Infinity Beach 
Jack McDevitt 
The underwater sequence in chapter XIV is loosely adapted from In the Tower, Universe 17, Doubleday (1987). 
The epigraph for chapter XVI is from The Ballad of Kansas McGriff,  1997 by Bud Webster, and first appeared in The 
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They havent quite worked out the secret of life, but they know it has something to do with lunch. 
Acknowledgments 
The author appreciates the advice and assistance of Jeffrey Hall of the Lowell Observatory; of Jimmy 
Durden, the Glynn County, Georgia, coroner; of my agent and friend, Ralph Vicinanza; of my son Chris 
McDevitt for devising PAULS; of writers Walt Cuirle and Brian A. Hopkins for their advice on early 
versions of the manuscript. Thanks also to Will Jenkins/Murray Leinster, for First Contact, and for his 
other magnificent forays into the imagination. To Caitlin Blasdell, my editor at HarperPrism. To Rebecca 
Springer. And of course to Maureen. 
We have always stood along a beach opening onto an infinite sea. That sea beckons us, but for ages we 
were limited to looking across its expanse with our telescopes and our imaginations. In time, we learned 
to build outriggers and we got to a few of the barrier islands. Today we have finally in our hands a true 
four-master, a ship that will take us beyond whatever horizons may exist. KHALID ALNIRI, The 
Infinity Beach Speech at Wesleyan 
Weve known for a long time that contact might eventually happen, maybe would have to happen, and 
that when it did it would change everything, our technology, our sense of who we are, our notions of what 
the universe is. Weve seen this particular lightning strike coming and weve played with the idea of what 
it might mean for eleven hundred years. Weve imagined that other intelligences exist, weve imagined 
them as fearsome or gentle, as impossibly strange or remarkably familiar, as godlike, as remote, as 
indifferent. Well, I wonder whether the bolt is about to arrive. With you and me at the impact point. 
SOLLY HOBBS to KIM BRANDYWINE, 
On the occasion of their visit to 
Alnitak 
Dates, unless otherwise indicated, are given in the Green-way calendar, whose Year 1 coincides with the 
first landing on that world in 2411 of the common era. The Green way and terrestrial year are almost 
identical in duration, which is one of the reasons that world was selected for terraforming. 

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Illustrations by James P. Beery 
Prologue 
 AIM 3.513 
Dont do it. Kane, covered in blood, stood framed in the doorway. 
no choice Tripley called as the flyer lifted off the pad. Do what you can for her. 
As hed feared, the bastards did not show up on his screen. But he could see their eerie companion, the 

spectral thing that floated through the moonlight. It was tracking northwest, toward Mount Hope. He had 
to assume it was escorting them. Riding shotgun. 
The village fell away, and he was out over the lake. He switched to manual, climbed to fifteen hundred 
meters, and gave it everything it had, which wasnt much. The flyer rattled and creaked but got up to two 
hundred fifty klicks. To his surprise he saw that he was gaining ground. 
Was that possible? Or had the thing slowed down, to lure him on? 
Three of Greenways moons, in their first quarter, floated in a cloudless sky, illuminating the distant 
peaks, the cool, dark lake, the dam, the fleeing cloud. 
What was it anyhow? 
It had drawn itself almost into a sphere, trailing long, hazy tendrils. Like a comet, he thought; unlike any 
other that had sailed past the world. Lethal and efficient and starkly graceful, framed against the 
snowcapped mountains. 
But the sensor return was getting louder. He was gaining. 
In these first quiet moments since everything had come undone, he listened to the wind and the burble of 
his elec- 
Ironies, and he wished desperately he could go back and change everything. 
Ahead, the comet-shape was moving ever slower. And beginning to dissolve. 
Tripley braked. 
He knew that the ship would be continuing straight on. He laughed, thinking of it in those terms. A ship 
that no one could see, that didnt show up on the screens, that could lose itself out there without any fear 
of being found. 
And there lay the problem. He could not follow without the telltale cloud to lead him. And he would have 
to kill the cloud to survive himself. How in hell had things gotten so desperately out of hand? 
Kill the cloud. 
Was the damned thing even alive? 
Theyd passed over the northwest shore. Dark forest lay below, the Gray Mountains rose ahead. 

It turned to confront him. 
He watched it spread across the night, opening for him, expanding into a kind of blossom, waiting to 
receive him. It had filaments, backlit by the moons, through which something, a nutrient, a life force, 
pulsed steadily. 
He hesitated briefly, suddenly fearful, and then accelerated again to full throttle. He would kill the bastard 
or die himself. 
Close the vents. Check windows and doors. He didnt want any part of it getting into the cabin. 
The night was full of regrets. Hed made the wrong call at every turn, had gotten people killed, and God 
knew what hed unleashed on the world. But maybe he could start making amends now. 
The wind roared across his stubby wings, and the creature floated in the moonlight, waiting. He could see 
the constellations in its veils. 
It was unspeakably lovely, a mixture of mist and starlight, moving easily with the wind. He aimed 
directly at the center of the thing. Hed plow through and come around and rip into it again and keep 
slicing it apart until it was scattered across the sky. 
And when that was done, hed get back on the base course of the fleeing ship. There had to be a way to 
run it to ground. But one thing at a time. 
The comm buzzer alerted him that someone was trying to reach him. 
Kane. 
The apparition began to move, tried to draw aside. Trip-ley felt a surge of joy. It was afraid of him. No, 
you son of a bitch. He adjusted course to keep it in his mental crosshairs. 
The buzzer sounded again. 
He knew what Kane would say. Shes dead. And: Let it go. But it was too late now for common sense. 
Wasnt that what Kane had been saying from the beginning: Use common sense? But it had been hard to 
sort out, to know what to do 
Tripley braced himself, not knowing what to expect. The cloud was growing thinner as he approached, 
but that might have been an illusion, the way mist seems to dissipate when one plunges into it. 
Im sorry, he said, not sure to whom he was speaking. 

And then he ripped into the cloud. Through it. Came out into clear starlight. 
He looked back and saw that hed blown a hole through its center. Parts of it were drifting away. 
He went hard right, circling around for a second pass. He was confident now that it couldnt hurt him. Its 
suppleness appeared to be gone. It was struggling. 
He raced through it again from a different angle, hurling its fragments into the night, exhilarated by the 
taste of vengeance. 
That was for Yoshi. 
And this 
Everything failed. The soft murmur of the magnetics changed to a whine and died. 
The instrument panel lights blinked out. And suddenly the only sound was the whisper of the wind. 
The flyer fell through the night. 
He fought the controls, trying frantically to restart as the trees rushed up. Above him, silhouetted against 
Glory, the largest moon, the cloud was trying to re-form. And in those last moments, riven with fear and 
despair, a brilliant white light erupted on the slopes of Mount Hope. A second sun. He watched it expand, 
watched it engulf the world. 
And he felt a final rush of satisfaction. It had to be the ship. The things masters, at least, were dead. 
And then it ceased to matter. 
1
 New Years Eve, 599 
It seems safe now to assume that the terrestrial origin of life was a unique event. Some will quibble that 
we have, after all, seen only a few thousand of the billions of worlds drifting through the gently curving 
corridors we once called bio-zones. But we have stood on too many warm beaches and looked across 
seas over which no gulls hover, that throw forth neither shells, nor strands of weed, nor algae. They are 
peaceful seas, bounded by rock and sand. 
The universe has come to resemble a magnificent but sterile wilderness, an ocean which boasts no 
friendly coast, no sails, no sign that any have passed this way before. And we cannot help but tremble in 

the gray light of these vast distances. Maybe that is why we are converting the great interstellar liners 
into museums, or selling them for pans. Why we have begun to retreat, why the Nine Worlds are now 
really six, why the frontier is collapsing, why we are going home to our island. 
We are coming back at last to Earth. To the forests of our innocence. To the shores of night. Where we 
need not listen to the seaborne wind. 
Farewell, Centaurus. Farewell to all we might have been. 
ELIO KARDI, The Shores of Night, Voyagers, 571 
Nova goes in three minutes. 
Dr. Kimberly Brandywine looked out across the dozen or so faces in the briefing room. In back, lenses 
were pointed at her, sending the event out across the nets. Behind, her projections read HELLO TO THE 
UNIVERSE and KNOCK and is 
ANYBODY OUT THERE? 
Several flatscreens were positioned around the walls, showing technicians bent over terminals in the 
Trent. These were the teams that would ignite the nova, but the images were fourteen hours old, the time 
required for the hyper-comm transmissions to arrive. 
Everyone present was attractive and youthful, except sometimes for their eyes. However vital and agile 
people were, their true age tended to reveal itself in their gaze. There was a hardness that came with 
advancing years, eyes that somehow lost their depth and their animation. Kim was in her midthirties, with 
exquisite features and hair the color of a ravens wing. In an earlier era, they would have launched ships 
for her. In her own age, she was just part of the crowd. 
If we havent found anybody after all this time, the representative from Seabright Communications was 
saying, it can only be because theres nobody to find. Or, if there is, theyre so far away it doesnt 
matter. 
She delivered her standard reply, discounting the great silence, pointing out that even after eight centuries 
humans had still inspected only a few thousand star systems. But you may be right, she admitted. 
Maybe we are alone. But the fact is that we really dont know. So well keep trying. 
Kim had long since concluded that Seabright was right. They hadnt found so much as an amoeba out 
there. Briefly, at the beginning of the Space Age, thered been speculation that life might exist in 
Europas seas. Or in Jupiters clouds. Thered even been a piece of meteoric rock thought to contain 
evidence of Martian bacteria. It was as close to extraterrestrial life as wed ever come. 

Hands were still waving. 
One more question, she said. 
She gave it to Canon Woodbridge, a science advisor for the Grand Council of the Republic. He was tall, 
dark, bearded, almost satanic in appearance, yet a congenial fiend, one who meant no harm. Kim, he 
said, why do you think were so afraid of being alone? Why do we want so much to find our own 
reflections out there? He glanced in the direction of the screens, where the technicians continued their 
almost-ceremonial activities. 
How on earth would she know? I have no idea, Canon, she said. 
But youre deeply involved in the Beacon Project. And your sister devoted her life to the same goal. 
Maybe its in the wiring. Emily, her clone actually, had vanished when Kim was seven. She paused 
momentarily and tried to deliver a thoughtful response, something about the human need to communicate 
and to explore. I suspect, she said, if theres really nothing out there, if the universe is really empty, or 
at least this part of it is, then maybe a lot of us would feel theres no point to the trip. There was more to 
it than that, she knew. Some primal urge not to be alone. But when she tried to put it into words she 
floundered around, gave up, and glanced at the clock. 
One minute to midnight, New Years Eve, in the two hundred eleventh year of the Republic and the six 
hundredth year since Marquands landing. One minute to detonation. 
How are we doing on time? asked one of the journalists. Are they on schedule? 
Yes, Kim said. As of ten A.M. this morning. The hy-percomm signal from the Trent required 
fourteen hours and some odd minutes to travel the 580 light-years from the scene of detonation. I think 
were safe to assume that the nova is imminent. 
She activated an overhead screen, which picked up an image of the target star. Alpha Maxim was a bright 
AO-class. Hydrogen lines prominent. Surface temperature 11,000 C. Luminosity sixty times that of 
Helios. Five planets. All barren. Like every other known world, save the few that had been terraformed. 
It would be the first of six novas. All would occur within a volume of space which measured 
approximately five hun-dred cubic light-years. And they would be triggered at sixty-day intervals. It 
would be a demonstration that could not help but draw the attention of anyone who might be watching. 
The ultimate message to the stars: We are here. 
But she believed, as almost everyone else did, that the great silence would continue to roll back. 
We live along the shores of night, At the edge of the eternal sea. 

The effort was called the Beacon Project. Its sponsor was Kims employer, the Seabright Institute. But 
even there, among those who had pushed the project, who had worked for years to bring it to fruition, 
there was a deep, pervading pessimism. Maybe it resulted from the knowledge that theyd all be dead 
before any possible answer could come back. Or maybe, as she wholeheartedly believed, it grew from a 
sense that this was a final gesture, more farewell than serious attempt at communication. 
Emily, who had given her life to the great quest, would have been ashamed of her. It just demonstrated, 
Kim thought, how little the DNA really counted. 
The Trent lay at a distance of five AUs from its target. The ship was an ancient cargo vessel refitted 
specifically for Beacon. Immediately after detonation, its crew and technicians would transfer to another 
vessel, which would transit into hyperspace, out of harms way. The Trent would be left to probe and 
measure the nova until the blast silenced it. 
Kim threw a switch, and a computer-generated image of the LK6, a modified antique transport, formed in 
the center of the room. The LK6 was loaded with antimatter, contained within a magnetic bubble. It was 
traveling in hyperspace and, within a few seconds, would emerge in the solar core. If all went well, the 
resulting explosion would destabilize the star and, according to theory, ignite the first artificial nova. 
A clock in the lower right-hand corner indicated the time of the image, and a counter ticked off the last 
seconds, si-multaneously the last of the century and the last before the LK6 entry. 
Kim watched the numbers go to zeroes. The year rolled over to 600 and 580 light-years away the missile 
inserted itself and its payload into the heart of the star. 
Outside, the Institute people applauded. In the briefing room, the mood was strange, almost somber. 
Maxim was older than Helios, and there was a general sense that ending its existence was somehow 
wrong. 
Ladies and gentlemen, said Kim, the pictures will be in tomorrow, and well have them for you at the 
news conference. She thanked them and stepped away from the lectern, and they began to file out of the 
room. 
Woodbridge lingered, looking out the window at the Institutes grounds. They were covered with a thin 
layer of snow. He waited for Kim to join him. I wonder, he said, whether its a good idea to advertise 
our presence until we know who the neighbors are. He wore a dark brown robe belted with a silver sash, 
and his sea green eyes were thoughtful. 
Its a valid question, Canon, she said, but surely anyone intelligent enough to develop interstellar 
travel would be above shooting up strangers. 

Hard to say. He shrugged. If we guess wrong, we could pay a substantial price. He looked up at the 
clear, bright sky. Its obvious that Whoever designed the cosmos wanted to put distance between His 
creatures. 
They pulled on their jackets and walked out onto a terrace. The night was cold. 
Seabright was only a few hundred kilometers north of the equator, but Greerrway, despite its name, was 
not a particularly warm world. The bulk of its population was concentrated in equatorial latitudes. 
An array of telescopes had been set up at the north end of the terrace, away from the buildings. A 
technician stood beside one, talking with a girl. The telescope was pointed toward the southeast, where 
Alpha Maxim was just one more pinpoint of light. 
The girls name was Lyra. She was the technicians daugh-ter, probably ten years old, and could 
reasonably expect to live two centuries. 
I wonder if she thinks shell be able to see the nova, said Woodbridge. 
Kim stepped to one side. Ask her. 
He did, and Lyra smiled one of those vaguely contemptuous smiles that children use when they think 
adults are being condescending. No, Canon, she said, while her mother looked pleased. It will not 
change in my lifetime. 
Nor of her kids, thought Kim. Light was so slow. 
Woodbridge turned back to her. Kim, he said, may I ask you a personal question? 
Of course. 
Do you have any idea what happened to Emily? 
It was a strange question, coming apparently from nowhere. But maybe not, now that she thought about 
it. Emily would have wanted to be here tonight. Woodbridge had known her, and he understood that 
about her. No, Kim said. She got in that taxi and never showed up at the hotel. Thats all I know. She 
looked past the telescopes. Lyras mother had decided it was too cold to stay out any longer, and she was 
ushering the child inside. We never heard a word. 
Woodbridge nodded. Its hard to understand how something like that could happen. They lived in a 
society in which crime was almost unknown. 

I know. It was hard on the family. She pulled her collar higher to ward off the night air. Shed have 
supported Beacon, but she would have been impatient with it. 
Why? 
Takes too long. Were trying to say hello in a scientific way, but nobody expects a reply for millennia. 
At best. Shed have wanted results tonight. 
What about you? 
What about what? 
How do you feel about all this? I cant believe youre satisfied with Beacon either. 
She looked at the sky. Utterly empty, as far as the eye can 
see. Canon, she said, Id like to know the truth. But it isnt something that drives my life. / am not my 
sister. 
I feel much the same way. But I must admit Id prefer it if were alone. Much safer that way. 
Kim nodded. Why did you ask? she said. About my sister? 
No reason, really. You look so much alike. And youre both so caught up in the same issue. In there 
tonight, listening to you, I almost felt she were back. 
Kim called a cab and went up to the roof. While she waited she checked her mail and found a message 
from Solly: Dont forget tomorrow. 
Solly was one of the Institutes pilots and a fellow diving enthusiast. Theyd made plans several days ago 
to go down to the wreck of the Caledonian. That would be in the late afternoon, after the transmissions 
had come in from the Trent, and everyone had celebrated properly, and the media people had gone off to 
put together their stories. 
Kim had visited the wreck before. The Caledonian was a fishing yacht, lying in twenty fathoms, on the 
seaward side of Capelo Island. She liked the sense of timelessness the sunken ship evoked, the feeling 
that she was living simultaneously in different eras. The excursion would also provide a break from the 
long hours and extended effort of the last few weeks. 
The cab landed and she climbed in, touched her bracelet to the dex, and told it to take her home. It lifted, 
arced around toward the east, and accelerated. She heard the blatt of a horn as she left, a final farewell 

from someone celebrating either the blast or New Years. Then she was sailing over forest and parkland. 
Seabrights towers in the north glittered with lights. The parks fell away into sandy beach and the cab 
arced out over the sea. 
Greenway was predominantly a water world. Its single continent was Equatoria, and Seabright lay on its 
eastern coast. At its widest, it was just over seven hundred kilometers across. The globe-spanning ocean 
had no name. 
The cab skimmed low over the water, crossed Bagby Inlet and the hotball courts on Branch Island. It 
sailed out beyond the channel, passed a couple of yachts, and began its approach to Korbee Island, a twokilometer-
long strip of land so narrow that many of its houses had ocean views front and back. 
Kims home, like most of the others in the area, was a modest two-story with a wraparound lower deck. It 
was rounded at the corners to counter the force of the winds that blew almost constantly off the ocean. 
The cab descended onto her landing pad, which was located behind the house on a platform elevated over 
the incoming tide. She climbed down and stood wearily for a moment, listening to the sea. The rest of the 
island seemed dark and silent except for the Dickensons, who were still celebrating the new year. Out on 
the beach, she could see a campfire. Kids. 
It had been a long day and she was tired and glad to be home. But she suspected her weariness was not a 
result of the sixteen or so hours that had passed since shed left home this morning; rather it had risen 
from her knowledge that shed come to the end of something important. Beacon had been launched, and 
the public relations aspect of it would be given over to someone else. She would go back to her regular 
fund-raising duties. Damned poor career for an astrophysicist. The reality was that she didnt sparkle at 
her specialty, but she did have a talent for talking people into giving substantial contributions. 
Damn. 
She started toward the house and the taxi lifted off. Lights came on. The door opened for her. Good 
evening, Kim, said Shepard. I see the program went well. Shepard was the household AI. 
Yes, it did, Shep. As far as we know, everythings on schedule. Like all AIs, Shepard was theoretically 
not self-aware. Everything was simulation. True artificial intelligence remained beyond the reach of 
science, and the common wisdom now held that it was impossible. But one was never sure where 
simulation ended. Of course we wont really know for another twelve hours. 
You had several calls, he said. Mostly congratulatory. He ticked off a list of names, friends and 
professional colleagues, and a few relatives. 
And at least one, she said, that wasnt congratulatory? 

Well, this one too commended you. But that wasnt the reason he called. It was from Sheyel Tolliver. 
Sheyel? That was a name out of the past. Sheyel had been a professor of history at the university during 
her undergraduate years. Hed been a superb instructor, and hed taken an interest in her despite the fact 
that she was a physics major. She was somewhat adrift then. Her parents had died in a flyer accident, the 
first one recorded in Seabright in five years. It had happened during her second year, and Sheyel had gone 
out of his way for her, had made himself available when she wanted to talk, had encouraged her, 
reassured her, and in the end got her to believe in herself. But that was fifteen years ago. Did he say what 
he wanted? 
Only that he wishes to speak with you. I dont think hes well. 
Where is he? 
In Tempest. Three hundred kilometers away. 
She was pleased that hed remembered her. But she couldnt imagine why he was contacting her after so 
many years. Thats really strange, she said. 
He asked that you call him directly when you returned home. 
She glanced at her link. It was past 1:00 A.M. Ill call him in the morning. 
Kim, he was quite specific. 
Itll have to wait. Im sure he didnt expect me to get him up in the middle of the night. She went into 
the kitchen and made a cup of coffee, talked idly with the AI for twenty minutes, and decided to call it a 
night. 
She showered, turned out the lights, and stood at her window looking at the breakers. The section of the 
sky which held Alpha Maxim had rotated up over the roof where she couldnt see it. The fire on the beach 
had apparently been abandoned but had not quite gone out. She watched sparks rising into the night. 
It is beautiful, said Shepard. 
Something ached within her, but she couldnt have said what it was. The tide was out and had not yet 
turned, so the sea was silent. She could almost have believed the ocean wasnt there tonight, gone into the 
dark with Emily. 
It was hard, on this special night, to put her sister out of her mind. Their last day together had included a 
frolic in the surf. Theyd had a rubber sea horse from which Kim kept deliberately sliding off. Help, 
Emily. And the beautiful woman whose image she knew shed one day inherit had pretended endlessly to 

be startled anew and would splash to her rescue. That Kim would one day be Emily had made her 
impossibly happy. Thered been pictures of Emily at seven, and Mom had always shaken her head over 
them. Why, isnt that Kim? she would say, knowing quite well who was in the picture. 
At the end of that afternoon, Emily had told her she was going away for fifteen months. An eternity to a 
child. Kim had been angry, had refused to speak as they rode home in a taxi. 
It was the last time she saw her sister. And there had rarely been a day in all the years since that she had 
not wished she could get that taxi ride back. 
A few months later shed been leaving for school and her mother had sat her down and told her 
something had happened, they werent sure what, but 
Nobody could find her. Emily was supposed to have come home, and had come back to Greenway ahead 
of schedule. Shed come down from Sky Harbor into Terminal City and gotten into a cab with another 
woman to go to their hotel. But she never got there. And nobody knew what had happened. 
Someone was walking on the beach. A woman with a dog. Despite the cold. Kim watched until they 
disappeared around the bend at the shoal and the beach was empty again. Yes, it is beautiful, Shep, she 
said. 
She pulled on a fresh pair of pajamas, which were of course connected to Shepards systems and capable 
of producing a wide range of sensations. The curtains rustled in a sudden breeze and she climbed into 
bed. Shepard turned out the lights. Program tonight, Kim? he asked. 
Please. 
You wish me to choose? She usually left it to him. It was more exciting that way. 
Yes. 
Goodnight, Kim, he said. 
Cyrus was apologetic. Kim, he said, the insertion wont work. That means the programming is 
useless. He looked impossibly handsome in the subdued light of the operations center. 
Which means you cant detonate the pay load. 
Thats right. 
She glanced up at Alpha Maxim on the screens. We dont have time to rewrite the code. 

He nodded. Missions blown. 
Maybe not, she said. We can try to do it by the seat of our pants. 
Kim, we both know thats not possible. His eyes widened. / say we concede the effort and make the 
most of the moment 
Cyrus 
/ love you, Kim. What do we care whether the star goes up or not? 
Shepard woke her at seven. Orange juice and toast were waiting. You know he observed, hes not a 
responsible commander. 
I know, she said. 
Do you want me?  
The juice was delicious. Keep the program the way it is, she said. 
As you wish, Kim. He was laughing at her. And you have an incoming call. From Professor Tolliver. 
At seven oclock? Put him through, she said. 
Sheyel Tolliver had aged. The energy seemed to have drained away. His face had grown sallow. His 
beard, black in the old days, had gone to gray. But he smiled when he saw her. Kim, he said, I 
apologize for calling you so early. I wanted to get you before you left for work. 
Its good to hear from you, Professor. Its been a long time. 
Yes, it has. He sat propped against a couple of cushions in an exquisitely carved chair with dragonsclaw 
arms. I saw you last night. Youre very good. Kim had been on most of the newscasts. I should 
congratulate you, by the way. Youve done well for yourself. 
She let him see she did not like the job. Its not the field Id have chosen. 
Yes. He looked uncomfortable. One never knows how things will turn out, I suppose. You had 
planned to be an astronomer, as I recall. 
An astrophysicist. 

But youre quite good behind a lectern. And I thought youd have made a decent historian. 
Thanks. I appreciate that. 
His mood darkened, became somber. Id like to talk to you about something quite serious, and I want 
you to hear me out. 
Why would I not do that? 
Save the question for a few minutes, Kim. Let me ask you first about the Beacon Project. Have you any 
influence over it? 
None whatever, she said. I just do their PR. 
He nodded. Pity. 
Why is that? 
He thought very carefully about his reply. Id like to see it stopped. 
She stared at him. Why? Thered been some protest groups who thought triggering stars was immoral, 
even though no ecosystem was involved. But she couldnt believe that her tough-minded old teacher 
could be involved with that crowd. 
He rearranged his cushions. Kim, I dont think its prudent to advertise our presence when we dont 
know whats out there. 
Her respect for him dropped several levels on the spot. That was the kind of sentiment she could accept 
from someone like Woodbridge, who never thought about the sciences other than as a route to better 
engineering. But Sheyel was another matter altogether. 
I really think any concerns along those lines are groundless, Professor. 
He pressed an index finger against his jaw. We have a connection you probably dont know about, Kim. 
Yoshi was my great granddaughter. 
Yoshi? 
Amara. 
Kim caught her breath. Yoshi Amara had been the other woman in Emilys cab. Shed also been one of 

her sisters colleagues on the Hunter, on its last mission. 
Both women had returned with the Hunter after another fruitless search for extraterrestrial life, this one 
cut short by an equipment malfunction. Theyd gone down in the elevator to Terminal City, where they 
were booked at the Royal Palms Hotel. Theyd taken the cab and ridden right off the planet. 
Youre right, Kim said. I didnt know. 
He reached beside him, picked up a cup, and sipped from it. A wisp of steam rose into the air. I recall 
thinking when I first saw you, he said, how closely you resembled Emily. But you were young then. 
Now youre identical. Are you a clone, if you dont mind my asking? 
Yes, said Kim. There are several of us spread across four generations. Save for nuances of expression 
and their hair styles, they were impossible to tell apart. You knew Emily, then? 
I only met her once. At the farewell party before the mission left. Yoshi invited me. Your sister was a 
brilliant woman. A bit driven, I thought. But then, so was Yoshi. 
I think we all are, Professor, Kim said. At least everybody worth knowing. 
Yes, I quite agree. He studied her for a long moment. How much do you know about the last voyage? 
On the Hunter? 
Actually, not much. Kim wasnt aware there was anything to know. Emily wanted to find extraterrestrial 
life. Preferably intelligent extraterrestrial life. And shed cared about little else, except Kim. Emily had 
gone through two marriages with men who simply did not want to deal with an absentee wife. Shed 
shipped out on the Hunter any number of times, often on voyages of more than a years duration. Theyd 
found nothing, and she had come back on each occasion certain that next time would be different. They 
didnt get far. They had engine trouble, and they came home. She felt puzzled. What did he expect her to 
say? 
His smile left her feeling as if she were once again an undergraduate. Was it really that long ago he had 
led them in work songs from the era then under study, the terraforming years on Greenway? His 
classroom had rocked with Granite John and Lay My Bones in the Deep Blue Sea. 
I think there was a little more to it, he said. I think they found something. 
Something! What kind of something! 
What they were looking for. 
Had it been anyone else, she would have simply found a way to terminate the conversation. Professor 

Tolliver, if they did, they forgot to mention it when they got back. 
I know, he said. They kept it quiet. 
Why would they do that? She adopted her best lets-be-reasonable tone. 
I dont know. Maybe they were frightened by what theyd found. 
Frightened? The ships captain was Markis Kane. A war hero who had a wing of the Mighty Third 
Memorial Museum all to himself. Hed been killed a few years ago while attempting to rescue children 
during a forest fire in North America. Thats hard to believe, she said. 
Nevertheless, I think its what happened. 
Thered been only four people on the Hunter. Kane, Emily, Yoshi. And Kile Tripley, head of the Tripley 
Foundation, which had sponsored the missions. He too had vanished, and that was an odd business. 
Tripley and Kane had both lived in the Severin Valley in the western mountain region of Equatoria. Three 
days after the Hunter had returned from its mission, after the women had disappeared, a still-unexplained 
explosion had ripped apart the eastern face of Mount Hope, had leveled Severin Village and killed three 
hundred people. Tripley had never been found after the event and was presumed buried somewhere in the 
rubble. 
Most of the experts at the Institute thought it had been a meteor, but no trace of the object had ever been 
found. The force of the explosion had been estimated at roughly equivalent to a small nuclear bomb. 
Its all connected, Tolliver said. The Hunter mission, the disappearances, the explosion. 
Thered been stories to that effect for years. It was a favorite subject of the conspiracy theorists. And 
maybe there was something to it. But there was no evidence, and she hated sitting here with Sheyel 
Tolliver talking about Mount Hope. It saddened her to see her old teacher reduced to a believer in coverups 
and visitors from other worlds. 
There were all sorts of lunatic theories about the incident. Some said that a micro black hole had come to 
ground. Theyd searched the logs of ships and aircraft on the other side of Greenway looking for an 
indication that the hole had emerged from the ocean. Much as researchers had a thousand years before, 
after the Tunguska event. As it turned out, there had been a spout under a heavy sky, so the story had 
gained credence. Even though everyone knew there could be no such thing as a micro black hole. 
Others were convinced a government experiment had gone wrong. The experiment was said by one group 
to have involved time-travel research; by another, mass transfer-ence. Still others thought an antimatter 
alien ship had exploded while trying to land. 

Kim, he said, how much do you know about Kile Tripley? 
I know he was a wealthy freelance enthusiast who wanted to make a name for himself. Tripley had 
been the CEO of Interstellar, Inc., which specialized in restoring and maintaining jump engines, which 
moved starships into and out of hyperspace. 
He was a tough-minded man, had to be in that business, Tolliver said. Have you by any chance read 
Korkels biography? 
She hadnt. 
He made it quite clear that Tripley wasnt going to be satisfied just bagging a bacterium somewhere. He 
wanted to find a thinking creature. A civilization. It was the whole purpose of the Foundationthe whole 
purpose of his existence. 
Like Emily. 
One of the saddest places anywhere in the Nine Worlds was the abandoned radio telescope array on the 
far side of Earths moon, designed explicitly to search for artificial radio signals. Far more versatile than 
anything that had gone before, it had closed down its SETI function after something over a century and a 
half of futility, and was eventually diverted to other uses. By now, it was obsolete, standing only as a 
monument to a lost dream. Were alone. 
Theres never been a signal. Never a sign of a supercivi-lization building Dyson spheres. Never a visitor. 
There was really only one conclusion to draw. 
She spread her hands helplessly, wondering how to break off the conversation. Professor 
My name is Sheyel, Kim. 
Sheyel. Im inclined to accept whatever you say simply because it comes from you. But Im reminded 
of 
The danger of assigning too much credence to the source when weighing the validity of an argument. 
Of course, after this you may categorize me as an unreliable source. 
Im thinking about it, she admitted. You must know something you havent told me. 
I do. He rearranged the cushions. The Hunter left St. Johns February twelfth, 573. St. Johns was an 
outpost in the Cynex system, last water hole before leaping into the unknown. They were bound for the 
Golden Chalice in the Drum Nebula. Lots of old, yellow suns. First stop was to be he looked down at 
something she couldnt see, QCY449187, a class G. But of course they never got that far. 

They had a problem with the jump engines, said Kim. 
According to the record, yes. They came out of hyper-space in the middle of nowhere, made temporary 
repairs, and turned back. 
But they didnt return to St. Johns. Kane decided St. Johns couldnt manage the problem. So they came 
all the way home to Sky Harbor, arriving March thirtieth. It was ironic, of course, that the Hunter, whose 
owner had made a fortune repairing and maintaining jump engines, should suffer such a breakdown. But 
nevertheless 
There it was. 
Okay, said Kim, in a tone that suggested she saw nothing out of the way in any of this. 
He produced another picture. Yoshi, Tripley, and Emily in Foundation jumpsuits. Yoshi had chiseled 
cheekbones and riveting dark eyes. A white scarf highlighted her youth. Kim saw a monogram on the 
scarf and asked about it. 
Its a crescent, he explained. His gaze turned inward. She liked crescents. Collected them. Wore them 
as jewelry and monograms. 
Anyway, an hour or so after they docked at Sky Harbor, Yoshi called me. 
That got Kims attention. What did she say? 
Granpop, we struck gold. 
Gold? 
Thats right. She said that shed be in touch; but she couldnt say anything more for the moment. Asked 
me to say nothing. 
Sheyel 
It can only have one meaning. 
Kim tried to hide her frustration. She might have been talking about a romance. 
She said we. 

Did you talk to Kane? 
Of course. He maintained that nothing unusual happened. He told me he was sorry about the others, all 
three missing within a few days of the return, but he had no idea what had happened to them. 
She sat watching him a long time. Sheyel, she said at last, I dont know what you want me to do about 
any of this. 
Okay. His expression revealed nothing. I understand. 
To be honest, I havent heard anything that persuades me they made contact. That is what youre 
implying, isnt it? 
I appreciate your time, Kim. He moved to cut her off. 
Wait, she said. Weve both suffered losses in this incident. Thats painful. Especially since we dont 
know what happened. My mother was haunted by it until the day she died. She took a deep breath, 
knowing this would be a good time to break away. Is there anything youre not telling me? 
He watched her for a long moment. You mentioned contact. I think they brought something back with 
them. 
The conversation had already been too exotic for anything to surprise her now. But that statement came 
close. What kind of something? 
I dont know. His eyes flickered and seemed to lose focus. Read the accounts about the aftermath in 
the Severin Valley. For years after the explosion, people have claimed theyve seen things in the woods. 
Lights, apparitions. There were reports of horses and dogs showing signs of restlessness. 
Kim felt embarrassed for him, and he saw it. 
They abandoned the town, he persisted. They left. 
They abandoned it because the explosion weakened a dam. The dam was too expensive to repair so the 
authorities just encouraged everyone to move out. Anyway people had bad memories. 
They took down the dam, said Sheyel, because everyone was leaving. Kim, Ive been there. There is 
something loose up there. 
She listened to the air currents circulating through the room. Did you ever see anything, Sheyel? 

Ive felt it. Go look for yourself. After dark. Do that much. Its all I ask. 
Sheyel 
But dont go alone. 
2
We may never know what really happened at Mount Hope. Those who maintain that a secret government 
project hidden on the slopes went terribly awry on that April night have to explain how a government 
notoriously unable to keep any kind of secret could have kept this one for so many years. The theory that 
the area was struck by a micro black hole seems equally indefensible until someone proves that such an 
exotic object can even exist. As to the antimatter explanation, the board, after exhaustive investigation, 
can find no conceivable source. For now, at least, the cause of the Mount Hope event cannot be 
satisfactorily explained. 
Report of the Conciliar Commission, March 3, 584 
In effect, Kim and her charges, a combination of commentators, contributors, and political heavyweights, 
were afloat in the void at relatively close range to Alpha Maxim. They were seated in four rows of 
armchairs, some sipping coffee or fruit juice, one or two pushed back as if it might be possible to fall. The 
suns glare was muted. Its apparent size was about twice that of Helios at noon. 
Two clocks, positioned among the stars, counted down to ignition. 
Kim, in the rear, was doing a play-by-play. The LK6 is now two minutes from making its jump into the 
solar core. When it does, it will try to materialize in an area already densely packed with matter. Canon 
Woodbridge, seated up front, was talking on a phone while he watched. 
This alone would be enough to create a massive explosion. But the LK6 is loaded with a cargo of 
antimatter. The reaction will be enough to destabilize the star. 
Beside her, a technician signaled that the operation was still on schedule. 
We have a report from the McCollum that the last crewmembers have left the Trent, and that they have 
begun to pull away. 
One of the observers wanted to know about safety margins. How long would it take before the shock 
wave hit the Trentl 
Theres no danger to any of the personnel. Theyll be gone long before the first effects of the nova reach 
their former location. Incidentally, the Trent wont be destroyed by the shock wave. The light will get 

there first, and thatll be quite enough. 
Could she explain? 
A nova puts out a lot of photons. Think of a near-solid wall moving at lightspeed. 
The clock produced a string of zeroes. 
Insertion is complete, she said. 
Kim. It was the representative of a corporation that almost routinely underwrote Institute activities. 
How long will it be before we start to see the first effects? 
Thats a gray area, Ann. To be honest, we have no idea. 
There were skeptics among the witnesses, some who believed that the Institute had overreached, that 
blowing up a star was simply beyond human capability. Several, she knew, would have been pleased to 
see the effort fail. Some did not like the Institute; some did not like its director. Others were simply 
uncomfortable at the prospect of human beings wielding that kind of power. Woodbridge was among 
these. Despite his remarks the previous evening, Kim knew that his real misgivings flowed from a basic 
distrust of human nature. 
Minutes passed and nothing happened. She heard something fall and strike the invisible floor. They grew 
restless. In their experience, explosions were supposed to happen when they were triggered. 
The first signs of stress showed up at zero plus eighteen minutes and change. Bright lines appeared 
around Alpha Maxims belt. The chromosphere became visibly turbulent. Fountains of light erupted off 
the solar surface. 
At zero plus twenty-two minutes the sun began to visibly expand. The process was slow: it might have 
been a balloon filling gradually with water. Enormous tidal forces started to overwhelm the spherical 
shape, flattening it, disrupting it, inducing monumental quakes. 
At twenty-six minutes, eleven seconds, it exploded. 
It was often possible to make a reasonable guess at a persons age from the physical characteristics his or 
her parents had selected. Different eras favored different skin tones, body types, hair colors. Concepts of 
beauty changed: women from one age tended to be well developed, their centers of gravity, as Solly 
Hobbs had once remarked, several centimeters in front of them; another era favored willowy, boyish 
women. Mens physiques ranged from heroic to slim. The current fashion was to consider bulk as 
somehow in poor taste. Males born during the next few years were going to resemble a generation of 
ballet dancers. 

During the eighties, parents of both sexes had opted for classic features, the long jawline, eyes wide apart, 
straight nose. Teenage girls now looked by and large as if theyd stepped down from pedestals in the 
Acropolis. Kim had come from an earlier time when the pixie look was in vogue. She tried to compensate 
by maintaining a straightforward no-nonsense attitude, and by avoiding a programmed tendency to cant 
her head and smile sweetly. She also adapted her hair style to cover her somewhat elvin ears. 
Solomon Hobbs was from an age that had favored biceps and shoulders, although he had allowed things 
to deteriorate somewhat. Solly was one of the Institutes four starship pilots. Kim had come to know him, 
however, not through an official connection, but because of their mutual interest in diving. Solly had been 
a member of the Sea Knights when Kim joined. 
He had clear blue eyes, brown hair that was always in disarray, and a careless joviality that contrasted 
with a culture that thought of having fun as serious business, something one did to maintain a proper 
psychological balance. 
After the lights came on and her guests had drifted away, Kim caught a cab which deposited her at the 
foot of Sollys pier. The dive on the Caledonian was to be their way of welcoming the new year. Theyd 
been looking forward to it for weeks, but as they rounded Capelo Island, riding a cold wind, Kim began 
to describe her conversation with Sheyel. It wasnt a story she enjoyed telling, because it cast her former 
teacher as a crank. Yet she felt driven to talk about it. When she finished, he asked gently how much 
confidence she had in Tolliver. 
If youd asked me two days ago she said. 
People lose touch as they get older. Solly squinted at the sun. The sloop rose and fell. It happens. 
They listened to the sea. 
I almost feel, said Kim, as if I owe it to Emily to do something. 
Emily would tell you to forget it. 
Kim laughed. That was funny. Emily was by no means a mark for every weird idea, but there had been 
something in her that wanted to get beyond the merely physical universe. Given a choice between 
daylight and darkness, shed have opted for the night every time. No, she said. Emily would have 
wanted me to do something. Not just let it go. 
Like run up to Severin? 
She made a face. I know. Its dumb even to think about it. 

Solly shrugged. Turn it into a vacation. 
Im going to have to get back to him. To Sheyel. I dont like the way we left things. 
And you dont want to call him and tell him 
Right. That I didnt bother to check out the woods. 
They both laughed. The wind brought some spray inboard. 
Solly, Ill just say I didnt have time to go. That Ill get around to it when I can. 
Didnt you tell me this guy was a good teacher? 
Yeah. He was good. 
And youre going to tell him you didnt have time to check something out for him? That you were too 
busy? Even though your sister was involved? 
Solly, I dont really want to get caught up in this. 
Then dont. His sensors picked up the wreck, and he tacked a few points to port. Moving up on it, he 
said. 
I mean, what happens to my reputation if it gets around Ive gone ghost hunting? 
Kim, why dont you take him at his word? We both know youre not going to sleep until you do. Look, 
its only a few hours to Severin. Do it. What did he say was out there? A spook? 
He didnt exactly say. Somethings loose. 
Well, that could be pretty much anything. 
I think he was suggesting Id know it when I saw it. 
Give it a chance. When nothing happens you can tell him you tried. 
He dropped anchor and they changed into their wet suits. Kim folded her clothes carefully on the cabin 
bunk, then removed her silver earrings and laid them on top of her blouse. They were dolphins, given to 
her years ago by an otherwise forgettable amour. Then they sat down on the deck and resumed the 
conversation while they pulled on flippers and adjusted thermostats. Kim knew that the dive could not be 

made until the Tolliver issue was settled. 
You think I owe him that, she said. 
I think you owe it to yourself. He put his mask on, adjusted it, attached the converter, and took a deep 
breath. Ill go with you, if you want. 
You really would? 
Im on an off-rotation for a couple of weeks. Plenty of time available if youd like to do it. 
Actually, she did. Okay, she said. Im supposed to talk to the Germane Society the day after 
tomorrow. Wednesday. And Ive got a fund-raiser at Sky Harbor next Saturday. 
Whats next Saturday? 
The Star Queen christening. Maybe this weekend would be a good time. 
I dont think I want to ask you what the Germane Society is. 
They are relevant. 
Solly grinned. Is it a luncheon? 
Yes. 
Why wait till the weekend? Eagle Points a tourist spot. Cheaper to hit it now. Why dont we leave 
Wednesday afternoon? After the Relevant Society? 
Germane 
Whatever. 
You sound terribly interested all of a sudden. 
A night in the Severin Valley with a beautiful woman? Why wouldnt I be interested? 
Her relationship with Solly was purely platonic. Hed been married when they first met, so they became 
friends before they could have become lovers. Shed liked him from the first. When Solly became eligible 
after he and his wife had failed to renew the marriage, she had considered signaling a romantic interest. 
But hed seemed reluctant. Best way he knew of, he said, to put a rift between them. Shed wondered 

whether there was a secret agenda somewhere, perhaps another woman. Or whether he meant what he 
said. Eventually the arrangement came to seem quite natural. 
I used the VR this morning, she said, after I got off the circuit with Sheyel. She pulled the converter 
on over her shoulders and connected it. I spent an hour looking at the Severin woods. Theyre just 
woods. 
Its not quite the same as being there, said Solly. 
A wave passed under the boat and set it rocking. He dipped his mask in the water and put it on. What 
about Kane? What happened to him? 
He retired after the Hunter incident. Went into seclusion, I guess. I havent done much research on him 
yet. 
Aha. 
What aha! What are you trying to say? 
Research? So we are interested in this, are we? 
She rolled her eyes. Just curiosity. He stayed in Severin Village until they evacuated. When they took 
down the dam. He moved to Terminal City after that, and then he headed out. Eventually landed on Earth. 
Canada. Lived on his retirement income, I guess. 
Is he still alive? 
He died a few years ago trying to rescue some kids. In a forest fire. . 
Solly pulled on his flippers. And he always told the same story? 
The conspiracy freaks were constantly after him. That appears to be the reason he left Greenway. But 
yes: He maintained that nothing unusual happened on the Hunter mission. They went out. They had an 
engine problem. They came back. Didnt know what happened to the women. Thought Tripley died in the 
blast. 
Mount Hope. 
Yes. 
He lowered himself into the water, and his voice came in over her phones. There is someone you might 

try talking to. 
She watched him start down, and then followed him in. Whos that? 
Benton Tripley. Kiles son. His office is at Sky Harbor. When you go there next weekend, why dont 
you stop by and see him? He might be able to tell you something. 
I dont know. She slipped beneath the surface and filled her lungs several times to assure herself the 
converter was working properly. The air was sweet and cool. When she was satisfied, she started down. 
I think Ill settle for just looking at the woods and let it go at that. 
Bars of sunlight faded quickly. A long rainbow-colored fish darted past. The oceans of Greenway had 
filled rapidly with lobsters and tarpon and whales and algae and seaweed. 
She dropped through alternating warm and cold currents. Solly, now trailing behind her, switched on his 
wristlamp. 
The Caledonian had been running among the islands on its way out to the banks with nineteen passengers 
and a three-person crew when a freak storm blew up. It became a legendary event because thered been 
some famous people on board, and because thered been only two survivors. One had been the 
unfortunate captain, later held negligent by a board of inquiry, charging failure to train his crew, poor 
ship handling, failure to develop emergency procedures. His situation was exacerbated by the suspicion 
that on the night of the accident hed been frolicking in his quarters with a married passenger. 
The ships wheel was on display at the Marine Museum in Seabright. Other divers had gone over the 
wreck and taken whatever they could. Even Kim, who was usually inclined to respect such things, had 
removed a latch from a cabin door. The latch was now inside a block of crystal, which she kept hidden in 
her bedroom because visitors had made a point of showing their disapproval. Moves were currently afoot 
to declare the area a seapark, install monitoring equipment, and thereby protect it from future looters. 
Kim, with the quiet hypocrisy that seems wired into the human soul, favored the measure. She soothed 
her conscience by promising herself shed donate the latch to the museum. When the time came. 
She left her own lamp off, savoring the dark and the solitude and the moving water. The bottom came 
into view. A school of fish, drawn by Sollys light, hurried past. 
Ahead she could make out the wreck. It lay on its starboard side in the mud, half buried. Its rudder was 
gone, the spars were gone, planking was gone. Anything that could be carried off had been taken. Still it 
retained a kind of pathetic dignity. 
The seabottoms of Greenway, unlike those of Earth, were not littered with the wrecks of thousands of 
years of seafaring and warmaking. It was in fact possible to count the number of sinkings along the 
eastern coast, during five centuries, on two hands. Only one, the Caledonian, had been a ship in the true 

sense of the word. The others had all been skimmers. The loss of a vessel was so rare an event that 
anything that went down became immediately a subject of folklore. 
They were approaching bow-on. Kim switched on her light. Spooky as ever, said Solly. 
It wasnt the adjective Kim would have used. Forlorn, perhaps. Abandoned. 
Yet maybe he was right. 
They drifted down toward the foredeck. 
The other survivor had testified that the ships captain had done what he could. 
The unfortunate skippers name was Jon Halvert. Hed used a lantern to signal passengers to the lifeboats, 
and renderings of the incident invariably showed him holding the lantern high, helping men and women 
off the stricken ship. But it had all come too late and the Caledonian had turned over within seconds and 
plunged to the bottom. Historians believed that, the view of the board of inquiry notwithstanding, nothing 
the captain could have done would have made any significant difference. But there had been, as always, 
the need to establish responsibility. To lay blame. 
Kim felt a special affection for him. Halvert seemed to represent the human condition: struggling under 
impossible circumstances, answerable for lack of perfection, holding the lantern nonetheless. But in the 
end it makes no difference. 
Within a year of the event he died, and it became a popular legend that his spirit hovered in the vicinity of 
the wreck. 
Divers only visit the Caledonian when the weather is good. But when the wind is stirring and rain is on 
the horizon, you can sail out to the spot and look down through the water, and youll see the glow of the 
captains lantern moving along the decks and ladders while he urges his passengers toward the boats. 
Kim had read that in True Equatorian Specters. One ver-sion of the story had it that he was damned to 
continue the search until the last victim had been rescued. 
Solly must have known what she was thinking. There he is, he said, directing her attention toward a 
luminous jellyfish over the port quarter. 
They swam down to the pilothouse and passed before the empty frames. There was nothing left inside. 
Even the wheel mount was missing. But it was easy to conjure up the voyagers that night, lounging about 
the decks, looking forward to a week at sea, suddenly aware of a threatening sky. 
They emerged on the starboard side and moved aft. Kim used her wristlamp to illuminate the interior. The 

cabins were, of course, stark and empty. 
Forty minutes later they surfaced, climbed aboard the sloop, and changed. Then they broke out dinner: 
turkey and salad and cold beer. It was beginning to get dark. The sky was cloudless, the sea a sheet of 
glass. 
This place is a good example of what stage management does, said Solly. It feels as if the supernatural 
can happen down there. The stories are pure fantasy, but when Im near the wreck Im not so sure. Thats 
the way the Severin Woods will be. 
Different sets of rules, she agreed. Take away the light, and werewolves are possible. She touched a 
presspad and soft music came out of the speakers. 
They sat in the cabin, the food spread out on a table. A couple of islands lay on the horizon. In the 
distance another sailboat was moving across their line of vision. Solly made a sandwich and took a bite. 
Kim, he said when hed gotten enough down that he could talk again, do you believe ghosts are 
possible? 
She studied him, and decided he was quite serious. Running into a real ghost would change everything 
we believe about the way the universe works. 
Im not so sure about it, he said. 
Why? 
I once served aboard the Persepholis. It had a haunted stateroom. 
Haunted how? 
Strange noises. Voices no one could account for. Cold spots. 
You ever see any of this? 
He considered the question. Yeah. I can remember walking past it on watch, hearing voices inside. 
Might have been the passengers. 
This was after they stopped using it for passengers, Kim. It became a storage area. 
Did you look inside? 

First couple of times, yes. Didnt see anything. After that I just let it go. 
Not that I doubt you, she said, but Id have to see it for myself. 
They ate quietly. Solly looked out toward the mainland, just visible in the east. Plato believed in ghosts, 
he said. 
Plato? Kim was skeptical. 
He thought ghosts came from drinking too much wine. He laughed at her reaction. Its true. He says 
somewhere that when people get too attracted to their earthly lives, too many good times, too much sex, 
that when they die their souls get tangled up with the flesh and cant get free. He thinks thats why spirits 
hang around cemeteries. Theyre sort of pinned to their bodies. 
Kim finished the sandwich, scooped up some cranberry sauce, and washed everything down with the 
beer. Youre really caught up on this Severin business, arent you, Solly? 
He was refilling their glasses. No. Not really. But when the sun goes down, it becomes a different kind 
of world. 
Hell of an attitude for a starship pilot. 
He let her see how much he was enjoying the beer. Maybe Ive been out in the dark too many times, he 
said. 
Alpha Maxim had erupted in an explosion that would be visible for a billion light-years. Of course, if a 
response had to come from that kind of distance nothing human would be here to receive it. The species 
would long since have evolved into something else. 
The news accounts were filled with Beacon stories, including excerpts from religious and conservation 
figures, whod entered into an unusual alliance, declaring the detonations either acts against God or 
against the environment. 
Kim understood peoples objection to blowing up suns, even suns with planetary systems which would 
never be home to anything except iron and methane. The worlds that had been engulfed yesterday had 
been orbiting Maxim for time out of mind, and it seemed indecent to disturb them. 
She shook off the misapprehension and her thoughts drifted to Sheyel Tolliver. Shed been tempted to 
call him after she got back from the Caledonian dive, talk to him casually as though last nights 
conversation had not been at all unusual, to assure herself that he was okay, that he had taken no offense. 
But she decided it was better left alone. 

She spent much of the following day in a conference with Matt Flexner, trying to draw up a strategy for 
squeezing additional funds from the central government. Elections were imminent and the Premier knew 
that either of his prospective opponents would turn money for the Institute into another example of 
government waste. 
The problem, as Kim saw it, was to demonstrate why the Institute was valuable to the taxpayers, who 
tended to see it as a way to create jobs for overeducated people with nowhere to go. Kim hated to admit 
it, but she wasnt sure the taxpayers were altogether wrong. She did not, of course, share that opinion 
with Matt. Only Solly knew how she felt. 
Matt Flexner had literally been around the Seabright Institute for a century. At thirty, hed been one of its 
showpieces, a world-class physicist, doing breakthrough work in transdimensional structure. But the 
extension of life had underscored quite clearly what scientists had always known: that truly creative work 
must be done during the early years, or it will not be done at all. Genius fades quickly, like the rose in 
midsummer. And all the genetic enhancement known to science had not been able to change that 
melancholy reality. 
Matt had adjusted, passed his work unfinished to younger hands, and gone into less demanding fields. 
Public relations, Kim thought sadly, recognizing that her genius had never got off the train. If Matt had 
come up short, at least hed been in the game. People would remember him. 
He still looked thirty, of course. He had a broad forehead and a whimsical smile and a long nose. His hair 
and beard were black, and he was an extraordinarily gifted tennis player. 
Kim was his chief lieutenant. 
She told him that shed be gone for a couple of days. Her schedule was her own. Nobody cared how she 
came and went as long as she got the job done. And the immediate job was to persuade the members of 
the Germane Society that the Institute was a worthy recipient for donations. 
It would, she thought, be rather nice if she could find a supernatural being in the Severin Woods. It would 
open a whole new field of scientific inquiry. 
She went home early, slept for an hour, then made some hot chocolate and carried it into the living room. 
Shep, she said, see what you can find out about Markis Kane after 573. 
Searching, he said. 
The sky was gray and cold. A stiff wind beat against the house. 
Not much here. He was an artist of some note. 

Artist? You sure its the same guy? 
Oh yes. Its the same person. Apparently his work has a modest reputation. 
Okay. What else? 
He left Greenway in June 579, on a flight to Earth. Worked several years there in Canada as a 
consultant for flight-deck design. Retired from that in 591. Moved to Old Wisconsin. Died in 596. 
He never served as a ships captain again? After the Hunter mission? 
Not that I can find. 
It was odd. Three people disappear. And the fourth gives up his career. 
* * * 
Nothing remained of Severin Village except a few buildings jutting out of the lake that had formed when 
they took down the dam. The lake itself, appropriately named Remorse, was quite large, more than 
twenty kilometers across at its widest point, and lined with forest. In some places there were piles of 
uprooted trees. 
Shepard, she said, take me there. 
The living room dissolved to lakeshore. 
Weather conditions? 
Springlike. April. Maybe throw in a shower. 
Kims chair was at the waters edge. The wind rose and a small boat with two fishermen was making for 
land. A sheet of rain was moving across the lake, coming her way. Near shore, brick walls and chimneys 
broke the surface. 
She sat for a long time at the waters edge. Since she was not dressed for stimulation, the storm would 
have no effect on her and the illusion would be ruined. So Shepard kept the rain out to the north. 
There were no artificial lights anywhere, save for a lantern in the fishing boat. Nearest town, Shep? she 
asked. 
Eagle Point. Population about seventeen thousand. Approximate distance thirty-three kilometers. 

Eagle Point. They had some of Kanes sketches there, at the Gould Art Gallery. 
She hesitated. Then: Shep, let me talk to Emily. 
The AIs electronics murmured. Kim, are you sure? It had been years. 
Do it, Shep. 
Lights brightened and dimmed again. Kim was still on the beach at Remorse. But she was no longer 
alone. 
Hello, Kimberly. Emily wore the same leisure outfit, loose white top and baggy pants, that Kim was 
wearing. Both were barefoot. It had never been quite like this before when Kim had called up her lost 
sister. Then shed been an adolescent talking with a grown woman. Now they were on equal terms. 
Hello, Emily. Its good to see you again. The years had not assuaged the grief of loss. Maybe it had to 
do with the fact that thered never been a body. Kim had never really given up hope that her sister, her 
other self, would come back. 
You see me in every mirror. Howve you been doing? 
Pretty good. Im working at the Seabright Institute. 
Wonderful. What do you do? 
Public relations. Fund-raising. 
/ beg your pardon ?  
Its not exactly what I wanted. But Im good at it. And the pays not bad. 
Im glad to hear it. She lowered herself onto a log. Im surprised to be here. Has something 
happened?  
No. Yes. Do you remember Yoshi Amara? 
Of course. She was the fourth crewmember on the last flight 
An old teacher of mine called me. It turns out he was related to Yoshi. 
Really? What did he want? 

He wants me to look into her disappearance. 
Oh. 
What happened to you, Emily? Where on earth did you go that night? 
/ wish I knew. I really do. She used her heel to draw a line through the sand. What does he think you 
can do that hasnt already been done ?  
You know the stories about Mount Hope. 
/ know that Markis would never try to steal a fuel cell. Or at least I know that if he did, hed succeed and 
wouldnt blow everybody up. 
Kim leaned forward in her chair. She would have liked to embrace Emily, to hold onto her, to prevent her 
inevitable retreat into the shades. Sheyel says theres something strange about the valley. Hes implying 
you brought something back with you. And it got loose. 
She sighed. What can I say to that? Your former teacher shouldnt be allowed out by himself. 
Kim looked past her, out onto the lake. Emily, did you ever have any reason to distrust either of them? 
Kane or Tripley? 
No, she said. Kile was a little erratic. But Id have trusted him with my life. In a heartbeat. 
And Kane? 
Markis was a man you meet once in a lifetime. I hope one day youre as fortunate, Kim. 
How about Yoshi? 
 Yoshi. I cant really answer that because I barely knew her prior to the last mission. She seemed okay. 
A little shallow. But she was very young. 
They had talked about the disappearance before, years ago. And it was unlikely that Shep could have fed 
her fresh information. Yet framing questions for Emily helped her think. 
Ive agreed to go up to the Severin Valley with Solly. 
Why? 

To look for whatever you brought back from wherever you were. 
Well, I hope Sollys good company. Because other than that, youll be in for a long trip. She tilted her 
head. Its cool out here. 
Kim felt only the warmth of the living room. I miss you, Emily. I wish youd come back. 
/ knowIm sorry. I wish there were a way to do it all again. And have it come out differently. 
3
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured 
with such applause in the lecture room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; Till rising 
and gliding out, I wanderd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Lookd 
up in perfect silence at the stars. 
WALT WHITMAN, Leaves of Grass, 1865, c.E. 
The Germane Society held its monthly luncheon on the first Saturday of the month, at the Pioneer Hotel 
in downtown Seabright. They sponsored exceptional students for extended education grants, provided 
emotional support for those who had begun their final decline, and underwrote the Midwinter Carnival. 
They also tried, each month, to reward someone for outstanding service. 
On the day that Kim attended, the award was presented to a nineteen-year-old woman whod rescued her 
mountain climber buddy from falling to his death. Watching the presentation, Kim was impressed by the 
womans exploit, which had required her to hold on to him for almost ten minutes while he dangled from 
the lip of a deep gorge. 
The thought of cliff-hanging heroics chilled Kim, who doubted she could imitate the feat. Still, the young 
woman was nervous in front of the audience. She hung her head and mumbled her acceptance, and Kim 
took a degree of perverse satisfaction in that. We all have our demons. 
They read the minutes from the last meeting, took some motions, heard the results of the annual 
midwinter tree sale. And then it was her turn. 
The emcee read her bio from the printed card shed given him. It identified her as an astrophysicist with a 
specialty in galactic evolution. During the business portion of the luncheon someone had argued that they 
needed to think big about a proposal to expand membership, and the emcee couldnt resist inserting a 
lame joke that someone who thought about galaxy construction was just the person they needed. She rose 
to polite applause. 

They were a good audience. She had an advantage at these affairs because everybody expected to be 
bored silly by an astrophysicist. Shed learned long ago that the correct way to begin with a group was to 
violate the old adage about starting with a gag. Her aim was to win them over and she always did that by 
recognizing the work performed by her listeners and glamorizing it where she could. When she spoke to 
librarians she described them as the guardians of civilization. Teachers were the first line of defense. For 
service groups, like the Germane Society, she offered a similar tack. 
She started by congratulating the young mountain climber on her courage. People these days are inclined 
to tell us were all going downhill, she said. But I have to tell you, as long as we have people like Amy 
here, well be all right. The woman blushed prettily. If I could be certain that, in a hundred years, the 
Germane Society will still be here, still recognizing the heroes among us, and still providing help where 
needed, then Id have no qualms about the future of the Republic. 
Now of course she had them. 
She compared their goals with those of the Institute, stretching the facts a little, because the Institute 
didnt go out of its way to help anybody, not directly at least. But that was okay. People did profit in the 
long run from scientific advance. And if the forward movement was slower than it used to be, that was all 
right too. Her listeners were con-cerned about where the nation was going. They were interested in the 
Beacon Project, and anxious to show they werent among those who thought stars were sacred. 
If eventually, she concluded, the program gets a response, and someone shows up to see what were 
really like, I believe Id try to bring them over here to sit down with you folks and have lunch. I know 
that would get everything off to a good start. Thank you very much. She stepped away from the lectern 
as her audience broke into enthusiastic applause, and sat down. Overall time consumed was roughly 
thirteen minutes. 
Solly, waiting just outside the entrance to the dining room, had caught most of it. You have no shame at 
all, he said, when they were alone. 
She grinned. To be honest, if I could arrange to have our first visitors eat with the Germane Society, 
instead of with the Council, Id do it in a minute. 
Solly had rented a lime-colored, twin-mag Starlight for the flight to the Severin Valley. They went up to 
the roof and climbed in. 
I expected to go by train, she said. 
We always take trains, he replied. I thought it would be nice to fly for a change. 
Okay. How about we make for Eagle Point? Get settled in there first. 

He turned on the magnetics and they lifted off the pad and headed west. 
Kim had spent much of the previous evening researching Severin legends and folklore. There were indeed 
tales of apparitions, of strange lights, of voices in the forest. There had been for years, long before the 
Mount Hope incident. But there did seem to have been an acceleration, although much of that might be 
attributed to efforts by residents of nearby Eagle Point to drum up the tourist trade. 
Severins prime claim to fame, at the time of the incident, was that it had been the home of Markis Kane. 
Artist. War hero. Starship captain. The lone survivor of the Hunter. 
And fan of Eve Colons classic detective, Veronica King. Kane had served a term as president of the 
Scarlet Sleeve Society, a group dedicated to the sleuth and named for one of her more celebrated exploits. 
During Greenways war with Pacifica, the sole interworld conflict in history, hed been captain of the 
famed 576, and was probably best known for the attack on the Hammurabi, the only capital ship ever put 
out of action by a single escort vessel. 
When peace came, Kane left the fleet and spent half a century piloting vessels around the Nine Worlds 
and their outposts. He compiled an exemplary record, engendered no complaint by any employer, no 
problem of any kind. His crews were unfailingly loyal, and no one seemed to have a bad word to say 
about him. 
Kim used the Starlights AI to bring up photos: Kane at flight school on Earths moon, Kane as a young 
lieutenant in Greenways self-defense force, Kane running a tug, Kane in full-dress uniform. She found 
six wedding pictures, and six brides; a certificate of appreciation from the Severin Valley Art Society; a 
graduation picture, Kane at eighteen, wearing a smirk that bordered on the mischievous. She found 
several commendations, Kane retaining control of a cargo ship after its main engines had started an 
explosive decompression, Kane rescuing a lost child during a Severin flood, Kane talking a suicide down 
from a window. 
He favored decorated shirts and loose trousers tucked into ankle boots. And flashy tunics and wide 
sashes. In later pictures, after his time with the Tripley Foundation, hed grown a black beard and let his 
hair grow to shoulder length. Something about the man in those later years had darkened, intensified. The 
older Markis Kane gazed out of his photos with equal parts disdain and resignation. 
And there was Kane the artist. His posted work consisted primarily of portraits, landscapes, and a few 
experimental paintings. Most of the portraits were of women. One, dated 575, two years after the Hunter, 
shocked her. 
Thats you, said Solly. 

My God. It was Emily. 
He was using your sister for a model? 
She looked at the date again. More or less. He must have used a virtual. This was done two years after 
she disappeared. 
Emily was posed near a window through which one could see a late summer forest, heaped leaves, and, 
rising over the trees, a ringed world. Her jacket was draped carelessly over her shoulders, leaving one 
breast exposed, yet there was no hint of erotic intent. Indeed Emily was simultaneously lovely and 
forlorn. The work was titled Autumn. 
Youre a little out in the open there, Solly said. 
Autumn, as well as several other pieces, was housed in a gallery at Eagle Point. It might be worth taking a 
look at them. Why was he still using Emily? she wondered. 
Sollys face was green in the glow of the instrument panel. I wouldnt expect him to do that unless 
What? 
Id guess he was in love with her. 
Or she was still alive. 
Or both, he said. Its a possibility. 
A story dated 576, three years after the disaster, described how Kane had paid his debts, closed out his 
accounts, said goodbye to his few friends, and watched the waters of the Severin close over his villa. That 
was when they took down the dam. He moved to Terminal City. 
The flyer crossed the Takonda River, which more or less marked the middle of Equatoria. They ran into a 
rain storm at about the same time, and the afternoon turned cold. Solly was in a talkative mood, going on 
about Mount Hope, and how he hoped there would really turn out to be something there. She had mixed 
feelings, would have liked to solve the old mystery, would have done anything to find out what had 
happened to Emily. But on the other hand she knew she didnt want to run into whatever had unnerved 
Sheyel. 
They flew into the twilight. The countryside became progressively rougher. Mountains rose around them. 
The storm got worse and high winds began to buffet the aircraft. Solly went higher until they could look 
down on the turbulence. 

Eventually the landscape opened out into cultivated areas and farm buildings, silos and lakes. They 
watched a train moving smoothly across the treetops through the approaching twilight. Then woodland 
again, broken by a lone house or, enigmatically, a tennis court or swimming pool. There were no roads, of 
course. 
Over 75 percent of Greenways population was concentrated in its towns, which were scattered across her 
thousands of islands, or buried in Equatorian forests. The half-dozen or so major cities of the Republic 
were now the province of those who pursued active careers, or those who were looking for mates. The 
rest of the world was satisfied to live near trees and cardinals, watch the train come in once a day, and 
spend their afternoons fishing. 
Eagle Point was by local standards a small metropolis. It straddled both banks of the Severin, thirty-three 
kilometers north of Mount Hope. Its two sections were connected by a pair of exquisitely designed 
bridges, which, according to the townspeople, visitors came to see from all over Greenway. Eagle Point 
also featured skiing on several world-class slopes, natural hot springs, a magnificent walkway seven 
hundred meters over Dead Mans Gorge, seven major casinos, and the Cartoonists Hall of Fame. 
They arrived in the gathering twilight, landed atop the Gateway Inn, checked in, and got directions to the 
Gould Art Gallery, which was located at ground level a block from the hotel. A man in a heavy black 
sweater was just finishing with a customer when they arrived. Although he bore no physical indication of 
advancing age, he moved with a deliberation that suggested he was well along in his second century. Are 
you Mr. Gould? Kim asked. 
The man brightened and bowed slightly. Yes, he said. Please call me Jorge. Would you like something 
hot to drink? 
They accepted some cider and Kim introduced herself and Solly. Gould had a print of Lisa Bartons 
Evening on Lyra on display. It was an example of the empyrean school, those works which embodied offworld 
themes to achieve their effects. The Barton was a self-portrait, depicting the artist in an armchair on 
a clearly hostile moonscape, contemplating a globular cluster floating over a nearby ridge. Kim had read 
that the globular cluster in the painting was the one in Serpens, twenty-seven thousand light-years away, 
vastly outside the human bubble. The painting radiated nobility, solitude, and grandeur, of both the 
nebula and the woman. 
The proprietor noted her interest. There are only one hundred prints, he said. Signed by the artist 
herself. I can let you have this one at a very reasonable price. 
Thank you, no, she said. But I am interested in Markis Kane. You have his Autumn, I understand? 
Oh yes. One of his best. He gazed at Kim, frowned, and sucked in his breath. Thats remarkable, he 
whispered. Is it really you? His voice trembled. 

Kim had never seen the man before and she was momentarily at a loss to understand his reaction. 
Emily, he said. Solly moved closer to her. 
The model for Autumn. 
Kim smiled. No, she said. Its not me. 
Gould stood back to get a better view. He pressed his lips together and nodded. Yes, he said. Id 
thought the model had died. Before he did the painting. He shook his head. Nevertheless, you are a 
close match. Are you connected in some way? 
Im her sister. 
He pulled his sweater tightly around him, as if to protect from a sudden chill. Im sorry. It was 
thoughtless of me. 
Its quite all right, Mr. Gould. Its been a long time. 
Yes. Of course. He studied her. Youre as lovely as she. 
Thank you. Youre very kind. 
He paused and collected himself. As I say, I do have the Autumn. But its not for sale. 
Solly glanced at her. He expects to hit us pretty hard. 
Its for display only, the proprietor continued. Its really quite valuable. 
May we see it? asked Kim. 
Of course. He still did not move, still gazed at Kims features. 
She wanted to break the paralysis. Tell me about Markis Kane, she said. 
We have five originals by him. Other than the Autumn. One of them, Glory, also uses Emily as the 
model. He led the way through a door at the rear of the building and turned on the lights. Autumn was set 
in an exquisite, hand-carved wooden frame, mounted on an easel. More lights blinked on, designed to 
show the work to maximum effect. 
Kim studied it. The woman in the window. The line of frost. The leaf-covered lawn. The ringed world 
just touching the tops of the trees. The planet was setting. There was no conscious way to make that 

determination, but she knew it to be true. A couple of crescent moons that she didnt recall from the 
online image drifted through the gathering night. 
Autumn radiated loss. The trees writhed in a dark wind, the giant planet was painted in October colors, 
and even its rings suggested dissolution. 
Emily looked both beautiful and melancholy. 
Hes pretty good, Solly commented, for a pilot. 
Hes one of the best weve had, said Gould. The world is just beginning to recognize it. 
Glory was named for the largest of Greenways satellites. Emily was posed dreamily against a track of 
moonlit water. Shoulders bare, one hand laid along her cheek, eyes luminous and thoughtful. It was dated 
three years before the flight. 
Tora was a portrait of Kanes daughter at about ten. In River Voyage, a handful of rafters try to hang on in 
rock-strewn white water. Night Passage depicted an interstellar liner passing a cobalt-blue gas giant. 
Kim asked for the dates. All four preceded the Hunter incident. Is it my imagination, she asked Gould, 
or is there a change in tone between his earlier and later work? 
Oh, he said, there very certainly is. He touched a keyboard. A screen lit up and they were looking at 
Bringing the Mail, a painting of a freighter crossing a nebula. The freighter was squat and gray, bleak, its 
running lights casting eerie shadows across the superstructure. The nebula silhouetted the starship, 
emitting a twilight glow. This is his last known work. 
Everything after Mount Hope seems kind of downbeat, said Solly. 
Oh yes. Beginning with this one. He brought up a landscape. His work entered a dark period from 
which it never really emerged. This is Storm Warning, from 574. They were looking at distorted trees, 
ruins in the distance silhouetted against summer lightning, churning clouds. When he becomes 
recognized as a major figure, people will recognize this as the first major work of his gothic phase. 
Did you know him? asked Kim. Personally? 
I knew him quite well. When he lived in the area. 
Do you have a print of this one? Of Storm Warning! 
Gould consulted a catalog. Yes, he said. I have two left. But theyre not signed. 

Its okay, said Kim, grateful that the price would be diminished by that much. How much is it? 
Two hundred. 
Not cheap, said Solly. 
Ill take it, said Kim. 
Its a limited edition, Gould purred soothingly. You can be sure itll hold its value. He excused 
himself and disappeared up a narrow staircase. 
That costs an arm and a leg, Solly complained. 
I know. But we want to keep him talking to us. We should buy something. 
He indicated a dancing nude. 
Right, she said. 
Gould returned with her print and held it up for her to see. This is quite lovely, he said. Youll find its 
an excellent investment. Would you like me to have it framed for you? 
No, thank you, she said. Ill take it as is. She was wondering where shed put it and began to wish 
shed gone for something out of Kanes early years. They made appreciative sounds over the print for a 
minute, and then Gould rolled it up and put it into a tube. 
Did he become depressed after the Mount Hope event? asked Solly casually. 
Gould pressed his fingertips against his temples as if the memory were painful. Oh yes. He was never 
the same after that. 
In what way? 
Its hard to explain. Hed always been friendly, outgoing, easy to talk to. Well, maybe thats an 
exaggeration. But he wasnt a difficult man, in the way that talents frequently are. But all that went away. 
He became exceedingly withdrawn. About that time, I was going to Severin Village most nights. My wife 
lived there then. We werent married yet, you understand. And I used to make it a point to go by his 
place, Kanes place, to see how he was doing. He wasnt known then the way he is now. But I knew, I 
always knew, he was going to be great one day. 
He sold his work through me. He wasnt getting much for it in those days, nothing like what it would 

command now. But he didnt need the money. The paintings were just something he did. You know what 
I mean? 
She nodded. 
Did I tell you I was there when it happened? When the mountain blew up? 
It was terrible. The town was kind of down low and sheltered so it didnt get hit directly or wedve all 
been dead. But pieces of rock and whole trees fell out of the sky. We didnt know what hit us. Then there 
was the dust. People choking and dying His eyes had gone distant. Sasha and 
I did what we could, but He held out his hands. But you dont want to hear this. 
Kim and Solly stood quietly, waiting. 
By then I was trying to hold onto his work. Buying his paintings myself because I knew they were 
undervalued. I brought them back here and just waited for the price to go up. Now theyre worth thirty, 
forty times what they were. And its still a sellers market. He turned back toward the Autumn. Look at 
that; you ever see anyone with that kind of range? Maybe Crabbe. Maybe Hoskin. No, not Hoskin. He 
shook his head vehemently, dismissing Hoskin. 
Did you by any chance know Kile Tripley? asked Kim. 
Tripley? No. Tripley lived in a villa well away from everybody else. He was above spending time with 
the common people. 
Would you say he and Kane were friends? 
Not particularly. No. 
He was Kanes employer, said Kim. 
Thats not the same thing as being a friend. 
Kim was having a hard time keeping her eyes off the Autumn. One more thing, Mr. Gould, she said. 
Im interested in what caused his dark period. Did you sense there was anything other than the explosion 
that might have influenced his later work? A lost woman, perhaps? 
I know he was affected by what happened to her. He looked meaningfully at Emilys image. 
Did he say that? 

You can see it in his work. But he never outright said it, no. 
Anything else? 
Not other than what Ive told you. He just more or less went into a shell. Rattled around inside that big 
house. Sealed off the den, even. 
Sealed off the den? How do you mean? 
It had been, Id stop by, wed go into the den, have a few drinks. Hed tell me about his latest project. 
The living room was a formal, stiff place where he didnt like to go. Then suddenly we were always in 
the living room and 1 never saw the den again. I dont suppose it meant anything, but it was strange. As if 
he were hiding a woman in there. 
They had dinner at a place called The Rucksack. Snow was beginning to fall and a crisp wind had blown 
up. Solly plowed steadily through the meat and greens. As soon as were finished here, he said, I think 
we ought to get going. 
Yeah. Before the weather gets any worse. The predictions called for the snow to stop around midnight, 
and for colder temperatures to set in. 
Im surprised at your choice of artwork, said Solly. 
Why? Its quite attractive. 
Id have thought youd have wanted one with Emily. The Autumn. You seemed taken by that. 
She lifted a wine glass and watched it sparkle in the light from the fireplace. I dont think so, she said. 
I wanted something I could hang on the wall. 
Solly looked at her. Is it still that painful? 
She shrugged. That. And the nudity. 
I didnt think you were a prude. 
I am, she said, when the model looks too much like me. 
Solly had been a friend for a long time. Kim felt especially drawn to him that night, perhaps because hed 
come with her even though, despite what he said, he thought she was pursuing an illusion. Well, they 
both thought that. 

That night, standing beside him on the walkway overlooking Eagle Point, with the snow blowing and the 
Severin Woods just downriver a few kilometers, she nearly suggested that they spend the night together. 
Forget the ghost. But when Solly mentioned that it was late and they should get going, she put the thought 
aside, and fastened her jacket. 
4
 The most famous of the apparitions is undoubtedly the Severin Phantom, which haunts the ruined 
village whose name it bears. There have been more than two hundred confirmed sightings over the last 
quarter century. Several deaths have been attributed to it. Today, few persons are foolish enough to 
venture into the valley after dark. 
TfeRi KAPER, Legends of the Northwest, 597 
It was after eleven-thirty when they lifted off the Gateways roof and turned south. 
Snow was falling steadily. The lights of the casinos and clubs were smeared by the storm, and they faded 
quickly as the Starlight gained altitude. The screen showed almost no air traffic. 
Do you feel as dumb as I do? she asked Solly. 
He was relaxed, sipping coffee, letting the AI fly the aircraft. It was an excuse to come, he said. Think 
how warm your bedll feel tonight when you get to it. 
The sensors picked out the river, running between wide, forest-laden banks. She looked out into the 
snowswept darkness and saw another set of lights coming from the west. Probably a train, although it was 
difficult to be sure. 
She took out the town map shed printed earlier and studied it. When we get to Severin, she said, I 
think we should do more than just land and hang around for a bit. 
In this blizzard? What did you have in mind, Kim? 
Take advantage of the opportunity to look at Tripleys villa. 
Why? asked Solly. 
Who knows what we might find? 
After twenty-seven years? 

