tall marble columns that looked like a temple. When they came 
ashore, they found a pathway leading up to it running alongside the cliff. The sky grew dark as they 
approached the structure and it began to thunder. Jagged lightning flashes lit up the sky. The rain came 
pelting down and they ran inside the temple to find shelter. It was dark inside the ruined edifice and it 
appeared to be deserted. 

"We will rest here for the night and wait out the storm," said Jason. "We cannot be far from the Euxine 
Sea. Once we leave the Bosporous, we can follow the coastline and it should bring us to Colchis." 

"I have an intuition that our journey shall not be an easy one," said Idmon, frowning. "And I also feel that 
we must leave this place at once." 

"Why?" said Theseus. "There is nothing here." 

From somewhere within the temple echoed a screeching sound. 

"What was that?" said Theseus. 


"It must have been the wind," said Argus. "This place is deserted." 
"Not quite deserted," Hylas said, pointing. A very old man in filthy robes was slowly coming toward them 


with a shambling gait, holding his arms out before him. His hair was long and gray, hanging to his 
shoulders. He looked emaciated. 
"Who is there?" he shouted. "Is someone there? I was certain I heard voices! Is anyone there?" 
"I am Jason, King of Iolchos and captain of the Argonauts. We did not mean to intrude upon your home, 


old man. We only came seeking shelter from the storm." 


The old man stopped and his arms fell to his sides. "There is someone," he said, with obvious relief. 
"Thank the gods. I thought surely I was going mad. Who spoke? Where are you?" 
"We stand before you, old man," Theseus said. "Can you not see?" 
"No, I cannot," he said in a quivering voice. "I am blind. I am poor, blind, cursed Phineus, once king of 


Bithynia, now no more than a half-mad penitent who lives in this cold, dreary abandoned place." 


"My apologies, King Phineus, for coming unbidden to your home," said Jason. "But why, if this place is 
so wretched, do you remain?" 
"Because I may not leave," said Phineus. "They will not let me." 
"Who will not let you?" Jason asked. "Who keeps you here?" 
"It is my penance to remain here and suffer for my sins," said the old man, as if he hadn't heard. "You will 


not remain. I know it. They will drive you from this place. It has been years since I have heard another 
human voice. How I have longed for it!" 

"He is mad," said Theseus. 
"He is starving," said Idmon. "Look at him. He is nothing but skin and bone. Reduced to such a state, 
what man would not go mad?" 


"Come closer, King Phineus," said Jason. "Come, we shall not harm you. Come and share our food." 
The old man licked his lips and took one step forward, then moved back again. "No! No, I dare not! 
They will not allow it! Perhaps, if I stay here, at a distance, they will not disturb you. Perhaps they will 


allow you to remain awhile, until the storm has cleared, and I can at least take pleasure in the sound of 
human voices. Perhaps, for just one night, for just one hour, they may give me peace." 
"Whom do you speak of?" Jason said. "Who is it that torments you so?" 
"Creatures of his poor, deluded mind, no doubt," said Argus. 
"Creatures!" cried Phineus. "Yes, they are creatures, my tormentors, but not creatures of my mind! 


Would that they were! Listen! Listen! Did you not hear the flapping of their wings?" 


Jason approached him. "There is no one, Phineus. Come, rest with us. You are hungry. We have enough 
to share." 
"No! Stay away!" 
Jason took his arm and the touch seemed to terrify the old blind king. He shrank from it, but Jason gently 



led him back to join the others, where they all sat upon the floor. 

led him back to join the others, where they all sat upon the floor. 

As Orpheus passed him a leather sack which contained some of their provisions, a piercing, inhuman 
shriek echoed throughout the temple. Something swooped down upon them with such speed they never 
even saw it clearly, feeling only the wind of its passage. The sack was plucked away from Orpheus and 
he fell back as whatever it was came out of its impossibly fast glide and flew above them. They heard the 
beating of great wings, like the sounds made by a sail luffing in the wind. 

Phineus let out a wail and covered his head with his hands as the Argonauts jumped to their feet. 

"By the gods!" swore Theseus. "What was that?" 

Hercules strung his bow and nocked an arrow. He stared into the gloom above, seeking a target. All was 
silent in the temple once again, save for the whimpering noises made by the old man. 

"Will they never cease?" he cried. "How long can a man live without food? They will not let me eat, nor 
sleep, nor leave this cursed place! They will see me starve to death in my wretched exile, an old blind 
king whose people had no further use for him!" 

"What manner of birds are these, Phineus?" asked Jason. "I have never heard tell of birds who tormented 
men in such a manner!" 

"Not birds, but harpies," Phineus said. "They are demons! They are the very Furies, themselves, sent by 
the gods to plague me for my sins!" 

"Hercules, behind you!" shouted Argus. 

They saw a huge, birdlike shape plummeting down out of the darkness. Even as Hercules spun around, it 
struck, clipping him with its wings and tearing the bow out of his grasp. They caught a quick glimpse of a 
large, avian body, about the size of a man's torso, with huge talons and a leathery wing-spread of at least 
twenty or thirty feet. 

They heard another feral cry and felt the rush of wind as huge wings passed overhead. Hercules cursed at 
the loss of his bow. Delaney brought up his own bow and let fly an arrow, but he missed and they heard 
it strike the ceiling. 

"Fast as hell for something that big," he said. 

"How many of them are there?" asked Jason. 

"I count at least three," said Theseus. 

They stood with weapons drawn, waiting for the next attack. It came quickly. They heard the whoosh of 
something moving with incredible speed and Andre cried out as talons sank into her shoulders, lifting her 
off the ground. She twisted in the creature's grasp as it bore her up and struck at it repeatedly with her 
sword. It screeched, a sound somewhere between a woman's scream and an eagle's cry and a moment 
later, a tangled shape fell out of the air and struck the floor of the temple with an audible impact. They 
rushed over and found Andre lying on top of the creature. Its body had cushioned her fall, but there were 
large bloody wounds in her shoulders where the hooked talons had pierced the skin and she was stunned 
from the shock of the impact. 


"Stay by me, boy," said Idmon, putting a protective arm around Hylas and glancing up fearfully. 

"Stay by me, boy," said Idmon, putting a protective arm around Hylas and glancing up fearfully. 

The harpy had the body of a giant hawk, with disproportionately large talons and huge, batlike, jointed 
wings. Its face was that of a woman, but a woman only superficially. The eyes were vulture's eyes, dull 
yellow and filmed, with a ridge of feathers where the eyebrows should have been. The jaw was outsized, 
hinged like a snake's, and two sharp, curving fangs protruded from the dead monster's open mouth. 

"Are you all right?" said Steiger. 

Andre gasped for breath and nodded her head. "I will be as soon as my heart stops fibrillating." She 
touched her shoulder and winced with pain. 

"Well, demons or not, we have downed one of them," said Theseus. "And I, for one, shall not rest until 
we have accounted for the others! Who attacks one of us attacks us all!" 

"Come on then!" Jason cried, his voice echoing off the temple walls. "Show yourselves! Let us see what 
you can do with men who are not old and blind and weak!" 

Steiger bent down over the body of the harpy, examining it carefully. It was bloody where Andre had 
hacked it with her sword. Steiger dipped his fingers in the blood and sniffed them. 

"Creon! Beware!" Hylas shouted. It came down like a dive bombing eagle, talons outstretched, 
swooping down on Steiger's exposed back. Hercules moved with amazing speed for such a large man 
and tackled it. His brawny arms wrapped themselves around the creature's torso and he would have 
brought it down but for the beating of its wings. It attempted to take flight, but Hercules sagged down, 
becoming dead weight and the creature was unable to lift his heavy bulk. It shrieked at him, its face 
darting forward to snap at him, its fangs striking for his throat. He reached out quickly and clamped his 
fingers around the harpy's throat, just below the jaw. With one hand, he kept the deadly fangs at bay, 
with the other, he held the creature fast as its wings beat at him and its talons raked his chest. 

"Hold it fast, Hercules!" cried Jason, running up with his sword held poised to strike. 

"Stay back!" shouted Hercules. "This beast is mine to deal with!" 

He forced the creature down, bending it back slowly over his knee and it struggled in vain against his 
awesome strength, keening wildly. Then they heard the crunch of its spine snapping and it went limp in his 
grasp. He dropped it and it fell to the floor with a soft thump. When he turned around, they saw his chest 
was scored with deep talon marks, as if someone had taken a sharp rake to him, yet he showed no sign 
that he was even aware of what had to be unbelievably painful wounds. 

"T-t-two dead," he said, in a perfectly conversational voice. "B-b-b-" 

"Bring on the third!" shouted Hylas. He laid a huge hand on the boy's head, grinned and tousled his hair. 

"Spread out," said Theseus. "Give it a chance to strike." They moved apart, crouching, holding their 
weapons ready. For several moments, nothing happened. They all stared up into the shadows, looking 
for any signs of movement. It came from an unexpected direction. The third harpy came in low, its wings 
tucked back, gliding only inches from the floor. It struck Orpheus and tumbled him to the ground, then 
Jason spun and hurled his dagger. It buried itself to the hilt in the creature's throat. The harpy skidded to 
the floor and died in convulsions at their feet with a grotesque, rasping gargle. "Well thrown," said 
Orpheus, picking himself up shakily. Jason bent down and retrieved his dagger. "Foul beast," he said. 


"They will trouble you no more, Phineus. We-" he stopped, frowning. "Where has he gone?" There was 
no sign of the old king. 

"They will trouble you no more, Phineus. We-" he stopped, frowning. "Where has he gone?" There was 
no sign of the old king. 

"Not very grateful of him, was it?" Theseus said. "Perhaps, but who can blame him?" said Jason. "A blind 
old man faced with monsters such as these, is it any wonder he took flight at his first chance? It is not as if 
he had deserted us. A blind man could not have helped us. He shall have troubles enough making his way 
in the world. Let us not think ill of him." 

"You are wounded, master," Hylas said to Hercules. "And you, my lady." He examined Andre's 
shoulder. "Does it pain you greatly?" 

"Chiron taught us how to heal wounds," said Jason. "Let us return to the ship. The rain has stopped and 
we would all doubtless sleep safer back aboard the Argo. There may be other such creatures about." 

"Did you see the old man leave?" Delaney said softly to Steiger. 

Steiger shook his head. 

"How could someone so frail and blind move so quickly?" said Delaney. "One minute he was there, 
weeping and wailing, the next he was gone and nobody saw him leave." 

"You want to stay behind and search the temple?" asked Steiger. 

"The others are already leaving," Delaney said, "and we should see to Andre's wounds. Besides, I'm 
willing to bet we wouldn't find a thing. Remember how there was no trace of the giants to be found after 
the battle?" 

"But in the legend, the harpies didn't die," said Steiger. "The Argonauts drove them away. If someone's 
recreating the events of our myth, they're not following the script exactly." 

"What did you make of that harpy you were looking at?" Delaney asked. "Another android?" 

"It had to be," said Steiger. "I can't bring myself to believe it was anything else. I can't accept that it could 
have evolved naturally and think what it would mean to create a life form like that in a bioscience lab. 
One creature, like the centaur, I might accept, but the giants and now these? Think of the cost, to say 
nothing of the time it would take for them to reach maturity. They had to be androids. But it was an 
incredible job. I wish to hell we could clock one back to the labs so the pathologists could have a look at 
it." 

"I wish to hell I knew what we've stumbled into," said Delaney. 

"Sooner or later, we'll find out," Steiger said, "and I have a feeling when we do, we're not going to like it 
one damn bit." 

"It will be interesting to see if the next event in the story takes place on schedule," said Delaney. 

"The Symplegades," Steiger said. "The Clashing Rocks at the north end of the Bosporous. The special 
effects might be a little hard to manage." 

"Just the same, I'll feel better when we've passed them," said Delaney. 


That night, Tiphys lost consciousness and never recovered, dying of the injuries he had sustained in their 
battle with the giants. They buried him ashore at dawn. Jason treated Andre's wounds and those of 
Hercules, who seemed to think it was all highly unnecessary and would have been content to continue 
disregarding them had Jason not insisted. To be on the safe side, Delaney gave Andre some antibiotics 
from their medikit hidden in his pouch. The talons of the harpy had not done any irreparable damage, but 
she would be in severe pain for a while, so she was excused from rowing. Hercules merely waved Jason 
away when it was suggested he should also abstain from rowing and give his wounds some time to heal. 
Jason seemed undecided about whether or not he should try ordering Hercules not to row, but Hylas 
settled the matter by pulling him aside gently and explaining in an apologetic manner. 

That night, Tiphys lost consciousness and never recovered, dying of the injuries he had sustained in their 
battle with the giants. They buried him ashore at dawn. Jason treated Andre's wounds and those of 
Hercules, who seemed to think it was all highly unnecessary and would have been content to continue 
disregarding them had Jason not insisted. To be on the safe side, Delaney gave Andre some antibiotics 
from their medikit hidden in his pouch. The talons of the harpy had not done any irreparable damage, but 
she would be in severe pain for a while, so she was excused from rowing. Hercules merely waved Jason 
away when it was suggested he should also abstain from rowing and give his wounds some time to heal. 
Jason seemed undecided about whether or not he should try ordering Hercules not to row, but Hylas 
settled the matter by pulling him aside gently and explaining in an apologetic manner. 

"Well, you know him best, Hylas," Jason said. He smiled and rested a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I will 
leave the welfare of the son of Zeus in your capable hands." 

As the ship set sail up the Bosporous, Hylas appointed himself nurse to Andre, as well. He rubbed some 
balm into her wounds that he said always worked wonders on his master and he changed her bandages, 
made from some of the spare clothing the Dalions had given them. He brought food to her and fresh 
water to drink. 

"How old are you, Hylas?" Andre asked. 

"Sixteen, my lady." 

"Indeed? You seem younger." 

"It is because I am so small. I am as nothing next to Hercules. I am not as small and weak as I once was, 
though. I have grown stronger from carrying my master's weapons and from trying to work with them. 
Hercules teaches me so that I might be an armorer one day. It seems it is not my fate to be a hero, like 
my master and the others." 

She smiled. "You admire Hercules very much, don't you?" 

"He is the greatest man alive!" 

"How long have you known him?" 

"Many years, my lady. Since I was but a child." 

"How did you meet?" 

"My parents were killed by bandits," Hylas said. "Hercules came and rescued me from them. With my 
parents dead, I had no one left. At first, Hercules told me I could stay with him until we found someone 
to take me in, but who would want another's child, one so small and frail that anyone could see he would 
be of little use, only another mouth to feed. When he saw that no one wanted me, Hercules said I could 
remain with him. He understood my feelings. It is because ..." Hylas lowered his voice, "... he sometimes 
has trouble speaking. Not all the time. Whenever there is hero's work to be done, his voice flows forth as 
befits the son of Zeus. But at other times, his voice often stumbles and fails him." 

Hylas leaned closer to her. "I think it is because he is so big," he said softly, almost whispering. "He is a 
giant among men and the world was made for men, not giants. No matter where he goes, people cannot 


help but stare at him. Often, he must bend down and walk sideways to enter through a doorway. I have 
seen him sit down in a chair, only to have the chair break beneath his weight and send him crashing to the 
floor. Then he must pick himself up and as he does so, no one looks and no one laughs, for who would 
dare to laugh at Hercules? Still, I have seen his face burning with shame because he knows that they have 
seen. He knows that they will doubtless laugh after we have gone. You have heard his voice when he is 
roused to anger, how it rings out like thunder? Yet, at other times, his voice is soft and low and he falters 
in his speech. I think it is because he is afraid to loose that godlike voice. I think that he does not wish to 
seem too proud." 

help but stare at him. Often, he must bend down and walk sideways to enter through a doorway. I have 
seen him sit down in a chair, only to have the chair break beneath his weight and send him crashing to the 
floor. Then he must pick himself up and as he does so, no one looks and no one laughs, for who would 
dare to laugh at Hercules? Still, I have seen his face burning with shame because he knows that they have 
seen. He knows that they will doubtless laugh after we have gone. You have heard his voice when he is 
roused to anger, how it rings out like thunder? Yet, at other times, his voice is soft and low and he falters 
in his speech. I think it is because he is afraid to loose that godlike voice. I think that he does not wish to 
seem too proud." 

Andre reached out and touched his cheek. "You may be small, Hylas, but in some ways you stand above 
most men." 

He stared at her, puzzled. "In what ways, my lady?" 

"You see things more clearly than most men do and you understand them better. It is the rarest of all gifts. 
Perhaps that is why the gods have made you small. So you would not be envied." 

"I had never thought of that," said Hylas. "Can it be true?" 

"The greatest gifts are those that are not easily discerned," said Andre. "Those who have them are often 
not aware of them and if they are, they do not hold them up for all to see." 

"You must be very wise, my lady." 

Andre shook her head. "No, Hylas, I am not wise. But I have been to many places and I have witnessed 
many things. And I once had a little brother who was very much like you." 

"What became of him?" 

Andre sat silent for a moment. "He was killed." 

"I am very sorry." 

She nodded. "So am I, Hylas. You would have liked him. And he would have liked you." 

"If I remind you of him, I am glad," said Hylas. 

"Thank you," Andre said. "I think I will rest now and have some sleep. Wake me if I am needed." 

"I will, my lady. If you need me, you have but to call. I wish you pleasant dreams." 

They rowed slowly as they approached the end of the Bosporous. Between them and the Euxine Sea, 
rocks protruded from the water like jagged teeth, some small, some large enough to form small islands. 
They had taken down the sail and Mopsus stood in the prow, taking soundings with a weighted rope and 
watching for rocks that were submerged. Even the smallest of them could easily tear the bottom out of 
the ship and the larger ones had jagged edges extending out just below the water. 

"Slowly," Argus cautioned the rowers from his position at the tiller. "Slowly, now." 


Mopsus kept calling out the depths, so that Argus could steer away from unseen hazards. The ship slid 
between the rocks as if cautiously picking its way through an obstacle course. They could hear waves 
crashing against the two giant rock formations at the far end of the stone forest, two towering spires 
between which they would have to pass. 


"We are almost through," Mopsus shouted from the prow. "Once we pass between those two mountains 


of rock, we shall be clear and in the open sea once more." 
"Remain alert!" Argus shouted from the aft end of the ship. "They may be wider at the base, below the 
surface. We must not scrape against them!" 


"Or be crushed between them, either," Steiger said, wryly. 
"Don't even joke about it," said Delaney as they rowed together. "Let's not tempt the gods, okay?" 
"A storm is coming," Jason called out. 
"But the sky is clear," said Orpheus. 
"I heard thunder." 
"You heard the waves crashing on the rocks," said Theseus. 
"No, something else. Thunder, from far away." 
"I heard it, too," said Idmon. "And I feel that it is very close." 
The ship started to pass slowly between the giant rocks. No one could help staring up at the walls 


towering above them. 
"There!" said Jason. "Listen!" 
This time, there was no mistaking the sound, a deep, far off rumbling which grew in volume as the Argo 


slid between the rocks. Small stones started to rain down on the ship from above, then, ahead of them, 
larger pieces of rock fell into the water, some quite close to the ship, sending up sprays which soaked 
them all. 


"They're moving!" Mopsus shouted hoarsely. Unmistakably, the walls of rock to either side of them 
were shifting, moving inwards, closer to the ship. "We'll be crushed!" Idmon shouted. "Damn it, you had 
to say it, didn't you?" Delaney said, giving Steiger a venomous look. 


"Row!" shouted Argus, leaning on the tiller. "Put your backs into it! Row for your lives!'' 
He shouted out a fast cadence as the Argonauts pulled for all they were worth. Rock debris fell all 
around them, some pieces striking the ship and holing the deck in places. One large piece fell directly in 
their path, striking the figurehead and jarring it loose, sending a shudder through the entire ship. The 
figurehead fell into the water and another rock fell near it, the water displaced by its mass pushing the 


figurehead toward the shuddering, moving wall of rock. The outstretched arm of the figurehead struck 
against the rock. 
The rock suddenly started to move the other way, settling deeper in the water, sliding back away from 


the ship. 
"Look!" shouted Jason. "The goddess pushes back the rock!" 



"Pull! screamed Argus. "Pull 'til your backs break! Pull! Pull!" 
The ship shot forward, clearing the rocks and entering the open water of the Euxine Sea. Behind them, 
the thundering, grinding noises stopped and the rocks settled in the water, lower than before, no longer 


moving. For a few moments, smaller pieces continued to drop into the channel between them, then all 
was still again. 
"The goddess saved us," Jason said. "Did you see? She pushed back the rock so we could pass through 


unharmed!" 
"An earthquake," Steiger told Delaney. "An earthquake, that's all it was." 
"Sure," Delaney said. "Probably volcanic action. The bottom shifted, the rock crumbled at the base and it 


was just a coincidence that it settled backwards just as the figurehead drifted against it." 
"Yeah, that's what it was," said Steiger. 
"Right, that's what must have happened." 
They looked at each other. 
"Don't even think it," Steiger said. 
"Think what?" 
"Nothing. Never mind. Shut up and row." 


8 


On their third day of sailing on the Euxine Sea, the winds began to strengthen and, noting the appearance 
of the sky, Delaney feared the worst. Jason wouldn't hear of going in toward shore and seeking a 
protected bay when strong winds were prevailing. All he could think of was Colchis lying ahead of them 
and he was determined to take advantage of the blow. He insisted that there would be plenty of time to 
head toward shore if the weather took a turn for the worse. Nothing Delaney or Steiger could say would 
dissuade him. Argus lent his weight to their argument, but Jason wouldn't listen. 

"If we ran for shore each time the sky grew a little gray," he said, "we would never reach our destination. 
We have fought fierce battles and emerged victorious. We have survived the Clashing Rocks. The gods 
watch over us. Are we to shake with fear at the merest threat of rain? " 

"What's coming is a great deal more than just a little rain," Delaney said. "You've never seen a real storm 
at sea." 

"If one comes, then I shall see it," Jason said, impatiently. "I grow weary of this journey. The gods have 
sent us wind to speed us on our way. I shall not fail to take advantage of their gift." 

"You'll be calling it a curse before too long," Delaney said. I've been at sea before, Jason, and I'm telling 
you-" 

"Enough!" said Jason. "Who is captain here? If you had not the nerve to make this voyage, you should 
not have come." 


He turned away angrily and walked up forward to stand in the bow, looking out to sea intently, as if he 
could see Colchis just over the horizon. 

He turned away angrily and walked up forward to stand in the bow, looking out to sea intently, as if he 
could see Colchis just over the horizon. 

"Well, if he wants to see a storm, he's about to get an eyeful," Steiger said. 

"Get some rope," Delaney shouted. "Bring all we have. If it gets as rough as I think it's going to get, we're 
going to need it." 