Nothing to lose by looking. 
Okay, he said. Whatever you say. But if theres anything there to connect him with the explosion or 
the missing women, Id think the police would have found it a long time ago. 
As far as I can tell from the accounts, the police never looked. 
They didnt? Why not? 
Nobody raised the question. My guess is that there was no substantive reason to think Tripley had 
anything to do with either incident, and the family had a lot of influence. There was already enough grief. 
He was presumed lost in the general disaster. What was to be gained by an investigation? Under the 
circumstances, maybe nobody wanted to irritate the family. 
Okay, Solly said. If you want. Do we know where to find it? 
As it happens, she grinned, I have it marked here. She tapped her pen on the map. 
Why stop with Tripley? Why not take a look at Kanes place while were at it? 
The Starlight was picking up a heavy headwind. Kanes place is underwater. She showed him. 
I wasnt serious, he said. 
When are you? Serious? 
Never on ghost hunts. It was cold in the cabin. Solly pulled his jacket tighter, and she raised die 
temperature. 
If Id known we were going on an expedition, he said, Id have suggested doing it by daylight. 
Kim was thinking of what shed say to Sheyel. We went out to the valley. We spent time in the woods. 
And we even looked in Tripleys house. Theres nothing. 
But she wanted to get it done now. Didnt want to make a second trip in the morning. 
Another aircraft, a patrol flyer, appeared on the edge of the short-range scan, headed in the opposite 
direction. It passed within two hundred meters, but they never did actually see it. 
Eagle Point had receded into the darkness, and there were now no lights visible anywhere. The AI 
followed the Severin River south, displaying its winding image on the sensor screen. It narrowed and 

entered the first of a series of gorges which would take it down to the dam. 
Her preoccupation with the legends increased as they flew deeper into the night. Even Solly seemed 
affected. They spoke with lowered voices, the way people do in empty churches, and Kim found herself 
sinking down inside her jacket even though the temperature in the cabin had now reached a comfortable 
level. The conversation consisted mostly of bravado. Remarks like how no self-respecting spook would 
be abroad in weather like this. Or how Solly thought he saw something moving out there. Ha-ha. 
Sollys story of the haunted stateroom came back to trouble her now. At the moment, in the snow, in the 
glow of the instrument panel, such things seemed possible. 
They were only a few hundred meters off the ground when they broke out of the storm. The remains of 
the Severin Dam loomed just ahead. 
The structure had not actually been removed. Weakened sections had been taken down and the rest 
simply left standing. Now, the river roared around piles of rubble and concrete slabs. The slabs seemed to 
be moving, an effect created by the flyers lights reflected off the water. The aircraft dropped lower and a 
last few flakes whirled up. 
They passed over the ruins. On the south side, the river ran through a narrow corridor and emptied into 
Lake Remorse. The sky was still heavily overcast and the lake remained shrouded until they were out 
over it. 
Solly directed the AI to turn on the aircrafts spotlights. It complied, and twin beams swept the darkness, 
but they could see nothing other than water. 
Its almost an inland sea, said Kim, recalling that at its widest it was more than twenty kilometers 
across. 
They rode through the night, beneath heavy skies, not saying much. Eventually a coastline appeared 
onscreen. Forest, mostly. Some hills, some open spaces. And then she saw a few stone walls and broken 
houses jutting out of the shallows. 
The village had occupied the south shore of the original lake, then also called Severin. But after the dam 
had been taken down, the lake had expanded, swallowing most of the town. 
Kim looked down at a world covered by snow. 
Im surprised no ones claimed the area, said Solly. It wouldnt take much to rebuild here now. 
They circled, trying to locate Tripleys villa. The map placed it atop a low rise just outside the town line, 
about a hundred meters north of the Scott Randal Stables, which had been a well-known producer of 

racehorses at the time of the event. They found the stables, now just a few crumbling buildings and a 
couple of fences. The rest was easy. 
Problem is, said Solly, theres no open ground here anywhere. 
There. A strip of beach. 
Solly looked at it reluctantly. Itll be a long walk, he said. But it was all they had, and the AI took them 
down. 
They settled into the snow. Kim pulled her hood up and adjusted the foul-weather mask while Solly 
changed into boots. The lake surface was rough in the lights, and when she opened the door the wind tried 
to tear it out of her hand. 
They couldnt see much of the village, just one or two houses in the water. An old lifeguard tower stood 
near the tree line. And a white building stenciled SNACK SHED was sinking into the sand. This is 
Cabrys Beach, said Kim, reading the name off the map. 
Solly climbed down and looked around. The wind blew his hair into his eyes. 
Didnt you bring anything to wear on your head? she asked. 
No, he said. I didnt know we were going for a walk. 
Youll freeze. She looked into the backseat. Ive got a mountain hat back here somewhere. 
Its okay, Kim. Ill be fine. 
She found it and held it out for him. But he looked stubbornly back at her. She shrugged and switched on 
her wrist-lamp. Maybe you should wait here. 
Lets go, he grumbled, pulling up his jacket collar and stuffing his hands into his pockets. 
She turned up the heat in her jacket, and they started for the trees. Their boots crunched in the snow. The 
wind blew in steadily off the lake and they walked with their backs to it. Neither tried to talk until theyd 
made it to the shelter of the forest. 
You okay? he asked when they were in the trees. His hair was already covered with blown snow. 
Im fine. It was a deep hood and she felt as if she were looking out of a tunnel. 

He pointed the way and took the lead. Overhead, something shook snow out of the branches. 
Kim looked up, and wondered about the wildlife. Solly, she whispered, are there, do you suppose, any 
animals here we need to worry about? Cougars, maybe? Or bears? The terraformers in their wisdom had 
neglected nothing. Green-way even had mosquitoes. 
I never thought of it. I dont know. 
Are you by any chance carrying a weapon? 
No, he said. If we run into something, well beat it off with a stick. 
Good, she grinned. Nothing like being prepared. 
They pushed through thick brambles and shrubbery, crossed glades, and eventually found a trail that 
seemed to be going in their direction. 
They passed a collapsed house, entangled in new-growth trees, almost invisible until they were within a 
couple of meters. And a,bench, incongruously set off to one side of the trail. This was probably the way 
to the beach at one time, Solly said. 
She looked at her map. Yes. Here it is. 
Howre we doing? 
Headed in the right direction. Its not much farther. 
You dont think we ought to come back and do this in the morning? 
Were here now, Solly. Lets just take a quick look, so I can say Ive been here, and then we can head 
out. 
After Tripleys disappearance, the villa and its furnishings had been willed to Sara Baines, his mother. 
According to the reports, Sara had closed up the house, but had been unable to sell it. The town was 
emptying out; people had too many bad memories, there were doubts whether the rest of the mountain 
might come down, the dam could go at any time. 
So nobody had really lived in the house since Tripley came back from that last flight. 
They left the trail at a glade with a tumbled shed, clumped through a stream, skidded down a slope, and 
got confused about directions because nobody had thought to bring a compass. Dont blame me, said 

Solly. I thought we were going to sit in the flyer and look at the lake. 
Kim was now in the lead. The trees closed in again. In some places the snow was too deep for her hiking 
shoes. It got down her ankles, and her feet got cold. 
It was hard to keep a sense of direction. On one occasion they came out in a swampy area along the lake 
shore. They turned back, retraced their steps for about a hundred paces, and struck off in a new direction. 
Kim had never been a hiking enthusiast, and she was beginning to have second thoughts when the ground 
started to rise. 
This might be it, she said. The place was on the brow of a low hill. 
It was a slippery climb. They took turns falling down and suddenly they were tumbling in the snow and 
Solly, who probably would have preferred to look irritable, couldnt resist laughing. 
But they got to the summit, and there it stood! 
Whatever lawn might have once existed behind a peeling wooden fence had been swallowed by bushes, 
weeds, and shrubbery. The villa itself lay in a tangle of spruce and oak trees. Vines had grown over it and 
the wind had taken the roof off. The front door was missing. 
She played her lantern across it and compared it with pictures shed brought. Yes, she said. This is it. 
No question. 
They circled around to the rear. A side wall had collapsed. Windows were broken, frames shattered. An 
oak was threatening to push over the east wing. 
It was made mostly of brick. Two stories, glass dome, oval windows, rotunda, turret. None of that cheap 
mass-produced stuff for Kile Tripley. Kim stood in the snow, transfixed by the ruin. 
What are you thinking? 
About transience, I guess. I was wondering if Emily was ever here. 
Followed by Solly, she stepped over the threshold into the rotunda. It was good to get out of the wind. 
She flashed her beam around the interior, which the elements had destroyed. Overhead, two stories up, 
the dome was covered with dirt and vegetation. During Tripleys time it would have revealed the stars. 
The walls were mottled and crumbling. A sagging staircase arced up to the second floor where it became 
a circular balcony. There were several doorways on both levels, and a fireplace on the lower. 

One door hung out of its frame. Others were missing altogether. A central corridor opened off the rear of 
the rotunda directly in front of her and ran to the back of the house. Solly pointed his lamp into it, and 
they saw at the far end a flight of stairs leading down. 
The floor creaked. Careful where you put your weight, he said. 
Everything was covered with leaves and dirt. The ground-level rooms looked empty. Kim swung her 
lamp beam up, trying to see through the second-floor doorways. Shadows moved around the walls. 
I dont think well find much here, Solly said. 
Claws scrabbled across a hard surface. An animal retreated from the light, but she couldnt see what it 
was. 
Probably a squirrel, said Solly. 
Or a rat. 
The wind howled around the house. Branches creaked. 
Had she been alone, she would have called it off at that point and gone back to the flyer. She had met, and 
exceeded, her obligation to Sheyel. To Emily. 
But theyd come all this way and Solly would expect her at least to look in the rooms. 
Stairs first. Go up and confront the rat. Solly took the lead, testing each step as they went. The entire 
structure swayed and sank under their weight. Near the top a board gave way underfoot. He lost his 
balance and grabbed the banister, which sagged outward. Solly would have gone down the quick way had 
Kim not grabbed him and hauled him back. She took a moment to compare herself favorably with the 
young woman at the Germane Society. 
This might not be a really good idea, he said, shaken. They went cautiously the rest of the way to the 
top and peeked quickly through each doorway. In some, ceilings had given way. The rooms were filled 
with dirt and dry leaves. Carpets had turned to mold. 
They found a broken bed frame and a bureau with no drawers, a smashed table, a couple of chairs. The 
smell of the place was strong. 
Pipes stuck out from broken walls. Basins, tubs, and showers were filled with the detritus of decades. 
They went back downstairs. 

The rooms at ground level were not quite so ill-used because they were slightly less open to the elements. 
But here again no usable furniture was left. Cables hung out of ceilings, the floors were in a state of 
decay, and they found a dead, half-eaten squirrel in a corner behind a collapsed table whose top, when she 
cleared it off, had a chessboard design. Kim had read somewhere that Kane enjoyed the game and 
wondered whether he and Tripley had ever played here. And if so, who had won. 
She crossed to the kitchen and dining areas, found a broken chair and shattered pottery. Weeds pushed up 
through the floor. 
Solly was standing in the middle of the rotunda, idly shining his lamp around, bored, shivering, ready to 
go. 
Kim walked back to the down-stairway at the rear of the house. Lets take a quick look, she said, 
testing the handrail. 
Careful, he cautioned. 
The stairs sank under her weight. Maybe you should stay here, she said. Im not sure itll support 
you. 
He thought about it, looked at the stairway, pushed at the rail and watched the structure sway. Then he 
pointed his light down into the room below. It looked harmless enough, with a long table, a couple of 
chairs, and several trash bags stacked against a wall. 
I think we ought to just pass, he said. 
Only take a minute. She went down, testing each step, and was glad to get off at the bottom. The 
basement was less cold and damp than the rest of the house. 
There were three rooms and a bath. She found a broken sofa decaying in one, and some carpets stacked 
up in another. 
The table had data feeds, housings, and connections for electronic equipment. A mount hung from the 
ceiling. Probably for a VR unit. 
See anything? asked Solly. The beam from his lamp illuminated the stairway. 
It was a workroom or lab at one time. Ill be up in a minute. 
The walls were cedar-paneled, and theyd held up fairly well. The floor was artificial brick. There were 
magnets where pictures or plaques had once hung. 

Well, she said, thats interesting. 
What is? called Solly. 
The stairway started to swing. Dont try to come down, she said. Its a trash can. With the imprint 
EIV 4471886. She checked her notes: It was Hunters designator. 
It was half-filled with metal parts and crumpled paper and rags. There were expended cartridges of 
compressed air and cleaning fluid canisters and an empty wine bottle. She found food wrappers and 
packing for computer disks and reams of printed pages. 
They consisted of lists of names, possibly donors for the Foundation; financial statements; purchase 
records; test results for various engine configurations; and all kinds of other data whose purpose she 
couldnt make out. But all had dates, and the most recent she could find was January 8,573. Before 
Tripley had left on the last Hunter voyage. 
Several of the trash bags had been ripped open, probably by animals. She turned them over one by one 
and spilled their contents, finding corroded cables and hardened towels and dust cloths and battered 
monitor housings and interfaces and juice cartons. 
Someone more thorough than she was might have been willing to take the time to go methodically 
through the trash. Who knew what might be there? But it was getting colder. And it seemed pointless. 
The wind moved through the house like something alive. There were noises in the walls and tree limbs 
brushed windows upstairs. She turned the beam around the room, watching the darkness retreat and close 
in again. 
I dont think theres anything here, she told Solly. Ill be up in a minute. She hoisted herself onto the 
table, took off her shoes and socks, and rubbed her feet, which had lost all feeling. When she got the 
circulation going she turned the socks inside out. It didnt help much because they were stiff and cold, but 
it was something. 
When she was finished she dropped back onto the floor. Amid the debris, she saw a womans shoe. It was 
impossible to know what color it had originally been, but it had a curious kind of fibrous sole, unlike any 
shed seen before. 
What was it? 
She put it into her utility bag. 
Kim. Sollys voice betrayed impatience. Are we ready yet? 

Coming up, she said. 
He provided light, angling his lamp so it wouldnt be in her eyes, told her to be careful, and appeared to 
be holding his breath, waiting for the staircase to collapse. She was about halfway up when a support 
broke and the whole structure dropped a few centimeters. She grabbed for the rail. He leaned forward as 
if to come to her aid but instantly thought better of adding his weight to hers. In that moment her own 
lamp silhouetted him, and she saw something draw back into the darkness. 
She froze, the swaying staircase forgotten. 
Take your time, said Solly. 
She was sure she had seen it. 
A piece of the darkness that infested the house. A piece that had broken off and withdrawn. 
When she got to the top she swung her beam around the kitchen, looked into the doorways, and stepped 
out into the middle of the rotunda to survey the upper level. 
Whats wrong? asked Solly. 
There were shadows everywhere. Nothing, she said. 
He knew better, but he didnt pursue theissue, other than to follow her eyes. I dont guess you found 
anything? 
She held out the shoe. Ever see one like this? 
He played his light over it. Sure, he said. Its a grip shoe. 
A whatT 
A grip shoe. He took it from her and pushed it against a wall. It stuck momentarily, and then fell. 
Well, he said, its kind of beat up, but theyre used on starships in zero-gravity situations. 
Used on starships. She held it against her own foot. Too small. It couldnt have been Emilys. 
What are you thinking, Kim? 
Just wondering who it belonged to. * * # 

The wind had died down and some of the clouds had blown off. Out over the lake, one of the moons had 
broken through. 
They retraced their steps back down the hill and into the trees. They found the place where theyd 
doubled back and turned away from the river. Their prints were still deep and clean and they followed 
them back toward the flyer, moving deliberately, driven by the knowledge that it would be warm and dry 
in the aircraft. 
But suddenly the prints stopped. In the middle of the trail, they were there, and beyond a certain point, 
between one step and another, they were not. 
The wind must have covered them over, said Solly. 
They were quite clear here, his large prints, her small; and they were simply missing there. They turned 
on their lamps. Incredibly, it was as if the two of them, earlier in the evening, had simply materialized out 
of the air. Materialized with his left footprint, her right, behind which there was only virgin snow. 
She looked behind them, playing her light against the trees and along the trail. Nothing moved. Yes, 
she said. Must have been the wind. 
They hurried forward, expecting the tracks to show up again momentarily. The lamp beams bobbed in 
front of them. Neither spoke now, and Solly picked up Kims habit of looking behind at regular intervals. 
I remember this oak, she said. We came right past here. I know we did. But the snow was deep and 
apparently undisturbed. 
Eventually the path divided and they hesitated. 
Which way? she asked. 
The lakes on the left, whispered Solly. Stay close to the lake. Solly seemed unsettled and that 
positively terrified her. 
They got lost, as was inevitable under the circumstances. At one point Kim caught her jacket on a dogrose 
bush and tore it. 
They broke finally into the glade with the tumbled shed and the footprints began again. She should have 
been glad to see them, but they were simply there, appearing in the middle of the glade, nothing on this 
side of them except unbroken snow, as if their earlier selves had stepped off the world. The sight chilled 
her. 
Keep going, said Solly. 

That part of the mind which withdraws from fear and watches emotional eruptions with dispatch now 
suggested she was in a VR scenario, that what she was experiencing could not happen in the real world. 
Or that Sheyel had been right. 
They came out of the tree line and saw the lake and the flyer. Kim fought down an urge to run for it. They 
walked deliberately across the beach, moving with comic swiftness. 
Behind them, the forest remained dark and quiet. Far off to the east, a string of lights moved against the 
sky. The train from Terminal Island bound for Eagle Point. Solly keyed the remote and the flyers lights 
came on. The hatch opened and the ladder dropped. 
Out on the water something glimmered. A reflection. A lamp. Something. 
Kim paused long enough to make sure the backseat was empty, and climbed in. Solly followed her and 
shut the hatch. Ordinarily her first thought would have been to get out of her wet shoes and socks. Instead 
she sat still while Solly inserted the key card into the dex and punched the GO button. 
Solomon, the AI said. What is our destination? 
Up, Solly said. Up. 
5
Those who rise to the top of organizations, who live to direct others, to wield power, are inevitably 
afflicted by weak egos, by a need to prove themselves. This explains why they are so easily frightened and 
so easily manipulated. And why they are so dangerous. 
SHEYEL TOLLIVER, Notebooks, 482 
You really werent rattled? 
Sollys eyes closed and he shook his head sadly, as in the presence of unlimited ignorance. No, I really 
wasnt rattled. I was cold. 
They were seated over coffee, salad, and fresh fruit in the hotel restaurant, Deans Top of the World. The 
mountains were crisp and clear in the morning sun, and the skyways were already crowded with 
vacationers. A train had just rounded Mount White and was gliding in over the treetops. 
Okay, she said. Me too. 

In the daylight, it was hard to believe shed been so fearful. Shed learned something about herself that 
she didnt know, didnt want to know: She was a coward. 
It was odd about the tracks, though, he said. 
Yes, it was. 
He frowned and waved it away. Where are you going to hang the Kane print? 
I dont know. Its a little somber for my tastes. 
Then why didnt you get something else? 
I should have, she agreed. 
They took almost an hour to finish eating. Kims thoughts wandered while they admired the mountains 
and gorges visible through the window. She felt relieved to be rid of her obligation to Sheyel. We went 
out and inspected the woods, she would tell him with a clear conscience, and nothing untoward happened. 
Absolutely nothing. Hed be disappointed, of course. But maybe a dose of reality was what he needed. 
Solly was saying how hed never learned to ski and was asking whether she knew her way around a pair 
of poles. She didnt, and was surprised when he suggested they should come back when their schedules 
permitted and learn. Theres a school out on the slopes where they give lessons, he added. 
She thought she was too old to pick up skiing. But Id be willing to try if you are. 
He rewarded her with a smile. 
Back at the hotel room, Solly packed while Kim decided to get the call over with. She punched in 
Sheyels code and sat down on the sofa. The AI answered, asked who she was, and put her through 
immediately. 
Kim. He sounded pleased to hear her voice. Its good to hear from you so quickly. He left it on audio 
only. 
Im at Eagle Point, she said. 
Youre going into the valley? he asked. 
I was there last night. 

Wonderful. Oh, by the way, please forgive me. No picture; Im not dressed. 
Its okay, Sheyel. 
Did you see anything? 
Like what? 
Anything. Anything unusual. 
Suddenly she couldnt bring herself to lie to him. Im not sure, she said, throwing her planned response 
overboard. She described the missing footprints. And she almost told him about the moving shadows 
shed seen behind Sclly, but that sounded downright paranoid so she let it go. 
Yes, he said. That is precisely the sort of thing that seems to happen regularly out there. Or used to, 
when there were people in the area. He recommended a couple of books on the subject and finished by 
asking if she was still convinced there was nothing strange going on. 
I think the wind did it, Sheyel. 
You really think thats possible? Well, never mind. What are you going to do next? 
Whats to do? She listened for his answer, but only heard the silence draw out. Maybe you can do 
something for me 
If I can. 
Do you think you could find out Yoshis shoe size? 
She listened to him thinking about it. Not easily, he said at last. Shes been gone a long time. I doubt 
any of her shoes were kept. 
Was she a clone? 
Yes. Oh yes, I see what you mean. Of course. 
When you find out, leave the information with Shep. 
Very good. Ill do it today. Solly came back into the room, ready to go. May I ask why? 
Ill tell you if it amounts to anything. 

Kim couldnt resist suggesting they fly back over the Sev-erin valley. Solly complied and they followed 
the river south again, this time in broad daylight. It was a bright, cloudless morning, already unseasonably 
warm. They watched a train come out of the Culbertson Tunnel, southwest of the city. At twenty-six 
kilometers, the Culbertson was the longest mag-lev tunnel in the world. 
They stayed low so they could observe the countryside, gliding over canyons and through rifts. The 
previous nights snow had coated everything. Just before passing the dam, they saw a pair of deer 
strolling casually through a glade. At Kims insistence, Solly took the Starlight around, but they were 
gone. 
They came down low over the lake. Just offshore from 
Cabrys Beach, they saw a raft, left from the days when Sev-erin was alive with swimmers. It was. 
bobbing gently, as if waiting for someone to return. 
They zeroed in on Tripleys villa and spent several minutes inspecting it from the air. It looked even more 
bleak by day. 
The surrounding area was lonely and beautiful, adorned with its fresh coat of snow, its spruce and oak 
trees, its towering peaks. The surface of Lake Remorse gleamed in the sun. The skeletal houses provided 
a grotesque mixture of transience and majesty. Kim wondered what it was about desolation that 
inevitably seemed so compelling. 
Seen enough? asked Solly, for whom flying in circles held no charms. 
She nodded and he directed the AI to take them back to Seabright. 
They rode in silence for the first several minutes. Then Solly reached behind him for the coffee, poured 
two cups, and handed her one. How did we get the spot with the Star Queen? he asked. 
Her mind was picking again at the missing footprints, trying to construct an explanation, anything that 
was possible. Channeled wind. Local hoaxers. Sollys question consequently didnt immediately register 
and she had to replay it. Matt has friends everywhere, she said. Therell be a lot of VIPs on hand, and 
he thought it would be a good PR spot for us. The old liner was being converted into a hotel. The grand 
opening was Saturday. 
Have you reconsidered my suggestion? 
Lake Remorse drifted off the scopes. What suggestion is that? 
Talk to Benton Tripley. Since youre going to Sky Harbor anyhow, it should be no trouble. And he 

might be able to tell you something about his father and about the Hunter. 
You think hed consent to talk to me? 
Sure. Why not? He has a reputation for being pretty open to people. 
Yeah, she said. Whats to lose? Id have to leave a day early, but Ill try it. She looked up the number 
for Interstellar executive offices and punched it into the commlink. 
A male voice answered: Interstellar. General Administration. 
Hello, she said. My names Dr. Kim Brandywine. Im with the Seabright Institute. Im going to be at 
Sky Harbor next Friday. Would it be possible to speak with Mr. Tripley? If he has some free time. 
Solly rolled his eyes. 
And what would that concern, Dr. Brandywine? 
Id like to talk with him about the Mount Hope incident. 
I see. And you say Friday? 
Yes. 
After a pause: Im sorry. That really wont be possible. His schedule is booked for quite a while in 
advance. I can pencil you in for August eleventh. 
August? 
Yes. Thats really the best I can do. 
Let it go. She disconnected, turned and glared at Solly. What? 
He shrugged. 
No, she continued. You have something to say, say it. 
Kim, he is a CEO. You have to do better than suggest that maybe if hes free, youd like to see him. If 
possible. 
What would you suggest? 

Be a little less tentative. And have a better story than Mount Hope. Youre writing a book and you need 
his input. 
She pointed at the link. Talks cheap. You want to try your luck? See if you can get me in? 
Its too late, he said. Youve blown it. Youre going to have to take another tack. 
She looked at him, waiting. 
Give him an award, Solly said. 
What? 
Give him an award. Think public relations. Look at this as just another piece of public relations. Does 
Interstellar do anything for the Institute? 
Yes, she said. Theyre a major contributor. Not through generosity, of course. Its a good tax write-off 
for them. And they get a lot of favorable publicity. 
All right. Arrange for formal recognition. A plaque with his name on it. Take it up and present it to 
him. 
The Solomon J. Hobbs Award, she said. 
That would be good. 
For service above and beyond. 
My thought exactly. 
Actually it wasnt a bad idea. It wouldnt cost anything. Just a trophy. All shed have to do would be run 
it by Matt. Hed go for it in a minute. You think Tripleyd be amenable? On such short notice? 
Are you serious? These guys at the top of major organizations You cant go wrong playing to their 
egos. 
She resisted the idea because she should have taken this route from the start. But Solly was right, of 
course. She wrote out several versions of the inscription for the award, decided what they should call it, 
and put together a submission letter. 

Then, because time was short, she called Matt and laid it all out. He listened, liked the idea as she knew 
he would, informed her she was to speak to the Civic Welfare Society in a few days, and told her hed get 
back to her. Twenty minutes later he was on the circuit. Its all set, he told her. Youve an appointment 
at the Interstellar executive suites Friday at two P.M. 
Very good, she said. The link was only audio, so a triumphant smile was safe. 
Youre really getting into this, said Solly. 
They flew through a cloudless sky. Kim saw another aircraft in the distance, headed north. 
She connected with Shepard. 
Hello, Kim, said her house AI. Can 1 be of assistance? 
Yes. Have you heard anything this morning from Sheyel Tolliver? 
No. Do you want me to alert you if something comes in? 
Yes, she said. Please do. 
Anything else? 
What can you tell me about the Hunter! The Tripley Foundation starship? What do we have on it? 
There was a brief pause. The Kile Tripley Foundation no longer exists. It was terminated thirteen years 
ago by Benton Tripley, and replaced with 
Never mind that, said Kim. Tell me about the ship. 
The Hunter, Shepard said, went into service for the Foundation Midwinter 3, 544. Midwinter was 
Greenways thirteenth month, added after December to make the calendar come out right. Midwinter 
usually consisted of twenty-two days, but it occasionally dropped a day, much as February sometimes 
gained one on the home world, in order to keep the celestial and terrestrial calendars in sync. It was used 
primarily to make long-range exploratory voyages into previously unknown areas. It was sold by the 
Foundation to Alway Research in 578. 
Where is it now? 
It is currently the property of Worldwide Interior. Its docked at their Sky Harbor facility. 

Arent you the lucky one? said Solly. 
She activated an auxiliary screen. Can we have a look at it, Shep? As it was in 573? 
An index appeared on the monitor. She flipped through a series of diagrams. It was small as interstellars 
went, a rich mans yacht, designed by Tripley himself. It had been built as a duplicate of his home on 
Cedar Island. Main floor on the second level, centered on a gallery with staircases on both sides. Palomar 
carpeting, game room, study, main floor flight deck, upper floor mission control. External design had 
turrets and balconies. There were numerous viewing panels throughout, creating the standard illusion of 
windows inside and wraparounds on the external decks. One could sit on a porch, in effect, and look out 
at the cosmos as it would actually appear if the panels were made of glass. 
Jump and main engines were located in the rear. Cargo, storage, and launch bay were on the bottom level. 
She rotated the vessel and took the top off. 
Youre pretty good at that, Solly said. 
At? 
Collecting and displaying data. 
Its the way I make my living. You dont think we just pick potential donors out of a hat, do you? 
You actually do research on those guys? 
Sure. Solly, it costs a lot of money to fund the Institute. We just dont have time to play hit-or-miss. 
But there are privacy laws. 
Theyre pretty loose. Most of what youve done is out there somewhere if you just know where to look. 
You want me to show you some samples from your own life? 
Let it go, he said. 
She smiled, brought the forward section of the Hunter in close, and examined the interior. Lush decor. 
Leather appointments. Plants. Wall hangings. Your classic executive mansion away from home. 
Kim had been on an interstellar liner only once: when she was about twelve the family had gone to 
Minagwa, where her mother had relatives. It was an eleven-day voyage one way. If her memory was 
accurate, the rooms were small, the bulkheads dingy gray, and shed thought the flight would never end. 

It had been exciting when theyd jumped out near that worlds brilliant gold sun. And Minagwa itself was 
a lovely place, twin worlds, both inhabited, both with oceans. But it hadnt been worth the privations. 
When two months later she got back to Greenway shed promised herself that was it. No more long-range 
travel bottled up in a glorified canister. And she kept her promise. Shed never done it again. Although 
she would have been willing to reconsider if someone had offered a flight on the Hunter. 
The sale in 574 had been to a distillery executive. It changed hands several times over the next six years 
before Worldwide finally picked it up in a bankruptcy transaction. They were using it primarily to move 
executives and occasionally to chauffeur political figures. 
She looked through the specifications, examining the de-tails of the propulsion and navigation systems, 
life support, the onboard AI, and anything else that might eventually help. She was surprised to discover 
that the ships radio was omnidirectional, with enhancements. 
That seemed odd until she recalled Hunters mission and the expectations of its passengers. They were 
not looking simply for life, but for intelligence. For them, success would come in one of two ways: the 
discovery of a city, or an encounter with another ship. If they found a city, theyd need general, rather 
than directed, broadcast capabilities. Hello to everybody. Kim was impressed: these people didnt think 
small. 
Shepard, she said, connect me with Worldwide. 
The AI complied and a Worldwide graphic appeared onscreen, an animated starship smiling as it 
approached the corporations orbiting facility. A bay opened and light blazed out. A human hand wrote 
the Worldwide motto in gold script: STYLE AND SUBSTANCE. Then Kim was looking at a young 
woman, tall, blond, reserved. 
Good evening, Dr. Brandywine, the woman said, reading Kims name off her monitor. My name is 
Melissa. May I be of assistance? 
Hello, Melissa. Im a researcher for the Seabright Institute. Id like very much to get a look at the 
Hunter. In person. 
She smiled and consulted something out of the picture. Of course, Doctor. I cant see that thered be any 
difficulty. When did you wish to come by? 
Friday? 
Thatll be fine. Would late afternoon, say four P.M., be convenient? 
Yes, said Kim. Thank you. Oh, and one more thing? Im especially interested in the ships history. 

Ah yes. A smile appeared at the corners of Melissas lips. The Mount Hope business. 
That too, she said. Can you tell me whether its possible to see the logs for the last Tripley Foundation 
flight? 
Oh, Im afraid not, Dr. Brandywine. We really dont have anything to do with that. I mean, the logs were 
never here. 
Oh? Do you know who would have them? 
Im sure theyd have been turned over to the Archives when the ship first changed hands. Thats 
required by law. 
Thank you, Melissa. She signed off and summoned Shepard again. I want to send a hypercomm 
message. 
To? 
Im not sure. Operations at St. Johns. Check their administrative structure and you figure out where it 
should go. 
 Very good. Text?  
Request the flight plan for the Hunter, last mission for the Tripley Foundation, Green way year 573. 
Look up the date, whatever else it needs, and plug it in. 
You want it transmitted immediately? 
As soon as its ready. 
Transmission time both ways will be about four days, Kim. Plus whatever time it takes them to put the 
response together. 
Okay. And now you can get me the Archives, please. 
The circular seal of the Republic appeared: a white star on a field of green. GRAND REPUBLIC OF 
EQUATORIA was engraved along the upper rim, and its motto, PEACE, JUSTICE, FREEDOM, along 
the lower. Beneath the star she read NATIONAL ARCHIVES. Then the seal vanished and a young man 
gazed at her from behind a desk. He looked quite interested in what she had to say, suggesting he was a 
virtual secretary. 

Good evening, Dr. Brandywine, he said. Im Harvey Stratton. How may I assist you? 
Mr. Stratton, is it true the Archives stores the logs for interstellar flights? 
And for interplanetary ones as well, Doctor. 
Would it be possible to see the logs from a voyage that was completed in 573? 
Oh. His face clouded. That comes under various privacy provisions. Youll need a court order, Im 
afraid. 
A court order? 
Oh yes. All ships logs are covered by the privacy statutes. Are you a law enforcement official? 
No, she said. I was doing some research. 
Solly looked vastly amused. 
There is a provisionary public domain statute, however, he said. 
Then they might be available after all? 
He consulted a screen. For interstellar vessels, privately owned He hesitated, found what he wanted. 
Looks like forty-five years from date of acquisition. 
So? 
Theyll be available in eighteen years. He smiled. I guess thats not much help. 
He ran down the various grounds which might persuade a court. Mostly they had to do with legal actions 
or engineering issues. Nothing sounded close to idle curiosity. She signed off. 
What now? asked Shep. 
What would you recommend? 
It seems to me that none of this is a fruitful line of endeavor. Little green men. Ghosts. Surely theres a 
more advantageous way to spend your time, Kim. 
Sollys eyes grew luminous. Do you always get lectured by your AI? 

She ignored him. What happened at Mount Hope, Shep? 
/ dont know. But I can speculate. 
Please do. 
/ think it not unreasonable that someone was careless with a small quantity of antimatter. It is otherwise 
very hard to account for the estimated energy yield and the absence of meteoric residue. 
What would anyone have been doing with antimatter on the east slope of the mountain? 
Perhaps trying to escape a pursuer. The explosion occurred three days after Kane and Tripley returned 
home from the Hunter. Both lived in the area. One vanished. I 
think it not unlikely that we are looking at the result of a theft gone wrong. 
Youre suggesting Tripley stole his own fuel? Why? 
Its possible Kane took it, Tripley recovered it, and was unable to contain it. This is, of course, 
speculation based on no evidence. 
What can you tell me about Benton Tripley? she asked. 
Shepard put everything on the screen. Benton was a clone of his father. In fact, more than half the 
population of Green-way during that period were clones. He was in his late thirties, had not married, but 
had a reputation as a womanizer. He was a board member for half a dozen influential organizations, a 
close personal friend of the Premier, the recipient of a dozen major philanthropic awards, the CEO of 
Interstellar, Inc., and the chairman of Lost Cause, which was the successor to the Tripley Foundation. 
Lost Cause devoted itself to raising money for various worthy enterprises. There were no poor anymore, 
but there were always children unexpectedly orphaned or cast aside, people who needed advanced 
educational opportunities, research possibilities, and so on. Lost Cause remained in the forefront of such 
efforts. 
In fact, Lost Cause had stepped in to help Kim, providing scholarship funds after the deaths of her 
parents. But shed never known much about the organization. Thered been a counselor who came around 
periodically to assure herself that Kim was all right, and the money transfers, which had arrived promptly 
every month. Shed eventually returned the money, but shed always been grateful that Lost Cause was 
there when she needed them. 
Benton Tripley looked precisely like his father, save that he was clean-shaven. He was tall, tanned, with 
brown, wavy hair brushed back, and a congenial smile that she didnt believe for a minute. And there, she 

concluded, was another difference: Kile looked honest. There was something in Bentons expression that 
she didnt trust. 
Shepard put up a series of pictures. She saw him shaking hands with other industrialists and with political 
figures, saw him surrounded by women in various vacation spots, saw him defending himself against 
charges of unfair practices in court. He seemed to be everywhere. TRIPLEY WELCOMES 
BARRINGER ISLAND DELEGATION. TRIPLEY CONSULTS WITH NEW YORK 
COUNTERPART KIP ESTERHAUS. TRIPLEY SHOWS HIGH SCHOOL GROUP AROUND 
SKY HARBOR. 
But there was something she could use: Kim saw three starship models in his office. Three. 
And that gave her exactly the wedge she needed. 
Shepard got back to her as the flyer approached Korbee Island. Message from Sheyel Tolliver, he said. 
Run it. 
Sheyels voice came on and gave the shoe size. Anything else, Kim? Shep asked. 
She glanced at Solly, telling him silently that the size matched the shoe theyd found. Yes. Put coffee 
on. 
Its a little less than definitive, Solly said. How many women would you say wear that size? 
Quite a few, she admitted. How many of them do you think hang around starships? 
6
We are not alone. 
Somewhere, in places remote beyond imagining, cities light the dark, and towers rise over broken 
shorelines. Who inhabits these distant cities, who looks out from these far towers, we do not at present 
know, and cannot guess. But one day we will arrive in their skies, and we will embrace our brothers and 
sisters. 
SHIM PADWA, The Far Towers, 321 
We should do more of this, Matt said. Get ahead of the curve. Hand out prizes. Its an easy way to 
make friends for the Institute. 

Well-heeled friends. Management had directed it be called the Morton Cable Award, after the man whod 
done the breakthrough work for the development of transdimen-sional flight. Happily, Cable also had 
connections with the Institute. 
Kim readily agreedgreat idea, Mattand suggested that, in view of Tripleys affinity for decorative 
starships, they put the award in that form, rather than using a standard plaque. Matt approved and left the 
details to her judgment. 
The cab picked her up early Friday morning. The ocean was still misty as the flyer rose into a crystal sky 
and arced toward the mainland. There were relatively few private vehicles on Greenway because taxis 
were cheap, well maintained, and readily available. She saw no seagoing traffic, save for a westbound 
yacht. A couple of other cabs were in the air, circling aimlessly over the islands, waiting for calls. 
Matt had arranged that Averill Hopkin would make the presentation to Tripley. Hopkin was a 
prizewinning authority in hyperspace propulsion techniques. He was already at Sky Harbor, doing 
consulting work for Interstellar. So it was all very convenient. Hopkin was dark skinned, dark eyed, a 
man without substance, Kim thought. His life seemed to be completely entwined in physics. She doubted 
that he had any idea how to enjoy himself. 
The cab dropped her at the terminal. Fifteen minutes later she was on the Seahawk, a maglev gliding 
south over Seabrights parklands. The Institute passed on her right, and the beaches on her left. Once 
outside the city it accelerated smoothly to six hundred kilometers per hour, occasionally tracking over 
open water, leaving a roiling wake in its passage. 
The view from her window became a blur of seacoast, forest, and rivers. Passengers drew their shades 
and settled in with their links or a book. Some slept, some put on a helmet and watched a selection from 
the train library. 
Kim brought up the Autumn on the screen mounted in front of her seat and looked for a long time at her 
own image. It chilled her, yet produced a curious sense of her own beauty and power. Markiss affection 
for his subject was quite obvious. 
Another passenger, a woman, paused in the aisle behind her. She self-consciously wiped the screen. 
During the early days after Emilys disappearance, Kim had occasionally sat with her mother while she 
conducted conversations with a simulation of the lost daughter. Her father had objected. Emily was his 
daughter too, hed said. And it was best for all of them to let her rest. Hed been right: it had been a 
chilling business, and Kim had sworn shed never do anything like it herself. When someone is gone, 
shed decided, shes gone. Using technology to pretend otherwise is sick. It had turned out to be easier to 
make the pledge than to keep it, though. Kim had spoken regularly with Emily during her adolescence, 
and with her lost parents in the years immediately following the accident. In character, her father had 
abjured her during these sessions to let go. You have your own life to live, Kimberly, hed said, frowning. 

You can manage on your own. 
The encounters had always left her hurting. Achieving maturity had been largely a matter of leaving 
phantasms behind. But she found that to do it, she had to confront the reality, to admit to herself that they 
were all really gone. To a degree, she understood that shed been damaged by those conversations, 
especially those with Emily, because the woman who had vanished from her life when she was barely old 
enough to remember had lingered for another dozen years. By then, when Kim finally broke away, she 
had come to understand fully the depth of her loss. 
She found a picture of Emily, Yoshi, and Tripley, taken during a farewell luncheon shortly before the 
departure of the Hunter. Emily was immaculately tailored in dark green slacks, light green blouse, offwhite 
jacket. The ensemble emphasized the effect of her gold-flecked dark eyes. 
Emily had had a reputation as an effective junior executive for a communications firm before joining the 
Tripley Foundation. Kim took a few minutes to listen to an address at a country club during which she 
described the purposes of the Foundation, what they had accomplished, and what they still hoped to 
achieve. Theres life out there somewhere, shed said. And with your help we mean to find it. 
Emily was passionate, with a comedic sense of timing. She had all the qualities of a good speaker: she 
knew where she was headed, she told jokes on herself, and she knew how to deliver a one-liner. The 
applause at the end of her speech was loud and enthusiastic, and it was obvious that Emily could have 
recruited the whole bunch had she desired. 
Shed married twice, but was unattached at the time of her disappearance. There had been no children. 
Terminal City was located on an equatorial island two kilometers offshore. The Seahawk left the 
mainland at Mikai, passed over a series of rocky headlands and began to slow down as it approached the 
Chibatsu Tunnel. The lights in the car brightened, and they saw a few gulls. Birds had learned to keep 
their distance from the trains, save at those sections along the route where they cut back to a safe velocity. 
From this point the train would be moving across the barrier islands, alternately accelerating and 
decelerating in rhythm with the tunnels. They were on the equator now, westbound. 
Kim had begun reading Markis Kanes favorite detective, Veronica King. Shed finished four of the 
books during the week since returning from the Severin Valley, and made several efforts during the ride 
to start another, but it was hard to keep her mind on it. She was thinking ahead to her interview with 
Benton Tripley, sculpting the questions she would ask. 
They stopped at Cleavis Island. The train almost emptied out, but more people swarmed aboard. After 
theyd gotten moving again, Kim wandered down to the dining car and had lunch. 
As she finished up a meal of greens and chicken, the train cleared its last tunnel, leaped Morgantown Bay, 
and ran into a heavy rainstorm. Along this section of coastline, the mountains came directly down to the 

sea. The Seahawk plunged into a canyon, and crossed the Edmonton Defile, which was really a series of 
ridges and channels. 
They were twenty meters over the ocean, running along the side of a cliff, when Kim returned her 
attention to Veronica King and The Demon Lamp. The gimmick in the stories was that critical 
information was inevitably hidden in plain sight. The Demon Lamp was set at an archeological dig 
several layers deep on the large desert island Kawahl. Two people have been murdered, and the motive is 
said to be concealed in a tower. But there is no tower anywhere on that baking landscape. Except, of 
course, that there is: the dig site is the tower, now buried after several hundred years and a climate shift. 
Kim finished the story as the Seahawk dropped gradually to sea level and the mountains fell away. She 
was on the wrong side of the train to see it, but she knew that the skyhook was now visible. 
There were always a few gasps from travelers who were looking at it for the first time. Skyhooks were, if 
not the most incredible of human engineering marvels, then certainly the most spectacular. Five of the 
nine worlds had them, and one was under construction on Tigris. Greenways skyhook, which was 
connected to Terminal City, was now about twelve kilometers away. Its enormous bulk rose out of the 
downtown area and soared into the clouds. 
People were out of their seats, crowding to the right side of the car. Kim caught a glimpse of it, watched 
the sunlight strike its weathered sides. It always made her proud in some indefinable way. 
Minutes later the train pulled into the terminal building and stopped. Passengers filed out into a vast 
agglomeration of shops and concourses, waiting areas and restaurants. Kim took a minute to locate 
herself, and then moved off at a leisurely pace toward the lift. There were people distributing religious 
literature, others soliciting signatures for political and social campaigns. Some wanted the board chairman 
of one of the train lines removed, others hoped to get support for a drive demanding research on 
increasing longevity. 
Kim had some spare time, so she stopped on the main promenade for a glass of fruit juice. It occurred to 
her shed put herself in Sheyels position: unless she was careful, Ben-ton Tripley was going to conclude 
she was a lunatic. 
The lift went up every other hour. The vehicle was divided into a lounge area, a VR facility, a souvenir 
shop specializing in Sky Harbor mugs and T-shirts, a coffee shop, and the Four Moons, a private club 
where members could relax around a leather-lined bar, shoot billiards, take over a VR booth, or nap. 
The coffee shop was Niks. It was overpriced and the sandwiches tasted like plastic, but the coffee was 
good. The walls were covered with autographed pictures of celebrities who had passed through. Once on 
board, Kim headed directly for Niks and found a corner table. 
The lifts capacity was listed at 120 people. On this day it was carrying half that number. Kim ordered 

coffee and cantaloupe, looked out her window at the vast interior of the mall, and heard the 
announcement that they would be departing in a moment. The gates closed with a click. 
The floor trembled and unseen engines engaged. The concourse, with its crowds and brightly decorated 
shops, began to fall away. Then Kim was passing through a tangle of struts and cables. 
It was all shed be able to see for about ten minutes. The lift would rise on the inside of the central 
support until it cleared the lower atmosphere. Then, when it was beyond potential wear and tear from 
weather conditions, it would emerge into the sunlight. 
Several of her fellow travelers were VIPs also headed for the Star Queen. She finished her snack, leaving 
most of the cantaloupe, and wandered through Niks, saying hello, renewing acquaintances. McWilliam 
was there from Extron Industries, and Larry Dixon from the National Philanthropic Society, and Jazz 
White, the counterball player who was featured in the Star Queens promotional campaign. 
The lift came out of its protective sheath and the coffee shop filled with sunlight. 
She strolled into the lounge and found a cushioned bench. Some of the passengers were buying souvenirs, 
and most of the kids were in the VR rec center. Others stood near the windows looking out at the view. 
Like the windows on the Hunter, these were really screens, which displayed views from external 
imagers. Transparent panels were a hazard, the weakest point in an airtight environment, so they had long 
since been phased out. But only a close examination could reveal the difference. 
Matt had wrangled the invitation to the Star Queen ceremonies by pointing out that the designer of her 
engines had been Max Esterly, onetime Institute director, and that an Institute presence on the day the 
great liner was converted into a hotel was only appropriate. In fact, a plaque of Esterly had been mounted 
in the vessels main lounge. Marts real purpose, of course, was to remind the assorted decision-makers of 
the joys of technology, and that nothing worthwhile came free. It was Kims job to make them believers. 
Hed given her a set of points to be driven home: If society does not move forward, it will decline. It is 
declining. We need to make some changes in the way we do things. The primary force in modern 
scientific research is the Institute. That was probably something of an exaggeration, but they said it at 
every opportunity so it had acquired the ring of truth. 
She didnt entirely agree with Matts approach. The belief that society was in decline was a permanent 
characteristic of every era. People always believed they lived in a crumbling world. They themselves were 
of course okay, but everybody around them was headed downhill. It was a tired drumbeat and she didnt 
think bringing it up during the launch of the Star Queen Hotel would help generate anything except 
boredom. 
Nevertheless she wondered whether something really was wrong. More than the end of scientific 

investigation. More than a society that sought its own pleasures to the exclusion of everything else. Some 
doomsayers were suggesting that the human race had simply grown old, exhausted itself in some 
metaphysical way. That it needed a challenge. Perhaps it needed to find others like itself, among the stars, 
with whom it could cooperate and compete. And trade war stories. That as things were, the species was 
just sitting on the back porch, waiting for God. 
Much of the pessimism seemed to be coming from Earth, where it was almost the end of the third 
millennium, standard calendar. Historically such times had always generated cries that midnight had 
come for the race. 
Whatever the truth might be, Kim thought that cutting the ribbon on the Star Queen Hotel was hardly an 
appropriate moment to throw a dead cat up the aisle. 
* * * 
Although the advent of artificial gravity had obviated the need for wheel-shaped space stations, the 
traditional configuration had remained in use everywhere except for the newest unit going up at Tigris. At 
one time thered appeared to be a possibility for antigravity as well, but that breakthrough had proved 
elusive and was now thought to be impossible. Too bad: it was just the sort of goal the Institute needed to 
enlist the enthusiasm of the Star Queen crowd. 
She was looking down on cloud banks and the curve of the world as the lift began to slow. People 
wandered about, collecting bags, making last-minute purchases, getting jackets onto their kids. It was a 
persistent belief among parents that Sky Harbor was drafty. The engines whined, the lift stopped, and the 
doors opened. Passengers filed out into the lobby of the Starview Hotel. Most inserted their cards into the 
registration dexes. Kim picked up the package shed sent ahead, went to her room, showered, and worked 
on her remarks for the dedication. Through her window she could see Sky Harbors tail, the enormous 
counterweight to the lift, snaking out toward Lark, the innennost moon. 
First up on her schedule was the award for Benton Tripley. 
She had just time for a quick nap. Then she dressed and checked herself in the mirror. Satisfied that she 
looked pretty good, she took the elevator down to C deck, where most of the corporate suites were 
located. 
It was a luxurious section, well away from the tourist and operational areas, featuring dark-stained 
paneling, potted plants, and thick carpets. The walls were hung with landscapes. Soft music whispered 
out of unseen speakers. The lighting was restrained, lending an aspect of quiet significance to the digitals 
marking the individual offices. 
Interstellar, Inc., was located behind a pair of frosted-glass double doors. A young dark-skinned woman 
looked up from a desk as she entered. Good afternoon, Dr. Brandywine, she said. Theyre waiting for 

you. Please follow me. 
She showed Kim into a compact conference room. A recording crew was already at work, setting up for 
pictures. Averill Hopkin arrived on her heels, looking frazzled. After a minutes conversation Kim 
realized he didnt like making presentations. He was nervous and irritated, and not at all anxious to 
participate in a public forum. But thered been no easy way out for him, and so here he was, his gaze 
running between Kim, the lectern, and the time. I hate these things, he told her. 
Its the price of being celebrated, she said, keeping her amusement out of her voice. She thought briefly 
about advising him that 90 percent of everything is public relations, but prudently let it pass. 
Ive just got more important things to do, Kim, he said. She put a hand on his arm. It was rigid. Im 
not good at this sort of thing, he persisted. 
Relax, Avy. She gave him an encouraging smile. One of her best. Youve nothing to prove. All they 
want is for you to be here. You could fall over a chair, and theyd think thats just the way genius 
behaves. 
He nodded solemnly, accepting the accolade without a flicker of humility. 
The lectern was set on a low platform at the front of the conference room, flanked by four chairs and a 
side table. Behind it, the company shield hung proudly on the wall, framed by blue and white bunting, 
Interstellars colors. Kim had kept the award in its container, which she now placed on the side table after 
showing it to Hopkin. 
Corporate employees were beginning to come in. She knew a couple of the executives, and she 
introduced the physicist to them. They fawned over him, and she was pleased to see him calm down 
somewhat. 
A tall, blond woman entered and everyone snapped to attention. This, Kim knew, was Magda Kenneal, 
Tripleys chief administrative assistant. Magda took over, introduced herself to Hopkin, said hello 
distractedly to Kim, and began giving directions. There were now about twenty people in the room. After 
shed gotten everyone satisfactorily seated, Magda apparently got a signal from somewhere. She nodded, 
stepped behind the lectern and the conversation stopped. Ladies and gentlemen, she said, Id like to 
welcome you here this morning. As you may be aware, Mr. Tripley has long been a staunch supporter of 
the Seabright Institute 
She continued in that vein for a few minutes, extolling her bosss efforts on behalf of a world of worthy 
causes. Then she stood aside. A door to her right opened, and Ben-ton Tripley himself came in. 
The audience applauded enthusiastically. There was no question here who signed the paychecks. 

Tripley, dressed formally in white for the occasion, sat down on Kims left. He smiled graciously at her, 
and she returned the gesture. Kim had never met him. Magda had always represented Lost Cause at 
Institute events. 
Up close, she sensed that Benton was a more electric personality than his father. Everything shed seen 
about Kile suggested a serious, somber man, with an intellectual side, and a tendency toward abruptness. 
But one did not get the feeling of unseen depths. The current Tripley, on the other hand, looked far more 
congenial, if she disregarded his eyes, which revealed a flatness that left her cold. 
He was not a man shed have over for dinner. Yet the charm was undeniably there, and it washed over her 
when he favored her with a broad smile. It made her want to be wrong about disliking him. 
Magda identified Kim and then introduced Hopkin, who looked intimidated. The physicist shambled 
clumsily to the lectern, plopped his notes down, and began. He talked about the Beacon Project, and 
described a few other current initiatives. He explained why private help was needed to carry on scientific 
work in an age of belt-tightening. And he was starting in on some efforts he wanted especially to 
recommend to his audience when Kim succeeded in catching his eye and signaling that he should cut it 
short. Hopkin got the message and broke off in midsentence. But thats of no real concern today, he 
finished lamely. Were here this afternoon to present the Morton Cable Award to Mr. Tripley in 
appreciation of his exemplary contributions to the cause of science. 
Tripley got up and joined him at the lectern. 
Kim retrieved the container, unlatched it, and passed it to Hopkin. He opened it and brought out the 
model of the Hunter, circa 573. Its aluminum turrets and propulsion tubes gleamed in the lights. He held 
it up so everyone could see it. They got more applause. Then he read the inscription: 
The Morton Cable Award 
Benton Tripley For Extraordinary Effort in Support of the 
Pursuit of Science 
Recognized by the Seabright Institute January 12, 600 
He handed it to Tripley, shook his hand, and sat down. 
Tripley leaned into the mike. Its beautiful, he said graciously. My father would have been proud. He 
added a few remarks suitable for the occasion, that Interstellar would continue to support scientific 
research, and that he was pleased to be able to make a positive contribution to a good cause. He thanked 
everyone for coming, delivered a few more generalities, and gave the lectern back to Magda amid 
sustained applause. 

After the ceremony, he invited Hopkin and Kim into his office and showed them where he planned to put 
his newest award: beside the Regal, Admiral ben-Haddens flagship which had led Greenways fleet in 
the Pacifica War. 
But he looked tired. It might have been a lassitude born of too many ceremonies that day, too many 
meetings with functionaries like Kim. She sensed that he was on automatic. It was hard not to conclude 
that, when he wasnt on stage, a different personality took over. Nonetheless, she could see that the 
Hunter trophy was a hit. Kim hadnt been certain he would recognize it. 
The office was large for Sky Harbor, tastefully but not extravagantly furnished. Plaques and framed 
certificates and pictures of Tripley with various VIPs hung everywhere. A wall-length window looked out 
on the long planetary arc. Most of the visible land was white. 
A portrait of a young girl playing with a dog stood prominently on his desk. His daughter, Choela, he 
explained. A virtual fire burned cheerfully in a grate. Bookshelves lined two walls. There were about 
eighty volumes, leather-bound antiques. And she saw, besides the Hunter and the Regal, three other 
starships. 
You did your homework, he said, indicating the Hunter. Can I offer you some coffee? 
Yes, please, she said. Black. 
Hopkin passed. 
Im glad you like it, she said. 
Tripley leaned toward a link, relayed her wish to someone on the other end. Itll fit very nicely with the 
fleet. His features brightened and his eyes came alive. Whatever else he might be, she decided, he was 
an overgrown adolescent. 
The Regal occupied a shelf of its own. A second model was encased on a table apparently designed 
specifically for the purpose. The two remaining ships were on opposite sides of the office, one on a side 
table near a chair, the other on a wall mount. 
They look realistic, said Hopkin, strolling from one to another. Kim suspected he could not have been 
less interested but was using the decorations to cover his social dis-orientation. 
Thank you. 
The coffee arrived. Hopkin watched while his companions sampled the brew and commented on it. Then 
he continued, using a tone that signified he was now proceeding to serious matters. Youve an efficient 

operation here, Benton, he said. But I wonder if I might suggest something? 
Of course. 
The engine designs Hopkin flashed disapproval. You could do much better. 
Theyre standard, said Tripley, puzzled. 
Hopkin had an idea to improve energy output. Kim lost track of it early, during his description of 
intensification of the magnetic fields at the moment of hyperspace penetration. Her physics was too weak 
to follow the logic, but Trip-ley listened closely, jotted some of it down, interrupted occasionally with a 
technical question, and finally nodded his head. Put it on paper, he said. Let me see a proposal. 
She noticed that he never asked about cost. 
The basic problem with flight through hyperspace was that the upper limits of velocity seemed to be fixed 
at a real-space equivalent of 38.1 light-years per standard day. The Karis Limit. It was fast enough for 
travel among the Nine Worlds and their outlying regions, but there were other places researchers would 
like to go. Like the center of the galaxy, to which a round-trip would require four and a half years. Would 
Hopkins idea, she asked, push vehicles beyond the Karis Limit? 
No, he said. I dont think theres any way to do that. But we will be able to save a considerable 
amount of fuel, and thereby significantly increase range. 
She was eager to talk about Mount Hope. It sounds, she said, like the kind of drive the Hunter could 
have used. 
Hopkin blinked, not sure of the reference. Benton, he said, I hate to cut this short, but I really do have 
to be going. He got up and smiled benevolently. It was good to see you again, Kim. He bent to kiss her 
cheek, shook hands with Tripley, and disappeared out the door. 
It would be helpful, said Tripley, if he could really do what he says. His gaze drifted from his notes 
to the model Hunter. I take it the choice of trophy design was yours? 
We thought it seemed appropriate. Most famous of the Foundations vessels. 
A cheese tray showed up. Kim sampled a piece. I was impressed that you knew about the models, 
Tripley said. 
They provide a distinctive decor, Mr. Tripley. Do they represent actual vessels? 

My names Ben, Doctor. May I call you Kim? 
Of course, Ben, she said. 
His brow furrowed and his eyes caressed the Regal. It was long and sleek, its lines curving in unexpected 
directions, designed to resist enemy sensors. A beautiful ship. She wondered why warships, of whatever 
nature, were always so compelling. Was it their utilitarian nature, that they were designed for a single 
purpose? It suggested Eisen-stadts misdirected definition of a beautiful woman, but it seemed applicable 
in this case. 
My grandfather served on it, said Tripley. 
During the war? asked Kim. 
He was ben-Haddens helmsman. The pride in Trip-leys voice was evident. He sat back quietly to 
allow her a moment of appreciation. 
The other models were quite striking. 
One was saucer-shaped. This is the Choela, he said, glancing at the little girl with the dog. Its 
corporate. We have two of them in service, actually. 
And a liner. The Buckman. Gave out years ago, Im afraid. But it was Interstellars first contract. In my 
fathers time. Launched us, you might say. 
The final vehicle was a flared teardrop mounted on an elliptical platform. Kim saw no propulsion tubes. It 
looked somewhat like a turtle. It belonged to my father, he said. Its purely fictitious. As you can see. 
No propulsion tubes, she ventured. 
He nodded. Its not a very thoughtful design, but its what got me interested in the business. 
A boyhood toy? asked Kim. 
Yes. 
What is its name? 
He actually managed to look sheepish. I called it the Valiant. 
That sounds like a warship. It doesnt look like one. Toy warships usually came bristling with weapons. 

To a kid, everythings a warship. 
Of the five models it was the most intricately detailed, with realistic antennas and sensor dishes and 
hatches. Its dark shell was tooled to catch the light. In the flickering glow cast by the fire it was 
sometimes black and sometimes purple. She touched it. Her fingertips tingled with the kind of sensation 
one gets from hewn marble. I think Valiant is the right name, she said. 
In its day, he smiled, its gone out against all sorts of pirates and monsters. He took it down from its 
shelf and held it in both hands, as if weighing his childhood. My grandmother passed it on to me. 
But, she said, you discovered there were no pirates. 
Alas, no. At least not in starships. His fingers lingered against its burnished hull. Whats the old 
saying? The stuff of dreams. 
The books on the shelves included Harcourts Principles of Galactic Formation, Al Kafirs Alone in the 
Universe, McAdams The Shores of Night, Magruders Far As the Eye Can See, Ravakams The Limits of 
Knowledge. 
Not at all the sort of reading shed have expected from a man whose primary concern was running a 
major corporation. One never knew. 
The fireplace crackled and a log broke. Sparks rose into the room. 
The Hunter is a lovely ship, she said, to steer the conversation back toward Kile Tripley. 
Yes, it is. I was on it several times when I was a boy. But never in flight, Im sorry to say. 
It was a Tripley Foundation vehicle for forty-some years, wasnt it? 
Precisely thirty-three years, seven months, he said. 
They sold it after your fathers death? She deliberately misstated the facts, not wanting to seem too 
knowledgeable about the details. 
His disappearance, he said. His body was never found. 
But yes, they sold it a few years after. There was no longer any point in keeping it. No one else was 
interested in deep-space research. At least, nobody who mattered. You know, of course, thats what they 
used it for. 

Yes, she said. I know. Tripley, she was aware, had been eleven years old when he lost his father. 
Hed been living with his mother at the time, and apparently had seen little of the star-hopping Kile. Do 
you share your fathers interest in exploration? she asked. 
He shrugged. Not especially. He wanted to find life somewhere. And sure, if its out there, I wouldnt 
mind being the one who bags it. But no, I cant say Im prepared to devote time and money to it. Too 
much else to do. And the odds are too long. He glanced at his commlink, checking the time. Signaling 
her that the meeting was drawing to a close. 
Ben, she said, do you think the Hunter was in any way connected with the Mount Hope explosion? 
His face might have hardened. She couldnt be sure. But his voice cooled. Ive no idea. But Im not sure 
I see how it could have been. 
There was a lot of talk about antimatter at the time, she said. 
Suspicion clouded his face. Im sure you have the details tucked away where you can find them, if 
necessary, Kim. Look: Ive heard the speculation too. God knows I grew up with it. But I honestly cant 
imagine why either Markis or my father would have removed any of the fuel from the Hunter, taken it to 
the village, and used it to blow up a mountain. Or for that matter, how they could have done it. Remove a 
cell from its magnetic container, and it explodes on the spot. He transfixed her with a stare that was not 
angry, but wary. And perhaps disappointed. What do you think happened, Kim? 
She let her eyes lose focus. I dont know what to think. The explosion does have an antimatter 
signature 
Theres no evidence to support that. 
The yield suggests it. 
He shook his head and let her see hed lost confidence in her common sense. She had intended to say that 
the only people in the neighborhood who had a connection with antimatter were Kane and his father. But 
she was needlessly antagonizing him. And she didnt know for a fact there was no one else anyhow. 
Let me get this straight, Tripley said. You think my father and Kane were conducting an experiment of 
some kind. And the experiment went wrong. Or that they were involved in a theft. 
I didnt say that. 
The implication is clear enough. He stared at her. It didnt happen. My father wasnt an experimental 
physicist. He was an engineer. He wouldnt have been involved in anything like that. Couldnt have 
been. 

What about Markis? 
Kane was a starship captain. He had settled back into his chair. No. You can forget all that. Look, I 
dont know what happened in Severin any more than anyone else does. But I know damned well it wasnt 
my father playing around with a fuel cell. Chances are, it was a meteor. Plain and simple. 
Ben, she said, do you have any idea whether Yoshi Amara might have been at your fathers villa 
around the time of the explosion? 
His gaze sharpened. What makes you think thafl. Ive never heard that charge made before. 
Shed gone too far. What was she going to tell him? That shed found a shoe that was her size? Theres 
some indication, she said, plunging ahead. 
Tripley looked like a man dealing with gnats. May I ask what sort of indication? 
Clothing. Its probably hers. No way to be sure. 
I see. He glanced over at the Hunter. Sounds weak to me. Kim, I hope you arent going to drag it all 
out again. Whatever might have happened, the principals are dead. 
She nodded. Not all the principals. Some of them are still wondering what happened to their relatives. 
He clapped his hands together. Of course, he said. Thats why you look so much like Emily. 
Yes. 
Her sister? daughter? 
Sister. 
Im sorry, he said. I truly am. Then you must know how I feel. But I think its a mutual loss that we 
simply have to accept. Hed come around the desk and was escorting her to the door. Let it go, Kim. I 
dont know what happened to them any more than you do, but Ive long since come to terms with it. I 
suggest you do the same. 
Worldwide Interior specialized in custom decor for executive and personal yachts and the entire range of 
corporate vehicles. They were fond of saying that after Interstellar put in the electronics, Worldwide 
added the ambiance and made every vessel into a home. 

Kim was given the tour by Jacob Isaacs, the public information officer. Isaacs was in his fourth quarter, 
as the saying went, in excess of a hundred fifty years old. Hed begun to gray, and he walked without 
energy. They think I provide dignity, he confided to her with a smile. In fact, in a society in which 
almost everyone looked young, persons whod begun to show their age were at a premium and were often 
given what some thought was an unfair preference in hiring and promotion. 
They walked together around a virtual Hunter, while Jacob described the ships features. Not her sensing 
capabilities or her propulsion systems, but the more cosmetic qualities. Hull design and esthetic 
considerations. Note the balance between architrave and portico. Observe the second-floor terraces. This 
was a ship that could have been placed on manorial grounds in the most sedate part of Marathon and it 
would not have been out of place. Except, of course, for the propulsion tubes extending from the rear. 
And the lander, which was connected to the ships underside. 
Shed explained that she was working on a history of the corporate fleet during the past half century, and 
to this end shed become interested in Worldwide. How had they gotten started refurbishing spacecraft 
interiors? 
The founder, Ester DelSol, started in food distribution. DelSol and Winnett. Isaacs looked at Kirn as if 
she should have recognized the firm. She nodded as though she did. The story is that she took a flight to 
Earth to visit her family and noticed how bad the onboard food was. And she saw her chance. She took 
over the franchise and provided the carriers first-class cuisine at reasonable prices. One thing led to 
another. There were plenty of corporations around to service engines and handle electronics, but the 
carriers themselves had to take care of the cosmetic stuff. It was expensive but necessary and it was done 
on a hit-or-miss basis. 
And now youre into all kinds of shipboard furnishings. 
And exteriors. The cosmetics, that is. We dont do food anymore, by the way. That was sold off years 
ago. But we handle pretty much everything else. 
He took her down to operations to see the ship itself. It floated just off the wheel, connected by a support 
structure. A couple of technicians were replacing an antenna. Is it going somewhere? asked Kim. 
Tomorrow. Its bound for Pacifica. 
They strolled over to the entry tube. Did you want to look inside? 
Please. 
They went through the air lock and emerged on the main floor, in a gallery lined by a dozen doors. A 
foldback staircase mounted to the upper level. Another, directly opposite, descended to the lower. 

The interior was elegant. Carpeting and furniture were of the highest order. Fixtures had the feel of silver. 
Windows were curtained, appointments polished, walls decorated with photos from the Hunters recent 
past. She found nothing related to the ships days with the Tripley Foundation. And it was impossible not 
to contrast the Hunter with the drab, spartan vehicles that the Institute used to transport its technicians 
around the stellar neighborhood. 
The mission control center took up much of the main floor. They inspected it, looked into the dining 
room and the rec area. 
The pilots room was upstairs. They went up and she stood before it, feeling the tug of history. Markis 
Kanes last mission as a starship captain. Inside, a pair of leather chairs faced a control panel and a set of 
screens. She went in and sat down in the left-hand chair, the pilots position. 
The rest of the upper floor was dedicated to living quarters. She wondered which cabin had belonged to 
Emily. 
The utility area, which housed cargo, storage, and life support, was located on the bottom floor. It was 
spacious, considering the modest dimensions of the vehicle, and divided into five airtight compartments 
and a central corridor running the spine of the ship. Kile Tripley knew from the beginning that he 
wanted the capacity to make long flights, said Isaacs. So the Hunter has lots of storage capacity, as you 
can see. Its also got a water refiltering system that, when it was built, was far ahead of its time. 
There was a cargo hold on either side of the passageway. Each had its own loading door, its own crane, 
its own sorter, and movable decks. Jacob showed her the refrigeration compartment. We dont use much 
of this space anymore, he said. Dont really need it on commuter flights. 
The portside loading door was as broad as the compartment into which it opened. Tripley always 
believed hed find a ruin out there somewhere, some kind of place not built by us. By people. And he 
wanted to be able to bring back pieces of it and not be hindered by the size of his doors. 
A ram? 
Oh yes. He was convinced that other civilizations had developed, but he expected theyd all be dead. 
Thought there wasnt much chance of finding a living one. He certainly knew our own was in a state of 
decay. They were standing just outside the lander launch bay. The vessels cockpit rose through the floor 
into its housing. And of course he was right. 
That startled her. Right? In what way? 
Well. Now it was his turn to look surprised. Dr. Brandywine, were going to hell in a handbasket. You 
know that. Everybodys out for himself now. Not like the old days. 

Oh, she said. 
They strolled aft, talking idly, Kim agreeing, although she didnt really believe it, that times had been 
changing for the worse. The corridor ended outside the entrance to the power plant. Jacob, she said, I 
wonder if I could look at the maintenance records. Solly had assured her that, unlike the logs, a complete 
maintenance record was stored onboard for the life of the ship. 
If you want, he said. I dont see any harm to it. He punched the control panel mounted beside the 
door. It opened, they went inside, and he sat down at a console. But it strikes me, he said, that 
maintenance makes for dull reading. 
My problem is that I dont know enough about these things. The maintenance recordsll give me a feel 
for what it takes to keep a ship like this in operation. 
Do you want me to get our maintenance chief? He could probably answer whatever questions you might 
have. 
No, no, she said. Thats okay. No need to bother anybody. 
Isaacs shrugged and brought up a menu. He had a little trouble finding what he wanted. He was, after all, 
a public information officer. But after a few anxious minutes she watched an engineering history of the 
Equatorian Interstellar Vehicle (EIV) 4471886 begin to scroll across the screen. Jacob got up and gave 
her the seat. 
Kim paged through as casually as she was able, commenting innocuously on grades of lubrication and 
periods between engine inspections, trying the whole time to sound as if she were only interested in 
generalities. 
She took it back to the beginning. The Hunter went into service Midwinter 3, 544. It takes a lot of work 
to keep one of these things operating, she said innocently. 
Isaacs agreed. She scrolled forward, locating and then fa-miliarizing herself with the system which 
revealed the type of maintenance or repair and the signature of the technician. She noted the extensive 
maintenance performed toward the end of 572, prior to departure for St. Johns. Weeks later, a final 
inspection was completed at that distant outpost before the Hunter left for the Golden Pitcher. 
On March 30 it was back at Sky Harbor, and another general inspection was done. She ran quickly 
through the items, and found that an air-lock door had been replaced in the port cargo hold, and the jump 
engines had required repairs. She wondered what the problem had been with the door, but the record 
didnt say. As to the engines, she wasnt skilled enough to understand the significance of the damages. 
She saw only that numbered parts were installed and the engine pronounced okay. 

The name of the technician was Gaerhard. She couldnt make out the first name. But it shouldnt matter. 
She passed on through a few more pages, thanked Jacob, and left. 
1
Where is it now, the glory and the dream? WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Intimations of Immortality, 
1807 c.E. 
The following evening, Kim caught a shuttle to the Star Queen Hotel. The onetime liner was brilliantly 
illuminated, and pictures from groundside showed that, at least for this one night, there was a new star in 
the heavens. 
No two interstellar liners look completely alike. Even those sharing the same basic design are painted and 
outfitted so there can be no question of their uniqueness. Some have a kind of rococo appearance, like a 
vast manor house brought in from the last century; others resemble malls, complete with walkways and 
parks; and still others have the brisk efficiency of a modern hotel complex. Starships, of course, have few 
limitations with regard to design, the prime specification being simply that they not disintegrate during 
acceleration or course change. 
The Star Queen looked like a small city on a dish. The approach tube was designed to provide maximum 
view. Kim had seen virtuals of the Queen, but the real thing, up close, took her breath away. 
The new owners had worked hard to create the impression of a living vessel that might leave at any time 
for Sinus or Sol. An enormous digital banner amidships displayed her name in proud black letters. 
There were about a dozen people in the shuttle. Most, she judged, were upper-level employees of various 
Sky Harbor corporations, coming over for the party. One of the men tried to engage her in conversation, 
but she squirmed and looked uncomfortable and he got the message. She was not necessarily averse to 
adventures on the road, but at the moment she was too deeply caught up in her own thoughts to spoil the 
occasion fencing with a prowling male. 
There was music at the dock, and automated porters, and hotel representatives anxious to assist. A news 
team stood off to one side interviewing someone Kim couldnt see. 
Shed been on the Queen once before, when she was fresh out of college, as an Institute intern. She 
wandered now among its display rooms to refresh her memories of that earlier trip. Here was a memorial 
to Max Esterly, portraying him poised in thought over a computer console, presumably designing the 
engines which had made the Queen class of liners possible. And there was the presidential suite in which 
Jennifer Granville had drawn up the Articles. On the glass deck, so-called because of the view it 
provided, an assassin had brought down Pius XIX, last of the officially recognized popes. A plaque 
marked the spot off the main dining room where a team of rangers had started their assault against the 

Minagwan terrorists who had seized and held the ship for seventeen excruciating days in an act that had 
been a prelude to war. 
Ali Bakai and Narimoto the Good had met secretly on the Star Queen to make the Peace of Ahriman, 
which neither of their constituencies wanted. The fabled Yakima Tai performed his last concert in the 
ballroom before ending his life and that of his wife. The Mid-Deck Bar had a plaque marking the fictional 
spot in which Veronica King met her longtime associate, bodyguard, and biographer, Archimedes Smith. 
Another plaque commemorated the stateroom in which Del Dellasandro wrote Hypochondriacs Get Sick 
Too. And in the main lobby an oil painting commemorated the Star Queens proudest moment: the attack 
on her by Pandik IPs warships at Pacifica, while she was carrying supplies, technicians, and spare parts to 
the rebels. 
Kim checked the monitor for her room number. A bouquet of orchids was waiting when she arrived, 
compliments of Cole Mendelson, coordinator of the evenings activities. The room was small, as one 
would expect on an interstellar. It was also luxurious, in a busy sort of way. The decor, drapes, bedcovers, 
furniture, everything seemed just short of garish. 
Ordinarily shed have headed immediately for the shower, but this time she plunked down on the bed and 
kicked off her shoes. She linked into the terminal and entered Gaerhards name with a search command 
for TECHNICIAN, JUMP ENGINES. 
The hit came right back. There was a Walt Gaerhard who fit the parameters working for Interstellar at 
Sky Harbor. 
She called their operations and got a Melissa clone. Im trying to locate Walter Gaerhard, she said. 
The Melissa clone glanced at her monitor, acquiring Kims ID. Im sorry, Dr. Brandywine, she said. 
Hes not on duty at the moment. 
Could you possibly connect me with his quarters? 
Its not our policy to do that. Is this an emergency? 
No. No, it isnt. Can you tell me when I might be able to see him? 
One moment please. She touched her keyboard, looked at the screen again, and pursed her lips. He has 
the day shift tomorrow. Would you like me to leave a message? 
No, thats fine. Thank you. Better to just show up. If anything out of the ordinary had occurred, it was 
best not to alert anyone. 
The event was being conducted in the main dining room. A raised table stood at the front for speakers and 

special guests. Bunting and flags were strewn around the walls. Flowers and ribbons were everywhere. 
Kim wore a burgundy evening gown with an orchid from Coles bouquet. The neckline was modest but 
the gown was clingy, a characteristic that, she saw immediately, would be underscored by the shaded 
lighting at the lectern. Experience had taught her that the movers and shakers at these events tended to 
think of the Institute as tiresome, living in the past, hidebound. Consequently she was careful, save with 
specialized audiences, to demolish that notion. Shed found that female charm could not hurt the cause, 
and could generally be relied on to ignite the generosity of the donors. 
Cole looked up from a conversation, saw her, waved, and came in her direction. He was redheaded, of 
indefinable age, with long fragile hands and the congenial but mildly vacuous expression that seems to be 
part of the uniform worn by public relations consultants. Kim returned the smile, knowing that Cole was 
thinking the same thing about her. 
Good to see you again, Kimberly, he said. They embraced, and she kissed his cheek and thanked him 
for the flowers. 
Theyd met on the luncheon circuit, which Cole had been traveling for the last year, making connections, 
pushing the advantages of using the Star Queens facilities for corporate conferences, reassuring all for 
whom off-world travel, even in an elevator, was unsettling. He was a good salesman, which was to say he 
could look people directly in the eye while making the most preposterous claims. But he did it cheerfully, 
with a wink, so to speak, as if to say, you and I know Im a little over the top about this, but thats okay, if 
its not quite at that level, its still pretty good and youll get your moneys worth. 
He introduced her around, and she paid close attention, making sure she got names and faces down. It 
would help tonight and possibly for years to come. Its not easy to turn your back on someone who knows 
your first name. 
I have someone special for you to meet, he said, steering her across the room. Toward Ben Tripley. He 
saw them coming and excused himself from his companions and turned toward her. Then he was 
breaking in on her, somehow fragmented, as if there were too much of him to take in at a single glance. 
His gaze swept across her bare shoulders, rose to her eyes, and signaled that he had concluded she was a 
lesser creature and nothing here could change his mind, but he wouldnt hold it against her. 
Nice to see you again, Kim, he said smoothly. 
She returned the compliment and Cole seemed pleased to observe that they knew each other. 
Old friends, smiled Tripley. Without actually physically touching her he seemed to take possession. It 
was a momentary thing, like filing a claim. I couldnt resist coming when I heard youd be speaking, he 
said. There was an additional exchange at that level and then he was gone, having seen someone he 
needed to confer with, and she found it easier to breathe. 

By the time they were ready to start, there were about four hundred people in the dining room. It was of 
course a well-off crowd, handsomely attired in satins and silks. Men wore the white or gold neckerchiefs 
and sashes popular at the time, and the women displayed formfitting gowns which in some cases left 
remarkably little to the imagination. 
The waiters brought an array of meats, greens, and fruit. A bottle of wine showed up in front of Kim, but 
she passed on it, intending to wait until after shed spoken. She was seated near the lectern, immediately 
to the right of the hotels CEO, Talika McKay. McKay was a petite brown-haired woman, with angelic 
eyes, a benign smile, an effervescent manner, and the compassion of a shark. Kim had twice seen her in 
action when publicity efforts had gone awry. 
Tripley was in the middle of the room, in earnest conversation with the other diners at his table, but his 
eyes occasionally found her. When they did there was an intensification of force, and the dining room 
tended to recede while Tripley came sharply into focus. / know your secret, he seemed to be telling her, 
you are a woman who chases phantoms. You come here and pretend to be a person of scientific 
achievement, but you are really quite attractive and very little else. 
The head table was given over to McKay and Kim, to the president of the Greenway Travel Association, 
and to Abel 
Donner, who had supervised the conversion of starship into hotel. McKay functioned as master of 
ceremonies. 
When the diners had finished, McKay stood up at the lectern, welcoming everyone to the grand opening 
of the Star Queen Hotel, giving mild emphasis to the last word. It would, she said, carry on in the grand 
tradition of the celebrated liner. She briefly outlined the capabilities of the Star Queen, recommended its 
facilities for executive training, and introduced the president and the chairman of the board, each of 
whom briefly gushed over his pleasure at being present. 
She described some of the vacation packages that would be available, pointed out that a special 
connection had always existed between the Star Queen and the Seabright Institute, and turned to Kim, 
who wondered what the special connection was. 
Our principal speaker this evening she began. 
Kim understood that politics had brought her to this event. Somebody at the Star Queen had owed 
somebody at the Institute a favor. They needed a representative, the Institute needed exposure, and voila, 
Brandywine arrives at the lectern. They understood shed make her pitch for the Institute, but she was 
also expected to say nice things about the new hotel. 
Lecterns had survived the advance of technology that rendered them obsolete because they served to 

provide a barrier behind which a speaker could hide. Kim disliked them for that reason: they blocked her 
off from her audience. Had she been able, she would have pushed it aside. 
Thank you, Dr. McKay, she said. She went through the customary greetings, told a couple of jokes on 
herself, and described the one other time in her life shed been aboard the Star Queen. I was an intern 
with the Institute and we were scheduled to take a flight out to the physics lab on Lark. It happened that 
the Queen had just docked. It was in from Caribee. Just a detail, but I never forgot it. How fars Caribee? 
Eighty-some light-years? They were letting visitors on board, and we had a little time, so we came in 
through that entrance over there. By the ferns. And into this hall. The captain and a couple of his officers 
were shaking hands with passengers, saying goodbye, and I tried to imagine how far they had come, how 
big the void was between Greenway and Caribee. 
We all know there was a time when people thought such a voyage could never happen. Not ever. The 
travel that we take for granted was once somebodys dream. 
We launched an automated probe from Earth toward Alpha Centauri nine hundred years ago. Alpha 
Centauri, as Im sure you know, is only four light-years from Sol. Four. But that probe is still en route. 
Its not quite halfway there. And we ask ourselves, why did they bother? They were all going to be dead 
by the time the probe arrived. Dead for two thousand years. Why do we do these things? 
Why did we just explode Alpha Maxim? We too will be gone for thousands of years before any results 
can possibly come in. She paused to sip from her glass of water. Ill tell you why. We launched the 
long probe to Alpha Centauri for the same reason we built the jump engines that powered the Queen: We 
dont like horizons. We dont like limits. We always want to see beyond them. We dont stop at the 
waters edge, do we? What is a beach to us but a place from which to launch ourselves at the future? 
Tripley seemed distracted. His eyes locked on a point somewhere up near the ceiling lights. 
Were here this evening to celebrate the retirement of one of the symbols of that dream. The Queen has 
been carrying people and cargo among the Nine Worlds for a century and a half. Shes earned a rest. And 
its nice to know shell get that rest in a place where future generations can touch her. Can know at least a 
little of what she was about. 
She connected the Star Queen to the research ships operated by the Institute, mentioned Max Esterlys 
contribution to jump engine technology, and ended with the assertion that the ships would continue to 
push the frontier outward. Some of us wonder why the cosmos is so large, so inconceivably huge that we 
can never even see more than a frac-tion of it. No matter how powerful the telescope, theres a universe 
of light out there that simply hasnt had time to reach us. Fifteen billion years, and it still hasnt gotten 
here. Well, maybe things are this way to reassure us, to let us know that no matter how far we go, therell 
always be a horizon to challenge. Therell always be another bend in the river. 
Tripley returned from wherever hed been, caught her watching him, and tried to adopt a look of 

congenial interest. 
A number of people came up afterward to ask about current Institute projects, always a sign that a 
presentation had gone well. They talked about Beacon, and the president of the Greenway Travel 
Association, a lovely blond in green and white, wondered whether it wasnt possible to do something 
similar in hyperspace, an all-points signal that would draw attention to itself, but which wouldnt require 
two million years to get a response. 
The problems directional, said Kim. You cant send a transmission that simply spreads out in all 
directions. Hyperspace communications have to be aimed. So, yes, if we knew where the celestials were, 
we could say hello. When the last of them had wandered off, Cole and McKay shook her hand, and 
Tripley approached. 
That was pretty good, Kim, he said when they were alone. But I know you dont really believe it. 
What dont I believe? she asked coolly. 
That we wont stop at the waters edge? That we dont like limits. His voice suggested it was a naive 
notion. 
Kim was by no means above stretching the truth in a fund-raiser. But she truly believed that curiosity and 
the pursuit of knowledge were basic to the human character. Do you? she asked. 
Do I whatr 
Accept limitations? 
Its a different matter. 
Why? 
Thats me. You were talking about the species. 
Were all wired pretty much the same, Ben. When 
youre willing to lock in the status quo and kick back on your front porch, let me know. Id like to be 
there. 
Thats a debaters trick, turning the question back on me. But its time to face the truth, Kim. Were past 
our peak. This business here, he glanced around, taking in the entire banquet room, is sad. The 
interstellars are coming home. I dont like it; its not good for business. But its the reality. Were 

retreating to the Nine Worlds and the big ships are going into mothballs. I wouldnt say this anywhere 
else, and if you repeat it Ill deny it, but the dream youre talking about was dead before you were born. 
Its just that the corpse is still warm. 
If youre right, said Kim, we have no future. But Im not ready to fold my cards yet. 
Good for you. There was a chill in his voice. But youre refusing to look at the facts. Greenway and 
the other worlds are settling in for the long haul. Nobodys really going anywhere anymore. Lifes too 
good for most people. Stay home and party. Let the machines run everything. Ill tell you what I think 
about Beacon: Somebody could answer tomorrow, and unless they threatened us, nobody would give a 
damn. 
She was drinking a strawberry miconda. It was simultaneously cold and heat-producing. Good stuff. 
You think its a straight downhill run. 
Last days of the Empire, he said. Its a good time to be alive, except at the very end. If youre a 
hedonist. As all men are. 
Are you, Ben? 
He considered the question. Not exclusively, he said at last. His gaze bored into her. No. You 
wouldnt want to mistake me for a hedonist. 
During the course of the evening, she mingled with as many of the guests as she could. She invited 
everyone to come by the Institute, assured them of private tours, and promised to introduce them to the 
team that had put Beacon together. By two A.M., when she returned to her apartment weary and more 
than a little light-headed, she was satisfied that shed done well by her employer. 
But shed spent six hours on arduous duty and wasnt quite ready to sleep. 
She got a cup of hot chocolate from the dispenser, changed into pajamas, looked through the library, and 
picked out The Queen Under Fire, an account of the liners service during the war against Pacifica. She 
read for about a half hour and then directed the room to turn out the lights. 
They dimmed and went off. A female voice asked whether she wanted anything else. 
Kim thought it over and gave her instructions. 
She lay back, stared into the darkness, and thought about what Tripley had said. End of the Empire. Truth 
was, people had probably always been saying things like that. People always believe they live in a 
crumbling world. 

The Star Queens flight deck materialized around her. 
Captain, we have company. Cyrus Kleins voice was steady. 
The situation flashed onscreen. Eight blips moving toward them, intercept course, off the port quarter. 
Kim settled into the command chair. Can you identify them, Mr. Klein? 
Just a moment, Captain. His eyes narrowed as he waited for the returns to clear. 
Assume the worst, she said. Aheadfull. Collision stations. Shields up. Wheres our escort? 
8
Truth is like nudity: It is on occasion indispensable, but it is dangerous and should not be displayed 
openly. It is truth that gives life its grandeur, but the polite fictions that make it bearable. 
RANDLE ABRAM, Letters to My Son, 241 
In the morning Kim ate breakfast with Cole, thanked him for his hospitality, checked her bag through to 
Terminal City, and caught the shuttle to Sky Harbor. 
Interstellar maintained its operations division in the lower hangars on the Plum Deck, so called because of 
the color of the walls. Kim showed up at the service desk and asked if she could speak with Walter 
Gaerhard. She gave her name and sat down to wait. A few minutes later a muscular man with skin the 
color of black ivory opened the door and looked in. Dr. Brandywine? he asked. 
Mr. Gaerhard. 
He smiled and offered his hand. You wanted to see me? 
For a few minutes. 
Im not buying anything. 
Its nothing like that. Can I take you to lunch? 
He was looking closely at her, trying to imagine why she was there. Its early, Doctor. But thank you. 
What can I do for you? 
How goods your memory? 

Its okay. He led her into a side office. Are you from Personnel? 
No. Im not connected with the company. 
He offered a chair and took one himself. So what did you want me to remember? 
I want to go back twenty-seven years. 
Thats a few. 
You did some repairs on the jump engines of a yacht owned by the Tripley Foundation. The Hunter 
His features hardened. Dont remember, he said. Twenty-seven years is a long time. 
Interstellar must keep records. Would it help to consult them? 
Not that far back. 
You dont recall working on the Hunterl At all? 
No. He stood up. How could you expect me to? Whats this about, anyway? 
Im doing research on the Tripley Foundation. The Hunter is a key part of that history. It was Kile 
Tripleys personal yacht. 
I just dont remember anything that long ago. He was leaning toward the door, anxious to be away. 
Anything else? 
Im not the police, she said. Im not suggesting any-things wrong. 
Im sorry to cut this short but I really have to get to work. And he literally bolted from the room, 
leaving her staring after him. 
The crash that had killed Kims parents was one of those anomalies that isnt supposed to be possible. 
People died in accidents: they fell off mountains and sailed into storms and got cramps while swimming, 
but the transportation systems were very nearly 100 percent safe. Very nearly. 
Afterward Kims aunt Jessica had taken her in, and among the numerous gifts she received from that fine 
woman had been an appreciation for mysteries. Although it had taken Markis Kane to introduce her to 
Veronica King. 

On the train home, she dived into The Parkington Horror, one of the earlier adventures of that eccentric 
private investigator. The detectives Moor Island home base was filled with artifacts from the early years 
of settlement. The atmosphere was gothic, the dramas played out in crumbling ruins along the ocean or in 
upland retreats whose sloping dormers and gray windows reflected the madness of their builders. 
But Kim wasnt able to put the interviews with Tripley and Gaerhard out of her mind. The CEO had 
convinced her that, if anything out of the way had happened on the last flight, he was unaware of it. And 
didnt want to know about it. 
Gaerhard, on the other hand, was hiding something. She asked herself what secret he could possibly be 
guarding? And judging from his reaction, it was a secret that would still get him in trouble, even after all 
these years. The only thing she could think of was that there had been no mechanical problem with the 
Hunter, or there had been a different problem from the one claimed. And that he had faked the reports. 
Which meant hed been bribed. If so, it suggested the Hunter had returned for reasons other than needing 
repairs. But what might those reasons have been? 
Even if Sheyel was right and there had been a contact, why all the secrecy? 
The Seahawk settled into a gentle rocking motion and salt air found its way into the cabin. Occasionally a 
train hammered past in the opposite direction. 
She opened a channel to her office. 
Hello, Kim, said Andra. Howd the Star Queen go? 
Out of this world, she said. Are you busy? 
Sure. Im always up to my ears. You know that. 
Right. When you get out from under the pile I want you to do something for me. There was an explosion 
in the Sev-erin Valley in 573. Side blew out of a mountain, lot of people killed. You ever hear of it? 
Vaguely. That meant no. 
It happened at Mount Hope. I want you to find everything you can on the event and lay it out for me: 
media coverage, police reports, whatever. One of the victims, Kile Tripley, was only a couple of days 
back from an interstellar mission on board the Hunter. Two other members of that crew, two women, 
vanished at about the same time. She gave her their names. Get whatever you can on them, what they 
did with their spare time, who their friends were, anything you can find. And Kile Tripley too. He was the 
CEO at Interstellar. And Id like to know if anybody was ever arrested or charged with anything. 

Okay. May I ask why? Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. 
Not sure myself yet, Andra. Can you get everything together this afternoon? 
If thats what you want. 
Please. And send it to my place. Ill be going directly home. And Andra? 
Yes? 
Theres an archeologist at Wheeling Bay. Her names Kane. Tora Kane. See if you can arrange for me to 
stop by there tomorrow and see her. 
Kim leaned back, the e-book resting on her lap, and closed her eyes. A shiver of excitement rose up her 
spine. 
When she got home she found a note from Matt congratulating her on what was, from all reports, an 
outstanding effort. She also had a three oclock appointment next day with Tora Kane at something 
called the Colson site, along with a code locator for the cab. 
Other than Kanes ex-wives, his only known relative, and the only person with whom hed maintained a 
close relationship, was his daughter Tora. Tora Kane had been quoted in the record to the effect that her 
father had never been the same after the Mount Hope event, that he had tried to stay on at Severin 
Village, hoping the town could rebuild. But everyone had given up. Too many bad memories. And then 
the news had arrived that the dam would have to come down. 
The ex-wives had all built other lives for themselves. They seemed to harbor no ill will toward Kane, but 
it was evident that all had made a clean break after the marriages had expired. 
She was watching visuals of the daughter when the files on Emily and Yoshi and the Mount Hope event 
arrived. 
Kim collected a dinner of cheese and fresh fruit, and carried it into the living room. She set it on the 
coffee table, went back for wine, and told Shepard to begin. 
Most of the information Andra had gathered about Emily was well known to her, of course. Where shed 
gone to school, that shed written some articles, that shed been a junior executive for Widebase 
Communications Systems before landing with the Foundation. 
But as she read the articles, looked at the pictures, glossed over comments about her by her colleagues, 
she began to realize that shed never been close to understanding the real Emily Brandywine. 

An extract from one typical essay revealed the depth of Emilys commitment: 
Somewhere, other eyes than ours watch the stars. Let there be no doubt about that. Were it not so, we 
would have to confess there is little point to our existence, other than to eat, drink, and procreate. We 
have come to life on the shore of an infinite sea. Whatever power has designed this arrangement surely 
intended that we not be alone, that we set out to map its currents and its deeps, explore its islands, and 
ultimately embrace whatever other sailors we encounter. 
Unfortunately, the islands are farther apart than we could have imagined. Many among us suggest we 
should simply give it up and stay home. Be content under our own warm suns. Hang around on the beach. 
But I would suggest to you that if we take that course, we will lose that part of us which is most worth 
preserving: the drive to push into the unknown. If we are true to ourselves, the day will surely come when 
we lift wine in the company of brothers and sisters born beneath strange suns. 
It was a little overwrought, but there was no doubting her sincerity. Emily had not been trained as a 
scientist, so she tended to draw conclusions based on emotional need rather than on evidence. The human 
race could not be alone because the universe was so big. Because we needed to have someone to compare 
notes with. 
The reality, of course, was that the appearance of life on Earth seemed to require a set of circumstances so 
unusual and so fortuitous that it might very well have been a unique event. It was quite possible that the 
human race was the only intelligent species in all those billions of light-years. In the dark of the night, 
Kim suspected that was precisely the true state of affairs. She would not have admitted it, not even to 
Solly. Shed been riding point for too many years, trying to engender enthusiasm for Beacon, which was 
the only Institute project that seemed to have the capacity to get people excited. 
Yoshi Amara had left no written work behind, save her doctoral thesis, which dealt with atmospheric 
thermodynamics. She was still in her early twenties when she joined the Tripley team. Her flight on the 
Hunter, as far as Kim could determine, was the first time shed been away from the home world. 
She ran some videos of Emily urging the Algonda Chamber of Commerce to get behind a public funding 
for elderly citizens; conducting a leadership program for managers at All-Purpose Transport; speaking to 
the class of 71 at Mellinda University, saying all the things one usually says to graduates; participating in 
a symposium on the topic Where Do We Go from Here?which was about population loss and not 
space exploration and arguing strenuously for a concerted effort to persuade people to have more 
children. 
She switched over to her Tripley file and watched Kile at the charter meeting of the Foundation, trying to 
explain why it was essential to pursue the search for celestials. It never seemed to occur to him that they 
might not exist. He struggled a bit. It was, after all, not an easy argument to nail down. Someone in the 
audience commented that we all know how humans behave and if there are celestials out there and they 
operate the way we do, maybe finding them wouldnt be such a good thing. Let them be, he said. 

By midnight shed concluded that Emilys companions on the HunterTripley, Amara, and the pilot, 
Kanewere everything they purported to be. It might be true that all but Kane edged into fanaticism, 
including Emily, but there was no doubt that, had they succeeded in their attempt to find evidence of 
other civilizations, had they actually encountered something alive beyond St. Johns, they would have 
broadcast it to the world. 
That meant Sheyel was wrong. Had to be. Yet there was a good chance the shoe from the villa had 
belonged to Yoshi. 
And Gaerhard was hiding something. Hed done what the records indicated was a routine repair job 
almost three decades ago. And when she mentioned it he knew immediately what she was talking about. 
Andra had provided several hundred accounts of the Mount Hope explosion and its aftermath. 
Kim studied pictures of the area before and immediately after the explosion. The crater was there, of 
course, a kilometer and a quarter wide, looking as if someone had dropped a nuke. Trees for vast 
distances had been scorched and blown down. The valley had been decimated. 
There were literally hundreds of pictures of the destruction, buildings wrecked, fires burning, rescue 
workers pouring in, dazed survivors wandering through the carnage. 
Investigators had estimated the yield at several kilotons. But there was no radiation. A government 
commission had finally labeled the incident due to cause or causes unknown. 
No record could be found of a vessel that had lost fuel cells, or of improper disposal of spent units. Of 
course it would not have been in a perpetrators interest to get caught, and records were not difficult to 
falsify. 
Authorities pursued independent investigations of both the disappearance of the women, and of the 
explosion. Neither ever came to anything. 
The Mighty Third Memorial Museum was dedicated to the exploits of the Third Fleet during the brief but 
bloody war with Pacifica. Theory had once held that interstellar war would never happen because of 
energy consumption limitations, the problems inherent in subduing a planetary-sized hostile population, 
the impossibility of bringing an opponents interstellar force to combat should they wish to avoid it, and 
the fact that nothing one might steal was worth the effort to carry it off. 
All this reasoning broke down because it assumed war was a rational exercise, carried on for rational 
purposes. 
Historically, few leaders have calculated a cost-benefit ratio before plunging into combat. Kings often 

provoked conflict for the sole purpose of feeding their troops at someone elses expense. Or to get tens of 
thousands of malcontents out of the country and pointed somewhere else, as happened during the 
Crusades, and again on Tigris during the Andrean Wars. 
Historians were still arguing over details of the slide sixty years before into the war between Greenway 
and Pacifica, the only one ever fought between star systems. It was a war that neither side wanted. The 
critical factor seemed to have been everyones conviction that armed conflict was impossible. Both 
governments therefore had felt free to engage in threats and posturing. 
The shooting began when a PacForce destroyer mistook a cruise ship for an intelligence-gathering 
mission and fired on it, killing 212 passengers and most of the crew. When they refused to 
apologizethe liner apparently had been off coursethe steps to war had followed swiftly one after 
another. 
The conflict eventually raged for eighteen months. There were several major battles. Embargoes were 
placed on third parties, raids against military targets spilled over and killed tens of thousands, and 
electronic warfare had constantly shut down power grids and computer systems. 
Markis Kane became one of the celebrated names during the war. He began as an escort captain and 
ended as the commanding officer of a squadron of destroyers. He was decorated half a dozen times. He 
avenged the worst atrocity of the conflict, the terror attack on Khatalan, which killed sixty thousand 
people, by destroying the battle cruiser Hammurabi, which had led the assault. His best-known exploit, 
however, was at Armagon, where his squadron disrupted an attacking line of destroyers. His own vessel, 
the escort 376, had been badly damaged and was for a time thought lost. He brought it back full of holes, 
its guidance systems gone, its weapons blown out, half its crew dead. But it had arrived in home skies 
with all flags flying. 
The exploit had entered story and song. Books had been written, and there were few children on Green 
way who had not played at being Markis Kane on the 376. 
The Third Fleet had been Greenways principal attack arm. It had won most of the victories, and absorbed 
most of the casualties. Its commander in chief had risen to the premiership on the strength of his 
performance, and its veterans still gathered in meeting places around the world. 
The Mighty Third Memorial Museum was located on a peaceful hilltop on the western edge of Seabright, 
where, according to tradition, women and men from Earth had made their first landing on Greenway. The 
site looked down on a reflecting pool and a carefully cut green lawn and a series of walkways. Landing 
pads accommodated hundreds of visitors daily. 
Kim stepped out of her cab and strolled up a gravel path that wound beneath a clutch of ancient oaks. 
Two of them were supposed to have been planted by the crew of that first lander, launched by the 
Constellation. But the descent had been six hundred years ago and the oaks couldnt be more than half 

that old. Nevertheless it was a pleasant legend and no one bothered to dispute it. 
The day was gorgeous, full of sunlight and the smell of the sea. Kids, tourists, and students were 
everywhere. She went inside, checked the guide, and walked into the east wing. An entire section was 
given over to the 376 and to Markis Kane. 
There were photos of the hero, parts of the ship itself, and a mock-up of the flight deck. The actual 
command chair was encased behind a glass wall. One of the ships laser cannons pointed down a hallway. 
Personal articles of the crew were laid out, including a jacket that had belonged to Kane. The original 
logs were there, contained on two disks that gleamed like diamonds on the arm of the command chair. 
Copies were on sale in the museum store. And there was a strip of bloody cloth that the ships engineer 
had used to tie down the fuel leads after the 376 had taken a hit. 
Kim read a copy of a letter sent to the parents of one of the crew killed on the mission. 
She entered the VR tank and went through the flight, watching everything through Kanes eyes. She 
emerged shaken, impressed by the courage and tenacity of the man. 
Kane could not possibly have been part of a hoax. Not under any circumstances she could imagine. 
Therefore, if hed told Sheyel nothing had happened, that should end the matter. And yet 
Ah, Kim. She turned and looked into the amiable features of Mikel Alaam, the museum director. Its 
good to see you again. 
Good morning, Mikel. She embraced him and offered her cheek for a kiss. Howve you been? 
Alaam wore his hair shoulder length. He had the sort of professional aloofness one usually finds in 
museum directors, fiction writers, and morticians. Quite well, thank you. What brings you to the Mighty 
Third? 
Im interested in Markis Kane. 
Ah, yes. Hes a fascinating man. He was here for the dedication. Even functioned as an advisor when we 
put the exhibition together. They had pictures from the event: Kane drinking coffee with a couple of the 
technicians, Kane wielding a boltlight, Kane laughing with somebodys kids. 
Really? When was that? 
Oh, a long time ago. I was only an intern then, but I actually got to meet him. In fact I shook his hand. 
He gazed soulfully at his palm. 
What can you tell me about him? 

Not much. He was a friend of Art Wescott, who was the director at the time. I thought he seemed 
embarrassed by all the fuss. But we were delighted to have him. That was when theyd just dedicated the 
museum. 
So it was? 
Around, what, 575. Sure, that was our first year. He looked at the flight deck mock-up. Yes, Alaam 
continued. He walked around, talked to everybody, signed autographs. Decent man. Not like some of 
these people 
The room was bright with sunlight. Like Kanes reputation. 
Kims cab moved north up the coastline through a gray sky. 
Ahead, Mount Morghani stood directly astride the shore line, overlooking Wheeling Bay. Morghani had 
provided a string of dictators with a natural fortress during the long years of their rule over the island 
empire. Esther Hox had carved from its slopes the Black Hall, a stronghold from which she directed 
military operations against the bands of rebels who tried unsuccessfully for four decades to unseat her. 
Today, Morghani and its fortifications and the harbor it guarded provided Seabright with a stunning 
backdrop. The Black Hall was a major tourist draw. And a prime archeolog-ical site. 
The structure was four hundred years old, built during the dark age that had followed hard after Greenway 
established itself formally as an independent political entity. Guns, lasers, and missile launchers were still 
in place in the sur-rounding mountains, and the control room from which Hox personally oversaw 
defenses was still visited annually by tens of thousands. 
The Black Hall had become one of the prime symbols of that age, and therefore, in an inexplicable 
manner, of the romance of the period. Kim loved the place, which was maintained by the Seabright 
Historical Union. Much of the old fortress was off-limits because it wasnt safe. But troops in the 
uniforms of those bygone years were still marshaled twice daily in the main courtyard. The imperial 
quarters were also open to visitors, as were the art gallery and the library. Hox and her successors had 
commissioned much and stolen more. Today, it was all on display. 
At the foot of Morghani, the ocean was restless. The surf pounded the rocks, gulls moved in everlasting 
circles, and along the stony beaches, children collected shells. 
The cab crossed the face of the Black Hall and sailed in over the bay. Here, piers and docks pushed into 
the water, and warehouses lined the shore. Civilization had moved south after the wars, so the structures 
were crumbling and largely unattended. Some of them were built atop ruins that dated back half a 
millennium. Vandals and thieves had been at work for centuries, but teams of archeologists were now 

trying to retrieve details of everyday life during the age of the dictators. 
The vehicle dropped low toward the water, skirted the shoreline moving west, and set down finally 
among a cluster of modular shelters beside a couple of battered flyers carrying the markings of the 
Seabright Historical Union. Kim opened the hatch and dropped down onto a surface of hard-packed clay 
and sparse grass. A damp, cold wind blew in off the sea. 
Several people were working around the edges of an excavation pit, from which theyd hauled timbers 
and broken concrete and steel beams. A couple of the males looked up, appraised her, and exchanged 
approving glances. 
A young man, probably a graduate student, had been brushing earth from a piece of electronic equipment. 
He broke off and came over. May I help you, maam? he asked. 
Im looking for Dr. Kane, said Kim. 
He punched a button on his link. Tora, he said, you have a visitor. 
A female voice responded: Be right there. Moments later a woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat and 
coveralls came out of one of the shelters and walked toward her. The grad student accepted Kims thanks 
and went back to his brush. 
Dr. Brandywine? the woman asked, holding out a hand. Im Tora Kane. The hat, Kim noticed, 
carried a Glory logo. Tora followed her gaze. The Arbuckle, she said. 
The Arbuckle was a freighter that had gone down on Glory almost five centuries earlier, making it one of 
the oldest artifacts in the system. Kim knew that the crash site was a preserve, and that only certified 
scholars were allowed to go near it. 
Tora was about Kims height, with auburn hair drawn back, full lips, full breasts pressing against the 
coveralls. She had her fathers dark, intense eyes. Looking into them, Kim could almost focus down, 
eliminate everything else, and believe she was seeing the old starship captain. I appreciate your making 
time to talk to me, she said, taking the outstretched hand. 
My pleasure. Tora glanced from Kim to the taxi. Have I won something? 
A gust of wind blew across them. I was wondering if I could ask some questions about your father, said 
Kim. 
Ah, she said, as if she should have realized. May I ask what your interest is? 
Emily Brandywine was my sister. 

Muscles worked in her throat. I should have recognized the name. And the face. 
Id like very much to find out what happened to her. 
Of course. Tora turned back toward the bay entrance and Kim could not see her expression. I wish I 
could help. But I just dont know anything. When they came back on the Hunter, my father stayed on 
board to see to the entry procedures. The other three got off, and he never saw them again. 
Are you sure? 
Yes, Im sure. 
Please dont take this the wrong way, but may I ask howl 
Because he told me. Dont you think he was upset by it all? Everything happened at the same time, the 
disaster at the village, the loss of Tripley, the missing women. The wind tried to push them toward the 
excavation. Why dont you send the cab away and come inside? she said. 
Kim did and Tora led the way back to the shelter. Its not very comfortable, she observed, but its out 
of the cold. She opened the door, and Kim stepped into a flow of warm air. 
It was musty and cramped. One room plus a washroom. Maps of the waterfront area covered the walls. 
Two tables were stacked with jars, electrical artifacts, coins, tools, candles, toys, small pieces of statuary. 
Hows it going? asked Kim. 
Not bad. We think weve uncovered Gabriellis private residence. 
Gabrielli? 
One of Hoxs advisors. If its true, we may finally be able to find out why they had Rentzler murdered. 
Well, you dont care about that. She held a heated cloth to her face, offered one to Kim, and sat down in 
a canvas chair. Kim, she said, her tone suddenly regretful, we all lost people in that business. I wont 
pretend that what happened to my father and me compares to losing your sister the way you did, but his 
life disintegrated too. 
In what way? 
A lot of people were dead. There was talk about antimatter. Everybody else whod been on the mission 
vanished. It all sounded like a conspiracy. And people like to have someone to blame. He was the only 
one left alive, at least the only one they could find. So they blamed him. 

It doesnt appear in the record. 
His friends got cold. People hed known for years backed away from him, looked the other way when 
they met on the street. Some tried to get up a lawsuit but there was no proof. Eventually he left the valley, 
but it followed him. Forgive me, but people like you would show up asking questions. No accusations, 
but the implications were always there. 
My father was a decent man, Kim. Hed never hurt anybody, and he wouldnt have been part of any of 
the things that were being talked about. 
Like stealing fuel cells. 
Yes. Like stealing fuel cells. Tora got up, poured a couple of cups of coffee, and held one out to Kim. 
Im afraid I just dont know anything that would help. 
Two people came in, got introduced, went back out. Kim said: You dont think theres any connection 
between the return of the Hunter and the Mount Hope event? 
I dont. I can understand why people want to tie them together. But they checked the Hunter. All the 
antimatter that should have been there was there. Everybody forgets that. My father did nothing wrong. 
He had everything he wanted in life. He had no reason to steal fuel cells. Or anything else. 
So what do you think happened? 
I dont have a theory. I know my father was ruined by it all. He never piloted another ship. Did you 
know that? 
Yes, she said. I did. 
With Tripley dead, the Foundation halted its flights, and nobody else would hire him. Oh, they didnt 
mention Mount Hope. Just dont need any captains right now, thank you. 
Look, Kim, I know it hurts. But if you want my advice, let go. 
You had a call from Dr. Flexner, Kim. 
She took off her jacket and dropped it over the sofa. Okay, Shep. See if you can reach him. 
It was just a few minutes ago. He was in his office. 
She picked up a glass of apple juice and slipped into her commchair. 

He seemed upset, Shepard added. 
In what way? 
Irritable. Angry. Anyway, we have a connection. 
The walls vanished and she was sitting in Matts office. He did indeed look a trifle mussed. Hi, Matt, 
she said. 
Hello, Kim. He was seated behind his desk, writing. Ive got a question for you, he said, not looking 
up but putting the pen down. 
Go ahead. 
Now his eyes rose to meet hers. What did you do to Benton Tripley? 
What do you mean? 
I got called in by Phil this morning. He apparently got a call from Tripley. Tripley is in a rage. 
Why? 
It wasnt exactly clear why. But it has to do with you. When you were making the presentation, did you 
ask him about the Mount Hope incident? 
We talked about it. 
Did you imply that his father was involved in criminal activity? 
She tried to remember the conversations. No, she said. Why would I do something like that? 
That was going to be my question. 
It didnt happen. 
Good. Because whatever benefit we got from giving him the Morton Cable Award, weve more than 
lost. 
Matt 

Did you really break into his house? 
No! 
He says you did. 
Kim felt her temper rising. Take a deep breath and dont lose control. I looked at the property in the 
Severin Valley. But its not his place anymore. That whole areas abandoned. 
Are you sure about the details? Did you check out the ownership before you went in? 
No 
Thats what I thought. The director had to apologize to him this morning. 
Apologize? Tripleys image took shape in her mind. He was smiling. What for? Whatever the 
paperwork says, the place is abandoned. 
Tripley thinks the Institutes sticking its nose into his business. Matt sighed. Kim, weve assured him 
theres a misunderstanding somewhere, and that the matter is ended. I dont know what this is all about. 
But it is ended, right? 
Matt, this is something Ive been doing on my own. 
Wo, Kim. You dont do anything on your own. Youre a representative of the Institute. For Gods sake, 
you speak for us a couple of times a week. His gaze hardened. You will back away and not go near any 
of this again. Do you understand? 
She returned his stare. Matt, I talked to one of the Interstellar technicians yesterday. About the repairs 
made on the Hunter after they came back. He lied to me. 
How do you know? 
I could see it in his face. 
Good. Thatll hold up if anybody questions you 
Listen, if theres nothing to any of this, why is Tripley so bent out of shape? Whats he hiding? 
Thats easy. A lot of people died out there. In the explosion. If it were to be shown that his father was in 
some way liable, thered be a hundred lawsuits against the estate. 

After all these years? 
Im not a lawyer. But, yeah, Id say he stands to lose quite a lot if you were to find something that makes 
his father culpable. 
Somebody apparently entered the office. The interruption was behind her, so she couldnt see who it was. 
But Matt glowered over her shoulder at the visitor. She heard the door shut, and his attention returned to 
her. Matt, I dont see how I can just walk away from this. 
He cleared his throat. Kim, I have a pretty good idea what this means to you 
Matt, you have no idea what it means to me 
All right. Im sorry. I hear what youre saying. But the problem is theres no proof anywhere to support 
an investigation. All thats going to happen if you persist is that the Institute will get burned, youll wind 
up out on the street, and nothing will have been accomplished. 
She took a minute to get control of her voice. How do we get evidence if we dont look? 
He looked pained. I dont know, Kim. But you have to realize that you represent the Institute. Round-theclock. 
Whatever you do reflects on us. He braced both elbows on his desk and set his chin atop his 
clasped hands. I understand that were not being fair to you. But you have to understand theres just too 
much at stake. 
Money. 
A lot of money. 
She let her eyes close. Anything else? 
No. Thats about it. 
Thanks, she said. And broke the connection. Her living room re-formed around her. She got up, 
retrieved the jacket, and walked out onto the deck. 
The sea looked cold and gray. 
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CRES VILLARD, West of St. Johns, 487 
The big push at the Institute was to lay out a strategy for exploiting interest in Beacon. Matt had already 
arranged interviews with the crew of the Trent. It was awkward because the hypercomm signals required 
time to make the round-trip. Journalists had, in effect, to submit their questions and come back the next 
day for the answers. So much for spontaneity, or for playing off a scientists response and letting it lead 
naturally to the next question. 
Consequently nobody really wanted to talk to the Trent crew. No one from the media had accompanied 
the mission, because travel time was excessive and it just wasnt perceived as that big a story. It was too 
far away. And nobody took celestials seriously anymore. The interest was not generated by the reason for 
the experiment, but by the fact that we had demonstrated we could trigger a nova. 
Consequently, the Institutes public information group decided to concentrate on that aspect of the story, 
and the benefits the human race might eventually derive from the capability. Unfortunately no one could 
think of any. Improvements in magnetic bottle design, maybe. We were getting better at antimatter 
containment. And maybe gravity deflec-tion systems, which allowed electronic devices to function in 
ever-more-concentrated gravity fields. 
Cray Elliott, a public relations specialist who was a junior member of the team, nodded and wrote it all 
down. Kim showed her disquiet. We are forever trying to sell science because somebody somewhere 
will get a better toothbrush, she grumbled. Whatever happened to sheer curiosity? 
You have to be practical, Cray said. He was bright, ebullient, cheerful. She really didnt want to have to 
deal with cheerful. 
Nevertheless it was all there if one wanted to look: long-range star travel was rendered more efficient, the 
cells that provided fuel to heating and lighting systems for entire cities would increase their capacity, and 
safety would be enhanced. 
But, said Kim, star travel is being cut back everywhere, weve already got more power than we can 
possibly use, and there hasnt been any kind of accident, that / know of, involving fuel cells. Ever. Other 
than Mount Hope, probably. 
It doesnt matter, Matt said. Those are just details. Nobody notices details 
Maybe he was right. It wouldnt be the first time theyd stretched things a bit. Two years before, the 
Institute had not challenged rumors that a breakthrough in antigravity was imminent, even though no such 
thing was in the works, and in fact every physicist that Kim knew of thought antigravity an impossibility. 
The story retained credence because people believed that if you could induce artificial gravity, you could 
surely nullify its effects. But it was a different matter altogether. One didnt need to bend time and space, 
but only to establish magnetic fields, to create the condition that allowed people to walk about in 

starships. 
Kim thought that the public relations division might even have started the rumor. When shed mentioned 
it to Matt, he had piously denied everything. Piety was always how you knew Matt was lying. 
Now she listened to his instructions and wondered why she didnt just walk out. The money was good, 
the Institute was a decent cause, and the truth was she got a lot of satisfaction simply from the fact that 
she was so talented at what she did. But as long as she stayed here, the career shed wanted, dreamed 
about, prepared for, would not happen. 
She recalled the defensiveness with which shed told Sheyel what she was doing. Its not the field Id 
have chosen. 
And hed been embarrassed for her. One never knows how things will turn out. 
It was always like that. She was among those who never went to reunions. 
Back in her office she found a communication from Shepard. Theres a response to your message to St. 
Johns, he said. 
Onscreen, please, Shep. 
Yes, Kim. Please note I have adjusted all dates to Greenway Central Time. 
FROM: Chief, Records Branch TO: Dr. Kimberly Brandywine 
DATE: Monday, January 15, 600 SUBJECT: HUNTER Right Plan 
Per your request, following information is provided re: EIV4471886 Hunter flight plan, filed February 
11,573. 
Depart St. Johns Feb 12, 573 0358. 
Arrive QCY4149187 April 17, 573, to begin general survey Golden Pitcher. 
Projected departure from Golden Pitcher was to have been reported when known, but was expected at 
approximately June 1, 574. 
J. B. Stanley 
Records Chief 

The entire mission was to have lasted fifteen months. Kim pressed Sollys key. 
Hi, Kim. His image brightened the screen. Howd the meeting go? 
As usual. Got a question for you. 
Go ahead. 
I should have asked this before: When the Hunter left St. Johns, would they have inspected the jump 
engines? 
You mean the station? 
Yes. 
Only if asked. The engines should have been looked at by the Foundations own people before leaving 
Sky Harbor. If youre asking me whether a breakdown is likely early in a voyage that was going way out 
into the deeps, Id think not. But it happened. And to be honest, jump engines take a beating. It doesnt 
take much of an oversight to cause a problem. 
What happens if the engines die while theyre in hyper-space? 
Bye-bye, baby, he said. Unless they can make repairs. 
What about communications? 
They wont have any. The ship has to make the jump back into realspace first before they can talk to 
anybody. 
That doesnt show a great deal of foresight. 
He shrugged. Realities of basic physics, m dear. 
Has it ever happened? 
Dont know. Weve lost a ship from time to time. He watched for a reaction, but she didnt provide 
one. Why? What have you got? 
Not a thing, she said. 
She put the projected route on her screen, drawing a line between St. Johns and the 187 target star. 

Somewhere along that line, the engines had shut down and theyd come out of hyperspace, made 
temporary repairs, and returned to Green-way. So theyd gotten nowhere close to the Golden Pitcher. In 
fact, since it was approximately a forty-day flight back to Sky Harbor from the closest points along that 
line, they couldnt have been much more than a week out of St. Johns when the problem developed. 
A week. 
That was still a long distance. A starship would cover about 270 light-years in a week. 
She marked off the line at that point. Somewhere between the mark and St. Johns, the engines had 
brought them out of hyper. 
So what? said Solly, who seemed to be reading her mind. I mean, weve known all along they broke 
down. What difference does it make where it happened? 
Lets go back to square one, she said. 
Whats square one? 
We struck gold. Sheyels convinced there was a contact of some kind. Lets assume hes right. That 
the Hunter saw something out there. So the question becomes, where were they when it happened? 
You tell me: Where were they? 
Near a star. 
How do we know that? asked Solly. 
Has to be. If contact was made either with a ground entity or with an orbiter of some kind, we have ipso 
facto a star system. If it was made with a vessel, youd have to ask yourself whether the vessel was in a 
star system or whether it was out in the void. If it was in the void, what could it have been doing out 
there? 
Repairing its engines? suggested Solly, seeing the point. 
Right. What are the odds against two ships suffering breakdowns and showing up at the same empty 
place? No, whatever happened, it had to be close to a star. 
She looked at the Hunters course. I count seven stars within a reasonable range along their course line. 
If they ran into something, it would have been in the neighborhood of one of those seven. 

Solly shook his head. Okay, he said. Suppose youre right. Suppose there was an encounter of some 
kind. It was twenty-seven years ago. You think the celestials are still going to be hanging around out 
there? 
It doesnt have to have been another ship she said. They may have discovered a living world. 
He sat down on the edge of his desk and considered the possibility. Yeah, he said. That could be. 
There are only seven stars, she said again. Seven. 
I hope youre not telling me youre going to ask for a mission. 
No. 
Good, he said. 
Matt would think Id gone over the edge. 
Thats right. And Im not sure hed be far wrong. Look, Kim, this is all guesswork, and you dont have 
anything more persuasive than a shoe and a crew member who calls home with a cryptic message that 
may not mean anything at all. That may have been misunderstood for that matter. By the way, did it occur 
to you that Yoshi might have been talking about the Golden Pitcher? 
They didnt get to the Golden Pitcher. They didnt get anywhere close. 
Okay. He shrugged. I mean, if they found, say, a tree out there, or a city, why not say that? Whats the 
big secret? 
She had no answer. 
He looked at the time. Got to go. I have some reports due. 
She could see he felt relieved. Hed expected her to go in and make a fool of herself trying to persuade 
Matt that the Institute should send out a survey team. Solly, she said, when a ships logs get sent to the 
Archives, does anyone actually review them? 
Under normal circumstances I cant imagine why they would. But if youre asking whether anyone has 
seen the Hunters logs from the Golden Pitcher flight, Id say almost certainly. 
Because of the disappearances. 

Right. The police would have looked for any indication that something unusual had happened on the 
mission. The fact that there doesnt seem to have been a follow-up, that no one searched Tripleys place, 
seems to indicate they didnt find anything. 
They might have been bought off. 
Its possible. A long silence drew out between them. Kim, he said, Marts right. Why dont you give 
this a rest? 
Shed have liked to. Kim had no appetite for challenging her boss, for taking on Tripley, for encouraging 
Solly to think she had become obsessed. But Emily was lost out there somewhere, and somehow it all 
seemed to be connected. I cant just walk away from it, she said. I want to know what happened. And I 
dont care who gets offended, or who gets sued. 
Solly looked at her for a long minute, and nodded. Let me know if theres anything I can do, he said. 
There is. How can we get a look at those logs? 
He took a deep breath. Wed have to bribe somebody, he said. 
Bribe? Isnt there a way to do it without breaking the law? 
None that I know of. So I think where we are is this: You need to decide whether youre as serious as 
you say. If so He shrugged. 
Kim had never knowingly violated the law. We cant do that, she said. 
I didnt think so. Solly looked out of the screen at her, trying to suggest everything would be all right. 
Gotta go, he said. 
The screen blanked. She sat staring at it, pushed back in her chair, activated it again and brought up the 
Autumn. Emily with those wistful eyes looked back at her. 
Where are you ? 
She thought about the terrible days after her disappearance while they waited for news. Her parents had 
tried to protect her, to reassure her that Emily was coming home, that shed taken a trip somewhere and 
theyd be hearing from her at any time. But Kim had seen the hollowness in their eyes, detected the 
strained voices. Shed known. 
They must have assumed from the beginning that she would not be found alive. Murders were extremely 

rare in Equatoria, seldom exceeding more than a half dozen annu-ally, in a population of six million. 
Homicides were usually domestic, but there was still the occasional maniac. The St. Luke killer, so 
named because of his penchant for leaving biblical verses pinned to the bodies of victims, had rampaged 
through the northwest during a two-year spree in which hed murdered seven people. He had been the 
worst of modern times. 
What must have surprised her folks was that the mystery was never solved. No body was ever found. 
Set against that, what was a little bribery? 
She punched in Sollys code and he appeared onscreen, not looking as surprised as shed expected. 
Can we arrange it? she asked. 
He looked at her disapprovingly. Is my lovely associate running amok? 
Yes, she said. If thats what it takes. Can we do it? 
I know somebody, he said. 
How much will it cost? 
I dont know. Probably a couple of hundred. Let me make some calls, and Ill get back to you. 
Kim was scheduled to have lunch with a representative of the Theosophical Society, a Brother Kendrick. 
This time, her objective was not to solicit contributions, but to reassure the Society that there would be no 
long-term deleterious effects from Beacon, thereby persuading them, she hoped, to remove their 
outspoken opposition to the Institute. 
They ate at Kashmirs, which specialized in cuisine from the Sebastian Island chain. Brother Kendrick 
expressed the Societys concern that the series of novas would make an area of approximately eight 
million cubic light-years permanently uninhabitable. 
Kim pointed out there were no human habitations anywhere close to what the technicians called the target 
box. 
What about nonhuman habitations? he asked. 
The question stopped her cold. 
Brother Kendrick, like almost everyone else on Green-way, was of indeterminate age. But he was 

inclined to lee-ture rather than talk. His attitude embodied a barely concealed condescension, his eyes 
never left her, and it was clear he was speaking through a controlled anger. He wore a neatly trimmed 
black beard and his hair was cut long. The Theosophists were not among those who adhered to trends. 
There are none in the region, she said. We did an extensive survey to assure ourselves 
How many star systems are in the affected area? 
Several hundred, she said. 
Several hundred. He made the number sound as if it bordered on sacrilege. And we examined the 
worlds in all these systems? 
Not in all, she admitted. Most of the systems have multiple stars and cant maintain planetary bodies 
in stable orbits. Others dont have worlds in the biozone 
Dr. Brandy wine. He drew himself up until he seemed all beard, eyes, and backbone. The truth is we 
still dont know very much about the origin of life, so it would seem to me somewhat presumptuous to 
pretend we can state with any degree of certainty what the required conditions are. The only thing we can 
be sure of is that several hundred systems will receive an extensive radiation bath over the next century or 
so. We might destroy the very thing we say were looking for. 
The waiter appeared. Kim settled for a salad. She had little appetite for these confrontations. Her 
companion ordered a dish of steamed rice and cabana eel. 
Brother Kendrick, she said, we were aware of the danger from the beginning, and we worked 
extensively over fourteen years to assure ourselves that nothing would be harmed. 
His voice softened. I know you would like to do the right thing, Dr. Brandywine. But it seems to us that 
were far too cavalier with these efforts. The waiter brought calder wine and Kim offered, as a toast, the 
Theosophical Society. Brother Kendrick hesitated. Under these circumstances, I think that might be 
inappropriate. Let us drink instead to your health, Dr. Brandywine. 
The wine tasted flat. I can assure you we did everything within reason, she insisted. 
Except stop the event. Kendrick wore a white shirt with a gray ribbon tie and a gray jacket. His eyes 
were of the same hue, and there was in fact a general grayness about the man that suggested hed given 
up on human nature and was now beyond being shocked. Kim felt the full weight of his moral judgment. 
When they tested the first hydrogen bomb, he said, there was some concern that the explosion would 
set off a chain reaction. Blow up the entire planet. Scientists felt the chance of such an occurrence was 
slight, so they took it. Risked everything we ever were, everything we might ever become. He examined 
his drink, and then downed it in a swallow. Dr. Brandywine, he said, how is that action different from 

what the Institute has done? 
Theres no one in the area, she said again. No one we could possibly harm. 
Bars of sunlight fell across his stern features. Let us hope you are right. 
She was glad to get back to her office. When Matt asked her how the luncheon had gone, she complained 
that Brother Kendrick had been immovable. No amount of argument about the conditions that had to exist 
before organic molecules could appear had any effect on him. He said that anything short of a physical 
search, everywhere, was inadequate. 
Im sorry, said Matt. But we had to make the effort. 
You can have him next time. 
I had him last time. He tapped his desktop. I thought maybe hed be receptive to feminine charm. 
You owe me, said Kim. 
He nodded. Ill treat for lunch tomorrow. By the way, Solly was trying to get hold of you. 
Solly was in a seminar at the moment, and she had to wait till the end of the afternoon to speak with him. 
His image appeared in her office as she was getting ready to go home. No luck, he said. 
With the Archives? I thought you knew somebody. 
Theyve got a big integrity push now. Apparently caught one of their people diverting the Archivess 
funds into her own account. He shrugged. Im sorry. 
She had dinner that evening on Calico Island with a young man shed met through the Sea Knights. He 
was of the class of persons who neither pursued a career nor dedicated themselves to a life of unbridled 
leisure. A substantial number of people were taking that middle route now, staying away from anything 
that put routine demands on their time, and instead indulging in a range of academic or other interests. 
They spent their lives engaged in drama, or chess, or wallball. They toured the worlds beaches, if their 
resources permitted. Life was short, her date argued, although it was now longer than it had ever been. He 
had dedicated himself to locating the Marmora, a maglev brig lost somewhere in the middle northern 
latitudes on the far side of the world. 
Find the Marmora, he said, and my life will have counted for something. 
He sounded like Kile Tripley. 

Like Emily, now that she thought of it. 
Maybe like herself. 
10 
Men are so slow-witted and give themselves so easily to the desires of the moment that he who will 
deceive will always find a willing victim. 
NiccoLd MACHIAVELH, The Prince, II, 1513 C.E. 
Kiles widowed mother, Sara Tripley Baines, lived in Eagle Point now, had lived there at the time of the 
event. A search turned up several hits and a couple of recent pictures: She liked to dress formally, and 
was quite striking even by the heightened standards of the age. Her bearing demonstrated that she was 
fully aware of her charms. 
Sara was the president of an architectural club which annually awarded a prize for best executed design 
for a public building. She was on the board of directors of Tupla University, and she remained an active 
participant in competitive gymnastics. Kim watched a VR of her appearance at a benefit dinner where she 
tried to persuade the attendees to back a building project. Her delivery was a trifle stodgy, Kim thought, 
but dreadfully sincere. 
Kim consulted the directory for her number, picked up one of the Institutes virtual projectors, and went 
to a public booth to ensure she could not be connected to the call. She selected a model from the 
projectors inventory, a tall, redheaded, aristocratic woman, and then punched in Saras number, audio 
only, which was, of course, correct practice when calling a stranger. 
The house AI answered. 
Hello, said Kim. This is Kay Braddock calling. Id like to speak with Sara Baines, please? 
May I ask what your business is with Mrs. Baines? 
Kim hesitated. Im working on a book about the Severin Valley, she said. I understand she was an 
eyewitness to the Mount Hope event, and I wondered whether she would be willing to spare a few 
minutes to provide some details. 
The AI asked her to wait, and Kim squirmed. First bribery, now this. What was going to be next? 
Burglary? 
She recognized Saras voice. Kay Braddock? she said, with perfect diction. I dont believe Ive heard 

of you. 
Im probably not well known, said Kim. Mrs. Baines, I appreciate your talking to me. 
Kims visual signal lit up. An image of the aristocratic redhead had just appeared in front of Sara. Why 
did you choose me? Sara asked. 
I watched you speak to the Tupla alumni last year about the expansion project. You seemed to be very 
observant, and very concerned about the welfare and history of the community. 
Thank you, she said. Thats kind of you. Sara blinked into view. She was seated in a gray Polynex 
chair, with a black cat coiled in her lap. She was tall, clear-eyed, no-nonsense, accustomed to being in 
charge, but pleased at the possibility of appearing in a book. What kind of book are you writing? Its 
hard to see what anyone could add to the material thats already been assembled about Mount Hope. 
A womans perspective. Im interested in the long-term effects of the disaster on the families of the 
victims. 
Oh, she said. And there was a catch in her voice, which did nothing to assuage Kims rising sense of 
guilt. I can tell you about that. She cautioned Kim that she had not actually been an eyewitness, that 
shed flown down immediately after the event, arriving while the fires were still burning. She described 
those first hours in general terms, the agony shed witnessed, the bodies, the hysteria, the sheer emptyeyed 
shock. She avoided describing her own emotions while facing the increasing probability that her son 
had been lost. 
Yes, she said, I knew Kile was back. He called me from the house. In the past, hed usually spent a 
few days in Terminal City after completing a flight. Hed get together with people from the Foundation to 
review the mission. And probably to celebrate a little bit. Thats how he was. He liked people, and he had 
a lot of friends. Pity he didnt do it this time; he wouldnt have been there when the mountain blew up. 
You went first to your sons home? Kim asked. 
Of course. 
Had it been damaged? 
There was some water damage. They were wetting everything down. But other than that, no. The villa 
came through intact. 
But it was empty? 
Oh yes. Her voice dropped to a whisper. He was gone. Poor Kile. They never did find him. Her eyes 

clouded. His flyer was gone too. He must have been in the air, somewhere near the explosion. He used 
to do that, fly up into the mountains to relax. 
Im sorry, Mrs. Baines. Kim watched her check her blouse, looking for something to adjust. The blouse 
was green, embroidered with a white design suggesting musical notes. Quite pretty, really. 
Its all right. Its been a long time. She dabbed her eyes. 
For the first time in her adult life, Kim saw that she was being cruel. But she pressed ahead. I wonder if 
youd care to tell me what you were thinking, and feeling, when you first went into the villa. 
Im sure you can guess, Ms. Braddock. 
You were frightened. 
Of course. 
Did you find anything that suggested where he might have gone? 
No. 
Anything unusual at all? 
Sara shot her a suspicious glance. No, she said. Considering what was happening outside, the villa was 
quite normal. Save that my son was missing. 
This was how long after the explosion? 
Two hours, I guess. No more than that. Emergency teams were still arriving. She paused, shook her 
head. These things happen, she said. He was a good son. He had a lot to offer. 
Mrs. Baines, did you notice whether hed left any notes or records about the mission? Anything that 
would help She stumbled, unsure how to proceed. 
Saras face hardened. Ive heard all the rumors, Ms. Braddock. I can assure you if anything out of the 
ordinary had happened out there, Id have been first to know. There was nothing connected with the flight 
in the house. At least nothing that /saw. No records. No visuals. Nothing 
I see. 
Im glad you do. She had recognized Kims ulterior purpose, but she hadnt really taken offense. 

When it was over I tried to sell the villa. But I was asking for too much in the beginning, and the chance 
to get rid of it passed. After a while I couldnt give it away. Eventually I donated it to a religious group. I 
understand they still hold the title. Waiting for the valley to come back, I suppose. 
You must have salvaged his belongings. 
His books. A few other things. I gave some of the furniture away. But I left most of it. She grew 
pensive. There was a sculpture of a couple of hawks that I knew Mara would like 
Mara? 
Bentons mother. And I kept a lamp. Id given it to Kile for his birthday. And a set of bookends and a 
model starship for Ben. 
The Valiant, Kim said. 
Yes. How did you know? 
Kim smiled as a wild thought struck her. Why would anybody manufacture a model of a starship and 
forget to inelude 
the propulsion tubes ? Was it possible that Tripley had taken a set of visuals of a strange 
spacecraft? Had used the visuals to build a scaled-down replica? It would be a delicious irony if Tripley 
was sitting there with the big secret propped up on his bookshelf, staring him in the face. I have a 
passing acquaintance with Ben, she said sympathetically. I know the model meant a lot to him. 
Yes. Saras eyes were wet. Thats really all there was. Not much left out of a lifetime. 
Kim wanted to ask flat out whether shed seen any evidence that Yoshi had been there, any indication of 
a woman staying at the villa. But she could think of no way to do it without alienating her. Sara would not 
have admitted to any such thing anyhow. Thank you, Mrs. Baines, she said at last. 
Whats the title going to be? Sara asked. 
Of what? 
Of your book? 
Oh. She thought it over. Aftermath. 
You will be sure to send me a copy, wont you? 

Yes, said Kim. Ill be pleased to do that. 
The National Archives was located at Kaydon Center in Salonika, the capital of the Republic, in the lake 
country 120 kilometers west of Seabright. Salonika was a trophy city, a showplace of skywalks and 
fountains and marble monuments commemorating the history of Greenway. Here was George Patkin 
proclaiming the birth of the Republic. And there was Millicent Hodge turning the first batch of salmon 
loose into what would later be known as Lake Makor. And in Liberty Green, the onetime astronomer 
Shepard Pap-padopoulo, for whom Kims household intelligence was named, launches a missile against 
Henry Hox, the dictators son, at the battle of the Twin Rivers. 
The Archives was a long, two-story utilitarian structure, fronted by a mall and a reflecting pool. The pool 
was surrounded by spruce trees. Walkways curved through the manicured grounds, and broad marble 
steps led up to the main entrance, which was guarded by a statue of Erik Kaydon, the first premier. 
Kim sighed and looked once again at the picture of her target. Manville Plymouth, Assistant 
Commissioner for Transportation Records. Since Plymouth knew Solly, it was up to her to do the dirty 
work. 
She was wearing a silver wig and contact lenses to change her eye color. 
At the end of the day, he always comes out through Freedom Hall, Solly had told her. Solly had looked 
uncomfortable during the preparations, had used the term obsessed several times. Had urged her to think 
about what she was doing. Had suggested she think of their careers, both of which were being put at risk. 
Had even threatened to walk away from it all. That would have left her without much chance of success, 
and he knew that. In the end, when he was convinced that shed try no matter what, hed stuck with her. 
Freedom Hall was actually the structures central rotunda. Here were the great documents of the 
Republic: the Instrument of Individual Rights, which denied the absolute power of Gregory Hox, the 
fourth and last in the line of dictators; the Articles of Governance, which established the mechanisms of 
government and defined the rights and duties of citizens; Joseph Albrights Statement at Canbury, which, 
in the darkest days of the revolution, gave new fire to the rebels. 
There were numerous other journals, letters, diaries, and artifacts from the 327 year history of the 
Republic: Stanfield welcoming Brodeur when Earth lifted its century-long embargo; Amahls handwritten 
notes detailing the sacrifices of the doctors at Dubois; the captains logs from the Regal, the Republics 
first interstellar vessel. 
Kim casually circled the gallery, pretending to study the objects in the illuminated cases. 
The Hall, Solly had said, was the only place in the building where they have serious security. 
Surveillance here was round-the-clock. But the routine nongovernment records were kept in the east 
wing. Theyd never had any kind of problem, so they didnt worry much about thieves. But you have to 

get into it. And to do that, a scanner has to identify your DNA and then approve admission. 
That was where Manville Plymouth came in. 
She waited only a few minutes before the man himself appeared from the east wing and entered the Hall. 
He closed the door behind him and walked briskly across the rotunda, glancing neither right nor left. She 
checked her picture again to be sure, and fell in behind him, following him out onto Republic Avenue. 
Plymouth was a fitness nut. He went every day, seven days a week, to an athletic center called the 
Blockhouse. 
She followed him through the fading sunlight. The area was filled with public buildings, city hall, the 
courthouse, the licensing commission, the board of trade, the national legislature, the National Art 
Gallery. Plymouth moved swiftly, and his long legs gobbled up the ground. Kim had to hurry to keep up. 
Once she glimpsed Solly standing unobtrusively beside a tree. 
But Plymouth wasnt heading in the right direction. He was walking north, away from the Blockhouse, up 
one avenue, across a park, past a fountain. Eventually he turned into a clothing store. Moments later he 
came out with a plastic bag, and stopped again to buy something at an electronics outlet. 
Plymouths muscles rippled while he walked. He was big, in a world full of big people, with an 
extraordinarily narrow waist and wide shoulders. Once he glanced back, and she pretended to be gazing 
into the treetops. Then he was moving again, this time walking south, past the Klack-ner Museum, where 
he turned onto a long pathway that led directly through a patch of wood to the Blockhouse. Reassured, 
she now dropped back and stayed discreetly out of sight. 
Despite its name, the structure was flared and curved, three stories high in front, lower in back, with a lot 
of dark glass. A dozen wide steps led up to a portico. Plymouth took them two at a time and disappeared 
inside. 
She strolled casually in behind him. He was gone, into the mens locker room. But she was reasonably 
sure she knew his ultimate destination. 
There were probably twenty people in the womens area, changing clothes and showering. Kim claimed a 
locker, picked up a towel, switched into a gym suit, and, following Sollys instructions, went into the 
Total Workout section. There were a dozen people of both sexes using the machines. Plymouth was not 
one of them. 
She did a few knee-bends to loosen up while she waited. Presently he emerged in shorts and a pullover, 
with a towel draped around his neck. He glanced at her and she smiled, inviting his approach. 
Hello, he said. I dont think Ive seen you here before. 

First time. Thought Id try it. 
Its a good spot. He offered his hand. Names Mike. She knew he didnt like Manville, and never 
used it. 
Hello, Mike, she said, taking the hand. Kay Brad-dock. 
You new to the area, Kay? They picked a couple of the duroflexes and climbed onto the tables. 
Just moved in. From Terminal City. 
Youll like Salonika, he said. Its a good cultural city. Theres lots to do here. Its a little less 
commercial He hesitated, suddenly worried that he might be giving offense, but hed gone too far to 
back off. Less commercial than most other places. 
She understood hed intended to say than Terminal City. Not too quick on his feet, this guy. Just as well. 
She reassured him, set the timer for twenty minutes, and climbed on board. If he was still in the duroflex 
when the time expired, shed simply extend it. 
The machine adjusted to her dimensions. Coils settled around her wrists and ankles. Pads pressed against 
thighs and buttocks. 
Do you do this regularly? he called over to her. It was difficult to carry a conversation while the 
machine was in operation, but he wasnt going to be discouraged. 
The duroflex began to move, gently at first, tugging at arms and legs, rolling her shoulders, squeezing her 
knees, massaging her buttocks. 
Yes, she said. I like to work out. 
Kim listened to occasional remarks about theaters and museums, how hed come to Salonika at the end of 
the war, had found a home, and wouldnt live anywhere else, and how good the weather was. Eventually 
he got around to inviting her out to dinner. Theres a great place on the lakefront 
He was likable enough for her to overcome her prejudice against bureaucrats, notwithstanding the fact 
that she was one herself. And he did have a modicum of charm. 
Sure, she said. Id like that. Yes. Dinner would not be a major sacrifice. That satisfied him and he 
quieted, surrendering himself to the machine. 
So did Kim. 

The duroflex gradually picked up the tempo. It stretched whole groups of muscles and ran a series of situps 
at a reasonably fast pace. It chimed to warn her of a change in routine and then she was touching her 
toes. 
She just rode with it for the most part, eyes closed, relaxed, feeling the glow that comes with moderate 
exercise. Kim was not an enthusiast of the machines; she preferred to get her exercise the old-fashioned 
way, but this system did indeed have its advantages. It was almost possible to sleep while you did pushups. 
It went on until she began to ache. Sensing her discomfort, it slowed somewhat, but not enough. Then she 
was aware that Plymouths machine had stopped. He was climbing down, covered with sweat, wiping his 
head and neck with his towel. Meet you in the lobby? he asked. 
The device was putting her through a series of knee-bends. It wasnt conducive to maintaining her 
dignity, or even at this point to getting out an intelligible answer. So they both laughed, and he glanced at 
her timer, which still showed six minutes. She nodded. Shed be there as soon as the system shut down 
and shed changed. 
Thats good. He tossed the towel in a bin, offered her a broad smile, and strode out of the room. As 
soon as he was gone, she hit the STOP button. The duroflex coasted to a halt and released her. 
She would have preferred to lie quietly in the mechanism and wait for her back and shoulders to stop 
hurting. But there was no time for that. She climbed down and limped over to the bin, trying to look 
casual. The room had emptied somewhat and none of the three or four people rocking back and forth in 
the devices seemed to be paying any attention to her. She held her towel over the bin, retrieved 
Plymouths, and dropped hers. 
Ten minutes later, she handed a container to Solly in the lobby and then turned back to wait for her date. 
By evenings end she felt uncomfortable about taking advantage of Mike Plymouth. 
The restaurant he selected was a quaint little bistro called The Wicket. It had a lovely view of a lake and 
hills. It was all candlelight and soft music and logs on the fire. The food was good, the wine flowed 
freely, and Mike exhibited a wistfulness that first surprised her and then captured her imagination. 
Born on Pacifica, hed been in the war. 
Their side she said. 
Of course. There was an intersection here: Hed been on board the Hammurabi when Kanes small 
squadron blitzed it. He was cast adrift in an escape capsule, and had been rescued after eleven days by a 

Greenie patrol boat. I never went home, he explained. 
Why? 
Im not sure. I made friends. Liked where I was. Everyone accepted me. The experience in the capsule, 
he added, had changed him. 
In what way? asked Kim. 
I think I got a better idea of what I wanted out of my life. What counts. 
What does count? 
Friends. With a grin: Beautiful women. And good wine. His eyes drifted to the candles burning 
overhead in a wall rack. The smell of hot wax. 
This was a guy she could really learn to like. 
My God, she told herself, hes a bureaucrat. Worse, he works for the government. Hes an exercise nut. 
Probably has this basic routine he uses on everybody. 
He reached across the table and shyly touched her hand. She caught her breath, felt her pulse begin to 
pick up, imagined herself swept away by him, carried off to an island somewhere. She pictured them 
walking on a moonlit beach. 
Right. Hed really be interested in a woman whos playing him for a fool. 
She briefly considered abandoning the project. But she couldnt. No way she could do that. It was too late 
anyhow. Shed already lied about her name. 
Nevertheless she wondered what Solly would say if she didnt show up tonight at their hotel. 
They left The Wicket and strolled for an hour along the lakes edge. The conversation became intimate in 
the sense that she saw longing in his eyes, and heard the subtext to his comments about his job at the 
Archives or the three mixed-breed dogs he owned. I enjoy sailing, he said. Ive a boat on Lake 
Winslett. 
Ever dive? she asked. 
No. But Id like to try it. You? 

She nodded. You seem out of place in a government job. She realized immediately it was the wrong 
thing to say and wished she could call it back. 
But he shrugged and smiled as if he was used to it. He explained he wasnt in it just to supplement his 
income. He had a taste for statistics and for order. He liked being responsible for dividing historyof 
which, he said, there was nothing more chaoticinto journals and diaries, into investigative reports and 
records of transaction, and then storing the documents in coherent form. Cataloging events gives me a 
sense of control. And I know how that sounds. 
Under other circumstances it would have struck her as a hopelessly mind-numbing career. But there was a 
lilt in his voice when he talked about it. And he seemed to understand exactly what she was thinking, that 
it was the work of a dull intellect. So he shrugged and laughed in a self-deprecating way that left her 
almost helpless. Born to be a librarian, he said. 
Holding up her end of the conversation was no mean feat. Having manufactured a false name, she was 
forced to construct a series of lies. She was a teacher, she explained. Of mathematics. Shed secured a 
position at Danforth University and would start in about two weeks. At first she had a hard time recalling 
that her name was Kay. A general sense of confusion seemed to have set in. 
Toward the end of the evening she was having trouble remembering what shed said, what branch of 
math she specialized in, the name of the school in which shed worked in Terminal City, the exact date 
shed arrived in Salonika. Had that question even come up? She was sure it had. 
Where was she from originally? 
Eagle Point. 
My brother lives there, Kay. What part of Eagle Point? 
What part did she know? She had to make up a name. The Calumet, she told him, hoping he wasnt 
familiar with the town either. 
Oh yes. His reaction implied he knew the place well. Was he playing with her? Or was he being less 
than honest? 
She began to realize that this was an evening she would always remember. And she visualized herself 
years from now recalling Mike Plymouth and wondering with a pang what had become of him. 
I should be getting home, she said finally. 
It is getting late, he agreed. 

He insisted on escorting her, so she named a hotel, not the one she and Solly were actually using, and the 
cab took them there. As it drifted down through the cloudswept sky toward a landing pad, they fell silent. 
Will I see you again? he asked, as though hed detected something, knew there would not be a second 
evening. 
You can reach me here at the hotel, Mike. There was another quiet stretch after that. The lights rose up 
around them, and she understood that they were both embarrassed, but only she knew why. The cab 
touched down, and she climbed out into a brisk wind. He joined her, and they stood holding hands, 
gazing at each other. Mike, she said, I had a lovely evening. 
Is something wrong? he asked. 
No. Im just worn out, I think. Been a long day. 
He kissed her lightly. Her body stiffened and he smiled sadly at her, sensing the distance. Im glad I met 
you, Kay, he said. 
He squeezed her hand, looked in the direction of the elevator and back toward his cab. Id like very 
much to do something like this tomorrow. 
Yes, she said. That would be nice. But she didnt want him calling during the day. Maybe find out 
she didnt live here after all. Pick me up at nine? she said. 
Count on it. 
Good. And maybe you should let me have your number. Just in case. 
Youre a lovely woman, Kay, he said. Then he was standing by the cab while she followed the ramp to 
the elevator bank. She got in and punched the button for the lobby. He waved, she waved back, and the 
doors closed. 
Youre an idiot, Kay. 
Howd it go? asked Solly. 
She shrugged. Okay. 
He didnt show any sign of catching on, did he? 
No. He has no idea. 

Good. I got the package off to Alan. Hes not happy. 
Alan was Sollys buddy at the Institute lab. Well, he knows were doing something illegal and if we get 
caught hes going to be in the soup too. 
He knows we wouldnt blow the whistle on him. 
Wouldnt matter, she said. It wouldnt take a genius to figure out who was helping us. She really 
didnt like the way this was turning out. 
Im done for the day, said Solly. We should get everything back tomorrow, and we can go in 
tomorrow night. 
Solly, she said, Im beginning to wonder if its worth it. 
He let her see that he wasnt surprised. You know how / feel. Say the word and its over. I dont think 
theres anything to be gained by all this. I dont believe youre going to learn anything you didnt know 
before. Ill concede that Yoshi might have been at Tripleys place, but theres a relatively innocent 
explanation for that too. I mean it should be no surprise that he might take her home for a few days if 
shes willing. 
She was supposed to be going to the hotel with Emily. 
He shrugged. Theres never been any proof they both got into the taxi. They used Emilys ID. So Yoshi 
went with Tripley to his place for a couple of days. And got caught in the explosion. And shes still up 
there somewhere. Since they didnt know she was there, they didnt look that hard for her. 
But theyd have found her body in the general search. 
If you want to quit, he said, this would be a good time. 
And an odd thing happened: She realized that Solly wanted her to give it up. But hed be disappointed if 
she did. 
She realized something else too: She couldnt back away. That would mean spending the rest of her life 
wondering about the truth. 
11 
In every honest man there lives a thief but give him sufficient spur. 

DELIA. TOMA.S, Caribee Annals, 449 
The package arrived at midafternoon. They checked the contents, a single filmy glove which was 
carefully packed in a translucent case. Kim put the case, with the glove still in it, in the pocket of her 
jacket. 
They spent the day sightseeing, although Kim was too nervous to enjoy it. She picked at her meals and, as 
the sun began to fade, they took one of the moving skyways into Kaydon Center. The temperature was 
dropping and the wind had risen. 
The Archives looked bleak in the hard dusk. The last visitors were filing out, their coats pulled tight 
around them. The pebbled walkways and the landing ramps had been swept clear of snow. A cab was 
lifting off as they approached from the direction of the reflecting pool. A thin layer of ice had formed on 
the surface. Solly was uncharacteristically subdued as they walked. 
Youre sure theres no visual surveillance? she asked, for the third or fourth time. 
Im sure, he said. Only in Freedom Hall, or if the system doesnt like your DNA. 
She considered what getting caught would do to her career. Indeed, shed thought of little else for the past 
day. 
And shed have felt better if they had a flyer available, in case they needed to leave in a hurry. But 
parking a flyer on the pad might draw attention. If things went wrong, Solly had insisted, it wouldnt 
matter anyhow. The authorities would know who they were before they could get out of the building. 
You still sure you want to do this? he asked yet again. 
What do you think theyll do to us if we get caught? 
Work farm for several months. Probably a couple of days in the cube. The cube was a transparent cell 
located in a public place, so that everyone who knew a convicted criminal could observe the sad state to 
which he or she had fallen. Relatives, family members, and friends were all notified, and they could come 
in person or watch the humiliation from their living rooms. It was, she thought, a particularly cruel mode 
of punishment for a supposedly enlightened society. 
She could see the headlines: INSTITUTE SPOKESWOMAN 
ARRESTED IN BURGLARY. EXPERTS PROBE: WHY DID BRANDY-WINE TURN TO LIFE 
OF CRIME? 
They approached the front entrance and turned right onto a pathway that circled the building. Theres no 

point in both of us going in, said Kim. I know what Im looking for. Why dont you wait outside? I 
mean, were 
Ive come this far, said Solly. You may need me. 
They turned off at a secondary entrance, climbed a ramp, and stood before a glass door. Inside, a corridor 
was lined with offices. 
The reader clicked open and a line of instructions appeared: PLEASE PLACE YOUR FINGERTIPS ON 
THE LENS. DO NOT MOVE UNTIL PROCESS IS COMPLETE. 
Kim glanced around to be sure no one was watching. She took the container from her pocket, lifted out 
the glove, slipped it on, pulled it tight, and showed it to Solly. 
Perfect, he said. 
She placed her fingertips on the designated spot. The lock clicked and the door opened. She and Solly 
stepped inside, and the door slid shut behind them. 
The corridor was long and shadowy, lined with doors, its high ceiling gray and in need of repairs. The 
doors were translucent. Digital numbers and designators blinked on as they approached to identify what 
lay behind each. They passed Standards, Personnel, General Maintenance, Scheduling, Security, Special 
Operations. 
No one else seemed to be in the building. There are only nine or ten employees in the whole place, said 
Solly. During regular work hours. 
The assistant commissioners. 
Right. And a few directors. And systems analysts. Everybody has a title. All the routine work is 
automated. As far as I could determine, nobody hangs around after closing time. 
It was of course the cue for contradiction. Theyd gone only a few meters farther when a lock clicked 
behind them, in the direction of Freedom Hall. They watched an office door open. A man in a green 
worksuit stepped into view and looked curiously at them. 
Kim felt her heart stop. Her natural impulse was to bolt. 
Walk naturally, whispered Solly, taking her firmly by the arm, inspecting one of the designators, 
nodding as if hed found what he wanted, and turning directly toward the worker. 

The man frowned. He was olive-skinned, with wide shoulders, and an expression that suggested hed 
been having a difficult afternoon. 
Hello, he said. Can I help you? 
Solly waved an ID in his general direction. Security check, he said. Everything quiet here? 
Far as I know. 
Good. Solly glanced meaningfully at one of the office doors. Thanks. He pushed gently against it and 
nodded his satisfaction that it didnt open. Kim took the hint and tried one on the other side of the 
corridor. They proceeded past the man in the worksuit, and strolled down the passageway, continuing the 
process of periodically testing offices. 
He watched them until they reached a cross corridor and turned out of his field of view. What do you 
think, Solly? she asked. 
I dont know. I dont think we were very smooth. They listened for footsteps. When they heard none, 
she peeked around the corner and saw that he was letting himself out of the building. I think were 
clear, she said. 
Solly consulted his notes and led her down to the next cross passage and turned left. They came to a 
section marked RECORDS, and found a door whose designator read 
INTERSTELLAR NONCOMMERCIAL. 
Solly produced a batch of universal keys in a wallet. They were plastic chips, each coded to fit numerous 
interior locks then in service. He had to try four or five in the dex before the lock moved and the door 
opened. 
Youd have made a good burglar, she told him. 
He looked pleased. They just dont worry about break-ins. Not back here. Out front, where the 
Instrument is, yes. If a mosquito gets in, alarms go off, guards come running, the doors come down. But 
back here, its a whole different game. Nobody cares about old files. 
They went in and closed the door behind them. 
It was a cubbyhole. A small window looked out into a tiny courtyard. Kim sat down at the lone terminal 
and brought up the menu. She needed less than two minutes to locate EIV 4471886 Hunter, Arrival Date 
30 March 573, Command Log. 