The winds continued to gather strength and the sky grew dark. The sea went from choppy to roiling and 
the swells grew larger, then the squall struck. The rain came down in stinging sheets and the waves 
crashed down upon the Argo. Jason quickly experienced a change of heart and ordered Argus to turn in 
toward shore. Delaney immediately contermanded his order. Jason turned on him furiously. 

"You must be mad!" he shouted. "At the first sign of a little wind, you plead to go ashore and now you 
wish to head out for the open sea? You would take us from safety to disaster! What do you wish to do, 
drown us all? To shore, Argus!" 

"You fool," Delaney said. "It's too late now. We won't even reach the shore in these conditions, whether 
the gods are watching over us or not! We'll be battered to bits by the waves or smashed upon a reef! 
Our only chance now is to head out to open sea and ride the storm out!" 

"And if your house were to catch fire, you would run into the flames? I have never heard such nonsense! 
Argus, steer to ward shore!" 

"Jason, my lad, I'm about to show you something else that happens at sea sometimes," Delaney said. "It's 
called a mutiny." 

He dropped Jason with a hard right cross to the jaw. "Lash him down!" he yelled to Steiger. "The rest of 
you, take some rope and tie yourselves to something or you'll be swept overboard!" 

He ran back to join Argus and they lashed themselves to the tiller together. The other Argonauts were in 
no mood for argument. The wind was screaming like a hundred banshees and the waves were crashing 
down upon the deck, soaking them all and knocking them off their seats. They moved quickly to secure 
the oars and tie themselves down. 

Delaney estimated that the gale was at least Force 9. The waves were now cresting at about 30 feet and 
the Argo was being tossed about as if it were a toy. There was no point in trying to rig some sort of sea 
anchor, the Argo was too large for such a solution to be practical. The greatest danger to the ship was 
not the winds, but the seas shaped by those winds. 

In such conditions, the Argo could easily be knocked down or the waves could come aboard and pound 
the deck to splinters. Even with the sail down, the mast might be torn away and if the distance between 
the waves was less from crest to crest than twice the length of the Argo, the ship would come over one 
wave and crash into the next as if it were a solid wall. The different movements of the water at the tops 
and bottoms of the swells created strong turning forces on the ship, inviting the danger of a broach. 

Delaney was not for heaving to. It meant giving up control. An experienced sailor, his solution ran 
contrary to what common sense would seem to dictate. It terrified the Argonauts and even Argus thought 
it was insane. Both Steiger and Delaney were grateful for the fact that the crew had tied themselves 
down, otherwise they might have interfered. 

Instead of taking down the sail, Delaney did just the opposite. With Steiger working on deck with the aid 


of an improvised safety line, they ran under full sail, surfing down the waves at a twenty degree angle to 
the crest. The idea was to keep the ship sailing as fast as possible and to avoid allowing the sea to get 
dead behind them, for if the ship sailed straight down a wave, the bow would almost certainly "catch" on 
the next wave and the ship would flip end over end. 

of an improvised safety line, they ran under full sail, surfing down the waves at a twenty degree angle to 
the crest. The idea was to keep the ship sailing as fast as possible and to avoid allowing the sea to get 
dead behind them, for if the ship sailed straight down a wave, the bow would almost certainly "catch" on 
the next wave and the ship would flip end over end. 

Delaney held the ship on course for the open sea as he and Argus leaned their combined weight on the 
tiller. The Argo rose up on the swells as if it were climbing vertical walls, then shot down the faces of the 
waves into the troughs between them. The Argonauts soon saw the reason why they had been directed 
to secure themselves, as the waves swept over the ship and forced their bodies to strain against the ropes 
which held them. With a modern yacht, such conditions would have been arduous enough, but with a 
primitive vessel like the Argo, it was torture. 

Argus quickly assimilated Delaney's technique of running full tilt before the storm and ceased to require 
prompting, but after several hours of such punishment, the old shipbuilder's strength started to give out 
and soon he was little more than dead weight on the tiller. Suddenly Hercules appeared at Delaney's side, 
having fought his way back to them. He untied Argus and lowered him down, then secured him once 
again and took the tiller with Delaney. Together, with their hair and beards matted down and the spray 
stinging their muscles and threatening to blind them, they strained against the tiller and controlled the ship 
on its roller coaster ride up and down the swells. They fought the storm all night, sailing more by feel than 
by sight, for it was impossible to see well in the hurricane force winds. 

By dawn, the winds started to die down and soon the sea was once more choppy and covered with 
whitecaps. As the sun came up, the storm moved past them and the seas grew calmer. They were out of 
sight of land. Argus, though still weary, took over the tiller and steered south toward shore as Hercules 
helped Delaney down, supporting his weight with an arm around his shoulders. 

"Aren't you even tired?" asked Delaney. 

"You have l-labored for m-m-much l-longer than I," said Hercules. "Sleep now." 

"Right," Delaney murmured. "Wake me when we get to Colchis." 

He closed his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately. 

"Let him sleep," said Jason, who had recovered from Delaney's blow in plenty of time to see the worst of 
the storm. "He has earned his rest and my respect. We have seen Poseidon's fury unleashed and he faced 
it without fear. Truly, he must be in favor with the gods." 

"If he were," Steiger mumbled under his breath, "he wouldn't be here." 

"It is as I have always known," said Jason. "When right is on one's side, one must prevail. And we have 
prevailed. Titans, winged demons, clashing rocks, the fury of the sea, all have tried to stop us and we 
have prevailed over all. The mightiest of forces have been aligned against us and we have defeated each 
of them." 

"Yet not without cost," said Idmon. He was staring off into the distance. 


"Come, soothsayer," Theseus said, "after the fearsome foes that we have faced, what is there left to 
fear?" 

"Come, soothsayer," Theseus said, "after the fearsome foes that we have faced, what is there left to 
fear?" 

"What vision, soothsayer?" Theseus said. "What danger is it that lies ahead of us?" 

"One of us shall die soon," Idmon said. "I cannot see which one. Yet death seems very near. And death 
from a most unexpected source." He looked around at all of them, as if something in their faces would 
make the vision clearer. "You will think me mad," he said, "but I see that one of us shall be felled by a 
feather." 

"We must be getting close to shore," said Jason, pointing to the south. "See? A flock of birds." 

"Can you see land?" asked Theseus. 

Jason shook his head. "Not yet, but it cannot be far away. It will be good to reach our destination. I am 
weary of the sea." 

"We still have to return," said Orpheus. 

"But we will not be returning empty-handed," Jason said, grinning. "We shall have the golden fleece 
aboard with us and a kingdom will be mine to claim when we reach home." 

"What sort of birds are those, I wonder?" Argus said, looking up at the sky. "They do not look like any I 
have ever seen." 

"It is a large flock," Mopsus said. "Perhaps they migrate." 

"It is not the season," Argus said. The birds were almost overhead now and they could see how large 
they were, like frigate birds, with wingspans of forty inches or more. There were at least a hundred of 
them, flying in a V formation like migrating geese. 

"See how they shine!" cried Hylas. 

Indeed, the birds did appear to shine. Sunlight glinted on their feathers as they flew so that they almost 
seemed to give off sparks. Orpheus suddenly cried out and grabbed his shoulder. A steel shaft protruded 
from between his fingers, as if he had been shot with an arrow. Theseus carefully pulled it out. 

"Why, it's a feather!" he said, astonished. 

Something went "phfft" and thunked into Mopsus' forehead. For a moment, he stood there openmouthed 
with a steel feather protruding from his skull, then he fell back onto the deck, lifeless. More feathers flew 
down at them, embedding themselves in the deck and sticking in the mast. Hercules swore as one stuck 
in his leg. Another shaft struck Jason in the arm. 

"Down!" shouted Steiger. "Down on the deck! Raise your shields, everyone!" 

They all crouched down on the deck, grouped together with their shields raised over their heads as the 
steel feathers rained down on them, beating a metallic tattoo as they struck the shields and bounced off. 
The birds made a circle around the ship and came back again, loosing another deadly volley, firing their 
feathers like steel darts. Several of them found their way through gaps between the shields and struck a 


number of the Argonauts in their arms and shoulders. The birds made several more passes over the ship, 
then headed north, flying out to sea. 

number of the Argonauts in their arms and shoulders. The birds made several more passes over the ship, 
then headed north, flying out to sea. 

"What strange manner of metal is this?" asked Jason, examining the feather he had pulled free from the 
deck. "Silver?" 

Argus plucked another feather from the mast. "No, not silver," he said, puzzled. "I have never seen the 
like of it." 

"Birds with metal feathers," Hylas said, with wonder. "How can they fly?" 

"How can they shoot them as if they were arrows?" Theseus said. 

As the Argonauts plucked the metal feathers free from where they had stuck in the ship, marveling at 
them, Delaney handed his feather to Steiger. "Take a look at this," he said in a low voice. 

Andre came up beside them, also holding a feather in her hand. "It's nysteel," she said. 

"Robot drones?" said Steiger, looking out in the direction the birds had taken. "Either preprogrammed or 
remote controlled." He looked down at the feather thoughtfully. "This could just as easily have contained 
an exploding warhead." 

"I don't get it," said Delaney. "Why throw this kind of stuff against the Argonauts without going all the 
way? Why go to all this trouble to kill a few people indiscriminately?" 

Steiger threw his nysteel feather overboard. "I'm fresh out of ideas. There's no rational pattern to any of 
this." 

"Land!" shouted Orpheus, pointing to a fog enshrouded coast off the starboard bow. They could barely 
make out the peaks of a large mountain in the distance, looming up out of the mist. 

"Caucasus," said Jason, excitedly. "The peak where Prometheus was chained. We have reached Colchis 
at last." 

They sailed along the coast, looking for a place to anchor. As the sun went down, they discovered a 
small, marshy inlet. They pulled the ship in close to shore, took down the mast, lashed it to its crutch and 
covered the Argo with tall reeds that grew in profusion along the banks. Jason poured wine upon the 
ground, an offering to the earth and the gods of the land, then they buried Mopsus. 

"Your vision proved prophetic, Idmon," Jason said. "The astrologer was indeed felled by a feather." 

"I only wish I had been wrong," said Idmon, gravely. "Mine is, at times, a most unwelcome gift. I 
sometimes see things I wish I had not seen." 

"Can you look into the future now?" asked Orpheus. "Can you see if we shall find the golden fleece in 
Colchis?" 

Idmon closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time. 


"I have the intuition that more of us will die here," he said at last. He opened his eyes. "Ask me no more. 
The gods are watching us, gods who kill and gods who create life and it frightens me to be so close to 
them." 

"I have the intuition that more of us will die here," he said at last. He opened his eyes. "Ask me no more. 
The gods are watching us, gods who kill and gods who create life and it frightens me to be so close to 
them." 

"We still don't have much more of a handle on this scenario than when we started," said Steiger. "We're 
going to have to take what we know and improvise a plan of action. The trouble is we don't know very 
much." 

"We know there's a temporal mission being conducted here by people from the future of this timeline," 
Andre said. "We know events aren't following our myth exactly. Maybe their version is different. 
According to our version, Hercules left the voyage at Arganthus when Hylas was pulled into a lake by 
water nymphs and drowned, but we never stopped at Arganthus, Hylas is still alive and Hercules is still 
with us. There were a number of other events mentioned in the story that haven't occurred. In fact, if you 
eliminate everything the opposition has done to alter this scenario, what you're left with is a perfectly 
ordinary sea voyage. Ordinary except for the episode of the Clashing Rocks, which was undoubtedly the 
result of an earthquake or volcanic action, just the sort of incident that could give rise to a legend. 

"We know from historical records that Theseus actually lived in our timeline. If we assume the same 
about the others, then we have a logical explanation for the origins of our myth. A sea voyage was made 
during which certain events occurred, such as the earthquake which resulted in the story of the Clashing 
Rocks. We saw how the story about Athena pushing the rocks out of the way so the ship could get 
through must have started. The figurehead broke off, struck against the rock at the same moment that it 
settled backwards in the water and Jason assumed that Hera moved the rock. So the name got changed. 
Or maybe in this universe, it was Hera who moved the rock instead of Athena. When they returned, the 
Argonauts told the story of the Clashing Rocks and added some other exaggerations or they were added 
later as the story was passed on in the oral tradition. Eventually, the myth was recorded according to that 
tradition. That tells us the Argonauts returned safely from their voyage, otherwise the story would not 
have been started in the first place. What we've experienced so far supports that. It's like Forrester said, 
a mirror-image universe, but the image is slightly distorted." 

"That still doesn't tell us what the opposition is up to," Steiger said. "They're restaging the events 
according to the myth, or their version of it. The question is, what happens when you're confronted with a 
temporal scenario in which the actual historical details aren't known? If there's no known historical 
account of the voyage, you can clock back and gather intelligence so you can verify what actually 
happened, separating the facts from the legend. Once you have those facts, you could then stage a 
temporal scenario in which the mythical elements of the story are made into the historical elements, but 
that brings us back to the one question we can't answer. What reason would there be for doing it? It 
would have to affect the original historical outcome." 

"Perhaps," Delaney said. "It's possible that it would only have a minimal effect, not significant enough to 
disrupt temporal continuity." 

"How do you figure that?" asked Steiger. 

"When I was studying zen physics in RCS, we worked with some hypothetical problem modules 
designed to break down our notions of common sense," Delaney said. "One problem module postulated 


an imaginary court case involving a murder. The defendant was innocent, but was mistakenly convicted 
on circumstantial evidence and executed. Now suppose you clocked back and restaged the temporal 
scenario so that the defendant was actually guilty and the evidence was incontrovertible. You've changed 
the facts, but you haven't changed the outcome. History remains unchanged." 

an imaginary court case involving a murder. The defendant was innocent, but was mistakenly convicted 
on circumstantial evidence and executed. Now suppose you clocked back and restaged the temporal 
scenario so that the defendant was actually guilty and the evidence was incontrovertible. You've changed 
the facts, but you haven't changed the outcome. History remains unchanged." 

"We don't know that for a fact," said Delaney. "It's possible they might have died in some other manner 
during the course of this voyage. What we're part of is no longer the original scenario. It's also possible 
that their deaths weren't significant enough to affect temporal continuity. It wouldn't have been difficult to 
assess the historical impact of the Argonauts. In some cases, it would have been fairly simple. Take 
Mopsus. He was getting on in years and had no children. All they'd have to do is evaluate his individual 
actions in terms of temporal significance. And don't forget that these men are all warriors. Some of them 
might have died in battle not long after this voyage took place. There are any number of variables that 
could result in a break of ancestral continuity. It's even possible the scenario was designed to control 
which people died. You can program robots and androids to recognize certain individuals and 
differentiate between them." 

"So you still think they're conducting some sort of war game in preparation for an invasion of our 
timeline?" Steiger asked. 

"I think it's a possibility," Delaney said. "It's the best explanation I've been able to come up with." 

"There's only one thing wrong with it," said Steiger. "Us. If they've gone to all that trouble to verify the 
original scenario and conduct a controlled disruption, then they must have known from the beginning that 
we were never part of it." 

"What if they didn't?" said Andre. "We've become one of the variable elements in this scenario. If we 
hadn't met Jason at the Anaurus River, he would have arrived in Iolchos alone. We don't have a record 
of the entire crew for this voyage. Even in the myth, not all of the Argonauts were named." 

"That's right!" Delaney said. "We've been so concerned with the anomalous elements of this mission, we 
overlooked one of the most obvious ones. We must have displaced three of the original crew members! 
The hooded man might be among the Argonauts, but if he isn't, then he must be clocking ahead to all the 
significant points along their route. If that's the case, then they may not have realized that there were three 
people on the crew who weren't supposed to be there." 

"At least not at the beginning of the voyage,'' Andre said. 

Delaney glanced at Steiger. "I think we're onto something. It was the middle of the night when you were 
knocked out at Iolchos. In the dark, you might have been taken for Jason or one of the original crew 
members we displaced. During their secret meeting on Mount Pelion, the hooded man asked Chiron 
about the Argonauts who weren't among his pupils, the ones the centaur didn't know before. He asked 
Chiron to name and describe them all. That must have been when they first suspected something was out 
of sync with the original scenario. It was confirmed for them at Lemnos, but they had to check it out. We 
would have done the same. If we introduced variables into a temporal scenario and something popped 
up that didn't seem to fit the historical events, we'd try to make sure we knew exactly what the variable 
was and how it might affect the outcome." 

Steiger nodded. "It makes sense. They must have scrambled to check us out against any possible 


historical variables. Were there any people like us around originally who might have been part of the 
crew? When they didn't turn up anything, they had to look for another explanation. They must have been 
as baffled as we've been. They couldn't learn anything from the centaur, because the centaur was one of 
their variables that they inserted into the scenario; and when the hooded man saw me at Lemnos, it must 
have tipped him off that I was from the future." 

historical variables. Were there any people like us around originally who might have been part of the 
crew? When they didn't turn up anything, they had to look for another explanation. They must have been 
as baffled as we've been. They couldn't learn anything from the centaur, because the centaur was one of 
their variables that they inserted into the scenario; and when the hooded man saw me at Lemnos, it must 
have tipped him off that I was from the future." 

"They had to check it out," said Steiger, nodding. "And they would have wanted another, closer look." 

"The old blind king," Delaney said. 

"Our hooded friend?" said Steiger. "Or someone else on their mission team," Delaney said. "It had to be." 

"I'm keeping my eye on Idmon," Steiger said. "I don't know about these 'visions' and 'intuitions' of his." 

"There is a chance they're genuine," Delaney said. "He could be a sensitive." 

"And he could be planted," said Steiger. "I have a 'strong intuition' myself that the opposition is up to 
something tricky." 

"If they guessed we were from another timeline," Andre said, "they must have started searching for the 
confluence, but if our original theory was correct that the centaur came through by accident, they 
wouldn't know exactly where and when to look for it." 

"And if they haven't found it by now, it explains why we're still alive," Delaney said. "They need us to tell 
them where it is." 

"It fits," said Steiger, nodding. "It finally fits together." 

"That's right," Delaney said, wryly. "We've got them right where they want us." 

"Perhaps not," said Andre. "One of us can clock back to the confluence point and warn Curtis to 
summon the Counter-Insurgency Strike Force. Then all we have to do is give them what they want. Lead 
them directly to the confluence. It'll be just like the Khyber Pass. The minute they come through, they'll 
be hit with everything we've got." 

"And what about us?" said Steiger. "You figure once we tell them where the confluence point is, they'll be 
nice enough to let us go?" 

"I didn't say there'd be no risk," said Andre. 

"No, there'd be risk all right and not only to us," said Steiger. "We were damned lucky in Afghanistan. 
The confluence point shifted just in time or the battle would have lasted longer. It might have interfered 
with the action between the British and the Pathans, to say nothing of the casualties our people would 
have sustained. We've got a similar situation here. Hannibal and his Carthaginians on one side, Scipio and 
his Roman legion on the other. Fighting a temporal battle smack dab in between would be dangerous as 
hell. The object of this mission was to disrupt their timeline, not invite a situation that could disrupt our 
own." 

"Do you have an alternative?" said Andre. 

"I say we carry on with our original plan," said Steiger. "Let's take our best shot. If we blow it, there's still 


a good chance at least one of us can get back and warn the Rangers." 
"What if they take their best shot before we take ours?" asked Andre. 
Steiger smiled. "I didn't say there'd be no risk." 
"Touch," said Andre, wryly. 
"I'm in favor of it," said Delaney. "Now that we've reached Colchis, we're in a good position to cut and 


run. If we stick close to the principals in this scenario, it could make it difficult for the opposition to move 
against us. The minute we get a reading on the situation, we interfere, create the disruption and clock out 
fast. They'll be watching us every minute, but we might have a chance to pull it off." 

"Maybe," Steiger said, "but there's still one option we haven't considered. It's not a very pleasant one." 
"What? "Delaney asked. 
"We could kill Jason." 


9 


They broke camp at dawn and headed inland, following a spirited debate about their plan of action. As 
usual, Jason had not given any thought to how they would obtain the golden fleece once they arrived in 
Colchis. Planning ahead did not seem to be his forte. He had simply assumed that they would come, pick 
it up and leave. Now that they had arrived, it occurred to him that it might not be so simple. This 
realization was brought home to him when the other Argonauts asked him how they should proceed. It 
was not until then that Jason realized he didn't even know where the Sacred Grove of Ares was. 

"How are we to find it, then?" asked Orpheus. 

"We could ask directions of people we encounter on the way," said Jason, pleased that a solution had 
been found. 

"Did we not hide the Argo so the Colchins would not find it?" Argus said. "If we encounter people on our 
way and ask directions, word will quickly reach King Aietes that a force of armed men has arrived 
seeking the Sacred Grove of Ares. We would have no chance to take the golden fleece by stealth." 

"By stealth?" said Jason, outraged at the suggestion. 

"Would you have us act as thieves come skulking in the night?" 

"In what other manner did you think to obtain the fleece?" asked Theseus. "Surely, you did not suppose 
King Aietes would simply give it to you?" 

"Was not my father Aeson, cousin to Phrixus?" Jason asked. "Is not the fleece the rightful possession of 
my family?" 

"As I heard the story, Phrixus gave the fleece to Aietes for his daughter's hand in marriage," Orpheus 
said. "If that is true, then the fleece rightfully belongs to him." 


Jason bit his lower lip. "I had not thought of that." 

Jason bit his lower lip. "I had not thought of that." 

"It changes nothing," Jason said. "We must bring back the fleece if I am to rule in Iolchos. It is the will of 
the gods. I will explain it to King Aietes and ask him for the fleece." 

"And what if he refuses?" Orpheus asked. 

"Then we shall take it by force," said Jason. "It cannot be called stealing if we are obeying the wishes of 
the gods." 

"Interesting logic," Steiger mumbled to Delaney. 

"You don't suppose there really is a golden fleece, do you?" said Delaney. 

"Be damned if I know," Steiger said. "It's probably some old sheepskin painted gold. Or maybe high 
sulphur content in some sheep's drinking water altered the pigmentation and made the wool turn yellow. 
They'd probably attribute something like that to the gods. Hell of a thing to go to all this trouble for." 

"I've seen knights in the Middle Ages hacking each other to pieces over a splinter alleged to be a piece of 
the true cross," said Andre. "The value of a sacred relic has less to do with what it is than what it's 
believed to be." 

"The oftener a tale is told, the truer it becomes?" said Delaney. 

"Something like that, I suppose." 

Steiger snorted. "I can't wait to see the Old Man's face when we plop some rotten old rag down on his 
desk and tell him it's the golden fleece. There you are, sir, hang it right up there in your den with your 
collection, next to El Cid's jewel-encrusted sword and Patton's pearl-handled .45." 

"I'll just settle for getting back and being able to tell him anything," Delaney said. 