Got it, she said. She inserted a disk and instructed the computer to download. 
Solly held a finger to his lips. Footsteps outside. He moved behind the door so hed be out of sight if 
anyone looked in. Kim scrunched down behind the desk. 
Voices. 
Two people, talking, and then laughing. They moved on. 
Kim was surprised to discover a sense of elation. She squeezed Sollys shoulder. What? he asked. 
We should do more of this, she said. 
Sheyel adjusted the cushions in his dragon chair. Kim, its good to hear from you. Do you have news? 
Probably not. I wanted to thank you for tracking down Yoshis shoe size. 
It was nothing. Now will you tell me why you asked? 
We found a grip shoe at Kiles villa. Fits the size. 
Oh? 
Thats all we have for the moment. And it probably doesnt mean anything. 
He was silent. 
I need more information. 
Of course. If I have it. 
Was there anything artificial about Yoshis body? Anything that a sensor might detect? 
His eyes slid shut. I dont think so. 
Any kind of artificial enhancement, maybe? Or something that had been repaired? 
No, he said. Nothing that I know about. She had an accident once playing wraparound. Had to get a 
couple of her teeth capped. 
I dont think theres anything there we can use. Okay, Sheyel. Ill see if I can find another way. In the 

meantime, if you think of anything, give me a call. 
He nodded. Thanks, Kim. I appreciate what youre trying to do. 
She switched off, poured herself a drink, glanced at a code shed written on a piece of paper, and punched 
it in. 
Hello? Mike Plymouths voice. She left the visual off. 
Hi, Mike. She made her voice as soft as she could. 
Hello, Kay. I thought Id hear from you. 
Yes. Im sorry. I cant make it tonight. 
Oh. WellYou are all right? 
Yes. Im fine. 
Another night, maybe? 
Shed pushed Solly out of the room. Now she wished he were there. I dont think so. Theres really no 
point. 
Oh. He was fumbling for something to say. Something to retrieve the situation. Or save his pride. 
Im sorry. She thought about making up a story. Some-thing to spare his feelings. Im already 
committed. I was 
cheating yesterday. But she let it pass. Im just really tied up right now. 
I understand. The room grew still. Goodbye, Kay. Then he was off the line and she was staring at the 
link. 
Goodbye, Mike, she said. 
They arranged to have the hotel deliver some cheese and wine and settled back to watch the Hunter logs. 
Kim put the disk into the reader, set it for the screen, sampled the cheese, and turned to Solly. Ready? 
she asked. 
He nodded and she started the program. 

Titles appeared, identifying the ship, setting the time and place, listing commercial cargo (None), and 
describing the general nature of the flight. The date, translated to Seabright time, was February 12. Date 
of departure from St. Johns. 
The early visuals were from the out-station, depicting technicians and maintenance staff working on the 
Hunter. Solly described what they were doing, these checking life support maintenance, those topping off 
water supplies. 
Well get two sets of records, he explained. One will be the data flow from the various shipboard 
systems, life support, navigation, power plant, and so on. The other will be a visual record of whats 
happening in the pilots room. The imagers will only record movement. If the room is empty, or if the 
pilots asleep he held out his hands, palms up, nada. 
How much work is there for a pilot to do, Solly? 
Its a tough profession, Kim. It takes a high level of intelligence, extensive knowledge, great reflexes 
Her eyes closed. Solly 
Trade secret? 
Go ahead. You can trust me. 
You could jettison the pilot at any time and be perfectly safe. 
Really? 
Sure. The pilot does three things: he talks to the ground, tells the AI where to go, and takes over if the AI 
blows up. Which never happens. 
Thats it? 
Thats it. And the AI can talk to the ground. He fast-forwarded past the technicians. They whirled 
through their tasks, and then disappeared and the screen went blank. The clock leaped forward two hours. 
The next sequence gave them Markis Kane coming into the pilots room. 
This was Kane more than forty years after the war, but there was of course no physical difference 
between the man who sat in the cabin of the Hunter, and the man whose image was prominently 
displayed at the Mighty Third Memorial Museum. This later version might have been a little less lean, 
and his features might have been a trifle harder. Otherwise, he was the same person. 

He wore a blue jumpsuit with a shoulder patch depicting the Hunter orbiting a ringed planet, with the 
motto PERSISTENCE. His black hair was cut short and he was clean-shaven. He had a natural youth and 
vitality that rendered him quite attractive, Kim thought. He was a war hero, and he had the soul of an 
artist. Quite a resume. 
The pilots room was not radically different from the one shed seen during her inspection of the Hunter. 
The two chairs were different, the carpeting was lighter, the walls darker. But the instrument layout did 
not seem to have changed. 
Kane sat down in the left-hand chair and picked up a notepad. Kim watched him go methodically through 
a checklist. The procedure lasted about ten minutes. When hed finished, he got out of his chair and left 
the room. She recalled the layout of the Hunter, and knew that the pilots room opened onto the upper 
level of the rotunda. The imager stopped recording. The clock jumped ahead sixteen minutes and Kane 
reentered, eased into his seat, and began touching blinkers. 
Hunter ready to depart. 
Hunter, you are clear to go. 
He touched a stud on the chair arm. We are thirty seconds 
from departure, folks. Buckle in. His own harness came down over his shoulder and locked in 
place. The chair moved to face forward. 
At the time of the Hunter flight, St. Johns was on the edge of known territory. That was still true. No 
deeper outpost existed. Several hundred missions had gone beyond, but that was a trivial number spread 
against so vast a region. There was an ongoing argument among the Nine Worlds about who should bear 
the financial burden of maintaining the outstation. Traffic had fallen precipitously, and the station no 
longer supported itself. There was talk of closing it down. 
The Hunter edged forward. Kim watched the umbilicals detach. The dock began moving past on the 
overhead screen and in the windows, moving quicker, and then it dropped away. The acceleration pressed 
Kane back into his chair. He spoke briefly with the operations people, and noted for the record that the 
ship was clear, on course, and all conditions were nominal. 
Solly moved the record forward. Kane remained alone in the room, watching his instruments, 
occasionally talking to the AI. Then, about a quarter-hour into the flight he spoke into his intercom again: 
We are going to initiate acceleration to jump status in five minutes. Emily and Kile know about that. 
Yoshi, once it begins you wont be able to move. Itll last roughly twenty-five minutes. Anything you need 
to do, this is a good time to take care of it. 
The jump engines feed off the mains, Solly explained. Most systems require almost a half hour of 

steady one-gee acceleration before they can lock in enough power to make the jump to hyperspace. 
Kane got on a channel that was probably private and told Kile Tripley that Hunter should be scheduled 
for a general overhaul on her return. Kim fast-forwarded the record until a bank of green lamps lit up the 
console. Going hyper, Kane said. 
Lights blinked, dimmed, brightened, blinked again. 
Kane looked at his instruments and, apparently satisfied, told his passengers that the jump was completed. 
He asked each of them to check in, and informed them they were free to walk about as they liked. He got 
up, stretched, and left the room. The imager shut down. 
The clock ran off seven minutes and he was back in with Tripley. The mission leader had been rethinking 
the destinations, and was considering going here instead of there. A larger number of old class Gs in one 
area, too much radiation thrown off by nearby young supergiants in another. Here was a new order of 
places hed like to visit. Theyd still go to their initial series of targets. But after that he wanted to make 
the adjustment. Could Kane manage it without undue difficulty? 
The captain suggested he leave the list. / dont see any problem, Kile, he said. Well need to work out 
what itll do to the duration of the flight. Otherwise He held out his hands to indicate hed go along 
with whatever Kile preferred. 
During the balance of that first day, and for much of the time following, the pilots room was empty. The 
clock leaped forward over durations of several hours at a time. The calendar began to click off numbers. 
At precisely 8:00 A.M. daily, Kane entered, sometimes alone, sometimes with one or another of the crew, 
and studied the control panel. He talked to the AI, in effect asking it whether there were any anomalies, 
whether it foresaw any difficulties, whether there were anything it wished to call to his attention. The 
interactions acquired a ceremonial quality. 
Its a precaution, Solly said. Required by the regs. Theyve built in a lot of redundancy, so its hard to 
imagine any sequence of events that could lead to trouble without alarms going off in plenty of time. Still, 
we all go through the same routine. Truth is, I think its intended to make the pilot feel as if hes got 
something to do. 
Here for the first time Kim saw the living Yoshi Amara. She was vibrant and alive and full of enthusiasm 
for the mission, absolutely convinced that they would not come home without success. She was, Kim 
thought, a gorgeous young woman. Dark hair, dark eyes, offset by a gold chain and a gold bracelet. 
She must have had money, said Solly. 
Kile Tripley seemed to enjoy the pilots room. Other than the pilot, he spent more time there than anyone, 
often slumped back in the right-hand chair, his long legs crossed, usually reading, sometimes making 

notes. When Kane was present, or one of his colleagues, he tended to talk about what it would be like to 
round the curve of a new world, gliding into the night, and see patches of light across its continents. Kim 
understood that hed made that run countless times, and that the night had always remained unbroken. As 
it had through the whole of human history. 
Can you imagine what it would mean, Tripley said over and over, if we can find them? Not whether 
theyre there, but if we can find them. 
Kim saw what Tripley apparently did not, that Kane did not believe there was anything to find; or if there 
was, that it was so thoroughly lost among the stars that there could be no realistic hope for success. We 
could continue crossing the terminators without result, his dark eyes implied, until we get tired of it and 
find a more useful outlet for the Foundations resources. 
But he must have seen no point in actively discouraging his employer. Yes, he said, the Golden Pitchers 
rich with class Gs, yellow suns like Sol and Helios. Travel time among them would be relatively short. 
They could cover a lot of ground in a year. 
We will cover a lot of ground, Tripley would say. And: Were going to do it this time, Markis. I know 
it. 
Kane inevitably responded with a nod and an abstract gaze, agreeing with Tripley but informing Kim that 
this was the conversation they always had. And nobody had ever found anything. 
She was looking for an indication of tension between the two, but there was nothing to imply they did not 
get along, even though the personalities of the two men were vastly different: Kane was cool, 
deliberative, skeptical, methodical. Tripley was a believer, inclined to follow his emotions. But his 
instincts were good, and he was generally rational, other than his fixation on celestials. He had his own 
vision of the world and did not allow reality to intrude. Had he been devoted to religion, he would have 
been among those who argued that there was a God and a heaven, because otherwise what would be the 
point of life? Kims overall impression was that he was a man who had never quite grown up. But it was 
clear he was utterly devoid of malice. She discarded the possibility that he might have killed Yoshi. Or 
anyone. 
She glanced at his record. He had completed twenty-nine missions in search of his grail, totaling almost 
twenty-five years off-world. That qualified him as a fanatic, an Ahab. No wonder Hunter?, motto was 
Persistence. 
Later, to Emily, Kane delivered a more realistic assessment: Wed need a hundred of these boats, he 
said. A thousand. Headed every which way. Then there might be a chance. 
Emily too had understood the odds. 

This was the first time Kim had seen her sister in private interactions. They were three days into the flight 
before she came into the pilots room and Kim was finally able to observe her. Kane was already there, 
doing his morning routine. She strolled up behind him and squeezed his shoulder. Kane looked back at 
her and Kim understood that the presence of the imager, recording everything, was an impediment to 
them. 
Solly glanced over at her but said nothing. 
Emily slipped gracefully into the right-hand seat. She wore the mission jumpsuit, open at the neck just 
enough to reveal the curve of her breasts. 
Kane commented that everything was going well. It was a nondescript remark, small talk, but his voice 
had dropped an octave. Theyre lovers, Kim said, more to herself than to Solly. 
There was nothing overt, of course. Kane and Emily gazed at each other with the kind of forced 
indifference that can only be displayed by people in love who are trying to hide the fact. 
Yoshi was just out of her teens. Her grades had suggested promise, but she too was caught up in chasing 
the Dream. Kane took time whenever the opportunity offered to caution her that the missions had gone 
out many times. That it looked easy when there were hundreds of class Gs within a narrow field. That, 
despite the assumption that it was just a matter of finding the right one, there was no guarantee that there 
was a right one. No assurance that any star anywhere, other than Sol, had produced life. Accept the 
possibility, he told her. We may be alone. 
It could not be, she said. Its a basic scientific principle that nothing is unique. 
Kim noticed that the crew of the Hunter never talked about finding an amoeba. Judging from all the 
conversation about how to handle a first encounter, what kind of technology to look for, what dangers 
might be posed by an immensely advanced celestial, she saw that the discovery of a blade of grass, 
everybody elses ambition, would have been a distinct disappointment to this outfit. At the very least, 
they hoped to unearth ruins somewhere, evidence that another intelligence had existed. 
Until we show that it can happen somewhere else, said Kane, we have to accept the possibility that the 
human race was divinely created. 
She laughed at the idea, but Kane smiled back. How else would you explain it?  he asked. The 
universal silence? 
She had no answer. 
Kim listened as they discussed their strategy. First step was to calculate the area of a given suns biozone, 
and then to find the elusive blade of grass. Once they had done that, had found a living world, then they 

would proceed to hunt for evidence of intelligence, past or present. 
It was all very optimistic. But after all, Tripley said at one point, thats what makes it worth doing. It 
wouldnt really be very sporting, would it, if there were life in every other system? 
By four A.M. Kim and Solly had reviewed the first six days of the mission, looking for hostility among 
the members of the research team, for indications of anything that might lead eventually to murder. It 
might have seemed a handicap that they were barred from overhearing conversations anywhere other than 
the pilots room, that in fact those who spoke for the record knew they were doing so, yet it was evident 
that the crew members got along well. Kane was almost always present during these dialogues, and there 
was never more than one other person with him, except on one occasion when Yoshi and Tripley arrived 
with sandwiches and beer. 
There were some differences of opinion, minor and unavoidable among a group of people who talked 
politics and history, science and philosophy, apparently ran a book discussion group, and engaged in 
virtual gaming. Kim and Solly were never privy to the games, but they judged by what they heard 
afterward that they included a fair amount of sexual byplay. There was, however, no evidence of tension 
between Kane and Tripley, or between the women. Apparently there was an arrangement, but Kim 
couldnt sort out its precise nature. 
Solly had fallen asleep. Kim was weary but she wanted to hang on until she found out what would 
happen. If indeed anything would happen. Shed begun to fast-forward through the conversations, 
planning to come back later and listen more closely. Sometimes Kane was alone in the pilots room, 
reading, writing in a notebook, occasionally doing sketches on a pad which he kept on a side table. She 
thought she detected an early version of the Autumn. 
She was moving quickly through the record when she saw, for the first time, an empty pilots room. A 
klaxon was sounding and lights were blinking. She noted the time: 11:17 P.M., February 17, the fifth day 
of the mission. 
The picture went to a split screen, adding a shadowy area that she recognized as the engine room. 
She woke Solly. 
Problem with the jump engines, looks like, he said. 
But theyre in flight, right? Coasting. The jump engines arent actually doing anything at this point, are 
they? 
Theyre still online, Solly explained, and any of a number of things can go wrong. He brought up the 
data stream and examined it for a few minutes. Auxiliary feed system, he said. Its a redundant safety 
feature. Monitors the antimatter flow controls during the jump. If theres a problem, it takes over. 

You mean the engines would still work okay without the system in place? 
Oh, sure. But you dont want to do that. 
Why not? 
Because antimatter is a cranky fuel. It has a tendency to blow out controls. If the secondary system isnt 
there, and you get any kind of overload at all, you can kiss your baby blues goodbye. 
Solly switched back to the visual record in time to see Kane come down the stairs into the engine room. 
Emily, wrapped in a robe, was right behind him. He paused before a console, touched it, and the alarms 
died. Its okay, he told her. Were not in danger. 
He sat down at a monitor and was paging through schematics when the others arrived. Its the auxiliary 
feed system, he said. Were going to have to abort the mission. 
Abort? Emily looked stricken. Is it really that serious? Cant we fix it? 
Kim knew she would have asked whether they were in trouble. 
/ can jury-rig it temporarily. But we dont want to be running around the Golden Pitcher with a busted 
AFS. 
Why not? askedTripley. What exactly is the risk? 
Hard to put a number on it. Its a safety device that we wont need unless we need it. If you follow me. 
But my opinion doesnt matter. The regs require us to head back. 
 Whod ever know ?  
I would. We die out here, itd be my responsibility. He took a deep breath. Its not the end of the 
world, Kile. Therell be another day. 
Yeah. Tripley glared at the engine as if it had deliberately betrayed him. Okay, what do we do now? 
I need a few hours to work on it. Make some temporary repairs. Well get out of hyper and do the job. 
When Im finished, well jump back in and head for home. 
They have to get out of hyperspace, Solly explained, answering the question he saw in her face, in 
case something goes wrong. Its a precaution against getting stranded. 

Bingo, said Kim. This is where the encounter happens. 
Home? Tripley said. Why not St. Johns? Why go all the way back home? 
Its a major job. Not the kind of thing they do out there. Theyd do what Im about to, put together a 
patchwork solution. But to get recertified for flight, we need Sky Harbor. 
Emily gazed up at Tripley. Im sorry, Kile. She made a sympathetic face. 
Okay, he said. Do it. Goddammit. 
Kane opened a channel to the AI. Hunter, abort TDI. Take us out. 
Wait a minute, said Kim. Are they near a star? 
Dont know, said Solly. Depends how you define near. If you mean inside a planetary system, Id say 
its real unlikely. 
Then this isnt right. They have to go sight-seeing. They have to decide to come out near one of the 
seven stars. 
Solly shook his head. Its not going to happen. 
She watched Tripley leave the pilots room, watched Emily and Kane belt down. The AI counted off the 
minutes, and then they sailed out of hyperspace. They were in a heavily populated area of Orion, and the 
sky was filled with great clouds of stars. She couldnt see enough of it to determine whether there was a 
nearby sun. 
They fast-forwarded. Kane used two hours to make his repairs. Then he alerted the others they were ready 
to go, and they began the acceleration toward the jump. Twenty-five minutes later they slipped 
uneventfully back into hyperspace and started the long journey to Sky Harbor. 
The eastern sky was beginning to brighten, and a brisk wind rattled the windows. I just dont believe it, 
she said. 
He shut off the computer, glanced meaningfully at her, slid back on the sofa, and closed his eyes. Looks 
like it was all a false alarm, he said. 
Her commlink woke her. Kim? It was Matts voice. Flat. That set off alarms. Where are you? 
In Salonika, she said. 

Were you planning on checking in any time soon? 
I assumed youd call if you needed me, Matt. She kept it on audio. 
I need you. 
She sighed. Okay. What are we doing? 
A delegation of physicians and surgeons is coming in tomorrow. Weve offered them a tour of the 
Institute. 
Okay. Ill be there. What time? 
Ten. 
Im on my way. 
Its an opportunity to do some good public relations. Media will be here. And Johnson. 
Worlds leading cosmologist. Guarantees lots of attention. 
Were going to spring for lunch. Id like you to accompany the tour and talk to them over the salad. 
She listened, said shed take care of it, and started to disconnect. 
Im not through yet. 
Whats wrong, Matt? 
Solly knocked softly and stuck his head into the room. She waved him in. 
Have you been nosing around Sara Baines? Asking questions? 
Sara Baines? Whos Sara Baines? She looked desperately at Solly. 
His lips formed the words Deny everything. 
Tripleys grandmother, for Gods sake. We got another complaint from him. Says somebody was out to 
interview his grandmother for a book. She cant remember the title. But I dont guess Tripley trusts you 
very much. He showed her your picture. 

And? 
She says no. But Tripley thinks it was you. Was it? 
I guess I did it, Matt. 
She heard him let out his breath. Kim, what am I going to do with you? Are you determined to lose your 
job? Weve been through this before, and its not going to happen again. You will keep away from 
Tripley. Do you understand me? 
I understand you. 
Dont take that tone with me. This is your career youre playing with. If theres a third round of this 
nonsense, Im going to be forced to put you out on the street. 
Matt, I dont really have a choice 
You damned well do, Kim. I dont mean to sound unsympathetic, but your sisters a long time gone. 
Ease up, okay? For everybodys sake. 
She was staring up at the imager. Matt, we may have found one of Yoshis shoes in Tripleys villa. At 
Severin. 
That got a long pause. Then: You got a DNA match? 
No. All we have is that its her size. But its a grip shoe. 
She could hear Matt thinking it over. That sounds like lawsuit country. Kim, were talking about 
something that happened a long time ago. Youre grasping at straws. 
I know, she said. See you tomorrow. 
Hes right, Solly said. 
She looked at him. We need to find the body, she said. 
Yoshis? How do you plan to do that? 
It might not be all that hard. She wore gold. 
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And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: 1 cannot, having been your lover, Stoop to 
become your friend! 
-ARTHUR SYMONS, After Love, 1910 C.E. 
Kim caught the red-eye back to Seabright and addressed the physicians and surgeons at the Institute 
breakfast. That went well, but Matt remarked quietly that it was good to see her again. His tone was 
simultaneously worried and accusing. He was always good at making her feel guilty. She explained that 
life had got hectic, and got away before he could press her. Afterward she went directly to the station and 
took the first train to Wakonda, home of the University of Amberlain. Solly was waiting for her in the 
physics department, where hed borrowed a handheld sensor unit that the technicians were configuring to 
scan for gold. 
When asked by the lab people if shed uncovered a vein, Kim nodded and observed that she and Solly 
were about to acquire some serious wealth. 
The unit tested to a range of about thirty meters for the quantity of gold one would expect to find in a 
bracelet roughly equivalent to the one Yoshi had been wearing. 
Afterward, they caught the Snowhawk, which connected a half dozen cities across the central tier of the 
Republic, from Seabright on the east, through Eagle Point, to Algonda on the west. 
They retired into a first-class cabin and were back reviewing the Hunter logs minutes after the train left 
the station. 
The sun was already down as they eased out of Wakonda Central, picking up speed until the landscape 
blurred and eventually faded into the darkness. Solly sprawled leisurely in a padded chair; Kim sat on a 
cross bench, her arms wrapped around drawn-up knees. 
They went back to the point at which the Hunter had dropped out of hyperspace, and watched Kane work 
on the AFS. 
They ran the segment again, slower this time. 
Kane finished up, notified the AI, and disappeared offscreen. Forty minutes later, scrubbed down and in a 
fresh uniform, he arrived in the pilots room. Emily came up and they surveyed the enormous star-clouds. 
In there somewhere, Emily said, dreaming of celestials. 
Maybe, said Kane. He was invariably more forthright with her than with Tripley. But unless youre 
damned lucky, youll need more than a single lifetime to find them. 

She sat down in the right-hand seat. 
Eight minutes to jump, said the ship. 
Kane pushed back and let his eyes half close. Weve been fortunate, he said. This is the first serious 
technical problem weve had in, what, a dozen or more missions? Thats not bad. 
She looked across at him, her spirits visibly sagging. Emily did not want to go home. A lot more than a 
dozen. Markis, how long do you think itll take to make the repairs? 
He considered it. Theyll pull the unit and replace it. A couple of days. No more than that. But the ship 
needs some general maintenance too before it goes out again. 
They continued in that vein while the AI counted down. The minutes ticked off and the conversation 
subsided while 
Kane turned his attention to the console. The power buildup that routinely preceded a jump became 
audible. 
At thirty seconds, the main engines shut down and Hunter went into glide mode. 
Theres nothing here, said Solly, somehow disappointed, as if they hadnt already seen the sequence, 
didnt already know nothing was going to happen. The jump procedure was now too far along to stop. If a 
celestial had pulled alongside and waved, they could have done nothing. 
When the Hunter made its transition to hyperspace, Emily was staring out the window at the stars. 
The Snowhawk was passing through a valley. Two of Greenways moons were in the sky, drifting among 
wisps of cloud. Dark slopes rose on either side. Treetops swayed in the blast of the passing train. Away to 
the north she could see the glow of a town. Cant really expect to hit it right away, said Markis. You 
have to be patient. 
Weve been patient. 
Okay, said Solly. That does it for the celestials. Now were just looking for a motive for murder. He 
looked at her. You think if someone killed them, Yoshi and Emily, he wouldnt have taken the gold? 
If it was a burglar, something like that, sure he would have. But Tripleys the prime suspect. You think 
hed kill over some jewelry? 

You really think Tripley did it? 
No. But I cant bring myself to believe they were killed by a robber. Wherever Yoshi is, shes wearing 
her gold. 
Kim and Solly fast-forwarded through more conversations, all routine, mundane, what they would do 
when they got home, how they would spend the unexpected time. Tripley made it clear that he planned to 
mount the next mission as quickly as time permitted, and that he hoped to retain the services of the 
current crew. They didnt hear him say it explicitly, but that the sentiments had been delivered beyond the 
range of the recording devices was apparent from the conversations in the pilots room. Everyone planned 
to return. 
All this took the edge off the frustration, particularly for Yoshi, whod come as an intern and who must 
have been worried that she might not be invited back. The weeks passed, and the general morale 
recovered and was reasonably high when they returned at last and docked at Sky Harbor. 
Yoshi told Kane that she would stay the night with Emily at the Royal Palms in Terminal City, and then 
spend some time with her family until they were ready to try again. There was no indication, no 
nonverbal signal, that she was not telling the truth. 
Tripley promised to hustle the repairs along. He estimated a relaunch in about a month. Was that 
satisfactory for Kane? 
It was. 
Tripley informed him that he would receive a bonus for his performance. Then he left Kane alone in the 
pilots room. 
The captain spent a few minutes with the instruments, collected his sketchbook, and left. The imager 
blinked off. 
It was over. 
No matter how many times we run it, said Solly, its going to keep coming out the same way. Nothing 
happened. 
The flight home had required forty-one days. They went back and looked again, with no idea what they 
were hoping to find. When Tripley spoke of Yoshi, he showed a genuine affection for her. And he 
seemed far too gentle to perpetrate either physical or psychological violence against anyone. His cloneson, 
thought Kim, was a different order of beast altogether. 
They reviewed Kanes conversations with the other crew members, listening, moving on. Kim watched 

Emily as the days ran down, thinking how luminous her sister looked, how energetic she was, how driven 
by the great search. And she was within days of losing her life. 
But gradually an inconsistency emerged. She watched the interplay between the captain and Emily, went 
back to their conversations in the first part of the mission, and compared the earlier with the later. Do 
you see it? she asked Solly. 
He leaned forward and squinted at the screen. Shed frozen the images, a few days from the end of the 
voyage. Kane and Emily had been talking about getting more serious about their physical conditioning 
programs on the next flight. 
What? said Solly. I dont see anything. 
What happened to the passion? 
What passion? 
Do they sound like lovers to you? 
They never sounded like lovers to me. 
Solly, they were hiding it before. Maybe from the others, or from the imager. Maybe from each other. 
Now its just not there. 
Maybe they had a fight. We cant really see very much, you know. 
No, its not like that. Theres no tension between them on the return flight. This isnt the kind of 
behavior youd see in the aftermath of a breakup. Its simply a cordial relationship between congenial 
colleagues. Not at all the same thing. 
The train was pulling into the outskirts of Eagle Point. 
What are you saying? he asked. 
Kim shut down the program but she stared at the screen until the train stopped moving. Im not sure, 
she said. 
They checked into the Gateway and Kim stayed up most of the night replaying the conversations between 
Kane and Emily. Outbound, the captains depth of passion was quite evident. He loved her sister. She 
could see it in his eyes, in his tone, in his every gesture. She wondered what the interaction between the 
two was like when they were away from the recording devices. 

But it had changed during the return. Not because, as Solly had suggested, theyd had a falling-out. In 
that event theyd have been cold in each others company. The body language would be exaggerated. 
Shed see resentment in one or the other. Or both. 
But none of that was present. Their mutual regard was precisely what one might expect from good 
friends. Nothing more, nothing less. 
Again and again, she listened to their final conversation, recorded during the approach to Sky Harbor: 
Thanks, Markis. 
For what? 
For getting us back. I know we put some pressure on you to continue the mission. 
Its okay. Its what I would have expected. 
They were on the night side of Greenway. The space station looked like a lighted Christmas ornament. Its 
twin tails were also illuminated, one reaching toward Lark, the other dipping into the clouds. 
As always, Markis, it was nice to spend time with you. 
Kim shook her head. The remark was artificial; the voice contained all the passion of a cauliflower. 
You too, Emily. But I guess well be back at it in a couple of weeks. 
I hope so. Im getting tired coming home empty all the time. 
The station grew larger in the screens and then the Hunter was approaching one of the docks. People were 
visible in the operational sections and a spacesuited technician waited for them with an umbilical. There 
was a slight bump as the ship came to rest. A bank of console lights blinked furiously before settling on 
amber. 
Time to go home, said Kane. They unbuckled and left the pilots room, Emily leading the way. If they 
said anything else to each other, it was lost. 
Solly had come out of his bedroom during the last minutes. He was wrapped in a muted yellow robe. So 
now, he said, Kane stays with the ship for a few hours to take care of the paperwork. Then he goes 
down to Terminal City and checks into a hotel. Tripley flies home. Yoshi and your sister flag down a cab, 
tell it to take them to the Royal Palms, but they dont arrive. 

Thats the scenario. 
But we think Yoshi somehow or other got to the Severin Valley. Which probably means Emily was 
there too. 
Probably. 
Okay. It was still dark outside. If were going to go looking tomorrow, wed better get some rest. 
They used the network to rent diving gear and a collapsible boat from the Rent-All Emporium, and a flyer 
from Air Service. Then they went down to a late breakfast. The flyer, with the equipment inside, was 
waiting for them when they finished. 
Kim tied the gold sensor to an input jack, through which it would interface with the onboard tracking 
systems, displaying results on an auxiliary screen. 
At a few minutes after noon they lifted off the roof of the Gateway and turned south toward Severin. The 
day was cold and cloudless. 
Howd it happen, Solly asked as they flew through bright skies, that both Kane and Tripley lived in 
the same small town? 
Tripley didnt live there, Kim said. Severin was a tourist spot, and he vacationed there. He also used it 
as a retreat during the off-season. He liked the solitude. 
Kane moved there in 559, when he inherited a villa from a relative whod admired his war exploits. He 
was already beginning to make a name for himself as an artist, and he decided it would be an ideal place 
to work. The town only had a thousand or so people then, so its no surprise that the two eventually met. 
When Tripley went looking for someone to pilot Hunter, Kane was at hand. 
Mount Hope dominated a group of peaks to the southwest. They were coming down the Severin, flying 
low, barely a thousand meters off the ground. This stretch of the river wasnt navigable: it descended 
toward the dam through a series of cataracts. On either side, thick forest advanced to the waters edge. 
They saw an occasional farmhouse, inevitably dilapidated. The landscape was deep in snow. 
Kim watched a freight train moving west. It was gliding just over the treetops, and the trees reacted to its 
passing in the manner of a bow wave, parting in front, closing behind. It was headed toward the 
Culbertson Tunnel, which would take it through the solid wall of mountains. The tunnel wasnt visible 
from her angle, but she saw the train begin to slow down as it made its approach. 
She hadnt been able to give the flyer the exact coordinates of Tripleys villa, so she switched to manual 
as they glided out over Remorse. The lake was a sheet of glass. 

Solly activated the sensor. The display gave them groups of configuration data, blanked, and then went 
green. Negative return. 
Ahead, Tripleys villa sat on its lonely hilltop. 
The place felt as if it were pinched off from the real world, like a black hole, a singularity where the laws 
of physics were slightly warped. Where footprints vanished. 
They descended to treetop level and moved in directly over the roof. The display remained green. 
The utility building showed nothing. 
She circled the immediate area, keying off the villa. Most of the old Tripley property was new-growth 
forest and heavy underbrush. Its fences were down, and a group of spruce trees on the east side looked 
dead. 
Next she extended the search several kilometers west, flying a Crosshatch pattern, scanning as far as the 
ridge that had protected the town on the night of the explosion. She checked along the summit, surveyed 
the far slope and the woods beyond until the ground got rocky. 
Using the map, she came back and flew over the town. The center of Severin Village was in the water. 
She went down until the treads got wet. The display remained green. 
You didnt really think the killer would hide her near city hall, did you? asked Solly. 
If he was a maniac, she said, who knows what he might have done? 
A killer would have been likely to throw the body into the lake, which had been much smaller then; or 
into the river. Or he might have buried her north of town, in ground that was now at the bottom of 
Remorse. In either case, shed still be in the water. So Kim flew systematically over the lake surface, 
marking off squares until, after an hour and a half, theyd covered it all. 
That eliminated, Kim thought, the most likely places. 
She took them east along the southern shoreline. Almost immediately the screen began to blink. Got 
something, said Solly. The rate varied back and forth as she jockeyed through the sky. 
Down there. 
Just woods. I see an iron fence, said Kim. 

And some headstones. They were overgrown by thick brush, hidden by trees. 
And a pair of wrought iron gates. 
Cemetery, said Solly. He got a fix on the hit so they wouldnt lose it when they moved out of the 
scanners range. 
Kim set down in a glade about a hundred meters away. There was a short argument about who would go 
and who stay. Its my party, she insisted. 
Solly shrugged. Keep talking to me. 
Ill be fine, she said. 
She sealed her jacket, climbed down from the flyer, and plunged into the woods. The day was cold and 
hard and very still. Snow crackled underfoot. 
She wasted no time getting lost and had to double back. Sollys line of sight provided shortest distance to 
the target, but did not allow for fences, thick shrubbery, creeks, or other obstacles. On her second try she 
found the gates. An arch was inscribed with the words JOURNEYS END. 
These people werent much for subtlety, she told Solly. 
What do you mean? 
Ill explain later. 
Okay. Are you inside? 
Yes. Give me a bearing. 
Solly checked the map hed made and compared it with her position. To your right, about sixty degrees. 
There were a lot of headstones, and the cemetery was overgrown. She headed off in the indicated 
direction. 
Good, said Solly. Keep straight. 
She glanced at the markers as she went by. Some were two centuries old. 
You got it, said Solly. You should be right on top of it. 

She was looking up at a stone angel. Nothing here except a grave, she said. Old one. Husband and 
wife. Both buried at the beginning of the last century. 
Thats got to be it. Its down there. 
She looked at it. Looked at some elms and a couple of mausoleums and more headstones half hidden in 
the underbrush. Cant be, she said. 
Sure it is. Its ideal. Nobodyd want to dig it up. 
But the killer would have had to disturb the original grave. Somebody would have noticed. Maybe the 
couple had been buried with their wedding rings. This is not where you hide a body, Solly. You put it in 
the woods, or weight it and drop it in the lake. 
She walked back to the flyer and they took off again and resumed the hunt along the southern shore, and 
then off to the east. They broke out pork slices and apples while the AI executed the search pattern. The 
afternoon wore on. 
By twilight, Solly had given up. I dont think were going to find anything, he said. 
Where havent we looked? 
Tripley had a flyer. 
Yes. 
If I had a flyer and I wanted to get rid of a body, I dont think Id dig any holes. Its too much work, and 
youre too likely to get caught. 
Weve looked in the lake. 
To hell with the lake. Id fly it out to sea and dump it. 
If he did that, she said, were out of luck. She tapped her index finger on the instrument console. 
The explosion occurred three days after they arrived. We have to assume things were happening fast and 
he had to get rid of it locally. The sun was touching the crest of Mount Hope. 
Top of the mountain? he suggested. 
Its all granite up there. No way to bury it. 

The river, said Solly. But upstream. The other side of the dam. 
Why would you put it there? 
The water was deeper up there. Look at your map. 
Large sections of the dam were still intact. Sluices had been left open. The river rushed through them, and 
through gaps in the concrete, and roared out the south side, crashing down fifty meters into the lower 
canyon. 
They flew low over the structure and were rocked by the wind. Kim yowped and the flyer warned them 
belatedly that turbulent conditions were common in the area. We should exercise caution, it added. 
The wreckage reminded Kim of the remnants of a monolithic altar, or perhaps a vast jawbone left in the 
river. 
The onboard AI apologized for the rough ride, assured them it would strive to be more careful, but 
complained that they had imposed a ceiling which prevented it from rising to a more comfortable altitude. 
They looked down at the dam. On its upstream side, the river was a patchwork of water alternately rough 
and tranquil, of wakes and eddies, of sandbanks and splintered trees. It rushed at the shattered dam, 
crashed through it, and fell about forty meters into a canyon, which carried it into Remorse. 
Solly instructed the AI to take them lower, but it complained that the action wouldnt be prudent. High 
winds, it said. Best to stay where we are. 
Solly sighed. Kim, he said, change seats with me. 
She shook her head. Going to manual wont do any good. If it doesnt like what youre doing, itll 
override. 
Change seats, he said. 
She complied and they climbed over each other while the flyer asked for instructions. When he was 
seated again, Solly looked to his left, found a panel marked A-DATA and opened it. 
What are we doing? asked Kim. 
Taking out the AI. He showed her a yellow-coated cable and disconnected it from a black box. The 
flyer momentarily lost headway and started to sink. Solly threw a couple of switches, and a yoke snicked 
out of the deck and locked in place. He tested it, pulled back on the stick, and leveled off. 

I never knew you could do that, said Kim. 
He grinned. Learn something new every day. You ready? 
For what? You werent planning on dropping us into the river, were you? 
Have no fear, he said. 
Right. Into the hands of God 
He picked out one of the larger dam fragments and took them down the north face until they were just 
over the water. The descent was smoother than shed expected. 
Good, she said. 
He nodded. Nothing like having a professional 
The screen began to blink. 
Bingo, said Kim. 
Right at the foot of the dam, looks like. That made sense, of course. Throw an object in anywhere along 
this stretch of water, weigh it down, and if it moved at all, it would end up wedged in here. 
Solly looked at the darkening sky. Its late to push this any further tonight, he said. Why dont we 
come back tomorrow? Work in full daylight? 
When were this close? Itll only take a few minutes. Lets get it done. Find out what we have. 
Solly frowned. Wouldnt take much for the river and the concrete to beat up a diver pretty good. 
It just means we have to be careful, she said. Anyhow, its not as dangerous as it looks. 
It looks pretty dangerous. 
They surveyed the area for a place to set down. 
There, said Solly. He was looking at a slab, a piece of the dam that had been hewn off and dumped. It 
was lying almost flat in the water, one end submerged, the other angled up at about ten degrees. Just 
enough room for the flyer. 

That the best we can do? asked Kim. 
There are better landing sites he was looking at a couple of beaches, but wed have a hard time 
getting out into the river. 
The slab, in fact, was perfectly situated, if they could manage the landing. Solly lowered the aircraft 
cautiously, arranging his approach so that the treads were parallel to the angle of incline, with the forward 
end up. Hang on, he said. 
He was feeling for the concrete, much as a person reaches for the next step down in the dark. A burst of 
wind drove them off. He took it up, came back and tried again. 
Kim found herself willing the aircraft down, behaving as if she were at the controls, telling herself easy. 
Easy. They touched, lifted, and touched again. Solly maintained power. The aft section settled, and it 
suddenly seemed as if the angle was steeper than it had looked, that they were about to slide back into the 
river. 
And then they were on the slab. 
He let the engine run for a minute. When nothing happened he shut it down and took a deep breath. 
Nothing to it, he said. 
Kim let her heartbeat return to normal. I knew you could manage it. 
Solly opened the door, climbed out, and leaned upslope. Its slippery, he warned. 
One of them would have to stay with the sensor, to direct the dive. Kim started to remove her earrings. 
Solly watched her and then shook his head. You stay put. 
Why? 
Take a look at the river. He had to shout to get above the wind and the roar of the water. 
Kim got out, planted her feet on the wet concrete, and nodded. It is a little rough, she said. Which is 
exactly why you need to stay here. 
Hows that? 
The target area was just a few meters out from the slab. Not bad. She held up a tether. If you go in and 
get into trouble, Id never be able to pull you out. We need the muscle here 

His eyes drilled into her. Thats a dumb argument. 
Who says? Anyway, this is my project. And Solly, Id feel a lot better knowing you were up here ready 
to lend a hand if you have to, than down there where I couldnt help worth a damn if something 
happened. 
He stared at her and she saw his irritation grow. Because he knew she was right. She pulled her suit out of 
the back of the aircraft. Lets just get it done. 
I really dont like this. 
A pair of iron clamps jutted out of the concrete. Relax, she said. She fixed the tether to one of the 
clamps and clipped the other end to her belt. If anything goes wrong you can haul me out. 
They argued for another few minutes. Then he gave in and she looked at the rushing river, watched it 
surging across the lower end of the slab, and wondered briefly whether this was a good idea after all, 
whether they should not have waited and maybe got a diving team together. She was about to back off 
when Solly shook his head, lowered the radio receiver into the water, and glowered at her. Dumb, he 
grumbled. 
Its no big deal. 
He grimaced, apparently uncertain what shed said, but she shrugged and spoke into her mask radio. It 
wont be bad once I get down a couple of meters. 
He nodded and mouthed the word dumb again. 
She tugged on her flippers, connected the jets to her belt, strapped a lamp on her wrist, and pulled her 
converter over her shoulders. 
He gave her a pained expression. Good luck. 
She returned a smile that was meant to be reassuring, pulled the mask in place, and slipped into the river. 
Its not that bad, she told Solly. 
The slabs breaking it up. That wont last. 
She ducked under, heard the converter kick in and begin extracting oxygen from the water. Competing 
currents pushed at her, carrying her first one way and then another. She ran a radio check. Solly 
responded, she turned on the lamp, and started down, feeling her way along the smooth face of the slab. 
The water was murky and she couldnt see. She kept descending until she felt bottom. It was thick with 
mud and rock. 

Straight ahead, said Solly. About twelve meters, looks like. 
At first the water was relatively calm. She moved out away from the wall, trying to keep contact with the 
bottom. She worked her way past debris, drowned trees, pieces of machinery, concrete chunks. The rush 
of water pushed her one way and then another, then bore down on her until she lost all track of direction. 
But it didnt matter. Solly had both the diver and the target blip on his screen. Drifting right, he told 
her. 
The current kept getting stronger. She had to use a burst from the jets to compensate. Dangerous, that, 
when she couldnt see. 
Drifting right again. Eight meters dead ahead. 
Another burst carried her forward. The river tore at her, tried to carry her away. She anchored herself to 
an engine housing and caught her breath. 
Hows your visibility, Kim? 
A half meter. 
Okay. You should be right on top of it. 
The lamp was no more than a soggy glow. I dont see anything. 
Its right there. 
It could be buried. 
Wouldnt surprise me. Why dont you come up? Well get a team and the right equipment and come 
back tomorrow. 
The light reflected against something. Off to her right. Reluctantly, she dug in her heels, let go of the 
shrubbery, and crawled forward. 
It was a piece of plastic. Sticking out of the muck. We might have something, Solly. 
What is it? What do you see? 
Inside the plastic. A shoe. 

You sure? 
Yes. 
She pulled at it. Solly, its afoot. 
Okay. Go easy. 
Its somebody. 
You can see a corpse? 
I think so. 
Man or woman? 
Are you serious? Ive got a leg. Thats all. 
Okay. You all right? 
She knew what he was thinking. Im fine. 
Whats it look like? All business again. 
Its small. I guess it is a woman. Or a child. She removed a line from her belt to fasten it to the plastic. 
But she lost her balance and the river caught her and sent her tumbling. 
Sollys voice stayed calm. Status, Kim? Whats going on? 
She crashed against something hard, but found a handhold. 
Kim? 
Current caught me. She was hanging onto a tree branch. 
You want me to come down? 
No, she said. My God, no. 
The current tried to jerk her mask off. She grabbed hold of it, got it back in place, and listened to herself 

breathe. 
I think this would be a good time to come up, Kim. We can alert the authorities in the morning and let 
them do the rest. 
Which ways up? she demanded. The question wasnt entirely facetious. She needed guidance getting 
back so she didnt pop out of the water at the wrong place and get sucked through the dam. 
You need to go about six meters right. Do that and youll come up directly in front of me. Calmest water 
in the area. 
Which wasnt saying much. 
But it was hard to follow directions in the river. And she was getting tired. How long had she been down? 
She used the jets to move right. 
Hold it, said Solly, alarmed. Youre going the wrong way. 
But the river caught her. She seized something, a piece of iron, and hung on. Whats happening, Kim? 
She knew immediately. Communication breakdown: her right wasnt his right. 
Im sorry, he said, figuring it out. My fault. You okay? 
Im fine. 
You dont have to worry about going anywhere you dont want to. Ive got the line. 
Her shoulders ached. Shed drifted into an eddy and she took advantage of it to rest for a moment and let 
the river carry her forward. The current seemed to be getting stronger and suddenly she was tumbling and 
being swept along. She banged into something. Lights flashed behind her eyes and the tether yanked at 
her hip. The river rushed past her, dragged her mask up onto her forehead. She swallowed water and 
slammed into a tangle of branches. Pieces of iron or wood stabbed at her belly and the river tried to drag 
her clear but she hung on. 
The torrent roared in her ears. It pounded her and pressed the breath out of her. 
She got the mask back on and used the purge valve to clear the water. But it wasnt happening fast 
enough so she blew it out herself. The mask immediately began to fill up again. 

Kim! Solly sounded far away. Are you okay? 
She tried to answer but only swallowed more water. The purge valve didnt seem to be doing anything 
and the river was pouring in around the lens. 
Kim, whats happening? 
She cleared out her mask again, tried to push off from the tree. But the tether brought her back. 
The tether. It was fouled. 
And the river had become too strong, or she too tired. She couldnt fight it, couldnt even think about 
making headway. 
stuck Solly was saying. If you can hear me, Im on my way. Hang 
She wanted to talk to Solly, tell him to send for help, to stay away. But she couldnt get the water out of 
her mask, couldnt talk, couldnt even scream. 
She tore it off, disconnected the hose, bit down on the mouthpiece, and sucked in a lungful of air. It 
allowed her to retreat inside her head, away from the rushing river 
Cant stay here. 
She tried to free the tether, get clear of the branches, but every movement was fighting the torrent. 
Solly would be following the tether down. But hed no more be able to survive this than she was. 
Something crashed into her ankle. The current dragged at her, and her shoulders hurt, and she almost lost 
the mouthpiece. She kept one hand clamped down on her belt, holding the tether lest it be torn away; the 
other held the mouthpiece in place. 
Theoretically she could last for days. As long as the converter kept working she could just wait for Solly 
to bring help. But Solly wasnt bringing help; he was coming himself. 
If she did nothing, they would both die down here. Or at least, she would. 
Her lamp went out. 
She tried to untangle the tether from the tree, but it was hopelessly snarled. She made her decision, 
undipped it, and let it go. Then she pushed clear. 

She rose in the torrent for a brief moment, and it slammed her into a wall. Her mouthpiece was torn away. 
The wall had openings, culverts, and she was dragged into one. It squeezed down on her, scraped her 
converter, wedged her into a narrow space. She felt around frantically for the mouthpiece. 
She was jammed in headfirst and the mouthpiece should be in front of her, had to be in front of her, but 
she couldnt find it. 
It was a sluice. A spillway. But it was partially blocked with debris. The converter, which was mounted 
on her back, was caught against mud and concrete. 
She found the mouthpiece, gratefully put it between her lips, and took a deep breath. The air tasted very 
good. But she was fighting panic. 
She would not get out the way she came in, and she.could not squeeze through. As long as she tried to 
hold onto her breathing system, she was going to stay right where she was. 
She tried again to wriggle free. 
How far was it through the dam and out the other side? How far could it be? Surely not more than twenty 
meters. 
She took a deep breath, removed the mouthpiece and released the converter clip. The torrent threw her 
against the straps but she struggled out of them and the river tore her away from the unit, thrust her 
deeper into the spillway. It swept her along, forcing her against walls and rock. She tried to protect her 
face and head. Once, for a few desperate seconds, she was caught again, but the obstruction broke loose 
almost immediately. 
The flood carried her through the dark. She raised her head periodically hoping to find trapped air, but 
there was only water and concrete. 
She crashed into something metallic, a screen, a grate perhaps. She felt her way past it and was moving 
downstream again, reminding herself that the water was only passing through the dam, that the lower 
river lay just ahead. That shed be out in seconds. 
A curious kind of tranquillity settled over her. As if some deep aspect of herself had given up, had 
accepted the darkness and the river. 
And suddenly the pressure was gone and she was falling. 
The fall went on and on. The river torrent turned to mist and she caught a glimpse of the river below, of 
white water and shadows. She gulped down lungfuls of air, straightened out and hit feet first, sinking into 

quiet depths. Then, delighted that her parts still seemed to be working, she kicked back to the surface. 
13 
/ dont believe the truth will ever be known, and I have a great contempt for history. 
GEORGE G. MEADE, 1871 C.E. History is bunk. 
Ascribed to Henry Ford, 1915 C.E. 
It was close at both ends. 
When Air Rescue finally got to Solly they found him pinned against a gate in the powerhouse penstock. 
He had been in the water almost four hours. 
He was not happy. 
Nevertheless he and Kim were both on the scene next morning when police brought up a mummified 
corpse. It was wrapped in a plastic sheath. 
The salvage operation was directed by a tall, dark-skinned, dark-haired official who introduced himself as 
Inspector Chepanga. Tell me about it, he said. 
He wore a black pullover sweater with a rolled collar. His beard was trimmed to a point, and he studied 
Kim with a world-weary attitude, suggesting that he fished corpses out of the Severin with depressing 
regularity. In that age of general prosperity and respect for law, the numbers might actually have run to 
once every few years. 
Its Yoshi Amara, Kim said. Solly was trying to signal her to be quiet, but she could see no point in 
that. She had no reason to protect Tripley or to hinder any investigation that might take place. 
How do you know? How did you know she was here? 
Kim explained about the shoe and the gold, and how they had conducted the search. 
Chepanga listened, nodding occasionally, frowning frequently. At last he looked over at Solly, as if he at 
least should have known better. You two are damned lucky to be alive, he growled, suggesting hed 
have been just as happy if Kim hadnt created a problem for him. 
The body had been weighed down with rocks. There wasnt much left except teeth and bones. And a 
bracelet and a necklace. 

Tripleys place? asked Chepanga. 
Yes. 
He stared out over the river. The trails a long time cold. 
Solly and Kim celebrated their escape from the Severin by treating themselves to lunch in the most 
expensive restaurant they could find. They toasted each others courage and good fortune, and Kim sat 
back to relish the moment. She assured him that he had behaved heroically, even if the rescue hadnt gone 
as planned. She was genuinely touched by this new evidence of his willingness to put himself on the line 
for her. He seized the first opportunity to grumble about her foolhardiness and she admitted shed been 
less than prudent. But there was much that was charming in his insistence that next time hed appreciate it 
if shed try listening to him for a change. She smiled and squeezed his hand and insisted on refilling his 
drink from the decanter. Solly looked at her as severely as he could manage. He was, in his own way, the 
most charming person she knew. Well, maybe not quite as charming as Mike Plymouth. But Solly was 
unique. Toward the end of the meal, one of Chepangas assistants called to confirm it was Yoshi Amara. 
Afterward they returned to the hotel, and she tried to reach Sheyel. The reception wasnt good, trouble on 
the lines somewhere, and her old teachers image, when it finally appeared, lacked definition. It was 
fuzzy around the edges, particularly up around his shoulders, and occasionally he faded to neartransparency. 
Add his gloomy demeanor, and the result was spectral. 
Im sorry, Kim said, the words inadequate as always even though the victim had been dead almost three 
decades. 
Murdered? he asked. 
The police are looking into it. But, yes, Id say thats a safe assumption. Kim had given few details, had 
in fact few to give. 
In a river, he said. 
Im sorry. She didnt know how else to respond. 
Thank you, Kim. I appreciate what youve done. He looked empty. She realized that until that moment 
hed never really given up hope. 
What will you do now? 
Wait for the results of the investigation. 

I dont want to sound discouraging, Sheyel, but with the principals dead, I doubt therell be much of an 
investigation. 
The picture cleared up. Surely theyd want to establish the truth about this, he said. 
Maybe. I have my doubts. 
I see. The image faded again, down to a silhouette. Kim, he said, have you finished? 
You mean, do I plan to pursue this any further? 
Yes. That is what I mean. Because I honestly dont understandcant imaginewhat happened. Ive 
done a lot of research on Tripley and Kane. I mean, Ive looked at everything thats available. I just dont 
believe either of them is capable of murder. 
Those are my thoughts exactly. 
So are you going to continue? 
To the extent that Im able. 
Then I want you to be careful. Yoshis killer may still be out there. 
After all these years? She tried to sound skeptical. You have someone up there with you? 
Yes, she said. A colleague. Solomon Hobbs. 
Good. Stay close to him. 
Chepanga conducted a virtual interview that afternoon. He asked Kim to repeat her story in tedious detail. 
When she was finished he asked why she had become interested in the case. End of the century, she 
told him. It got me reminiscing about the sister Id lost. 
He had clearly hoped for more. He asked Solly whether he had anything to add. 
Solly did not. I was just trying to help a friend, he said. 
How did she die? Kim asked. 
Her neck was broken. 

And what do you plan to do now? 
Well conduct a thorough investigation, of course. Although we have to face the reality that its been a 
long time. A case of this nature Well, well do what we can. He thanked her and blinked out. 
I think hes telling us its over, said Solly. 
He thinks Tripley did it, and Tripleys dead. At least hes legally dead. 
Yeah, thats my guess. Solly fixed her with an odd look. 
What? asked Kim. 
You promised Sheyel youd press on. How do you go about pressing on? 
I dont know. There ought to be something we can do. She still felt exhilarated after her derring-do in 
the river. Whod have ever thought little Kimmy had that in her? How about going out on the town? 
she said. 
Absolutely. He made drinks for them, swallowed his, excused himself, and went back to his bedroom. 
Minutes later he reappeared in a lemon-colored jacket. The new me. What do you think? 
Dazzling. 
Bought it last week. For a special occasion. 
Good. It should put us in the right frame of mind for taking the next step. 
Us? How do you mean us? 
She canted her head and gazed steadily into his unblinking eyes. She was sending out a subliminal call for 
help and she knew it and Solly knew it. I wouldnt put any pressure on you, Solly, she said. 
Of course not. And what, he asked cautiously, would the next step be? 
To find out what happened to the relationship between Kane and Emily. 
They went to a show. Dancers, live music, a celebrity troop of singers, a comedian. The place was 
packed. Afterward they strolled along the skyways, enjoying the fountains and the bistros. 
They stopped by the Top of the World for dinner. But theyd hardly been seated when a text message 

came in from Matt: We understand police found Amaras body in Severin. Some of us are wondering how 
it happens that Institute personnel are involved. 
Some of us translated to Philip Agostino, the onetime physics whiz whod realized his tastes ran more 
to power than to science and who was now director of the Institute. I suspect, Solly said ominously, 
therell be some fallout. 
After the experience in the river, trouble with her boss seemed of minor consequence. Kim ordered a 
bottle of wine far more expensive than she could afford, filled both glasses, and raised hers to Solly. For 
all youve done, she said. 
Later, back in the hotel room, she looked again at the final conversation between Kane and Emily, as the 
Hunter approached Sky Harbor. The lights were dimmed in the pilots room, and they spoke in the casual 
manner of longtime colleagues. 
Thanks, Markis. 
For what?  
For getting us back. I know we put some pressure on you to continue the mission. 
Its okay. Its what I would have expected. 
As always, Markis, it was nice to spend time with you. 
She stopped it there, backed it up, went to get Solly, who was trying to read in another room, and reran 
the line. 
As always, Markis, it was nice to spend time with you. 
Okay. She went to a split screen, Emily and Markis again, from a conversation seven weeks earlier, 
shortly after Hunter had departed St. Johns. Watch. 
Neither spoke. Emily squeezed Kanes shoulder and slipped into the right-hand seat. 
Were right on schedule, he said. 
She leaned toward him, as close as the restraints would permit. Maybe thisll be our time. 
I hope so, Emily. I really do. 

Listen to his voice, Kim said. Watch the body language. 
The two sat several minutes, talking about incidentals. But the manner of it, the tendency of each to reach 
out and touch the other broadcast their mutual passion. Kim froze the picture at a moment when they 
gazed soulfully at each other. 
I dont know, said Solly. What are you trying to prove? 
Inconsistency. 
She replayed the conversations in her mind and stared out at the skyline. 
Let me change the subject, said Solly. The Institute called a while ago. Harveys asked for some time 
off. They need a replacement pilot. 
For? 
Taratuba. 
The black hole near the Miranda nebula. The genesis candidate. The Thomas Hammersmith was 
scheduled to leave in eleven days. 
There was a suspicion, but little hard evidence, that Taratuba had created a false vacuum, had collapsed 
into a new big bang. A baby universe. The event, if it had in fact occurred, would have erupted into a 
different space-time continuum, forever separated from this universe. But theory held that if it were in 
fact happening, Kung Che radiation would be detectable around the hole. It might be a chance to touch 
the fires of creation. To make some progress on precreative conditions. 
Youd be gone quite a while, she said. 
Several months. He looked at her. What do you think? Does it make a problem for you? 
No. Of course not. 
I mean, this thing has lain fallow for thirty years. 
Of course. 
You think theres anything to it? he asked. 
To what? 

As if hed been reading her thoughts: Alternate worlds. A place where you and I are sitting in this same 
room, having this same conversation, except maybe weve figured out whats going on. 
She shrugged. Not my field, Solly. But Id like to compare notes with the other Brandy wine. 
He looked at her for a long moment. I wonder, he said suddenly, if theres a place out there where 
were lovers? 
He blurted it out, as if he had to say it before some prohibition intervened. He looked uncomfortable in 
the wake of the remark, and she knew he would have called it back if he could. 
She took his hand, not knowing quite what to say. Thered always been an unspoken understanding 
between them, a distance created by the knowledge that they would not risk a long friendship to a sexual 
encounter. But there were occasional hints, suggestions from Solly that he wasnt entirely comfortable 
with the status quo. Still, he was all the family she had, and she did not want to lose him. Id hope so, 
she said cautiously, smiling, but using a neutral tone. 
While Solly called the desk and booked tickets on the Snowhawk in the morning, Kim parked herself in 
front of the display and began running the Hunter logs again. Emily and Kane. 
/ love you, the early encounters said, the passion reciprocal. There was no way to miss it. 
And: As always, Markis, it was nice to spend time with you. 
The nonverbal cues were almost professionally correct, no suggestion of sexual tension, no touching, no 
wistful smiles. Nothing. Even the voices were friendly but detached. Pass the coffee. 
Its all wrong, she said aloud. 
If you figure it out, said Solly, stretching, getting up from the sofa on which hed been spread out, let 
me know. Ill see you in the morning. 
Kim put up her split screen again, Kane and Emily from early in the mission on one side, Kane and Emily 
saying goodbye on the other. She ran both sequences forward at normal speed, then backed them up and 
ran them again at one quarter. And then she saw it. 
My God. 
She reversed it and watched it again. There was no question. 
She knocked on his door. Solly. 

He came out with a sigh, securing his robe, wearing an expression of infinite patience. Yes, Kim? he 
said, emphasizing the aspirate. 
She killed the sound and ran it for him. Watch the seats, she said. 
He lowered himself onto the sofa. A table lamp burned steadily beside him. What am I looking for? 
On the left side, the early conversation, the encounter coming to an end and Emily shifting her weight and 
beginning to rise. Kim stopped the picture. 
On the right, the talk also winding down. Again Emily shifting her weight and getting up. Kim restarted 
the sequence, both images synchronized, both in slow motion. In each, Emily flicked the harness open 
with a graceful left hand and used the other to push off the chair arm. 
She hit the pause function. Do you see it? 
I give up, said Solly. 
Look at the seat. The polymod fabric in the early sequence contained the unmistakable imprint of a 
human bottom. On the right, it was perfectly smooth. 
Thats strange, he said. 
They ran other sequences. Whenever anyone sat in the right-hand chair, the seat showed the imprint 
afterward before returning gradually to its own shape. 
Anyone except Emily. Emily on the return flight. 
But outward bound, she always left the imprint. Kim looked at the first conversation on the return flight: 
Cant really expect to hit it right away, said Markis. We have to be patient. 
Weve been patient. 
I know. 
Emily sat silently for several minutes. Then unbuckled. Gotta go. 
Kane nodded as she rose. 

Kim stopped the picture. 
No imprint. 
Tell me what Im thinking, Solly. Youre good at that. 
He scratched his head. Id say that on the return flight were looking at a virtual Emily. 
So the logs are faked. 
Solly took a deep breath. Yeah, Id say so. But a missing crease in a seat isnt compelling. Maybe the 
light wasnt right. 
How hard would it be to do this? To falsify a ships log? 
It wouldnt be easy. You have to get all the visuals right. You also have to make sure the data streams 
reflect the story youre telling. When the Hunter makes a jump, the instruments have to show that. 
Could you do it? 
Fabricate a log? His teeth glittered in the lamplight. Yes. I think I could manage it. Given some time 
and the cooperation of my colleagues. 
So why would they use a virtual Emily? 
Because the real one wouldnt cooperate. 
Or wasnt functioning. They stared at each other. 
It could be, said Solly. Look, no fraudulent log can stand up to a serious investigation. So, if youre 
right, we should be able to show it convincingly. Everything on the visual record has to be consistent. The 
lighting is always about the same, but it changes as people move around in it. Youd have to match that 
up. There are too many details and theres just no way to get them all absolutely right. 
She turned away from the screen and looked out at the city. Kane? 
Oh yes. It would have to be Kane. Have to be somebody intricately familiar with the ship. 
Which brings us to the bottom line: What happened to Emily? 
Lets go slow, Kim. Lets have the lab do an analysis and make sure youre right. 

She nodded, sat down at the phone, and brought up the directory. She was looking for the Customs 
Service office at Sky Harbor. When she found it, she called through. 
A uniformed officer appeared onscreen. Greenway Customs. 
Hello, Kim said. My names Brandywine. May I ask a hypothetical question? 
Of course, maam. 
Arriving passengers, she said. If anyone is supposed to be on a ship, but isnt, youd know, right? 
Yes, maam. They have to pass physically through customs. 
How about crew members? 
They do too. 
You have a manifest, then, and you check everyone against the manifest. And if someone doesnt get 
off 
Oh, Im sorry. I misunderstood you. If a person doesnt get off, we dont really care. Were only 
concerned with people seeking entry onto Greenway. 
She decided to try another tack. Does Customs keep a record of persons debarking from arriving 
vessels? 
Yes, he said. 
Do you interview everyone? 
Not in person. Customs declarations are usually taken electronically. 
If I were on the manifest, and I submitted a declaration, but I did not get off, would you know? 
No, maam. We would not. 
Kim thanked him and disconnected. Im beginning to understand why Emily never got to her hotel. She 
poured herself a drink but only stared at it. She never got off the Hunter, did she? 
We dont know that. 

Solly, whats the penalty for falsifying logs? 
It can be criminal, depending on circumstances. The very least penalty would be disbarment. Logs are 
sacred. 
So its not something youd do without a very good reason. 
You got it. 
All right, let me ask another question. If you created a bogus set of logs, what would you do with the 
originals? 
Sollys brow wrinkled while he thought about it. It would depend, he said. If Id murdered somebody 
and thrown her out the air lock, then Id certainly lose the originals. But if somebody else had done 
something, if my only participation in whatever this is about was as, say, part of a cover-up, then Id keep 
the original logs in case I eventually needed to prove I didnt do the murder. 
Thats exactly the way I see it. Solly, who can we get to do an analysis of this thing? Somebody 
discreet? 
I have a friend, he said. 
In Seabright? 
Yes. 
Take it to him tomorrow, will you? Swear him to secrecy, but see if you can get confirmation. How long 
do you think itll take? 
Hard to say. Depends how busy he is. How much were willing to pay. 
Okay. Make it worth his while. Call me when you get a result. 
What are you going to do? 
Hang around here for a bit. See what else I can find out. She opened a line to the desk and canceled her 
reservation on the morning train. 
14 
Many demons are in woods, in waters, in wildernesses, and in dark pools 

MARTIN LUTHER, Table Talk, DLXXIV, 1569 C.E. 
Of course I remember you. Jorge Gould smiled pleasantly and held out a hand while she watched him 
try frantically to recall her name. Youre the sister of Markis Kanes model. He waved an index finger 
at her as if to say who could forget? 
Kim Brandy wine, she said. I wanted you to know how pleased I was with the Kane you sold me. 
Oh yes. Yes, that was quite a good buy, Ms. Brandy-wine. You did well for yourself. He came out from 
behind the counter and glanced around at the stock. Were you interested in looking at more of his 
work? 
Perhaps another time, she said. There are one or two others that Id like to add to my collection. 
No need to wait. He rubbed his hands together. We have a very liberal payment plan. Which ones did 
you want to see? 
Yes, she said, ignoring the question, Kane does marvelous work. 
He does indeed. Did I tell you I knew him personally? 
You mentioned that. 
So what can I show you? 
Jorge, I dont plan to make a purchase today. I dont like to pile up debt. Buy outright, I say. Wouldnt 
you agree? 
Well 
Im sure you do. She mentioned Autumn and Night Passage, and implied that she would shortly be in 
the market for both. Marvelous compositions, she said. Hes a genius. 
Sometimes it takes time before the world recognizes this level of talent. 
He insisted on showing her more of Kanes work. Candlelight depicted a couple having dinner on the 
observation deck of an interstellar. A candle glitters beside a bottle of wine, thick violet drapes cover the 
wall, and a waiter stands over them with a tray. The couple are handsome and absorbed in each other. 
Above, through a sheer overhead, the orange and red ring of a recent supernova casts an eerie light across 
the scene. 

In Passage, a survey ship is silhouetted against a pulsar, caught in the moment that the stars beam 
sweeps past. 
These would be excellent additions to any collection, Gould said. 
She agreed. How marvelous it must be to have known him. 
Yes. He and I were quite good friends, as a matter of fact. 
I envy you. She delivered a smile of pure innocence. What sort of home did he have? I think when I 
was here before you said he lived in Severin? 
Gould offered her a chair and they both sat down. Yes, he said. Thats right. Thats where he lived. 
My wife also lived there at the time. He repeated the details while Kim listened patiently. Finally he 
asked whether she knew he was a war hero. 
I know, said Kim. Tell me about the villa. 
Gould recalled that the living room had been coldly formal; that Kane had lived in his den, had 
entertained his friends there. Sometimes, Gould said, people hed served with, in the fleet, came to 
town. He shook his head. Kane and his friends knew how to party. 
Its beautiful country, said Kim. He must have had a lovely view. 
He had a deck on the side of the house where you could sit in the evenings and watch the sun go down 
behind the mountains 
They continued in that manner for several minutes until Kim felt ready to ask the one serious question 
shed brought with her. Did I hear you say there was a secret room? 
Secret room? 
Yes. When I was here before, you told me that during his last couple of years there, he sealed off part of 
the house. Wouldnt let anybody see it. 
Oh yes. Id forgot. That was the den. After the Mount Hope business, he stopped using it for guests and 
switched to the living room. 
Why do you think he did that? Was he restoring it, maybe? 
No, I dont think so. He made a face, signifying he was thinking hard. You could see Mount Hope 

from the den. Maybe he didnt want to look at it anymore. Or maybe hed just developed an eccentricity. 
Artists are like that. 
I suppose, she said. He wouldnt let anybody in there? 
Not as far as I know. 
I wonder if it might have been that hed begun to work there? To paint? Or whether hed hidden 
something he didnt want anyone to get near. Like the Hunter logs? 
I doubt it. He had a workroom toward the front of the house. 
Where was the den? 
At the rear. 
You never saw it again after he sealed it off? 
No. Never did. He looked at her and at the two Kanes. Now, why dont we arrange for you to take 
one of these little beauties home? 
Kim had to pay the Rent-All Emporium for both the wet suit, which had been torn, and for the mask and 
converter, which were still in the river. They asked no questions, but snickered at her when she told them 
she wanted to rent a rubber boat and another wetsuit. It would require, they explained, a substantially 
heavier deposit. 
An hour later, in her rented flyer, she lifted off the Gateway pad into a cold gray afternoon and once more 
turned south. For a few minutes she ran above a train, but it quickly distanced her and lost itself in the 
craggy countryside. 
She had not told Solly what she intended to do because he would have insisted on coming. That would 
have been comforting, but she was anxious to have the results on the Hunter logs. And she felt a 
compunction to confront her fears about the local demon. After her experience in the river, she told 
herself, she feared nothing that walked. 
She looked up the train on the schedule. The Overland. Hauling dry goods, electronics, lumber, and 
machinery from Sorrentino to the coast. She liked trains. Always had. Shed have preferred at the 
moment to be aboard one. 
Shed circled the location of Kanes villa on her map of the village. It had been on the north side, in an 
area now in deep water. 

She traced bearings from the Kane home to the dam, to the city hall (which was in fifteen meters of 
water, but whose tower still rose proudly out of the lake), and to a onetime flyer maintenance facility atop 
a low hill that had become an island when the dam came down. 
The river looked cold in the somber light. She glided out over the lake and, minutes later, descended on 
Cabrys Beach. 
The flyer came to rest with one of its treads in the water. She watched the edge of the forest while 
changing into her wet suit. The tree branches swayed gently in the wind coming off the water. No blue 
jay fluttered through that sky; no deer came down to the shoreline to drink. 
She opened the hatch and eased down onto the sand. It crackled underfoot. The wind was cold. She 
turned up the heat in her suit and tugged a woolen hat down over her ears. The sky was heavy and 
overcast. 
She pulled the boat out of the back seat, hit the inflater, mounted the motor, and dragged it into the water. 
It had a transparent bottom. She tossed in a paddle, her flippers, and the converter. And her packet of 
pictures of Severin Village circa 573. She added forty meters of line, marked at two-meter intervals, and 
used a rock to make an anchor. 
She strapped a lamp and an imager to her wrist, and looped a belt around her waist. She attached a utility 
pouch to it, and put in a compass and a laser cutter. Satisfied that she had everything, she launched the 
boat and started its wa-terjet engine. 
The surface was choppy. Although she had a remote, she sat in the rear, steering by hand, headed out into 
the lake. 
She moved onto the bearing with the dam and followed it until the city hall and the flyer repair facility 
lined up. Then she killed the engine and looked down through the bottom of the boat. The water was clear 
and she could see a bench. Nearby lay an abandoned flyer. Beyond the flyer she could make out a group 
of poles. A childrens swing set. The swings swayed gently as she passed overhead. 
The boat rose and fell. 
She saw a house, but it was not Kanes, not the right shape. Her pictures indicated it was probably his 
neighbor on the south, a physician whod performed well during the disaster. 
She continued straight on until she saw what she was looking for: an arched pavilion, a stone wall, a 
Thunderbird house. 
That was it. It had angled wings and courtyards and a long central spine. The roof, with its crests and 
ridgelines, was unmistakable. 

Kim dropped her makeshift anchor over the side and watched the line play out to fourteen meters. Deep. 
She secured it to the gunwale, pulled on her gear, and slipped into the water. She immediately felt safer, 
as though she were no longer exposed. 
She turned toward the bottom and rode down on her jets. 
Gray light filtered through the surface. The water grew cool and then warm again as she passed through 
alternating currents. An eel glided past. She switched on her lamp and a few fish quickly retreated. The 
boat was a dark shape above. 
She leveled off in front of the second floor, eye-to-eye with an oculus window. The interior was thick 
with silt. But she could see a bed, a dresser, a couple of chairs. A fish glided out of a venting pipe, turned 
toward the lamp, and then disappeared out of the room. 
She descended to the front door. It had no power, no knob, no easy way to open it. She passed by, moved 
along the front of the building, found a gaping window, and swam in. 
Her lamp picked out a couch, a fireplace, and a flatscreen in the down position on one wall. This, she 
thought, had been the formal living room Gould had described. 
Amazing. Kane had apparently not bothered to move his furniture when he left, had simply given in to 
the rising water. 
She passed into the central hallway. A staircase rose on one side, assorted chairs and tables were tumbled 
about, and a couple of beams lay in the debris. 
Kim pushed across to the opposite wing. She had to struggle to get the door open. Inside, she looked into 
what seemed to be Kanes work area. A wooden table was turned over, its legs sticking up like those of a 
dead animal. Several rolls of what might once have been canvasses were scattered in the silt. Artists 
brushes lay everywhere, and pieces of an easel. 
She could make out sketches, or parts of sketches, on the walls. Womens faces, mostly. Framed by trees, 
lanterns, a vestibule. But always the woman was prominent. 
They were incomplete, as though he were trying out ideas. The expressions were inevitably wistful, 
melancholy, mournful. No life of the party here. The hairstyles were different, the hair itself sometimes 
cut short, sometimes shoulder length, inevitably in the fashions of the 570s. But it struck her, as she 
passed along the wall, examining the figures in the glow of the lamp, that each was an aspect of Emily. 
Or herself. 

Kims scalp prickled. 
She drew the imager out of her utility pouch and began taking pictures. She tried to record everything. 
She had come hoping to find the original Hunter logs. The possibility suddenly seemed remote, but the 
table had a drawer, so she opened it. It contained only a couple of rags. 
There was a door at the far end of the room, leading to an enclosed porch, beyond which lay a washroom. 
She went through the door, and saw plastic containers and flowerpots on the porch floor. She found a 
medicine cabinet in the washroom and opened it. One of the containers still had air trapped inside. The 
container floated out and rose to the ceiling. 
She went back the way shed come, through the formal living room and on into the far wing. 
She opened drawers, broke into cabinets when hinges wouldnt work. She searched everywhere, and then 
went upstairs and prowled through bedrooms and washrooms. A broken pot or two remained in the 
kitchen cabinets. She was shocked to find several of Kanes trophies in the mud, including the Conciliar 
Medal of Valor, the highest award the Republic had to give. It seemed odd that no one had been here 
before her and claimed the treasure. 
Tora should have it. She wiped it off and put it in her pouch. 
She felt movement in the water. 
And sensed that she was not alone. 
She listened, heard nothing, and surveyed the room for another way out. Shed have no choice but to go 
through the window if she had to, risking the glass shards still jutting out from the frame. She turned 
abruptly, as if to catch someone watching her. But the room was empty save for shadows drifting around 
the walls. 
Dumb. 
It was not at all hard to imagine that the spirit of Markis Kane lingered about the place. Had she been in 
sunlight, shed have smiled at the notion and dismissed it with con-tempt. But down hereThere must be 
a part of us, she thought, thats wired to accept the paranormal. Science and the experience of a lifetime 
dont count for much when the lights go out. 
She returned to the hallway, swept it with her lamp, and started toward the rear of the house, stopping to 
examine a cabinet and a small desk. Shed acquired an escort of fish, long, rainbow-colored creatures that 
moved with her but darted back whenever she turned toward them. She was pleased to have their 
company. 

Another bedroom opened off left. Here the furniture was still more or less in place. Clothing, or possibly 
beddingit was impossible to knowlay in gray piles on the floor. 
She continued down the corridor to the last doorway, which was on the right hand side of the corridor. 
The sanctum sanctorum. 
Its door was closed. 
She pushed on it, gently at first, and then with as much force as she could muster. It did not budge. She 
took out the laser and cut a hole big enough to pass through. 
Within, she saw a desk, a credenza, some cabinets and tables. And a chair. 
She passed inside. 
There was a closet across the room. Drapes covered the wall on her right. Two of the other walls had 
large windows. This window, she thought, looked north toward Eagle Point. The one on her left opened 
onto Mount Hope. She visualized Kane seated in here, watching the sun drop behind that scarred peak. 
What had he been thinking? 
She rifled everything, breaking into cabinets, opening drawers, trying not to spill their contents, as if that 
mattered, searching the closet, which contained more clothes and several unopened packages of sketch 
paper. When shed finished she drifted back into the center of the room, allowing her lamp to point where 
it would. 
The beam touched the drapes. Still in place after all these years. 
They covered an interior wall. 
She thought of the sketches of Emily in the west wing, and the murals Kane had done for local libraries. 
Her converter came on, startling her. It murmured gently as it went about its business of renewing her air 
supply. 
What was behind the drapes? 
She raised her lamp. There must have been something jerky in the movement because the fish 
accompanying her vanished. Kim floated in the center of the room, fighting the natural buoyancy that 
kept lifting her toward the ceiling. She approached the curtains, touched them, tried to grasp them, to 
draw them back. But they dissolved in her hands. She tried again and brought another section away. 

There was a sketch on the wall. 
A ringed world. 
She pulled the rest of the drapes down. 
It was hard to make out in the uncertain light. But the planet was part of a mural embodying a woman. 
Another Emily. No question: her own image, brave and resigned, smiled out at her. She looked as she had 
on the Hunter, wearing the blue jacket open at the throat, her hair shoulder length, her eyes pensive. The 
ringed world was in her left hand. 
And there was something in her right. 
Kim went closer with the lamp, trying to make it out. 
It looked like a turtle-shell. 
She stared at it while the chill from the water crept into her bones. A flared teardrop on an elliptical 
platform. 
The toy warship. 
The turtle-shell vessel from Ben Tripleys office. 
It was the Valiantl 
There was more: Although most of the sketch had faded during its long immersion, the background had 
been filled with star fields andwhat? Roiling clouds? Impossible to be sure. But there, in one corner 
was the unmistakable image of NGC2024. The Horsehead Nebula. 
Horsehead and ringed world and turtle-shell and Emily. All she could think of was Turtles all the way 
down. 
The water seemed to have gotten colder and the suits automatic heating function wasnt keeping up. She 
adjusted the control a couple of degrees, and then started taking pictures. 
The most logical explanation was that the Valiant had been a real ship, and that Kane had once served on 
it. But it seemed unlikely that Ben Tripley would not be aware of that piece of information, would not in 
fact be conversant with every known make of starship. That was, after all, his business. 
She moved in close and peered at the vessel. 

No propulsion tubes. Just like the model. 
What kind of ship didnt have propulsion tubes? 
She caught her breath: Was the bookshelf model a reproduction of a vessel from another civilization? A 
celestial*? The Horsehead was in Orion, and would have been visible along the projected course of the 
Hunter. If there had in fact been contact, Kane and Kile Tripley might each have recorded it in his own 
way, one in a painting, the other by using a tech shop to build a reproduction. Her earlier guess that Ben 
Tripleys model starship was a replica of a vessel from another place suddenly looked quite prescient. 
Something caught her eye, a movement, a flicker, outside the range of her lamp. Over near the hole shed 
cut in the door. A fish momentarily passing through the light? 
She put the imager away, wondering if it would be worthwhile to arrange for a team to come in and 
recover the wall, to bring it out into the sun. The villa had been abandoned, so surely she could do that 
without legal consequences. 
The thought drained away as she became aware that light was coming from the passageway. It was dim, 
barely perceptible, but it was there. 
She shut off her lamp and backed into a corner. Marine life. It had to be: a luminous eel of some sort, 
probably. Nevertheless, she edged toward one of the windows. The frames were jammed with broken 
glass. 
She did a final survey of the room, refusing to be rattled, and was rewarded with the sight of a mug all but 
buried in the silt. When she picked it up and wiped it off, she saw that it was emblazoned with the 
designator and seal of the 376. She added it to the Medal of Valor. 
The illumination grew brighter. A soft green glow, like phosphorous. 
She pushed off the wall and drifted easily across the room, getting an angle so she could look out into the 
passageway without getting too close. 
A pair of eyes stared back. Great, green, unblinking eyes. They locked on her. 
Intelligent. 
Mad. 
She could see no head, only the eyes, floating almost independent of one another just outside in the 
corridor. They were big. Enormous. Too large to belong to any creature that could have reasonably fit 

into the hallway. 
Her heart exploded and she almost lost her breather. She dived back away from the door, crossed the 
room, turned on her jets, and crashed through the broken frame, taking wood and glass with her. 
She made for the surface, thinking, there had been nothing attached to the eyes, no body, no corporeal 
presence of any kind. 
It was dark when she broke the surface. Kim looked around, located her boat, and raced to it, half 
expecting to be seized from below and dragged beneath the water. She hauled herself quickly over the 
gunwale, cut loose the anchor, tore off her breather, and started the engine. 
The boat moved away with maddening deliberation. 
She didnt know where the flyer was. The sky was full of stars but the shore was featureless. She forced 
herself to slow down. She checked her compass and brought the boat around to a southeastern heading. 
Behind her, something snorted. But nothing showed itself. 
When she got close to land she had to cruise the shoreline, past forest broken up by buildings and strips of 
beach. 
Occasionally she saw flickers of light in the trees, moving in conjunction with her as though she was 
being tracked. 
Then her lamp picked out the welcome shape of the flyer. She turned the boat quickly inshore, ran it onto 
the beach, abandoned it, and made a dash for the aircraft. Once inside, she directed the vehicle to take off. 
Where? it asked. 
Anywhere, she said. Up. 
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You should never have done that, said Solly. He was furious. Not alone. You know better. 
Yeah, she said. Wow I do. And: Never again. 

A long silence this time. Then: Kim, it has to have been an eel or something. 
She was still in Eagle Point, in her robe, on the sofa with her legs tucked under her. A virtual Solly sat in 
a virtual chair in the projection area. Behind him, she could see a window and a view of the ocean. He 
was at home. 
It wasnt an eel, she insisted. And it wasnt in my head. And to her everlasting embarrassment, tears 
ran down her cheeks. It was really there, Solly. So help me, it was really there. 
Okay, he said. 
Whatever it was, it was there, and it wasnt human. But the eyes were intelligent. It looked right through 
me. 
Okay, he said. We dont go in the water anymore, right? 
She was swallowing, trying to get control of herself. Right, she said. Her voice trembled. 
Couldnt have been a squid or something, could it? Something that followed you in? 
The lakes fresh water. 
Solly didnt say anything for a long moment. Then: Did you get a picture of it? 
No, she said. I was a little busy. 
So what do you think it was? 
You want to know what I think? Really? I think Sheyel is right. I think they brought something back 
with them. And I know how crazy that sounds, but I know what I saw, I mean I dont know what I saw, 
but it was there, and it wasnt a squid. 
You want me to come up? 
No. Ive had enough. Ill be on my way back in a couple of hours. 
Solly looked relieved. You dont have any plans about going back into the lake. 
No. She managed a laugh. No way thats going to happen. 
What about the boat? 

I told the rental shop where it is. Theyre charging me for the pickup, but thats fine. I dont mind. 
All right. He was visibly relieved. It was a reaction that pleased her. Think about it a minute. How 
could a thing have got past customs? How would it get down in the lift? 
I dont know. Maybe it was inside somebody. Maybe it took over Emily. Maybe thats why they 
couldnt show her on the logs. 
Kim His eyes went briefly out of focus. Whatve you been reading? Do you have any idea how that 
sounds? 
Solly, I dont have any answers. I just know what I saw. 
All right. He was appraising her. Youre sure youre okay? 
Im fine. Sure she was. 
I dont suppose, said Solly, you found the Hunter logs? The real ones? 
She looked out the window. Sunlight glittered on the peaks. It was a normal world out there. No, she 
said. But there is something. She held up one of the pictures of the sketch on the wall. 
He leaned forward. Squinted. My God, he said. Its Emily again. 
She seems to be his favorite model. 
Id say. Whats she holding in her hands? 
Kim produced close-ups, watched him study the planet, and the ship. He frowned at the Valiant. What is 
that thing? he asked. A turtle? 
Its a ship of some kind. Whats weird is that Ben Trip-ley has a model of it in his office. 
The same design? 
Yes. 
What the hell is it doing in the sketch? 
Solly, it might be a celestial. Maybe its what they saw out there. She took a minute to rearrange her 

cushions. I think they came out of hyper near one of the seven stars, and they saw this thing. She shook 
the photo. Weve got to do a search, see if any ship that looked like this has ever existed. Tripley didnt 
know about it, so Id bet not. Anyhow it has no propulsion tubes, at least the model doesntits hard to 
tell with this she meant the sketch. As far as I know everything we make has propulsion tubes. If Im 
correct, the ship is either fictitious or a celestial. If its fictitious, why would it appear simultaneously in 
Kanes mural and as Tripleys model? 
Solly tapped his fingers on his armchair. Why would TripleyKile Tripleywant a model? 
I dont know. Answer that and maybe everything else becomes clear. 
Okay, he said. Another subject 
Yes. 
You were right. The logs a complete fabrication. Or at least, it is from about the point where they have 
the engine breakdown. 
Maybe that becomes the first question. Did they really experience a breakdown? 
Probably. If not, and if there was a contact, it would imply a rendezvous. That seems like stretching it. 
No, I think we can assume the engine problem was legitimate. 
Okay. If what we saw on the log was accurate, would it have been enough to bring them out of 
hyperspace? 
Oh yes. Any kind of problem with the jump engines, you get out before you start monkeying with it. 
Thats SOP. Because if you dont and something goes wrong, nobody ever hears from you again. 
So were making some progress. The logs look good until the problem develops. And the virtual Emily 
shows up at about the same time. 
So whats our next step? Sollys voice got a little deeper, signaling that his testosterone was pushing 
him in a direction he really didnt want to follow. How about if / go up to Severin and see if I can get 
some pictures of the thingee? 
No. It scares me, Solly. I dont want to have anything to do with it. 
Thats not a very scientific attitude. 
I dont care. 

Okay. 
She could see he was uncomfortable, that he thought he should argue a little, maybe even insist on going. 
So she changed tack: Have you decided to take the Taratuba assignment? 
Not yet. Why? Did you want to come along? 
Im going to try to talk to Matt and see if I can borrow the Mac. If I can get it, Ill need a pilot. The 
Mac was the Karen McCollum, one of two Institute interstellars currently at Greenway. 
Why do you need a starship? Where do you want to go? 
I think its time to bite the bullet. 
Youre getting dramatic. What does that mean? 
Find out whether a meeting between the Hunter and a celestial really happened. 
How do you propose to do that? 
Go out and look at the neighborhood. 
Kim He was studying her, trying to make sense of the proposal. Were talking about something that 
happened almost three decades ago 
If they found a civilization, it wont have gone anywhere. 
But we seem to be talking about a ship. We dont think theyd still be hanging around after all these 
years, do we? 
Maybe not. But it doesnt matter. 
Whys that? 
Their traces would still be out there. 
She got off the train at Blanche! Preserve and took a cab to Tempest, home of Orlin University. It was the 
first time shed been back since graduation, and she was struck by the degree to which the town had 
changed. The MacFarlane Recreational Complex looked abandoned, much of East Campus had become a 
public park, and all of the buildings, with one or two exceptions, appeared weather-beaten. 

It was nevertheless good to see it all again, maybe because the old scenes were mundane, laid out against 
the midafter-noon sun, part of a solid, predictable world. No specters need apply. She took comfort from 
it, from the Thompson Astronomical Center, which received a steady stream of images from 
observational facilities throughout the Orion Arm; from the Picacci Building, which housed the student 
center and cafeteria; from Palfrey Park, where shed often done her reading assignments when the 
weather was good. Off to the north in a cluster of trees she could almost see her old apartment. 
And there, at the end of a quiet lane, stood the house in which Sheyel Tolliver had occasionally gathered 
groups of graduate students and other faculty members for lunches and wide-ranging discussions. Never 
look for complexity in diplomatic decisions. With very few exceptions, actions always devolveand thats 
the exact termfrom someones self-interest. Not the national self-interest, by the way. We are talking 
here about individual careers. 
She hadnt believed that at the time, had assigned it to the natural growth of cynicism in an aging 
instructor. Kim had been an idealist then. Now, although she retained a strong belief in the essential 
decency of the average person, she was convinced that those whose tastes run to personal power could 
never be trusted to act save in the pursuit of their own ambition. 
The last meeting of Sheyels informal discussion group had occurred two days before graduation. It had 
been a farewell, and the students had brought the goodies for a change, and had given Sheyel a plaque, 
which had read FOR UNRELENTING ADEQUACY. The reference was to his assertion that the 
standards in their group were so high that adequacy constituted a singular achievement. 
The house was stone and glass, in the Sylvan style, with a rooftop garden and a large bay window 
overlooking a country lane. A portico dominated the eastern side, and a pool occupied the rear. A 
postlight had been turned on to welcome her. 
She recalled standing by the pool at that last meeting, sipping a lime drinkhow odd that that detail 
would stay with herin a group with Sheyel and another instructor and two or three students, and the 
subject had turned to the sorry state of human history: its long catalog of blood, desperation, corruption, 
missed opportunities, oppression, and often suicidal policies. And Sheyel had commented on what he 
perceived as a root cause: 
There is, hed said, an inverse correlation between the amount of power a person has and the level at 
which his or her mind functions. A person of ordinary intelligence who acquires power, of whatever kind, 
tends to develop an exaggerated view of his own capabilities. Sycophants gather. There is little or no 
criticism of decisions. As his ability to disrupt the lives of others advances, these tendencies become 
stronger. Eventually you end with Louis the Fourteenth, who thinks hes done a good job for France, 
although the country he left behind was ruined. 
The front door opened and Sheyel stepped outside. He looked up and waved at the descending cab. She 
waved back. The taxi eased down onto the pad and he came over to help her out. 

Its good to see you, Kim, he said. I cant tell you how indebted I am to you. 
Im glad Ive been able to help. 
They stood in the bright afternoon sunlight, studying each other. He wore a dark blue loose-fitting shirt 
with long sleeves, and light gray slacks. She detected a pallor that hadnt been apparent in the virtuals. 
The cab lifted off. What are your plans for the balance of the day? he asked. Can I entice you to stay 
for dinner? 
Thats very kind of you, Sheyel, she said. I wish I could, but Im on a tight schedule. 
Pity, he said, making way for her to go inside. Kim couldnt remember the details of the furniture, but 
the book-lined walls were still there and the glass doors leading out onto the patio. And the framed copy 
of the Magister Folio, whose principles had formed the basis of the Articles. 
I was reminiscing about the times you had us over, she said. 
He seemed puzzled at the remark, and she wondered if hed forgotten that he used to open his home to his 
students. Yes, he said finally. I dont do that anymore. 
Im sorry to hear it, she said. It was a good experience. 
They have rules now that prevent off-campus gatherings. He shrugged it away. What can I get you to 
drink? 
She settled for a dark wine and they retreated to his study. Im sorry we dont have more answers about 
Yoshi, she said. The police say theyre looking into it, but as I told you, Im not confident. 
She wasnt certain what hed mixed for himself. It was lemon colored but it smelled of mint. I 
understand, Kim. Did you learn anything about your sister? 
She hesitated, not sure what shed learned. Something, certainly. No, she said. Still no trace. 
Are you feeling all right? he asked. I read the accounts. You almost lost your life. 
It was a wild ride, she admitted. 
He sipped his drink. We always wondered whether Yoshi had been injured in some way, wandered off, 
who knew? 

There were two framed pictures of her in the room: one as a child of about four standing outside in the 
patio, holding Sheyels hand; and a graduation photo, displaying all her elegance. 
For whatever consolation it may be, Kim said, it appears she died quickly. The preliminary police 
report had not yet been officially released, and Kim really didnt know whether Yoshi had suffered. 
Nevertheless it seemed like the right thing to say. 
Sheyel gazed at her through watery eyes. Its a terrible thing to be cut down so young. 
Kim said nothing. 
He gazed steadily at her. I take it you didnt just come to see how I was getting on. What have you to tell 
me? 
She looked steadily at him. I have a question first. 
He leaned forward. 
When you originally came to me with this, you told me there was something loose in the Severin woods. 
That if I doubted you I should just go up and spend a few hours in the area. 
Yes. I probably said something like that. 
After dark, I think you said. 
I dont recall the conversation in detail. 
Ive felt it Go look for yourself. But dont go alone. Thats what you said. 
Okay. 
Ive done that, Sheyel. 
A chill settled into the room. And? 
You were right. There is something there. What do you know about it? 
Only that the area is oppressive. I saw lights in the woods a couple of times. There was never anything I 
could lay hands on though. His eyes dropped to the floor. There were some accounts that that was the 
real reason people left. 

How could anyone have stayed in the village? asked Kim. They were taking down the dam. 
They decided not to repair the dam because people were clearing out. It wasnt the other way around. 
His eyes were hooded. Theres a lot of history about it. Check any of the sources. He went to his 
shelves and took down several volumes. He tapped his finger on one with a gray cover and artwork 
depicting a moonlit phantom. I especially recommend this: Kathryn Klines The Specters of Severin. 
The phantom looked nothing at all like the apparition Kim had seen. 
He went through the others, commenting in a similar manner, laying them before her. People tend to get 
overwrought. But the evidence is striking. 
She glanced through them while he refilled their glasses. I was up there several times. This was years 
after Id talked with Kane. The dam was long gone and the place was deserted. Youve been there, you 
know what Im talking about. 
Its disquieting. Maybe because I knew it was connected with Yoshis disappearance. I thought I could 
feel things moving in the dark. The valley scared me. I dont think I scare easily, but that place did the 
deed. He seemed to withdraw into himself. Why dont you tell me what it was you saw? 
Not really anything, she said. Its just very quiet out there. You understand what I mean? 
He nodded. Have you learned anything about the Hunter1? Was there a contact? 
She showed him the pictures. I think they encountered another ship, and I think this might be what it 
looked like. 
He leaned forward, opened a cabinet drawer, and took out a viewing lens. He held it over the images. 
You really think so? he said. The moroseness which had marked the conversation to this point was 
swept away by a wave of excitement. 
Yes. I think so. Theres no proof. Probably not even strong evidence. But yes, I think it happened. 
His eyes widened as he gazed at the mural. Why, he said, thats Emily. 
* * * 
The Conciliar Medal of Valor glittered in the midday sun. Tora Kane held out her hand, took it from Kim, 
and studied it. She read her fathers name from the obverse. Where did you get it? she asked. 
In the Severin Valley. 

Toras mood visibly darkened. You cant leave it alone, can you? 
I thought youd want to have it. 
That depends. 
On what? 
They were standing on the beach at Wheeling Bay, at the same point where theyd talked before. Kims 
hands were pushed into her jacket pockets. The tide was out, and a few gulls patrolled the wet sand. It 
depends on what else you have to tell me. When youre done with all this poking around, are you going to 
be making accusations against my father? 
Do you think he did anything wrong? 
Look, Kim Her teeth bit down on the name. Markis wasnt perfect by any means. He had a short 
temper, and he wasnt very tactful, and sometimes he forgot he had a daughter. But he was essentially a 
decent man, and I know he wouldnt have been mixed up in anything ugly. 
Did you ever see the inside of the villa? 
The one in the valley? Sure. 
Were you inside it at any time after the Mount Hope explosion? 
Yes, she said. I visited my father from time to time. I lived there while I was growing up. When I 
came of age, my parents let the marriage lapse. But I went back when I could. 
May I ask when that was? 
I left the villa in 569. After that I visited occasionally, once or twice a year. 
Did you happen to notice whether there was a mural in the den? 
In the denl No, not that I recall. 
Would you have seen it if there had been? 
Of course. Listen, whats this about? 
Theres a mural there now. 

So what? 
The woman in it is my sister. 
Oh. She gazed briefly into the sun. Well. Its hard for me to see what inference can be drawn from 
that. 
Dr. Kane, my understanding is that your father sealed off part of the house after the last Hunter mission. 
Did you know anything about that? 
Part of the house? 
The den. 
That was his private space. There was nothing unusual about that. 
Did you have access? 
Kim could see her considering her answer. No, she said at last. Not in the later years. He kept it 
locked. 
Did he say why? 
No. I really didnt concern myself with it. And I dont see what business any of this is of yours anyway. 
Kim nodded. Thank you, she said. 
Now if you dont mind 
Im sorry, said Kim. Listen, I know you dont approve of me very much. 
Tora remained silent. 
For what its worth, I admire your father. 
Thanks. 
I dont think you need fear for his reputation. 
Tora took a deep breath and turned away. 

Kim watched her walk. She was reasonably sure she believed what she had just said. 
She had an afternoon engagement next day at the Mariners Club, which had nothing whatever to do with 
boating, but was rather a group of older citizens. The name referred to the members view of themselves 
as persons who had sailed through life, and who had now arrived at safe harbor, and who planned on 
enjoying the time they had left. 
The club seal, displayed on a banner, depicted an anchor and five stars, one for each of the clubs guiding 
principles, and its motto Keep the Wind at Your Back. Kim had taken time to read the guiding principles 
and she wove them into her remarks. They were mundane feel-good truisms, like Always walk in the surf, 
and The only real failure is failing to try. 
The Institute is a lot like the Mariners, she told them. Its about stretching horizons and splashing around 
in the cosmos. And we dont always succeed on the first try. Life is like that. Science is like that. Like the 
Mariners, were not afraid to fail, and in fact thats the way we learn. 
As usual, she played her audience well and when she was finished she got an enthusiastic ovation. The 
emcee thanked her heartily for corning, a number of individuals lingered to ask questions or deliver 
compliments, one tried to ask her out, and the organizations president took her aside: 50 percent of the 
proceeds from the Mariners spring fund drive, he explained, were customarily donated to a worthy 
organization, usually an educational institution. He wanted her to know that he had been impressed by her 
presentation, that the other board members shared his feeling, and that the Institute could expect to be the 
recipient of this years gift. 
It would be no small amount, she knew, and she was delighted to carry this piece of good news back to 
the Institute. 
Matt was waiting. Kim knew it wasnt good news by the general mood in the office. Something had 
happened. She suspected her coworkers didnt know the details, but they felt the bosss tension. 
You wanted to see me? she asked, standing in his doorway. 
Hed been talking to the AI, something about anticipated cost-benefits, and they continued the 
conversation while he waved her in. He managed not to look at her while doing so, but his voice took on 
a cooler note. When hed finished he turned, shook his head in a gesture that suggested he lived in a 
universe that was out to get him, signaled for her to close the door, and without a word started the VR. 
Kim sat down as an image of Ben Tripley took shape. 
This was received about an hour ago, Matt said. 

Tripley was seated on the edge of his desk. He looked unhappy. Phil, he said, apparently speaking to 
Philip Agostino, the director, I asked you to request Dr. Brandy-wine to stop involving herself in my 
affairs. She has now caused a police interrogation, and has unfairly called the character of my father into 
question. Over Tripleys shoulder, Kim could see the forward section of the Valiant. I have to inform 
you that I am reevaluating my support for the Institute, as your organization seems to have too much free 
time on its hands, and a propensity for chasing down discredited rumors. Be advised that if any damage 
comes to either my property or my reputation as a result of this incident, I will regrettably have no choice 
but to seek legal redress. 
It blinked off. 
Want to see it again? Matt asked. 
Yes, she said. But kill the sound. 
He stared at her, taken off guard, waiting for her to cancel the request. When she didnt he reran it. She 
went over to the desk where she could stop it at the point she wanted. 
The director has instructed me, Matt said angrily, to ask for your resignation. 
Tripleys a crank, she said. 
Hes an important crank, Kim. 
She froze the image, Tripley leaning forward, mouth open, index finger jabbed in their general direction. 
Matt, she said, look at this. She tried to adjust the image so theyd get more of the Valiant, but it was 
already full frame. 
Yeah. Looks like a bookend. So what? 
Its a model starship. 
He shrugged. And? 
Matt, Im pretty sure the Hunter did have an encounter with a celestial. 
Kim 
I cant prove it, but Id bet on it. She pointed at the Valiant. And this is what it looked like. 
The model. 

Yes. Look, I know it sounds goofy but Im almost positive its so. 
If its so, why is Tripley keeping it quiet? 
I dont think he knows anything about it. Not about the mission. Not about the model. I think his father 
had it made in one of the local tech shops immediately after he got back. After the explosion, Bens 
grandmother found it at the villa, thought it was only a toy and gave it to him. 
Matt looked as if his shoes were too tight. What evidence do you have? 
She told him about the fraudulent log and showed him the pictures of Kanes submerged wall. She said 
nothing about the vision in the passageway. 
How do you know the log is fraudulent? 
We had it analyzed. 
By whom? 
By experts. 
You dont want to tell me. 
Not really. 
He stopped to catch his breath. Kim, Im sorry. Youre a valuable member of the organization and Id 
have preferred not to lose you, but you dont really give me any choice. I want you to go back to your 
office and write out your resignation. Make it effective thirty days from now. That way I can give you a 
months pay. But dont come back. He stared at her across the top of his desk. You know Id change 
this if I could, but I warned you, damn it. I did warn you this was going to happen. 
He scowled and waved her out of the room. But when she started for the door he stopped her. Kim, he 
said, if you need a reference, make sure its addressed to me personally and not to the organization. 
The words didnt register. Matt, this isnt fair. I havent done anything wrong. Ive violated no 
procedure 
You disobeyed a directive. I told you to stay away from this He stuttered a couple of times and 
waved one hand in a frustrated circle. 
She glared at him. Dont you care what the truth is? 

Okay, what is the truth? Weve got one woman dead and one missing. If Kile Tripley did it, it doesnt 
much matter because hes also gone to a better world. So its not as if were looking for justice. 
You find a bookshelf model and a sketch on a wall and on the basis of that you think somebody met a 
celestial. If they did, why the goddamn hell didnt they tell somebody? Anybody? 
I dont know, Matt. But if theres nothing to the story, whyd they gundeck the logs? 
I dont know that they did. 
You can check them if you want. When you do, and when you find out that what Ive told you is true, 
Id like very much to borrow the McCollum. 
His eyes widened. Youre a remarkable woman, Kim, Ill say that for you. But maybe you didnt hear 
me earlier: Youre not working for us anymore. 
Howd it go? asked Solly. 
They fired me. She had a blowup of Tripleys Valiant 
taped to her wall. 
Goddammit, Kim, I told you that would happen. 
She was trembling, with anger, frustration, with a sense of the sheer injustice of it all. 
Maybe itll blow over, he said. Just sit tight for a bit. 
Give them a chance to calm down until they discover they need you. 
No, she said. I dont think thats going to happen. They embraced and neither spoke. Look, he said 
at last, 
I have some friends at Albestaadt. Albestaadt was a major research facility on Pacifica. I cant promise 
anything, but I 
could put in a word. I think thered be a decent chance. And you could go back to being a researcher. 
Thanks, Solly. Maybe later. Ive got a point to make first. 

Youre going to continue to push this thing? 
Might as well. Ive nothing to lose now. 
You could get sued. Anyhow, what more can you do? Where can you go from here? 
Im going to prove the encounter happened. 
How will you do that? 
The Hunters radio, Solly. It was omnidirectional, remember? With a booster. 
She saw his features brighten. You really think it would work? 
Why not? All we need is the right equipment. 
Sollys eyes met hers. Youll need a starship. I dont guess Matt agreed to let you have the Mac? 
No. Not exactly. 
So How do you plan to manage it? 
I was thinking about stealing it. 
Kim 
I mean it, Solly. Ill do what I have to. 
I believe you would. 
Solly, I cant just walk away from this. If were right, itll be the prime scientific discovery of all time. 
Well be famous, immortal, whatever you like. 
Rich? said Solly. 
Id guess rich beyond imagination. 
Yeah. Well, rich is good. But the risk is a little high. Youre going to have to count me out, Kim. Im 
sorry, but I draw the line at grand theft. Which is what this would be. His features were flushed, his lips 
pressed tight together, his eyes hard. Im sorry. But this is way out of line. 

Yeah. How could she have expected anything else? I understand, Solly. 
How about chartering a ship? Better yet, rent one. Ill pilot. 
Shed considered it. But she needed the specialized communication equipment of the Institute vessels. 
Ill help you pay for it, he said. 
Wont work. We need PAULS. That was the Flexible Array, Unified Long-range Sensing System. If 
somebody did a radio broadcast a hundred light-years out, PAULS would pick it up. 
Kim, he said. Let it go. 
Hyperyacht, Inc., had an assortment of interstellars ranging from sleek executive models to economyclass 
buses. But the cheapest were not licensed for voyages outside the Nine World bubble, and the better 
ones were impossibly expensive. Worse, even if she could somehow meet the cost and persuade the 
Institute to let her have the communication gear, it couldnt be installed. 
She put it aside and went home to stare at the ocean. 
And to send out resumes. They went to a dozen research institutions around the globe, but she had little 
hope any would respond favorably. There wasnt much to put in the Current Projects and Recent 
Accomplishments blocks. 
/ am on the verge of making contact with an intelligent species. 
Sure I am. 
She could have undoubtedly gotten a job somewhere as a fund-raiser, but she didnt want to spend the 
rest of her life pleading for money. Might as well simply retire to a leisurely existence like the majority of 
the population. Accept her monthly government allotment and sit on the porch. 
She took to haunting the shoreline. The beach was especially appealing in winter, and its bleakness fit her 
mood. There was rarely anyone else out. Dressed in an insulated suit, she circled the island every day, 
moving at a rapid clip, stopping occasionally to look at the shells. 
A seacoast is a special kind of place, she thought. Its like the edge of a forest, or the foothills of a 
mountain range, where we stand at the rim of our daily existence, looking out at something quite 
different. Occasionally Kim would stay out past twilight, watching the tide run, letting the night roll into 
her soul. The beach was a sacred place to her, one of those areas where the infinite touches down. 

She was in the presence of two oceans, one of water and one of space-time, and they somehow tended, 
after dark, to get mixed together. Pick the right spot, where the only real sound is the murmur of the surf, 
and it was possible to stroll along the damp sand and feel her blood run in sync with the tides. 
An oceans edge is by definition a meeting place between the magnificent and the mundane. We listen to 
seashells and hear our own heartbeat. 
When she got home each day, there was a message waiting from Solly: You okay? Hows everything 
going? Ive talked to the people at Albestaadt. Theyve got a position for you if you want it. Youll have to 
interview for it, of course, but the fix is in. Ive told them about you and theyre excited at the prospect. 
She responded by thanking him politely: Thanks for your efforts but I dont think so. 
The Moritami Orbital Research Center surprised her by inviting her in to interview for an entry-level 
researchers position. It was conducted at their administrative offices in Marathon and she did well. 
Interviews were one of her specialties. When they informed her shed have to live off-world, she knew 
she had the job. They told her theyd call her and she came back out into the hard sunlight with mixed 
feelings. But the bright side was shed be doing astrophysics again. 
Again. 
Truth was, shed never really functioned within her specialty. 
When she got home, Solly was waiting. 
Howd it go? he asked. 
She wasnt surprised that he knew. The world community of physicists and astronomers was tight-knit. 
Information usually got around pretty quickly. Okay, she said. I think theyre going to take me on. 
He was dressed in seagoing casuals, and wore his captains cap with its anchor emblem. The cap was 
pushed over to one side, an affectation he indulged only in her presence because he knew it made him 
look ridiculous and inevitably cheered her. So you finally got what you want. 
Yes. 
No more fund-raising. 
Nope. 
Maybe this thingll turn out to be a blessing. 

There was something about the phrase, or maybe his tone, or maybe simply his presence. Because 
suddenly she was angry and her eyes were damp. She wanted so desperately to follow the track of the 
Hunter. To find out what was out there. To find out what had happened to Emily. 
Its okay, babe, he said. He pulled her close and stroked her hair. 
Youre getting your cheek wet, she said. 
He held onto her until she calmed down. Then he stepped back and his blue eyes grew intense. Listen. 
He took off his cap, ran his fingers through his hair, and put it back on. Straight, this time. If youre still 
up to it, we can take the Hammersmith. 
She looked at him, not sure shed heard correctly. You talked them into letting us use one of the ships? 
Not exactly, he said. But I guess maybe we could take it. 
Twenty minutes later, she called Moritami. Thanks for considering me, she told them. But Im going 
to be unavailable for awhile. 
16 
So grab up your pack and come on with me And well hop a fast freight to the stars 
BUD WEBSTER, The Ballad of Kansas McGriff, 1998 c.E. 
Do you know, asked Solly, how long it would take to get out into the area where the Hunter was? 
Its forty days, seventeen hours, and twenty-six minutes to the target site. 
Im impressed. Youve done your homework. 
Thank you. 
Now all you need is a means of transportation. His gaze turned inward. If we do this, were putting 
everything on the line. Career, freedom, reputation, you name it. So my question to you is, are you sure? 
Solly, she said. Itll work. I know itll work. 
That wasnt the question. 
Am I sure I want to do whatevers necessary to get at the truth? Yes. Absolutely. Am I sure were on the 

right track? She had to think about that one. But the cold mad gaze of the thing in the water had 
imprinted itself in her soul, where it exercised a dual effect: something had happened out there, and part 
of it has infected the Severin Valley; but she wasnt sure she wanted to get any closer to it. This was a 
truth that shed just as soon avoid. 
And yet. 
Yes, she said. 
Okay then. Well do it. Fortunately the Hammersmith is prepped, groceries on board, water tanks full, 
and ready to leave for Taratuba. 
She watched him breathe. Solly, she said, itll be okay. We do this, theyll get upset for a while. But 
well bring back evidence of a contact. Theyll meet us with a brass band. 
Taking the Hammersmith should have been childishly easy. The Institute was meticulous about having its 
maintenance routines performed early. Solly, whod been assisting with logistics for the mission, had 
already seen to stocking the vessel, so it should just have been a matter of walking on board, powering 
up, passing a satisfactory story to operations, and launching. But Worldwide Interiors had offered to 
redesign the living and working quarters on the Hammersmith, gratis, and several of their people were 
still on the ship when Kim and Solly arrived, twenty-two hours prior to scheduled departure for Taratuba. 
Kim had never before been on the Hammersmith. After a quick inspection, Solly admitted that 
Worldwide had indeed improved the interior. Although there was plenty of room for improvement, he 
added. 
Four workers were laying carpet, installing furniture, and redesigning cosmetics throughout the ship. 
Even the cargo hold had acquired a fresh coat of mahogany paint. 
The Institutes fleet, which consisted of five vessels, was maintained at the Marlin Orbital Dock. Theyd 
ridden over from Sky Harbor in a shuttle, picked up their bags at the service desk, and walked them on 
board, past the Marlin crew chief and a couple of operations people. As Solly had assured her would 
happen, no one asked any questions. 
Shed gotten a look at the Hammersmith from the approach shuttle. It was a reconverted yacht, a boxy 
vehicle with three levels. Living quarters, including the pilots room, were located on the top floor; labs, 
more living quarters and recreational areas were in the middle section; the utility deck, housing cargo, life 
support, and storage were below. 
Engineering occupied the lower two levels at the rear of the craft. 
Whatever ambiance might have existed in its luxury days had later been sacrificed to the gods of utility. 

Despite the new paint and the new carpets, Hammersmith felt like a small hotel that had been let go and 
was now being refurbished for a new buyer. There was something essentially threadbare about it that no 
amount of restoration could hide. 
The hull was crowded with antennas, sensor dishes, and a host of other devices of whose use Kim had no 
idea. Its name and designator were imprinted forward, and SEA-BRIGHT INSTITUTE, in large black 
letters, ran the length of the ship. 
Solly told her to choose any compartment she liked. There were eight dedicated to passengers, each 
designed for two people. The middle units on either side of the hall comprised the pilots room and a 
mission control center. A conference room occupied the rear of the top floor. 
She said hello to a man installing stained panels, and saw several others working in the rec room. She 
picked her quarters, just aft of the pilots room, and stowed her gear. 
Solly was in the hallway, munching toast. How are we doing? she asked. 
He held out his hands in a helpless gesture. Ready to go, as soon as Worldwide gets off. 
Whens that going to happen? 
Hard to tell. They dont seem to be sure themselves. 
Cant we ask them to leave? 
Not without raising some eyebrows. 
She punched in a request for cheese and coffee. How many are there, Solly? Workers? 
Four Worldwide people, plus one technician from Mar-lin. He looked at the time. Theyll probably all 
shut down in a little while for lunch. If they do that, well clear out. 
She looked doubtfully at the food dispenser. What happens if this thing breaks down? 
Solly went into mission control and opened a panel in the back wall, exposing the automated kitchen. 
We can do it manually if we have to. He smiled at her. How about some toast to go with your 
cheese? 
No, thanks, she said. 
We can make twenty pieces at a time, he observed. 

We have enough food for four months or so? 
Have no fear. Well eat well. Ham is stocked for seventeen people for a half-year. His expression 
turned serious. But there is something we should talk about. 
Yes? 
I know were assuming your ideas going to work, and that coming back here with big news is going to 
get us off the hook for stealing this little buggy. 
Itll happen, Solly. She picked up her coffee and cheese. 
Maybe. But my experience is that nothing ever goes according to plan. Especially something like this. 
They crossed the corridor and looked into the pilots room. Three chairs, some consoles, an overhead 
screen, two auxiliaries each left and right. Two big screens which would act as windows in the left-hand 
wall. To be honest, Im not optimistic. I suspect were not seeing something clearly, and I just cant 
believe were going to go out there and accomplish what you think we will. 
Okay. Kim would have liked to have his confidence, but shed known all along that he was skeptical. 
No surprise there. Still, hearing it like this: Had he come simply because she needed him? Itll be there, 
she insisted. 
Okay. Maybe it will. I hope so. But in the meantime wed be smart to develop an alternative plan. 
For what happens if we come back with nothing? 
For what happens if we discover it would be a good idea not to come back. He took a deep breath. 
Look, Kim, neither of us is going to want to face a court. 
Solly, she said, you can still back out if you want. 
If I did, what would you do? 
She stared silently at her coffee cup. 
Right, he said. So Ill do it- 
Thanks. 
No. Not for you. Im not that crazy. But theres enough of a chance that youre right to make it 
worthwhile. I wouldnt want to spend the rest of my life wondering. So Im willing to gamble. But if it 

doesnt work, Kim, I have friends on Tigris. 
Okay. 
Ive made arrangements with them. Just in case. 
She nodded. 
If things dont go the way we want, well retire to a mountaintop on Tigris. They have an extradition 
treaty with Greenway but it only covers capital crimes. So wed be safe. 
The Marlin technician went to lunch, but the Worldwide people broke into shifts and the noon hour came 
and went with no opportunity to leave. 
In midafternoon a young beefy man showed up with his luggage. Uh-oh, Solly said. 
Who is it? asked Kim. 
Webley. Hes a cosmologist assigned to the Taratuba team. They heard him talking in the passageway 
and Solly went out to greet him. Kim followed. 
One of the technicians was pointing Webley in the direction of the living quarters. He wore a selfimportant 
smile and when he saw Kim his gaze swept past her as if she were of no consequence. Solly, 
he said, good to see you. Are the others here yet? 
Solly did the introductions first, and then informed Webley that no one else had yet arrived. 
Webley wore a jacket of the type favored in the Kalipik Islands, white shirt with fluffy collar, dark slacks, 
and a red neckerchief. His voice seemed set quite low so that one had to strain to hear him, but his 
manner implied it was well worth the effort. He had an unkempt red beard, of a slightly different shade 
from the neckerchief. Is everything on schedule? he asked. 
Yes, Solly said briskly. To the minute. 
Good. He adjusted his sleeves and checked the time. May I ask which room is mine? 
Unit eight, said Kim. End of the passageway. 
When he was gone, Solly turned a worried gaze on her. This isnt going so well, he said. We may 
have to cancel. 

Kim shook her head. Lets not give up too easily. She walked down the corridor and passed Webleys 
door. Music had begun to play within. Heavy classical stuff. Vorwerk, probably. Or Benado. 
She needed to get rid of the workmen first. 
The Worldwide crew were still mounting trim, touching up window frames, hanging curtains in the 
conference room, bolting down a table in the rec area, and installing cabinets on the bottom level. The 
one who seemed to be in charge was an older man, a candidate for membership with the Mariners. 
How we doing? she asked casually. 
Were getting there. Were a man short on this job, he said, wiping his sleeve against his mouth. He 
looked overheated. Happens every time. They let something go to the last minute and then somebody 
decides to take time off. 
Whyd they wait until the last minute? asked Kim. 
He made a face. Uh, well, you know, these things happen. His eyes never met hers and she understood 
he was lying. The truth, she guessed, was that no money was passing hands. This was a tax write-off job, 
not high on Worldwides priority list. 
Will you be finished by five? she asked. 
Hard to say. His expression took her into his confidence. If we dont make it, its overtime, you 
know? 
Across the room, the Marlin technician closed a panel and began gathering his gear together. 
Done? she asked. 
Thats it. He asked her to initial his work order. Hed updated the VR equipment. She signed; he 
thanked her and left. 
She turned back to the Mariner and asked what his name was. 
Leo Eastley, he said. 
She put on her best executive demeanor. Leo, you and your crew have done a good job, but were going 
to have to proceed as is. Leave things where they are. Well finish up. 
He looked at her. His silver hair was hanging in his eyes. 

No time left, she explained. 
Whys that? he asked. I thought we had all day. Were not finished. 
We have to run some tests. 
Go ahead. We wont get in the way. 
No, you dont understand. These are precision mass-acceleration tests. The presence of extra people will 
skew the results. 
Youre sure? 
Yeah. Sorry, but we dont have any choice. 
We wont be coming back. Jobs supposed to be finished today. 
Its okay. 
He produced a notepad. Youll have to sign that everythings done and youre satisfied.  
Sure. I can do that. 
Ill make a notation here about what happened. Warranties may be affected. 
She smiled at him. Its okay. We can live with it. 
She signed and initialed the notation. Leo rounded up his crew, and Kim watched them exit through the 
air lock and start up the tunnel. As the last of them vanished, a luggage cart approached. This the 
Hammersmith? it asked. 
It is, said Kim. 
The cart scanned the bags. Where would you like me to put them? 
Where are the owners? 
My last information is, they were headed for Happy Harrys. 
Happy Harrys? 

A cocktail lounge. 
On Sky Harbor? 
Yes. 
Thanks, she said. You can leave it right here. 
In the tunnel? 
Yes. Its okay. Ill take care of it. When she was alone she called Solly. More coming, she said, 
looking at the name tags. Wentworth, Little Deer, Moritami, Henderson. They stopped at a bar. 
They could be here any time, Solly said. We have to get rolling, or forget it. 
Webleys still back there. You want to take him along? 
Do you think hed want to come? 
Not likely. 
Then do something. 
I was about to. Webley was a familiar type. He belonged to the relatively small subgroup of researchers 
who believed with all their hearts that no one had ever seen more clearly into the interior of the atom, or 
whatever, than they had. That nothing in life was of more importance than their corner of scientific 
knowledge and the recognition by others of their place in it. Like children, they believed that they were 
the center of the cosmos. That fact outweighed everything else, and also constituted their prime 
weakness. 
He opened to her knock and gazed at her as if trying to remember who she was and what she was doing in 
his doorway. 
Professor Webley, she said. Were scheduled to run some engineering tests during the next hour or so. 
Its going to get loud, and therell be a fair amount of vibration. 
Oh? They never had to do that before. 
You probably never arrived this early before. 
Oh yes, madame, as a matter of fact, I have. 

Whatever. Were going to have to go through the basic engine shakedown, and it makes a terrible racket. 
I was going to head up to the Domino to get away from it. She inhaled slightly, tilted her head, and 
summoned the most captivating smile she could manage. Id enjoy your company if youd care to 
come. 
Really, Dr. Brandywine, I dont think 
Id like very much to hear what youre currently working on. 
Webleys brow creased. I thank you for your interest, but I really am a bit pressed just now. He gazed 
at her as if she were a recalcitrant child, and then he wished her good day and closed the door. 
She bowed slightly, turned, and left. So much for my charm, she told Solly a minute later. 
He grinned. The temptress strikes out, huh? 
I guess so. He looked annoyed. 
Ham, he told the AI, start the mains. Prepare for departure. 
Confirm, said Ham, in a female voice. 
Kim frowned. They did not want to kidnap this guy. 
The six oclock shuttle is in, Solly said, responding to her unasked question. If Moritami and the 
others are on it, theyll be here any He stopped and pointed at one of the displays. Three men and a 
woman had appeared at the far end of the approach tunnel. Speak of the devil 
Solly, what do we do? 
We need something thatll burn, he said. 
Burn? Why? 
Ask questions later. What have we got thats flammable? 
Starships werent good places to look for combustibles. Clothes, panels, furniture. Everything was 
fireproof. 
Hold on a second, he said. He got up and went into the mission control center. She heard him open the 

panel to the kitchen. Two minutes later she smelled smoke. 
Toast, he grinned. Twenty pieces. Now, go down and stand outside Webleys room. When things start 
to happen, help him leave. 
God, this was going to be one of Sollys finest moments. She started back down the passageway as a 
Klaxon began to sound. The intercom switched on. This is the captain. Theres no reason to panic, but 
we have a fire in the forward compartments. All passengers please leave the ship immediately. This is the 
captain. I say again, we are not in immediate danger. Do not panic 
Webleys door opened and he put his head into the corridor, looked both ways, saw Kim and scowled. He 
was about to say something when he spotted wisps of smoke leaking into the passageway behind her. The 
smell of burnt toast had become pretty strong. 
Were on fire, Kim said. 
For Gods sake, young woman, he complained, how could that happen? 
Lets talk about it later, Professor. This way out. But he turned back into the room, threw open a 
suitcase and started scooping his clothes into it. 
You havent time for that, Kim said, letting her voice rise. And then, inspired: This whole place could 
blow at any time. 
That was enough for Webley. He threw the lid down, hefted the bag under one arm, grabbed some 
clothes, and banged out of the room. Incompetent, he snarled. Everywhere I go, people are so 
goddamn incompetent! 
This way, sir. Kim pointed him to the boarding tunnel. He disappeared into it. 
Outside, an alarm had begun to sound. 
All clear, she told Solly. 
Good. Close the hatch. 
How? 
Let it go. Ill do it from here. Come on up and strap in. Well be leaving in a minute. 
But Webley hasnt had a chance to get clear. 

Is he in the tunnel? 
Yes. 
Hell be fine. The tunnel seals automatically when we button up. Dont worry about it. 
Moments later she slipped into the pilots room and sat down beside Solly. It strikes me, she said, that 
when this is over, Im going to owe apologies to a lot of people. 
Including me, he said. 
Kim got up again and looked at the seat. See. She pointed. You can see an imprint. 
Control, Solly told the mike, This is Hammersmith. We have an emergency departure. Request 
instructions, please. 
Hammersmith, Control. State the nature of your emergency. We just got a report of a fire. 
Negative that, Control. The report resulted from a communication problem at this end. 
What is your emergency? 
Kim reclaimed her seat and the harness came down around her shoulders. 
Taratubas false vacuum has gone premature. 
Kim looked at him, surprised, and mouthed What? 
Wait one, Hammersmith 
Solly, she said, do they even know what Taratuba is? 
I doubt it. Its better that way. Fewer questions. 
She scanned the bank of screens, which provided a 360-degree view. They were free of encumbrance 
save for a forward utility line. All Solly had to do was make the disconnect up front and there was 
nothing to stop their leaving. Why dont we just go? she asked. 
We could hit something, he said. And anyway somebody would immediately call the Patrol. 
Moreover, if we somehow escaped being jailed for theft, it would guarantee my loss of license. 

Hammersmith, Control. Departure is authorized. Data is being fed now. 
Solly acknowledged, watched his array of lamps flicker with the download, and then spoke to the ships 
AI. Ham, disconnect mooring and lets go. 
Complying, said the ship. 
Lets go? Thats all there is to it? Lets go? 
The ship began to back away from the Marlin facility. 
I guess Ive just revealed a trade secret, Kim. And when we get where were going, Ill tell it okay. 
Seriously? 
Seriously, human pilots are only on board to deal with problems. Emergencies. And probably to soothe 
the concerns of passengers, whove never been happy with the idea of purely-automated vehicles. 
Taxis are pure automation, she said. Nobody minds those. 
You know how to fly the damned thing yourself if you have to. 
They were easing away from the orbiter, lining up with their marker stars. Acceleration will commence 
in one minute, said the AI. 
Hammersmith, Control. It was a new voice, deeper, with authority. 
Go ahead, Control. 
This is the supervisor. You are directed to return to the dock. 
Solly. Kim pointed at one of the displays, on which a long ominous greyhound of a ship was moving in 
close. 
I see it. 
They know. 
Sure they know. Our passenger has been talking to them. He opened the mike: Control, we are unable 
to comply. 

Solly 
Ham, he said, proceed with programmed acceleration. 
Proceeding. 
Kim felt a gentle push into her seat as the ship swung around to its heading and began to move forward. 
Well be okay, Kim, he said. 
The push became more pronounced and the station slid off the screens. 
Another new voice, female, irritated: Hammersmith, this is Orbital Patrol. You are directed to return to 
port immediately. 
Hang on, said Solly. Acceleration was increasing. 
We better make our jump, right? 
The jump engines feed off the mains. We need to build more reaction before theyll kick in. 
How much? How long are we talking? 
About twenty-five minutes. 
Twenty-five minutes? That was ridiculous. Damn Worldwide and its paneling. Solly, we dont have 
twenty-five minutes. 
Hammersmith, return to the station or we will take appropriate action. 
Do they have any way of actually stopping us? 
Short of blowing us up? 
Yes. Of course. 
Only a Tursi field. 
The damper. 
Right. It would shut down our mains. But its a bluff. 

How do you know? 
Rev up an engine and then turn it off, just like that, you risk an explosion. Damn near a fifty-fifty 
chance. They wont use it without getting permission first from the Institute. And thatll take time. 
Anyway Agostino would never agree to it. He doesnt want to lose a ship. 
The comm system was crowded with incoming voices: the Patrol warning them again to stand down; the 
supervisor at Marlin insisting they return; and, oddly, Webley, demanding what in Gods name did they 
think they were doing? 
Just relax, Solly said, and enjoy the ride. In the meantime, it wouldnt be a bad idea to tell me 
precisely where were going. 
Zeta Orionus. Alnitak. Or rather, I want you to pick a spot twenty-seven and a fraction light-years from 
Alnitak. She dug in her pockets and pulled out a data disk. Here, she said. Put us anywhere on the 
bubble. 
Alnitak, he said. The easternmost star in the belt of Orion. Why? A guess? Or do you know something 
you havent told me? 
You remember asking if I knew how long the trip would take? 
Sure. You gave me a fairly specific answer. 
Forty days, seventeen hours, twenty-six minutes. Its the total elapsed return-trip time on the Hunter 
logs. 
The bogus ones? 
Yes. But I couldnt imagine any reason why theyd change the elapsed time from the originals. The time 
frame, if its correct, gives us Alnitak. And theres something else. 
She showed him a blowup of Kanes mural. See this? She pointed at the Horsehead. 
Yep. 
Its visible from Alnitak. 
The Patrol moved into a parallel course on their starboard side, at a distance of only a few hundred 
meters. 

Solly shut down the comm system and the voices died. Makes me nervous, he said. 
You think thats a good idea, right now? 
Depends on whether you want to listen to the threats. 
He set the timer to count down to jump status. Kim stared at it, willing the numbers to hurry along. 
They were still several minutes out when the AI announced an incoming transmission from a new source. 
From one of the satellites. From the Institute. 
Itll be Agostino, said Kim. 
You want to talk to him? 
No, she said. Well talk when we come back. When we have something to negotiate with. 
The patrol vessel was still there when power began to flow to the jump engines, and Solly took them out 
of their range. 
11 
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun. 
HENRY W. LONGFELLOW, Kavanaugh, XXI1849 C.E. 
Sollys analysts thought the Hunter logs were accurate to the point where the vessel experienced engine 
trouble. Allow approximately a day or so for Kanes repair work, and that puts Tripley and his party at 
Alnitak roughly February 17 or 18. Those estimates also fit with the timing of the return to Greenway. If 
all thats correct, said Kim, then getting proof should be easy. 
It was now January 28 in Seabright. Assuming February 17 as the base date for the event, for the contact 
between the Hunter and the celestials, and assuming further that radio transmissions would certainly have 
been involved, she had calculated precisely where the radio waves would be at this moment, and had 
derived an intercept course for the Hammersmith. All very simple. 
Theres really only one feasible scenario, she told Solly. They ran into another ship out there. That 
means there would have been at least an attempt at radio communication. 
Youre hanging an awful lot on the fact that the turtle-shell showed up in the mural. There could be 
other explanations. They might have found a ground-based civilization. 

Maybe preindustrial, no lights, no radio, nada. Just torches and the local equivalent of horses. In that 
case 
It couldnt have happened that way, she said. They were seated in the mission control center, chairs 
angled toward each other, drinking coffee. 
Why? 
Alnitaks too young, for one thing. Its not ten million years old yet. So no local life. And it puts out too 
much UV. Millions of times what Helios does. 
Oh. 
Right. It would fry everything in sight. Anybody they ran into out there would have had to be startravelers. 
A survey ship had looked at Alnitak two centuries before. As planetary systems went, it didnt have 
much: one world, a captured gas giant far out in the boondocks. 
Its been a long time for a radio transmission, Solly said. You get a lot of spread over three decades. 
PAULS is a good system, but it might not be good enough to pick up a signal that weak. Or to sort it out 
from the general babble. 
But Kim had spent time with the specs for the flexible array. If its there, she said, well find it. 
They spent the first day housekeeping, arranging their quarters, exploring the ship. Solly was already 
familiar with it, of course, but he enjoyed showing it off to Kim. She wondered whether her initial failure 
to be impressed with the vehicle might have insulted him. But it did remind her of the Institutes Special 
Quarters, where non-VIP visitors were housed. 
They wandered from floor to floor, and he demonstrated the features of the recreational facilities and the 
VR section. They inspected the two sets of engines, the mains, which propelled the Hammersmith 
through realspace, and the Transdimensional Interface, the jump engines. The TDI was small enough to 
hold in her hands. 
Kim was pleasantly surprised to discover that the transition into hyper had come with no side effects. 
Shed never experienced transdimensional flight as an adult. She was aware, as she hadnt been as a child, 
that some people got ill during the jump; that others experienced changes in perspective, that walls 
seemed less solid, that the grip of artificial gravity lessened or tightened, that people claimed to become 
aware of the thoughts of those around them. There were accounts of unearthly dreams and severe bouts of 

depression and of sheer exhilaration. Solly told her there was some truth to it. All interstellars, he said, 
carried a generous supply of antidepressants and sedatives. He had seen people stricken with severe 
headaches, stomach cramps, toothaches, all deriving from no discernible physical cause. But its never 
been more than an irritant, he said. Like seasickness. 
Some of the effects, though, he added, can be eerie. Dreams can be extraordinarily vivid. And Ive 
seen other odd stuff. I remember a woman who thought shed regressed to her childhood, and a man who 
claimed to have seen through to the end of his days. Alternate personalities show up sometimes. One 
elderly passenger swore shed become possessed. Another insisted hed been followed on board by a 
werewolf. 
A werewolf? 
Sollys blue gaze locked on her. You havent been seeing anything out of the ordinary, have you? 
Im fine, thanks. She was quietly proud of herself. 
Tell me about Alnitak. 
Kim pushed back in her chair. Its a class O. Pretty hot, about thirty-five thousand times as bright as 
Helios. 
Wear your sunglasses. 
Id say. It has two companion stars, both a long way out, but close enough to ensure that planets will 
probably never form. Or if they do, that theyll be unstable. 
But you said there is a planet. 
Captured, she reminded him. 
Alnitak. He tasted the word. 
From the Arabic for girdle. 
They took over the briefing room for their first onboard dinner and put out a few candles. The windows, 
had they been real windows, could have revealed nothing other than the glow of the ships running lights, 
had Solly chosen to put them on. Instead he programmed a view of the Milky Way as it would have 
appeared to an approaching intergalactic vehicle. 
The meal itself was quiet. Solly usually carried more than his share of the conversation, but he had little 

to say that evening. The candles and the wine and the galactic disk provided an exquisite atmosphere. The 
food was good. Yet Kim felt the weight of her decision, and worried that she might be wrong, that she 
might have overlooked something, that she might have destroyed Sollys career. And her own. They were 
probably swearing out warrants at this moment. I wish, she said, that I could come up with any kind of 
explanation why they would have kept it quiet. I mean, contact would be the story of the age. 
Dont know, said Solly. 
She looked up from a piece of corn. Weve more or less assumed that everybody feels the same way 
about celestials that we do. That everybody wants to find them if theyre out there. Except maybe Canon 
Woodbridge and probably the Council. But there might be a lot of people whod prefer the status quo. 
Whod just as soon we not discover that we have company. 
Sollys face was framed by the candles. Im one of them, he said. 
Youre kidding. 
I never kid. Look, Kim, life is pretty good right now. We have everything we could possibly want. 
Security. Prosperity. You want a career, its there. You prefer lying around the beach for a lifetime, you 
can do that. What can celestials give us that we dont already have? Except things to worry about? 
It might be a way to find out who we are. 
Thats a cliche. I know who I am. And I dont realy need philosophy from some thing that may in fact 
look on me as a potential pork chop. Theres a real downside with this, especially considering your 
experience in the Severin. And Im sorry, but I cant see much upside. For you and me, maybe, if this 
pays off. But I think the human race, in the long run, would not benefit. 
She pushed back from her food and stared at him. Considering how you feel, I cant understand why you 
came. 
Kim, if theyre out there, then its just a matter of time before we meet them. I dont like it, and Id stop 
it if I could. But it has the feel of inevitability about it. If it happens, itll be a big moment. Id just as soon 
be there. And were probably better off if we know its coming. 
Hunter instinct, said Kim. 
How do you mean? 
Hide in the bushes. Kill or be killed. Are those the kind of conditions you really think would exist 
between interstellar civilizations? 

Probably not. What I said was, it could happen. And since things are pretty good right now, I cant see 
why wed want to change anything. Why take chances? Leave well enough alone. 
Solly, why do you think we went to Mars? 
He dipped a roll into his soup, bit off a piece, and chewed it thoughtfully. We went to Mars, he said, 
because we recognized that exploitation of the solar system would have long-term economic benefits. 
You really think that was the motivation? Long-term economic benefits? 
Its what the history books say. 
The history books say Columbus headed out because he wanted to establish trade routes to India. 
Last I heard, that was the explanation. 
It was a cover story, Solly. It was intended to help Isabella make the right decision. To hock her jewels, 
have an argument ready for her councilors, and at the same time to follow the call of her DNA. 
The call of her DNA? He looked amused. You always did have a talent for poetry, Kim. 
She waited patiently while he finished his wine. 
So, he asked at last, patting his lips with his napkin, what was the call of her DNA? 
It wasnt trade routes, said Kim. 
So what was it? 
Outward bound, she said. Exploration. To set foot, either in person or by proxy, in places that have 
never been seen before. 
I hear what youre saying, said Solly. But weve done that. Weve set foot in a lot of places over the 
last few centuries. Whats that have to do with celestials? 
Weve accepted the notion were alone. 
We probably are. Solly reached for the decanter and refilled their glasses. Maybe theres somebody 
out there somewhere, but theyre probably so far away itll never make a difference. Yes: for practical 
purposes, I think we can proceed as if were alone. 

The problem with that, she said, is that weve become complacent and self-satisfied. Bored. Were 
shutting down everything that made us worthwhile as a species. 
Kim, I think youre overstating things. 
Maybe. But I think we need something to light a fire under us. The universe has become boring. We go 
to ten thousand star systems and theyre always the same. Always quiet. Always sterile. 
Is that why Emily was on the Hunter! Is that the way she felt? 
Yes, said Kim. She tried to explain herself to me when we used to go down to the beach. 
You remember that! 
She asked me if I knew why ships always traveled along the coast? Why they never put out to sea? 
Oh, said Solly. It was because there was nothing there. Just water for thousands of kilometers, until 
youd rounded the planet and arrived at the western side of Equatoria. Back where you started. 
Thats where we are, Solly. On the beach, looking out at an ocean that doesnt go anywhere. As far as 
we know. Her eyes slid shut. But if theres really nowhere to go, I dont think we have much of a 
future. 
After dinner they watched On the Run, an irreverent chase comedy in which several unlikely characters 
discover theyre clones of some of historys arch criminals and find themselves the targets of a desperate 
manhunt. An interactive version was available, but they were both tired and satisfied just to sit and watch. 
She fell asleep toward the end and woke after midnight, alone in the room. The projector had shut itself 
off, Solly had apparently gone to bed, and she sat for a time staring at the Milky Way. 
For meals, they eventually took over the mission control center. It was small and consequently more 
intimate than the dining area. They spread a tablecloth over one of the consoles and discovered it worked 
very nicely. 
Solly varied the views in the windows. Sometimes she looked out at star fields or at generated worlds, 
sometimes at waterfalls or a mountainscape or even downtown Seabright. 
Whats it really like outside? she asked. 
Utterly black, he said. No stars, of course. Ships lights seem to lose some of their intensity. 

Anybody ever actually been outside during hyperflight? 
No, Solly said. Not that I know of. 
There was no sense of movement in this environment, which seemed more like a condition than a place. 
Seven weeks to Alnitak. It would be a long time to spend cooped up with a single person. Even Solly. 
Vessels traveling in hyperspace were completely cut off from the outside world. They could receive no 
sensor information, no communications, no data of any kind. Nor could they transmit. Solly could have 
brought them out to satisfy their curiosity as to whether the Taratuba mission had got off okay. He 
thought theyd have used the Mac. And they were curious whether the theft of the Hammersmith had 
been made public, whether the Institute was trying to communi-cate with them. But it would have taken 
time, theyd have had to adjust the clocks, and Kim would have had to correct the program to get the 
calculations right for the intercept. So they let it pass. 
One of the more curious aspects of hyperspace was that time seemed to run at an indifferent rate. 
Timekeeping devices on a transdimensional flight always had to be reset later. Sometimes forward, 
sometimes back. No one knew why this was so, but fortunately the differential was never more than a 
bare fraction of a percent, so that it did not unduly interfere with navigation. This was essential because 
TDI flights could navigate only by dead reckoning. 
They fell quickly into a routine. They ate breakfast whenever they got up, and took their other meals at 
regular hours, ending with a late-night snack. Kim read through the mornings, a wide diet that included 
political and scientific biographies. She devoured two classics that shed been meaning to get to since 
college: Blackmans Beyond Pluto, an account of the cultural changes which flowed from the penetration 
of distant systems; and Runningwaters Narrow Horizons, a history of the decline and eventual collapse 
of organized religion. She added some novels and some essays. And, of course, she read extensively in 
her specialty. 
After lunch during the early days of the flight they often played chess, but Solly won all the time so they 
gave that up and substituted poker, with three or four virtual opponents. And they participated in virtual 
seminars with Julius Caesar, Isaac Newton, Mikel Kashvady, and other classic personalities. One of the 
highlights of the early weeks came from watching Henry Mencken and Martin Luther talking past one 
another. 
On the sixth day out they tried a Veronica King interactive, The Laughing Genie. Kims taste ran to the 
King adventures because they were much more than whodunits. Rather, the emphasis was on solving 
puzzles in which crimes may or may not have occurred. When a victim died, she was inevitably in a 
locked room, or asleep under the watchful eye of a security system that detected no perpetra-tor. In The 
Laughing Genie, an archeologist has spent a lifetime looking for the tomb of Makarios Hunt, the second 
century Numian dictator and mass murderer; he finds it; but uses explosives to reseal it and refuses to tell 
anyone its location, or what he has seen. 

They enjoyed it so much that the following night they tried The Molecular God, the story of a physicist 
who comes into possession of the lost diaries of Embry Sickel, whose work led to the development of the 
jump engine. The physicist, now in possession of an exceedingly valuable historical document, proceeds 
to burn it and apparently leaps from a seventh-floor office. 
In each case, witnesses and documents are made available to the detectives, played, of course, by Kim 
and Solly. They switched the roles back and forth. Kim particularly enjoyed portraying the giant 
bodyguard Archimedes Smith. 
They spent much of their time lounging in virtual environments. Kim preferred artscapes, settings that 
never existed and never would, where colors and images assumed impressionist designs, where fountains 
floated in midair and sprayed tactile light into azure skies. Solly was more conservative: he liked 
seascapes, mountains, and had a special taste for the Egyptians, favoring pyramids and the great temple 
from the Valley of the Kings. Sometimes the temple was portrayed as a rain; sometimes it was seen as it 
appeared during its glory days. 
Neither was inclined to be alone, but since Solly tended to lose his color among Kims abstractions, she 
gave in and settled for the more mundane surroundings. 
She had plenty of time to think, and she spent much of it trying to persuade herself that shed done the 
right thing. She fretted over Solly, and came to realize that she desperately wanted him not to come to 
grief because of her. 
She owed him a considerable debt. Hed helped her through some bumpy times, including the loss of the 
only man shed ever thought she loved. Hed gone off with an accountant, leaving her a note wishing her 
a good life. Kim un-derstood now that the relationship would never have worked, but the experience, 
even after several years, still gnawed at her. Solly and his then-wife Ann had almost adopted her during 
that period. 
Later, when Ann chose not to renew, Kim had been there when he needed to talk, and had even fixed him 
up with friends. 
They had a lot of good memories and prided themselves in thinking they were closer, in many ways, than 
most lovers. Theyd celebrated together, supported each other, and enjoyed one anothers victories. When 
Kims wildeye team had won an amateur championship two years earlier, Solly, who was bored silly by 
team sports, had been in the stands. 
Theyd grown closer after Ann left. But there was a line between them, and they both respected it. 
But Kim had begun to fantasize about Solly. And one evening, midway through the third week, she 
decided the time had come to make an offer. 

It was her turn to choose the evenings entertainment. She selected Raven, a historical romance set in 
Equatorias second century, when law, order, and civilization had all broken down. The Raven was a dark 
jewel, supposedly a relic from an unknown and possibly nonhuman technology, which falls into the hands 
of Clea, a young woman who must transport it through a host of perils to present it finally to its rightful 
owner. She is pursued by all manner of pirates, scavengers, corrupt government officials and, most feared 
of all, the bandit chief Aranka. 
The program incorporated a nudity selector, which Kim set at a modest level. When they were ready, 
when the drinks had been poured and the snacks set out, she started the entertainment. 
Clea of course wore Kims appearance. Was Kim. 
She has just rented a flyer and is preparing to cross a rain forest on the last leg of a trip home when a 
wounded man staggers out of the trees barely ahead of a mob of pursuers. 
The pursuers have guns and are blazing away. The fugitive sees her and turns in her direction. Clea is his 
only chance. 
She hesitates and throws open the hatch. He leaps on board in a hail of lasers. The flyer bucks but lifts off 
and they are away. 
But the man is bleeding profusely. 
Clea examines him and sees quickly that hes dying. She does what she can. In the meantime, another 
flyer takes off in pursuit. In a spectacular sequence, she leads it into a tunnel where an oncoming train 
takes it out. But the aircraft has also suffered damage and is forced to land. 
What happened? she asks her passenger when they are on the ground. What did they want? 
He produces the Raven. Minutes later he is dead and she detects movement in the trees around her. She 
hides the artifact under a seat. Nomads emerge from the woods and take her prisoner. 
They talk of selling her into slavery. Clea tries to win the favor of her captors by performing a torrid 
torchlight dance. It is this sequence which had prompted Kim to select Raven. The viewer never quite 
gets a good look at the dancer: everything is firelight and shadow, tempo and drum. Passion and 
temptation. 
While her doppelganger writhed and spun, Kim sat back with a mix of satisfaction and nervousness. It 
was, after all, not very subtle. If Isabellas DNA had opened the way for Columbus, hers was now 
performing a similar service for Solly. A smile formed on her lips: the eternal female, real or virtual, 
civilized or barbarian. The game never changes. 

Solly watched the shadow play, but kept his eyes averted from her. 
He knew of course what was happening and it was evident he was trying to play his own game, 
pretending to be objectively amused by the scenario. But she saw the tension in his face. 
She lost track of the narrative at this point. The entire worldcurious that she would think in that term, 
given that the entire world, in this reality, consisted exclusively of the interior of the Hammersmiththe 
entire world squeezed down to Sollys eyes, narrowed, looking straight ahead, aware of her all the same. 
I dont think, he said finally, still avoiding her glance, this is a good idea. 
She let almost a minute pass. They might have been frozen in place, illuminated only by the flickering 
glow of the VR. Okay, she said at last. Whatever you think. 
Solly touched the remote and shut down the projector. The room went dark save for the soft glow of 
security lights along the base of the wall. 
Nobody moved. 
Kim. His voice was low and seemed to come from far away. I think I love you. 
And there it was: finally out in the open. 
She got up and stood before him, entwined her arms around his neck and drew him to her. 
Ive always loved you, he said. 
I know. It was what made the moment particularly frightening. And particularly joyful. 
He pulled her down beside him. Their lips brushed lightly, withdrew, came back. This wasnt supposed 
to happen, she said. 
She could feel his heart beat. Or maybe it was hers. It was getting hard to tell. 
His cheek was hot against hers and she clung to him, reveling in the passion of the moment. She felt him 
shudder. But he still seemed tentative. 
Its okay, Solly, she said. 
Inhibited by the behavior pattern of more than a decade, he drew just far enough away to look at her. Im 
not sure about this, he said. 

Be sure. She took his hand and placed it against her breast. 
The bunks were not portable, nor were they big enough to accommodate two people, so after the first 
couple of nights, which were spent in a tangle on the floor of the rec room, they retreated to their 
individual quarters after their passions had been satisfied. Ham, Solly remarked, had not been designed 
for lovemaking. 
Kim found the arrangement eminently unsatisfactory. Solly agreed and removed the mattresses from two 
of the beds, added some cushions, took over a third compartment, and turned it into their sleeping room. 
It worked quite well. 
As one might expect, morale on the spacecraft soared. Solly revealed to her, under prodding after an 
offhand remark, that in his view shed spent much of the first week in a general funk. Reviewing her 
moods, she realized it was probably true. Despite his presence, shed felt alone because it was she who 
had pushed the project, she who had insisted it was worthwhile to hang their careers out to dry. She who 
would bear the responsibility if they found nothing. And then she had learned that Solly thought it would 
be better if the mission failed. 
Well, now at least Solly had come on board. So to speak. 
Kim began to think of those days as the happiest of her life. By the end of the fourth week, she was 
wondering how she could possibly have waited so long to take him. 
At midnight on the thirty-second day of the voyage, February 30, the second nova would be triggered. If 
we get lucky, she said, Beacon will be obsolete before theyve blown Ozma. Ozma was scheduled to 
be the last star in the series. 
Despite the exhilaration that came with giving herself free rein with Solly, she had begun to develop an 
irritation at being cut off from the outside world. It isnt just the newscasts, she explained. Its like 
being in a cocoon. 
You need more candlelight and music, Solly said. Its probably the same effect that causes 
hallucinations in the liners. There, its less pressing because there are a thousand or so people on board. 
They run casinos and gossip shows and all kinds of things like that, but even then the sense of extreme 
solitude affects people. Here there are only the two of us. 
I recall, Kim said, reading an account once about a woman stranded on a world for three months 
before help came. She had all she could do to stay sane, knowing she was the only person on the planet. 
Solly nodded. 

Do you feel it? she asked. 
Sure, he said. The ship has echoes. Its like an old house. But look, if its getting to you, we can jump 
back into realspace and at least talk to somebody. You could ask Phil Agostino how hes doing. 
How long would that take? To talk to somebody at the Institute? 
Several days for the transmission to make the round-trip. 
Not really worth it, is it? 
It is if you need to do it. 
No, she said. Lets keep moving. 
That night, at midnight, they toasted the Beacon Project. They did it with mixed drinks and crystal glasses 
that Kim had brought aboard, and Solly expressed his fervent hope that, when the light from the novas 
reached Greenway in several centuries, people would still remember Kim Brandy wine. 
She blushed. Why me? 
It would be a reminder of a time when the human race thought it was alone. Before Brandywine opened 
the door. 
Ill drink to that, said Kim, refilling both glasses. 
Ive something more important for you to drink to. 
She laughed and put down her glass and kissed him and rubbed her breasts against him, warming to see 
the light come into his eyes. What could be more important? 
Kim, he said, I know this is a special circumstance, and I dont want to read more into it than whats 
there. But I want you to know that, when we go home, wherever we go from here, Im not going to want 
things to go back to being the way they were. 
It was the moment shed both feared and hoped for. I dont think we ought to make any decisions like 
that out here, she said. 
Why not? Or is that a noT 
They were sitting on their impromptu bed, both in underclothes. A Nelson adventure was running, full

masted naval warships blazing away at one another. Theyd turned off the sound and reduced the images 
so that the vessels simply floated in the middle of the room. 
No, it isnt. I just dont think we should rush into this. She wondered why she was saying something so 
at odds with what she was feeling. 
Okay, he said. 
Solly, lets let it go for now. Enjoy what we have. 
Okay. He looked unhappy. 
I mean, hey, how longs Ann been gone? 
Seven years. 
Thats how long you waited to make your move. She was surprised at her own sudden anger. Where 
the hell had that come from? 
Solly said nothing for several moments. Then he excused himself and left the room. 
Goddamn it. A lovers quarrel. 
It hadnt taken long. 
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We could never know who we truly were until we heard the whispers of the stars. 
CHANG WON To, Mind and Creation, 404 
Never go to bed angry. 
They slept together that night as they had every night since Raven. But the lovemaking was perfunctory, 
reserved, cautious. One might almost say politic. 
Are you okay? she asked, when theyd finished and lay quietly, aware that the tension had not eased. 
Im fine. 
No, youre not. Solly, I dont want you angry with me. 

Im not angry. 
And so it went. The odd thing was shed never seen him this way before. Shed known him to sulk, to 
take offense, and even on occasion to turn cold. But there was something deeper here, a degree of 
resentment that both surprised and hurt her. 
It might have been that he also regretted the lost years, and that he was holding her responsible. Being 
bottled up in the ship didnt help. Everything was too closed in. There was too much solitude. 
In the morning things were better. He apologized and agreed that of course they should wait, should not 
rush into commitments that maybe neither of them was ready to keep. 
During the days that followed they supplemented their impassioned evenings by creating love by proxy, 
staging romances in which their alternate selves indulged in exotic exploits. But only with each other. No 
outsider was permitted to join the party. 
The climax of the first phase of the flight came during the late afternoon of March 7, the thirty-ninth day. 
The Hammersmiths automatic systems warned them that transition into realspace was imminent. Theyd 
been waiting in mission control, drinking coffee, full of anticipation for the hunt. 
Five minutes, said the AI. 
Kim brought the harness down over her shoulders. 
Zero hour, said Solly. Good luck. 
The ship was always alive with the sound of power, of ongoing maintenance, of life support, of the 
engines even when they were in an inactive mode, which was most of the time. Kim had quickly become 
inured to it and heard it only when she deliberately listened for it, or when the tone changed. Now, as they 
approached their destination twenty-seven light-years off Alnitak, the jump engines began to build and 
power flowed through the walls. 
Kims eyes drifted shut. She imagined herself going home with the evidence, showing Agostino proof 
that an encounter had taken place, calling press conferences, accepting the congratulations of the world. A 
thousand years from now people would still speak in hushed tones of the flight of the Hammersmith. 
The real challenge, she suspected, would be to create a second meeting. 
It all seemed very promising, and she was luxuriating in the glory to come when the jump engines took 
hold and they crossed back out into realspace. 

Okay, said Solly. Thats it. Weve arrived. He brought the forward view up on the overhead screen. It 
was filled with stars. 
Time to get to work, she said, so anxious she could scarcely contain herself. 
He reached over and clasped her hand. We should have thirty hours or so before the signal will be 
arriving here. But since we cant trust the clocks, lets get to it. 
Constellations tend to dissolve when one moves a considerable distance toward them. Stars that appear in 
home skies to be close to one another are seldom so in reality. But Orions Belt was a brilliant exception. 
Its three superlumi-nous components remained in their classic relationship to each other, except that here, 
at a range of less than thirty light-years rather than the approximately fifteen hundred across which 
humans customarily saw them from Green-way, they dazzled the eye and utterly dominated the night. 
Mintaka, The Belt, is the westernmost. Its officially Delta Orionus, the least brilliant of the three, with 
a luminosity 20,000 times that of Sol or Helios. It has a relatively dim companion, not visible at this 
range, which orbits at about half a light-year. 
Epsilon Orionus, in the middle, is also known by its Arabic name Alnilam, Belt of Pearls. Its luminosity 
is twice that of Mintaka. A haze surrounds it, caused by the irregular nebulous cloud NGC 1990, glowing 
in the way that cloudy skies do when they reflect light from cities. 
And finally, on the east, Zeta Orionus. Alnitak. 
The Girdle. 
She watched it move to center screen in the mission control center as the Hammersmith turned toward it. 
Alnitak too had collected a haze, contributed by the Flame Nebula and the emission nebula IC434. 
We are on course toward Alnitak, said the AI. And accelerating to thirty-four kilometers per second. 
Very good, Ham, said Solly. 
The ships normal operating antennas locked on the giant star. Others emerged from wells around the hull 
and lined up along the central axis. 
It really amazes me, said Kim. 
Whats that? 
Id always thought of the ships captain bent over consoles, punching buttons, making adjustments, 

doing stuff. 
You could sit here with a good book and nobodyd know the difference. 
Weve got good public relations, he said. Maybe you should think about going to work for the pilots 
association. 
The engines shut off and they began to coast. 
Acceleration complete, Solly, said the AI. 
All right, Ham. Launch PAULS. 
Twin ports that had originally been designed to accommodate probes ejected a pair of communications 
packages. Eleven minutes later a second pair were launched. And then a third, until sixteen of the devices 
had been released. 
They waited several hours while the packages arranged themselves into a vast field, aimed at the target 
star. Then they unfolded, one at a time, great white blossoms opening up. 
Kim never left the mission control center during the deployment, save for a couple of trips to the 
washroom and a quick meal. At around eleven P.M., Ham announced that PAULS had come online. They 
now had a radio dish whose effective diameter was roughly equivalent to that of the orbit of Greenways 
outermost moon. 
Solly smiled at her. Do you want to give the command? 
Oh yes, said Kim. Ham, activate PAULS. 
Lamps blinked on. PAULS activated. 
A storm of low-volume static spilled out of the speakers. 
An auxiliary screen on Kims right powered up. The system ID blinked on and stipulated it was working. 
Activate program search, said Solly. 
Activated. The static volume lessened. 
Now what? she asked. 