By the time they reached the city of Aea, they had picked up a sizable escort. Crowds followed on both 
sides of the road as the Argonauts marched into the city with Jason strutting proudly in the lead. 
Wide-eyed children ran beside them, staring at the bearded warriors with the sun-bronzed skin, and after 
seeing that the Argonauts seemed friendly, some of the bolder ones ventured to touch their metal shields. 
A few of the children picked up sticks to carry as mock spears and fell in behind the procession, 
comically imitating Jason's bantam rooster bearing, their heads held high, their shoulders thrown back, 
their free arms swinging in exaggerated motions. Hercules, Andre and Hylas attracted the most attention; 
Andre because she was the only woman among such an imposing looking crew, Hercules because of his 
physique and Hylas because he seemed the same age as the children, though he was older than most of 
them. 

A large crowd had gathered at the palace steps to see the strangers. King Aides' soldiers waited there as 
well, in a show of force. It did not escape the notice of the Argonauts that the soldiers outnumbered them 
considerably. The soldiers of King Aietes blocked the palace steps. They stood in ranks three deep, 
looking very disciplined in their feather-crested helmets with bronze cheek and nose pieces, 
metal-studded leather breastplates and short white chlamys fastened at their throats by metal clasps. 
They carried short iron swords and long javelins and each of them held a small, round iron shield with the 
likeness of a ram's head on it. Their commanding officer stepped forward and pointed with his sword at 
Jason. 


"Are you the leader of these men?" he asked. 

"Are you the leader of these men?" he asked. 

"How's that for diplomacy?" Delaney said to Andre. 

She merely shook her head. 

The officer lowered his sword. "You are either very brave or very foolish, Jason, King of Iolchos. Or 
perhaps you are only very young. Those are bold words for a stranger who arrives uninvited with armed 
men. I am Kovalos, captain of the palace guard. Look about you first and then choose your next words 
carefully. We are five times your number and those are only the soldiers that you see. What is your 
purpose here?" 

"That I will reveal only to King Aietes," Jason said. "It is unseemly for a king to be questioned by a 
captain of the palace guard. Inform your ruler that a king has come from Thessaly and that he requests an 
audience." 

Kovalos stared at Jason for a long moment, then turned to his soldiers. He beckoned to an officer. "You 
heard?" he asked. "I heard." 

"Repeat our visitor's words to King Aietes exactly as you heard them and then hasten back with his 
reply." He turned back to Jason as the officer ran into the palace. "We will soon know how you shall be 
received," he said, curtly. "I am not accustomed to be kept waiting," Jason said. Kovalos pursed his lips. 
"Nor am I. Nevertheless, it seems that we shall both be obliged to suffer some slight demands upon our 
patience. I will try to bear up under the strain." 

"If I were Jason," Argus said, "I would not speak to such a man in such a manner. He is not yet crowned 
king and we are too few to make an army." 

"This was badly done," said Orpheus, looking around. "Have you observed the archers on the rooftops? 
We should have sought out the Sacred Grove of Ares and made off with the golden fleece so that no one 
was the wiser. Our position here is most disadvantageous." 

"Perhaps if you sang one of your songs, you could lull them all to sleep as you did the hound of Hades," 
Theseus said. "Then we could take the golden fleece and be back aboard the ship before they woke up 
from their peaceful slumber." 

"Or perhaps you could tell them the tale of how you slew the Minotaur," Orpheus countered. "Then if any 
of them survived the telling of the tale, we could do battle with them on more even terms." 

"Be silent, both of you!" said Argus. "We have enough troubles on our hands without arguing amongst 
ourselves." 

"I think we are about to find out exactly what our position is," said Idmon, as the officer Kovalos had 
sent in to the king had returned. 

"King Aietes will see you," said Kovalos. Jason started forward and the others followed, but Kovalos 
stopped him with a hand upon his chest. "A moment," he said. He shouted an order and the soldiers 
broke formation, then reformed flanking the Argonauts, with a squad of men in front and behind as well. 
They moved in close, hemming the Argonauts in tightly so as to restrict their ability to move quickly. 
"Now," said Kovalos. 


They were marched into the palace, into the large, marble-columned main hall where Aietes sat upon his 
throne, surrounded by his courtiers and protected by a line of armed men stationed at the foot of the 
steps leading to the throne. He leaned forward in his chair as the Argonauts approached and stared at 
them intently, stroking his long black beard. His appearance was a marked contrast to that of the Dalion 
king, Cyzicus. Where the Dalions were a small, impoverished people, Aietes ruled over a large and 
wealthy kingdom and his palace and his dress reflected this. 

They were marched into the palace, into the large, marble-columned main hall where Aietes sat upon his 
throne, surrounded by his courtiers and protected by a line of armed men stationed at the foot of the 
steps leading to the throne. He leaned forward in his chair as the Argonauts approached and stared at 
them intently, stroking his long black beard. His appearance was a marked contrast to that of the Dalion 
king, Cyzicus. Where the Dalions were a small, impoverished people, Aietes ruled over a large and 
wealthy kingdom and his palace and his dress reflected this. 

"You have traveled far," Aietes said. "What is your purpose here?" 

"I have come for the golden fleece," said Jason. There was a stunned silence. "The boy gets right to the 
point," said Steiger, softly. Aietes stared hard at Jason for a long time. Jason stood his ground, meeting 
his steady gaze unflinchingly. Finally, Aietes broke the silence. 

"The golden fleece is the most sacred relic of my kingdom," Aietes said. "By what right do you come 
seeking it?" 

"By divine right," Jason said. "My father, Aeson, was cousin to that very Phrixus who was brought here 
by the ram whose fleece now hangs in the Sacred Grove of Ares. It is the will of the gods that the golden 
fleece be brought back to Iolchos, so that the spirit of my relative may at last find peace." 

"If this is the will of the gods," said Aietes, "why have they not revealed it to me?" 

"They have revealed it to me," said Jason, "in a prophecy spoken by the Oracle of Delphi. It was the 
gods, speaking through the Oracle, who led me here. The golden fleece rightfully belongs in Iolchos and I 
have come to ask you to surrender it." 

"And you come asking with armed warriors at your side," Aietes said. 

"I have done the bidding of the gods," said Jason. "The journey was a long and arduous one and we have 
encountered many dangers on the way. Yet if it had been the will of the gods that I should come alone, 
that too would I have done. We did not come here as raiders or as thieves, else we would not have 
marched here openly in the full light of day, nor would we have allowed ourselves to be placed at such a 
disadvantage by your soldiers." 

"Yet even as we speak, your other men could be plotting to conduct the very raid which you deny." 

"I have no other men," said Jason. "You see before you all who have journeyed here with me." 

"Good move, kid," Steiger mumbled. "Give our strength away, why don't you?" 

"Our strength?" Delaney whispered. "Let me get this straight. Are we going to try to help him or were we 
thinking we might have to kill him?" 

Steiger glanced at him with surprise. "Hell of a thing, isn't it?" he whispered back. "I'm starting to get 


caught up in this." 

caught up in this." 

Delaney grimaced. "I'm working at it real hard." Aietes smiled as he stroked his beard. "You claim the 
golden fleece rightfully belongs in your kingdom," he said to Jason, "yet it was Phrixus who brought it 
here, your own kinsman on whom you base your claim. With his own hands, he gave me the golden 
fleece to commemorate his marriage to my daughter, Chalciope, who stands there with her sister, 
Medea." He swept his arm out in an exaggerated gesture, indictating two women standing together 
among the courtiers on his right. "Will you tell the widow of your kinsman that you would take away a 
sacred relic with which the gods had blessed their union? Would you take from her this one remaining 
token of her departed husband?" 

They all looked at the two women who stood close together, the eldest clutching her younger sister's 
arm. Chalciope had brown hair streaked with gray and a full, soft, pretty face that she must have inherited 
from her mother, for it had none of the harsh angles and sharp planes of her father's features. Yet Medea 
had her father's coloring, hair that was raven black and fell in long, curly tresses down her back. The 
darkness of her hair made her face look paler than her sister's, but it was not the pallor of ill health. Her 
lips were red and full and her features sharp, like her father's, but on her the effect was one of striking 
beauty. She had not inherited her father's beaklike nose, but she had his black eyes and penetrating gaze, 
which she now directed pointedly at Jason, staring at him with curious intensity. 

Jason swallowed hard and floundered for a moment, whether from the question Aietes asked or from 
Medea's gaze it was impossible to tell, but he finally found words for a suitable reply and, for once, his 
tone of voice lacked its usual arrogance. 

"I would tell my kinsman's widow that I come not to cause her any sorrow, but to bring her husband's 
spirit rest, for it has been told how the shade of Phrixus appeared in dreams to many of my people, 
pleading with them to bring the golden fleece back to his native land. Though he married here and lived 
well for the remainder of his days, Colchis was not the country of his birth. In life, he was denied his 
birthright and in death, he was denied rest in his native soil. The spirit of Phrixus is bound up in the golden 
fleece. If we bring it back to Iolchos with us, he may at last find peace." 

"A very pretty speech," Aietes said, "yet what proof do you offer us that it is true? We have but your 
word and you are unknown to us. You are not the first to come seeking the golden fleece. Its fame has 
spread throughout the world and the fortune of our kingdom is bound up in it. It is our most holy treasure 
and it makes our country fruitful. Since the time I placed it in the Sacred Grove of Ares, our harvests 
have become more bountiful and the earth had yielded up its wealth to us. It is well known that there is 
much gold to be found in Colchis and many have come before you, seeking both that gold and the sacred 
relic whose power draws it forth out of the earth for us to find. The golden fleece is the greatest treasure 
of our kingdom, yet you expect me to give it to you for the asking? It is clear to me what you have 
planned. You hope to play upon our sympathies and upon my daughter's grief so that you may trick us 
into giving up the fleece. Failing this, you have brought warriors with you so that you could seize the 
golden fleece by force." 

Aietes rose from his throne and pointed a finger at Jason, moving and speaking like an orator whose 
every nuance and gesture was calculated to achieve maximum effect. 

"Yet you have miscalculated, Jason of Iolchos. We are not fools to be taken in by tales such as yours! If 
the gods wish for the golden fleece to be removed from Colchis, why have they not revealed their designs 
to us? If the spirit of my eldest daughter's husband is tormented, why has it not appeared to us in 
dreams? If the gods meant for strangers to arrive upon our shores and bear the fleece back with them, 


why have they not warned us of your coming, so that we would not treat you as invaders, but welcome 
you and do their bidding? 

why have they not warned us of your coming, so that we would not treat you as invaders, but welcome 
you and do their bidding? 

Aietes lowered his voice to a more conversational tone and made a gesture to encompass everyone 
around him. "Yet we are not a barbarous people. Though you may have come here bearing arms and 
making arrogant demands upon us, you have not committed any hostile acts. You say your voyage has 
been long and arduous. We are prepared to extend our hospitality to you so that you may rest briefly 
before starting on your journey home. Quarters shall be set aside for your men in our soldiers' barracks. 
As a foreign king, you shall be made welcome in the palace and you may select a number of your people 
to attend you, not to exceed five. When you return, you may tell others that we make strangers welcome 
here and treat them with the courtesy to which their rank entitles them, but if they come to us bearing the 
sword, then they shall die by the sword. This audience is ended. You may go." 

While Aietes spoke, Jason had turned several different shades of purple and when the king summarily 
dismissed him, he would surely have exploded but for the presence of mind displayed by Idmon, who 
came running up to Jason's side and took his arm in a firm grasp. 

"We are most grateful for your hospitality, King Aietes," Idmon said quickly and loudly, so that Jason 
could not interrupt. "With your leave, we will go now and rest from our long journey." 

He practically dragged Jason away, a feat which would have been more difficult if Jason weren't so 
furious that he could do no more than sputter with inarticulate outrage. The moment they had rejoined the 
main body of the Argonauts, the soldiers turned about smartly and almost frog-marched the Argonauts 
out of the palace. They crossed the city square and stopped at the soldiers' barracks, a long, fortresslike 
stone building with a low wall surrounding it. Not looking to provoke a confrontation, Kovalos told 
Idmon, rather than Jason, that he would return "with a proper escort for the king" when rooms had been 
made ready for him in the palace. In the meantime, he showed them the area designated for their 
temporary use-stressing the word temporary-and promised that slaves would shortly bring food and fresh 
water to them. 

"Never has my patience been so sorely tried," said Jason, as soon as they were left alone. "I thank you, 
Idmon, for your timely intervention. If not for you, I would surely have lost my temper with Aietes. I 
came to him honorably and spoke plainly of my intent, yet was forced to stand there in mute rage while 
he accused me of the basest motives!" 

"We did come to take the golden fleece," said Theseus, "so for myself, I am little surprised at his 
response. Yet I am not displeased at this turn of events. It would have posed no challenge if Aietes had 
given up the golden fleece without a fight." 

"Without a fight?" said Argus. "Has it escaped your notice that Aietes has at least five men for every one 
of us?" 

"If the odds intimidate you, Argus," Theseus said nonchalantly, "I would be pleased to take on your five 
as well as mine." 

"It would be difficult for us to take on anyone at this point," Idmon said, stepping between them. "These 


quarters are built like a prison and you may be sure that we are watched. We would not take two steps 
beyond these walls before their archers dropped us in our tracks. Unless the situation changes, there is 
not much we can do at present except to plan a way out of this predicament. It was not for the sake of 
being gracious that Aietes 'invited' Jason to stay at the palace. He means to have him as a hostage for our 
good behavior until we can be safely sent back on our way. You may be sure that he will have soldiers 
searching for the Argo in the meantime. It was fortunate indeed that we concealed the ship and that no 
one saw us land." 

quarters are built like a prison and you may be sure that we are watched. We would not take two steps 
beyond these walls before their archers dropped us in our tracks. Unless the situation changes, there is 
not much we can do at present except to plan a way out of this predicament. It was not for the sake of 
being gracious that Aietes 'invited' Jason to stay at the palace. He means to have him as a hostage for our 
good behavior until we can be safely sent back on our way. You may be sure that he will have soldiers 
searching for the Argo in the meantime. It was fortunate indeed that we concealed the ship and that no 
one saw us land." 

"I have seen no portents," Idmon said, "but I have a feeling that we shall receive help from an unexpected 
quarter, perhaps from within the palace itself. While we were there, I had the strongest intuition that an 
event of great significance would soon occur within those walls." 

"Then I would be best served to take you with me to stay within the palace tonight," said Jason. 
"Theseus, you shall come as well and Fabius, Creon and Atalanta, since you were the first to join me. 
That makes up the five Aietes has so graciously allowed me. Hercules, I leave you in charge in my 
absence. Should anything befall us, I will leave it to you to decide what's to be done, but if I am killed, 
then it shall mean that I have lost the favor of the gods and there will be little to gain in pursuing that which 
they have chosen to deny me. In that event, I charge you to bring the Argonauts back home in safety. In 
the meantime, I will take council with these five and plan a way for us to get the golden fleece. When we 
have decided what to do, I shall contrive to send a message to you. The soldiers may try to antagonize 
you. Do not allow yourselves to be provoked. And beware the food and drink Aietes sends. Best to eat 
from the supplies we brought with us." 

"The escort has arrived to take you to the palace, Jason," Hylas said from the window. 

Jason picked up his weapons and his leather sack. "Be patient," he told the others, "and wait to hear from 
me. The golden fleece is not yet lost to us. Trust to the gods to see us through." 

10 


The rooms set aside for them within the palace had been carefully chosen. They were in the right wing, at 
the end of a long and narrow corridor with no other doors or hallways leading off from it. At the end of 
the corridor was the largest room, the one set aside for Jason, with two smaller rooms on either side of it 
through connecting doors. The palace was situated on the heights over the city and the only windows in 
their rooms looked out over a deep ravine. 

"They have us well in hand here," Theseus said. "We cannot climb down and the only other way out is 
down that narrow corridor, which affords no shelter and little room to move. We will not be in a good 
position if it comes to fighting our way out. The guards posted at the corridor's end would see us coming 
in enough time to give alarm and two or three archers could easily dispatch us before we had a chance to 
reach them." 

"Perhaps not," said Jason. He walked over to a large oval table standing in the center of the room. "This 
would make a useful shield against archers or spearmen if we carried it before us." 


"It would if it were not wider than the corridor," said Idmon, looking down at it. 

"It would if it were not wider than the corridor," said Idmon, looking down at it. 

"Lengthwise," Idmon said, wryly, "carried by each end. It would not make much of a shield that way." 

Jason frowned. "We could hack the ends off with our swords until it was of a right size to carry before 
us." 

"And make such a racket that they would be upon us before we were half finished with the task," said 
Idmon. "Observe its thickness. We should give less thought to carpentry and more to planning what to do 
when morning comes. There is little doubt that Aietes' soldiers are even now searching for our ship. 
Aietes will wish to be certain that we did not leave other men outside the city. I would not expect him to 
take you at your word. If they find the ship and discover it to be unmanned, they will no doubt burn it to 
the waterline and then attend to us." 

"It is fortunate that we have hidden it," said Theseus. "They will look first to see it anchored just offshore 
and it may escape their notice. There will not be time to make a careful search of the entire coastline in 
one night." 

"You three have been silent," Jason said to the agents. "Have you no thoughts to add? Fabius, you acted 
well and quickly in the storm. Do you agree with Idmon?" 

"I think Idmon is right," Delaney said. "Aietes has nothing to gain by allowing us to leave. What would 
prevent us from returning with more men, enough to meet his army on more equal terms? If his soldiers 
do not find the ship tonight, he can have us lead them to it when we are forced to leave tomorrow. Once 
we are well away from the city and caught with the sea at our backs, his soldiers will attack." 

"Those would be sound tactics," Theseus said. "It means that we must somehow act tonight." 

"Only there seems to be no course of action open to us," Jason said. He glanced at Idmon. "Where is this 
unexpected help your intuition told you of?" 

Idmon shook his head. "I cannot say. I can only repeat that I have the certain feeling that it will arrive. As 
to when or what form it may take, that I cannot tell you." 

"For a soothsayer, you do not reveal much," Theseus said, sourly. 

"Nor do I embellish," Idmon said. "I reveal only what I know. I do not embroider upon my revelations, 
as do other soothsayers, who cloak their revelations with imponderables meant to reassure the gullible." 

"This quarreling serves no purpose," Jason said. "We have not come all this way for nothing. Thus far, the 
gods have seen us through and they will see us through it to the end. Aietes cannot defy the gods. Nor 
can we anticipate them. When the time is right, they will show us what must be done." 

"It may not be wise to depend too much upon the gods," said Theseus. "I have always found that the 
gods help those who help themselves. We should never have allowed ourselves to be separated from the 
others. With us here as his hostages, Aietes may try to force our friends to reveal the location of our 
ship." 

"I do not think that Hercules would be an easy man to force," said Idmon. "Have faith, Theseus. And 
patience. Both are kingly virtues. We have not yet-" he stopped, abruptly. "Listen!" 


"I hear nothing," Theseus said. 

"I hear nothing," Theseus said. 

Theseus unsheathed his sword and moved to stand concealed behind the hidden door as it opened 
slowly. Jason stood where he was, so that whoever was behind the door would see him clearly, but he 
too unsheathed his sword. 

"Our benefactor has arrived," said Idmon and Medea came into the room. 

Theseus quickly looked to see if anyone was coming through behind her, but she said, "I am alone. I have 
come to help you." 

"Why would Aietes' daughter wish to help us?" Theseus said. "Take care, Jason, this is some sort of 
trick." 

"No trick," Medea said. She came up close to Jason and placed her hands upon his chest. "Look into my 
eyes and say if you see trickery." 

"What man has ever discerned trickery in a woman's eyes?" said Theseus, but his words did not stop 
Jason from gazing long and not at all hard into Medea's eyes. 

"From the first moment that I saw you," Medea said, "I knew that you were not like other men. It took 
great courage to have come so far and to have marched so boldly to the palace and spoken so plainly to 
my father's face. I have never met another who would dare such things!" 

"Would you have us believe," said Theseus, "that you would turn against your father merely because 
Jason has impressed you with his daring and his courage?" 

"When you went to Crete to slay the Minotaur, did not Ariadne turn against her father because she was 
impressed with yours?" said Jason. "Is that not how I heard it from your own lips when you told the tale?" 

"Well, perhaps that was not quite the same," said Theseus, uneasily. 

"It is not the only reason," said Medea. "I do this for my poor grieving sister as much as for myself. She, 
too, has dreamed of Phrixus since he died and took it to be an omen that his spirit cannot rest. After you 
had gone, Chalciope came to me, weeping because her husband's spirit was tormented and heartbroken 
that brave men had to die because our father will not part with the golden fleece. 

"He believes it to be the source of all the wealth and good fortune in our kingdom," she continued. "He 
wishes to keep it because it brings him fame. He has commissioned poets to compose works about it 
which increase his fame and bring many here to pay him tribute, yet these works also bring pirates and 
thieves to Colchis." 

"You mean men such as ourselves," said Theseus. 

"No," said Medea. "You are different. It was clear at once, even to my father, that you were not 
brigands. Jason came openly, in the full light of day, and spoke to my father as one ruler to another. We 
in Colchis have also heard the tale of Theseus, who killed the Minotaur and became the king of Athens. 
And who has not heard of Hercules? Among our soldiers are men who came from Thebes and know 
him. Aietes knows that such men do not join with pirates." 


"Perhaps not," said Theseus, a bit less antagonistic now that his vanity had been appealed to. "Yet that 
still does not tell us why you would wish to help us." 

"Perhaps not," said Theseus, a bit less antagonistic now that his vanity had been appealed to. "Yet that 
still does not tell us why you would wish to help us." 

"How would we escape the palace?" Jason asked. "And what of my men?" 

"This passageway leads to others that will take us from the palace," said Medea, "but you will need me to 
show the way. Chalciope can arrange to have your friends escape. There are still some soldiers in our 
army who remember Phrixus and will help us, but we must not waste time. I heard my father tell Kovalos 
to send soldiers in here through this very secret passage while you slept tonight, to put you in chains." 

Jason shook his head. "It does not sit well with me, to sneak off in the middle of the night like someone 
running from a fight." 

"Yet there is no fight to run from," Idmon said. "Under the pretext of hospitality, we have been taken 
prisoner. True, we have been allowed to keep our weapons, but that was only to strengthen the pretext. 
If an effort had been made to take our arms, or if we had been asked to give them up, we would have 
suspected trickery and had a chance to fight, but as it turned out that chance was denied us. We have 
acted honorably, no one would dispute that. It was Aietes who tricked us into this position, so that we 
are now his prisoners. And as prisoners, it is our honorable duty to attempt escape." 

Jason pursed his lips and nodded, "Yes, that is true. I see that now. Escaping from imprisonment is not 
the same as running from a fight." 

"Nicely done," Delaney whispered to Idmon. 

"Yes, I thought so too," the soothsayer whispered back. 

"But stealing the fleece like a common thief does not seem right," said Jason. "I would much rather win it 
in fair combat." 

"But how could it be fair when my father's men outnumber you so greatly?" asked Medea. 

"That is beside the point," said Jason. "A brave man does not reckon odds before he goes into a battle." 

"Quite right, on both counts," Idmon said. "A brave man does not reckon odds, indeed, and that is 
beside the point. You yourself said that it would not be stealing if you were only carrying out the wishes 
of the gods. And it cannot be called stealing if you were to take from Aietes that which does not belong 


to him so that you might return it to its proper owner." 

to him so that you might return it to its proper owner." 

Idmon raised his eyebrows and shrugged elaborately. "I should think it would be obvious," he said. 
"Does not the golden fleece rightfully belong in Iolchos? Did not the gods themselves reveal to you that it 
was so? And was not the ram itself, from which the fleece came, given to Nephele? As I recall the story, 
she sent the ram to carry Phrixus and Helle out of danger, but the story makes no mention of her giving 
the ram to them. For all we know, she must have told it to return to her so that she would know that 
Phrixus and Helle had reached safety. How was she to know the ram would die? With Nephele's own 
death, her possessions would have passed on to her children, but with both her children dead now, it is 
clear that the next of kin stand to inherit and that would have been your father, Aeson. But now, with 
your father gone, you are the next of kin, so the golden fleece rightfully belongs to you. Surely, a man 
cannot steal that which already belongs to him!" 

Steiger stared at Idmon. "Good God," he said softly, so that only Andre and Delaney heard. "Now I 
know what happened to the soothsaying profession. They all became attorneys." 

Jason slapped his hand down on the table. "Of course!" he said. "What could I have been thinking of? 
Rather than being a thief, I am the victim of a theft! How could a man steal what rightfully belongs to 
him? What nonsense! The golden fleece belongs to me by rights of inheritance! Lead on, Medea! Take 
us to the Sacred Grove of Ares! I must reclaim my property!" 

Medea looked at Idmon with obvious relief and the agents looked at him with new respect. 

"Maybe we can take him back with us," Delaney said to Steiger as they followed the others through the 
secret doorway. "Can you imagine an attorney with precognitive abilities?" 

"That's too scary even to think about," said Steiger. 

They followed Medea down the passageway, which ran parallel to the corridor beyond the wall and then 
around the hall to the opposite wing of the palace. 

"We must first tell Chalciope to send men to help your friends and prepare her own escape. She has had 
it arranged for quite some time now, but was only awaiting the opportunity. Now will be her chance to go 
and join her sons. Then they can indeed gather an army to march against our father and Kovalos, but by 
then, I will be with you in Iolchos." She gave Jason such a look that he almost grabbed her on the spot, 
but she held him off and said there would be time enough for them during the voyage back to Iolchos. 
"For now, we must arrange to set your friends free so they can make your ship ready to depart the 
moment we come back with the golden fleece." 

"It would be best for one of us to accompany the men Chalciope will send to help our friends," said 
Idmon. "That way, they will not think it may be a trap. Theseus, perhaps you should be the one to go. 
There may be fighting if anything goes wrong and you would be sorely needed. The rest of us will remain 
behind with Jason and Medea." 

"Yes, that would be wise," said Jason. "Go, Theseus, and tell Hercules our plan. We will all meet at the 
ship before dawn." 

They met Chalciope and left Theseus with her and several of the soldiers who had served under Phrixus. 
Their plan called for disguising Theseus as one of the soldiers and then marching together in a group to 


the barracks where the Argonauts were being kept, with "orders from Kovalos" to release them so that 
they could be escorted to their ship and sent back home with a ransom demand for Jason and Theseus. 
Holding kings for ransom was something the mercenaries would understand. Meanwhile, Theseus would 
warn Hercules and the others to go along with the ruse. Once they were free, their only danger would be 
running into Kovalos and the soldiers who were out searching for the Argo. Theseus was to tell them to 
stay hidden unless Kovalos found the Argo, in which case their only choice would be to fight, though they 
would stand a better chance at night, out in the open. 

the barracks where the Argonauts were being kept, with "orders from Kovalos" to release them so that 
they could be escorted to their ship and sent back home with a ransom demand for Jason and Theseus. 
Holding kings for ransom was something the mercenaries would understand. Meanwhile, Theseus would 
warn Hercules and the others to go along with the ruse. Once they were free, their only danger would be 
running into Kovalos and the soldiers who were out searching for the Argo. Theseus was to tell them to 
stay hidden unless Kovalos found the Argo, in which case their only choice would be to fight, though they 
would stand a better chance at night, out in the open. 

Medea used a torch to light their way through the damp stone caves until they came out into the open, far 
below the palace and the city. They were in the thickly wooded foothills and the full moon hung in a 
cloudless sky above them. Just below them was a trail which led into the woods. 

"That path leads to the Sacred Grove of Ares," said Medea. "The only way to reach it is through the 
caverns, as we came. Only my father and the high priests and priestesses know the way, as it is they who 
bring the golden fleece into the palace for occasions of importance and then return it to the Sacred 
Grove." 

"Yet you knew the way," said Jason. 

"Because I am the High Priestess of Hecate," said Medea. "In bringing you here, I have profaned against 
the goddess. If we are caught, it means my death." 

"Are there guards posted at the Sacred Grove?" asked Jason. "Or is it watched only by priests?" 

"There are no guards and there are no priests," Medea said, "but the golden fleece is watched over by a 
dragon." 

"A dragon!" Jason said. "You did not mention this before!" 

"No?" said Medea, a touch uncomfortably. "Well, perhaps I had forgotten." 

"How could you forget a dragon?" 

"I-I don't know. I suppose that in all my concern for your safety and for the safety of my sister and your 
men, it must have simply slipped my mind." 

"By the gods," said Jason, "a dragon! This changes things!" 

"It is too late for things to change," Medea said. "There can be no turning back, Jason. For better or for 
worse, I have cast my lot with you. The only way out is through the caverns. You would not find your 
way without me and I cannot return now. The only way to go is forward, down that trail. It is the only 
way. To reach your ship, you will have to take that trail to the river at the bottom of the ravine and the 
trail passes through the Sacred Grove of Ares." 

"I see," said Jason. "So there is no going back and there is no way to avoid the dragon. I think, Medea, 
you did not forget about the dragon. I think you never meant to tell us until now." 

"Very well," Medea said, looking down at the ground, "I was afraid to tell you." She looked up at him 
beseechingly. "I know it was wrong, but I was afraid that your courage may have failed you. Where 
would that have left me? I would have been forced to remain here and marry that detestable Kovalos! I 


have risked everything for you! The golden fleece will make you a great king in Iolchos and you shall 
have me in the bargain. Losing it will serve my father right for promising me to that common mercenary!" 

have risked everything for you! The golden fleece will make you a great king in Iolchos and you shall 
have me in the bargain. Losing it will serve my father right for promising me to that common mercenary!" 

"Then you will see one soon," Medea said. "To a man such as yourself, a dragon is no obstacle! Come, 
we must go quickly if we are to meet your friends by dawn." She grabbed Jason by the arm and started 
pulling him toward the trail. 

"I fear that Jason will have two dragons to contend with," Idmon said. "If he can slay the first, the second 
will take him for a husband." 

"Have you ever seen a dragon, Idmon?" asked Delaney. 

"I confess that I have not," the soothsayer said. "Indeed, I had not thought that there really were such 
creatures, but we have seen so many wonders on this voyage that a dragon somehow comes as no 
surprise. It is a pity we have left Hercules behind." He closed his eyes and stood very still for a moment. 
"How large do dragons grow, I wonder?" 

The agents exchanged nervous glances. 

"Does your intuition tell you something, Idmon?" said Delaney. 

Idmon sighed. "It is a most vexing and peculiar gift," he said, "not very dependable at all, I am afraid. Just 
now, I had a presentiment that this dragon may not be a large one. Yet there still remains a question to 
which I have no answer. What is small for a dragon?" 

11 


"How do your priests deal with this dragon when they come to the grove?" asked Jason. 

"They mix a potion into its food which puts it to sleep for a time," Medea said. 

"Can we not also use this potion?" Jason asked. 

"I fear not," said Medea. "Only the High Priest of Ares administers this potion and only he knows how to 
mix it. It is his sacred trust and I could not ask him for it without arousing his suspicion. You shall have to 
kill the dragon before we can get the golden fleece. You can do it, Jason. I know you can." 

Jason sighed. "Yes, but does the dragon know?" 

The well-worn narrow pathway took them down a rocky slope, through a dense thicket of birch trees. 
They had to proceed in single file until the trail widened and brought them to a large clearing. They 
entered the Sacred Grove by passing between two large boulders which had long ago fallen from the 
heights above. The rock-strewn clearing was roughly circular in shape and about thirty yards in diameter. 
A number of stone altars ringed its circumference, each with a small bowel-shaped sink carved into it. 
Each of these sinks held pitch and there were large urns on either side of each stone altar which held oil 


and incense. Near the entrance to the grove stood two braziers which were always kept burning. 

and incense. Near the entrance to the grove stood two braziers which were always kept burning. 

Medea lit a torch from one of the burning braziers and started to light the pitch bowels in the altars near 
them. As the crackling flames leaped up, the dark mass hanging from the lower tree limb reflected the 
firelight in a metallic, golden glow. 

"The golden fleece," said Jason, softly. As Medea poured scented oil on the flames to make them burn 
more brightly, there was a rustling at the foot of the huge tree and what looked like a mound of earth 
started to move. The dark shape came at them quickly, moving with an ungainly, splayfooted motion that 
was deceptively fast. It charged them and stopped with an abrupt jerk about twenty feet away, making 
hissing and snapping noises. It resembled a small prehistoric reptile, a dinosaur from the Mesozoic era. It 
was thirty feet long from its head to the tip of its tail. They had scattered when it charged them, but they 
recovered when they saw that the creature could not come any closer. It strained at them, but a long 
heavy chain fastened to the tree held it back. 

"It really is a dragon!" Andre said. 

"It's a monitor lizard," said Steiger, staring at the creature. "Also known as a Komodo dragon. I've seen 
them before in Indochina, but not as big as this." 

"Is it dangerous?" asked Andre. 

"Oh, yes," Steiger said. "Komodo dragons are carnivorous. They'll eat wild pigs and deer. They could kill 
a man. This one is certainly large enough. I don't think it does too well in this climate, though. Probably 
makes it sluggish." 

"It doesn't seem all that sluggish to me," said Delaney, apprehensively. 

Jason stood with his back against the rock, his sword held out before him, his gaze riveted to the lizard as 
its long tongue lashed out repeatedly. 

"Kill it!" yelled Medea, crouching behind one of the stone altars. "Kill it, Jason! Quickly!" 

"There is no need for haste," said Jason. "The chain holds it fast. Does it breathe fire?" 

"I have never seen it do so," said Medea, uncertainly. 

Steiger nocked an arrow to his bow. 

"That will serve no purpose," said Medea. "It cannot be killed in such a manner. Arrows cannot pierce its 
hide." 

"Who told you that?" said Steiger. He pulled the bow back to his ear and let the arrow fly. It struck the 
lizard in the throat, penetrating deeply. The lizard thrashed, making hissing, rasping noises. He fired 
another arrow into its eye and the creature fell. It twitched several times and then lay still. 

"But my father told us all that the dragon was impervious to arrows!" cried Medea. 

Steiger shrugged. "Your father lied." 

Medea flew into a rage. "Oh, how I hate him! I can draw a bow as well as any man! Had I but known 


it was so simple, I could have slain the beast myself!" 

it was so simple, I could have slain the beast myself!" 

"You did nothing!" said Medea, turning on Jason. "You merely stood there while your friend dispatched 
the beast!" 

"I took you at your word when you said that arrows would not pierce its flesh," Jason said. "I was 
thinking how to kill the creature when Creon put an arrow in its throat." 

"You were afraid!" Medea said. 

"I was not afraid!" 

He carefully walked in a wide circle around the dragon and approached the tree. He stretched his arm 
out to pull down the fleece, but it would not budge. He grabbed it with both hands and pulled again. It 
moved a little, but still remained draped over the tree limb. With a curse, he put all his weight on it and 
the fleece abruptly came down. Jason fell and the golden fleece came down on top of him, pinning him to 
the ground. He struggled to get up, but could not move. 

"Fabius! Creon! Help me!" 

Delaney bent down over the fleece. "Jesus Christ," he said. "It weighs a ton!" He grunted and pulled it off 
Jason. "I'll be damned," he said, looking at the fleece. "It really is gold!" 

"Yes, exquisite craftsmanship, wouldn't you say?" 

Steiger spun around. "Who said that?" The voice had spoken in English and there was something about it 
that was unpleasantly familiar. 

A tall figure in a long, hooded cloak came out from behind one of the stone altars on the far side of the 
clearing. A plasma pistol was held in his right hand. With his left hand, he reached up and pulled back the 
hood which concealed his face. His dark complected Slavic features were handsome, marred only by the 
long scar that ran from beneath his left eye, across his cheekbone and down to the corner of his mouth. A 
thick shock of curly black hair gave him a Byronic aspect and his bright green eyes stared at them 
mockingly. "Drakov!" said Andre. 

"Who are you?" said Medea. "Where did you come from?" 

"That need not concern you," Nikolai Drakov said to her in her own language. 

"It concerns me!" said Jason, moving toward Drakov with his sword raised. Drakov fired a plasma 
charge at the ground in front of Jason. The white hot blast burst into blue flame on the rocks. Jason 
leaped back with a cry. 

"Think twice before you raise your sword against a god, Jason of Iolchos," Drakov told him. "That was 
merely a warning. I have no wish to harm you, but if you attempt to interfere, the next ball of fire will not 
miss you." He looked at the agents, smiled and switched to English. "The same applies to the three of 
you, of course." 

"I should have known," Delaney said. "I should have known we'd be running into you again." 

"Yes, we do meet in the oddest places, don't we, Mr. Delaney?" Drakov said. "By the way, allow me to 


convey my belated condolences on the death of Lt. Col. Priest. He was a worthy adversary. A pity I was 
cheated of my chance to kill him. However, I see his place has been taken by my old friend Martingale. 
Or is it Sharif Khan? Tell me, am I allowed to know your real name or will you present me with yet 
another alias?" 

convey my belated condolences on the death of Lt. Col. Priest. He was a worthy adversary. A pity I was 
cheated of my chance to kill him. However, I see his place has been taken by my old friend Martingale. 
Or is it Sharif Khan? Tell me, am I allowed to know your real name or will you present me with yet 
another alias?" 

"A situation you're finally going to remedy, I suppose," said Steiger. 

"What, kill you, you mean? Indeed, not. It would upset my plans somewhat if I were to kill you now. 
Besides, it wouldn't be very sporting with you three armed only with those primitive weapons and 
dressed in those silly skirts, although the costume looks most becoming on you, Miss Cross. No, your 
lives are safe enough," said Drakov. "At least for the time being." 

"What's this all about, Nikolai?" said Steiger. "What the hell are you doing here?" 

"Conducting a rather interesting experiment," said Drakov, "of which you three have been an integral part. 
When I sent the centaur through the confluence, I had an idea you three would be the ones to come. Of 
course, it didn't have to be you, but I'm rather pleased it was. It's made it all a great deal more amusing." 

"So it was a plot to draw us here right from the start," said Delaney. "But why? What do they hope to 
gain that could be worth the chances they're taking?" 

"By 'they,' I assume you mean your counterparts in this timeline, the Special Operations Group," said 
Drakov. "The S.O.G. has not been entirely responsible for what you've seen. In fact, they will think you 
were responsible, which is not surprising as I have gone to a good deal of trouble to encourage them in 
this belief." 

"Whose side are you on?" asked Delaney. 

"My own, of course. Admittedly, I was forced into collaboration with the Special Operations Group 
when I first stumbled into this timeline, but I have managed to improve my situation considerably since 
then. I intend to finish what I started, in spite of your previous interference. Only now with two timelines 
vulnerable to disruption, the odds of creating multiple timestream splits have increased exponentially." 

"Now everything falls into place," said Andre. "Small wonder nothing about this scenario made any sense. 
There was a lunatic behind it." 

"You do me an injustice, Miss Cross. From my point of view, it makes a great deal of sense. I have 
succeeded in playing both ends against the middle and in doing so I have managed to develop my plan 
sufficiently to escalate it into its next stage. My creatures have performed rather well, wouldn't you say?" 

"Your creatures?" asked Delaney incredulously. "Whoever made those androids had to be a genius. 
Somehow I don't think you qualify." 

Drakov pretended to look hurt. "I'm sorry you have such a low opinion of me, Mr. Delaney. However, 
you are quite correct, in at least one sense. My creatures are indeed works of genius. I did not create 
them, I merely provided the necessary inspiration and the funds. In fact, you have already met the man 
responsible. You will recall the old blind king? He was neither very old nor was he blind. He was most 
anxious to see how his harpies would respond in a field situation. But you are wrong in thinking them 
androids. They are the products of rather unusual genetic engineering." 


"I don't believe you," Steiger said. "Those women at Lemons were androids. I saw the series stampings 
on them." 

"I don't believe you," Steiger said. "Those women at Lemons were androids. I saw the series stampings 
on them." 

"Prototypes of what?" asked Steiger. 

"An entirely new form of temporal weapon," Drakov said. "Their creator calls them hominoids. They are 
genetically tailored beings made from cloned human cells and gestated in artificial wombs, then surgically 
and cybernetically augmented at various stages of their natural development. We use time travel to allow 
them to mature to the various necessary stages, then bring them back at optimal growth periods so that 
we may progress to the next developmental stage. They are natural beings, yet I suppose you could also 
call them supernatural, in a sense. Cybernetic implants make them completely programmable. 

"The Lemnos women were part of a very primitive, early run of prototypes created under the auspices of 
the Special Operations Group. It was their intention to create an army of totally expendable temporal 
soldiers, but they lacked imagination. They were content merely to create an unsophisticated sub-race of 
humans that would have been little more than cannon fodder. They were afraid to create what could 
become a competitive species. I, on the other hand, offered their creator a chance to let his imagination 
run wild and to test his talents to their limits. What scientist could resist such an opportunity? You have 
seen the results being tested in the field, partially by yourselves. The Lemnos women were only the first 
generation. The titans were the next, followed by the harpies and the centaur. Each new generation has 
proved more successful than the previous one. The next generation is even more impressive." 

"And I suppose the Special Operations Group is merely going to stand by idle while you disrupt their 
temporal continuity with your hominoids," said Delaney. 

"No, Mr. Delaney, I don't imagine they will. However, the Special Operations Group believes that your 
people are responsible. They believe that a small commando strike force carried off a successful assault 
on their Project Infiltrator laboratory complex and captured its director, along with a substantial number 
of Infiltrator prototypes and genetic culture samples. They think the Temporal Intelligence Agency is now 
in possession of Project Infiltrator. I imagine they will probably launch a massive preventive strike against 
your time-line before you can bring Infiltrator hominoids of your own on line in a significant strike against 
them. And there we have the beauty of this little situation I have engineered." 

Drakov smiled. "My plan has threatened your timeline with a strategic temporal strike. The only way you 
can prevent this strike, or at best delay it, is by helping me complete my operation here. Because if you 
successfully complete your mission, you will have added your disruptive influence to mine to create a 
significant temporal adjustment problem in this time period. That will immediately occupy a large portion 
of the Special Operations Group's attention, thereby preventing them from launching their strike before 
you can prepare for it. So, in effect, I will be helping you in the short run. But in the long run, by helping 
me, you will assist me in staging disruptions in your own timeline." He chuckled. "And there is nothing you 
can do about it. You have absolutely no choice at all." 

"He can't be right," said Andre, glancing at the others. 

Delaney clenched his teeth and swore softly. "I'm afraid he is. We can't exactly go to the opposition and 
tell them that we weren't responsible for heisting their Infiltrator Project. In the first place, they wouldn't 
believe us. And in the second place, even if they did, they couldn't afford to let us go. We'd be too 
valuable to their interrogation teams." 

"We lose out either way," Steiger said. "If we abort the mission, we leave ourselves open to the 


opposition. If we complete the mission, we'll be helping Drakov." 

opposition. If we complete the mission, we'll be helping Drakov." 

"All right, Drakov," said Delaney. "For the moment, let's assume we let you call the shots. What do you 
want?" 

"That somewhat weighty golden rug at your feet is the key to this entire scenario," said Drakov. "It is not 
the original golden fleece, but for all practical purposes, that makes no difference. The original fleece 
came from one of my creatures." He grinned. "Yes, there really was a flying ram and it was I who gave it 
to Nephele, who was no more a cloud nymph that I am a god. Aietes had the creature killed and 
skinned. It was the fleece of that creature, a sort of yellow-gold in color, which he first hung in this very 
grove. However, it soon began to rot, so he had this one made of real gold-thin gold wires fastened to 
several heavy layers of horsehide. The head is the actual skull of the original ram, covered with a thin coat 
of hammered gold. I imagine it would be almost priceless in the 27th century, even discounting its 
historical value. 

"If Jason succeeds in bringing it back with him, it will result in the downfall of King Pelias," Drakov 
continued. "However, two things stand in his way. One is that Pelias has placed a spy among the 
Argonauts. Regrettably, I have not been able to learn who that spy is. My creatures were programmed 
not to kill certain key individuals in this scenario, but there is a chance that one of those they did kill was 
the spy. Unfortunately, there is no way to know for certain. The only one who knew the spy's identity 
was the High Priest of Iolchos and he died without revealing it. It seems I underestimated my ability to 
frighten him. The thought of being chastised by a god gave the poor man a heart attack. The second 
obstacle to Jason bringing back the golden fleece is you, which was why I chose this moment to enlighten 
you. 

"You see," Drakov continued, "there never was an historical voyage of Jason and the Argonauts in this 
timeline. I made it all happen. The real Jason died along with his father, Aeson, murdered by cutthroats in 
the employ of Pelias, who now believes that his assassins bungled the job with the boy." 

"The real Jason?" Delaney said, looking at Jason, who stood alongside Idmon and Medea, watching 
them with a bewildered expression on his face as they conversed in English. 

"Yes, Mr. Delaney. It was necessary to create several hominoids to complete the mythical cast of this 
fascinating voyage. Jason is one, Hercules is the other. Neither of them realizes what he is of course. 
They were created in a laboratory and clocked back to this time period as children to be given into 
Chiron's care. And the centaur had precise instructions as to how to raise them. In that sense, the 
experiment has been wonderfully successful. We can create hominoids, place them in a temporal 
scenario, and have their development supervised by other hominoids, even in the midst of humans. All I 
need do is check on them from time to time, if you will pardon the pun. The others are all genuine, 
historical figures who would have followed slightly different paths had I not interfered. Theseus, for 
example, would never have made the voyage, but would have remained in Athens. Meleager would have 
found other challenges elsewhere. Argus would have built other vessels. I merely created a detour in their 
lives." 