He looked up at the overhead monitor, which was locked on Alnitak, and increased magnification until 
the star became a disk. We wait, he said. 
She diverted the input to her earphones and listened for a few minutes. The void was alive with radio 
waves, a cacophony of whimpers and squeals and murmurs, the fading shrieks of stars plunging into 
black holes, the staccato clatter of pulsars, the murmur of colliding hydrogen clouds. The 
PAULS search program would sort out anything that might be a coherent signal. If Hammersmith 
succeeded in picking up a broadcast from the Hunter (or by wild chance from something else), the AI 
would immediately sound an alarm. 
Solly instructed Ham to kill the sound. 
Kim wondered about the range of possibilities, whether they might not be able to travel one day to remote 
places and collect historically significant radio broadcasts. Of course, theyd have to get closer to home. 
At fifteen hundred light-years from Greenway, and sixteen hundred from Earth, no radio transmissions 
would yet have reached this far. It was fascinating to think what they could see if they had a telescope 
capable of looking at Earth, where at this relative moment Henry VI sat on the British throne and Joan of 
Arc was a schoolgirl. 
Solly got up. Thats as much as we can do for now. Want to go back to the workout room for a while? 
She was surprised he was willing to walk off at a time like this, even though the high-probability period 
was still hours away. No, she said, I think Ill hang on here. 
She was still there when he came back two hours later with sliced beef and fruit. 
They lay awake talking long through the night, listening for the alarm. Now that they were here, on 
station in a place where she could see countless stars, clouds of stars, but no sun, she lost confidence. 
Silly to do that: shed checked the math any number of times; the equipment was equal to the task; 
physical law was very precise about how radio waves traveled in a vacuum. But Hunter seemed so long 
ago, in human terms. And what evidence did she really have other than Kanes sketch and a bogus set of 
logs? 
Solly, whod lived all his life in a star-traveling fraternity which assumed that the cosmos belonged 
exclusively to humanity, tried to encourage her, but his tone gave him away. 
They spent most of the next day huddled over the instruments. Kim listened to the cosmic noise and 
watched the clock. She skipped lunch and tried to read, opening one book after another. Solly busied 
himself calibrating instruments that probably needed no attention. 
They ate a light dinner and put on another King mystery. Just to watch, without participation. But Kim 

couldnt keep her mind on it. They did not go to bed. At midnight Kim was sprawled on the couch, one 
arm thrown across her eyes, listening to the silence. 
It might take a couple more days, Solly said. Maybe even a week. Out here, we cant be all that 
precise about where we are. On the screens, the void rolled out forever. He was about to say something 
more when Ham spoke to them: We have a hit. 
Kim came wide awake. 
Transmission acquired 12:03 a.m. No visual. It is an audio signal only. On standard frequency. 
Run it, said Solly. It was 12:06. From the beginning. 
Kim sat up. 
The speaker delivered a single blip. 
Then, moments later, a pair of blips. 
Is it HunterT Solly asked the AI. 
Three blips. 
Four. 
Uncertain. It is artificial, with better than ninety-nine percent probability. 
Hammersmith had Hunters transmission characteristics in its files. Given time, and a sufficient sample, it 
would be able to establish identity beyond question. 
It couldnt be anybody else, said Kim, elated. Weve got them. 
She listened intently for more, but the speakers remained silent. Solly asked, Is that all? 
Yes. The signal arrived four minutes ago. 
Ham, if you get any more, pipe it directly through. 
They counted to four, Kim said. 
It started again. 

One. Two. 
What the hell is that all about? asked Solly. 
Three. 
Theyve seen something. 
Four. 
Kim wanted to scream for pure joy. Something they cant talk to. Theyre trying to say hello. 
And again. One 
What kind of hello is counting to four? 
Its the only common language they have. If its really a celestial, it can reply by counting to five. She 
pressed her palms together and whispered a prayer to whatever power controlled such matters. Then she 
threw herself into his arms. Solly, she said, Its really happening. 
Lets hold on before we start to celebrate 
The signal stopped. Kim let him go, pressed her palms together, and waited. 
If theyve really got somebody else out there, she said, well only get one side of the conversation. 
That was because the other vehicle would almost certainly be using a directed signal, as opposed to 
Tripleys omnidirectional broadcast. 
Do you think theyre getting an answer? asked Solly. 
It began again. Same pattern. 
No, she said. Not yet. Her heart was pounding. The sequence stopped. And started again. 
One. Two. Three. Four. 
Characteristics of the signal have been analyzed, said the AI. Confirm it is the Hunter. 
She visualized the scene: somewhere near Alnitak, the Tripley vessel was busily making repairs, had 
been making repairsit was at the moment hard to separate past from presentwhen theyd encountered 

something. The flared teardrop. The turtle. The Valiant. 
One. Two. Three. Four. 
Come on she pleaded. 
Solly watched her. You still figure theyre getting no answer? 
I think so. As soon as the other ship responds, theyll switch to something else. 
What would they switch to? 
I have no idea, Solly. Anything 
One 
Why doesnt the celestial answer? she demanded. 
Maybe they dont know how. Solly too was caught up in the confusion between past and present. They 
had, in a sense, retreated into time. 
Theyd have to know, Solly. How could they notT She prayed for a visual. Had she been onboard 
Hunter, shed have taken the Valiants picture and sent it across to the other ship, inviting the stranger to 
do the same. A nice friendly gesture. One that would put an image into the transmissions. And tell her 
without any question what was going on. 
The four-count continued to come in. The durations between individual blips varied, indicating they were 
manually tapping out the signal. The complete count usually ran about eight seconds. The sequences were 
divided by almost a minute. 
Are we using the multichannel? Kim asked. Just in case the celestials transmit and their antenna 
happens to be pointed in the right direction, Ham would be able to hear it. 
Yes. Weve got them covered. But dont bet the lunch money. 
They were between signals. Kim tried to imagine the state of mind in the Hunter, and wondered what 
they were seeing in their scopes, what they had found. Had it been possible, she would have cheerfully 
killed Markis Kane. Hadnt it occurred to them that an event like this might generate future interest on the 
order of a later intercept of the original signals? That therefore they should provide for posterity? 
Solly looked at the timer. Theyre late. 

The silence stretched out. It went to five minutes. Seven minutes. 
Maybe they gave up, he said. 
No. That couldnt happen. You dont give up if youre sitting there looking at a celestial. They 
wouldnt do that. 
They might if the celestial took off. 
Her stomach sank. It was a possibility she had never considered. Shed assumed that a star-faring species 
would nee-essarily show the same raging curiosity in this type of situation that she would. Call it the 
Brandywine Fallacy. 
But if there had been a meeting, and if it had been terminated abruptly, it wouldnt explain the subsequent 
events. No, it couldnt be that simple. 
Theyre probably trying something else, she said. Something thats not showing up in a transmission. 
For example? 
If I were there and I got no response on the radio Id start flashing my lights. Theres even a possibility 
that a connection has been made, that theyre getting ready to exchange gifts and pledge mutual 
friendship. Maybe theyve opened hatches and are waving at each other. None of that would show up on 
PAULS. 
That last is a possibility you can discard. There hasnt been time for anybody to get into a pressure suit. 
He looked into her eyes and frowned: Are you all right? 
If this goes on, Solly, Im going to be an emotional wreck. She stared hard at the image of Alnitak as if 
by an act of will she could make out what was happening. At this moment, hidden in the light show 
coming in from the giant star, were the images of the Hunter and the other. Got a question for you, she 
said. 
Sure. 
Would there be a way to know whether there are life-forms on another ship? That is, if we ran into 
something, but it stayed quiet, do we have sensors that could reach in there and determine somebodys on 
board? 
No, he said. Any ship in close to Alnitak would have to be heavily insulated against radiation. The 
Hunter would have no way of knowing directly whether it had a crew, or whether it was automated. The 

only way to be sure is to talk to them. And even that wouldnt tell you definitely because you could be 
dealing with an AI. He thought about it some more. I think youd have to go over physically and shake 
hands. He grinned. Or shake whatever. Until then its strictly guesswork. 
At first she didnt remember where she was. Hunter was sending again. Blip. Blip. Blip The pattern 
now was one-three-five-seven. Inviting the other vessel to send a nine. Did the fact that theyd changed 
the sequence mean theyd gotten an answer? 
She was back on the couch. Solly had thrown a spread over her. 
Theyve been at it for about two hours, I think, he said. 
You think? 
There was a break in midsignal. It continued for fourteen minutes. They may have gone behind 
something. Maybe that gas giant you mentioned. 
It was after four A.M. Four hours since theyd picked up the Hunter signal. Do you want to go back and 
get some sleep? she asked. 
Yeah. I think Ive had enough of this for one night. How about you? 
Im going to stay with it. 
Okay. He got up, bent over her, kissed her lightly. I never would have thought they might actually 
have discovered something but got ignored. Hey, we found a bona fide celestial out there, but they 
wouldnt talk to us. Whered they go? No idea. 
Well, she said, I hope we get more than this She looked at the monitor, which was blinking out the 
new count. I can see myself sitting in Agostinos office with a recording that does nothing but produce 
blips from the Hunter. 
Solly stopped in the hatchway. If nothing else, he said, we can prove beyond any doubt that Kane 
faked the logs. Whatever these transmissions might really be about, none of them were recorded. He 
started to peel off his shirt. Call me if anything happens 
Then he was gone and she was yawning, snuggling back under the spread, listening to the radio noises. 
One, three, five, seven. Over and over. 
But she was awake now. She got up and got some coffee. Mission control was always cooler than the rest 
of the ship. 

Life support wasnt quite correct. Come on, Valiant, she said. Answer up. 
She drank the coffee. The Hunter group kept transmitting. 
The bearing on the radio signal pointed directly to Alni-tak. Theyd come out of hyper somewhere near 
the star, as she thought, probably in the neighborhood of the gas giant. And there theyd met another sightseer. 
The incoming signal changed. 
One. Two. Three. Five. 
Five? 
Then eight. 
Kim flicked on the intercom. I hear it, said Solly, from his quarters. What does it mean? 
The system went silent. 
Its a new series, she said. A little more complicated. Solly, I think they might have got a response. 
Why? 
Why else veer from a simple series? She was conjuring up the scene on board: jumping up and down, 
clapping one another on the back, screaming congratulations. 
So whats the next number? 
Thirteen, she said. If its really happening, thats what theyre listening to right now. Thirteen blips 
from the other ship. 
It would be nice if we had something a little more concrete to speculate with. But he came back to 
mission control in his pajamas and squeezed her hand. I hope youre right. The squeeze developed into 
an embrace. 
She was right. She was sure of it. And in that moment she was supremely happy. 
Solly held onto her and rocked her back and forth while they waited for the next series. 
When it came, she counted eleven. That was all: eleven blips. 

What is it this time? asked Solly. 
Who knows? she said. Elevens a prime number. But it should be a response to something the other 
ship sent. 
Such as? 
One, two, three, five, seven. All primes. Or maybe they sent the first five odd numbers. 
Solly shook his head and eased himself into a chair. Kim, he said, we dont really have anything 
here. 
Well, what did you expect? she demanded, pushing away from him. We knew it would be a one-sided 
conversation. Short of pictures, this is as much as we could have asked. 
Again the system was quiet. They waited and the silence stretched out past fifteen minutes. Maybe 
theyre trying to decide what to do next, she said. 
What would you do? 
Face-to-face. Id go visual. If that went okay, Id try for a physical meeting. Send out the lander. 
Solly nodded. You think there could be a problem with the visual exchange? 
She thought it over. Yes. 
For example? 
What happens if theyre stomach-churners and they see us reacting? Or if we arouse visceral reactions in 
them? But at some point you have to try it. 
The AI broke in: We have video reception, it said in its mellifluous voice. 
Sollys eyes caught her and a world of emotions passed between them. He switched the feed to the 
overhead display. 
Enhancing. 
On-screen, said Solly. 

They were looking at the Hunter seal, the ship and the ringed world. After a moment it dissolved to 
Emily! She sat in an armchair. Kim felt a pang of regret. How young she looked. And she was radiant 
with emotion. Her hair was pulled back, she wore a loose-fitting white blouse, and she smiled happily at 
them. We know you cant understand any of this, but (not recoverable) hello anyhow. Greetings from 
Greenway. Can (not recoverable)you? 
Kirns heart pumped furiously. 
One by one, each of the Hunters crew came forward and talked. Tripley gushed. He was, despite the 
physical resem-blance to Benton, quite unlike him. A softer man, more enthusiastic, more alive. 
Yoshi was gentle, lovely, with luminous eyes and a ravishing smile. She wished her new friends good 
fortune, and expressed her hope that this would be the beginning of a new era for both their species. 
I think were in business, said Solly. 
Kim shook her head, wondering how the images would be interpreted by the occupants of the other ship. 
If they could see them at all. What was the likelihood their equipment would be sufficiently compatible to 
receive visuals? 
Thats fairly straightforward technology, Solly said. Theyd almost have to have the capability. 
And finally Kane. He spoke from the pilots room, and his manner was perfunctory but not gruff. He said 
he was pleased to meet the occupants of the other ship. That remark sent Kim into another round of 
celebrating, 
Congratulations, Solly said. 
Kane asked whether the Hunter could assist. He was somehow the only one of the four who managed to 
keep the pomposity naturally generated by such a moment out of his voice. 
Kane gazed out of the picture directly at them for about a minute. And then he was gone. The screen 
flashed the Hunter seal again, and the picture blinked off. 
End of reception, said the AI. 
Kim was still standing up, far too excited to sit. Id do anything to see the answer to that she said. 
Find the original logs, said Solly. 
She nodded. We have to do that when we get back. Thats our first priority. 

Solly folded his arms and stared at the screen. I hope Kane didnt destroy them. 
Im sure he didnt. This is the most dramatic moment in human history. Theres no way hed have 
destroyed the record. None. Hes hidden it somewhere. 
But where? Why? 
I dont know. Well figure it out. 
It was taking a long time for the next transmission to come in. You know, said Solly, one of Kanes 
questions keeps coming back to me. Why do you think he asked if Hunter could assist? Is it possible the 
celestial is disabled? In trouble? 
Could be. Damn Kane anyhow. We shouldnt be caught up in all this guesswork. 
I think you should show more appreciation. 
Whys that? 
If hed done everything by the book, done what he was supposed to do, this whole matter would have 
been settled twenty-seven years ago. And you would never have gotten near it. Instead, hes saved you a 
juicy puzzle and a chance at immortality. Be thankful. 
Visuals, said the AI. 
Emily reappeared. Hello again, she said. Would you like to come on board?  
Whats that all about? asked Solly. They dont expect anybody hanging around out here to speak 
English, do they? 
Its not the words, said Kim. Its the tone. The nonver-bals. But I wouldnt think a truly alien culture 
would be able to read our nonverbal cues. 
The image went to a split screen and Hunter materialized beside Emily. It floated against a river of stars. 
A dazzling burnt orange planetary ring arced across the sky behind it. The cargo door opened and lights 
came on, illuminating the interior. Emilys side of the split screen vanished, and Yoshi blinked into 
existence in her place, beckoning to the open door so the occupants of the other vessel couldnt possibly 
miss the point. 
Thats not bad, said Kim. 

Solly pursed his lips. Im not sure I agree. 
Why? 
If we were looking across, say, a few hundred meters of empty space at a ship that was not manned by 
people, that was in fact operated by God knows what, and they opened a door and invited me in He 
held out his hands to heaven. Not very likely. 
Solly, she said, pretending shock, wheres your spirit of adventure? 
The Hunter repeated its transmission. 
And repeated it again. 
The whatevers are thinking it over, said Kim. 
Solly nodded. Tripleys pressing his luck. He should leave it alone. Offer once and drop it. 
A slice of starry sky was visible past the hull of the Hunter. Solly, she asked, how would you think 
theyre producing those pictures? 
He thought for a moment. Easiest way would be to use the feed from one of the scopes. He glanced at 
the starfield glittering in their windows. Then do an overlay of the Hunter just as theyve done with 
Yoshi. 
Then thats the way the stars would actually have looked, on that night, from their position? 
Probably. Sure. 
Would you guess the forward view? 
Maybe. That might be the natural way to do it. Why? What difference does it make? 
Probably none. But it does give us a course heading during the contact. She filed the information away 
in her head. 
What time of day would it have been when all this was going on? asked Solly. 
Kim had been keeping track. The first radio signal had been transmitted from Hunter at 11:42 A.M., 
February 17, 573, Seabright time. It would now be 4:12 P.M. on the Hunter. 

What they should do, said Solly, is just go back to the radio and keep talking. Try to establish a next 
step. 
The PAULS screen was blank again. Well, she said, I dont think the invitations are working. 
There was nothing more for almost two hours. Then Hunter transmitted the open-door image again, this 
time with Tripley. But he merely waved to the viewer and made no effort to point at the cargo area. 
I guess theyre at a standstill, said Solly. 
Kim exhaled. Im surprised. 
In what way? 
That theyd spent so many years trying to accomplish precisely this and been so little prepared for the 
event. 
You mean the open-door pictures? 
I mean the whole thing has a kind of spontaneous feel, doesnt it? As if they were all taken by surprise. 
It makes me think they never really expected to succeed. 
What should they do? asked Solly. 
The bottom line is that Emily and her friends cant do very much. And they need to recognize that. They 
arent going to be able to master a new language; they can get only so far with number games; and its 
obvious that establishing a sense of mutual trust with, say, giant spiders is going to be a tricky business. 
Id say it would take a team of specialists to get much beyond saying hello. 
Therefore? 
Therefore they should concentrate on one thing: establish a date for a second encounter. If they could do 
that, theyd have achieved as much success as anyone could wish. 
How would you go about it? 
Theyve got a planet handy. They could use the planet to make a date. Show them, say, a couple hundred 
revolutions. Six months. Well be back in six months. The meaning would be plain enough. 
You make it sound easy, Solly said. Too bad you werent with them. 

She drew up her knees and put her arms around them. Emily was with them. 
Solly was showing signs of frustration. How about some breakfast? he suggested. 
No, thanks. I want to stay here. 
You wont miss anything. I dont mind getting it. 
Thats okay, she said. Im not hungry. Really. 
He shook his head. Im going to exercise my prerogative as captain and insist. This might go on for 
another twenty-four hours or so, and I dont need you getting sick out here. 
She looked at the status panel. At the glowing lamps. All right, she said. 
He brought out two plates of ham, biscuits, and pineapple slices. Kim ate quietly, subdued, annoyed at the 
apparent inability of the Hunter to create an effective strategy. Solly suggested the celestials might have 
been scared off by the open door. Or that they might have a cultural bias prohibiting them from 
befriending a different species. Or 
How could that happen? she asked. These critters have spaceflight. Since theyre in the vicinity of 
Alnitak, they must have FTL. Surely they wouldnt be afflicted with preconceptions about another 
sentient species. 
Maybe theyd have a religious problem about us, he said. Maybe were not supposed to exist, and 
weve trashed a theological system. 
I dont think youd find that kind of thinking among space-travelers. 
Really? We had Christians and Muslims arguing all the way out to Carribee. Even the Universalists are 
inclined to look down on anyone who doesnt subscribe to the official theology. 
Which is that there is no official theology. 
Doesnt matter. The same tendency is there. I dont know. Maybe the celestials dont come in a lot of 
packages the way humans do. If theres basically only one type of critter, it would never have been 
required to deal with anything different 
Solly slowly ate through his breakfast, let his head drift back, and fell asleep. After an hour or so he woke 
up, went to his room, showered, and changed. When he came back he looked neater but still fatigued. I 
cant believe theyre just sitting there doing nothing, he said. 

Maybe theyve launched the lander, suggested Kim. Its possible theyre trying a meeting. 
No. Thered be radio traffic. The Hunter would need to tell themshow themwhat they wanted to 
do. 
During the course of the morning the screens remained quiet. Solly and Kim went over the same ground 
again and again. By midafternoon Kim thought the quality of the signal had probably disintegrated to a 
degree they were simply not acquiring it anymore. 
Its possible, said Solly. But not likely. 
They went down to the rec room and worked out. Neither said much and when they were finished, had 
showered and changed, Solly asked whether she thought it was over. 
Probably, she said. 
So what do we do now? 
We listen some more. If we dont hear anything, we move to another intercept site and listen to it all 
again. Thatll allow us to take a second bearing and pin down their location. 
How long do we stay here? 
The Hunter had been in the Alnitak area almost two days. Lets stay put through midnight tomorrow. If 
we havent heard anything by then, well clear out. 
That evening he came to her with a tenderness and a passion that overwhelmed her. Im glad you got 
what you wanted, he told her after the first flush of lovemaking had passed. We dont have all the 
details yet, but at least we know it happened. 
Kiss me, you fool, she sighed. 
The night filled with laughter and a few tears, and she didnt know why, couldnt explain the tears either 
to herself or to him, but just let them flow. 
Im in bed with an immortal, he said. 
And she knew it was so. Eventually theyd sort everything out, get the answers, learn what had happened 
to Emily and find out how Yoshi ended up in a river and what had blown the face off Mount Hope. It was 
just a matter of time, and kids a thousand years from now would be learning how to pronounce her name. 

She had never, ever, felt more alive than she did then, and she attacked Solly with a will, laughing when 
he finally slumped back exhausted, pleading with her to give him a rest. 
Somewhere around five A.M., lying on her back with Sollys left arm thrown over her, she decided that 
she would keep him, she would do whatever she had to. Moreover, Solly was part of this whole 
marvelous event and she was going to hold onto all of it. They had been wedded by the sheer joy of the 
experience. The ceremony, when it came, would be only a recognition of what had happened in this most 
glorious of starships. 
They slept late in the morning, ate, watched a VR, and wandered down to mission control, where the 
PAULS screen was still blank. They had gone more than twenty-four hours without any further 
interceptions. It now seemed clear, for whatever reason, that the party was over. But they waited anyway. 
They hurried through dinner, anxious to concede the issue, to be off to their next station, to outrun the 
radio transmissions, to race across the void and jump back into realspace and take a new bearing on 
Alnitak. 
But Im not hopeful, she said, down considerably from the previous days high. She was thinking of the 
old axiom that if you want people to believe extraordinary claims, you must present extraordinary 
evidence. Did she have extraordinary evidence? 
She remembered the telescope she would have turned on Henry IV, and wished with all her heart she had 
such an instrument to point at the ringed world in the Alnitak system. Shed be able to see the two ships, 
see what was happening. It frustrated her to know the photons were all around her, the disassembled truth 
of whatever had happened to the Hunter and the Valiant, flowing past, accessible to the proper 
instruments. 
At midnight she sighed. Time to go. 
19 
 Every individual existence goes out in a lonely spasm of helpless agony. 
WILLIAM JAMES, The Varieties of Religious Experience, 
VI1902C.E. 
The Hammersmith passed into hyperspace at 12:41 A.M., Saturday, March 10. The plan was to go back 
outside the expanding bubble of radio signals. They would remain in the plane of the Alnitak system, but 
their new bearing on the giant star would be at right angles to the first one. They would be traveling 
roughly thirty light-years, and would arrive at their destination just after eight P.M. 
They slept late. Kim woke up excited, anxious to get through the day, and to launch the second round of 

PAULS devices. But she could find nothing to occupy her, and ended by playing chess in the rec room 
with the AI, whom she set at a beginners level and proceeded to hammer. 
Solly, with his inimitable sense of what was needed, put together another candlelight dinner. She drank a 
bit more than she should have, and she was a bit woozy when the Hammersmith returned to realspace. 
This time, because the jump had been much shorter, they arrived closer to their ideal site, and within an 
hour they were listening again to the Hunter trying to open a conversation with its invisible companion. 
Shortly after the intercept had begun, however, they lost the signal. They were gratified to see it appear 
fourteen minutes later, precisely on schedule. That seemed to confirm the speculation that it was passing 
behind the gas giant. 
They knew thered be several hours of futile signaling by Hunter before Valiant responded. So they 
settled in, alternately reading and napping, and occasionally cavorting like adolescents. This is the way 
star travel was meant to be, Solly told her. 
Four hours after the first signals, the four-count, had been sent, the Valiant had apparently responded. 
Hunter replied with thirteen blips. Emily and her shipmates appeared onscreen, and sent greetings. And 
showed their open door. 
As before, there was no further transmission. 
But they had their second bearing. They compensated for stellar movement in the interim, and the lines 
intersected at a point three hundred AUs from Alnitak. Right on the orbit of the gas giant. 
They waited nevertheless through two more days. Finally, there could be no question that the show was 
over, and Solly put a disk into the recorder and directed the AI to copy the intercept record from both 
sites. When it was completed he gave it to Kim. With luck, he said. Itll keep us both out of court. 
Well see. She looked at the disk. It might be easier for someone to argue the entire crew of the Hunter 
went over the edge rather than that they actually saw something. That might be stretched to account for 
the missing women, as well. What we really need is a glimpse of whatever it was they saw. She took a 
deep breath. Okay, I guess its time to go to phase two. 
The scene of the crime? 
Yep. 
Why bother? Whats the point? Theyre all long gone. 
Solly, she said, put yourself in the place of the other ship. Look, for reasons we dont understand, our 
people came back and didnt say anything. Maybe there was a fight on board, a disagreement on how to 

handle the announcement, on who was going to get the credit 
That doesnt make sense 
Okay. But something happened. Maybe the experience scared them off. Maybe they saw something so 
terrifying it drove them all out of their minds 
And we want to go there? 
Well be careful. And we wont be taken by surprise. Look, the point is, both ships knew thered been 
contact. It had to be as big an event for the celestials as it was for us. So what did they do afterward? 
What would you and I do? 
He propped his chin on one hand and gazed steadily at her. Assuming no real conversation took place 
and the other ship just took off, wed post a surveillance. 
Can you see any possibility we wouldnt do that? That wed just ignore the incident? 
No, he said after a moments pause. No, although we did ignore the incident. But Id have expected 
wed have put science teams out there right away. 
And theyd have stayed for years, right? 
I suppose. But twenty-seven years? 
Well, maybe not that long. I dont know. But wed leave some automated systems in place. 
Sure, he said. Wed establish a presence and keep it indefinitely. 
Right. So all we have to do is show up at Alnitak and let whatever theyve left behind get a look at us. 
We head for the gas giant and we do whatever we can to draw attention to ourselves. We look for 
anything that doesnt belong there. And if were lucky, who knows what might show up? 
At three hundred AUs, the world was eight times farther out than Endgame was from Helios, or six times 
Plutos distance from Sol. It had seventeen satellites and a ring system divided into three sections. A 
permanent storm of the kind often associated with gas giants floated in its southern latitudes. It required 
roughly twenty-three centuries to complete an orbit around the central luminary, which even at this 
extreme distance, was fully a third as bright as Greenways noontime sun. 
Solly set course toward the planet. 

The system, said Kim, has been surveyed once. That was a hit and run, in-and-out. They spent two 
days here. There are no really unusual features, unless youre talking about the atmospherics. She meant 
the vast interstellar clouds, cradles for new stars, turbulent and explosive, illuminated from within and 
also by Alnitak. The nearby nebula NGC2024, stretching for light-years across that restless sky, was a 
kaleidoscope of bright and dark lanes, of exquisite geometry, of glowing surfaces and interior fires. 
Enormous lightning bolts moved through it, but it was so far that they seemed frozen in place. 
Slow lightning, said Solly. Like the mission. 
Kim looked at the nebula. How do you mean? 
Weve known for a long time that contact might eventually happen, maybe would have to happen, and 
that when it did it would change everything, our technology, our sense of who we are, our notions of what 
the universe is. Weve seen this particular lightning strike coming and weve played with the idea of what 
it might mean for at least twelve hundred years. Weve imagined that other intelligences exist, weve 
imagined them as fearsome and gentle, as impossibly strange and remarkably familiar, as godlike, as 
incapable, as indifferent. Well, I wonder whether the bolt is about to arrive. With you and me at the 
impact point. 
On the other side of the sky, a long luminous bar, IC434, stretched away into a glorious haze. Presiding 
over it was the great dark mass of the Horsehead Nebula. 
Its a place for artists. She stood by a window looking out at the vast display. The brilliant rings of the 
gas giant angled past her field of vision, a glowing bridge to its family of moons, all in their first quarter. 
She looked again at the blowup of Kanes mural. It was impossible to know whether this world was the 
one in Emilys hand. But shed have bet on it. 
There were two other suns in the system, one too remote to pick out, the other bright enough to provide 
reading light. The nearer was approximately 1300 AUs from Alnitak. It too was superluminous, though 
not in the same league with its companion. People used to think a binary star couldnt have a planetary 
system, she told Solly. We know better now, but the planets tend to get tossed around a lot, and often 
thrown out altogether. Especially when both components are massive and there isnt a lot of space 
between them. She eased herself into a chair and gazed steadily at the rings and moons. It wont stay in 
orbit long. Its just a matter of time before something jerks it loose. 
The planetary disk had an autumnal coloration. The storm was a darker splotch, a circular piece of night. 
About one and a half Jupiters, he said, using the standard measurement for gas giant mass. Im 
beginning to understand why they decided this was the place to stop while Kane did his patchwork. 
It is spectacular. I looked over the records of Tripleys previous voyages, said Kim. He was here 
before. Wanted to see the Horsehead. 

Solly stared at the clouds and the world for long minutes, and then turned to her. What do we do first? 
Good question. We go into orbit. And then we wait. 
Kim, he said, we were a little critical of Tripley for being unprepared to run a contact scenario. Are we 
ready? If something happens? 
She drew herself up in her professorial mode. Be assured, she said, nothing will happen. They both 
laughed. In fact, Kim had prepared a visual program to transmit in the event there was an encounter. It 
included pictures of the Valiant and the Hunter, of herself and Solly, of interiors of the Hammersmith. 
There were pictures of Greenways forests and oceans, of people lounging on beaches. There were 
anatomical charts of humans and several dozen animals and plants. And finally there was an image of 
three Valiants and three Hammersmiths silhouetted against the rings of the Jovian; and the Jovian itself 
followed by four hundred lines divided into tens. She showed it to Solly. 
We meet back here when the planet has turned on its axis four hundred times. 
Good, he said. A day on the gas giant lasted between seventeen and eighteen hours. So they were 
talking roughly one year. Enough time to outfit an expedition, work out their strategy, and return. Kim, 
he asked, how do you want me to program, the sensors? What exactly are we looking for? 
Set for maximum sweep and range. And we should look for anything that wouldnt normally be out 
there. Processed metal. Plastic. Anything that isnt gas, rock, or ice. Or anything that moves on its own. 
The original survey gave few details for the gas giant. Kim knew it had an equatorial diameter of 187,000 
kilometers, and a polar diameter of 173,000 kilometers. Average density was only 1.2 times that of water, 
indicating a high proportion of the lighter elements, hydrogen and helium. Its axial tilt was 11.1 degrees. 
Its most striking feature was the rings, which were copla-nar with the equator. They had an overall 
diameter of 750,000 kilometers, and were divided into three distinct sets. The innermost reached down 
almost to the cloudtops. They were barely one kilometer thick, so when the Hammersmith passed them 
edge-on they all but vanished. 
Two of the satellites were larger than Green way; one minuscule worldlet at the outermost extremes of 
the system was only a half-dozen kilometers across. It orbited almost at right angles to the equator. 
It would help, said Kim, if we knew precisely where the incident took place. 
How do you mean? 
Altitude. Orbit, if possible. 

Dont see how we can determine that, said Solly. We can see the rings in one of the sequences, but the 
planets not visible at all. 
But we know when everything happened, said Kim. We know now right to the minute. Contact had 
been made February 17 at 11:42 A.M. shipboard time. We have a picture of the rings during the event, 
and we have a starry background. 
The stars would look the same from anywhere in the system, he objected. 
The stars would, she agreed. 
But not the moons. And surely there was at least one moon in the picture. 
There were two. 
They ran the sequence again. Hunter floating against the midnight sky, the cargo door opening and lights 
corning on, splashing out into the void. How warm and inviting the interior looked, Kim thought, 
especially when Yoshis smiling image appeared and invited entry. There was something almost blatantly 
sexual in all that, and she wondered what the celestials had made of it. 
They surveyed the satellite system until they had its mechanics down. Once theyd accomplished that, 
they ran the orbits backward to 4:12 P.M., February 17, the moment that the open door image had been 
transmitted. They matched the positions of the moons against the angle of the rings. 
Okay. Solly put a graphic on one of the auxiliary monitors. In order for everything to appear as it does 
in the picture, the Hunter would have had to be here He showed her the point, eleven degrees north of 
the equatorial plane, at an altitude of 45,000 kilometers. But we only have a couple of minutes on the 
image, and its not enough to track a complete orbit. 
Weve got a second picture, Kim reminded him. The Emily image, which had been taken two hours 
later. 
Solly brought it up, found more moons, three this time, repeated the process, and smiled triumphantly. I 
think were in business, he said. 
She was delighted. Good. Lets get ourselves into the same orbit. But I want to move a bit faster than the 
Hunter would have. 
Why? 
So that well overtake anything that might be traveling at Hunter?, velocity. 

Solly frowned. 
Just do it, okay? she said. 
Okay, Kim. 
And lets do as thorough a search as we can. 
What exactly do you expect to find? 
/ expect nothing, she said, feeling like Veronica King, who always said that. But the possibilities are 
limitless. The hope that she entertained, that she did not want to describe, was that the celestial was still 
here somewhere, a derelict. It was possible. 
Solly passed instructions to the AI. Well be going into orbit, he told her, later this evening. And well 
need roughly twelve hours to do a complete search along the orbit. 
There was something in Sollys voice. Anything wrong? she asked. 
I thought about this before we left but it didnt really seem like something I wanted to bring up at the 
time. 
Tell me, Solly. 
Were not armed, he said. Has it occurred to you that if this thing is here, it may not be friendly? 
I dont think thats likely. 
Why not? 
She looked out at the star-clouds. Solly, even if they were an aggressive species, there wouldnt be any 
point shooting at someone in a wasteland like this. Whats to gain? 
Maybe they just dont like strangers. Something happened to the Hunter 
We have to assume theyre rational, Solly. Otherwise they couldnt have gotten here in the first place. 
She enjoyed being with him, alone in all this vast emptiness. It was different now that they could look out 
the windows and know that what they were seeing was really there. They didnt shoot at the Hunter. Or 
if they did, theyre not very dangerous because the Hunter got home safely. 
Its possible, said Solly, theyre at war against their own kind. Maybe Ben Tripley got the name right, 

calling it the Valiant. It could have been a warship. 
Solly, she said patiently, they got home all right. Did they? Who knows? Maybe they were taken. 
Maybe something else went back. He made a scary face and hummed a few notes from the old horror 
series Midnight Express. She laughed. But a chill ran through her nevertheless. 
Shortly after dinner they settled into Hunters orbit, which was roughly equatorial, varying only a few 
degrees above and below the line. 
The rings dominated the sky, a vast shining arch beneath which the copper-gold clouds rolled on forever. 
Lightning bolts cruised through the depths and occasionally they saw the fiery streak of a meteor. 
It seemed a place of infinite serenity and beauty. One might almost conclude it had been designed 
specifically to please the human eye and mind. 
It was, she thought, a reason in itself to pursue starflight. Even if we were truly alone the mere existence 
of this kind of world and its magnificent star-clouds should be enough to summon the race from its 
ancestral home. There was something decadent in what was happening now, in the general retreat back to 
comfort and routine and familiar surroundings. In the lack of interest in all the things that had once been 
counted as noble and worth accomplishing. 
We had begun to lead virtual lives. 
No one had to work, so few did anything more than pursue quiet leisure. Kim had always thought herself 
ambitious. Yet during her entire life she had never felt an urge, even when the opportunity was there, to 
move beyond the home worlds. People complained about long weeks locked up in spartan 
accommodations, at getting ill during the jumps, at the expense of interstellar travel. And they settled for 
imaginary images, lovely little technological fireworks displays, created in the warm comfort of their 
living rooms. Throw a log on the fire and visit Betelgeuse. 
She started to explain to Solly how she felt, looking at the star-cradles glowing in their windows, at the 
Horsehead, at the rings. The presence of another intelligence seemed not quite as important as it had a 
few hours before. 
Welcome to the club, Kim, he said when shed finished. Those of us who make a living out here have 
known that for years. It really doesnt matter all that much whether there are celestials in Orion. Theres 
just too much to see to complain about the details. And if it does turn out that were the only part of the 
universe able to see whats around us, thats okay. 
Shed always felt that Solly tended to neglect the more intellectual aspects of life. He didnt read as much 
as he should, and hed seemed to be too interested in the practical and the mundane, a man who seldom 
considered the philosophical issues. Hed surprised her several times on this trip, particularly with his 

remarks about the slow lightning. Ask Solly what the purpose of existence was, and he could be expected 
to reply that its a good lunch with good friends. Or a good woman. 
Shed had a confused notion that life had something to do with expanding ones intellectual horizons. 
And with achievement. Now she looked out the window and decided that whatever her purpose was, 
shed fulfilled it when she arrived here. 
And if she could choose a place to meet another intelligence, this would surely be it. 
Below her, the upper atmosphere caught the light from the distant sun. It looked warm down there, and it 
was easy to imagine broad oceans and continents lying beneath those shimmering mists. In fact the 
temperature at the cloudtops was a terrestrial -17 C, the heat generated internally. Not all that bad if you 
could breathe hydrogen and methane. 
Solly concentrated the scanners along the arc of the orbit, but he maintained a full search bubble out to 
more than six thousand kilometers. That took about 30 percent off the range and definition of the main 
search, but it was a price he was prepared to pay to avoid being surprised. Kim didnt argue the point. 
They were circling the planet every hour and twenty-two minutes. It had gotten late but no one showed 
any inclination to retire. 
During the third orbit the alarm went off. 
Organic object ahead, said the AI. 
They went to the pilots room and Solly put the hit onscreen and went to full mag. They were on the dark 
side of the planet, in shadow, and consequently he could get nothing more than a marker. But the analysis 
had already begun. 
Calcium. 
Object is rectangular, approximately two meters long, less than a meter wide. 
Carbon. 
Range was twelve hundred kilometers. 
Solly relaxed a bit. He laid in an intercept course. Kim felt the engines come on. The ship began to 
accelerate. 
Potassium. 

Below, the great arc of the rings was mostly in shadow, but a couple of moons gave them some light. 
Hydrochloride. 
Ahead, the sun was coming up. That wasnt going to help visibility either. 
Wont take long, he said. 
Kim felt a darkness gathering at the pit of her stomach. 
They sat silently, sufficiently chilled that Solly raised the temperature on the flight deck. 
Nine hundred kilometers and closing. 
They flew into the sunrise. 
Sodium. 
The marker seemed to change its aspect, growing alternately brighter and dimmer. Its tumbling, Solly 
said. 
They raced toward the sun, passed under it, eventually got it behind them and were able to get a clear 
visual. 
It was a body. 
She was barely breathing now, gripping the arms of the chair, conscious of Solly watching her. 
You all right, Kim? 
Six hundred kilometers. 
It wore a dark blue jumpsuit with a shoulder patch. She couldnt make out details of the patch, but she 
knew what it said. PERSISTENCE. 
Kim watched the body tumble down its lonely orbit. 
Emily. 
By the time they caught her, they were on the dark side again. Solly instructed the AI that they would 
take her on board through the cargo lock. Then he turned to Kim. You sure youre? 

Yeah, she said. Im okay. 
He nodded. Stay here. If anything unexpected happens while Im gone 
What do you mean unexpected? 
If we get jumped 
Oh. 
Dont hesitate to tell Ham to get us out of here. 
Itll obey meT 
Sure. 
Solly, be careful. 
Count on it. 
Youre not going outside, are you? 
No farther than I have to. He switched on the cargo hold imager so she could watch the recovery. Then 
he held her for a moment and went downstairs. Several minutes later he walked into the cargo bay, 
wearing a pressure suit and a jetpack, and waved at her. 
Kim, came his voice, can you hear me? 
I hear you, Solly. 
Im in the process of decompressing the hold. As soon as were ready, well open up. He was standing 
in front of the cargo door, which was half again as high as he was, and about six meters wide. 
What do you need me to do? 
Nothing, he said. Ill handle it from here. 
What about if you fall out? She wasnt entirely joking. 
Cant fall out, he said. Im tethered. 

The engines slowed. Instead of a steady pulse, Hammersmith 
was now modulating its approach with occasional bursts from its turning thrusters. 
The object came within range of their lights and she got a good visual. It was Emily, without question. 
I just dont believe this, Solly said. Why in Gods name would they leave her out here? 
Because they didnt want to have to explain how she died. Kims blood began to race. The sons of 
bitches had killed her after all. 
Why? 
The corpse drifted to within a hundred meters. Kim watched through the external imagers as the cargo 
door opened. She saw Solly framed in the light, silhouetted against the Jovians rings. 
The thrusters kicked in again. Hammersmith rolled slightly, and slowed almost to a matching velocity 
with the body. It passed out of the forward view and appeared off to port. 
You okay, Solly? 
Yeah. Im fine. Ill have her in a minute. 
She watched him lean out the open door. A moment later he hauled the body inside, laid it gently on the 
deck, placing it so it was out of the view of the imagers. 
Let me see her, said Kim. 
You dont want to, he said. 
But she insisted and Solly moved her. 
The body had withered and caved it on itself. Yet the uniform was sharply pressed. She wore black grip 
shoes and white ceremonial gloves. 
Her black hair still framed her face, which even in its mummified condition registered bewilderment and 
shock. Death, Kim thought, had come on her suddenly and unaware. 
Kim, said the AI, / have movement. At nine hundred kilometers. 

What kind of movement? 
Non-orbital. 
Coming our way? Her hopes soared. Not unmixed with a dash of apprehension. 
Yes. It is closing at almost one kps. 
Close the door and repressurize, Ham. Solly, you hear that? 
Yes, I did. Ham, is it on an intercept course? 
/ would describe it as a collision course, Solly. 
Is it slowing down? Maintaining speed? 
It is accelerating. 
Okay. Prepare to leave orbit. 
Wait a minute, said Kim. We dont know that its hostile. 
Its sure as hell behaving that way. If they want to talk to us they can get on the radio. 
Solly, for Gods sake, this is why we came. If somebodys out there and we run for home, what good 
will it all have been? 
Kim, trust me. Its coming after us. 
He was right. She knew he was right, and it filled her with fury. What kind of stupidity was she facing? 
Run. 
Ham, she said, can you put the object onscreen? 
Negative, Kim. Its too far away. But I can tell you it has no identifiable propulsion system. 
Kim jabbed a fist in the air. You hear that, Solly? No tubes. Its the same technology. The Valiant is the 
real thing. 
I hear it, Kim. Youve been right all along. But its still dangerous. Ham, are we ready to move out yet? 

In fifteen seconds. 
Come on, Solly. Think what youre doing. 
I am thinking. 
Look how small it is. 
Thats what bothers me, Kim. Mines are small. Nukes are small. Ships with friendly celestials are not 
small. 
Solly 
Trust me. Id like to make this work the way you want it to. But we dont want to get killed over it. 
Ham? 
Ready, Solly. 
Take us out of here. Accelerate at two gees for the mo-ment. Take best course away from the object. 
And to Kim: If that things directed by a friendly intelligence, itll recognize were scared, and itll pull 
off. If it continues to charge, thatll tell us everything we need to know. He opened one of the cargo 
containers, put the body inside, and secured it. 
They might not think the way we do, she objected. 
Nobody friendly would launch something without trying to talk to us first. Ham, are we getting any kind 
of radio traffic? 
Wo, Solly. 
Put me on the multichannel, Kim said. Solly threw her a pitying look. It might be a misunderstanding 
of some sort, she added. 
Solly sighed loudly enough for her to hear. Im lost out here with a mad scientist, he said. 
She spoke into her throat mike: Hello. This is Kim Brandywine on the Hammersmith. We come in 
peace. 
Static. 

Is anybody out there? 
Just us goblins, said Solly. My guess is that the whole operation is automatic. You fly in, trigger the 
alarm, they shoot. 
That couldnt be. Its stupid. 
Maybe it is, but Ill bet you thats whats happening. Id say these people are a pretty ugly bunch. 
Kim tried several more times before giving up. Wheres the object now? she asked Ham. 
Closing fast. Range sixteen hundred kay. 
Solly waited impatiently, trapped in the hold while it re-pressurized. 
Solly, she said, Why dont we take a chance here? 
Kim, they are hostiles. What does it take? Wed better admit the reality. A bell dinged and he pulled off 
his helmet and hurried out of camera range. Ham, he said, what else can you tell us about this thing? 
Its casing deflects sensors, Solly. Regrettably, I can offer little additional data. I can report, however, 
that it has adjusted course and velocity and continues to gain on us, although 
it is now doing so at a constant rate. It is still on a collision course. 
Kim listened with growing dismay. The thing had all the appearance of a missile. How could they be so 
goddamn dumb? Like everything else in this business, it made no sense. 
Solly came into the room, sat down, and buckled in. Exciting, huh? he said. 
I guess I was wrong. 
I guess so. He looked up at the image of the pursuer on the overhead. Okay, Ham, lets rev it up. Go 
full ahead. 
The Hammersmith leaped forward. 
How long until we can make the jump? asked Solly. 
Twenty-one minutes, ten seconds. Object is still closing. 

Estimated time to intercept blinked in the right-hand corner: 17:40. We cant do it, she said. We might 
as well turn around and try to talk to them. 
Talk to a torpedoT 
She tried to think. Dont we have any defensive systems at all? 
We could go outside and hit it with a stick. Solly looked unhappy. I wish it were burning fuel. 
Why? 
Its small. It would run out quickly. What kind of power plant does it have? 
I can speculate, said Kim. 
Go ahead. 
Magnetic force lines is one possibility. Antimatters another. Maybe quantum cells. 
How do they move without thrusters? 
Maybe theyre using the same kind of technology we use to produce artificial gravity. Except in their 
case, the field forms outside the vehicle. In whatever direction they want it to go. So they just fall into it. 
In either event, said Solly, theyre going to have long-range capability. 
Oh yes, she said. Certainly. But they might not be able to keep up with us. Keep pouring on the coal. 
Youre more optimistic than I am. The damn things at seven hundred kay, currently closing at fortyeight 
per minute. That closure rates been a constant regardless of our acceleration. 
How about maneuvering? 
We can try that when it gets closer. 
The object was close enough now to have acquired definition. It had hyperbolic lines. In fact, it looked 
like a flying saddle. It even had a horn and side panels that resembled stirrups. Ham drew bar scales to 
show its size: thirty centimeters long, half as wide. Four centimeters thick. It was smaller than a saddle. 
The exterior was a smooth gray shell, save for a row of black lenses set along the side of the seat. It was 
white, and she could detect no markings. It doesnt look like a bomb, she said. 

Glad to hear it. 
Can we make a run for the rings? Maybe hide behind something? 
Were too far away. But Ill tell you what we can do. 
Yes? 
Send a subspace transmission to St. Johns. Copy to Matt. Tell them what we found and whats 
happening. 
Im not sure I want to tell the world what were doing. 
Why? 
Because we lose control of the discovery if we do that. 
Solly looked at her. Im beginning to understand what might have happened to the Hunter 
If we get chased off, go back with nothing, somebody else will be out very quick. Ill tell you what, 
Solly. Lets prepare the package, compress it, and have it ready to go. If it looks as if the worst is going to 
happen, well send it. Okay? 
He agreed and she instructed Ham what was to be done, what the message would say. It was to include a 
description of everything theyd done so far, especially the discovery of 
Emilys body, and would recommend that anyone else coming to Alnitak be equipped with defensive 
systems. 
When shed finished, Solly attached visuals of the object and Ham squeezed everything into a 
hypercomm transmission that would require less than a second to go out. 
Kim had meanwhile been watching the images on the navigation screen. The object continued to close. 
Five minutes to intercept, said Ham. 
Maybe its a heatseeker, she said. How about cutting the engines? 
He shook his head. Our first sighting was at nine hundred kilometers. Thats too far out for a heatseeker. 
Anyway that would be pretty primitive stuff for somebody who doesnt need reaction mass. No, this thing 
has a visual lock on us. Best we keep running. 

They had two clocks posted, one keeping track of time to intercept, and the other, about three minutes 
behind, the time till jump capability came on line. 
We could try the lander, she said. 
Abandon ship? He looked at her. If we do that, the best we can hope for is to spend the rest of our 
lives here. 
Why in Gods name, demanded Kim, would they do this? The damned thing cant be all that dumb. 
Dont know, said Solly. Im not up on my celestial psychology. 
Time to intercept clicked inside two minutes. 
Ham, on my command, well execute a thirty-degree rum, mark fifteen, to port. 
Solly, at this acceleration, you and your passenger will be subject to extreme stress and possibly even a 
degree of hazard. 
Thank you, Ham. I appreciate your concern. 
1 am always concerned for the welfare of crew and passengers. 
The object was fifty kilometers out. One minute away. Solly watched the clock tick down to a final ten 
seconds. Ham, he said. Execute. 
The Hammersmith rolled hard left and the nose lifted sharply. Kim was thrown to her right. Her organs 
jammed against one another while the seat shoved up against her. Her heart hammered and her vision got 
dark and she was afraid shed black out. The rumble of power in the walls increased, and she tried to 
concentrate on the blip. 
It went by us, Solly said. And then he looked at her. You dont look well. 
Im doing fine, she said. 
Object has commenced to turn, announced Ham. 
Kim sat with her eyes closed. For the moment she almost didnt care. 
We bought a minute or so, said Solly. 

She shook off her stupor. 
Still closing. 
Its image dominated the overhead. It was a preposterous object. Goddamn silly saddle. 
Coming up the tailpipe, said Solly. 
And then Ham: Sir, it is decelerating. Moving to port. 
It slipped off the screen, appeared again moments later as one of the other imagers picked it up. 
The object is running on a parallel course. Still decelerating. 
Hard right, Ham. 
This time it stayed with them. 
Maybe its not hostile after all, said Kim. It could have blown our rear end off if it wanted. 
Maybe. 
The range finder put it four meters off the port side. 
Four. 
It has matched course and speed, said Ham. 
The jump status indicator signaled theyd be ready in two minutes to go into hyperspace. Hold off, 
Solly, Kim said. Give them a chance. 
You have a suicide complex, sweetie. But well play your game. 
Object at two meters, said Ham. 
They watched its image growing larger. Then it was offscreen. 
Whered it go? asked Kim, after a long, damp silence. 
Its in close. The sensors arent picking it up. 

Object, said Ham, has attached itself to us. 
They sat without moving, without talking, without breathing. 
Kim gripped the arms of her chair, thinking how you really couldnt predict what a celestial might do. 
What happens if we make the jump now? she asked, in a voice so low that Solly had had to lean 
forward to hear her. 
Hard to say. He also was whispering. We might get rid of it. Or it might come with us. 
Kims pulse was in her throat. You still think its a bomb? 
What else could it be? 
Jump status achieved, said the AI. 
Hell, said Kim, lets go. 
Solly didnt need to be persuaded. Where? he asked. 
What do you mean? 
Greenway? Or Tigris? 
Solly, this is probably not the best time for a discussion group. 
Your call. 
Greenway, she said. 
Youre sure? 
Yes. 
Solly looked momentarily thoughtful and then directed the AI to take them home. 
The jump engines took over and the lights dimmed. Then the screens were blank, Alnitak was gone, the 
ringed world was gone, the star-clouds were gone. 
Jump successfully completed, said Ham. 

The object? 
Its still there. 
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If it were going to blow us up, said Kim, Id think it would have done so by now. 
Youre probably right. So we should be safe. For the moment. 
How do you mean, for the momentT 
We cant very well take it home. 
Why not? 
It might be a tracking device. 
You dont really think thats so? 
What else would it be if its not a bomb? 
She thought it over. It could be a gift. 
Like at Troy? 
Solly, we may be getting a little paranoid here. 
Yep. Of course, theres nothing necessarily wrong with a little paranoia when youre being chased. 
Weve no idea of their capabilities. And so far their intentions dont seem especially friendly. 
Okay, she said. Lets get rid of it. 
Solly nodded. My thought exactly. 
The object clung to the hull, not far from the main air lock. 

Solly got up and started for the door. Ill take care of it, he said. 
What are you going to do? 
They left the pilots room and walked downstairs. Solly opened a closet in the main floor entry. Only 
thing we can do. Go outside and shoo it away. He frowned. Its probably not dangerous, Kim. If theyd 
wanted to attack us, theyd have done so by now. Chances are, theyre hoping we didnt notice weve got 
a piggyback. 
She nodded. What do you want me to do? 
Stay put and keep warm. He selected an insulated bar and hefted it. This should work. 
How about if / go out this time? 
How much EVA experience do you have? 
How hard can it be? 
It isnt hard. But it helps to know what youre doing. He kissed her. 
Solly, she said, why would they put something on the hull that we can just go outside and remove? 
Youre suggesting they didnt. 
Thats right. Im suggesting it isnt going to come loose. 
Lets find out. 
Kim had played enough chess to know the basic credo: always assume the opponent will make the best 
possible move. I dont like this, she said. 
Solly managed to look as if everything were under control. It might be just a mind game. If its anything 
more, if something happens out there, tell Ham to head for St. Johns, okay? Dont go home. If we have to 
risk losing something, lets make it the outpost and not Greenway. 
She felt drained watching him climb into a pressure suit. And she thought suddenly of the Beacon Project. 
Here we are. Come get us. But no, it really couldnt be like that. It was not reasonable. 
What irritates me about all this, she told him over the link as he finished dressing and climbed into the 
air lock, is that I never seem to be able to do anything to help. 

So far youve done it all, Kim. Now sit tight and Ill be back in a half hour. 
They ran a radio check, shut off the gravity, and turned on all the portside exterior lights. Minutes later 
the panel indicated the outer door had opened. She directed the AI to watch Solly with whichever imagers 
it could bring to bear. 
Kim, said Ham, he also has a camera atop his helmet. 
Can you activate it? 
Of course. 
Do so. 
Pictures appeared on three screens, a side view of Solly, one from the rear, and the view from his helmet. 
A fourth imager locked on the object. 
Solly attached his tether to a safety ring just outside the air lock and strode purposefully across the hull, 
secured by magnetic boots. 
There were no stars, and consequently no sky. Space and time existed in this nether-universe, though the 
latter seemed to run at a variable rate, and the former was squeezed. This did not resemble, say, a night 
under thick clouds; because even the clouds would have been visible, sensible objects whose presence 
was felt, whose weight pressed down on an observer. This was a true void, an absence of everything, a 
universe which theory held to contain neither matter nor energy, save that which occasionally penetrated 
from outside, through the agency of jump engines. 
It reminded her of the terrifying moments in the spillway, when the world had closed down on her, buried 
her. When the only light, cast by her wristlamp, had faded into a darkness of mind and spirit that might 
have gone on forever. 
Solly moved among the antennas and sensors and housings littering Hammersmiths hull. She watched 
him draw close to the object, watched him turn his light on it. 
It had come to rest between a service hatch and a sensor mount. 
What do you think, Kim? he asked. 
Dont know, she said. Be careful. 
He touched it with the tip of his bar. There was no reaction. Im going to give it a poke, he said. 

Gently, she advised. 
Poking. 
She saw no reaction. 
Its on pretty good, said Solly. Probably magnetized. 
He stooped down and tried to wedge the bar beneath it. The saddle seat irised open. Kim jumped. 
So did Solly. 
It was as if a dark eye looked up at them. 
Solly, she breathed. 
I see it. The opening was as wide around as her hand was long. The darkness was palpable, a couple of 
centimeters deep. 
Be careful. 
Solly waited to see whether anything else would happen. When it didnt, he went back to trying to work 
the bar under the object. Kims view was poor: everything was a mix of shadows and bright lights and 
Sollys arms. She wished they could bring it inside, look at it, but even that seemed dangerous. 
Who would have believed it? They had obtained an apparently genuine extraterrestrial artifact, and they 
were going to throw it away. 
She wanted desperately for this to be over and Solly to be back inside. 
He worked the bar in and was grunting loudly as he pushed down. And suddenly the hull and the sensor 
mount, half-seen in the uncertain light, seemed to ripple. 
The effect came and went so quickly that she wasnt sure shed really seen it. 
The object came loose. 
Okay, Solly said. He got his right hand under it and peeled it off like a man removing an orange skin. 
When it was clear, he lifted it high, held it for her to see and the im-ager to record, turned it a half dozen 
ways so they missed nothing. Then he flung it away. She watched it spin out into the dark. 

Good show, Solly. 
Thanks. 
Solly pushed the bar into his belt and retreated into the air lock. He switched over to the AIs channel. 
Ham, wheres the object? 
Still outbound, Solly. At three kilometers per hour. Showing no sign of internal power. 
She glanced up at the screen dedicated to Sollys helmet imager and watched the lights come on in the air 
lock. The door swung shut and gravity returned throughout the ship. She could see the bench opposite the 
one he was sitting on. And part of the control panel, a blinking amber lamp, a hand rail, and one of 
Sollys feet. 
Ham, he said, Track the object as long as youre able. If theres any change, let us know. 
/// do that, Solly. 
The amber lamp would continue to blink until air pressure reached normal. Then it would turn green. 
Kim was wrestling with the problem. It was possible the Hunter had blundered the first contact, and it 
might be that she was now doing the same thing. We might wind up being a laughingstock for future 
historians, Solly, she said. 
I just dont like any of this, Kim. Weve established theres something here. Now I think we need to turn 
the whole thing over to a team that can come out here prepared to 
The amber light dulled. 
And brightened. 
It wasnt supposed to do that. 
To do the thing systematically, Solly concluded. 
Behind the lamp, the wall and the control panel wrinkled. In the way of a strip of pavement on a hot day. 
It was gone almost before the sensation had registered. Solly, she said, are we having an imager 
problem? 
No, he said. I saw it too. The silence in the ship was overwhelming. She left the pilots room and was 

waiting by the air lock when it opened. Solly came out. 
She put all the lights on in the entryway and looked into the air lock. Everything seemed normal. 
Ham, she said. Rerun the sequence from the helmet imager, beginning about four minutes ago. Put it 
on one of the entry windows. 
There were two large windows in the entryway. Both had carried images of the skies as they might have 
been seen from Greenway. Now one went dark and then lit up with Solly entering the air lock. 
Too recent, she said. Back it up another couple of minutes. 
It was just a power dip, said Solly. 
Maybe. 
She watched him moving rapidly backward, saw the saddle in reverse flight, watched it sail in toward 
him, saw him put it down on the hull. Use the bar. 
Solly-in-the-window worked backward furiously on the saddle. The circular opening in the seat closed. 
Okay, she said. Stop, Ham. Run it forward. 
Solly laid his helmet down, peeled off the suit, and sat down to get out of the boots. 
The sensor mount rippled again. 
Ham, said Kim, hold it. 
Sollys brow creased. They ran it several times. Then she took him to the sequence in the air lock, and 
they watched the amber lamp fade and brighten and the control panel lose its definition. It seemed to fold 
slightly, and darken, as if something had passed in front of it, as if the space it occupied had changed in 
some indefinable way. 
Does that she stared at the image on the monitor, normally happen out here? 
No. He switched over to the forward hull imager, backed up the record, and they watched the entire 
scenario from another angle. 
The sensor mount was in the foreground. Solly was behind it. And this time, it was Solly who rippled. 

I dont understand that, he said. 
Kims heart had picked up a beat. It scares me, Solly. 
When they peeled away her jumpsuit, they saw that something had cut Emily almost in half at the waist. 
The flesh was charred, the trunk partially severed, but there was no blood. 
They cleaned her up before putting her out the airlock, said Solly, pulling a sheet over the mutilated 
body. 
What could have happened to her? asked Kim. 
A laser, maybe. Solly looked puzzled. 
They returned the corpse to its container and Kim kept reminding herself that at least now she knew. But 
it wasnt much consolation. 
Analysis of the recordings provided no clue as to what, if anything, had happened on the hull or in the air 
lock. A trick of the light, perhaps. Or disturbances in the space-time continuum. After all, Solly had been 
outside the ship. Maybe there were side effects when you opened up air locks to hy-perspace. Indeed, no 
other explanation offered itself. So they put it out of their minds, as best they could, and resumed their 
normal shipboard routine. 
And as the days passed with no recurrence of the effect, they forgot about it altogether. 
Meantime, the conversation centered on the kind of reception theyd receive when they got back to 
Greenway. Police or a parade? Kim was unwaveringly optimistic. You cannot prosecute the person who 
answers one of the great all-time scientific and philosophical questions. Solly, whod been around longer, 
suggested that their accomplishment would only serve to anger Agostino even more. We might look 
good to posterity, he said, but the locals may take a different view. Remember Columbus? 
What about him? 
Died in a Spanish prison. 
On the other hand, Kim thought Agostino could be relied on to milk the mission for all it was worth, to 
make it sound as if it had been an Institute initiative from the start. In that case, their careers would be 
safe as long as they cooperated. 
Kim believed her interest in the sciences to be generally selfless, spurred primarily by a desire to push the 
frontiers of knowledge forward, to be part of the collective effort. She didnt think shed been in it for 
herself. But she resented the prospect that someone else might try to grab the credit after shed gone 

through so much. 
Five nights out of Alnitak, Kim, absorbed in these thoughts, was showering for dinner. 
Because there were only two people on board, there was no pressing need to conserve the water supply. 
She had just rinsed her hair and was using a towel to dry her face before opening her eyes. But she sensed 
movement in the washroom. 
Solly? she asked. 
Once before hed slipped in while she was in the shower, and had taken advantage of the opportunity, 
wrapping the curtain around her and fondling her through the translucent plastic. 
But he did not answer and when she looked no one was there. 
She dismissed the incident and the mild disappointment, dressed, and went down the hall for dinner, 
which included chicken, a fruit salad, and hot bread. They were talking about inconsequentials when Ham 
broke in: Solly, he said. lam losing control over some of my functions. They are being rerouted 
elsewhere. To an alternate manager. 
That cant be, said Solly. Are you reporting a virus? 
It is difficult to say precisely what the cause is, Solly. 
Which systems are you losing? 
/ am having some difficulty with communications, diagnostics, life support. The deterioration is 
continuing as we speak. 
Ham, what can we do to rectify the situation? 
I do not know. You might wish to consider going to manual. If the process continues, I will shortly 
become unreliable. 
Can we do that? asked Kim. Can we get home on manual? 
Oh, sure, said Solly. It just means well have to throw all the switches ourselves. And we might chip a 
little paint at the dock. Otherwise its no problem. Nevertheless he looked worried. 
They finished dinner, somewhat at less leisure than theyd begun, and went across to the pilots room. 
Kim took some of the hot bread with her. 

Solly removed a wall panel marked AUTO OFF. Ham, he said, Ill check with you periodically. Try to 
locate the problem and eliminate it. 
Yes, Solly. I am endeavoring to do that. 
His fingers touched a pumpkin-colored handle and moved it forward. A row of orange lamps came on. 
The pilot finally gets to earn his pay, he told Kim. 
Where do we go from here? she asked. 
We relax. He gestured toward the navigation console, which was built into a desk. If you see any red 
lights and Im not here, call me. 
If something happened, wouldnt the Klaxons sound? 
Maybe. If weve got a virus in the system, everything becomes unreliable. He must have seen the doubt 
in her face. But dont worry. Well be fine. 
Thats it? 
Thats it. The ship is pretty much still automated. Itll still produce hot water, prepare the food, recharge 
the power cells. The only difference now is that were going to have to punch some buttons to make 
things happen. He paused, considering their situation. If theres a variance between actual conditions 
and prescribed conditions, the ship may not notice. Which means we might have to turn up the thermostat 
once in a while. Piece of cake, other than the inconvenience. 
Kim took a long time to ask the question that really bothered her. Solly, she said, do you think its 
possible? She hesitated. 
That? 
The virus came from the device! 
No, he said, perhaps a little too quickly. Its a glitch in the programming, Kim. He hesitated. It 
happens. 
Kim studiously avoided bringing the subject up again. That evening they wandered down to the rec room 
and watched, but did not participate in, Party of Five, a light comedy in which the lead characters 
discover they are living next door to a group marriage with two husbands and three wives. 
Party of Five did not get many laughs, and Kim spent most of her time thinking how cavernous the ship 

felt. Solly tried to look relaxed, but he kept laughing at the wrong parts. 
Before they went to bed, he reactivated the AI, but did not return control of the systems to it. Ham, have 
you been making progress with the virus? 
The windows opened out onto an ocean. In the distance, Kim could see a whale spouting. 
Ham? said Solly. Answer up. 
He glanced sidewise at her and tried again. The AI had always responded within seconds. 
Kim got up, put her hands in her pockets, and turned away from the seascape. It sounds as if its down 
altogether, she said. 
Apparently. 
Ever know it to happen before? 
Never. But this is also the first time Ive had to shut down an AI. Maybe it has that kind of effect. 
Ham, she said. Are you there? 
They went up to the pilots room and Solly sat down at the console and initiated a diagnostic. Thisll 
take a few minutes, he said. 
The windows opened onto the same seascape, although the whale was gone. 
When we get back, she said suddenly, you arent going to walk away from me, are you? 
No. Solly put an arm around her. I love you, Kim. 
He gathered her in and they kissed. 
Kim he said. 
Yes? 
Will you marry me? 
It came without warning. Yeah, she said, carefully keeping her voice level. I think Id like to do that. 

The diagnostic chimed. It showed no problem. Everything was fine. 
That cant be, said Solly. I mean, we cant even raise the AI. 
Solly broke out the captains best stock that evening to celebrate their engagement. They made love to 
candlelight and soft music, starting in the briefing room, where the windows were full-length and 
provided a glorious view from the top of Mount Morghani, pausing once on the third-floor landing, and 
continuing with unabated zeal into the bedroom. 
Even though they were alone on the ship, Kim always took care to close the bedroom door. On this 
occasion, however, Solly carried her in and tumbled her among the sheets, and so the door remained 
open. 
The night went on and on, with occasional downtime for him during which they talked of the future. And 
then Solly came for her again, and she delightedly gave herself to him. 
He was inexhaustible that night. Even with a body that was effectively twenty years old, he seemed to be 
performing above and beyond the call. But she stayed with him and there came a moment when he was 
lying with his head toward the foot of the bed and he brought her down atop him, turning her on her back, 
spread-eagling her. 
She luxuriated in the sensation of his body beneath hers, his lips against the nape of her neck, his hands 
exploring her. The illumination in the ship had dimmed to nighttime levels, which meant the passageway 
behind her was dark save for the soft glow of the security lights. 
Her head was thrown back in ecstasy and she was groaning and sighing, partly because she was inclined 
to do so, partly because she knew it inflamed him. Her line of vision went through the open door into the 
corridor. 
And she saw something move. 
It was a glimmer, a shadow, something at the far edge of awareness. Yet it was there. 
She was immediately trying to get Solly to stop. But he was at full throttle. 
Something was taking shape back there. 
A pair of eyes. From the darkness near the top of the doorway, just outside in the corridor. 
Suddenly she was back in Kanes villa, terrified in the cool emotionless gaze of the thing in that other 
passageway. Sollys hands were still holding her, playing with her. She pulled them away and rolled off 
onto the floor and, without taking her eyes from the apparition, got Solly to understand something was 

wrong and began feeling around for a weapon. The best she could find was a shoe. 
Whats the matter? he asked, startled. 
The eyes were the same emerald color, but flecked with gold. Vertical irises. Cats eyes. Cool, 
dispassionate, surgical. Very much like the thing in Kanes villa. But she saw no madness here. Only 
malevolence. 
The eyes were disembodied. 
They floated a few centimeters from the ceiling. 
Solly was staring down at her but she held a hand against his back, trying to get him to stay still. She 
found the remote, which was on a side table, and touched it. The lights came on. 
Solly looked at her. Looked out into the passageway. 
It was empty. 
Kim? Solly looked down at her. Whats wrong? 
She was weak, unable to move. It was outside the room. 
Outside? What was outside? He padded into the corridor and looked both ways. Nothing here, he 
said. What did you think you saw? 
She tried to describe it but it just came out sounding hallucinatory. 
All right, he said, when shed compared it to the thing in the lake. Lets find out. 
She got into her clothes and Solly pulled on a pair of shorts and detached a lampstand to use as a weapon. 
Then they examined each room on the third floor, Solly doing the actual search while Kim stayed in the 
corridor to ensure that nothing got behind them. 
He looked in closets and cabinets and behind beds. They moved with deliberation, and Kim was pleased 
to see that, despite the absurdity of her claim, he took her seriously rather than simply trying to argue 
what he must have thought: that shed been seeing things. 
They went down to the second floor and repeated the process, and then finally they searched the bottom 
of the ship. Long windows allowed them to see into all of the storage areas and the launch bay. He even 
climbed down into the lander through the open cockpit. The lander itself was attached to the 

Hammersmiths underside. They inspected the areas given over to the recycling systems, water tanks, and 
cargo. They looked in the engine room. When they were finished he turned to her. Kim, theres no place 
left to hide. 
It didnt matter. I saw it, she said. It was impossible, and she wanted to put it aside, wanted desperately 
to believe it was an illusion. A dream. A result of the wine shed drunk earlier in the evening. But shed 
been wide awake. Solly had seen to that. 
It was there, she said. It vanished when I put on the lights. 
Like a reflection would have done. 
Yes. 
But it wasnt a reflection. 
No. It wasnt. Couldnt have been. 
There was egress to interior wiring and systems compartments through several access panels. But it 
would have required time to remove and then replace them. He looked at them, and they were locked 
down tight. 
I saw it. 
I believe you. 
They went back up to their room, walking softly along the carpeted floors, and turned out the lights, 
returning the ships illumination to what it had been. Kim looked into the semidarkness, studied the row 
of tiny security lamps which came on automatically when the ship dimmed down for nighttime running. 
There was nothing that could have fooled her into thinking shed seen a pair of eyes. 
The most frightening aspect was the things resemblance to the earlier apparition. She wondered if it had 
somehow contrived to follow her out here. 
Shed brushed aside the experience in the Severin Valley, locked it in a remote corner of her mind, and 
convinced herself it had been a trick of the light, or a product of an over-supply of oxygen. 
Now she was confronted by it again. And for the first time in her adult life, she questioned her 
worldview, her assumption that the universe was rational. That it was governed by self-consistent laws. 
That there was no place for the supernatural. 

You all right, Kim? He was standing over her, pulling on his clothes, obviously worried. 
Im fine, she said. 
There was another, more likely, possibility. 
She sat down at the console and replayed the visuals from Sollys helmet imager, stopping the display 
when the ripples appeared, on the hull and in the air lock. 
The thing shed seen was connected with the saddle. The object had not been a bomb; it had been a 
transport. 
If that were so, she wondered whether she and Solly could even talk to each other without being 
overheard. Had the celestials mastered enough of the language to eavesdrop? 
She told Solly what she thought. 
Okay, Solly said. Well proceed on the assumption weve got an intruder. That would explain whats 
happening to Ham as well. 
There is this, she told him. At least it wont try to murder us in our sleep. 
I dont want to be downbeat on this, but why not? 
Because it wants to follow us home. 
Kim, I hate to point this out. He lowered his voice. The course is already set. If it were to get us out of 
the way, all it would have to do is sit tight and ride old Ham into port. 
They were sitting on the bed, staring out into the corridor, which now seemed like strange territory, a 
passageway from another world. No, she said. It probably doesnt know what leg of the trip were on. 
Itll want us functioning until we get home. Until it can be sure. 
I hope. 
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For Courage in Extremity 
INSCRIPTION ON THE CONCELIAR MEDAL OF VALOR 

In the morning, they searched the vessel again, all three floors, the engine room, the lander, and every 
other space they could think of. Solly removed the various access panels and peered back among the 
cables and circuits. They found nothing. Its hard to believe theres anything on board that shouldnt be 
here, he said. 
Reluctantly, she said what they both must have been thinking: Maybe we shouldnt go home. 
They were sitting in the wingback chairs in the briefing room. It was late afternoon; both were exhausted 
from the long hunt and its accompanying frustrations. Kim, said Solly, we can interrupt the flight 
anytime and call for help. But then what do we do? If it could get aboard without our seeing it, itll do the 
same to any rescue ship. He rubbed his eyes. Weve done everything we can to ensure theres no 
intruder. So either we go home, or we sit out here somewhere until the food runs out. 
During the search, Kim had sensed that he was becoming skeptical of her story. In full-daylight mode, the 
Hammersmiths rooms and corridors seemed less threatening and the danger more remote. The choices, 
should they determine they actually had an intruder, were stark. Best to write the incident off as the result 
of dim lighting, heated passions, and too much alcohol. Look, he said, at worst, all we have to do is 
maintain control of hypercomm, dont let it transmit anything, and we dont have to worry. No matter 
what else happens. 
Are we sure we can do that? 
I can take a wrench to it if I have to. 
The return trip remained somber. Kim kept their bedroom door closed, for whatever good that might do. 
It was, she complained to Solly, like sleeping in a haunted house. The days passed without incident, but 
Kim knew the thing was there, drifting through coils and corridors, just outside the range of vision. 
Occasionally, she caught glimpses of it, the eyes sometimes formed of light from a lamp, of steam from a 
shower. There were movements in the dark, the sense of a cold current brushing her ankle, the sound of 
whispering in the bulkheads. Even the murmur of the ships electronics occasionally sounded malevolent. 
If Solly picked any of this up, he said nothing. 
Unavoidably, the sex became infrequent. When it did occur, it was distracted, stealthy, hurried, as though 
there were others in the ship who might happen on them at any moment. 
The spontaneity drained away. During what she had already begun to think of as the good old days, 
encounters might begin and eventually be consummated anywhere in the ship. Now, wherever they might 
start, they concluded behind the closed doors of their sleeping compartment. After Kim had put on the 
light and inspected it. 
She felt exposed and vulnerable when they were both asleep. But when she broached the subject to Solly 

he looked so dismayed that she did not push for a watchstand-ing system. 
He must be thinking of her as a frightened child, wondering what sort of relationship hed got himself 
into. But she felt like a frightened child. Were their places reversed, had it been Solly who was seeing 
things in empty corridors, she would certainly be rethinking the relationship. She feared she might lose 
him over this, and that might be the worst of it. But she couldnt help herself. There was a hazard, and 
Solly didnt entirely believe her. 
She grew resentful, of Solly, and of her own fears. And she acquired an unrelenting hatred for the thing 
that had taken up residence with them. She waited, and literally prayed, for it to show itself in some 
substantive way. 
Sollys efforts to get the AI back online produced no discernible results. Occasionally there were 
nonsense voice responses, asserting that passengers should prepare for acceleration, or that the food 
preparation system was suffering from an overload and needed a new conduction unit. It suggested course 
changes and adjustments in mission parameters and wished them good morning at all hours. 
We need somebody who knows what hes doing, Solly grumbled, but he never stopped trying. 
Without Ham, he had to get his hands dirty on occasion. He found himself performing routine duties such 
as managing power flow adjustments. Because some systems had gone down with the AI, he wasnt 
necessarily alerted when malfunctions happened, nor was there a system to tell him the nature of the 
problem. So when internal communications crashed, he needed several hours and a lot of crawling around 
on hands and knees to locate and replace a faulty relay. Self-test procedures run regularly by the jump 
engines developed an aberration that periodically set Klaxons sounding throughout the ship. He couldnt 
figure that one out at all and simply shut the alarms down, hoping the engines wouldnt develop a fatal 
flaw in the meantime. 
Solly commented that he was learning a lot this trip. 
Kim helped wherever she could, which wasnt often. Electronics was not her forte, but she asked 
questions and she too was learning. 
The closest they came to a serious problem arose during the third week when the Klaxons sounded one 
night at three A.M., signaling that the oxygen-nitrogen mix was exceeding parameters. Solly didnt know 
what to do about that, and the alarms continued sporadically during the next few hours, warning of a 
deteriorating condition. He growled that for all they knew the problem was with the alarm system rather 
than life support, but he continued working on it, replacing every part he could reach until finally the 
clamor stopped. 
Kims normal high spirits never returned. She no longer wandered through the ship on her own, but rather 
stayed close to Solly. She read more extensively than ever before, mostly books and articles in her 

specialty, but also novels and histories and even Simon Westcott, the classic second century philosopher 
whod tried to explain how consciousness had developed in a mechanistic universe. 
Occasionally, when she was alone, she caught herself speaking to the visitor. I know youre there, she 
told it, keeping her voice down so Solly wouldnt overhear. 
Why dont you show yourself? 
Toward the end of the voyage, the debate went underground, where it simmered like a waste-disposal 
system occasionally leaking noxious fumes. There was simply nothing more to say. During the last three 
weeks, Kim saw nothing out of the ordinary. She tried to talk herself into dismissing the apparition, or at 
least into locking it away in a corner of her mind where it could cause no disruption, much as she had the 
earlier experience at Remorse. But then shed been able to get away from the Severin Valley. Now she 
was bolted in with the thing. 
So thered been an uneasy moratorium, a studied avoidance of the subject. Conversation necessarily 
became guarded rather than informative, ceremonial rather than intimate. It was like having a rhinoceros 
on board, whose presence no one wanted to recognize. 
On the last day, however, as they approached jump status, Solly broached the subject. Im sorry the 
flight turned out the way it did, he said. 
His tone suggested he wasnt holding her aberration against her. Its not your fault, she said, carefully 
restraining the anger that began to stir. 
We need to decide whether were going to report the incident. 
Translation: Do you want to admit to having a hallucination? 
They were both in the pilots room. Everything was in order, and the clock was counting down. Solly was 
waiting for the status lamps to light, after which he would push the EXECUTE key, and they would leap 
across into their own universe. 
Got a question, Kim said, casually. 
Go ahead. 
When we use the hypercomm transmitter, how do we know its in use? 
His jaw tightened. Could you rephrase that, Kim? How could I not know Im using it? 