"So the voyage itself is the disruption," said Delaney. "If we had sabotaged the quest, we would have 
sabotaged our own mission." 

"Which he suckered us into," Steiger added. 

"On the other hand," said Drakov, "if you help Jason fulfill his quest, you will not only succeed in 


dethroning Pelias and altering the history of this timeline, you will contribute to the fame of all the others, 
many of whom will go on to become significant historical figures in this time period. Hercules is already an 
excellent example. Reversing the effects of this voyage will be a monumental task for the Special 
Operations Group, if they can accomplish it. And chances are excellent that they have already begun. I 
have taken great pains to keep this operation secret, but due to the extent of it, it is doubtful that it has 
escaped the attention of their temporal observers. They will realize, of course, that Hercules never 
actually existed in this timeline, but they won't be able to attack the ship without endangering Theseus and 
the others, whose deaths could be significantly disruptive. And, needless to say, they will wish to capture 
you alive, if possible. I'll be interested to see how they will try it." 

dethroning Pelias and altering the history of this timeline, you will contribute to the fame of all the others, 
many of whom will go on to become significant historical figures in this time period. Hercules is already an 
excellent example. Reversing the effects of this voyage will be a monumental task for the Special 
Operations Group, if they can accomplish it. And chances are excellent that they have already begun. I 
have taken great pains to keep this operation secret, but due to the extent of it, it is doubtful that it has 
escaped the attention of their temporal observers. They will realize, of course, that Hercules never 
actually existed in this timeline, but they won't be able to attack the ship without endangering Theseus and 
the others, whose deaths could be significantly disruptive. And, needless to say, they will wish to capture 
you alive, if possible. I'll be interested to see how they will try it." 

"Precisely," Drakov said. "Isn't it amusing, Miss Cross? For once, we have a common goal. And your 
presence in this scenario diverts attention from me. Who knows, perhaps there is a way I can arrange for 
the Special Operations Group to help me do the same in your timeline. I feel rather like the hunter who 
has happened upon two stags battling for supremacy. While they are busy ramming at each other, the 
hunter bags two kills." 

He touched the warp disc on his wrist and suddenly he wasn't there anymore. 

"A god!" said Jason, in a low and reverent voice. "I have seen and spoken with a god!" 

"What tongue was that you spoke?" Medea asked. "And which god was it? What did he say to you?" 
She swallowed hard and dropped her voice. "Have we incurred their vengeance? Am I to be punished 
for what I have done?" 

Delaney improvised. "The god spoke to us in the language of our people. And he did not give his name. 
He spoke to us because you angered him, Jason, but he wishes you well upon your quest. Yet the gods 
are divided in their desires. Some of them wish for us to succeed and return to Iolchos with the golden 
fleece. Others wish for us to fail. In pleasing some, we shall anger others and there is nothing to be done." 

"That is because gods are capricious," Jason said. "Chiron taught me so. The only way to please all the 
gods together is to prevail over whatever obstacles they may set before us, so that they will deem us 
worthy." 

"It may not be wise to defy the gods," said Medea. "Some are more powerful than others." 

"And what of my throne?" said Jason. 

"One throne is as good as any other," said Medea. "You have a force of warriors behind you. We could 
seize some other kingdom, maybe just a small one in the beginning until we can increase our army, or 
perhaps we could join with my sister and march upon my father. Then we could seize the throne of Aea 
and-" 

"No!" said Jason. "I am not some freebooter who takes that which is not his by right. I want only what is 
mine! Pelias will surrender the throne of Iolchos to me or I shall have his life. That is what I have sworn 
and that is what I shall do! I will hear no more talk of seizing kingdoms. I have told you what I shall do. 
Now it is for you to decide. I will go to Iolchos with the fleece. You may come and share my fate or you 
can stay and face your father and Kovalos. Make your choice now, but do not come to me later with 
regrets." 

"I will go with you," Medea said softly, "if you will have me." 


"Done," said Jason. "We have wasted enough time. It will be dawn soon. We must hurry to join the 
others." 

"Done," said Jason. "We have wasted enough time. It will be dawn soon. We must hurry to join the 
others." 

"What do you mean?" Delaney asked. 

The soothsayer sighed. "We still have a long journey home to make and much can happen in that time." 
He nodded. "Yes, much can happen, and I have a strong feeling that much will." 

12 


They left the Sacred Grove of Ares by the trail leading from the opposite side of the clearing. It took 
them on a winding course down to the bottom of the ravine and curled around to follow the river that ran 
down from the mountains to the sea. It was a narrow path that necessitated their traveling single file along 
the riverbank, making it difficult for Jason and Delaney to carry the golden fleece. It was too heavy for 
one man to carry any distance by himself and between Jason, Steiger and Delaney, they spelled each 
other. Idmon walked ahead of them with Medea leading as they picked their way among the rocks and 
shrubs. The trail was old and clearly little used. In many places, it took them over flat rock surfaces slick 
with the water spray from the rapids. Even without the weighty burden of the golden fleece, making fast 
time would have been difficult. The sky was already growing gray by the time they left the trail along the 
riverbank and circled round roughly parallel to the coastline on a path which led down to the shore. 

"From here on, you must lead," Medea said to Jason, "as I do not know where you have hidden your 
ship." She pointed. 

"The main road to the city lies just north and to the east of here." 

"Then we must go north and to the west," said Jason. "We must keep to the shelter of the trees as much 
as possible, in case we should encounter any of Aietes' soldiers." He looked up at the sky. "The sun will 
rise soon. I had hoped to be underway by now. Theseus and the others should already be at the ship, 
unless something has gone amiss." He glanced at Idmon. "What do you see, soothsayer? Shall we put 
safely out to sea?" 

Idmon was frowning. "I do not know. But I have a strong sense of death nearby." 

"Whose death?" Medea said, frightened. 

Idmon shook his head. "I cannot tell," he said. "I only feel death's presence. Death itself, waiting in the 
shadows, hidden. Death armed and waiting to do battle." 

They walked along the shoreline, staying out of the open and away from the beach, which slowed them 
down still more. The sun was rising and starting to dispel the early morning mists by the time they neared 
the place where they had hidden the Argo. 

"Something has gone wrong," said Idmon, staring at the still hidden ship. "If the others had arrived, they 
should have uncovered the ship by now and made ready to sail." 


Medea looked bewildered. "Where is it?" 
"There," said Jason, pointing. "Hidden in the reeds." He gave a slight start. "I just saw something move!" 
He glanced at the others. "Wait here. Guard the golden fleece." 
He started to run across the open stretch toward the reed-bank where the ship was hidden. When he 


was not quite halfway to the ship, some of the reeds on board were thrown aside and Theseus leaped 
out, along with Hercules, Orpheus and several of the others. They ran toward Jason, who quickened his 
pace at the sight of them. 


"We were beginning to think you had been killed or captured," Theseus said. "What happened to the 
others?" 
"They are back there," Jason said, pointing, "with the golden fleece." 


"You have it, then!" 
"We have it!" Jason said. He turned and shouted to the others. "Come on, then! All is well! Come 
quickly!" 


"We kept the ship hidden in case there were any patrols about," said Orpheus, "but it appears that we 
have foxed them." He stared hard at the approaching party. "Who is that girl? Not Aietes' daughter!" 
"Yes, Medea," Jason said. "She is returning with us." 


"You have been busy," Orpheus said with a grin. "A throne and a queen gained at one stroke!" 
"Make ready to sail!" Theseus shouted back at the ship. Instantly, the camouflaging reeds were thrown 
aside as the Argonauts cleared the decks and started to raise the mast. "We'll be halfway back to Iolchos 
before Aietes is any the wiser!" 


"I fear not," said Idmon softly. He pointed. "Look." 
"STAND WHERE YOU ARE!" shouted Kovalos. He was seated on horseback at the head of a troop 


of cavalry on a crest some fifty yards away. In front of the mounted soldiers were several squads of 
archers, arrows nocked and bows drawn back. 
"Are we in range?" asked Idmon. 
"I'm afraid so," said Delaney. "And caught right out in the open." 
The rest of the Argonauts quickly worked to raise the mast. "The archers can pin us down until the 


cavalry rides in to finish us off," said Steiger. "We can try to make a run for it, but nobody's going to be 


moving very fast carrying the golden fleece. And whoever carries it will be their main target." 
"Th-then we sh-shall see how g-good th-their archers are," said Hercules, bending down and picking up 
the golden fleece as easily as if it were a sheepskin throw rug. 


"What is he doing?" asked Medea. Kovalos had dismounted and he now stood before the archers, both 
hands raised high over his head. His voice carried down to them as he threw his head back and shouted 
at the heavens. 


"ARISE, WARRIORS OF ARES! ARISE AND RID COLCHIS OF THE INVADERS! ARISE AND 
LIVE AGAIN!" 



"He's gone straight off his nut," said Steiger. 

"He's gone straight off his nut," said Steiger. 

"Where?" cried Jason, looking around wildly. 

"Look!" said Orpheus, pointing. 

Medea screamed. 

A hand was clawing up from beneath the ground about a dozen yards away. Near it, two more hands 
appeared like crabs scuttling out from beneath the sand, twisted fingers grasping at the air. Arms were 
sprouting from the ground like impossibly fast growing plants, thrashing around and pushing to pull the 
bodies free. A head became visible, then another, and another. Dozens of upper torsos were visible, 
arms pushing against the sand, straining to free legs. They crawled forward, pulling themselves out, 
dozens of them, to stand unsteadily on their feet like stalks of wheat swaying gently in the wind. 

"They are dead men," Orpheus said with horror. 

They stood as if in catatonic trance, bedraggled, life-sized marionettes held up by loose strings, rotted, 
decomposing flesh flapping, bones protruding, eyes encrusted or absent altogether from the vacant 
sockets, gums retreating from yellowed and blackened teeth, wisps of white-gray hair escaping from 
beneath corroded helmets. The leather armor was dry and veined with cracks like the surface of some 
long dry, sunbaked riverbed and the cloaks hung down in tatters from bony shoulders. The rusted 
noseguards of the helmets shielded nonexistent noses and the earpieces covered holes no longer graced 
by earlobes. Worms and maggots writhed in places where decayed flesh was exposed and pieces of 
once living tissue dropped down onto the sand. 

Medea could not stop screaming. Her hands were up over her ears, as if to shut out the sound of her 
own shrieks. She stood frozen to the spot, paralyzed with terror. Hercules dropped the fleece onto the 
sand and stared at the living dead with disbelief. 

"Corpses," said Jason, his voice cracking. "How does one fight corpses? How to kill that which is 
already dead?" 

"If a corpse cannot be killed," said Theseus, drawing his sword, "it can still be dismembered." 

"Remember what you said about people who don't panic?" Andre said to Finn. She nodded at Theseus. 
"There's one. You think maybe he can tell us how it's done? I just went numb all over." 

"It's Drakov," Steiger said. "That bastard's brewed himself up a bunch of zombies." 

"Cybernetically augmented," Delaney said. "Isn't that what he said? He found the ship, clocked back in 
time and buried a bunch of his hominoids out here. They died, but the cybernetics kept on working, 
sending impulses to circuits buried in the decomposing muscles or in the skeletal structure." 

"That lunatic has set us up," said Steiger. "The only way out is to do what Theseus said, dismember them 
or smash their skulls and destroy the implants. Then all we have to figure out is what to do about Kovalos 
with his archers and his cavalry. Piece of cake. Or we could run out into the water and try swimming 
back to Iolchos." 

"KILL THEM!" Kovalos screamed. 

The corpses shambled toward them slowly, dead hands pulling rusted blades from rotted scabbards. 


"Remember that emergency we were saving the warp discs for?" said Andre. "I think this is it, guys." 

"Remember that emergency we were saving the warp discs for?" said Andre. "I think this is it, guys." 

"I'm not about to be cut up by a remote controlled cadaver," Steiger said. 

He glanced over his shoulder as the main body of the Argonauts came leaping over the side of the ship to 
join the battle while a few remained behind with Argus to push the ship off from the shore and hoist the 
sail. He looked back toward the crest, where Kovalos stood watching with his soldiers. 

"We'd better do something about that group up there or no one's getting out of here," he said. 

"Fugue sequence?" said Delaney. 

"You know any other way three can take on about fifty?" Steiger said. 

"All three of us fugue clocking at once?" said Andre. "The three of us could wind up being one of us if we 
accidentally synchronize our fugue patterns. That could get real messy." 

"Don't take this personally," said Steiger, "but I have no intention of sharing my space with you. We'll use 
a three/six staggered fugue sequence, zero-three-six initiation with me first, you second and Finn third. 
Estimate your best coordinates for about fifteen to twenty yards behind our friends up there on the crest 
and make every arrow count. Got it? Now stage, and fast!" 

As the corpses tottered toward them, swords raised, Theseus gave out a yell and charged them. 
Hercules picked up the golden fleece with one arm and hoisted the hysterical Medea with the other and 
started sprinting toward the ship as the other Argonauts joined -Theseus and Jason in their charge. 

"Staged!" shouted Delaney, left wrist cocked in front of him, right hand on the control studs. 

"Staged!" shouted Andre, in a similar position. 

Several of the corpse soldiers were getting dangerously close. 

"Staged!" shouted Steiger. 

One of the corpses was less than three feet from Delaney, but he could spare no time to deal with it. It 
swung its sword down in a swift arc toward his head. 

"TIME! "yelled Steiger. 

The sword came down, but it slashed through empty space. All three of them had disappeared. 

Meleager ran a corpse through with his sword. It didn't even slow it down. It slashed at him as he pulled 
his sword free of the soggy flesh and only by falling quickly and rolling aside could he avoid the killing 
stroke. Jason parried a sword thrust, then quickly brought his blade up and around and severed a rotting 
arm from its shoulder. The arm, hand still holding the sword, fell to the ground, but the corpse kept 
coming at him. Jason ran it through. It lurched forward, impaling itself even further on the blade as its one 
remaining hand, fingers like talons, reached for Jason's throat. He batted the hand away and struck at the 
corpse's face with all his might. The head flew off and landed in the sand several feet away. As the body 
collapsed to the ground, the head continued to twitch slowly from side to side, moving with the spastic 
motion of a windup toy. 

Theseus wasted no time in engaging any one of the corpses in single combat. He moved like a whirling 
dervish, slashing quickly at one and immediately twisting away and slashing at another. Holding his sword 


with both hands as if it were an axe, he spun through the grisly army like a buzz saw, taking advantage of 
their slow "reactions" to inflict as much damage as he could to as many of them as he could, aiming 
always for the extremities and putting all his power behind every stroke, accompanying each one with a 
grunt of effort, like a butcher laying about him with a maul. 

with both hands as if it were an axe, he spun through the grisly army like a buzz saw, taking advantage of 
their slow "reactions" to inflict as much damage as he could to as many of them as he could, aiming 
always for the extremities and putting all his power behind every stroke, accompanying each one with a 
grunt of effort, like a butcher laying about him with a maul. 

Kovalos stood before them, watching as the corpses closed with the Argonauts, but when he spotted 
Hercules sprinting back toward the ship with Medea and the golden fleece, he pointed and shouted to his 
archers, "There! That one, Hercules! Shoot him down! He must not reach the ship!" 

As one of the archers shifted his aim to the massive, running figure, an arrow came whistling between the 
ranks of cavalry behind him and thudded home into the base of his skull. He toppled forward and fell 
onto the rocks below. Several of the archers had time to loose their arrows, but they had failed to 
properly estimate the speed with which Hercules ran, not thinking that a man so large could move so 
quickly, so they did not lead him well when they had aimed. When their fellow archer fell over the edge, 
they hesitated and in that time two more arrows passing between the horses behind them claimed two 
more of their number. 

The cavalry soldiers wheeled their horses as soon as they realized there was an enemy behind them, but 
instead of a force of opposing archers, they were confronted with a sight that baffled them completely. 
Several of the horsemen near the center of the formation caught what they thought was a glimpse of a 
bowman, but in the next instant, he was no longer there. Several others on the right flank caught sight of a 
woman archer pulling back her bow, but just as they were about to charge her, she seemed to vanish. 
There was a shout from the left flank of the cavalry as someone spotted yet another archer shooting at 
them, then confusion when the man who saw him found himself pointing to a spot where no one stood. 

The mercenaries of Kovalos found themselves confronted with a phenomenon beyond any 
understanding. It was the most dangerous maneuver in temporal warfare, dangerous to both the attacked 
and the attackers-fugue clocking. With the proper skill and a great deal of luck, one man using a fugue 
clocking sequence could become an army. Yet one mistake could result in utter disaster, trapping the 
temporal soldier in limbo forever in the dead zone of non-specific time or causing him to clock in at the 
exact time-space coordinates as those occupied by another mass, either living or inanimate. Several 
temporal soldiers fugue clocking at the same time, using a hastily programmed fugue sequence, could 
conceivably materialize in the same place at the same time, resulting in an instant and agonizing death. For 
temporal soldiers, the options regarding fugue clocking were clearly and rigidly defined. It was a worst 
case scenario option, a tactic of last resort. 

The three/six staggered sequence program with a zero-three-six initiation Steiger had called for was one 
of the standard drills among temporal adjustment teams. They were frightening, but necessary drills, 
necessary because in a situation that called for such a desperate maneuver, there could be no time for 
thought. The programming had to be accomplished quickly, almost by instinct, and whoever called the 
sequence was immediately and automatically in charge, not to be questioned under any circumstances. 
Later, if the team concerned survived and the tactic was found to be unnecessary, they could exercise the 
option of beating him to death. 


Three/six: Three seconds in, six seconds out. Three seconds during which to act in real time, six seconds 
spent in temporal limbo. Zero-three-six initiation: the moment all three team members were "staged," 
fugue sequence programming locked in, zero-three-six designated the initiation of the sequence for all 
three of them. On the command, "Time," the zero-designated team member would start the sequence 
with three seconds in real time, zero initiation gap. The three-designated team member would start the 
sequence with three seconds in temporal limbo, clocking in to real time the second after the 
zero-designated team member clocked out of real time for six seconds in limbo. The six-designated team 
member would begin the fugue with six seconds spent in temporal limbo, clocking in to real time the 
second after the three-designated team member clocked out, three seconds after the zero-designated 
team member had clocked out with three seconds left to spend in limbo. 

Three/six: Three seconds in, six seconds out. Three seconds during which to act in real time, six seconds 
spent in temporal limbo. Zero-three-six initiation: the moment all three team members were "staged," 
fugue sequence programming locked in, zero-three-six designated the initiation of the sequence for all 
three of them. On the command, "Time," the zero-designated team member would start the sequence 
with three seconds in real time, zero initiation gap. The three-designated team member would start the 
sequence with three seconds in temporal limbo, clocking in to real time the second after the 
zero-designated team member clocked out of real time for six seconds in limbo. The six-designated team 
member would begin the fugue with six seconds spent in temporal limbo, clocking in to real time the 
second after the three-designated team member clocked out, three seconds after the zero-designated 
team member had clocked out with three seconds left to spend in limbo. 

As Steiger began the sequence by clocking in approximately sixteen yards behind the soldiers, he aimed 
his bow quickly and fired, drawing another arrow and nocking it as he ran quickly to his right. He 
vanished into temporal limbo before taking two steps and Andre clocked in, shot her arrow, drew and 
nocked while moving and likewise disappeared. Delaney clocked in and followed the same procedure, 
clocking out as Steiger materialized already running. A quick halt, an arrow flight and the procedure was 
repeated. 

It was an exhausting, taxing strategy, leaving no room for error and almost no time in which to aim, but 
the result was that the soldiers of Kovalos were confronted with three archers who appeared in lightning 
sequence out of thin air, shot, killed, and disappeared, only to reappear elsewhere and shoot again. Their 
first response was one of confusion, then came disbelief, then the realization that they were under attack 
by what seemed to be a phantom army of bowmen, which led quickly to blind panic. Every three 
seconds, a soldier fell dead, killed by what seemed to be ghosts shooting very real arrows. After what 
they had already witnessed on the beach below them, this was too much for the soldiers. They broke and 
ran, screaming with terror, posing an immediate danger for the three temporal agents. 

Andre clocked in, her bow held ready, only to find a fleeing cavalry soldier bearing down upon her. She 
threw herself to her left and the horse missed her by inches. Delaney clocked in a fraction of a second 
before a galloping horse would have crossed the same time-space and only his forward momentum saved 
him from being trampled. The horse caught him a glancing blow and he fell spinning to the ground, 
vanishing from sight the instant that he fell. Steiger clocked in two inches in front of a running archer, who 
slammed into him at full speed. Both men fell to the ground, stunned, but only one of them remained 
there. 

The archer was not as badly stunned as Steiger and he started to get back to his feet almost at once, 
looking all about him to see what he had run into and seeing nothing. Thinking he had been felled by an 
invisible opponent, he drew his sword and swung it all around him, then promptly tripped and fell as 
Steiger's prone body materialized between his legs. The archer screamed, dropped his sword and came 
as close as a man could come to breaking light speed. 

Hercules ran hard, heedless of the arrows raining down upon him. He reached the Argo, flung the golden 
fleece on board one-armed and then unceremoniously hoisted Medea up over his head and tossed her 
into the waiting arms of Argus. He tossed her a bit too hard and Argus suddenly found himself flat on his 


back upon the deck, pinned down by an hysterical female. He dislodged her and dragged her to her feet 
and shook her, but she kept right on screaming. Unable to think of what else to do, Argus gave her a 
stinging slap across the face. The screams stopped instantly and for a moment her eyes went out of focus, 
then they went wide with shock and outrage. 

back upon the deck, pinned down by an hysterical female. He dislodged her and dragged her to her feet 
and shook her, but she kept right on screaming. Unable to think of what else to do, Argus gave her a 
stinging slap across the face. The screams stopped instantly and for a moment her eyes went out of focus, 
then they went wide with shock and outrage. 

"If one needs any proof of the capricious nature of the gods," muttered Argus, "one need only look at 
women." He drew back his fist and slammed it right into her jaw. She fell to the deck like a stone. "Do 
something with her!" Argus said to Hylas, then ran back to the tiller as the boy started to drag her 
unconscious body across the deck, out of the way. 

Having disposed of Medea and the golden fleece, Hercules ran back to join the battle. The corpse 
soldiers were not as quick in their movements as were the Argonauts, but they were relentless. The 
Argonauts ran them through again and again, but still they kept on coming. A number of the corpses were 
riddled with arrows shot by several of the Argonauts, but they were undeterred and they continued 
pressing their frightening assault, moving forward slowly in a jerking manner and slashing spasmodically 
with their swords. Several of the Argonauts had fallen. Even more of the corpses had fallen, but they still 
kept on, dragging themselves across the sand. Only those that had their skulls split or their heads 
knocked off lay still, but the Argonauts were steadily being pressed back toward the sea. Hercules didn't 
even bother to draw his sword. He plunged into the battle, swinging both fists like bludgeons and rallying 
the Argonauts as heads popped off the necks of corpses with each blow. Belatedly realizing the 
effectiveness of the technique, the Argonauts aimed for the heads of the dead bodies and the tide of the 
battle began to turn. The beach around them resembled an explosion in a pathology lab. Argus had 
succeeded in pushing the ship away from shore and he now shouted to the remaining Argonauts to get on 
board. A number of them felled their lifeless opponents and turned to sprint across the beach and into the 
water, striking out for the ship. 

Steiger felt as if he had slammed into a tree. He shook his head and tried to get his eyes to focus. They 
focused on Kovalos, crouching over him, and on the business end of a plasma pistol pointed directly at 
his face. Still groggy, Steiger counted three seconds. When he didn't dematerialize, he realized the fugue 
program had run its course. He also realized that he was in serious trouble. 

"Drop the bows or your partner's had it!" said Kovalos, speaking in English. "And keep your hands away 
from those bracelets!" 

Andre and Finn hesitated, then dropped their bows down on the ground. 

"The quivers, too," Kovalos said. "And then the swords." 

"Special Operations Group, I take it," Steiger said. 

"Just lie very still, friend," said Kovalos. "I've still got your two partners to deliver to Interrogation. I don't 
really need you. You so much as twitch an eyebrow and you're dead." 

"And so are you," said Steiger. 

"Like hell," Kovalos said. "If you people had any serious weapons, you would've used them. You got 
screwed by your own cover. You think your friends can pick up their bows and fit their arrows faster 
than I can squeeze this trigger?" 


"Man's got a point," Delaney said. "Okay, Mister, it's your move. What's the deal?" 

"Man's got a point," Delaney said. "Okay, Mister, it's your move. What's the deal?" 

Infiltrator and its director." 
"The psych teams will get everything they need out of you," Kovalos said. 
"I don't doubt that," Delaney said. "Only by then, it'll be too late for the information to do them any good. 


And it won't get you any points. What's your rank? Lieutenant? Captain? There'd be a nice promotion 
and a commendation in it for you if you turned up information that could lead your adjustment team to 
your missing Infiltrator Project." 

"That's your offer?" said Kovalos. "You'd sell out your own people?" 
"No," Delaney said. "My people haven't got it. It's probably right under your noses and you don't know 


to look in the right place. Believe me, I'd rather the Special Operations Group had it back than leave it in 
the hands of the man who's got it now." 
"That's a poor stall, friend, and it won't work," said Kovalos. 
"Pity," said Drakov, from behind him, "he's telling the truth, you know." 
Kovalos spun around, but he wasn't quick enough. Drakov fired point-blank into his chest and Kovalos 


screamed as the plasma enveloped him in an aura of blue flame. Steiger scrambled for the weapon that 
Kovalos had dropped. "I wouldn't," Drakov said, aiming his pistol at Steiger. Steiger held Kovalos' pistol 
pointed at Drakov. "One of us won't make it," he said. 

Both Finn and Andre had recovered their bows and they held them drawn, aimed directly at Drakov. 
"Arrows are just as effective as a plasma pistol at this distance," said Delaney. 
"True," said Drakov, "but before you demonstrate that point, you might wish to take a glance behind 


you." 
"Give it up, Drakov," said Delaney. "That one's as old as-" 
"Finn ..." said Steiger, his gaze fixed on a point behind and above them. 
Delaney saw the expression on his face and looked behind him. His gaze slowly traveled up until his head 


was back as far as it would go. 


"Finn?" said Andre, still covering Drakov with her bow, not taking her eyes off him for an instant. "What 
is it?" 
"You don't want to know," Delaney said. 
Staring down at him was a huge, impassive metal face. The bronze colossus towered above them like a 


skyscraper, the chiseled features beneath the war helmet expressionless, the solid bronze orbs that were 
the eyes motionless, fixed upon him by the forward inclination of the head. The bronze shield was about 
twenty-five feet in diameter and the bronze sword was large enough to demolish a small building with one 
stroke. 


"I could not resist the final touch," said Drakov. "What is the myth of Jason and the Argonauts without 
Talos, the bronze giant?" 

"I could not resist the final touch," said Drakov. "What is the myth of Jason and the Argonauts without 
Talos, the bronze giant?" 

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"I'm disappointed in you, Mr. Delaney," Drakov said, mockingly. "Here I am helping you complete your 
mission and you were going to sell me out." 

"Some help," Delaney said. 

Andre was staring up at the immobile bronze giant. "You made this?" she said. 

"I thought you'd be impressed," said Drakov. "Actually, an old friend directed the construction process. 
The laborers who performed the bulk of the less sophisticated tasks thought they were working for 
Hephaestus, the Greek god of the fire and the forge. Santos found it all very amusing, being a god." 

"Santos Benedetto?" asked Steiger. 

"The last of the Timekeepers," Drakov said, "except for myself, of course. If you care to wave hello, he's 
sitting up there in the helmet, at the controls of what I believe is the largest robot ever built. As I told you 
once before, the game continues. And we are still a long way from the endgame. The problem is what to 
do about you in the meantime." 

Drakov glanced out over the water at the Argo, receding in the distance. "I'm afraid you've missed your 
ship. No doubt they think you died here on the beach. Pity. That will make it difficult to explain your 
reappearance." 

He looked sharply at Andre. "Please, Miss Cross, leave your hands exactly where they are. If you make 
one more move toward your warp disc, I shall have to kill you and I would prefer it if you stayed alive 
awhile longer." 

"Why? "she said. 

"Because a quick death for you would provide me with little satisfaction. I have far more interesting plans 
for your demise. You can imagine how alarmed I was when I realized that the Special Operations Group 
was about to cheat me of my revenge. Interesting how they used the hominoids as preprogrammed 
zombies. Very creative. It never occurred to me that their cybernetic augmentation could allow them 
some limited function after their organic life processes had ceased." 

"We thought you were responsible," said Steiger. 

"An understandable mistake," said Drakov. He looked down at what was left of Kovalos. "Clever fellow, 
whoever he was. Apparently, he decided that since you were using the myth to create your disruption, 
he'd also use it to eliminate the threat. The idea might well have worked, only he underestimated the 
Argonauts. They didn't panic. An admirable man, that Theseus. Utterly fearless. Now, Miss Cross, if you 
would be so kind, please raise your left hand high overhead and remain completely motionless." 

He gestured at her with the plasma pistol and she complied. A huge shadow fell over them as the bronze 


robot slowly bent at the waist, reaching down with a huge hand that closed around Andre's body so only 
her head and shoulders and her raised left arm, with the warp disc bracelet on her wrist, were free. 

robot slowly bent at the waist, reaching down with a huge hand that closed around Andre's body so only 
her head and shoulders and her raised left arm, with the warp disc bracelet on her wrist, were free. 

They did as they were told and Drakov carefully removed each of their warp discs, then stepped back. 
He looked up at Benedetto, out of sight inside the robot, and nodded. The giant fist opened, releasing 
Andre. "Now, Miss Cross, carefully remove your own disc and toss it here. Don't try to clock out or you 
will force me to kill your friends." 

Slowly, Andre removed her warp disc and threw it down at Drakov's feet. He bent down, keeping his 
eyes on them, and picked it up. 

"Thank you. Now turn around, please." 

They turned and faced the robot. There was a loud metallic click and then a low whine as a small door 
opened just beneath the giant's right ankle. 

"After you," said Drakov. 

One at a time, they went through the door into the giant robot's foot and Drakov followed them, carefully 
allowing some distance between them. He had learned the hard way once before that the temporal agents 
were far from helpless without their warp discs. He didn't take his eyes off them for a second, which was 
why he failed to see two figures sprint toward the bronze giant and slip through the small door behind him 
just before it closed. 

They climbed up the metal stairs past a number of landings beside the complex hydraulics in the robot's 
joints and into the giant's face. They came out through an opening in the floor into a carpeted room 
containing several beds and a number of bookshelves. With the exception of the monitor screens and 
several banks of electronic equipment, the inside of the giant's face resembled the bedroom of some 19th 
century English gentleman, complete with sideboard and gasogene, as well as several oil paintings. There 
was something of a shipboard flavor about the room as well in the way that everything was secured so 
that it would not be displaced by movement. Drakov had the ability to move through time at will, but he 
had never been able to abandon the aesthetic sensibilities of the late 19th century, the time from which he 
came. 

Above them was an open space, domed at the top of the giant's war helmet and ringed by a metal 
catwalk. Looking up, they could see the control station of the robot, with Santos Benedetto seated 
before a large monitor screen and instrument panel. He got up from his chair, walked over to the edge of 
the catwalk and stood looking down at them with his hands resting on the guardrail. Above him, 
suspended below the domed ceiling, was a V-20 temporal transponder, the largest size in the 
classification of warp discs, part of a shipment Drakov's time pirates had hijacked from the top security 
manufacturing facility of Amalgamated Techtronics. Drakov had once used a similar disc to equip a 
Soviet nuclear submarine for time travel. Now, it performed the same function for the robot inspired by 
Talos, the bronze giant of Greek mythology. 

"It seems to be old home week," Benedetto said, looking down at them and grinning wolfishly. He 
looked older and even thinner, but beyond that, he hadn't changed. He still dressed habitually in black 
and his sharp features and neatly trimmed black beard gave him the look of a Renaissance assassin. His 


knowledge of cybernetics combined with his training in psycho-conditioning made him doubly dangerous 
and he had no scruples whatsoever. Once a passionate moralist, a scientist who had enlisted in the 
Temporal Preservation League out of a genuine concern over the Time Wars, he had gravitated toward 
the radical militants who had made up the Timekeepers. Terrorism had destroyed his ethics and he was 
reborn a consummate cynic without any hope or optimism. Drakov conceived his mad plans in deadly 
earnest, but to Benedetto, they were merely fascinating games, complex entertainments for his jaded 
appetites. 

knowledge of cybernetics combined with his training in psycho-conditioning made him doubly dangerous 
and he had no scruples whatsoever. Once a passionate moralist, a scientist who had enlisted in the 
Temporal Preservation League out of a genuine concern over the Time Wars, he had gravitated toward 
the radical militants who had made up the Timekeepers. Terrorism had destroyed his ethics and he was 
reborn a consummate cynic without any hope or optimism. Drakov conceived his mad plans in deadly 
earnest, but to Benedetto, they were merely fascinating games, complex entertainments for his jaded 
appetites. 

"Before or after we take care of our intruders?" Benedetto asked. 

"Our guests will accompany us," said Drakov. "I think they'd enjoy meeting the professor." 

"I wasn't referring to our commando friends," said Benedetto. "I meant the two men who came in after 
you." 

Drakov glanced up at him sharply. " What two men?" 

"Really, Nikolai," said Benedetto, "you're becoming careless. Two men managed to slip inside before I 
could close the door. Talos isn't exactly state-of-the-art design, you know. Certain operations are 
cumbersome and they take some time. I told you we should have used nysteel construction." 

"Translocate, Santos! Immediately!" 

"As you wish." 

He turned around and returned to the controls. A moment later, the V-20 warp disc suspended overhead 
started to glow. Drakov motioned the three agents over to the bed and indicated for them to sit down, 
then he sat in a chair across from them, in a position where he could keep them covered and at the same 
time observe the opening in the floor. 

"If we've been penetrated by agents of the Special Operations Group," he said, tensely, "things might 
become a bit more interesting than I care for. We'll be better able to deal with the threat when we reach 
our home base." 

"Our home base?" said Finn. 

"Certainly," said Drakov. He smiled. "We are working together in this venture, are we not?" 

"Where is 'our' home base?" said Andre. 

"On a small island in this very time period, Miss Cross," said Drakov. "We shall arrive at the Greek 
islands well ahead of your former shipmates." 

"How do you manage to hide a robot of this size on a small Greek island?" asked Delaney. 

Drakov smiled. "I don't bother to try. I keep Talos right out in the open, standing astride the entrance to 
the harbor of Rhodes." 

"The Colossus of Rhodes," said Steiger. "One of the ancient wonders of the world. Very nice. Only how 
does the population of the island react when he disappears every now and then?" 

"They never notice," Drakov said. "A careful log is kept of each temporal transition Talos makes. We 
merely clock back in a fraction of a second after we have left." He frowned. "Whoever our friends below 


are, they are apparently hesitant to join us. They think to catch us as we go back down. So much the 
better. They will shortly find themselves caught squarely in the middle.." 

are, they are apparently hesitant to join us. They think to catch us as we go back down. So much the 
better. They will shortly find themselves caught squarely in the middle.." 

Drakov smiled. "You shall see. Santos, have we arrived?" 

"We're here," said Benedetto, from above them. "I've got the hominoids standing by. Want I should let 
them in?" 

"By all means," said Drakov. "We mustn't keep our two guests downstairs waiting." 

Benedetto threw several levers and opened the door in the giant's ankle. 

"This should prove to be amusing," Drakov said. He beckoned them to the opening in the floor with his 
pistol. "Why don't you lead the way?" 

Delaney went down first, followed by Steiger and then Andre. Drakov went behind them, keeping them 
covered with his pistol. Benedetto remained behind. They descended the metal stair to the landing inside 
the hollow of the giant's chest. Below them, they could hear the sounds of battle. The report of plasma 
weapons being fired echoed up to them, accompanied by the screams of frenzied hominoids attacking the 
two men below them. Steiger ventured a quick glance over the metal guardrail. Below him, the interior of 
the robot lit up several times with the reflections of plasma blasts and he could see blue flame down there 
as figures burned, but as those who pressed the two intruders died, others replaced them. They heard 
more screaming and shouts and then the sound of booted feet on metal as someone came running up the 
steps toward them, moving fast. 

"Drakov!" shouted Delaney. "We're going to have company in a minute." 

"I can hear," said Drakov, calmly. 

"So what the hell are we supposed to fight with?" said Delaney. 

"Think positive, Mr. Delaney," Drakov said. "Perhaps my hominoids will catch up with whoever it is and 
kill them before they reach you. If not, why then you'll have to use your ingenuity. Don't be concerned, I'll 
cover you." 

"Somehow I don't find that very reassuring," said Delaney. He glanced back at Steiger and Andre. 

"Nowhere to go," said Steiger. "Someone's coming up toward us with plasma weapons and Drakov's 
behind us with a plasma pistol of his own. We're caught between a rock and a hard place." He glanced 
over the side. "And it's a long way down." 

The running footsteps came closer, followed by the sounds of others pursuing from below. There were 
no more plasma blasts. Whoever was coming toward them wasn't wasting any time stopping to fire at 
those below. 

"They're coming fast," Delaney said, tensely. 

A figure came running up onto the landing just below them. Drakov fired over their heads and the heat of 
the plasma blast singed their hair as it passed above them and slammed into the inside wall of the robot, 
just ahead of the running man below them. He jerked back from the wash of flame as melted bronze 
dripped down the wall and the superheated guardrail just ahead of him started to sag. 


"Drop your weapon!" Drakov shouted. 

"Drop your weapon!" Drakov shouted. 

"My God, "he said. 

"Drop it, I said!" Drakov repeated. 

The pistol clattered to the metal floor of the landing, bounced, and skittered over the side to fall to the 
bottom of the robot's leg. Drakov kept his pistol pointed at the man, but it was Delaney that the soldier 
stared at. 

"Jesus Christ," said Delaney, softly, staring at the man's face. 

Andre didn't say a thing. She stood frozen to the spot, speechless, staring at the face of a man who 
couldn't possibly be alive, the face of Lt. Reese Hunter. 

"The sight of you took about ten years off my life," said Hunter. "I saw you killed, torn to pieces, then 
some thirty seconds later, there you were standing right in front of me." 

They were locked in a room in the cellar of Drakov's palace on the island of Rhodes. They were in 
almost total darkness, with the only light coming from a small barred window high above them, level with 
the ground outside. The window was out of their reach and too small to squeeze through, even if they 
could have reached it and defeated the iron bars. 

The man who spoke, addressing his comments to Delaney, was Reese Hunter, and yet he wasn't Hunter. 
The Reese Hunter Finn and Andre knew had been killed in 17th century Paris, assassinated by the 
Timekeepers. This was his doppelganger, his twin from the future of the congruent universe. The face, the 
name, everything about him was the same, except that he was a captain in the S.O.G., the Special 
Operations Group of the Temporal Army of the congruent universe, their elite commando force assigned 
to deal with temporal disruptions, specifically to conduct the war against the universe from which the 
temporal agents came. They knew him, and yet they didn't know him. And he "knew" them, as well. 

Finn Delaney's twin had been a member of the adjustment team, along with Captain Hunter, commanded 
by Major Kennedy, the man the temporal agents had known as Kovalos. They had been attempting to 
adjust the temporal disruption, thinking that the temporal agents were responsible, never suspecting that 
Drakov was behind it all. They had clocked several teams back and now only Hunter was left. 

"Kennedy was going to signal the assault the moment the Infiltrators we had buried on the beach engaged 
the Argonauts," said Hunter. "We were going to hit from both sides. We were waiting for his signal when 
all hell broke loose. That damn giant robot clocked in right on top of us." He took a ragged breath. "The 
poor bastards were crushed. Finn and I were the only ones who got away. We tried to get back to 
Kennedy, up on the crest, and clocked in just in time to see him buy it. We couldn't see your faces from 
where we were. We didn't know what the hell was happening. We had no idea what Drakov was doing 
here. He was supposed to be working for us. Last time I saw him, he was updating the C.I.S. archives." 

"C.I.S.?" asked Steiger. 

"Counter-Insurgency Section," Hunter said. "New branch of our Intelligence service." 

"The ones in charge of intelligence concerning us," said Andre. 


Hunter nodded. "Anyway, we were trying to figure our next move when Drakov herded you three inside 
the robot. The minute I saw that, I knew he was the one responsible for hitting us, not you people. And 
we still didn't know who you were. Delaney decided to make a try for the door before it closed. Worst 
damn decision that fool ever made." He glanced at Finn. "Nothing personal." 

Hunter nodded. "Anyway, we were trying to figure our next move when Drakov herded you three inside 
the robot. The minute I saw that, I knew he was the one responsible for hitting us, not you people. And 
we still didn't know who you were. Delaney decided to make a try for the door before it closed. Worst 
damn decision that fool ever made." He glanced at Finn. "Nothing personal." 

Hunter leaned back against the wall and gave out a small groan. "Damn. Everything went wrong. We 
were going to jump you people as you came back down. We thought there was a chance we might have 
been spotted, but we figured what the hell, you had to get by us anyway, so it was worth a shot. We 
never put it together that Drakov was the one who stole the Infiltrator Project. The next thing we knew, 
that door was sliding open and they were coming in behind us, rushing up the stairs like an army of ants. 
We fired and fired and they just kept on coming. Delaney ran out of plasma charges and they got him. 
Tore him apart with their bare hands. I never saw anything like it." 

Delaney shuddered at the thought of his twin from the congruent universe being slaughtered while he was 
standing on the stairs just overhead. 

"I would've burned him to save him from that agony," Hunter went on, "only I had run out of charges, 
too. There was only one way left to go and that was up. I had an empty gun, but I thought maybe I'd 
have a chance to bluff you and get those horrors called off. And then I ran smack dab into you. I thought 
I was hallucinating. Christ, you're his spitting image. And Andre. Jesus, you were dead as well, and there 
you were." 

"What happened to 'me' in this universe?" Andre asked, hesitantly. 

"You bought it on an adjustment mission," Hunted said. "Priest never got over it." 

"Lucas?" Andre said, feeling as if a cold hand were closing around her insides. 

"Your husband," Hunter said. "Or rather, her husband. Our Andre Cross, that is. Only she wasn't Andre 
Cross in our timeline. Her name was Andre de la Croix." 

Andre swallowed hard. "That used to be my name," she said. "I changed it." 

Hunter nodded. "Hell of a thing, isn't it? And you have a Lucas Priest, as well?" 

"Had," Delaney said. "He died on our last mission." 

"So did ours," said Hunter. "He was waiting for it, I guess. He never came back from the last one. From 
what I heard, it was a real killer. You people got us good." 

Delaney had no response. What could he say, that he was sorry? The situation was difficult enough as it 
was without his telling Hunter that he was the one who had killed their Lucas Priest. Andre felt numb. In 
their own timeline, she had always felt very close to Lucas Priest. In the congruent universe, her twin and 
that of Lucas had married. It might have happened to them, too, had her Lucas lived long enough. She 
could not get the image of Hunter's Lucas Priest out of her mind as he stood before her in 19th century 
Afghanistan, pointing a laser at her chest. She was the enemy and he should have fired, but he had 
hesitated. There had been a tortured look upon his face as he had briefly lowered the laser, then raised it 
once again, resigned to what he had to do. That moment's hesitation was what killed him. He had said, 
"Forgive me, Andre," then just as he was about to fire, Delaney had bayoneted him from behind. She 
hadn't understood what happened then, why he had hesitated. Now she knew and she wished she didn't. 

"So there's a Reese Hunter in your timeline, as well," said Hunter. 


"Was, "said Delaney. 

"Was, "said Delaney. 

"Tell me about it," said Delaney. 

"Yeah, it's a macabre situation, pilgrim. 1 keep having to remind myself that you're really not my partner, 
just like you're probably having a hard time remembering that I'm not the Reese Hunter that you knew. 
What was he like?" 

"He was a lot like you," Delaney said. "Hell, he was you, only his history followed a slightly different path. 
He was an officer in the Airborne Pathfinders who became separated from his unit in 12th century 
England." 

"Christ," said Hunter. "The same thing happened to me." 

"Only you apparently came back," Delaney said. "Our Hunter decided to go underground." 

Hunter chuckled. "I thought about it. Almost did it, too. It was tempting as hell. How'd your boy make 
out?" 

"Pretty well," Delaney said. "He had quite a setup for himself back there in Sherwood Forest. Built 
himself a cabin and stocked it with all sorts of goodies from various different time periods. He had all the 
conveniences. Sound system, generators, microwave oven, briar pipes, smoking jackets, various kinds of 
ordnance, fine wines. . . The locals believed he was a wizard and he played up the idea to keep them 
from bothering him. Grew his hair long and dressed up in some kind of crazy silk robe from Japan with 
dragons on it. Then he got mixed up in one of our missions. Complicated story." 

Hunter glanced at Andre. "He bring you back from the 12th century?" 

"Yes," she said. "How did you ... oh, of course. But we went to 17th century Paris first. That was where 
he... died." 

Hunter sighed. "Glad I never went to Paris," he said. "We clocked straight back home. Christ, it's really 
something. Alternate universes, almost exactly identical. And we're at war." Delaney remained silent. 

"Look," said Hunter, "if you don't want to answer this one, just forget I asked, but I've always wanted to 
know something. Why'd you people start this? I realize you're only grunts, like I am, so maybe you don't 
really know, but it strikes me that there had to be a better way. All right, so the confluence phenomenon 
was endangering both our time-streams, but maybe if we got together, we could've figured out a way to 
lick this thing. But after what you did-" 

"We didn't know," said Steiger. 