She tried again. When were communicating via hypercomm, does something light up on the status 
board? 
Right here. He pointed at a pair of lamps atop the communication console. Orange means Hams 
begun the operation, that a channel is being opened, and green means its okay to talk. 
Can you test it? 
Test what? 
Test the system. See if it works. 
Kim, why? He looked puzzled. 
Humor me, Solly. Please. 
Ordinarily he would simply have asked Ham to open the channel. Now it was necessary to pull the 
control board across his lap, consult his manual, press some keys. 
Well? she asked. 
Thats odd. 
No lights. 
Problem? 
The status lamps should have lit up, he said. 
So as things are now, if someone were transmitting, we wouldnt know. 
He checked the bulbs. Both were scorched. Howd you guess? 
She shrugged. It seemed like a possibility. 
He went back to the utility locker and returned with fresh lamps. This has to do with the intruder, right? 
I dont like whats happening, Solly. She was suddenly desperately weary, anxious to see real sunlight 
again, and a real ocean. The virtual expanses of Hammersmiths projection system just didnt cut it. No 
matter how vast the stretches of sea and beach might appear, she always knew she was inside a chamber. 
When do you expect well be docking? she asked. 

About six in the morning. 
It was not quite ten A.M., and they were just a few minutes from the jump. Twenty hours? she asked. 
That seems kind of long. 
Its because of the time differential in hyperflight, he said. We never know quite where well 
materialize. So we want to be well away from Greenway. 
Sounds good to me. 
Check your harness. 
She could hear power gathering in the jump engines. Solly activated the external sensors and telescopes. 
She sat back, but kept an eye on the hypercomm lamps. 
As they clicked down to one minute, Solly sighed. You really expect something to happen, dont you? 
I think something just did, she said. In any case, to answer your question: Yes, I think we should 
contact Matt as soon as were able. I want to tell him whats going on. 
So what are you going to say? That you think theres something on board that shouldnt be here? 
Thats right. 
He grew somber. If you do that, we may not get home anytime within the foreseeable future. Youll 
scare them out of their socks, and well spend the next few years on old Hammersmith. 
I dont know what else to do, Solly, she said. 
The clock ran down to zero and he pressed the key. 
A wave of vertigo passed behind her eyes. But she tried to control her breathing and think of other things. 
Like how good it had been with Solly, despite the problems. Like the fact that Emilys body was 
downstairs and somebody was going to pay up for that. 
 The sensation passed quickly and the windows lit up with familiar constellations. Greenway and its 
moons appeared on one of the auxiliary screens. 
Transition complete, he said. 
Kim nodded and kept her eyes on the hypercomm lamps. 

Solly opened a channel to Sky Harbor. This is Hammersmith. Approaching on manual. Computer out. 
Request assistance. 
While they waited for the signal to reach Greenway, and for the controllers to respond, Solly looked over 
his instruments. Everything seems normal, he said. 
Kim couldnt sort her feelings out. She wanted the problem to go away, wanted to get home with her 
discovery, wanted to enjoy her accomplishment. But she also wanted to be proved right, for Solly to see 
that the apparition had substance. Maybe she wanted to demonstrate that to herself as well. She wanted an 
apology from somebody. 
Hammersmith, this is Sky Harbor. A female voice. Weve been expecting you. Patrol will escort you 
in. They gave Solly a course and speed. 
That doesnt sound good, he said. 
He brought the ship around to the prescribed heading and fired the mains. A blip appeared on the longrange 
navigation screen. Thatll be our escort, he said. 
How far are they? 
Several hours. 
Something caught Kims attention. A movement, a shift in the light. She looked around the pilots room. 
Nothing seemed changed. 
Problem? Solly asked. 
Dont know. She reached over and touched the hypercomm lamps. They were warm. I think theyre 
out again, she said. 
He frowned and tried them for himself. And then scowled. 
He removed the orange lamp and held it up to his eyes. They sure are. 
Is there any other way to know whether were transmitting? 
Yes. He punched a button. Patrol, Hammersmith. Do you read? 
Hammersmith, this is Patrol one-one. Affirmative. Do you require assistance? Male voice this time, 

Bondolay accent. Lots of rs. 
Are we showing a hypercomm transmission? 
Wait one. He sounded as if he were being patient. Kim wiped her mouth while she waited for the 
response, which seemed to take an interminably long time. Then the voice was back: Hammersmith, he 
said, that is affirmative. He sounded puzzled. How could Hammersmith be transmitting and the pilot 
not know? Is there a problem? 
Computer is down, Solly said, climbing out of his chair. And were having some other minor 
malfunctions. He signed off and left the pilots room in a dead run. Minutes later he was back, his face 
pale. You were right, Kim, he said. There is something in the works and the son of a bitch is trying to 
talk to the folks at home. 
The first thing itll do, she said, is tell them where Greenway is. Turn off the transmitter. 
I just did. 
Good. 
He opened the channel again. Patrol, this is Hammersmith. Has the subspace transmission ceased? 
Negative. The voice paused. Hammersmith, what is your situation? 
I think we ought to tell them, said Kim. 
That would not be a good idea. If they believed us, we might just get a missile up our tailpipe. 
I dont believe theyd do that. 
Dont be too sure. This situation has suddenly become very scary. 
Suddenly. Solly. Its always been scary. She couldnt keep the note of recrimination out of her voice. 
He tried to apologize, but she brushed it away. No matter. Its okay. 
It wasnt, of course. But deep down she felt a sense of gratification that shed been shown to be right. 
He talked to the Patrol again, detailing the mechanical problems. This is becoming a nightmare, he told 
her. Then he shut down the engines. 

You said something about taking a wrench to it, she said. 
Thats what we have to do. But its on the lower level, back in the woodwork. Itll take a half hour or 
more. Thats too much time. 
So what do we do? 
Give me a moment. He handed her a wristlamp, told her to turn it on, and opened a closet. He vanished 
inside and she heard him moving things around, heard the sound of a panel sliding back, and then the 
room went dark. But it wasnt like the normal darkness in the pilots room, where one could sit in the 
glow of the instrument panels. Everything died: screens, gauges, status lamps, telltales, the electronic 
burble of the equipment. The place had gone completely black and silent. She tried to change her position 
and felt herself rising out of the seat. The artificial gravity was off. 
A few security lights, operating on a separate circuit, began to glow. A battery lantern snapped on behind 
her. Thatll stop it, he said. 
I hate to bring this up. She was afloat now. Do we still have life support? 
No. Everythings shut down, except the engines. Theyre on a bypass. But well be okay long enough to 
disable the transmitter. 
They switched to grip shoes and went down to the bottom floor, where long windows looked into the 
cargo and storage bays. The lamps threw shadows behind stocks of food, esoteric equipment that would 
have been used in the Taratuba mission, the recycling units, and the gravity control system. Solly opened 
a cabinet and picked out some tools. Satisfied, he led her toward the front of the ship. 
Twin water tanks were housed forward in bays on either side of the passageway. They entered the 
starboard side and knelt down beside the tank. Solly anchored the lantern, which had a magnetic base, 
and began removing a panel. 
Kim watched him work, got up, and went back into the corridor. She could see the stairway at the rear, 
outlined by security lights. In the launch bay, in the glow of her wrist-lamp, the landers cockpit looked 
like a fishs head, rising through the floor. Its circular viewports stared back at her. 
Solly laid the panel alongside the tank and looked inside the wall at a crawl space. Itll take a while, he 
said, ducking into it. I have to remove some other stuff to get at the transmitter. He took the lantern and 
was gone. 
The darkness pressed down on her. 
She could hear the clink of Sollys tools and the occasional scrape of metal on metal. Now and then 

something banged. The noise lifted her spirits. She stayed close by. 
After a few minutes she heard a grunt of satisfaction. Thatll do for the son of a bitch, he said. 
At that moment, a circle of illumination snapped on at the top of the staircase and her weight came back 
with the force of a blow between the shoulder blades. Although both shoes had been in contact with the 
deck, it was nonetheless like stepping into an unexpected hole in an unlit room. She twisted her knee and 
yelped. Solly, she cried, warn me next time. Her voice echoed off the walls. 
Wasnt me, he yelled. 
Lights were coming on everywhere, in the passageway, the individual bays, even in the crawl space. 
Powers back on! she said. 
I can see that. This goddamn thing could have juiced me. 
She smelled something burning. Then he reappeared. One problem settled anyhow, he said. Nobodys 
going to communicate with anybody. 
Solly. She kept her voice very low. Whyd the power come back on? 
Somebody turned it on. He was holding the wrench in his right hand. 
What do we do now? 
Were going to get rid of our visitor. 
How do we do that? We cant even find it. 
They returned down the corridor and stood at the foot of the staircase, looking up at the landing. The 
airtight door at the top was open, just as theyd left it. 
We need to get some help, she said. 
That might not be easy. I just finished off the transmitter. 
You mean we cant communicate locally either? 
Not with anybody outside screaming range. I would have just disabled the hypercomm function if Id 
known how. Takes a goddamn engineer to figure some of this equipment out. 

So whats next? she asked. 
Solly put his arm around her and held her for a moment. Stick with me. 
He led the way up the staircase and with noticeable reluctance put his head through the open door and 
looked both ways along the corridor. Dont see anything, he said. 
The doors to the various compartments were all closed, save for the rec room, which was always open. 
They peeked in, saw nothing, and climbed to the top floor. 
From the pilots room came the quiet murmur of the instruments. Everything was back on line. 
Kim was alarmed to see that the status board was blinking red, but Solly explained it was only a warning 
that there was no transmission capability. 
The Patrol was talking to them, asking what was wrong, pointing out they were off course, urging them to 
respond, assuring them help was on the way. They would be alongside, they said, in two hours. 
Solly went back into the closet and showed her the power cutoff. It was a long black handle. It was up, in 
the white area, designated ON. That caps it, said Solly. We do have an intruder. 
No way it could trip back itself? 
No, he said. Its not supposed to be possible for it to turn itself on or off. 
Maybe, said Kim, we should blink our lights for the Patrol. Let them know weve no 
communications. 
Theyll figure it out on their own. He slumped into a seat. Its invisible. But its solid, right? It has to 
be. I mean, it turns handles. 
No, Kim said. We know its physical. Thats not quite the same thing as being solid. 
Well, whatever, its time to get rid of it. 
How? 
Easy. He took two pressure suits out of the utility locker and handed her one. Put this on. 
Why? Whats the plan? 

Were going to blow it out the door. 
At first she didnt know what he meant. And then she understood. Depressurize, she said. 
Sure. Its the only way I know. 
Brilliant, Solly, she said. Id never have thought of it. 
He shrugged. I saw it done in an old video. 
She stripped off her outer clothes and got into the suit. It was the first time shed ever worn one and she 
needed help to secure the helmet properly. You okay? he asked. 
She felt as if she couldnt get enough air. 
Just relax, he said. He did something to her backpack. Hows that? 
Better. Thanks. 
Its okay. He showed her the controls on her gloves, how she could adjust temperature, the air mix, 
whatever, and pulled on his own suit while she demonstrated she knew how to handle everything. He 
locked down his helmet and ran a radio check. 
Now, he said, lets get rid of the pest. 
They stowed their personal gear, toothbrushes, soap, clothes, commlinks. Then they walked through the 
ship, all three floors, opening every interior hatch, and leaving them open. When theyd finished they 
returned to the pilots room and sat down. Kim looked around, could see nothing else that required their 
attention. I think were ready, she said. 
Solly nodded, turned off the blowers, and shut down the air supply. 
Kim punched the stud on the arm of her chair, and the harness settled over her. All set, she said. 
Solly leaned over the console and his fingers flashed across the keyboard. 
Whats going on? she asked. 
I have to override the safety routines. But were in business now. 
The Patrol voice asked again whether Hammersmith was receiving. Please blink your lights if you hear 

me, he said. And a moment later: We have traffic for you from the Seabright Institute. Please respond if 
you are able. 
Solly, she said, did you hear that? 
Business first. 
Okay, she said. 
Opening up. 
She heard a hatch downstairs turning on its bearings. Then a murmur that escalated rapidly into a 
hurricane of sound. Wind swirled around her and tried to suck her out of the chair. Loose objects sailed 
past. 
It lasted about two minutes. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it subsided, and the ship fell silent. 
Weve got vacuum, said Solly. 
They unbuckled and went downstairs to the air lock and looked out. Helios was behind them. The three 
bright stars of Orions Belt glittered in the night. What do you think? he asked. 
It should have worked. Theres no life-form / ever heard of that can resist a total depressurization. 
How long should we leave it open? 
Id give it a couple of hours. I dont suppose you saw anything unusual go out? 
No. 
Pity. 
They went back to the pilots room where Solly blinked the running lights. 
Please inform us if you can hear this transmission, came the reply. One blink for yes. Two for no. 
Solly blinked once. 
Are you in imminent danger? 
Solly blinked twice. Not that it made any real difference, as far as Kim could see. She doubted they could 

get here any faster. 
The Patrol asked whether the pilot had control of the vehicle. 
Solly blinked once. 
Could they go to a new course? 
One blink. 
They set the directed course and speed. Then they began responding to queries about Hammersmiths 
condition. Finally the Patrol vessel pronounced itself satisfied there was no immediate crisis and put the 
Institute on the circuit. 
Hello. It was Marts voice. Solly, are you okay? Kim? Is everyone all right? 
Solly blinked once and heard the Patrol relay the answer. Yes.  
They tell me youve got problems with the radio and cant respond. He sounded relieved. But they 
think youre doing okay, and theyll have you out of there pretty soon. Were glad to see you back home. 
I dont think the official powers are happy, but theyve got their ship back. Maybe they wont prosecute. 
Im leaving in a few hours and Ill meet you at Sky Harbor. Did you have any luck? 
He sounds subdued, suggested Solly. How do you want me to answer him? 
Tell him yes. 
Solly blinked once. 
Do you mean you found something? 
Yes. 
Intelligence? 
She was thinking this was not something theyd want to discuss in public and Matt knew it but he 
couldnt restrain himself. 
Yes. 
Ill meet you when you dock. 

He signed off. Prosecution, said Solly, probably depends on whether Phil is happy with the results. 
He wont be happy, said Kim. We met a celestial and we killed it. She was quiet for a while. Then: 
Why not try the AI? Lets see if its back. 
Ham, said Solly, are you there? 
Im here, Solly. 
Another good sign. Solly let out his breath. Thank God, he said. 
Are you fully functional, Ham? asked Kim. 
Yes. I believe so. 
Do you know what happened to you? 
I was 
Yes? 
taken over  
Go ahead, Ham. 
By an intelligence. 
Artificial? 
I do not know. 
Is it gone now? 
/ do not detect its presence. Although I suspect it could hide itself from me if it wished. 
What can you tell us about it? 
It is not listed in the catalog. 
Was it biological? Kim was asking the questions while Solly listened. 

/ dont think so. I believe it was molecular, and that it was powered by electrical fields, possibly 
generated by accelerated quantum activity. It was quite a unique presence. It seems to have been 
designed for a specific purpose. 
What purpose? 
I would say to seize a starship. 
I wonder, said Solly, if it was supposed to grab us before we left the Alnitak system? 
Its possible, said Kim. It would have had to be pretty quick to do that. 
/ think there was an alternate function. With respect to us. 
And that was? 
To remain with the ship and inform its the AI searched for a word, inform its supervisor of our 
final destination. 
Who is the supervisor? 
I dont know. 
The intelligence behind this thing must be a moron grumbled Kim. Why make a grab instead of 
introducing themselves? 
What else do you know of its physical structure? asked Solly. 
I detected free hydrogen molecules. Methane. Oxygen. It seemed, however, not to have a coherent 
physical form. 
A ghost, said Kim. 
I do not understand the connection with folklore. 
Its okay, said Solly. Neither do we. 
One of these things is hanging around Lake Remorse, said Kim. 
Solly nodded. I think youre right. 

Hammersmith, said the Patrol vessel, are you currently engaged in EVA? 
Solly blinked twice. No. 
You have an open air lock. 
If it wasnt gone by now Solly closed up, reopened the air ducts, and started the pumps. Forty minutes 
later they had a green board and were able to remove the suits. 
What next? he asked as he wriggled back into his clothes. 
Go home, she said. Get a message to Matt. We need the Institute to figure out a way to sweep the ship 
to make sure the intruders gone. Then we can turn over the intercepts and wait for world acclaim. 
Solly returned a simple yeah. 
The Patrol vehicle was now within optical range. They watched it move from port to starboard, 
apparently conducting a visual inspection. It was smaller than the Hammersmith, but it looked efficient 
and deadly. A ring antenna rotated slowly. Hammersmith, they said, we will be coming aboard. Blink 
once to acknowledge. 
Thats not routine, said Solly. They probably have orders to take us into custody. 
Itll get straightened out when Matt A puzzled expression had appeared on Sollys face. Whats 
wrong? she asked. 
He shushed her and cupped his ear. The engines were changing pitch. The mains grew louder and Kim 
sank back, was pushed back, into her seat. They were changing course. And accelerating. 
What the hell? Solly punched keys on the status board. 
The Patrol demanded they return to base course and speed. 
Whats going on? she asked. 
Dont know. Ham, whats happening? //am? 
The mains were still cranking up. Were moving toward jump status, Solly said. 
That goddamn thing is still here. Kim barely breathed the words. 

Solly went to manual again and pulled the emergency engine cut-off toggle. Nothing happened. They 
continued to accelerate. 
Its taking the ship. Kim felt panic rising in her belly. Heading for home. 
Isnt gonna happen. Solly went back into the closet, where she knew he was going to cut the power 
again. 
She heard him remove the panel, heard him pull the switch. Goddammit, he said. It doesnt work. The 
son of a bitch has killed the circuit. 
What can we do? asked Kim. 
He consulted the status board. Its going home, he said. Taking us with it. 
Can we disable the engines? 
Not if we cant shut down the power. Theres not enough time. 
She was unbuckling. How about hitting them with a wrench? 
Theyd probably blow on the spot. Theres a safer way. 
She followed him out into the passageway and down the stairs. What? Do these things have a selfdestruct 
mechanism? 
More or less. All we have to do is cut in the jump engines prematurely. Before theyre ready. Thats 
instant overload. Do you have the disk? 
What? How do you mean? 
Blow it up, Kim. Come on, lets go. 
He meant the intercept disk, the one with the Hunter recordings. She stopped to snatch it out of her room. 
Get your commlink too, he said. 
There were a few other items as well that shed have liked to save, but it didnt look as if theyd have 
time to pack. 
Didnt you say there was a safety feature? she asked. 

Ive already overridden it. They were hurrying down to the first level. 
How do we do it without getting killed? 
From the lander, he said. But we have to make this fast. 
They retrieved Emilys body. Then Solly led the way to the launch bay and stopped in front of a control 
board. Never had to do it this way before, he said, typing in a command. Two hatches opened in the 
lander, one to the cockpit, the other to the landers cargo hold. They secured Emily in cargo and climbed 
into the cockpit. Solly took the pilots seat, and began hitting switches. Power came on. Then he turned 
and looked at her with a pained expression. I forgot something, he said. Sit tight. Ill be right back. 
He squeezed her wrist and climbed out. 
She watched him dash across the launch bay and out into the corridor. What could have been so important 
that? 
The hatch closed and clicked. She looked out across the empty bay. Solly? 
The engine changed pitch again. 
She tried to raise him on the commlink. Where are you, Solly? 
The connecting door between the launch bay and the corridor swung shut. A ferocious fear gripped her. 
Solly! 
Kim. His voice came from the link. Kim, Im sorry. 
No! she shrieked at him. You cant do this 
Ive no choice, Kim. Listen to me 
I dont understand. 
I cant detonate Hammersmith from the lander. 
But you said 
I lied. Im sorry, I lied. If I hadnt youd have insisted on staying, and I couldnt allow that. 
Then back off. Let the Patrol do this. They can blow the thing to hell. She was trying to get the door 

open so she could get out of the lander but red lights were blinking, telling her the air pressure outside 
had begun to drop. Everything was sealed. 
There isnt time, Kim. Theyre not going to attack an Institute ship on our say-so. The thingll get away. 
Itll go home with the Hammersmith and theyll know where we live. 
Please, Solly, she sobbed. Dont do this. 
The lander was moving beneath her, slipping its moorings. 
I cant fly this thing, Solly. 
You dont have to. The initial launch will get you clear. Then just tell the computer to take you to the 
Patrol. Or wait for them to pick you up. 
Solly, I dont want to live without you. 
I know, babe. Always have. 
She banged her fists against the hatch. No, Solly. No no no no 
Goodbye, Kim. Dont forget me. 
She squeezed her eyes against the flood of tears. Engines surged. The launch gear clicked and whined. 
Then the lan-der dropped and she was out among the stars. 
Another voice broke into the cockpit. The Patrol.  Please advise, lander, it was saying. Whats going 
on? 
Dont do it, Solly, she screamed. Im coming back. Lander, take me back to the Hammersmith. 
But a brilliant flash illuminated the cockpit. And she heard the Patrol voice saying Holy God. 
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Real friends are our greatest joy and our greatest sorrow. One would almost wish that all true and 
faithful friends expire on the same day. 
FRANCOIS FENELON, On the Death of the Due de Chevreuse, 1714 c.E. 
Kim was barely aware of being retrieved by the Patrol. They gave her something to calm her down. They 

assigned a female officer to stay with her until the trank took effect, and Kim fell into a nightmarish sleep 
in which Solly was alive and well and talking to her as if nothing had happened, but she knew he was 
dead, knew it was only a reprieve until she returned to the real world. 
She had flashes of being carried on a stretcher, of getting into the lift at Sky Harbor, of being loaded into 
a flyer. 
The real world, when she got back to it, consisted of white sheets, an uncomfortable pillow, and Matt 
Flexner. And the impression that somebody else was standing behind him. 
Howre you feeling, Kim? 
There were blank spots in her memory. She recalled the lander, but not how shed got on it. She recalled 
finding Emily, but not how theyd tracked her down. She knew that Solly was gone. But that knowledge 
was attended by a general numbness. 
Okay, she said. Im okay. 
You want to tell us what happened? 
The person behind him came abruptly into focus. Canon Woodbridge. Casually dressed in black slacks 
and a gray pullover. She hadnt seen him since the night theyd launched the Beacon Project. He came 
forward, essayed a smile, pulled up a chair, and said hello. 
Kim returned the greeting. Then: Sollys dead, Matt. 
We know. How did it happen? 
Where are we? 
Friendship Hospital. Youre okay. Youve been released. 
Theres something out there. Celestials. 
Woodbridge looked at her for a long moment. What happened? he asked. Where did Emilys body 
come from? 
Everything was coming back now, although details still eluded her. She was left behind, she said. 
Where? 

Alnitak. 
Where? demanded Woodbridge. 
Its one of the stars in Orions Belt, said Matt. 
She could see the pulse in Woodbridges throat. Please explain what happened, Kim, he said, in a 
surprisingly gentle voice. 
She described everything. She explained that they were trying to find out where the Hunter had gone. She 
told them how they had intercepted the broadcasts between the Tripley mission and an unknown vessel, 
and she showed them the disk. She described the object that had come in pursuit, and how Solly had gone 
outside to get rid of it. But it didnt work, she said. Something got on board. And it tried to take us 
over. 
Kim, said Matt, are you surel 
Yes, Im sure, she said. Its in the ships record. 
Theres not much left of the ships records, he said softly. 
Of course. Her mind was still at quarter speed. The Hammersmith had died. And Solly with it. 
It doesnt matter at this point, said Woodbridge. Whatever happened, its over. 
You need to warn people about the Alnitak region, said Kim. Probably about that whole area. 
Quarantine it. Keep them away. 
Woodbridge frowned. I dont see how we can do that. 
Why not? These things are malevolent, Canon. 
Thats why we cant do it. Look He turned the chair around, moved it closer to the bed, crossed his 
arms over its back, and braced his chin on them. Its not that we wouldnt if we could. But weve no way 
to enforce any such stricture. Not even with Greenway registrations, let alone with anybody elses ships. 
Then issue a warning. 
What do you think would happen if we did that? He lowered his voice, suggesting he was taking her 
into his confidence. 

Every private vessel with long-range capability, she said, would immediately go out there. 
Thats right. Thats exactly what would happen. He looked over at Matt. Your colleague here is 
already thinking hed like to go himself. Isnt that right, Matt? 
Not if these things are lethal, he said. 
Woodbridge managed a reassuring smile, What it means is that somebody would eventually give them 
our address. If your story, and your interpretation, are correct, we have a serious problem. 
So what are you going to do? 
Nothing. 
I beg your pardon. 
Nothing. Not a thing. We want to keep people away from the area. Thats our prime concern. 
Youve just said you cant do that. 
I said we cant order them to stay away. Or warn them. But nobody ever goes there anyhow. When was 
the last survey done at Alnitak? 
Two centuries ago, said Matt. 
Woodbridge looked with satisfaction at the ceiling. My point exactly. The place is remote, nobody cares 
about it, its not exactly a tourist spot. If we say nothing about this, nothing to anyone, I think we can 
assume therell be no further visits over the short term. 
What about the long term? asked Kim. 
The government will begin to prepare quietly. Im sure those preparations will include some automated 
probes. We should be able to find out whats happening without undue risk. Of course, everything 
depends on nothing being said about celestials outside this room. He looked at Kim. We can count on 
your discretion, Im sure. 
I was expecting a parade, she said, trying to make a joke of it. 
An uneasy smile touched his lips. Ill arrange something. He got up and turned to Matt. The Institute 
of course will want to drop the charges. 

Oh, said Matt. I dont think Phil would be amenable to that. 
Hell have to be. Bury the incident. The ship wasnt stolen; it was a communication breakdown. 
Ill tell him what you want, Matt said. How do we explain the loss of the Hammersmith to our board 
of governors? 
Woodbridge pulled on a jacket and started for the door. I dont know. We havent completed our 
investigation yet. Tell Agostino Ill call him this afternoon and let him know what caused the accident. It 
was an accident, by the way. He glanced at Kim, but continued talking to Matt. Whens the next nova? 
In a couple of weeks. 
Thatll be the third one. 
Yes. 
Its the one that will establish the timing sequence. Identical intervals between events. 
Thats correct. 
Its what indicates the events are triggered. 
Right. 
Cancel it. 
Cancel it? Matt looked shattered. We cant do that. 
I dont think the Council would agree, under the circumstances, that advertising our presence is a good 
idea. 
But, Canon, light from the novas wont reach Alnitak for a thousand years. 
Matt. The room grew intense. Therell be a court order in a few days suspending the operation for 
environmental reasons. Itll only say suspension. But you wont want to plan on any more of these 
explosions. 
Matt looked over at Kim and she could see he was assigning the blame to her. 
Something else you should know, Canon, Kim said. The creature that was on the ship 

Yes? 
Theres another one, or something very much like it, in the Severin Valley. 
His brow creased. The Severin Phantom? 
Yes. She saw him glance at Matt. Too many wild stories for one day. 
Well look into it, he said. 
Canon, she asked, this didnt happen before, did it? A cover-up? 
He stroked his beard, apparently puzzled. I dont know what you mean. 
Twenty-seven years ago. 
Oh, he said. The Hunter. No. Not that I know of. He must have read the skepticism in her face. I 
wouldnt lie to you, Kim. 
Okay, she said. 
He paused in the doorway. Im glad to see youre all right. And Im sorry about Solly. 
At home, Shepard greeted her with enthusiasm. He was glad to see her again after all this time. Hed been 
worried, he said, about reports of her misadventure. And he was dreadfully sorry about Solly, whom hed 
liked. 
Messages were waiting. 
Most were from friends and relatives, some with advice, others saying they were glad to hear she wasnt a 
thief after all. The Institute had already released its statement, explaining that the entire Hammersmith 
affair had been a misunderstanding. There were a few lawyers who thought she should sue somebody, 
usually the Institute for operating a vessel with unsafe engines, or for defamation of character. Sheyel 
expressed his concern, saying that he assumed the incident was connected with the Hunter, that hed been 
surprised and gratified that she would go to such extraordinary lengths. He was, he added, anxious to hear 
what she had learned. 
The cause of Emilys death, the authorities announced, had been massive abdominal and chest wounds. 
Possibly inflicted by a particle beam or a laser. Rumors of scandal swirled: Thered been a lovers quarrel 
and shed been thrust out the air lock; Kane and Tripley had been in collusion and had murdered the two 
women, probably because they refused to cooperate in some sort of bizarre sexual ritual; Life on board 

the Hunter had been orgiastic in nature and the murder had occurred after a wild night of debauchery; 
Trip-ley and Kane had been homosexuals whod wearied of trying to deal with the constant demands of 
the women, had killed one, and let it serve as a lesson to the other. Authorities promised a full 
investigation. Meantime, both mens reputations were demolished. And Kim was sorry for that. 
So was Ben Tripley, who had been thrown on the defensive by the blizzard of charges that rained down 
on him. Tora Kane issued a terse statement denying that her father would ever deliberately have harmed 
anyone. Next day an editorialist commented dryly that any number of Pacificas defenders had died at his 
hands during the late war. 
The official story moved Emilys death several hundred light-years, well away from Alnitak, so as not to 
rouse any interest in that area. 
Kim still had no idea how or why either of the women had died. She felt responsible for the charges being 
laid against Tripley and Kane, but for all she knew it was possible the two men had done everything that 
was now being charged against them. Somebody, after all, had killed the women. 
She got a cold reception back at the Institute. Sollys friends, who were legion, wondered, sometimes in 
her presence, what was so important that it had cost his life, how she had happened to get clear in the 
lander while Solly was left in a ship with, as the official report put it, an overload in the jump engines. 
They pressed her for answers and found the story she contrived, that they were following a first-contact 
rumor, unconvincing. She became a pariah. 
Agostino rehired her, but refused to allow her in his office when she went up to thank him. She was 
informed that he blamed her for the cancellation of the Beacon Project. She pointed out to Matt that the 
project had become redundant. 
Doesnt matter, Matt said. A lot of people put their lifes work into Beacon. And it was a moneymaker 
for us. Nobody knows that better than you. And the general public doesnt know its redundant. They 
think it failed in some way. 
When Emilys body was released, Kim arranged a memorial service. 
They held the ceremony on a beautiful April afternoon, under a quiet sky. Kim selected a grove not far 
from the Institute for the service, and the place filled with friends and family. The Sea Knights came out 
and stood by her, asked how she was, and offered their condolences. 
Two days later, a similar event was held for Solly. 
The second memorial was conducted on a windswept hillside near the ocean. Sollys family was there, 
mostly people shed never seen before. The Sea Knights returned and gathered beneath a flapping banner 
that carried their insignia, a trident on a white field. The Institute turned out in force. Even Agostino 

showed up. 
Sollys friends, as custom directed, came forward to talk about him. Others simply stood, wiping their 
eyes. 
The wind blew off the ocean. A composer whom Solly had once carried from Earth, and whom hed 
befriended, had written a score, Though Tomorrow Never Come, for the occasion. Hed brought along 
a vocalist to perform it, and Kim stood listening while tears ran down her face. 
Eventually, as she knew would happen, her name came up. 
Sollys brother pointed her out, standing with the Knights. Kim Brandywine, he said, the young lady 
for whom Solly gave his life. They all looked her way, expectantly. Kim, he added, why dont you 
come on up and say a few words. 
Shed hoped to be left quietly to herself. But this had been unavoidable, the least she could do, and shed 
prepared. She had taken a trank to try to hold herself together, but it seemed to have done nothing to 
assuage the grief and loss, so her mind went blank and she forgot the lines shed memorized, and instead 
talked in a halting tone, on automatic, uttering banal phrases which the wind blew away. 
Most selfless man Ive known She could see a sail receding on the horizon and it seemed less real 
than the seascapes shed seen in the windows of the Hammersmith, with Solly at her side. 
The sun was bright and the sky empty. I would not be here today 
She fought back the tears and, at the end, her voice rose over the wind. God help me, I loved him A 
pair of gulls soared over the surf. 
And she heard a childs voice up front: Then whyd she leave him, Mommy? 
When she finished the brother thanked her politely, took a few more speakers, announced that 
refreshments were available in the south pavilion, and drew the ceremony to a close. 
Kim stood for several minutes, unable to leave. Several of the Knights came over to talk to her and wish 
her well. Then she was startled by a glimpse of Sollys perceptive blue eyes. They belonged to a young 
woman with long dark hair. 
Im Patricia Case, she said. Sollys sister. I just wanted to get a good look at you. She bit the words 
off like pieces of ice, fought to hold back tears, and stalked away. 
It was the only time in her life Kim could recall seeing naked contempt directed at her. Its not what you 
think, she called after the woman. It wasnt like that 

The media portrayed her in a similar light: a helpless passenger on a scientific research mission whod 
needed rescuing when, shortly after emerging from hyperspace, the engines had run wild. 
She received requests for interviews, guest spots on several panel shows, and lucrative offers for 
exclusive accounts of events on the Hammersmith. All of which she declined. 
Ben Tripley had left a message for her at home. She ran it and was surprised when he looked at her sadly 
and only wished her well. Her heart sank. She had expected him to take her to task for destroying his 
fathers reputation, to point out hed warned her something very much like this would happen. But he 
avoided the recriminations and only said he understood this was hard on everybody. And he expressed his 
regrets for Emily. I dont know what happened, he said, I cant imagine what happened. But Im sorry. 
I wish it could have been otherwise. 
How could she respond? You were right all the time? I dont know what happened either, and maybe 
your father is completely innocent, but the damage is done. Maybe if your father and Kane had spoken up 
when they came home about whatever occurred out there, everything would have been okay. Its not my 
fault. 
After a long time she recorded a message, thanking him, telling him she was confident that when the 
investigation was complete, his father would be vindicated. She watched it through, decided it was a 
disaster, and deleted it. 
She delayed calling Sheyel because once again she didnt know what to say. She had no appetite for lying 
to him, but her agreement with Canon Woodbridge prevented disclosure. Still, she needed to talk to 
someone, and Sheyel seemed to be the only person left. 
She punched in his code. Moments later his dragon chair appeared, and then he walked into the image 
and eased him-self into it. Kim, he said. Its good to see you. He wore a dark brown robe. 
They exchanged pleasantries, although she could see he was anxious to hear about the flight of the 
Hammersmith. He looked more pale and drawn than when shed seen him last. He was losing ground. 
I cant tell you much, she said. I just wanted you to know Im okay. 
I understand. His silver hair and beard had become straggly. She suspected he hadnt adjusted well to 
the news about Yoshi. You lost a friend, he said. 
Solly Hobbs. Yes. 
I read what he did. Such friends are rare. He reached beside him and picked up a cup. Steam was rising 
from it. What will you do now? 

Good question. 
I think I owe Ben Tripley an apology, she said. 
When are you going to do that? 
Maybe tomorrow if I can get an appointment. 
Youre going up there personally? 
Yeah. I think I should. Anyway I want to get a closer look at the Valiant. 
The Valiant? 
She hadnt meant to say that. But what the hell, he already knew. The ship in the mural, she prompted. 
You remember the model? 
Oh yes, he said. How could I forget? There was, she thought, something very strange in his eyes, but 
she let it go. Probably the light. 
She got through to Tripleys secretary, who said she could make room for her next afternoon toward the 
end of the day. Kim consented, and put in a call to Tora Kane. 
Tora came right on. Strictly audio. Yes, Kimberly. What did you want? 
The key to the Hunter logs, Kim thought, had to lie with the captains daughter. There was no one else. 
I wanted to apologize, she said. I know this has been a difficult time. 
I really needed somebody to explain that to me. She paused, and Kim could hear the ocean in the 
background. Was there anything else? 
Yes. I wanted you to know that I dont believe your fathers in any way responsible for the deaths. 
That comes a little late. Her fury was barely restrained. Youve ruined his name. You know that, dont 
you? Youve destroyed him. With no warning her voice broke. She swallowed, waited, took a deep 
breath. Everything he lived for, everything he did, its all gone now. And what theyre saying about him 
is a lie. 
Maybe we can get to the truth. 

Sure we can. You want truth? Stop by the museum and take a look. The voice was pure venom. 
Anything else? 
Yes! Where are the Hunter logs? Do you have anything, access to anything, that might show us what 
really happened on the mission? 
She paused. Kim wished she could see the womans face. No, she said at last. But the hesitation put the 
lie to it. 
Tora, said Kim, I cant do this without your help. 
Do me a favor, Doctor, she said. Dont do anything, okay? I just dont need any more of your help. 
She broke the connection. 
Kim walked over to the window and looked out at the sea. 
She knows. 
Shep? 
Yes, Kim. 
I want to talk to Solly. How long will it take to? 
Acquire the data and assemble the psyche? Not long. And youll need to fill me in on the details of the 
mission. But I do not advise the procedure. 
Do it anyway. 
Kim, youve often advised against 
How long, Shep? 
/ wont know until I see whats available. If there is online access, you can speak with him tonight. 
An hour later she went up the front steps into the Mighty Third Memorial Museum. 
It required no shrewdness to guess what shed find: Another hero from the battle of Armagon had 
replaced Markis Kane. The attack on the Hammurabi was no longer on display. The glass case which had 
sheltered artifacts from the 376 was empty. Signs indicated that a new exhibition, describing the exploits 
of fleet physicians, was being prepared. 

Even the pictures of Kane helping the museum staff assemble the display were gone. 
She went looking for Mikel and found him conducting VIPs through a simulator designed to re-create an 
attack run against a capital ship in a laser boat. He saw her and signaled her to wait in his office. But she 
returned to the empty case. She was still standing there fifteen minutes later when he joined her. Im 
glad youre well, he said. It must have been a terrible experience. 
It wasnt good, Mikel. She watched him sit down, not behind his desk, but on a divan. 
Can we get you something? he asked. Coffee, perhaps? 
No, thank you, she said. Mikel, what happened to the Kane display? 
We removed it. 
I see that. May I ask why? 
His eyes widened. You cant be serious. You of all people. The mans a killer. What would you expect 
me to do? 
You dont know that. 
Either hes a killer or he protected Tripley after he did it. The details dont much matter. He looked at 
her accusingly. Im surprised that you would object. I mean, that was your sister they threw out the air 
lock. Id have thought youd be pleased we took down the display. 
We dont know yet what really happened out there. 
Kim. His voice acquired its bureaucratic tone. Im sorry. I dont quite understand your attitude in this. 
Kanes guilty of something, possibly murder, aiding and abetting at the very least, and everybody knows 
it. 
She pushed her hands into her pockets and looked through the office window at the exhibit, at the images 
of warships, the pictures of the captains. Off to her left a theater was running a recreation of Armagon. 
Children come in here, Mikel continued. How would it look to have a tribute to a killerT 
Mikel, she said, when the truth comes out, I think youre going to be embarrassed. 
He looked bored. Its hard to see how that could be. How many people were on the ship? But, okay, if 

Im wrong, and it turns out that somehow or other hes innocent, well just put everything back up and no 
harm done. 
No harm done. 
Kim, do you know something I dont? 
No, she said. 
He took a deep breath. Look, I didnt want this. It was terrible news, learning about Emily. I really 
didnt know much about Kile Tripley. But Kane We dont have many heroes. We couldnt afford to 
lose one. Not this one, especially. 
Then dont give up on him. 
Hello, Solly. 
He wore a green shirt, open at the neck; dark blue slacks; and the peaked cap that he usually affected 
when they were out sailing. Shep had given him his captains chair from the yacht. Hi, Kim. Its good to 
see you. 
Tears started immediately to run down her cheeks. She knew, had known all along, that this wasnt a 
good idea. Still, psychoanalysts maintained this was the best kind of therapy after an unexpected loss. If 
one didnt go too far. I hate what you did, she said. 
There was no point in our both getting killed. He smiled, and Shep had it exactly right. How are you 
making out? 
Ive been better. She gazed at him, wishing she could will him back. Seize the image, hold him, never 
let go. It seemed somehow as if it should be easy. As if she could just reach across the room and snatch 
him into the world. 
How are they responding to the news you brought back? Whens the parade ?  
Were keeping it quiet. Ive talked to Woodbridge. Hes concerned about the possibility of other people 
going out there. 
Im not surprised. 
If I had my way, Id try to find out where the sons of bitches are from, and Id send the fleet after them. 

That doesnt sound much like the peace-loving Kim Brandywine Ive always known. 
I dont feel very peace-loving. They killed Emily. Killed your He was nodding, agreeing. Solly, theyve 
taken everything I ever cared about. 
Not everything. Thats an overreaction 
How can you say that? 
Because you have a long future waiting for you. Im sorry I wont be around to share it. But we took our 
chances and it didnt work out the way it was supposed to. He rearranged his cap at a rakish angle. 
What did Woodbridge have to say? 
He agreed they were dangerous and that we needed to avoid contact. 
Yeah. Theyre dangerous. But listen. Kim 
Yes. 
Woodbridge makes me uncomfortable. Hes a little too righteous. 
Hes okay. 
You didnt tell him about the Archives, did you ?  
No. 
Good. Dont. He gazed at her for a long time. Whats next? 
I want to try to set things right with Ben Tripley. 
You going out there? 
Tomorrow. 
Okay. 
You disapprove? 
Hes a jerk. You dont owe him anything. 

Nevertheless 
Okay. But be careful around these people. Dont trust any of them. 
Solly, Bens all right. Hes just wound a little tight. Anyhow, I feel guilty. Everybody thinks Kane and 
his father murdered Emily. 
Maybe they did. Who else was on that ship? 
I just dont believe it. 
You know what you have to do, right? 
Sure, she said. Find the Hunter logs. 
23 
Familiarity and invisibility are sides of the same coin. 
OLAN KABEL, Reminiscences, 116 
The Valiant stood on its shelf, polished and brilliant. Its shining presence, and Tripleys ignorance of its 
significance, amused her. A mean-spirited reaction, she thought, but nonetheless there it was. 
I wasnt sure, she told him, that youd consent to see me. They were alone in his office. 
He kept his emotions masked and his tone detached. Why would I not, Kim? He remained seated 
behind his desk, allowing her to stand. 
I didnt intend any of this to happen, she said. 
I know that. He pushed back in his chair. But we all know about good intentions. You destroyed my 
fathers reputation. His voice remained flat. He did not kill those people. He would never have harmed 
anyone 
I believe that. I think something unexpected happened during the flight of the Hunter. Something that 
caused the tragedy. She lowered herself into a chair. Shed rehearsed everything shed planned to say, 
but it all disintegrated in the heat of his presence. This is not my fault, she said. 
I know. More or less, it isnt. But theres no help for it now. I know you didnt act out of vindictiveness. 
Id have preferred you listened to me at the start, when I tried to warn you what would happen. But 

He shrugged. Its a bit late now. 
Ben, there was no way I could not pursue this. It was a question of finding the truth. 
And did you find the truth, Kim? 
Her eyes circled back to the Valiant. Part of it. 
Part of it. His intercom sounded. He broke off, listened, told the machine hed take care of the matter 
later, and looked back at her. What truth have you discovered? 
What truth indeed? That the Valiant is a replica of the thing the Tripley mission encountered on the far 
side of St. Johns? That the Hunter was invaded by something unearthly? How else explain what 
happened? She was gazing at the Valiant as if it were a sacred object. Tell me again where this came 
from, she said. 
He looked at it, puzzled. What has that to do with anything? 
Humor me, Ben. 
He shrugged. My grandmother gave it to me. 
She got up and went over to it, looked at it, and ran her fingers across the shell. May I? 
Of course. 
She picked it up and gazed casually at it. Id like to have one of these made up for my nephew. 
He glanced at the spacecraft. I can get you a sketch if you like. 
Id appreciate it. 
It is a lovely piece. 
I think I mentioned before it belonged originally to my father. 
She nodded. Your grandmother passed it along to you. 
Muscles worked in his jaw. Thats correct. I assume she told you that. 
Im sorry about that, too, she said. 

Its all right. Youve caught me in a generous mood. He softened. Why the interest? Why do you care 
about it? 
Bear with me a moment and Ill tell you. She held it under a lamp, letting its polished gleam sink into 
her fingertips. When you were a boy, did it bother you that it had no propulsion tubes? No main 
engines? No way to get from one place to another? 
Kim, he said, perplexed, what are we talking about here? 
She laid it before him, set it down on his desk, and then held out a picture of Kanes mural. He took it 
from her, glanced at it, then gazed intently at the turtle-shell ship in Emilys hand. He looked at the 
Valiant, frowned, and turned on a desk lamp. Where did you get thisT he asked. 
Its on a wall in Markiss villa. 
His attention moved back and forth between the picture and the replica. Its the same, isnt it? 
Looks like it. 
What the hell is it doing in one of Kanes sketches? Genuinely surprised, he put the picture down, 
placed both palms under the models superstructure, lifted it, and stared at it as if seeing it for the first 
time. She watched him examine it, studying its antennas and sensor dishes and hatches. Here along the 
lower hull was a long door that might have led to a cargo hold or a launch bay for a lander. There was the 
familiar ring antenna used for hypercomm transmissions. Here was a pod that, to a boy, might have 
concealed a missile cluster. 
Then his face changed, grew dark. He hefted the vehicle and his brow furrowed. 
Whats wrong? she asked. 
I dont know. He was staring at the model, weighing it with his hands. It feels lighter than it used to. 
He set it down and scratched the back of his neck. He ran his fingertips along the aft section. Thats 
strange, he said, puzzled. 
She watched his eyes narrow. 
The rear hull should have a crease in it. But its not there. 
I dont follow. 
There was a dent in the hull. Nothing youd see unless you were looking closely. He stared at the 

model. And the gwns different. 
Kim noticed for the first time that a short metal stud jutted out of the Valiants nose. Different how? 
He touched it with his index finger. Rounded muzzle, he said. 
And? 
It should have a rough feel. Whatever was on there originally was broken off. 
Youre saying what? That the models been repaired? Or? 
This isnt mine. Its a replica. 
Youre sure? 
Of course Im sure. He set it down on the desk and stared at it. Ill be damned if I can figure this out. 
He picked up the picture of Kanes mural. Then he punched a key on the intercom. Mary, would you 
come in a moment, please? 
Mary put her head in the door. She was the dark-skinned female from the outer office. Yes, Mr. 
Tripley? 
He directed her attention to the Valiant. This is a duplicate, he said. Do you know what happened to 
the original? Did somebody break it and get another one? 
No, sir, she said. Not that I know of. 
Ill be damned if I understand that, he said when she was gone. His gaze turned toward Kim. Do you 
know anything about this? 
No. She was running her own fingers over the model, trying to find the dent. Had it always been 
damaged? she asked. 
As long as I can remember. 
Odd, she said. She glanced at the time and stood. Well, I dont want to take up your day, Ben. I just 
wanted you to know that Im sorry for the trouble Ive caused, and that Im sure when the whole story 
comes out your fathers reputation will be intact. 
He was watching her, holding her with his eyes. Tell me what you know about the Valiant. 

She shook her head. I just did. I saw it in the mural. I thought you might know how that happened. 
Ive no idea, he said, subsiding. 
I appreciate your time, Ben. She started for the door. 
Its okay. He got up this time. Thanks for coming by. Youll let me know if you find out whats going 
on? With my starship? 
Of course, she said. 
She could feel him watching her while she walked to the lift. 
Kim rode up to the main concourse, trying to sort it out. Why would anyone steal the replica! She got 
slowly off and joined the crowd moving purposefully along the promenade, where observation areas 
provided a magnificent view of the ocean world. 
Why? 
She walked slowly through the mall considering the possibilities, wandering among the shops. The shops 
were mostly souvenir and clothing stores. There was a Translux, which sold travel packages, on- and offworld. 
And a cosmetologist. And a Lokis, which specialized in games and puzzles. Theyd put a poster 
in the window, an artists drawing of the type that twists perspective. In this one a staircase seemed to rise 
from landing to landing around the inside of a hall, before reconnecting eventually, without a visible 
descent, with the bottom of the stairway. One would climb these stairs forever without getting anywhere. 
Yet it was hard to see where the perspective changed, how the stairway got back to the bottom. 
And she realized why the Valiant had been taken. And by whom. 
Ten minutes later she was back outside Interstellars main offices. She opened the door, hoping to see 
only Mary, but prepared with a story in the event she ran into Ben again. 
The assistant was alone at her desk. She looked up as Kim went in. 
Good afternoon, Dr. Brandywine. Did you forget something? 
A pen, she said, making a show of examining the couch shed sat in when shed first arrived. Oh yes, 
here it is. She produced one out of her sleeve and held it up where it could be seen. 
Well, Mary said, that was easy enough. 

Yes. Kim was walking slowly toward the door, apparently fumbling to return the pen to its normal 
place in a breast pocket. She paused in front of the desk. Mary, I wonder if you could tell me 
something? 
Yes, if I can. 
The business with Mr. Tripleys decorative starship. Is there a security problem here? 
Oh, no. Not that Im aware of. Thats the first time Ive heard of anything being taken. Im sure itll 
show up. Somebody probably moved it during cleaning or something. 
The cleaning crew comes in at? 
Night. 
Finally, everything was beginning to make sense. It was all a matter of perception, and shed been as 
blind as Tripley. Who would have thought? 
She rode the lift down in high spirits, and caught the train to Blanche! Preserve. From there she took a 
cab to Tempest, giving it Sheyels address. On the way, she rehearsed what she would say, a mixture of 
admonition and congratulations. She was in a blissful mood and ready to celebrate, half expecting to see 
him stride triumphantly out of the house during her approach. Hed know once he saw her coming that 
shed figured it out, and hed be anxious to show her the trophy. 
There was, of course, an ethical problem in all this, but she put it aside as the taxi glided through the 
warm afternoon sunlight. Time enough to think about that later. Anyway it wouldnt be a question of 
stealing anything. Sheyel, like herself, just wanted to solve a long-standing puzzle. And make a point. 
And by God were they ever going to make a point! 
The treetops opened up and she was circling his house. Inside, the AI would be informing him of the 
approaching visitor, of the descending cab, but the doors stayed shut. 
She settled to earth, paid up, and got out. 
The taxi lifted off. 
She strode up to the front entrance. The house stared silently back at her. Sheyel, she said. 
Congratulations. 
The afternoon was pleasant and still. Insects hummed and a blue jay watched her curiously from the lip of 

a fountain. 
Sheyel? 
A gentle breeze sighed in the treetops. 
She looked at the empty windows. The jay took off and landed on the roof. 
Kim tried her commlink. A female voice came on the line: Im sorry. Dr. Tolliver is not available at the 
moment. If you wish to leave him a message, please do so. 
This is Kim Brandywine, she told the AI. Im doing some work for Dr. Tolliver. Hell want to know 
about it forthwith. Can you please put me in touch with him? 
Im sorry, Dr. Brandywine. But he does not like to be disturbed. When he calls in, Ill be certain to tell 
him youve been trying to contact him. 
And it shut off. 
Where was he? She should have called before coming all the way out here, but shed assumed hed be 
home, and shed wanted to take him unawares. And to help him celebrate his coup properly. In person. 
She walked around the house, but saw no one, inside or out. 
Where would he have gone? 
Only one place she could think of. 
Sheyel had always maintained that few actions are driven by reason. People act out of emotion, 
perception, prejudice. They will believe what theyve always believed, filtering out all evidence to the 
contrary. Until they go too far and run onto the rocks of reality. 
If she was guessing right about Sheyel, he was about to run onto a few rocks himself. 
She called Shep on the commlink. 
* * * I need you to do something for me. 
Of course, Kim. 
I want you to design an entity. 

Beg pardon? 
Consider it an intellectual exercise. She described everything she knew about the intruder. And the 
creature in the lake. Apparent incorporeity. Green eyes. Green tinge. Electrical fields. Free hydrogen 
molecules. Methane. Oxygen. 
/ can give you a model, Shep said after a few minutes, but I do not think it would be a life-form that 
would evolve naturally. 
Kim had summoned another cab, and she was watching it approach. Doesnt matter. What have you 
got? 
Uneven charge distribution in individual cells. 
Explain. 
A living system need not be contained within a coherent sheath. A skin cover or shell. It is possible that 
regions of opposite charges, enclosed for example by a pocket of ionized gases, could function quite 
effectively by manipulating each other within the system. 
It sounds as if youre talking about a living battery. 
Thats an oversimplification. Let me explain in more detail 
No. Thats okay. Might such a system achieve intelligence? 
Im not sure how to define intelligence. But I think it could perform fairly sophisticated tasks. 
Like piloting a starship? 
Probably. 
Where would it get energy? 
You indicated a greenish tint. Green eyes. That might indicate the presence of chloroplasts. That would 
allow it to convert light. 
She directed the flyer to take off. How would you combat such a creature? 
Lure it into an area of extremely high winds. Separate 

the molecules. Put enough external pressure on it that it becomes unable to maintain its integrity. 
Blow it apart. 
Yes. Precisely. 
I might not have a hurricane handy. What else? 
It would also be vulnerable, I would think, to short circuiting. 
She took the cab back into town, to a tech shop, tended by an aging woman in a trim black suit. Her hair 
was silver and her expression placid. She looked out of place, the sort of culturally resplendent woman 
one might expect to find discussing art while presiding over a salon. Can I assist you? she asked, with 
perfect diction. 
Yes, Kim said. I wonder if anyone has recently asked you to make a model starship? She showed her 
a picture of the Valiant. It would have looked like this. 
The woman studied the picture. Why, yes, she said. We did do something very much like that. In fact, 
we still have the template. 
Gotcha, Sheyel. Would you be willing, asked Kim, to make one for me? 
The same model? 
Please. 
If you like. She brought up a schedule on her screen. Tomorrow at about this time? 
Oh, said Kim. That wont do, Im afraid. Im just passing through. Out on the next train. I hoped you 
might be able to do it while I wait. 
The woman nodded to herself, consulted the screen again. Ill need about an hour, she said. 
Good. Do it. Ill be back. 
Theres an extra charge. 
The third edition of the Valiant looked as good as either of the others. When this was all over, she 
promised herself, it would make a fine souvenir. 

The proprietor sealed it in a box, accepted payment, and 
Kim rode to the station, arriving just in time to see an east-bound freight passing. Its lights winked out as 
her own train appeared around a bend. 
The ride from the Preserve to Eagle Point was just under two hours. She tried to sleep, but she was too 
tense. She gave up after a while and sat watching the countryside begin to grow dark. 
At 8:20 local time she walked into the lobby of the Gateway, registered, went up to her room, and 
activated the phone. Ill need a flyer tonight. 
Certainly, Dr. Brandywine, came the electronic voice, neither male nor female. Did you have any 
particular model in mind? 
The same one I had last time, if its available. 
It is. Will there be anything else? 
Kim thought it over. Yes, she said. A crucifix, a wooden stake, and a silver bullet. 
Pardon me? 
Never mind, she said. Its a joke. 
Next she called Plaza Sporting Goods and ordered a portable microwave oven. Im going into a 
protected area, she explained. Where they dont allow fires. 
Ah. The voice belonged to an automated clerk. We have just the thing. What size does madame 
prefer? 
The biggest you have. 
The family size. Very good. This model is big enough to cook a large game bird. 
Excellent. Thats exactly what I want. 
She just had time for a quick snack, after which the hotel informed her that her flyer was ready, and that 
her package from Plaza Sporting Goods had arrived. She pulled on her jacket, and took a moment to gaze 
around the room. The last time shed been in the Gateway, Solly had been with her. And had urged her 
not to go back to Severin without him. 

She put a laser cutter into her pocket, picked up the spare Valiant, and headed for the roof. 
Ten minutes later she was south bound, moving through a night sky illuminated by the distant flicker of 
lightning over the western mountains. It was a beautiful evening, crisp and still. Two moons were rising 
through a filmy haze. Another was directly overhead. 
Kim watched the lights of the city begin to fade. She tried to relax in the darkened cabin, and to anticipate 
the reaction shed receive from her old teacher. She expected that hed be pleased to see her, to show off 
his trophy. And perhaps to have a witness to the presence that he hoped to entice. But she wasnt sure. 
Sheyel was becoming unpredictable. 
The screens showed another aircraft off to the east, a little behind, moving parallel. It was a black-andwhite 
Cloudrider, a luxurious vehicle favored by VIPs and corporate executives. 
She watched it for several minutes until it changed course and veered away. 
Doctor, said the AI, whose name was Jerry, you havent specified a destination. 
We dont have one yet, she said. Stay southwest. Toward Mount Hope. 
She had come to the realization that Sheyel wasnt going to want to give the Valiant back. 
Had she an ethical responsibility to urge its return? To insist? Probably. But somewhere down deep she 
was pleased that hed gotten away with it. And she didnt really want to see it returned to Tripley. What 
right had he to a treasure of this magnitude? Hed walked into it by accident, and had never understood its 
significance. 
We have arrived, Doctor, Jerry said. Have you further instructions? 
She couldnt see anything down there. Even Remorse was lost in gloom. Circle, she said. Stay at six 
hundred meters. Keep just offshore. Were looking for a landed flyer. 
/ will tell you if I detect one. 
The aircraft moved deliberately around the perimeter of the lake. Kim watched for a light, but saw no 
break in the darkness. After a while Jerry reported they had done a complete sweep. There is no other 
aircraft in the vicinity, it said, either aloft or on the ground. 
Are you sure? 
Yes. Do you wish to expand the search? 

No. Sheyel wasnt here yet, but he would arrive before the night was over. Theres some open space in 
the town. Set down there. But keep the door closed. Not that she had any illusions that a locked door 
would be sufficient to keep out unwelcome critters. But it would make her feel a little safer. 
She put a hand on the microwave oven, then made another effort to raise Sheyel, but once again she got 
only the recording. 
Kim was reasonably certain she knew what he planned on doing with the Valiant: it was going to serve as 
a lure, to summon the phantom, the thing that had been left over from the Mount Hope incident. Sheyel 
Tolliver wanted to make first contact. He believed as she had that the creature could be reasoned with. 
One had only to draw it into conversation. 
Deadly naivete. 
The flyer eased down between ruined buildings. The sky was clear and the stars ran on forever. 
She turned off the lights but left the engine running. 
24 
It is odd that those who claim to have a scientific view of the world stoutly deny, in the face of all 
evidence to the contrary, that ghosts exist, that they make themselves manifest, and that they seem to have 
a particular interest in ocean-front properties. 
AMY CONN, Famous Ghosts ofSeabright, 591 
The ruined buildings cast long shadows in the moonlight. A cool, sharp wind whipped in off the lake. It 
howled through the abandoned town and shook the flyer. Kim was embarrassed sitting locked in the cabin 
like a frightened child. Eventually she opened up and climbed down onto the ground. But she stayed alert. 
Somewhat before midnight Jerry broke into her thoughts: Aircraft approaching. 
A blip appeared on the screen. Inbound from the southwest. From the general direction of Terminal 
Island. 
She was back in the cabin. Can we talk to them? 
Wait one. 
Kim felt behind her for the duplicate Valiant, brought it up front and set it on the seat beside her. 

Channel is open, Dr. Brandywine. 
Sheyel, she said, is that you? 
Kim. He sounded genuinely surprised. And delighted. Where are you? 
Im embarrassed for you, she said. You took the mans starship. 
A long pause. Then: Yes, I did. 
And what are you planning to do with it? 
I am going to talk to its pilot. If possible. Id be pleased if you joined me. Where are you? 
On the ground. In town. 
Theres a strip of open beach to the east. Im going to set down there. 
She saw his lights approaching. Its not possible, Sheyel. What you want to do. 
He sounded surprised. And disappointed. Why not? 
Whatever the local goblin is, its not someone you can talk to. 
How do you know? 
I know. Take my word for it. Its some sort of disembodied AI. Designed to perform specific functions, 
as best I can judge. Maybe its a kind of automatic pilot. But it wont do negotiations. 
Lets not jump to conclusions, Kim. The other flyer had begun to descend. Everything points to the 
fact that its intelligent. 
The things deranged, Sheyel. And its dangerous. 
Its lost and alone. Its been stranded here for almost three decades. You have to start by understanding 
that. 
Sheyel 
You want to say hello to the unknown, theres no way it can be anything but dangerous. I accept that 
possibility. Still, Ive never heard of a malevolent AI. 

I have. 
Youre letting your imagination take over, Kim. 
No, goddammit. I know what Im talking about. Let it go, at least until 
I think youre running scared, Kim. Im disappointed in you. But after what youve been through, I can 
understand 
Dont be stupid, Sheyel. This may be the thing that killed Emily and Yoshi. Look, lets take the night to 
talk about it. Go up to Eagle Point. Hear me out. If you still want to do this tomorrow, then okay, Im 
with you. 
She watched the lights of his flyer disappear below the trees. Kim, do youJcnow for sure of anyone it 
has attacked? 
No. But 
There you are then. Were going to make history tonight, you and I. Are you with me? 
Sheyel 
Do you know what I have on board? 
Yes, she said. I know. 
No, I dont think you do. You think I have a replica of the celestial. 
No. You have the ship itself. 
Oh. She heard the respect in his voice. Well done, Kimberly. Well done indeed. How long have you 
known? 
She was tempted to lie, to tell him shed realized, as he undoubtedly had, from the moment she found out 
there were identical ships on the mural and in Tripleys office. Ive known for a while, she said. You 
didnt tell me the whole truth, did you? 
You mean about my conversation with Yoshi? Yes, thats so. I did hedge a bit. She told me theyd 
brought back a ship. But she wouldnt answer any questions. Told me Id have all the details soon 
enough. 

What did you think? That theyd hidden it in the outer system somewhere? 
To be honest, Kim, I didnt know what to think. I suspected maybe theyd brought back something 
completely different from what wed expect. And I wasnt sure they hadnt hidden it in the lake. Its why 
I came here so often. She heard his engine shut off and his door open. Now, I have to get set up. Come 
join me if you want. 
I wish you wouldnt do this, Sheyel. She ordered her flyer to lift off, to find the other vehicle and land 
beside it. It left the ground and followed the shoreline east. 
Sheyels aircraft was down on Cabrys Beach, where she and Solly had landed. Careful, Kim 
pointlessly cautioned her own vehicle. There wasnt much room left. And then to Sheyel: We dont 
know what this thing might be able to do if it gets access to the microship. 
It wont go anywhere with this. He was out of the flyer, dragging a packing case down from the cargo 
compartment. 
Why not? Her aircraft settled into weeds and high grass, and she popped open the door and jumped out. 
Because Ive scanned it. It has an antimatter power source. But theres no fuel. No antimatter. 
Oh. 
So now we know what blew the face off Mount Hope, right? 
I guess we do. 
He pulled a collapsible table from the flyer, locked its legs in place, and set it on the sand at the waters 
edge. He pushed on it to make sure it was stable. 
Now he opened the case, moved the packing out of the way, and lifted out the Valiant. He gazed at it with 
affection and reverence, and put it on the tabletop. 
Kim could have seized it by force. She could have thrown it into the back of her own aircraft and gotten 
out of there with it. But something stopped her, an inability to defy her old teacher, a need to see what 
might happen, perhaps simply a reluctance to make the decision. 
Whatever the reason, she chose not to act. 
He brought out a battery-powered lamp, set it on the table beside the spacecraft, and snapped it on. The 
Valiant sparkled. Kim walked toward it, trying to grasp what she knew to be true: that it was a vessel 

built by celestials. That it had traveled among the stars. That it had housed an entity like the one that had 
stalked the corridors of the Hammersmith. 
Sheyel watched her carefully. For the first time she read distrust in his eyes. Its beautiful, isnt it? he 
asked. 
You said youve scanned it. Whats inside? 
Other than the dimensions, and the propulsion system, or lack thereof, it could almost be one of ours. 
Control room, individual quarters, pilots room of some sort. No chairs. Nothing to sit on. 
What about the propulsion system? 
I cant find one. But that just means we need some experts to look at it. 
Kim thought about Kanes offer to assist. It must have been in trouble when the Hunter found them. 
Why do you? Something out on the lake caught his eye. She followed his gaze and saw a reflection. 
Possibly distant lightning. She looked off toward Mount Hope and saw flashes around its summit. 
Do you have pictures of the interior? she asked. 
He was slow to look back toward her. Yes. 
May I see them? 
Of course. But he made no move to get them. His attention had returned to the lake. 
She saw again the luminous patch. Far out, but brighter this time. 
Uh-oh. 
His right arm went slowly up in a gesture of triumph. 
It might have been a cloud of fireflies, out on the water, but it moved with unnerving precision, a spiral 
mounting up as she watched, a cloud, a fog, a mist. 
Sheyel raised both hands to welcome it. 
Back off, said Kim. Get into the flyer. 

The cloud was alive with tiny stars, floating, moving, swirling. 
It was growing noticeably larger. And brighter. 
Coming this way, said Kim. 
Hello, he called. His voice echoed in the night. I know you cant understand me. But we need to talk. 
The cloud was lovely, but its purposeful advance filled Kim with alarm. 
We brought your ship. Sheyel half-turned to indicate the Valiant. 
The wind picked up and the trees shuddered. Kim was suddenly aware that another flyer was setting 
down back in the trees somewhere. It was the Cloudrider. Its lights blinked off and the engine died. 
Sheyel was too preoccupied to notice. 
Moments later, three figures, two men and a woman, appeared out of the woods. They surveyed the 
situation and fanned out. Kim thought she could see weapons. And then a fourth person came out of the 
trees. 
Tripley. 
We want to talk to you. Sheyel continued to address the manifestation. We are your friends. 
The cloud kept coming. 
Kim measured the distance between the Valiant and her flyer and the angle the intruders had if she 
decided to grab the starship and run. 
Tripley stood watching, his gaze shifting between Sheyel and the cloud. Apparently he wasnt as dumb as 
shed thought. 
The cloud was now just a few meters off the beach. It floated on the water, almost, she thought, taking 
sustenance from it. Several patches of internal luminescence formed, distributed randomly through its 
upper levels, and as she watched they became eyes, the same eyes shed seen in Kanes sunken villa. 
Everyone on the beach froze. 
The eyes were deranged. This was not the cool malevolence shed seen on the Hammersmith. This was 
pure madness. 

Kim edged closer to her flyer. 
Where the entity touched the lake surface the water misted and swirled, and Kim recalled the missing 
footprints on her first visit to the area. 
Tripley moved up beside her. My God, Kim, he whispered, what is that thing? The people who were 
with him brought weapons to bear. They wore gray uniforms, and they looked efficient. The woman was 
only a few meters away. Her name patch identified her as BRICKER. 
I think it was the crew of the Valiant, Kim said, recognizing that Tripleys presence demonstrated that 
he now knew the truth about his model. She was pleased that her voice sounded almost normal. Im glad 
you brought help. 
Security. I thought the thief might be dangerous. 
You followed me. 
Of course. You have a number of talents, Kim. But acting is not among them. 
Sheyel stumbled forward into the water, advancing on it. He was continuing to talk to it, raising his hands 
in greeting. The emerald glow alternately intensified and faded, as if a great heart were beating 
somewhere within. 
Get away from it, Sheyel, she cried. 
It resembled a shroud, diaphanous and pale and insubstantial. As she watched, he splashed toward it and 
it opened to embrace him. A sudden gust of wind threw the entire structure out of coherence, almost, one 
might say, out of focus. But it drew quickly together again. 
Tripleys guards whispered to one another and leveled their weapons. 
Sheyel suddenly seemed to realize his danger. He screamed and fell backward. In a single smooth motion, 
the entity rose around him and engulfed him. 
The security people waited for the command to fire. But Tripley hesitated. 
She could see Sheyels silhouette through the folds of the shroud. His body convulsed. Bursts of green 
light rippled through the thing. 
Then he went limp and it dropped him smoking into the shallow water, and flowed up onto the beach. 
Kim realized it was making toward the table and the Valiant. 

Tripley gave the signal and his people opened fire. The woods came alive with frightened animals. 
The security force had placed themselves well and they had the entity in a cross fire. Laser bolts 
whispered through the darkness. They struck the creature and bursts of vibrant colors forked through it. It 
spasmed. Some shots went awry, ripping into trees and the lake. The night filled with steam and geysers 
and shouts. Then with surprising swiftness it darted to one side and enveloped one of the men. 
Kim ran forward to help but Bricker almost casually knocked her flat. Stay out of this, honey, she said. 
Youll just get yourself killed. 
Tripley, who did not have a weapon, pulled her out of the line of fire. 
The area became a cascade of brilliant light, a gaudy pyrotechnic display. Shouts mingled with the 
murmur of the lasers and the screech of birds. 
Kim recalled her own weapon and broke away from Trip-ley. She ran back to the flyer. 
The struggle raged across the shorefront, illuminated in stark flashes. The shroud let go of its victim, who 
fell un-moving to the sand, and turned toward Tripley. She thought she saw recognition flicker in the 
things eyes. It ignored the two still firing and flowed toward him. He looked around for a weapon but 
could find nothing better than a plank. 
The two remaining guards threw everything they had at it. It shuddered, and a curious keening rose into 
the night, but it needed only seconds to overwhelm Tripley, to suck him within its amoebic folds. 
Kim pulled the microwave out of its container. It looked like a fold-up tin box. She tugged at it and it 
opened into a cube about a half meter on a side. 
The entity disappeared with Tripley into the trees. The guards raced after it, still firing, the bursts coming 
a little less frequently and with somewhat less authority as the battery-powered weapons began to wear 
down. The forest was ablaze with light. A tree trunk exploded and someone screamed. Kim couldnt tell 
whether it was a man or a woman. 
She set the cube down and unwrapped the magnetron. It was an orange sphere about the size of a 
baseball. She inserted it into its slot. 
Behind her, the ruby flashes of the lasers became sporadic. And stopped. Only the slow emerald pulse 
remained. 
The forest fell absolutely silent, save for her own labored breathing. 

The green light began moving in her direction. 
She thought of abandoning everything, of jumping in the flyer and getting out, but that meant leaving 
everyone. Leaving the Valiant. 
The shroud drifted through the shrubbery and paused. 
Those mad eyes locked on her. 
My God. 
It knows me. 
It thinks Im Emily. 
She dug the remote and the power pack out of the container. She pocketed the remote and manically, 
irrationally, read the specs on the power pack. The device would generate one thousand watts for about 
four hours. She started to attach it to the microwave, fumbled it, dropped it, tried to pick it up without 
taking her eyes off the shroud. 
It watched her. Gave her time. 
Stupid ass. 
As if it had read the thought, it opened up, a vast blossom, preparing to take her. Electricity rippled 
through its translucent veils. 
Kim connected the power pack, drew out her laser, and began cutting a round hole in the ovens front 
panel. The thing moved close, shut off her air. The eyes were gone, and she felt a sudden flow of warmth 
and well-being as the mist closed down. 
She used her fist to punch the disk out of the front panel, set the oven on its legs, aimed it straight ahead, 
angled it up a bit, and hit the remote. 
The entity jerked convulsively. 
She kept her thumb down and the shroud crackled and thrashed. Kim caught an electrical burst on one 
shoulder, smelled burning flesh, but she bit off the scream and seized the oven in her arms. She turned in 
a circle and the mist spasmed and retreated from the invisible beam. 
The night filled with electricity. The cloud withdrew. It whirled in a dizzying crescendo. Suddenly Kim 

could see only mist and dying sparks rising into the sky, like the aftermath of a campfire when someone 
has thrown a bucket of water on the logs. 
Regards from Solly, she said, and continued to fire after it. 
The shroud drifted against the wind back out onto the lake. 
Against the wind. 
The son of a bitch was still alive. 
She stumbled after it, splashed into the water, holding the oven clumsily but still firing. The water rose to 
her thighs and then she stepped in a hole and pitched forward. The microwave went into the water. 
She recovered it and lifted it into her arms and tried the remote again. It sizzled and popped and a small 
cloud of black smoke came out of it. 
She dropped the oven, hurried back, and dragged Sheyel out of the water. Then she went into the woods, 
found Trip-ley crumpled against a tree, Bricker face down in a small clearing, the remaining guards 
scattered. All looked dead. 
On the lake, the fireflies circled and gained strength. 
She collected the Valiant, carried it over to the flyer, and put it in the backseat with the duplicate shed 
had made up at Blanche! Preserve. 
Jerry, she told the AI, lets go. Back to the hotel. 
The shroud was re-forming. She watched it grow stronger, brighter, as the flyer rose into the air. To her 
horror, it detached itself from the lake and began to come after her. 
As fast as we can, she urged. 
They ascended into scattered clouds. The sky was full of moons. 
Below, the shroud trailed tendrils as it rose after her. It was adjusting, changing shape, making itself into 
a sphere. Mist drifted behind it. It looked like a comet. 
The thing wants the Valiant. All it cares about is the Valiant. 
Were old memories coming back? She was sure it had confused her with Emily. And it had gone quite 

deliberately for Tripley, whod been standing harmlessly off to one side. Jerry, she said. Contact Air 
Rescue. 
Are we having a difficulty, Dr. Brandywine? 
She had to restrain a near-hysterical response. Minor problem, she said. 
Jerry opened a channel and a male voice came on. This is Air Rescue. Please identify yourself. 
Kim Brandy wine. Im in a Redbird flyer. Jerry flashed the hull number and aircraft description to 
them. Were in trouble. 
The shroud was coming fast. 
Please state the nature of your emergency, Kim. 
Yes, she said. Thats a little tricky. There are five people dead near the village at Lake Remorse. You 
wont have any trouble finding them. There are two flyers with them. 
That got his attention: What happened to them? he asked. 
The sensors had picked up the shroud, and she watched its marker blinking onscreen. 
They were murdered. 
There was a long silence and then Kim heard a new voice. Female this time. Kim, this is the supervisor 
at Air Rescue. Are you reporting a murder? 
Five murders. 
Dr. Brandywine, said Jerry, we have an energy source in our rear. I am unable to determine its 
nature. 
Im not surprised. 
Kim, please describe your own circumstance and the nature of the emergency. What happened? Are you 
injured? 
Its closing, said Jerry. Is it dangerous? 
Lethal, said Kim. Stay ahead of it. 

We are already approaching maximum velocity. 
Im not hurt, she told Air Rescue. Although her left shoulder was burned and hurt like hell. In addition 
shed twisted a knee when she fell with the microwave. 
What happened to the people at the village? Who killed them? 
Its still closing, said Jerry. At current velocity, it will overtake us in approximately ninety seconds. 
Cant we go any faster? 
We are at maximum thrust, Dr. Brandywine. 
Air Rescue, she said, things are getting a bit busy. If something happens to me, youll need to use a 
microwave. 
Say again, Kim? 
Dont have time. 
We have a unit lifting off now. Meanwhile, itll help us to help you if you can describe your situation. 
Please try to remain calm. 
Kim killed the radio. Jerry, she said, can we send them a picture of the shroud? 
Of the what? 
Of the pursuer. 
We can do that, Dr. Bmndywine. 
Do it, she said. 
The lake waters were racing beneath them. The shoreline was lost in the dark. Decision time. 
What are we going to do? asked Jerry. 
The Valiant lay in the backseat, black and beautiful. What places have you seen, little friend? 
She opened the case holding the duplicate Valiant and switched on a light to see it better. Even the copy 

would be worth a small fortune. 
Kim. Be advised Ive transmitted the picture to Air Rescue and a record of this flight to my dispatcher. 
Good. Well see what he makes of it. She picked up the duplicate and placed it on the seat beside her. 
Jerry, open the door. 
Im sorry. I cannot do that. It is dangerous to open a door in flight. 
Its necessary to avoid contact with our pursuer. Open up. 
Please do not take offense, Dr. Brandywine. I know the other vehicle is behaving strangely, but Ive only 
your word that it is a hazard to this aircraft. 
She sighed and looked down, searching for the panel Solly had shown her. She found it quickly and 
opened it. The yellow-coated cable. Sorry, Jerry, she whispered, and pulled its plug. She recalled the 
rest of the procedure, threw the same switches Solly had, and took manual control of the aircraft. 
The shroud was seconds behind. Kim could see stars in its filmy veils, could in fact see the three giants of 
Orions Belt, Mintaka, Alnilam, and Alnitak. 
The northern shore was coming up fast. She took the flyer down on the water. 
The shroud followed. Kim cradled the duplicate starship in her arms, released her harness, and pushed the 
door open. The wind howled and tried to slam it shut. She jammed her foot against it, holding it, and 
sighed. Shed have preferred to hold the starship out where her pursuer could see itbut as soon as she 
got it through the door the wind ripped it out of her hands. 
She watched it tumble into the water. 
To her horror, the shroud paid no attention and kept coming. 
Either it hadnt seen the bait, or it had detected the deception. Kim muttered a profanity she had never 
used before and dragged the Valiant, the original, onto her lap. She tried to pin her position down. A 
hundred meters from shore. Broken pier on a thirty-degree bearing. Finger of land jutting into the water 
on her left. And then, heart pounding, she pitched overboard the most valuable artifact known to the 
species. 
The thing still did not veer off. 
My God, it was after her. 

She raced across the water and in over the shoreline, barely above treetop level. You dumb son of a 
bitch, she screamed, as her door banged shut. I threw it in the lake. 
25 
Courage mounteth with occasion. 
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, King John II, c. 1596 C.E. 
The flyer was too slow. 
The shroud closed on her. It was near enough that she could make out eyes, four of them now, distributed 
across its forward section, like windows in the cockpit of an aircraft. 
It drew close to her tail, filling the aft screen, watching her as though it could see through the flyers own 
monitoring system, could see her. It touched the aircraft, began to engulf the rudders and the rear jets. 
She yanked hard over and fought for altitude. It tried to follow but the turn was too much and it 
disintegrated and scattered across the sky. She congratulated herself, leveled off at two thousand meters 
and turned back toward Eagle Point. At best speed. 
Air Rescue was still talking to her, asking what was going on, demanding to know where the bodies were, 
what the nature of her emergency was, assuring her of dire penalties if the images she was sending turned 
out to be virtuals. 
Its real, she told them. 
What is it? 
Behind her, the fireflies were beginning to reassemble. 
Son of a bitch. 
Kim, what is going on? 
Im being chased by something. I dont know what it is. 
All right. Stay away from it. Helps on the way. 
Tell them to be careful. The things deadly. 
What can you tell us about it? 