Hunter sighed. "Well, I guess I sorta figured that. Hell, it wasn't your decision. You people are just 
soldiers, like me." 

"You don't understand," said Steiger. "I meant we really didn't know. Until your people attacked us in 
19th century Afghanistan, we didn't even know that you existed." 

"Come on," said Hunter. "Is that really the line they fed you? Your people bombed the hell out of us. You 
wiped out entire colonies, killed millions of people-" 

"And we didn't even know we were doing it," Delaney said. "He's telling you the truth. We have a 


temporal nuclear device known as a warp grenade. It allows you to utilize a specified portion of a highly 
controlled nuclear explosion and it clocks the surplus energy through an Einstein-Rosen Bridge out into 
space somewhere. We thought we were disposing of the surplus energy in the Orion Nebula, but 
apparently sending such massive amounts of energy through space warps somehow affected 
chronophysical alignment. We were clocking nuclear explosions into your timeline and we didn't even 
know it." 

temporal nuclear device known as a warp grenade. It allows you to utilize a specified portion of a highly 
controlled nuclear explosion and it clocks the surplus energy through an Einstein-Rosen Bridge out into 
space somewhere. We thought we were disposing of the surplus energy in the Orion Nebula, but 
apparently sending such massive amounts of energy through space warps somehow affected 
chronophysical alignment. We were clocking nuclear explosions into your timeline and we didn't even 
know it." 

"I can't make you believe me, Hunter, but what I told you is the truth, I swear it." 

Hunter sat silent for a long moment. "Hell, ain't that a kick in the head?" he said, his voice heavy. "The 
most dangerous war in the history of both our timelines and it got started by accident." 

"Well, we were the ones to start it, even if it was an accident," said Steiger, "but your people are the ones 
who have a chance to end it." 

Hunter snorted. "Not bloody likely, pilgrim," he said. "You want to know what kind of hatred the people 
in this timeline have for you? You know what kind of image you people have here? You guys are the 
living incarnation of evil, according to the politicians and the media. Mass murderers without a 
conscience. Imperialist warmongers determined to drive us straight into temporal chaos or oblivion to 
safeguard your own timeline. The only way to deal with you is through force, because that's all you 
understand. Nobody believes you'll negotiate. And nobody really wants to try." 

"Is that how you feel?" Andre said. "I'm not hearing any hatred in your voice." 

"Yeah, well, I'm not a civilian," Hunter said. "And I didn't have anybody in the colonies that were 
destroyed. I'm just a military man." He paused. " 'War is much too serious a thing to be left to military 
men.' A fellow named Talleyrand said that and everyone believed him. Unfortunately, Talleyrand was an 
asshole." 

"Politician, wasn't he?" said Steiger. "I think I met some of his relatives." 

"For what it's worth," said Hunter, "I don't hate you people. That would be something like hating your 
own reflection in a mirror. But then, nobody consults me about things like that. Anyway, I guess it's over 
for us now. It's just as well. I've had about enough." 

"It isn't over yet," said Steiger. 

"Isn't it?" said Hunter. "Take a look around you, pilgrim. I don't think we'll be getting out of this one. 
Compared to the head of Project Infiltrator, Drakov is downright civilized. You think Drakov's got toys 
in his attic? Wait 'til you meet Dr. Moreau." 

14 


It was an incongruous room to be found in a palace in ancient Greece. The floor was parqueted wood 
covered with a Persian carpet. The furnishings were late Victorian. The wine decanter on the sideboard 
held a Margaux made from grapes that would not grow for several thousand years. The cork-lined 


wooden humidor upon the desk contained tobacco blended from plants grown in a country that would 
not be discovered for centuries. The briar pipe held in Drakov's hand had been made by an English 
craftsman whose ancestors were at that moment painting their backsides blue and worshiping the trees. 

wooden humidor upon the desk contained tobacco blended from plants grown in a country that would 
not be discovered for centuries. The briar pipe held in Drakov's hand had been made by an English 
craftsman whose ancestors were at that moment painting their backsides blue and worshiping the trees. 

"You are being unreasonable, Moreau," said Drakov, momentarily wreathed in a cloud of aromatic pipe 
smoke. "Everything is under control. Sit down and relax. Have a glass of wine. It will help steady your 
nerves." 

Moreau stopped his pacing and stood in front of Drakov stiffly, his arms held tightly against his sides, his 
hands balled into fists. He was a small man, slightly built, with a high forehead crowned by a thick shock 
of unruly gray hair. His eyes were a very pale blue and he had grown a thick, luxuriant gray beard since 
leaving his own time. He was dressed in a white laboratory coat, a stark contrast to Drakov's elegant 
smoking jacket in black and red brocade. 

"My nerves are not in need of steadying, thank you," said Moreau. "I am not nervous. I am not being 
unreasonable and everything is not under control. When I agreed to join you in this venture, you gave me 
certain assurances and you are failing to live up to your part of the bargain." 

"And in what way have I failed, Professor?" Drakov said, evenly. 

"In more ways than one," Moreau replied. "You are being careless, Drakov. Your monumental ego is 
placing this entire project in jeopardy. It seems as if you have gone out of your way to advertise our 
presence in this time period. Did you think the Special Operations Group would fail to notice? And now 
taking those temporal agents prisoner and bringing them here-the risk is simply unacceptable. You've told 
me yourself that these very agents have defeated you several times before and yet it seems you've failed 
to learn from the experience." 

"Go on," said Drakov, his voice sounding dangerously calm. "You said I've failed to respect our bargain 
in more ways than one. What else?" 

"You have displayed nothing but callous disregard for my creations," said Moreau. He put his hands on 
the edge of Drakov's desk and leaned down toward him. "I took my project away from the Special 
Operations Group because they insisted upon treating my hominoids as some sort of inferior sub-race. I 
did not devote half my life to this project merely to turn out genetically tailored mongoloids for the Special 
Operations Group to use as cannon fodder. I set out to create beings specifically designed to perform 
tasks and survive environmental conditions hostile to ordinary humans. I meant for them to work 
together, for hominoids and humans to complement each other in order to achieve a more perfect 
society. Yet fools and paranoid bureaucrats saw them only as slaves, creatures to be inhibited in their 
development so that they could not become 'competitive' with humans, to have their pain centers blocked 
and their minds programmed so that they could fight like automatons. I thought you were different. You 
made me believe that you were sympathetic to my goals, but you are no different from the others. 
Forty-seven of my hominoids were killed by those two S.O.G. agents when you sent them into that 
idiotic robot of yours. And for what? What did you accomplish? You killed one and took the other 
prisoner. Was that worth forty-seven lives?" 

"Are you finished?" Drakov said. 


"No, not quite. I insist that we move the headquarters of this project at once. It has become far too 
dangerous for us to remain here. I also demand that the prisoners be removed. Get rid of them. Clock 
them out to some other time period. Their presence here constitutes a serious threat to the project." 

"No, not quite. I insist that we move the headquarters of this project at once. It has become far too 
dangerous for us to remain here. I also demand that the prisoners be removed. Get rid of them. Clock 
them out to some other time period. Their presence here constitutes a serious threat to the project." 

"And without me," Moreau said, his voice barely under control, "you don't have the hominoids." 

"You delude yourself, Professor," Drakov said. "I could easily have compelled your unquestioning 
obedience through psycho-conditioning from the very start. Santos is quite expert in such matters. I did 
not do so because I did not wish to risk damaging your creative faculties. However, do not make the 
mistake of thinking yourself indispensable. Do you think I have been merely sitting on my hands all this 
time? I have been watching you most carefully. Watching and learning. I am a highly intelligent man, 
Professor, but I am not a genius, as you are. I could never have created the hominoids myself, but given 
the creative spark you provided, I could learn to imitate the process. I do not pretend to have acquired 
all of your expertise, but I believe that I can create hominoids of my own now without any help from 
you." 

"And you call me arrogant?" said Moreau, sarcastically. 

"Here," said Drakov, picking up a file from the desktop and tossing it to him. "See for yourself." 

"What is this?" 

"Don't you recognize it, Professor? It's a status file on a new generation of hominoid. I have done this one 
exactly as you have done yours, only I wasn't going to tell you about it quite this early. I was going to 
save it for a surprise." 

Moreau leafed through the file quickly, his eyes growing wider as he read it. "You can't be serious! This 
is some sort of joke." 

"It's no joke, Professor, I assure you. By the way, please feel free to point out any errors you feel I might 
have made. After all, I am only the apprentice while you are the master." 

"I don't believe it!" Moreau said. "You couldn't possibly have done this. It's beyond your scope, beyond 
all your abilities-" 

"If that is, in fact, the case," said Drakov, "then it should show up in the status file. Does it? It is too early 
yet to tell how it will perform when it matures, but tell me, how does it look on paper?" 

Moreau was shaking his head slowly. "This is monstrous!" he said. "Creating hominoids such as the titans 
and the harpies is one thing, but this is precisely what the government officials were most frightened of. 
This is a species that would compete with humans!" 

"So you acknowledge that I have done it, then?" said Drakov. "That it is not, after all, beyond my 
capabilities?" 

Moreau moistened his lips. "On paper, I must admit that it looks feasible," he said. "However, you have 
merely taken the first step. Still, I see that I have seriously underestimated you. I must congratulate you. 
Obviously, you are not as ignorant of the science of genetic manipulation as I thought. I cannot believe 


that you have learned all of this from me in so short a time." 

that you have learned all of this from me in so short a time." 

"You never told me," said Moreau. 

"You would have been more guarded with me if I had," said Drakov. He poured Moreau a glass of wine. 
"It is pointless for us to quarrel, Professor. True, I have used you, but then you also have used me. In that 
sense, our relationship has been quite symbiotic. Look at all we have accomplished. I do not blame you 
for your concerns, but then you do not see the full scope of my plans. You do not have access to all of 
the details. I have learned long ago not to put all of my eggs into one basket. True, I have taken risks, but 
believe me, they have been well within the parameters of acceptability. I can understand your being 
protective, but you are being too conservative." 

"Conservative?" Moreau snorted. "That's a new one. I have been called mad, but never conservative." 

"That is because the people you have dealt with are little men," said Drakov, "and little men have little 
vision. I am not a little man, Professor. And my visions are panoramic." 

"And you have really done this?" said Moreau, tapping the file. "This wasn't just an exercise? You have 
really taken this to the gestation stage?" 

"That one and several others, as well," Drakov said. "But I could never have done it without you. As I 
have said, you are the genius. I am merely a clever imitator." 

"And where will you go from here?" Moreau asked. "To what use do you intend to put this... this 
creature?" 

"It shall be brought along in a manner similar to all the others," Drakov said, "only this one shall be 
allowed to develop to its fullest potential, even beyond what we have achieved with the centaur. And 
what we have learned here with our little exercise in altering historical scenarios and making myths reality 
will be applied with this creature and others like it in my own timeline. I will clock it back to the 
appropriate time period, Professor, and then I will set it free." 

The heavy bolt on the other side of the door was slowly drawn back and the temporal agents were on 
their feet in an instant. As the door started to open, Delaney grabbed it and pulled back on it hard, 
yanking the person on the other side into the cell. The others were standing poised to attack, but there 
was only the one man whom Delaney had knocked to the floor. He held his hands out in front of his face 
to shield himself from further blows. 

"Don't!" he cried. "I've come to help!" 

"Moreau!" said Hunter. 

Delaney let him up. 

"Here," said the professor, reaching inside his jacket and removing several warp discs. "Take these. 
Quickly. You must escape at once." 


"What is this?" Hunter said. "I thought you and Drakov were in this thing together. Why are you doing 


this?" 
"Because I must," Moreau said. "I've been a fool, thinking Drakov would help me prove the worth of my 
creations, demonstrate what they can be capable of doing, but he has perverted all my work, stolen the 
fruits of all my labors and now he plans to do something so monstrous that I cannot even imagine what 
the consequences will be if he is not stopped." 


"How do we know you're telling the truth?" said Steiger. 


"I have given you the means to escape and bring soldiers here to stop him," said Moreau. "You must do it 
now, immediately, before it is too late." 
"You weren't so concerned when you were helping him create a temporal disruption," Hunter said. 


"What's so terrible that you suddenly developed a conscience?" 


"It's true," Moreau said, "I was angry, embittered, determined to make them pay for turning my creations 
into mindless slaves, but this... what he plans is unthinkable. It's madness. I have to stop him somehow." 
"I think you've done enough, Professor," Hunter said. "The Special Operations Group will stop him. 


You're coming back with me." 
"I don't think so," Steiger said. "I'm afraid we can't let you take him, Hunter." 
"Well, I'm not about to let .vow take him, pilgrim," Hunter said. 
"I guess the truce is over," said Delaney. 
"Moreau's coming with me," said Hunter. "And if I have to take you out to do it, I will." 
"All three of us?" said Steiger. 
"You fools!" Moreau shouted. "There is no time for this!" 
"Get back behind me, Professor," Hunter said, reaching out quickly and pulling Moreau behind him. 
"Don't make us do this, Hunter," said Delaney. 
"Sorry, Finn," said Hunter. "I've got my duty. If you want him, you're going to have to come through me 


to get him." 


"No one's taking me anywhere!" Moreau said. "Fight like dogs for all I care! I will do what must be done 
myself!" 
He disappeared. 
"Finn, he's clocked out!" Andre shouted. 
Hunter turned around and Steiger hit him with a flying tackle. They fell to the floor, but Hunter recovered 


quickly, striking Steiger in the temple with his elbow and throwing him off. Delaney was on him before he 
had fully regained his feet and he slammed him against the wall. The breath hissed out of Hunter, but he 
brought his knee up into Delaney's groin and smashed a hard right into his face, then reeled back from 
Steiger's right cross to his jaw, ducked beneath his left and drove his own fist into Steiger's solar plexus. 
He followed it up with an uppercut to Steiger's chin and then turned toward Andre just in time to catch a 
spinning wheel kick to the head. Her heel connected with his temple and he staggered back, bounced off 



the wall and fell to the floor. 

the wall and fell to the floor. 

"I'll live," Delaney managed to reply, though his voice was a bit high. 

"Nice work," Steiger said to Andre. "You two are slowing down," she said. "You should work out more 
often. What do we do with him now? We can't just leave him here." 

"No, and we'd better get out while we still can," said Steiger. He bent down over Hunter's warp disc and 
started programming coordinates. "I think we're going to need some help. We'll clock him back with us 
and turn him over to Curtis. Then we bring the Rangers back with us and hit this place with everything 
we've got." 

"Major Curtis!" the sentry shouted. 

Curtis came running. From the direction of the river, four people dressed in ancient Greek costume were 
coming toward him. Two of them supported a third between them, with his arms over their shoulders. 

"Hold your fire!" Curtis shouted. 

"Got a prisoner for you, Major," said Steiger. "Capt. Reese Hunter of the Special Operations Group." 
They dropped Hunter to the ground at Curtis' feet. 

"Well done," said Curtis. "Mission accomplished?" 

"Not exactly," said Delaney. "We've got a problem. A big one. Hope your boys are ready for some 
action, Major." 

"The whole thing was a setup," Steiger said. "The opposition got suckered in as badly as we did. Our old 
friend Drakov is behind it all. He's using the congruent universe as a staging area to launch an attack on 
our timeline using beings created by genetic manipulation. We've just come from his base. We're going to 
have to go back and hit it before he has a chance to move his operation. Hit it hard." 

Curtis was all business. "Sgt. Peck, Corporal Willis, take charge of the prisoner. Lt. Nelson, clock out to 
Galveston and get the strike force mobilized and back here on the double. Pick up your attack 
coordinates from Col. Steiger." He spoke into his communicator. "Condition Red," he said. "Repeat, 
Condition Red. We're going through. Unit will assemble at the picket lines on the double. Move it!" 

"Look out!" Peck shouted. 

As they had started to help Hunter to his feet, he had uncorked a haymaker into Willis' midsection and 
now he and Peck were rolling on the ground, struggling. Nelson aimed her plasma pistol at the pair. 

"Hold it!" Curtis said. "You'll hit Peck." 

Peck had rolled over on top and was trying to pin Hunter to the ground, but Hunter brought a knee up 
sharply and Peck grunted and went limp on top of him. A second later, Peck wasn't on top of Hunter 
anymore. Hunter had disappeared and Peck dropped about a foot to the ground onto the space where 
Hunter had lain. 

"What the-" Nelson said. "He got Peck's warp disc!" 


"Never mind," said Curtis. "It was set for HQ. He'll have a nice surprise when he clocks in. Get some 
battle gear for these people, move it! You're busted to corporal, Peck. Private Willis, on your feet! Fall 
in!" 

"Never mind," said Curtis. "It was set for HQ. He'll have a nice surprise when he clocks in. Get some 
battle gear for these people, move it! You're busted to corporal, Peck. Private Willis, on your feet! Fall 
in!" 

Moreau ran through the clean room of the laboratory, smashing racks of petri dishes and destroying the 
equipment. Tears ran down his cheeks as he obliterated his life's work, killing his creations before they 
ever had a chance at life. He knew that somewhere in here, hidden among the others, had to be the 
creature Drakov had created and he had to make certain to destroy that one above all others. Once that 
was done, he intended to kill Drakov, even if at the cost of his own life. 

Nothing mattered anymore except the ending of it all. He had devoted years of painstaking research and 
experimentation, sacrificed everything to his work, suffered the derision of his colleagues and the insults 
of petty bureaucrats and government officials who referred to him at best as "the mad professor" and at 
worst as a monster without a conscience, "the modern Mengele." He had sought to improve the human 
condition, to broaden the capabilities of the race, and they had vilified him for immorality, accused him of 
playing God with human reproduction even while they backed his work and used his developmentally 
stunted creations as if they were android slaves. They had never given him a chance to allow his creations 
to develop to their full potential, partly out of fear and partly out of a self-serving justification-it was all 
right to treat them as sub-human so long as they were not fully developed. 

The hominoids were never allowed a chance to stand on equal footing with humans and now they never 
would receive that chance. It was over. His life's work, wasted. "That will be enough, Moreau!" 

Moreau turned to see Drakov standing at the entrance to the clean room, a laser pistol held in his hand. 

"You're too late," said Moreau. His voice broke. "I've destroyed them all. I began with the gestation 
room and once I smashed all the artificial wombs, I finished the task here. There is nothing left. Nothing." 

"You're wrong, Professor," Drakov said. "I told you before, I learned long ago not to put all of my eggs 
into one basket. Did you think this was my only laboratory? You have destroyed all of your own work. 
My own creations are being kept elsewhere. In fact, the one you were so concerned about has already 
been born. Even as we speak, it is in its time cycle of maturity. You are the one who is too late, 
Professor. When the Special Operations Group arrives, they will find three dead temporal agents and the 
corpse of one of their own people. Your body shall be here, as well. I imagine that Capt. Hunter will 
receive some sort of posthumous decoration for having single-handedly, at the cost of his own life, 
eliminated the threat to this timestream. You see, Professor, it all dovetails neatly. What you have done 
here will only lend credibility to the scene I will create." 

"Only it doesn't dovetail quite so neatly, Nikolai," Moreau said. "You will not have any corpses with 
which to stage your scene because I have released the prisoners and they are long gone." 

"You've done what?" said Drakov. 

"They'll know now who was responsible for this," Moreau said, "and the only corpse they find here will 
be yours!" 

He hurled a glass specimen jar at Drakov. Drakov jerked his head aside and fired as the jar smashed 
against the wall behind him, but his shot went wide and Moreau was on him in a flying leap. The laser 
flew out of Drakov's grasp and skittered across the floor, beneath one of the counters. They fell to the 


floor, Moreau on top, his fingers digging into Drakov's throat. Drakov dislodged him effortlessly, rolling 
him over and reversing their positions. 

floor, Moreau on top, his fingers digging into Drakov's throat. Drakov dislodged him effortlessly, rolling 
him over and reversing their positions. 

Moreau's hand clawed for Drakov's eyes. Drakov grabbed it, twisted Moreau's wrist, and broke it. 
Moreau cried out with pain. Drakov drew back his fist and smashed it into Moreau's face, once, twice, 
three times-and then the wall exploded. 

The Rangers fanned out as they clocked in, circling round the palace complex from both sides and firing 
their weapons as they ran. The plasma blasts whumped against the walls, imploding them and bursting 
into washes of blue flame. A black garbed figure came diving out of one of the second-story windows as 
the palace erupted into flame. He hit the ground in a hard and awkward roll and came up running, 
favoring his side and holding his left shoulder as he ran. 

"Benedetto!" Delaney shouted. "Come on, he's heading for the robot!" 

"For the what?" yelled Curtis, but Delaney was already sprinting after Benedetto with Andre running 
behind him. Deciding that two of them were sufficient to catch one man, Curtis turned his attention back 
to the assault. They were only a handful, one small unit, and they had to hit hard and keep on hitting hard 
until the Temporal Counter-Insurgency battalion clocked in from Galveston and came through the 
confluence to reinforce them. With any luck, they'd already have the job done by the time the T.C.I, 
strike force came on the scene. They had to get in and get out fast. The last thing they needed was for 

S.O.G. units to show up. 
As Curtis and his squad moved in, a howling mob of half-naked men came streaming out from the 
compound, bearing down on them. Curtis blinked several times. They seemed to have about six arms 
apiece. 

"Fire!" Curtis shouted. 

His squad opened up on the attackers. They kept on coming, living torches running at them until they fell 
to the ground as lifeless hunks of charred meat. "Sir," said one of his men, "did those guys have-" 

"Never mind," said Curtis. "Just fry anything that moves." 

"Or flies?" the soldier said. 

Curtis looked up. "What in the name of..." 

Screeching like banshees, the harpies came diving down, talons extended. 

Moreau struggled to his knees, his face a mask of blood. Drakov was gone. The entire side of the 
building was demolished and the laboratory was in flames. 

"All for nothing," Moreau said, wiping the blood away from his eyes with his one good hand and gazing 
about him through the smoke at all the ruin. "Drakov!" he shouted. "Drakov!" 

The flames were coming closer and he crawled away, coughing from the smoke. 

"You should have killed me, Nikolai," he said. "You should have killed me while you had the chance." 


He struggled to his feet and lurched out of the laboratory into the hall. He could feel the plasma blasts 
slamming into the building and he knew there was very little time left. He staggered into Drakov's quarters 
and half collapsed onto his desk. He pawed through the papers, finally finding what he sought. He tucked 
the files beneath his arm and rummaged through the drawers, seeking the spare warp disc he knew 
Drakov kept there for emergencies. He knew it would be programmed with escape coordinates. He had 
little doubt that Drakov had already made good his escape. Wherever he had gone, Moreau would 
follow. 

He struggled to his feet and lurched out of the laboratory into the hall. He could feel the plasma blasts 
slamming into the building and he knew there was very little time left. He staggered into Drakov's quarters 
and half collapsed onto his desk. He pawed through the papers, finally finding what he sought. He tucked 
the files beneath his arm and rummaged through the drawers, seeking the spare warp disc he knew 
Drakov kept there for emergencies. He knew it would be programmed with escape coordinates. He had 
little doubt that Drakov had already made good his escape. Wherever he had gone, Moreau would 
follow. 

The fall had broken Benedetto's shoulder, but it hadn't slowed him down much. He knew well what to 
expect from the soldiers of the Temporal Corps and there was no chance to clock out. When the plasma 
blasts had hit the building, he was blown right through the window and the fall, in addition to breaking his 
shoulder, had shattered his warp disc. The only chance he had left now was Talos. 

Trying to ignore the pain, he sprinted hard for the harbor. He glanced over his shoulder and saw two 
figures running after him. He swore and redoubled his efforts, but they were gaining on him. A plasma 
blast exploded on the ground to his left. Seconds later, another one hit to his right, directly ahead of him. 
They had him bracketed. The next one would find its target. He started to run serpentine to throw off 
their aim. It was the only thing to do, but it resulted in their closing the distance between them. 

He reached the giant robot straddling the harbor, with plasma fire exploding all around him. One blast hit 
right next to him, close enough to throw him to the ground and set his clothes on fire. Gasping with pain, 
he ripped off his burning shirt and threw himself through the doorway in the robot's ankle, stabbing with 
burned fingers at the controls which would shut it. As it started to slide to, two plasma blasts struck it in 
rapid succession, the wash of blue flame coming through the slowly closing opening. He threw himself 
back just in time. Several more blasts hit the door and he saw molten bronze flowing at the bottom of the 
crack. There was no way out now. He was sealed in. 

He half ran, half staggered up the metal stairs toward the control room, pulling himself along with his right 
hand grasping the railing. "Bastards!" he swore, as he climbed the stairs, "fucking bastards!" 

Finn and Andre fired charge after charge into the door in the giant robot's ankle. They saw the bronze 
soften and start to flow, but even the intense heat of the plasma charges was not enough to blast the door 
open. 

"It's no good," said Delaney. "The door's melted shut." 

"Then he's not going anywhere," said Andre. 

"Don't bet on that," Delaney said, tersely. From inside the robot, they heard the sounds of machinery and 
hydraulics starting to move. 

Curtis had posted guards around the perimeter of the transit area, but he needn't have bothered. The 
terrified population had fled in terror from them. The ground was littered with the corpses of Moreau's 
creatures and with the bodies of several of the Rangers who had been killed in the suicidal attack of the 
harpies. Drakov's ruined palace was ablaze. It was all over by the time the first wave of the T.C.I, strike 
force battalion started to clock in. Curtis approached Col. Cooper, the commander of the strike force. 


"Looks like you people didn't need us," Cooper said. "You seem to have the situation well in hand." 

"Looks like you people didn't need us," Cooper said. "You seem to have the situation well in hand." 

"Jesus H. Christ on a crutch!" said Cooper, looking beyond him. "What in the hell is that!" Curtis turned 
around. "Holy shit!" Finn and Andre were running at top speed toward them, while behind them, gaining 
with every massive stride, was Tales. The bronze giant, with Benedetto at the controls, was moving 
slowly, awkwardly, but with the length of its strides, it didn't need to move fast. Servomotors within it 
whined with each giant stride. The huge arm lifted the bronze obelisk of a sword. 

"Skirmish line!" Cooper shouted out to his battalion. "Fire at will!" 

A hundred plasma rifles opened up on the advancing robot, wreathing it in an aura of blue flame and 
blackening the bronze. Benedetto was blinded by the plasma fire, but he remained at the controls, 
keeping the robot advancing toward the soldiers. He felt the intense heat building up as the relentless 
barrage continued. The bronze began to soften. 

"I knew I should have installed cannon in this ridiculous contraption," Benedetto said, grimacing with pain. 
The controls were growing hot to the touch. "I'm going to be cooked alive like some damned lobster." 
He slammed a control lever forward, but the robot arm holding the sword remained immobile, the 
servomotors damaged by the plasma fire. "Damn it!" Benedetto swore. He reached for the level 
controlling the arm holding the shield. 

"Maintain fire!" Cooper shouted as the strike force and the Ranger unit poured everything they had into 
the robot. Molten metal was now running down its exterior like hot wax flowing down a candle. The 
robot's impassive features sagged. Molten bronze fell to the ground in globs with each step it took. 

Inside the control room, it was like an oven. The interior walls were starting to glow red. Benedetto's skin 
was turning red and blistering. His hands were being crisped as they worked the controls. "Christ!" he 
screamed, in agony. "CHRIST!" 

The left arm extended from the giant's body and then bent at the elbow back toward the robot's chest. 
Benedetto was blind now, but he knew the soldiers were somewhere in front of him. With his last ounce 
of strength, he released the locks holding the shield in place and then slammed forward the lever 
controlling the arm. 

"Look out!" Curtis shouted. 

The massive bronze shield spun toward them like some flying saucer. The soldiers scattered, but the 
shield ploughed into the ground where they stood, crushing a number of them beneath hundreds of 
pounds of superheated metal. 

"Concentrate your fire on the legs!" yelled Cooper. "Slag that fucker!" 

Benedetto's hair burst into flame. He screamed as his skin crackled and the fluid ran out of it. He 
smashed his head repeatedly against the interior wall of the control room, then staggered back and fell 
over the railing, landing hard on his back in the room below. The impact snapped his spine. Overhead, at 
the dome of the robot, the huge V-20 warp disc came loose from its fastenings and plummeted down, 
crushing him as it smashed into pieces. 

"He's going down!" Delaney shouted. "Run for it!" 

The left leg gave way and the robot, melting like solder, slowly toppled. Its shadow fell over the soldiers 


as they ran and then it slammed into the ground hard enough for the shock of the impact to knock several 
of those closest to it off their feet. 
Delaney slowly picked himself up off the ground. "The bigger they are-" he said. 
Steiger glared at him. "Don't say it." 


EPILOGUE 


"I still say Curtis was right," said Steiger. "This was a dumb idea." 

"You didn't have to come," Delaney said. 

"Andre, will you talk some sense into this guy?" said Steiger. "It's over, for Christ's sake! What's the 
point of running this risk? What if we run into S.O.G. agents?" 

"He's right, Creed," Andre said. "You didn't have to come, you know." 

"All right, all right," said Steiger. "So I wanted to find out how it turned out, too. But what if we've timed 
it wrong? What if we-" 

"We've clocked back in months after the Argonauts should have returned," Delaney said. "We should 
know soon if there was any significant disruption or if the S.O.G. has managed to adjust the situation. We 
did have a mission to complete, you know. I want to find out if-" 

"There it is!" said Andre, pointing. 

The Argo was riding at anchor in the harbor of Iolchos. "All right," said Steiger, "so we find out what 
happened and then we're out of here. The sooner we get back through that confluence, the better I'll like 
it. Our report's going to look bad enough as it is. If General Forrester finds out about this, he'll hand our 
asses to us." 

"Look down there," said Andre, pointing to an area where the framework of a ship was being erected. 
"Isn't that Argus?" 

"So it is," Delaney said. "Come on." 

The shipwright was astonished to see them. "Fabius! Creon! Atalanta! By the gods, we thought you were 
dead!" He clapped his arms around each of them in turn. 

"We came close enough to Hades, old friend," said Delaney. "We managed to escape the dead warriors 
of Colchis, but when the ship left without us, we had to make our way back over land. It was a long, 
hard journey, but we had to come back and find out what became of all of you." 

"It has been a long time," Argus said. He shouted to one of his workmen. "Demetrios! Take over for me! 
I will return later." He turned to the temporal agents. "Come, we will sit down to dinner and we shall have 
some wine and I will tell you all about it." 

Inside the modest house close to the wharves, they sat and listened as Argus told them what became of 


the Argonauts after they left Colchis. 

the Argonauts after they left Colchis. 

"We sailed on until we came to the island of Circe, the sister of King Aietes. Medea insisted that we stop 
there and we could not see why, but it seemed a pleasant island and Jason wished to please her. We 
came ashore and supped at Circe's table. I tell you, such a woman I have never seen before and hope 
never to see again. All the gold and gemstones in the world, and she wore many, would never make up 
for such ugliness. A fat, pustulant old hag she was, and such a smell came off her! I tell you, one look at 
that woman could turn a man into a swine! 

"Well, there we sat, trying to avoid gazing at her so that we could keep down our food, and Medea 
begins to rail at her, to shout about all the abuse that she had suffered at her hands- and I never did quite 
understand what this abuse was, unless it was that as Aietes' sister, she stood higher than Medea at the 
Colchin court-and to shout how she would be far greater now that she would be queen in Iolchos with 
the golden fleece. Well, not surprisingly, Circe did not take kindly to this loud display and she drove us 
from her table and her island, both. So, we set sail once more, Jason even more silent than before. But 
not Medea. 

"She began to make plans for the palace we were to build for her in Iolchos and she had me design a 
pleasure barge upon which she would cruise between the islands. Well, then a storm came and kept us 
busy and her quiet for a time. Of course, when the storm had passed away, she blamed us for her 
discomfort and demanded that we provide smooth sailing from then on. Still, we all tried to be patient. 

"Well, we did not encounter such adventures upon our return journey as we did when you were with us, 
only that there were other storms which we survived-thanks to the lessons you had taught me, Fabius, 
about sailing in a storm-but then when we were drawing close to home, we came upon an island where 
we found the fallen body of a giant made from bronze. The bronze was molten, as if this giant had been 
placed within some fantastic forge and then left out upon the ground to harden once again. His sword 
was raised, as if he had been fighting for his life, but the flames which had been cast at him overcame him. 
There was also a ruined palace on this island, a palace which had been razed to the ground by fire, and 
we learned from the people of the island that a powerful god had lived there once, and that this god had 
somehow offended the other gods so that they came and fought with him and there was a mighty war in 
which this god of the island was defeated. 

"Jason took all this to be an omen and he turned to Idmon and asked him what it meant, if it was possible 
that these gods had fought over our voyage. He asked Idmon if he had any premonitions about what his 
future held in store for him. Idmon tried to look into the future, but as you know, Idmon does not always 
see things clearly. He looked disturbed and told Jason that he had an intuition that Jason would be happy, 
but he did not see him upon the throne of Iolchos. At this, Medea lost her temper and called him an old 
fool and other things more vile, insisting that of course Jason would be on the throne in Iolchos, how else 
could she live but as a queen. Jason said nothing. It was on this island, also, that Hercules and Hylas 


parted company with us. Hercules looked disturbed when he heard about this god who had once lived 
upon the island and he said that there was a strange feeling he had about the place, a sort of kinship to it, 
and he would stay there for a while, rest from the voyage, and then travel on with Hylas to seek his fate 
and fortunes elsewhere. We wished him luck and sailed on as he and Hylas waved to us from shore. I 
have not seen either of them since. 

parted company with us. Hercules looked disturbed when he heard about this god who had once lived 
upon the island and he said that there was a strange feeling he had about the place, a sort of kinship to it, 
and he would stay there for a while, rest from the voyage, and then travel on with Hylas to seek his fate 
and fortunes elsewhere. We wished him luck and sailed on as he and Hylas waved to us from shore. I 
have not seen either of them since. 

"And then, the night before we were to make safe harbor here in Iolchos-for I knew we were already in 
familiar waters -a most peculiar thing occurred. Medea had taken to sleeping with the golden fleece and 
while we were anchored offshore for the night, in a protected cove not far from Pelion, I was awakened 
with the others by a fearful noise. It seems that Pelias had placed a spy within our midst and that spy was 
none other than Orpheus, the last man I would have suspected, even had I thought there was a traitor 
among us. He had been promised a great reward and a post as the poet at the court of Pelias if he could 
contrive to sink the ship or to kill Jason or to somehow stop him from fulfilling the conditions of the quest. 
"Well, Orpheus did not have the stomach for committing murder, so he had waited to see what would 
occur that would give him an opportunity, yet he did not act because, he claimed, he had come to look 
upon us all as friends and, I think, although he did not admit it, because he was afraid. Yet now that the 
time had come when we would be sailing into Iolchos on the next day, he knew he had to act or else 
forfeit the reward. He did not believe that Pelias would honor the promise he had made to Jason and he 
believed that all of us would be set upon and killed if we came back to Iolchos with the golden fleece. 

"While Medea slept, Orpheus had stolen into the cabin and taken the golden fleece. But it was heavy, as 
you know, and in dragging it out of the cabin, he made some noise and woke Medea. We found them 
both on deck, with the golden fleece between them, Medea screaming like as not to wake the dead and 
beating him about the head and shoulders with such fierceness that it was all poor Orpheus could do to 
cover his head and shield himself from her. Well, when we found them that way and Theseus pulled 
Medea off him, Orpheus cried and confessed everything to us. Medea demanded that we kill the traitor 
and Theseus looked to Jason to see if that was what he wished, but Jason said not a single word. 
Instead, he bent down, and with a great grunt of effort, picked up the golden fleece and threw it 
overboard. 

"For a moment, we were all too stunned to move or speak, but then Medea let out a scream that was, if 
possible, even louder than before. She lost her head completely and demanded that Jason dive for it and 
bring it up, as if he was capable of such a thing. And to our amazement, Jason unbuckled his sword and 
stood upon the railing, ready, it seemed, to do exactly as she wanted. He leaped over the side, but 
instead of diving for the fleece, he struck out for the shore. At this, Medea went wild and sought to grab 
a bow, so that she could shoot an arrow after him, but Theseus, whose patience is not great, struck her a 
blow and felled her to the deck, telling her that if she wanted the golden fleece, she should dive for it 
herself. And then he, too, leaped over the side and struck out after Jason. 

"And there it ended. A most peculiar conclusion to the story. We made port the next day and the 
Argonauts disbanded, each going their separate ways, yet no one complained that the journey was for 
nothing. I know a number of them stayed in Iolchos for a while, and several still remain here, telling 
stories of our journey in exchange for drinks and meals. I have heard some of those stories and, like the 
tales Orpheus had told, they grow better with each telling. Orpheus never received his reward from 
Pelias, who claimed to know nothing of any such arrangement. He left Iolchos and I doubt he will return 
again. Theseus, I have heard, returned to Athens and of Jason, I have heard nothing at all. Idmon lives 
nearby and still makes his living as a soothsayer. He comes to see me on occasion and he tells me that he 


feels his intuition was correct. Jason did not sit upon the throne in Iolchos, but wherever he has gone, he 
has found happiness." 

feels his intuition was correct. Jason did not sit upon the throne in Iolchos, but wherever he has gone, he 
has found happiness." 

"She found herself without a palace or a throne, without the golden fleece, and with no protector in a 
strange city where she knew no one. She was frightened at this prospect, so she found a man to take her 
in. This man was not a wealthy or a powerful man, but he knew how to handle a proud woman and was 
not so vulnerable to her beauty as younger men would be. In time, Medea became humbled and her 
nature grew much more agreeable." He turned. "Woman! Where is dinner? Our guests are being kept 
waiting!" 

"Coming, Argus," said Medea, entering from the kitchen, carrying a tray. 

The three agents sat in Forrester's den, surrounded by books and memorabilia from previous missions. 
On a low table before them was a bottle of Irish whiskey and a small tray holding glasses. Forrester sat 
across from them in his reading chair, smoking one of his antique Castello pipes and studying their report. 
When he finally put it down, he sat silent for a long while before speaking. 

"Clocking back to Iolchos afterwards was risky," he said, staring down at the carpet, "but it did produce 
some useful intelligence." He nodded. "You were correct to do it and include it in your report." 

He pursed his lips, thinking. "I don't know whether to call it a successful mission or not," he said at last. 
He sighed. "A disruption was created, though it was mostly not your doing, and the S.O.G. will have 
their hands full attempting to adjust for it, but Drakov and this professor have apparently escaped. Major 
Curtis reported that their bodies were not found in the ruins, though it's possible they were burned. Still, 
knowing my son ... I wish I'd killed him when I had the chance, God help me." 

His face looked grim. "The S.O.G. will probably try to hunt down Hercules, as well as Jason." 

"I hope they make it," said Andre. 

Forrester frowned, then his face cleared as he understood her meaning. "Oh, the hominoids, you mean." 
He nodded. "Fascinating creatures. I see you've made a number of unsubstantiated statements here...." 

"That's because there was no way to substantiate them, sir," Delaney said. "All we can do is guess. We 
figure the reason the Argonauts were drugged at Lemnos is because Drakov wanted to separate us from 
them there, or at least verify who was really who among the Argonauts. Maybe they were drugged 
because we broke out of that cell before he had a chance to get there. I'm inclined to think he meant to 
get us. During our fight with the harpies, one of them tried to carry Andre off. We're also guessing about 
the Dalion women who were carried off by the titans. It's possible they were required for Moreau's 
experiments. It's even possible they became the harpies. On the other hand, the hominoids were 
essentially human, or at least human-based life forms. The titans were extremely primitive, but I'm 
assuming they still had human urges. Now none of these things have any particular significance, except for 
our comments concerning the storage room on Lemnos where Creed discovered the inactive hominoids." 

"And incorrectly assumed them to be androids?" Forrester said. 

"Yes, sir," Steiger said. "There are two significant points there, again, neither of which can be 
substantiated, but the circumstantial evidence in their support is strong. Drakov told us they were early 
prototypes of hominoids made for S.O.G., a number of which he had stolen. That, combined with the 


fact of the dead warriors, strongly suggests that S.O.G. still has a significant inventory, if you will, of these 
early prototypes. And my discovery of them in the storage room on Lemnos supports our conclusion that 
they can be deactivated. Since they are not androids, but organic beings similar to ourselves, we think 
this deactivation is probably accomplished by placing them into some sort of deathlike coma, like 
suspended animation. The interrogation of our prisoner should give us more conclusive information." 

fact of the dead warriors, strongly suggests that S.O.G. still has a significant inventory, if you will, of these 
early prototypes. And my discovery of them in the storage room on Lemnos supports our conclusion that 
they can be deactivated. Since they are not androids, but organic beings similar to ourselves, we think 
this deactivation is probably accomplished by placing them into some sort of deathlike coma, like 
suspended animation. The interrogation of our prisoner should give us more conclusive information." 

"Escaped?" said Andre. "How?" 

"Well, more to the point, he was never placed in custody," said Forrester, wryly. "No one at HQ was 
aware that a prisoner was clocking in, so he managed to bluff his way past the transition station personnel 
and disappear along with his stolen warp disc." 

"I'll be damned," Delaney said. "And now he's loose somewhere in our timeline." 

"Yes, but at the moment, we have more pressing concerns," said Forrester. "I'd like to get back to your 
report, What about those nysteel birds that attacked the ship?" 

"It's possible that they were Drakov's," Steiger said, "but he never mentioned them and they never 
showed up during the battle on Rhodes. That's what makes me think they were S.O.G. drones, equipped 
with nysteel projectiles and programmed not to kill certain members of the crew. They had to keep 
Theseus and certain others that were important to their historical continuity alive. That's why they couldn't 
make a direct hit on the entire ship." 

Forrester nodded. "And the same applies to the so-called 'dead warriors.' Specifically programmed not 
to kill certain members of the crew. Which is why I find your final comments about Jason very interesting. 
When you mention that he apparently acted counter to his programming in throwing the golden fleece 
overboard, you have in parenthesis the words, 'developmentally related?' What precisely do you mean 
by that?" 

"Again, this is getting into conjecture," Steiger said, "but we're assuming that there was a programmed 
imperative in the Jason hominoid. It seems to be a fairly safe assumption, but we don't know for sure 
what that imperative might have been. Obviously, he was programmed to be Jason and to act 
accordingly, but there's no way of knowing precisely how that imperative was couched, so we don't 
know just how far his actions ran counter to his programming." 

"There's also the fact that it's not as if we're talking about an android here," Delaney said. "Jason was 
purely organic, essentially a cloned human being raised under highly controlled conditions. Drakov 
implied that the generation of hominoids Jason came from was the most advanced one. Perhaps the level 
of development was responsible for the independence of the action. Jason might have been naive and 
emotionally simplistic, but he nevertheless had a fully developed personality. And then Moreau seemed to 
have a highly protective attitude toward his creations, so that could have been a factor as well. He may 
have specifically programmed them to allow them a certain amount of independent thought and action, 
especially the more advanced ones." 

Forrester nodded again. "That about covers it, I guess. Unfortunately, it still leaves us with a number of 
unanswered questions. Archives Section isn't going to be very pleased. I notice that you never addressed 
the issue directly, but there are a number of implications here between the lines that are going to give 
them real headaches. Specifically, there's still the question of trans-temporal influence. It doesn't seem 
probable that the earthquake responsible for the 'Clashing Rocks' was arranged in any way, and yet the 
event fits the myth precisely. Our myth. And what was Drakov planning for this timeline that made 
Moreau turn against him? That has to be our single, overriding concern right now. And I'm afraid it may 


tie in directly with the question of trans-temporal contamination." 
Delaney frowned. "What do you mean, sir?" 
Forrester stood. "I'm referring to the fact that Moreau's body was never found. And to the fact that he is 


the creator of the hominoids and that his name happens to be Moreau." He scanned his bookshelves. 
"There is a book here I think you should read." 
He took down a leather bound volume and handed it to Delaney. 


"The Island of Dr. Moreau," Delaney read from the cover, "by H.G. Wells?" 
"I think you'll find it very interesting," said Forrester, "and highly disturbing, in light of your recent 
experiences. Perhaps it's only a coincidence. Perhaps it's also only a coincidence that Wells also wrote a 
novel called The Time Machine." 


"Those would be two very interesting coincidences," Steiger said, uneasily. 
"Yes, they would indeed," said Forrester. "I realize you've just returned from a mission, but I'm afraid I'm 
going to have to send you out again almost immediately. Drink up. I want you to get a good night's sleep. 
You'll be clocking out at oh-six-hundred. I think you three should have a long talk with Mr. H.G. Wells." 


* * * 

Drakov stood alone in the dark, dank cellar of the ruined castle. He held a torch in his left hand and in his 
right, he held a small electronic box. 

"It seems as if we have come full circle, my friend," he said, looking down. "It began in a ruin much like 
this one, in Ruritania. In the cold, damp corridors of Zenda Castle, where I first encountered the temporal 
agents. And it is a fitting environment for your beginning, as well." 

He pressed a button on the tiny box, activating the implant that would revive the creature from its 
deathlike sleep. 

"You shall give them nightmares," he said, chuckling. "And you shall only be the first of many." 

He put the black box back inside his pocket, activated his warp disc and disappeared. For a moment, all 
was silent in the cellar of the ruined castle, and then a hand came out from beneath the coffin lid. 