I can tell you that directed microwaves will disrupt it. 
Microwaves. There was a brief conversation with someone else. Then: Where did it come from? 
I dont know. But its pulled itself together out there and its starting this way again. 
Well be there in a couple of minutes. 
Kim saw lights coming from the direction of Eagle Point. Thanks, she said. 
She was several kilometers in front of it now, and it was no more than a fuzzy patch of cloud in the 
moonlight. But she saw the comet head re-forming, saw it moving against the backdrop of other clouds. 
Her sensors told her it was gathering speed. Coming fast and coming faster. 
She waited, watched it approach, watched it fill the sky behind her. Its mad gaze stared malevolently out 
of her screens. And when she could stand it no more, when it was climbing her tailpipe, she turned aside 
and sent it hurtling once again across the sky. 
Stupid goddamn critter. 
Trailing filaments touched her starboard wing. Lights went off, a red lamp on the console began blinking 
furiously, and the engine died. The flyer fell. The sky reeled around her and Kims stomach tried to climb 
up into her throat. Engine failure was supposed to be something that never happened. But if it did, 
procedure required taking a minute before trying to restart. Give the automatics time to clear the lines. 
She held on as long as she could while the flyer dropped through the sky. Then she hit the button. The 
magnetics caught and the engine came on. 
Trees and hills swept past. 
She pulled back on the yoke, gained enough to clear obstacles, but stayed low. Keep down in thicker air. 
That should make it more difficult for the shroud. 
It was off her screens, but she thought she could see its remnants, long wispy trails against the stars. 
The red lamp was still blinking. 
Batteries. 
She requested a readout on her power supplies. 

AT CURRENT RATE OF USAGE, VEHICLE CAN STAY ALOFT THIRTY-FOUR MINUTES. 
Kim. A new voice. A mans. Steer northeast and gain some altitude. Well take it from here. 
A police cruiser appeared above off to her right. 
Glad to see you guys, she told them. Heads up. The things bad news. 
The shroud was re-forming. 
A second unit moved in. Kim scanned for their frequency, hoping to hear what they were saying to each 
other, but without Jerry she couldnt find it. 
The warning lamp was blinking furiously. Get down before you fall down. Ordinarily, shed have looked 
for the nearest piece of flat land. But not tonight. She returned to her Eagle Point course. 
The police had commenced firing. They were using bolt lasers. Big ones, far more potent than the 
handheld models with which Tripleys security team had been armed. 
Caught in the assault, the shroud rippled orange and white. Sections of it were blown away. Tendrils 
fountained into the air, and the creature began to dissolve. 
The cruiser moved in and attacked at point-blank range. 
Maybe not a good idea she told them. 
From Kims perspective it looked like a minuscule electrical storm. But suddenly the charges stopped, the 
lights went out, and the aircraft disappeared into the darkness. Moments later, near the ground, a fireball 
erupted. 
The radio was silent. 
Power reserves gave her thirty minutes. Getting tight. Where was she going to land that shed be safe 
from that goddamn thing? 
Kim. Air Rescue again. Keep moving. Get out of the area. 
Im trying to do that. The sky to her rear was dark. The shootings stopped back there, she said. 
I know. 

Her sensors reacquired the shroud. 
You need something more effective than a laser. You have anything that can transmit concentrated 
microwaves? 
Were looking into it. Kim, can you move a little faster? 
Im losing power. Im not sure I can make the city. 
Just as well. Head east. Away from the mountains. Look for a place to set down. We have more units en 
route. 
Head east. Unless youve got something better than you had last time, she said, youre just going to 
get people killed. Me among them. Maybe you should call in the fleet. 
Trust us. Well take care of it. 
Right. 
The shroud was coming again. Moving with increasing velocity through the night. 
Damned stupid Sheyel. Nobody ever listens. 
A string of lights raced across the countryside, westbound into the mountains. The night seemed peaceful, 
orderly, mundane. Whatever aircraft were coming to her rescue had not yet appeared onscreen. In all that 
vast stillness, only the train and her pursuer were moving. But she had a substantial lead. 
Nevertheless the creature was going to kill her, and there didnt seem to be much she could do about it. 
The string of lights started to go out, front to rear. The train was entering the Culbertson Tunnel. 
She watched until it was gone. Air Rescue, how long is the Culbertson? 
Twenty-six kilometers, Kim. Why do you ask? 
Shed been through it, and she tried to visualize the interior of the tunnel. But all she could remember was 
that it had been too dark to see anything. 
She looked up the train schedules for Eagle Point. There were a half dozen commuters daily and eight 
long-distance passenger carriers. Freights were more numerous, but the schedules less exact. Three-ohfour 
was due shortly from 

Worldend, on the west coast. A freight. This one would be carrying flyers, furniture, building materials. 
Nine cars. Fully automated. No people on board. Scheduled to arrive in twenty minutes. 
She opened her channel to Air Rescue. Can you check to see whether 304 is running today and whether 
its on schedule? 
Sure. He paused. Why? 
Just do it for me. Ill explain later. 
She brought up a map of the maglev routes. The freight would be coming in on the western line. Through 
the Cul-bertson. Its normal speed through open country approached 400 kilometers per hour. But it would 
slow down to 220 for the run under the mountain. 
Thats affirmative on the train, Kim, said Air Rescue. Theyre coming and theyre on time. 
To the second? 
What do you mean? 
She told him what she wanted to do. He caught his breath. She couldnt do that. Too dangerous. It 
wouldnt be permitted. His instructions were that she was simply to keep running until they could bring 
down the shroud. 
Thats not going to work. Lasers arent going to kill it and Im running out of power and Ill be a sitting 
duck for it on the ground. 
Why is it after you? 
It doesnt like my political views. Kim glared at the radio. I dont know. Several sets of lights had 
appeared in the sky. Your people are here, she said. 
Okay. Just keep moving. 
She counted four more police cruisers. This time they kept their distance, firing from long range, moving 
away when it veered after one or another of the units. She admired the coordination of the attackers, who 
kept hitting it from different angles. Nevertheless, the shroud did not seem to be suffering grievous 
damage. 
Kim banked the flyer and made for the tunnel. 

Behind her the red and white beams of the lasers flashed like sabers. Then her angle changed and she 
couldnt see it anymore. 
She was riding through the night when the sky behind her lit up. 
The Air Rescue channel had been silent for several minutes. Now her contact came back up: Okay, Kim, 
looks like you were right. Were going to try something else. 
What? 
Were going to attempt a midair extraction. Itll be quicker than setting down. 
She looked at the forest below. No, she said. 
Its perfectly safe. 
Her stomach turned over at the prospect. Im sure it is. But its after me. Not the aircraft. It wont do any 
good to move me. 
Are you sure? 
Yes, Im sure. Look, can we discuss this later? 
Im sorry. I know things are a little tense. 
Id be inclined to agree with that. 
Weve just never seen anything like this before. 
Not covered by the operating instructions, I take it. 
Look, Kim. Were doing the best we can. 
Yeah. She softened her voice. I know. But Im going to do the tunnel. 
We dont think its a good idea. 
Offer me a better one. 
The talker on the other end was silent. 

I need you to help, she said. 
Wait one. 
Make it quick. Times getting short. 
She saw the southern route as she passed over it, the one used by trains traveling between Eagle Point and 
Terminal City. It consisted of a magnetized band about as wide as her hand was long. In forest areas it 
was usually set at treetop level, and was supported by a sturdy metal framework. When the angle was 
right, the band reflected moonlight. 
Had the sun been up, shed have been able to see the path cut through the forest by the maglevs. Moving 
at supersonic speeds, they created sonic booms and explosive winds that pushed aside everything close to 
the track. Trees and shrubbery leaned sharply away on either side, as far from passing trains as they could 
get. The effect was like that of the parting of the Red Sea, a leafy wilderness this time, divided by 
irresistible power. 
She picked up the maglev route west and began to follow it toward the mountains. Beyond Eagle Point 
the peaks bunched up into a vast rampart, the tallest range on the planet. They were snow-covered, 
majestic, impassable without the tunnel. The approaches were scarred from ancient movement: deep 
canyons, sudden ridges, precipices. 
Hello? Air Rescue, are you there? 
Nothing. She imagined a hand over the mike and people arguing, making calls. 
For a start, said Kim, you need to turn off any safety devices. Anything that would stop the train if 
detectors noted an obstruction in the tunnel. 
Go ahead, Doc. If you still want to do this 
They had her title, which meant theyd checked her out. Good. Listen, I need some details. How long is 
the tunnel? Exactly? What are its dimensions? Does it curve? If so, where and how much? And when will 
the freight enter it? I need to know to the second. 
That might be hard to come by. 
Why? Punch some buttons. It should be easy. 
Not in the time available. 

Whats your name? she asked. 
Tom. Tom Pace. 
Tom, youre all I have. 
Kim, Pace said, I thought youd want to know. Weve called in the military. 
Thats good. When will they get here? 
Within the hour. 
That might be a little behind the curve. Do you have those numbers for me yet? 
Im working on it. 
Ahead, a gray wall was rising and she saw the black mouth of the tunnel at its base. She was too early. 
She turned in a tight circle around toward the north. Buy time and give the critter a chance to get closer. 
She checked her power reserve. It was down to thirteen minutes. 
Kim, I have your information. 
Go. 
First of all, the tunnel is straight. 
Thank God for that. 
Its nineteen to twenty-one meters wide. Depends where you are. Eighteen meters high, but the tracks 
three meters off the ground, so you really only have fifteen meters clearance. The tunnel is 26.1 
kilometers long. The freight will enter the western end at 9:42:45. Give or take thirty seconds. Sorry, 
thats the best we can do. Itll be down to 220 kilometers per hour on entry. You want me to repeat that? 
She checked the satellite-controlled clock. It was just past 9:31. She punched the numbers into the 
computer, got her results, and set the timer. 
Kim, this is not a good idea. 
I know, Tom. She could see the shroud coming up from the south, a glowing patch moving against the 
stars. 

She completed her turn and started west again, trying to time her flight so shed enter the tunnel at exactly 
9:35. Her sensors picked up the route and she locked on. 
Good luck, he said. Safeties are off. To his everlasting credit, he went quiet. 
The timer told her she was due at the tunnel in one minute. She looked ahead at the rapidly approaching 
peaks and estimated she was running right on schedule. 
The shroud had made up most of its lost ground and was again closing in. The mountains rose around her 
and she was committed, no place to go except the tunnel. Her pursuer stayed with her. 
At forty seconds, she reconnected Jerry. 
It immediately began getting inputs from the flyers vari-ous sensors. Kim, it said accusingly, what 
have you done? 
We have to go through the tunnel, she told it. I need you to do that. 
It didnt waste time arguing. It descended slightly, lined up on the entrance, and slowed down. 
Theres a train coming in the other end at 9:42:45, she said. Thirty-second potential deviation. 
It did not respond and she assumed it was checking the schedule.  Youre correct. I am filing a 
complaint. 
Thats okay. Just get us through. 
The granite wall blocked off the sky. 
Youre aware the train may not be adhering to schedule? 
It is, she said. 
Zero, said the timer as they roared into the tunnel. Their lights flashed against stone walls. The track 
raced beneath them. 
I hope you understand that disconnecting the pilot is a misdemeanor, punishable by fine or 
imprisonment or both. 
Please keep your mind on what youre doing, she said. 

Were you aware that battery capacity is quite low? 
Yes. 
There seems to have been an accident. How could you have burned out the system?  
Let it go for now, Jerry. Get us out the other end and Ill replace everything. Promise. 
Thats very strange. 
What is? 
Another vehicle has just entered the tunnel behind us. 
Good. The shroud was going to have a hard time in the flyers wake. Got you, you son of a bitch. 
The flyers lights stabbed ahead into the dark. Kim clung to her chair arms, pushing herself back hard in 
the seat. The walls were slowing down. 
She glanced at the gauges. Theyd dropped to 170 kph. And they were still dropping. Jerry 
Kim, we cannot maintain stability at this velocity. 
You cant slow down, Jerry. Weve got to stay at two hundred klicks. Or we wont get out the other 
end. 
Cant be done. Not without hitting the wall. 
Jerry 
/ did not create this situation. The voice was accusing. Petulant. 
It was 9:37. They had five minutes to clear the tunnel. Jerry, we have to try 
/ am sorry. I have no alternative but to slow to a manageable velocity. 
They were dropping past 150. 
Its a question of probability. There is none that we can negotiate this tunnel at the minimum velocity 
you require. There is a slight possibility the train will be late. If it is 

She pulled the plug on him and tried to take over but the tunnel walls were roaring by too fast, she 
couldnt control the vehicle and had to drop even more speed, down past 120, past a hundred. 
The shroud had fallen well behind, but it was still coming. 
At 9:40 she was just barely halfway through. 
She touched eighty and steadied. The world was slowing. With a pang of regret she thought of Solly, of 
dying young, of the mystery she would not live to solve. 
The timer counted down to 9:42:45. The freight was in the tunnel, or damned soon would be, the two 
vehicles bearing down on each other at a combined speed of three hundred kilometers per hour. 
Not good. 
The guide rail bumped the bottom of the aircraft. Kim held on, slowed more. 
Ahead, a light flickered. The single searching beam of the freights headlamp. 
School was out. 
She fired the retros and the flyer came down on the track, skidded, turned, pitched over the side into the 
lower level and slammed into the wall. Kim was thrown hard against her restraints. The cabin lights went 
out, something crackled and began to burn, and she ended up hanging upside down in her seat. 
The tunnel walls, ceiling, guide-rail supports, everything disappeared into the blazing cone of the 
oncoming headlight. 
She was down on the lower level, the flyer jammed in nose first, its tail sticking up in the path of the 
freight. Kim hit the release and fell out of her seat. 
She kicked the door open and scrambled out. The tunnel shook. 
She staggered forward a few meters, trying to get clear of the aircraft, and caught a final glimpse of the 
shroud, which was silhouetted in the oncoming glare. 
The track was supported by stanchions, one every ten meters or so. Kim threw herself at the base of the 
nearest one, grabbed hold, and buried her head. The train boomed past and ripped into the wrecked flyer. 
She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to burrow down into the concrete as a hurricane of wind and 
screeching metal rolled over her. The ground rocked. 

26 
If it is true that artifacts are fragments of lost worlds, it is equally true they are mirrors of our own. 
TAIA DELLARIA, A Brief History of Minagwan Archeology, 588 
She woke up in a pleasant sun-drenched room. Yellow curtains framed the windows, and soft music 
drifted out of a speaker. A door opened almost immediately and someone came in. He, or she, wore a 
physicians smock. 
Kim couldnt remember how she had gotten here, couldnt remember anything since attending the 
memorial service for Solly. She tried to concentrate on her visitor, but noticed she had no feeling in her 
right leg. Broken, Im afraid, he said. It was a male. Tall, dark skin, deep voice. She couldnt focus on 
his face. But youll be up and around in a few days, he continued. 
Is this a hospital? she asked. 
Yes. He had dark eyes and seemed pleased about something. How are you feeling? 
Not too well. Shed ridden the train to Eagle Point. Yes, that was it: She was in Eagle Point. Looking 
for Sheyel. 
The physician was tapping a pen against a monitor screen, nodding to himself. Youre doing fine, he 
said. Youll probably feel a little out of sorts for a while, but youve suffered no serious damage. 
Good, she said. 
The battle at the lake shore edged its way into her consciousness. 
Kim? 
Sheyel was dead. They were all dead. 
Kim? Are you with me? 
Yes, Doctor. 
Id like to ask you some questions. First, why dont you give me your full name? 
He pulled up a chair and asked about her professional duties, how she had come to get into fund-raising, 
whether she was good at it. He wanted to know her birth date, what books she had read recently, where 

she had gone to school and what shed studied. He asked whether she remembered how she had come to 
be in the hospital, and when she stumbled trying to answer he told her it was okay, dont worry about it, 
itll all come back. 
She had fled with the Valiant. 
He asked her opinion on various political issues, questioned her on whether she owned a flyer, and how 
she enjoyed living in a seafront home. And he wanted her to explain how it could possibly be that the 
universe was not infinite. 
The police cruiser got too close again. She tried to shake the memory off, assign it to delirium, get rid of 
it. But it had happened. 
And then there had been the tunnel. 
By the way, theres someone whod like to talk to you. Asked specifically to be put through as soon as 
you were awake. Do you feel able? 
Who? she asked. 
A Mr. Woodbridge. 
Well, it didnt take him long. Yes, she said. I can talk to him. She looked at the physician. He smiled 
at her, took her wrist for a moment, and told her she was going to be fine. 
What happened to the shroud? she asked. 
His brow creased. Whats a shroud? 
The thing. The whatever-it-was that was trying to kill me. 
Im sorry, Kim, he said, I really dont know anything about that. But I wonder whether you should 
talk to anyone just now. Maybe you should rest a bit. 
Shed thrown the Valiant into the lake. My God, had she really done that? No, its okay. Im fine. She 
tried to raise herself against her pillows. He helped. Put him through, she said. 
Okay. But five minutes. Thats all. Is there anything I can get for you? 
Something to eat, she said. 

Ill have breakfast sent right up. And he withdrew. She closed her eyes. 
The projector came on, and she was staring at a virtual Woodbridge. 
He was seated in an old-fashioned oak chair. Because of her awkward position in the bed, the projector 
was angled. Woodbridge peered down at her from a spot near the ceiling. He looked worried. Kim, he 
said, are you all right? 
Ill have to do a little healing. Otherwise Im fine. 
What happened? 
She hesitated. 
Its safe, he said. Were on a secure circuit. 
That wasnt why she hesitated. Tell him about the Valiant and its gone. Either to a government lab for 
research. Or back to the Tripley estate. Damn. After all shed been through, the thing should belong to 
her, if it belonged to anyone. Anyway, she couldnt see that she owed any kind of debt to anybody else. 
I got a call from Sheyel Tolliver, she said, asking me to meet him at Severin. She explained that 
Sheyel must also have contacted Ben Tripley since Tripley had gone there too. But before she could find 
out what it was all about, the thing had attacked. 
She described the assault at the lake and her subsequent flight. 
Curious, said Woodbridge when shed finished. Why did Tolliver go out there? Why would he want 
you and Trip-ley along? 
I dont know, she said. 
And why did this thing suddenly go berserk? I mean, apparently it was there all these years, right? What 
was going on? He frowned at her. Kim, is there something youre not telling me? 
He tried to dissect her with that Mephistophelian gaze. But she hardened herself and thought how easily 
she now resorted to deceiving people. No, she said. Im as baffled as you are. 
This shroud, Im informed no trace of it was found. 
Good. 

It strikes me that it has a resemblance to the creature you described from the Hammersmith 
Im sure its the same kind of beast, Canon. 
Have we reason to believe there are any others about? 
Not that I know of. 
He looked sternly down at her. Good. Lets hope not. In the meantime, the local authorities are waiting 
to talk with you. Be careful what you say to them. No connections to the Hunter. Or to the Hammersmith. 
No other-world stuff. Okay? You were meeting friends, and other than that you dont know what it was 
or why it attacked. 
Canon, why dont you just call them off? 
Cant, he said. People would think we were hiding something. Youll be safe, Kim. I have confidence 
that you wont tell them anything you dont want them to know. He smiled and blinked off. 
An attendant came in with breakfast, accompanied by a nurse. Dr. Brandywine, she said, there are 
some people here from the police to see you 
Repairing the tunnels going to cost half a million. Matt Flexner was exasperated. Theyll be rerouting 
traffic for the next year. Youre not very popular right now with the transportation people. Or with the 
taxpayers. 
Im really sorry, she said. It was the best I could do under the circumstances. Aside from the broken 
bones, shed suffered internal injuries and some burns, and would have bled to death had it not been for 
the quick work of Air Rescue, and the good fortune that theyd been able to get to her from the western 
end of the tunnel. 
Kim, we can do without the sarcasm. Since youre an Institute representative, were taking the heat 
now. 
Matt, she said, try to understand: I was running for my life. The Institutes views werent uppermost in 
my mind. 
He softened. I know. The problem is that they told you to stay out of the tunnel. But Im glad you came 
through it okay. 
Im delighted to hear it. 

He nodded. I guess I deserved that. 
Yes, you did. 
He had a stack of images of the shroud, culled from the media. What exactly was that thing anyhow? 
Its probably a designer life-form. It was apparently a passenger on the Hunter. 
His eyes widened. How can that be? 
Matt wasnt somebody youd necessarily rely on in a crunch, but he knew how to keep his mouth shut. 
She needed to be able to talk to somebody. Especially if she was going to arrange to have the Valiant 
analyzed. 
She was still debating what to do with it after she fished it out of the lake. Take it home and put it in the 
den? Keep its existence quiet while she tried to learn as much about it as she could? Any other course of 
action would lose the Valiant immediately. Matt, she said, Ill tell you everything I know. But first I 
want a quid pro quo. 
Okay. He folded his arms, as if someone were about to question his honor. Name it. 
You dont say anything to anybody about what Im about to tell you without my prior approval. 
Absolute blackout on this. 
First tell me what its about. 
No. I wont tell you anything without the agreement. 
The muscles around his jaw worked, but he remained silent. Okay, he said finally. What have you 
got? 
A starship, she said. A microship. From somewhere else. 
His eyes went wide. Are you serious? 
Have you ever known me to kid around? Shed never seen him look so confused. Theyre telling me 
Ill be out of here in a few more days. Reconstructive procedures would heal her quickly. Meet me and 
Ill show you. 
Show me? Where is it? 

Well have to rent a boat. 
They also picked up some diving gear. Matt didnt swim a stroke, and he worried about what would 
happen in the event of a problem while Kim was submerged. He feared she wasnt quite entirely 
recovered yet, but she assured him that she was fine. She needed only not put too much weight on the leg. 
Hed drawn the only possible conclusion. Youre telling me its in the lake, he said, as they put out 
from the north shore. 
Of course. 
Kim, even if it is, Ill drown trying to get a look at it. 
You wont have to go down. 
You mean its visible from the boat? 
I hope not. 
Then what? 
Just bear with me a bit. She had a sensor. But in fact it took almost two hours to find the site she 
wanted. By the time she did Matt had lost all patience. Its small, she told him finally. 
He frowned. How small? 
She held her hands a half meter apart. Really, she added. Its a microship. 
The sensor picked it up finally, and she slipped over the side, used the jets to take her down through water 
that was quite clear, and had no trouble finding it. She plucked it out of the mud, then returned to the 
surface and handed it over to 
Matt. He made a skeptical face, took it from her, and stared at it. 
Stop assuming, she told him, that the celestials have to be the same size we are. 
Gradually he came to accept the possibility. On the way back to Eagle Point, he sat with it in his lap, 
saying things like, It feels as if it could be. And Maybe its possible. But, Kim, God help you if this is a 
joke. 
They bundled the microship in wrapping paper, stowed it in a carrying case, and put it in the flyer. 

Okay, he said. First thing well need to do is put together a team to look at it. Well want to take it 
apart, find out how it works. Maybe we can figure out what sort of crew it had. He looked pointedly at 
her. The message was clear: If she was wrong, they were both going to look silly. 
Weve got a problem, she said as they lifted off. 
What is it this time, Kim? 
You start bringing in experts and the word will be out within an hour. 
Youre telling me that Woodbridge doesnt know about this. 
If he did, do you think wed be sitting here with the microship? 
His jaw muscles worked. Kim, theres no way around that. He has to be informed. 
Then kiss it goodbye. 
I dont 
Look, Matt, think about it. Once the Council finds out we have this, theyll claim it. Theyll probably 
make it a security issue. You wont have it long enough to get it out of the container. 
For a long time he said nothing. She watched him stare at the artifact, and then look out at the sky. 
Youre right, he said. Okay. Lets figure out who we can trust. Well keep it down to an absolute 
minimum number of people. Rent a lab somewhere, away from the Institute. 
Thats better. 
We can tell Phil. 
No. 
Kim, hes a son of a bitch, but he knows how to keep a secret. We can trust him. 
I dont care whether we can trust him or not. Theres no reason he needs to know. 
They argued back and forth. In the end Matt caved in when she simply refused to go along with the idea. 
He sat staring out the window all the way back to the hotel, clinging to the Valiant, not speaking, his jaw 
set, his eyes by turns exultant and wintry. Kim, he said, as they settled down onto the roof, let me ask 

a question: Why are you so concerned about all this? The Council would recognize your part in the 
recovery; youd become famous; youd be wealthy before it was over. What more do you want? 
I want to be part of the team that looks at it, she said. I want to be there when things happen. She 
hesitated. 
And? 
I want to find out about Emily. How it happened that she was killed and dumped overboard. And who 
did it 
The afternoon out on the lake had stimulated both their appetities. The Blue Fin? she suggested. It was 
a restaurant down on the mall, specializing in west coast cuisine. 
What do we do with thisT asked Matt. 
Its starting already, isnt it? she said. Wed better take it with us. 
They were early for dinner and the restaurant was almost empty. They found a table in a corner, and set 
the carrying case down on a chair against the wall. Kim asked for a shonji, which had a rum and 
strawberry base. Matt, who rarely drank, stepped out of character and ordered a Tyrolean Pistol. And they 
both went for the catch of the day. 
Matt had a strong voice. It was a rich basso profundo, and when he got excited people could hear him at a 
considerable distance. So he made a conscious effort to speak low. What do you think? he asked. 
Whatll the Council do about all this? 
I dont know, she said. But I think the celestials are psychos. So Woodbridge is right to be worried. 
After weve been able to get the information we want out of it she glanced at the container, well 
turn it over to him. 
How are you going to explain it? 
We wont have to. We hand him the ship, and we give the public whatever advanced technology goes 
with it. Their drinks came and they toasted each other. I dont think therell be much anybody can do. 
Hell be annoyed that he wasnt brought in. But hell know why, and it wont matter by then anyhow. 
That night, in her hotel room, she connected with Shep and had him bring up Solly. 
Youre playing with fire, Kim. 

I know. 
/ have no faith whatsoever in any of your experts to keep this quiet. 
Solly, I dont know what else to do. Ive thought about talking to Woodbridge 
No. Your first instincts about Woodbridge are correct. You give it to him, youll never see it again. 
So where do I go from here? 
Theres no way to plan until you know what really happened out there. 
Youre talking about the logs again. 
Right. 
I still dont know where they are, Solly. 
Who would? Somebody must know. 
Yeah. She looked into his eyes. I can only think of one person who might. 
To Matts dismay, Kim reclaimed the Valiant when they returned to Seabright. She allowed him to hold it 
while they were on the train, and to ride shotgun with it when, on arrival, she took it to Capital 
University. There, she imposed on friends to get some private lab time, and took a complete set of 
virtuals, inside and out. Then she used a public phone to rent a United Distribution delivery box in 
Marathon under Kay Braddocks name. Not sure wholl be collecting my mail, she told the clerk, and 
asked for an ID number. She then inserted the microship into a plastic container with plenty of padding 
and shipped it off to her delivery box. 
In the morning she reported for work and received an assignment to write a series of articles for Paragon 
Media on Institute activities. Matt was in and out of her office all day. Was the Valiant okay? He kept 
looking over his shoulder and referring portentously to the vessel as the bric-a-brac. Where was it? Was 
someone watching it? What was she planning to do next? 
It was fine, she assured him, neatly stashed where nobody would find it. Ever. That might have been a 
whopper, but it seemed to have the desired effect, both soothing and disturbing him. Suppose something 
happens to you, he argued. What then? 
She shrugged. Ill be careful. 

Matt had names, people they should consider bringing in. She took the list and promised to get back to 
him. 
As to what she was planning, Kim was going to break the law once again. She sighed at the prospect, 
thinking how shed come a long way from the very proper and respectable young woman whod spoken 
to the gathered guests on the occasion of the first nova. Would he like to help? 
No. I will not. And I think you should forget it. Whatever it is. He looked disapprovingly at her. Dont 
tell me anything, he said. I dont want to know. 
That afternoon she went into an electronics shop at the Seabright Place Mall. I need a universal tap, she 
told the autoclerk. The universal tap was standard equipment for Veronica King. 
Im sorry, maam, it responded. But we dont carry anything like that. 
Do you have any idea where I can get one? 
Not really. Theyre illegal. Available only to law enforcement agencies. 
She tried a law enforcement supply shop, which carried uniforms of various designs, a wide variety of 
nonlethal weapons, and all kinds of communications equipment. Here she found a microtransmitter, 
known in the field as a tag. She talked casually with the clerk about universal taps. He confirmed that 
they could not be routinely purchased. Theres a form, he explained, showing her one. It was required 
for equipment normally unavailable to ordinary citizens, like surveillance gear. 
The Institute funded an electronics laboratory at Hastings College, about forty kilometers up-country 
from Seabright. The Hastings affiliate was run by Chad Beamer, whom Kim knew quite well, and who 
liked her. 
It could cost me my job, Beamer said, after shed told him what she wanted. 
Ill never tell, she replied. 
He squinted at her. Beamer had a reputation as a heartthrob, apparently well-earned. But he was also a 
good technician. Whats it for? 
I dont want to lie to you, Chad, she said. Chad was smaller than the general run of males of his 
generation. His parents had opted for longevity rather than altitude. He would get an extra few decades. 
Okay. Are you chasing a guy? 

Thats as good an explanation as any. 
He nodded. Give me a couple of days. 
Matt wasnt happy with the way she was proceeding. He asked her to stay, closed off his office, and 
directed that they not be disturbed. This is taking forever, he said. When are you going to give me 
access to it? 
When I can, Matt, she said smoothly. When weve got the lab up and running. 
Thatll take another few weeks, Kim. 
She held her ground. He gave up and let her go after shed assured him that shed provided for the 
possibility that something might happen to her. And she had: Shed written down a complete set of 
directions on how to recover the Valiant, folded it into an envelope, and given it to one of the 
Sea Knights, with instructions to see that it was turned over to Matt if necessary. 
Her own determination to ensure that important information not be lost convinced her she was right about 
Markis Kane: Hed have wanted to preserve the logs against history. Somewhere there had to be a trail. 
Even if he were the monster the news services now accused him of being, he might well have wanted to 
save the record of his exploits for publication after he was safely clear of the law. 
And the trail almost certainly led through his sole child, Tora. 
Kim went home early, mixed herself a drink, and directed Shepard to bring up a simulacrum of Sheyel. 
/ dont have much data on him, the AI protested. 
Do the best you can. And update him. 
She listened to the electronic murmur which was Shep-ards method of informing her he didnt feel 
equipped to perform a given assignment, and then Sheyels image appeared before her. He was seated in 
his dragon chair, eyes half open, presented in an appropriately melancholy mood. 
Good afternoon, Kim, he said. Its good to see you again. 
And you, Sheyel. I was sorry to lose you. I wish things had turned out differently. 
As do I. It seems I was foolishly determined. 

They gazed at one another. 
It shouldnt have been vindictive, he said. It was there too many years without harming anyone. 
You expected the appearance of the Valiant to get a reaction. I guess thats what happened. 
/ wish I could change things. At least, Kim, Im glad youre safe. He rearranged one of the cushions. 
Where is it now? 
Its gone. At considerable cost. She pulled her legs up onto the sofa and wrapped her arms around 
them. Sheyel, I wanted you to know that I havent walked away from this. I think I have a pretty good 
idea of what happened. I think Yoshi was killed by the same thing that killed you. 
Yes. That makes sense. Do you know how it might have happened? 
Not yet. But I hope to find out within another couple of days. 
Good. When you have the rest of it, Id be pleased if you came back. And talked to me. 
Yes, she said. Of course. 
Tora Kane lived in an isolated cottage situated in an oak grove about ten kilometers northwest of 
Seabright. Kim rode out on several consecutive days and strolled through the area early in the morning, 
recording when Tora left for the site, nine-fifteen, and when she returned, usually at around six-thirty. 
She noted that Tora owned a flyer, but not a dog. As far as she could determine, the archeologist lived 
alone. 
She found a toolshed behind the house, which would provide a ladder when she needed it. That was a 
piece of good fortune: shed expected to have to climb a tree. 
The walks had been hard enough on her: despite modern medicine, she was not yet fully healed, and she 
knew her doctors would have complained angrily had they known what she was doing. 
At home, she worked with Shepard to create a virtual lawyer who would be credible and persuasive. She 
settled on Aquilla Selby, the famed criminal attorney of the previous century. Selby had not believed in 
capital punishment, and had specialized in defending the indefensible, rescuing a long line of murderers 
and sadists from the extreme penalty, and in some cases even springing them loose on an unsuspecting 
public. 
Selby had allowed his years to show, had very carefully orchestrated the aging process to acquire silver 
hair and a wrinkled brow, gaining the visible appearance of maturity that counts for so much in the 
courtroom, while simultaneously maintaining the medical state of a healthy thirty-year-old. 

Kim touched him up a little bit, changed the color of his eyes from blue to brown, cut his hair to agree 
with current fashion, got rid of his beard, took a few pounds out of his midsection. She tightened his face 
somewhat, opting for trim cheeks and a narrow nose. 
What do you think? she asked Shep, when the finished product stood before her. 
He looks good, the AI said. Hed get my attention. 
The image completed, she went to work on the voice, eliminating its distinctive Terminal City accent, the 
mellifluous tonality that, to a seventh-century ear, sounded cloying. She added some gravel and adjusted 
the pacing. When she was finished, he sounded like a modern native of Green-ways Ruby Archipelago. 
Next she looked at her equipment. 
Included in the package with the microtransmitter was a receiver and a flex antenna for long-distance 
reception. She rented a flyer and mounted the antenna on it, then went to bed and slept peacefully. 
In the morning she heard from Chad. Its ready, he told her. 
She flew out that afternoon and picked up the tap. 
Remember, he cautioned, after showing her how it worked, if you get into trouble, I dont know 
anything about it. 
She promised they wouldnt be able to beat it out of her. 
That evening she flew to within a kilometer of Toras home, landed, and walked the rest of the distance. 
The lights were on when she arrived, and she saw movement inside the cottage. Tora had a guest. Several 
guests, in fact. Three flyers were parked on or just off the pad. 
But she knew that the sleek orange-and-black Kondor belonged to the archeologist. She watched for a 
few minutes to be sure no one was outside, then circled around to the pad and taped the microtransmitter 
to the top of a tread, where it disappeared into the well. When she was satisfied, she retreated into the 
woods and turned on her receiver. The signal came through loud and clear. 
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No treasure should be thought secure against thieves so long as any one person knows where it lies. 
The Notebooks of Colin Colin, 2440 c.E. 

Kim was up early next day. She had a light breakfast, and then changed her appearance to that of a trim 
young male, including a mustache, which she thought made her look quite dashing. Then she took her 
rented aircraft out to Tora Kanes neighborhood, timing her flight to be overhead when the archeologist 
came out the door. She had a cup in one hand and a leather case under her other arm when she got into 
her flyer and lifted off. 
Kim monitored her flight until she was down at the dig site. Then she descended nearby in a glade, 
avoiding Kanes landing pad because she didnt want to take a chance of leaving a record of the aircraft 
with the house AI. There were only a few other dwellings in the area, but none within visual range. No 
one seemed to be abroad. 
There was no way to be certain that she wouldnt be recorded by a security system. If that happened, Tora 
would get a picture of a young man, and the plan would be blown, but she at least would escape 
detection. 
She went behind the villa, got the ladder out of the shed, and used it to climb to the roof. She now 
removed her universal tap from a jacket pocket and secured it to a cornice. It was painted the same dull 
brown, so it would be almost invisible to anyone arriving in a flyer. 
Satisfied, she climbed down, put the ladder back, and left. 
She returned home to work on Aquilla Selbys lines, but had hardly gotten started when Matt called to 
ask whether she was okay, by which he presumably meant had she been arrested yet? He also reported 
that hed found a lab they could use to examine the Valiant, but that it would be a couple of weeks before 
they could get access to it. 
He asked again whether she would not relent and give him access to the bric-a-brac. He was so 
mysterious that she knew anyone listening would understand he was trying to talk in code. 
Best to leave things as they are, she told him. 
I dont understand why you dont trust me, he said. 
And she said the usual things, it wasnt that she didnt trust him, but these things have a way of getting 
out, and they needed to concentrate on security, and so on. 
He gave up, and informed her hed pared the list of potential researchers to six. 
Three at most, she insisted, knowing even that was too many. 
They agreed that no feelers would go out until the lab was available. 

After hed disconnected she sat for a while studying the Kane print, Storm Warning. It was an ominous 
landscape, ruined towers in the distance, oncoming thunderheads. 
She ran through the Selby script several times before she was satisfied. Then she downloaded it into a 
compupak, had dinner, and went for a long walk in the twilight. The tides on Greenway did not share the 
rhythmic aspect they would have had under a single satellite. These were up and down all the time, pulled 
constantly in different directions by Helios and the four moons. 
They were at extreme low tide, the ocean far out, more beach exposed than would usually be visible in a 
months time. She strolled along the waters edge, letting the waves wash over her feet, watching the stars 
appear. They looked far away and she wondered again how anything capable of mastering those immense 
distances could behave so irrationally. Yet there had been the war with Pacifica. 
Such things could happen apparently. The people who devised physical theory and constructed jump 
engines were not the same people who made political decisions, or who allowed themselves to be swept 
up by the current media craze, or to be ruled by centuries-old traditions that might once have served to 
hold nations together but had now become counterproductive. 
Dont assume that a species is intelligent because it produces intelligent individuals. Brandywines 
Corollary. 
Maybe in the end shed be remembered for some such principle rather than the discovery of the Valiant. 
She smiled and decided shed be willing to settle for that. 
The next morning she flew over to Bayside Park where she could use a private commbooth, ensuring that 
even if things went wrong no one would be able to track her down. 
The booth was located in a mall along a gravel walkway off the ocean. It was still early in the season, and 
there were few people abroad: a few university students between classes, some locals taking their 
constitutionals. No tourists yet. The morning was bright and cloudless, and the air still cool, with a crisp 
wind coming inshore. 
She tied in the Selby program and punched in Toras number. 
The link chimed at the other end. 
A couple of kids with balloons chased one another through the mall. She watched the long lines of 
breakers moving toward the beach. 
Hello? Toras voice, audio only. 

Dr. Kane? It was Kim who spoke, but Tora would be hearing the voice shed constructed for Selby. 
My name is Gabriel Martin. I was your fathers lawyer some years ago. 
Kim got a picture. Tora was wearing a light blue shirt and baggy blue slacks. Working clothes. She 
looked puzzled. What can I do for you, Mr. Martin? 
Kim sent Selbys image and the construct lawyer, she knew, now materialized in Toras projection area. 
He was a tall, aristocratic figure. Doctor, let me say first that Markis was a close friend, as well as a 
client. I owe him a considerable obligation. I wont go into that at the moment; the details dont really 
matter. 
Unfortunately, I can no longer do anything for him, God rest his soul. But I am in a position to pass 
along some information that you might find useful. 
God rest his soul. That had sounded pretty good when she inserted it. Real lawyer talk to clients. But it 
sounded so artificial now that she bit her lip and waited to see whether Tora would recognize the charade. 
She didnt. 
I appreciate the thought, Mr. Martin. And what information would that be? 
To Tora, the lawyer stood beside an expanse of desktop, covered with disks, pens, and a fat notebook. His 
wall showed a series of beribboned certificates, plaques, and a picture of Martin shaking hands with the 
premier himself. I dont know exactly how to put this, Doctor, because its only rumor, but I have it on 
quite reliable sources. 
Tora waited for him to come to the point. 
Kim stretched the moment out by having Martin advise her that the information he was about to pass on 
was confidential, and that if she repeated it he would have no choice but to deny everything and to 
withdraw from any further participation in the proceedings. 
Yes, she said, her impatience starting to show. Quite so. So what is this about? 
I understand the government has acquired the Hunter logs. The real ones. 
Tora paled and then recovered herself. I dont know anything about it, she said. What real logs? I 
understood the logs were filed in the Archives years ago. 
Dr. Kane. Kim allowed herself to sound simultaneously sympathetic and well informed. I understand 
your reluctance to discuss this. We are after all talking about violations of law, are we not? Violations to 
which you have been party. 

I beg your pardon. Her tone got cold. She had to be wondering just how much her caller knew, and 
probably more to the point, how much the government had. 
Its quite all right, Kim continued, in Martins persona. This information came to me because your 
father had friends at the highest levels. There are those who dont want to see more damage done to his 
reputation, nor any harm come to his daughter, nor see his estate embroiled in extensive litigation, as 
could be the case if certain charges could be shown to have validity. Or even if sufficient doubt could be 
raised concerning his role in the Mount Hope incident, and possibly in the deaths of Yoshi Amara and 
Emily Brandywine. I know you were your fathers sole heir. And you should be aware that whatever 
monies or tangible goods you received out of the estate could be attached in any adverse judgment. 
She looked cornered. Kim also squirmed under a sudden assault of conscience. But she told herself there 
was no other way. The woman could have avoided all this by cooperating. Even at this late date? asked 
Tora. Isnt there a statute of limitations? 
Im afraid not. In a case of this type, in which lives have been lost and deliberate falsifications made to 
cover up responsibility He shook his head sadly. Kim had no idea whether that was true, but it didnt 
matter. Tora was buying it for the moment, and that was all that counted. 
How reliable is your information, Mr. Martin? 
Okay: time to close out. Kim had accomplished what she wanted to do. Its correct, Dr. Kane. 
Tora studied the lawyers image. If I need your help, will you be available? 
Certainly, he said. Id be happy to do what I can for you. 
Thank you. Her voice was unsteady. 
I hope Ive been of assistance. Good day, Doctor. And Kim disconnected. 
She left the booth but used her commlink to call home and tie in with her monitoring system. The tag on 
the flyer would alert her if Tora went anywhere, just as the tap on the roof would listen in on any calls. 
She wandered through the mall. Only a couple of the shops had opened. One carried sporting gear and 
she was looking at swimsuits when her alert sounded. 
Yes, Shep? she said into her link. 
Shes calling the Mighty Third. The museum. Do you wish to listen ?  

Please. 
She heard the far-away ringing. Then an automated voice answered. Good morning. Mighty Third 
Memorial Museum. 
May I speak with Mikel Alaam, please? 
Who may I say is calling? 
Tora Kane. 
One moment. Ill see if hes in. 
While she waited, Kim recalled Markiss tenure as head of The Scarlet Sleeve. And Veronica King. 
Hide in Plain Sight. 
The Purloined Letter. 
An observer would have seen a smile appear at the corners of her lips. /// be damned, she told herself. 
Hello, Tora. Nice to hear from you. How are you doing? Kim recognized Mikels polite tenor. 
Pretty good, thanks, Mikel. She paused. Its been a while. 
Yes, it has. He was embarrassed, Kim thought. This was probably the first time hed spoken with her 
since her fathers display came down. What can I do for you? 
I was wondering if you were planning on being in the museum later this morning. 
Yes. Ill be here. I have a conference at ten-thirty. Are you coming over? 
Yes. I thought Id drop by if its convenient. 
Tora, Im sorry about the problem. 
I understand, Mikel. Its not your fault. Her tone suggested otherwise. When will you be free? 
The meeting wont last more than an hour. After that Im at your disposal. Kim detected a reluctance in 
his voice. He thinks shes coming to plead her fathers case. 

Can we manage lunch? It seemed as much a directive as an invitation. 
Yes. Id like that. Very much. 
There was some small talk, itll be good to see you again, Ive been meaning to call but weve been so 
busy. Then they agreed how much they were looking forward to seeing each other again and broke the 
connection. 
Good. What to do next? 
Hide in Plain Sight. 
Shed hoped to follow Tora Kane to the Hunter logs. The risk was that she would destroy the records 
immediately upon recovery. Kim had hoped she would prove to be too much of a scientist to do that, but 
one could never be certain. In any case, shed gotten lucky. She didnt even need to follow the tag, as 
shed expected to do. Instead, Kim had been given an opportunity to get there first. To arrange things so 
that Gabriel Martins dark warning looked valid. 
But time was short. 
She called Shepard. 
What can I do for you, Kim? 
Shep, I want you to bring up a piece of correspondence from the Mighty Third. Duplicate their 
stationery and give me a letter from them agreeing to see one Jay Braddock today about the Pacifica War 
assignment. The letter should assure Braddock the run of the place. 
Whats the Pacifica War assignment, Kim? 
Dont worry about it. It doesnt exist. 
You want me to sign it too? 
Lift Mikel Alaams signature. Hes the director. 
Kim, thats forgery. 
I dont know any other way to put his name on the document. 
Sheps electronics were making funny noises. You know, he said, youve become a professional 

bandit. 
Cant be helped. 
Where are you going now? 
Clothes, she said. I need a change of clothes. 
Kim arrived at the museum at ten-forty, again dressed in male attire and sporting her mustache. She wore 
a tight undergarment to contain her breasts and a loose-fitting embroidered blouse to hide what she 
couldnt suppress. Her hair was now bright red. Her flesh tones had been slightly altered, and she wore 
dark lenses. Mikel himself, she was certain, would not recognize her. She also had two data disks, 
carefully labeled, in her pocket. 
She flashed a congenial smile at a young woman in the administrative offices, altered her voice as best 
she could, and asked confidently for the director. My names Jay Braddock, she said. Im a researcher 
with Professor Teas-dale. Teasdale was the prizewinning historian of the Paci-fica War era. 
Im sorry, Mr. Braddock said the young woman. 
Dr. Braddock Kim corrected gently. 
Dr. Braddock, but hes in conference at the moment. Her name tag identified her as Wilma LaJanne. 
Kim decided she was a graduate student. 
This is unfortunate, Kim persisted. 
Wilma checked her computer. His schedule isnt free until midafternoon. 
That cant be right, Kim said. With considerable dignity she produced the letter Shep had prepared for 
her. I have an appointment. At ten forty-five. 
Wilma looked at the letter, frowned, and moved her lower lip back and forth. I dont know what to tell 
you, Dr. Brad-dock. Ill inform him when he comes out that youre here. Theres not much more I can 
do. 
When do you expect the meeting to be over? 
About eleven-thirty, sir. But its really hard to say. 
That wont do at all, Kim said. Not at all. Im on a deadline, you understand. Professor Teasdale is not 

going to be happy. She contrived to look pained and then glanced hopefully at Wilma, inviting her to 
volunteer. When she didnt, Kim folded her arms and smiled at the young woman. I wonder if you might 
be able to help. I dont really need much. 
Id like to, she said doubtfully. But Ive only been at the museum for a couple of weeks. 
Kim retrieved her letter, folded it, and slipped it into a pocket. You know who Professor Teasdale is, 
right? A nod. You may also know shes working on a definitive history of the Pacifica War. 
Yes, she said, taking a stab, I had heard. 
The museum had until recently a display on the 376 and the battle off Armagon. Back in the east wing. 
Yes. We took it down just a week or so ago. After the truth came out about Markis Kane. 
Kim let her dismay show. That was a terrible business, wasnt it? 
Wilma showed by the way she set her jaw that she was embarrassed the museum had ever raised an 
exhibit to honor such a man. 
Anyway, Kim continued, the exhibit has some factual data which would be very helpful to us. I 
wonder if you could show me where the material is now? And arrange for me to have access to it for a 
bit? 
She looked around for someone to consult. Or pass the problem to. Fortunately there was no one. Im 
not sure I can do that, sir. 
Kim tried a desperate smile. I promise I wont disturb anything. It would be a great help, and I only need 
a few minutes. 
Wilma was trying to decide whether the request had a potential for getting her into trouble. 
Professor Teasdale is a close friend of Mikels, Kim added helpfully. 
The womans lips curved into a smile. Kim suspected she was somewhat taken with Jay Braddock. 
Amusing notion. 
Of course, said Wilma. Let me see if I can find a key. 
She went into one of the offices and Kim heard voices. Moments later a dark-complexioned man with ice 
blue eyes peered out the door at her, frowned, and withdrew without showing any further sign that she 

existed. Wilma came back with a remote. 
That was Dr. Turnbull, she said, without further comment, as though Turnbull were known far and 
wide. 
She led the way to a cargo lift, and they descended into the bowels of the building. Wilma stood 
nervously off to one side until the lift stopped and the doors opened. Lights came on and Kim saw that 
they were in a storage area divided into cages. Wilma had to look around a bit, but she finally figured out 
where she wanted to go. This way, she said, walking toward the back. More lights came on. Wilma 
pointed the remote, locks clicked, and the doors of two cages opened. This is the stuff from the 376 
display. 
The command chair, the parts from the missile launcher, the assorted other sacred artifacts from the battle 
of Ar-magon, were already covered with dust. Someone had stacked containers nearby, but no packing 
had been done yet. 
What exactly were you looking for, Dr. Braddock? 
Kim wanted her to leave but Wilma stayed close by. Which meant she had orders to make sure the visitor 
didnt make off with anything. Okay, that was reasonable. Details of command and control functions 
during the engagement, she said. 
Kim put a hand in her pocket to assure herself the two replacement disks were still there. Shed labeled 
them in the manner of the two disks that had been on display: 376 VISUAL LOG, JUNE 17, 531 and 376 
SYSTEMS DATA, JUNE 17, 531. It was one of the most celebrated dates in Greenways checkered 
history. 
There was material here that had not been in the original exhibition, mostly parts from the interior of the 
376 and other ships involved at Armagon: lockers and chairs, a replica of a captains quarters, an array of 
mugs carrying the insignia of the various vessels, uniforms, copies of letters sent by the Council to the 
families of those killed in action. 
Kim mentally waved it all aside and concentrated on finding the logs. 
Can I help in any way, Dr. Braddock? asked Wilma. 
Call me Jay, Kim said. She realized she had not been mistaken about her effect on the woman, who 
smiled at her invitingly. She knew the museum aide would not know where anything was: shed had 
trouble just finding the cage. Best was to avoid calling her attention to the disks. No, she said. Thats 
quite okay. I believe I can find everything. 
Wilma backed off a bit and Kim saw a package wrapped in plastic with a sticker marked LOGS. It was 

the right shape, and it was on top of a worktable that was identified as having once been in the 376 
tactical display center. Kim rummaged among other materials until Wilma looked away, and then she 
picked up the package and peeled off the plastic. 
Two disks. 
VISUAL LOG and SYSTEMS DATA, JUNE 17, 531. 
At the same moment she heard the whine of the lift. Coming down. 
Wilma looked toward the sound and Kim dropped the disks into her pocket and brought out the 
substitutes. 
The lift stopped and doors opened. 
There were voices. 
Mikel. And a woman. 
Tora. 
Oh, said Wilma, gratified. Thats Dr. Alaam now. 
The meeting must have broken up early. He knows Im here? 
I left a message. 
Kim pretended to examine the substitute disks, then quickly rewrapped them and put the package back on 
the worktable. 
Mikel and Tora were at the gate, both looking surprised. Whats going on? asked Mikel, glancing from 
Wilma to Kim. Is this Braddock? 
Yes, said Wilma. 
I assumed you were waiting upstairs. He looked carefully at Kim, and her heart stopped while she 
waited for recognition to come. Do I know you! he asked. 
Weve met once or twice, she said, speaking in a low register. Professor Teasdale is still working on 
her history of the period, and Ive been gathering materials. 

Yes, he said. I recall. Well, good to see you again, Braddock. Were happy to cooperate, of course. Id 
suggest in future though that you let us know in advance that youre coming. 
They did, said Wilma. He has a letter from us. Diplomatically, and fortunately for Kim, she did not 
say, from you 
Oh. Mikel was pondering the comment when Tora Kane assumed center stage. I wonder if we can get 
on with it. 
Yes, said Mikel. Of course. 
Kim smiled politely. Well, she said, I think I have everything I need. 
Already? asked Wilma. That was quick. 
We only wanted a couple of verifications. She nodded to Tora, who was standing with her arms folded, 
pretending to be interested in a navigational console. Kim could barely suppress a grin: they were waiting 
for her to leave so they could pocket the disks. 
No. More likely, Mikel knew nothing. Tora was playing the same game Kim had. She wondered what 
kind of story shed told the director. Or whether she had simply bought him off without explanation. In 
either case, nothing would happen while she and Wilma were in the neighborhood. 
Kim made her farewells and, accompanied by the aide, slipped into the elevator. Wilma was clearly 
inviting Jay to make a move. When he didnt, she looked briefly disappointed and got off at the main 
floor. Kim rode up to the roof. 
Toras Kondor was parked in a bay off the taxi pad. Kim wandered over to it, removed the 
microtransmitter, climbed into a cab, and rose into the sunlight in high good humor. 
* * * 
She inserted the visual log and instructed Shep to ran it. 
The wall over the sofa changed texture, the flatscreen appeared, and she was looking at the Hunter pilots 
room. A technician was working and his shoulder patch was visible: 
ST. JOHNS MAINTENANCE. 
The date, translated to Green way time, was February 12, 573. 

Specialists came and went, calibrating sensors, checking subspace communications, and performing a 
myriad other tasks. 
The sequence was identical with her recollection of the version she had taken from the Archives. She fastforwarded. 
The technicians raced through their tasks, then left, and the picture blinked. The timer leaped 
ahead more than two hours and Kane appeared. 
She switched back to normal play. Kane turned and looked into the imager, directly out of the screen at 
Kim. His jaw was set, his mouth a thin line. He ran through a checklist, got out of his chair, and 
disappeared. The imager shut off. Sixteen minutes later, ship time, it blinked on again. 
Hunter ready to depart, he told St. Johns control. 
Hunter, you are clear to go. 
Kane warned his passengers they were thirty seconds from departure, and his harness locked in place. 
Kim watched it all again: The launch of the Hunter, Kanes warning to Kile during the early minutes of 
the flight that the vessel would need a general overhaul when it got back, the jump to hyperspace. She 
watched the passengers come forward one by one and she listened to the now-familiar conversations. She 
hastened through the periods when Kane was alone in the pilots room. 
The Hunter team talked about what they hoped to find in the Golden Pitcher. The Dream. 
Nothing else mattered. 
Tripleys recurrent assertions, Were going to do it this time, Markis; I know it, took on special 
poignancy. 
She saw again Kanes infatuation with Emily. And hers with him. 
She watched moodily, not expecting the record to deviate from the one she remembered until Hunter 
arrived off Alni-tak. And probably even then it would not happen until just before they encountered the 
celestial. She was wrong. 
It was almost three A.M. on day six when Kane, wearing a robe, appeared in the pilots room with a cup 
of coffee. He sat down, checked his instruments, looked at the time, and activated his harness. Okay, 
everybody, buckle in. 
Voices broke in over the intercom. 

Yoshi: Would somebody please tell me whats going on? 
Emily: We have a surprise for you. 
Yoshi: In the middle of the night? 
Tripley: Yes. Its worth it. 
Yoshi: So what is it? Markis, what are we doing? 
Kim froze the picture, sat back in her chair, and stared at Kanes image in the glow of his instruments. In 
the doctored version, this hadnt happened. 
No surprises for Yoshi. 
And she knew now why Walt Gaerhard, the Interstellar technician, had been reluctant to talk about the 
jump engine repairs to which hed signed his name. 
There had been no repairs. 
Thered been no damage. 
28 
We value Truth, not because we are principled, but because we are curious. We like to believe we will not 
tolerate manipulation of the facts. But strict knowledge of what has occurred often inflicts more damage 
than benefit. Mystery and mythology are safer avenues of pursuit precisely because they are open to 
manipulation. Truth, ladies and gentlemen, is overrated. 
E. K. WHITLAW: Summary in the Impeachment Trial of Mason Singh, 2087 C.E. 
Ihe Hunter Log* February 17-19.573 
Ifs the most beautiful thing Ive ever seen. It was Yoshis voice. But only Kane was visible, relaxed in 
his chair. He was looking off to his right, gazing out beyond the view of the imager. Kim, recalling the 
design of the Hunter, knew he was looking through large double windows. The overhead screen depicted 
the Alnitak region, the vast roiling clouds, the dark mass of the Horsehead, the brilliant nebulosity 
NGC2024, the giant star itself, and the sweeping rings of the Jovian world. 
We thought youd not want to miss it. Emily this time. Theres nothing quite like it anywhere weve 
been. 

She came into the picture now and sat down in the left-hand chair. / think, she said, we should have 
dinner tonight out on one of the terraces. 
Precisely what we had in mind. That was Tripley. Kim judged from the body language of Emily and 
Kane that their colleagues were not physically present in the pilots room. In fact, weve made it a 
tradition to do that whenever weve been out here. 
Something on the control board caught Kanes eye. He made adjustments, looked at his screens, and 
frowned. Well, thats interesting. 
What is it, Markis? asked Tripleys voice. 
/ dont know. Were getting a return 
 What kind of return ?  
Metal. Moving almost perpendicular to the plane of the system. 
Emily leaned forward to get a better look at the screen. Is that significant? I wouldnt think a chunk of 
irons that much out of the ordinary. 
This one appears to have some definition. After a pause: But dont get excited. Im sure its nothing. 
Nevertheless, Emilys face took on an aura of hope. 
Markis. Tripley again. 
Its on your monitor now, Kile. Were still too far away to make anything of it. 
You think it might be an artificial object? 
I think its a chunk of iron. He pressed a key on the control panel. So everybody knows, he said, the 
Foundation requires us in any unusual circumstance to record everything that happens throughout the 
ship until we resolve the situation. Save for private quarters, of course. We will go to full recording mode 
in one minute. So get your clothes on back there, kiddies. 
Can we get a picture of the thing? asked Yoshi. 
Its still too far away. 
How far is that? 

Seven hundred thousand kay. Its in orbit, about to drift behind the planet. Well lose it in a few 
minutes. 
Not altogether, I hope, said Emily. 
No chance, said Kane. They watched it drop down the sky, disappearing finally behind the rim of the 
big planet. 
Kile, I assume we want to take a closer look?  
Tripley laughed. Sure. Why not, as long as were here? 
How long before we see it again? asked Yoshi. 
Dont know. We didnt get enough to plot an orbit. 
Just stay with it, said Tripley. 
All right. Kane gave directions to the AI. If were going to pursue we should get rolling. Everybody 
belt down. Hunter rotated, realigned itself, and the mains fired. 
Theyd been running for almost three quarters of an hour when the object reappeared. Kane tried 
unsuccessfully to acquire an image. Its still too far, he said. 
Markis. It was the AI. The object is in a long irregular orbit. Itll decay quickly. Within about six 
weeks, in fact. 
When will we catch up with it? asked Tripley. 
Kane put the question to the AI. 
Late tomorrow morning, came the answer. 
Two lamps burned dimly in the pilots room. 
Rings and moons dominated the windows. At 2:17 A.M., the AI woke Kane. We have definition, 
Markis. 
The object was smooth, not the rugged piece of rock and iron one would have expected. It was shaped 
somewhat like a turtle-shell. 

Kane studied it for almost ten minutes, enhanced it, tapped his fingers on the console, nodded to himself. 
Eventually he opened the intercom. Friends, he said quietly, we have an anomaly. 
They padded one by one into the pilots room, in bare feet, all wearing robes. All cautiously excited. 
Emily looked at the overhead, the others turned to the windows, into which Kane had placed the image. 
Its an enhancement, he explained. But I think this is close to whats really out there. 
They stared quietly. Yoshi stood near Tripley and they seemed to draw together. Emilys face shone. 
Its not very big, Kane said. 
How big is that? 
A little more than a half meter long, maybe two-thirds as wide. 
Kim could almost feel the room deflate. 
// looks like a toy, said Yoshi. Something somebody just tossed overboard. 
It was tumbling, turning slowly end over end. 
Tripley stood near a desk lamp. He turned it off so they could see better. Just for arguments sake, he 
said, is there any possibility of a local life-form? 
Emily shook her head. Alnitakputs out too much UV. 
But we dont really know that it couldnt happen, Trip-ley said. 
Almost any things possible, said Emily. But lets not get ahead of ourselves here. 
Antennas and sensor pods were becoming visible. Kane tapped the window. It has a Klayson ring. 
It might have taken a minute for the implication to set in. A Klayson ring indicated jump capability. 
Aside from the size, said Emily, anybody ever seen this kind of design before? 
Kane shook his head. Ive run a search. It doesnt match up with anything. 
Its a probe, said Emily. Probably left by the survey unit when it was here. 

Cant be, said Kane. 
Why not? 
The Klayson ring. 
Someprobes have Klayson rings, insisted Emily. 
Not this size. Its too small. We wouldnt know how to pack a jump system into a package like this. 
Unless theres been a major advance in the last few months. 
Are you suggesting, said Yoshi, its a celestial artifact? She barely breathed the conclusion. 
Kane got up, went over to the window, and studied the object. / dont want to get everybody excited, but 
I dont think we, or anybody we know, left this here. 
They looked at one another. Tentative smiles appeared. Emily pressed her hand to her lips. Tripley 
glanced around the room as if he feared someone would have a more straightforward explanation. Yoshi 
stood unmoving in front of the windows, beside Kane. 
Dont be discouraged by its size, said Kane. It might still be possible to talk to it. There might be an AI 
of one sort or another on board. 
Let me ask a question, said Tripley. Does intelligent life have to be big? 
Emily nodded. Theoretically, yes. Got to have big brains. 
Theoretically. But is that really true? 
No one knew. 
Kane looked up from his console. He seemed to be alone in the pilots room. Kile, he said to the 
commlink. 
Tripley and the others showed up literally within seconds. 
Were getting power leakage, he told them. Its not dead. 
Magnificent! Tripley jabbed his right fist in the air and turned toward the women. Ladies, he said, / 
do believe weve done it!  

They embraced all around. Emily kissed Kanes cheek while he pretended to be annoyed, and Yoshi 
threw her arms around him. 
From this point, said Tripley, we will proceed on the assumption that theyre alive over there. 
When they overtook the turtle-shell they were looking down on the rings from a point somewhere over 
the north pole. Kane closed to within forty meters of the object. Hed arranged the approach so that 
Alnitak was behind the Hunter, to prevent its blinding the imagers. 
Everybody was in the mission control center, save Kane, who stayed in the pilots room. Tripley sat down 
at a comm console, looked at his colleagues, and signaled to Kane, whose virtual image occupied a chair. 
Kane nodded and Tripley put his index finger on the transmission key. Kane had pointed out that the AI 
could handle all the transmissions, but the moment was a bit too historic for that. 
Okay, said Kane. When youre ready 
Tripley pressed the key once. Then twice. He looked up at his colleagues and beamed. Maybe, he said, 
the first communication  
He tapped it again, three times. 
between humans and their starborn siblings  
Four. 
has just been sent. 
They looked at one another expectantly. In the windows, the turtle-shell tumbled slowly across a 
moonscape. 
Its dark over there, said Kane. 
Emily shook her head. Its too small. Its a pity. But Ill settle for the artifact. 
You give up too easily, said Yoshi. Try again, Kile. 
Tripley resent. One, two, three, four. 
The room glowed with the colors of the rings. 
/ think Emilys right, said Tripley. If anybody were there, theyd certainly want to respond. 

They tapped out the signal a third time. Then Yoshi sat down at the key and continued patiently to send. 
Something to consider, said Kane, studying the image. He pointed at an object mounted in the nose of 
the turtle-shell. It looked like a bracket or fork. It might have an attack capability. 
Why would they attack? asked Emily. 
Youre poking a strange animal. What Im saying is that it could happen. It might be a good idea to 
think about it. 
Theyre not going to shoot at us, said Tripley. Why would they bother? They dont even know us. 
Kanes voice was unemotional. Think about our relative sizes. Were what, several hundred times as big 
as they are. If theres really something alive over there, Id expect them to be nervous. If our situations 
were reversed, I sure as hell would be. 
So what are you suggesting? asked Emily. 
That we be prepared to back off on short notice. Which means if I say were leaving, Ill want everyone 
to belt down 
quickly, and to do it without argument. I doubt that the occasion will arise, but I wont want to get into a 
discussion if it does. 
Okay, Emily said, without bothering to conceal her amusement. If they shoot, we run. I dont think 
anybodys going to argue with that. 
So whats next?  asked Yoshi. They dont seem to have their radio turned on. What else can we do? 
Blink the running lights, said Emily. 
Tripley nodded. Okay. 
Kane turned them off and then on again. Waited a few seconds. Turned them off. Turned them on. 
They kept it up for a while. After a few minutes Tripley asked whether anyone else had an idea. 
Yes, said Yoshi. Why dont we back away so they dont think were pushy? Let them make a move, if 
theyre inclined. They have to be as curious as we are. 
They agreed it was worth trying, and Kane withdrew to a range of five kilometers and assumed a parallel 

orbit. 
They spent the next few hours in a long, generally pointless and often circular discussion. The turtle-shell 
seemed unlikely to be a warship under any circumstances because the Alnitak region was a no-mansland, 
a place that could not conceivably be of strategic value. It was also probably not a trader or 
commercial vessel for the same reason. And that left only survey and research, //the vessel was not 
completely automated, and if it was in fact a vessel, then it should be staffed by scientists. But if that were 
so, why hadnt they responded? 
Tripley suggested they try the radio again. They changed the transmission to one-three-five-seven and put 
it on automatic. It ran for two hours before they gave up and shut it down. 
We need to start talking, said Emily, about what we do when they dont answer. 
Thats easy, said Kane. 
Everyone looked at him, surprised. Kane customarily avoided making policy suggestions that concerned 
the mis-sion, as opposed to technical matters or the operation of the ship. We take a lot of pictures and 
go home. 
No, said Tripley. Its out of the question. 
Even if there were no other considerations, Yoshi said, they seem to be adrift and in a decaying orbit. 
If theres anybody in there, and we leave them, theyll die. 
If we go back with nothing more than pictures, said Tripley, the scientific community would excoriate 
us. 
I can think of three possible reasons why they arent responding, said Kane. One, it is automated. 
Two, theyre all dead. Three, theyre playing possum. Floating out here in a decaying orbit suggests 
theyre damaged. They cant run and they probably can tput up a fight. Theyre looking at a vessel of 
monumental dimensions, probably by far the biggest theyve ever seen. So theyre hoping well go away. 
Or 
Or? 
That help will arrive. 
You think theyve been sending out a distress call? 
Sure. If they can. 

Do we have any way of intercepting it? 
We dont know enough about their equipment. If its hy-percomm, which it probably would be, wed 
have to be astronomically lucky to pick it up. 
Emily suggested they try the radio again. 
Why would it be any more likely to work this time? asked Tripley. 
Theyve had time to see we mean no harm. They may feel more willing to take a chance now. 
Kane directed the AI to begin sending, counting to four. 
/ never considered the possibility, said Tripley, that anything like this could happen. We always 
assumed that, in the event of contact with celestials, theyd be just like us, curious, anxious to 
communicate, amicable. 
A new tone sounded in the speaker. 
A blip. 
And then a pair of blips. 
And then three. 
Coming from the turtle, said Kane. 
Four. 
Andyzve. 
Tripley banged a big hand down on the console. 
They continued counting through to eight. 
Joy reigned. They pumped fists, embraced, shook hands. And there were a few tears. 
My God, theyre really there, said Tripley. 
Are we getting this? Emily asked Kane. For the log? 

The captain looked directly at the imager. Yes, he said. Theyll be watching this in classrooms a 
thousand years from now. 
Tripley broke out four glasses and a bottle of wine. 
And they got another blip. 
Then a pair. 
Theyre counting again, said Tripley. 
Three. Five. 
Eight. 
They looked at one another, waiting. 
Eight, said Tripley. What comes after eight? Theyre waiting for an answer. 
Emily shrugged. Thirteen, she said. 
How do you figure? 
Each number is the total of the two preceding. 
Thats good enough for me, said Tripley. He switched the transmitter to manual and tapped out the 
response. 
The signals came again: One, two, three, five, seven. 
Primes, said Emily. 
Tripley grinned, enjoying the game immensely. Eleven, he said. 
Emily stood near the window, looking out at the tiny craft. / think its time for a visual. 
Tripley agreed. Good. But what do we show them? 
What are they most curious about? 
Us, saidYoshi. 

Yes. Tripley was beaming. Lets have someone say hello. One of the women 
Why one of the women? asked Emily. / think everybody should get on the circuit. Let them see what 
weve got. 
Okay. Lets do it this way, though. Emily, youve been looking for these people a long time. You go 
first. 
Emily looked genuinely moved. Sure, she said. / can live with that. All right. She was already jotting 
down notes. 
Kane was obviously vastly pleased. Their language skills might not be a good fit. 
This is not for them. Its for those kids a thousand years from now. 
Who are also listening to this setup, Yoshi reminded her. 
Its all right. Theyll understand. 
Emily sat down and signaled she was ready. Tripley adjusted her image and hit Transmit. Youre on, he 
told her. She looked directly into the imager and smiled her brightest smile.  We know you cant 
understand any of this, she said, but we want to say hello to you anyhow. Greetings from Greenway. 
Can we assist you in any way? 
The others followed. Tripley spoke with warmth of his hopes that this chance encounter would produce 
long-term benefits for both races. Yoshi wished a good fortune to our interstellar friends, and 
expressed her hope that this marked the beginning of a new era for everyone. 
Finally it was Kanes turn. He didnt look as if he expected to be called on in this endeavor, but when 
Yoshi identified him as their captain and reported he had something to say, he rose to the occasion. 
Were happy to meet you. If we can be of assistance, please let us know. 
With that, he switched off. 
Well, said Tripley, howd we do? 
I thought you guys were outstanding, said Kane. 
Any sign of a response? asked Emily. 

Not yet. 
Kane sank back into his seat. Tripley asked whether it was likely the turtle-shell would have compatible 
equipment to receive a visual image. Kane assured him it would. 
They waited. The minutes dragged by. And a white lamp blinked on. Incoming, said Kane. 
* * * It resembled a butterfly. 
In her living room, Kim, expecting to see a misty thing, leaned forward surprised. Her pulse began to 
race. 
The butterfly looked at them out of cool, golden eyes. They were not compound, but were rather quite 
mammalian. It had a thorax and mandibles and multiple sets of limbs, apparently six altogether, but it was 
difficult to be certain. Spotted red-gold wings moved slowly. 
It wore a surprisingly mundane green blouse. The lower half of the body was not visible. 
There was no physiognomy capable of supporting, in human terms, an expression. From somewhere, it 
was impossible to be certain where, a sound was emanating, a singsong rhythm, almost a chant, 
interrupted by rapid sets of clicks. 
The image was being picked up on monitors in both mission control and the pilots room, and was also 
being displayed in the windows. 
The creature was supported on a framework, presumably a chair-equivalent. A few gauges were visible 
on a bulkhead, and the pilots room, if thats what it was, appeared to be normal size. Curious illusion 
that: anyone receiving the transmission would make some egregiously false assumptions. The butterfly 
appeared to be of the same general dimensions as a human. 
It raised its upper left limb in a gesture that must have been acknowledgment. It maintained that position 
for one minute, seventeen seconds. Then the screen went blank. 
What happened? asked Tripley. 
Kane shook its head. Apparently end of transmission, he said. / guess theyre not much for small talk. 
Can we get a picture of the main hatch from outside? Emily asked Kane. Our main hatch? 
Negative. We dont have anything that can acquire the angle. Why? 

How about the cargo door? 
We can do that. 
What do you have in mind? asked Tripley. 
/ think we ought to send them an invitation. She explained her idea but Tripley, after hed heard her out, 
looked uncertain. 
You think its wise? 
Whats to lose? If Markis is right and the ships damaged, it might get us all off on exactly the right 
note. 
All right, he said. Lets try it. 
Kane pointed one of the port imagers at the cargo hatch, opened the air lock and turned its lights on. 
Emily straightened her blouse and checked her hair. When she was ready, he went to a split screen, 
putting her on one side and the open door on the other. 
Hello again. Would you like to come on board? 
The image of the miniature ship was back in the windows. It floated serenely against the star-clouds. 
Emily waited. And tried again. 
And a third time. 
/ think Im insulted, she said finally. 
Whats the matter with them? Two hours had passed and Tripley could not begin to conceal his 
frustration. You think they saw the open door as a threat? 
Dont know. Were looking at butterflies, for Gods sake. You think theyve had any experience with 
spiders? 
So what do we do now?  asked Emily. 
The open door should be a universal, Tripley persisted. All it really implies is that theyre welcome. 
Why dont we try it again? 

Let Yoshi wave at them, said Emily. Maybe shell have better luck. 
Yoshi took her place in front of the imager, smiled sweetly, looked as unthreatening as she could 
presumably manage, and made friendly overtures. 
There was still no response. 
I just thought of something, she said. They probably dont realize how big we are. As individuals, I 
mean. Theyd expect there are thousands of us here. 
Youre right, said Emily. 
Meaning? 
A physical meeting might not be a good idea. At least for now. 
Transmission coming in, said Kane. Audio only. He put it on the speaker. 
They were back to blips. 
One. 
Two. Three. 
And fourteen. 
Fourteen ?  demanded Tripley. 
Its not a series, said Yoshi. 
Emily took a long deep breath. / agree. But what are they trying to tell us? 
The sequence repeated. One. Two. Three. 
Fourteen. 
And repeated again. 
Theyre telling us to go away, said Emily. Fourteen doesnt fit the series. They want to break off. 
So what do we do now? asked Tripley. 

Go home, suggested Kane. Take the hint and leave. I dont think you can do anything here except 
cause damage. 
We cant do that, Markis, said Tripley. Its crazy. 
Emily looked tired. What do you suggest, Kile? 
Markis, do you still think theyre adrift? 
Yes. Theres no question about it. 
Then we can tjust leave. He was in an agony of indecision. We dont know how far they are from 
home. And we dont know whether theyve got help coming. He looked at Emily. Would you want to 
leave them here, have them get sucked into that he indicated the gas giant, and live with it for the 
rest of your life? 
Why dont we wait to see whether anyone comes to rescue them? suggested Yoshi. If nobody shows up 
within a reasonable time, then we could try to take them on board. 
Whats a reasonable time? asked Tripley. For all we know, theyre running out of life support while 
we debate. God knows how long theyve been here. 
But theyre telling us, said Emily, to go away. 
Yoshi frowned. Im not so sure. Maybe the message is a distress call. You break off the sequence, that 
means theres something wrong. Maybe they think we should recognize that. Just like we think they 
should recognize the open door. 
Tripley was out of patience. Look, he said, whats the worst that could happen if we pick them up ? We 
go back to Greenway  
St. Johns is closer. 
Greenway. Were going to need help. Well have a team waiting for us when we get there. Do 
whatever needs to be done for the poor bastards. Then we give them the keys to the city and send them on 
their way. 
If it works, said Yoshi, itd be a great way to begin relations. 
Then were agreed. Markis, you have any reservations? 

Id keep hands off. But its your call, Kile. Ill go along with whatever you decide. 
Lets doit. 
How? asked Yoshi. 
Tripley took a deep breath. What you said. The thing doesnt seem to have much maneuverability. Lets 
just take them on board. 
Emily and Tripley suited up, went below, and depressurized the cargo bay. 
When I tell you to, Kane instructed them, open the door. But not before. I dont want you getting a 
direct dose of local radiation. Well keep the star on the far side of the ship. But it still wont be safe so 
we want to handle this with dispatch. Once the doors open, you shouldnt have to do anything. Ill bring 
the turtle shell on board. But if theres a reaction and we have to maneuver, make sure you hold on to 
something. As soon as its inside, close up. Okay? 
Okay, Markis, said Tripley. 
Thrusters along the starboard hull fired and the Hunter moved sidewise toward the target. 
Carrying their helmets, they went into the air lock and sat down on the bench. The screen embedded in 
the outer door performed all the functions of a window. Kims angle however did not reveal what they 
were able to see. So far theres no response, said Kane. 
He took almost an hour to negotiate the distance. When he was satisfied, he signaled and Tripley opened 
the inner air-lock door. And then the outer. 
Still nothing, said Kane. Its about two minutes away. 
They moved out of the lock, giving Kane room to operate. 
Were about to cut gravity. Stay clear of the object. If it does anything unexpected, let it go. Somebody 
dies, its a lot of paperwork, and in this situation it wouldnt take much. 
You all right? Emily asked her partner. 
Im fine, said Tripley. 
Okay. Kanes voice was a monotone. Were about to shut gravity down. Dont make any sudden 
moves. 

The celestial appeared outside the open air lock. 
Stay clear, warned Kane. The turtle-shell will come through the door without help. When its safely 
inside, close up. And then give it lots of room. 
The Hunters, outside lights swept across the turtle-shell. Kim noticed what she had not observed before: 
The geometry suggested the hyperbolic vehicle that had attached itself to the Hammersmith. 
Dont worry, said Emily. Well be fine. 
Im sure you will. But keep your distance until were sure its safe. When weve done that, well have to 
figure out how to secure for the trip home. 
Maybe, said Yoshi, who was watching from the corridor, we should have talked this out a bit more. 
The turtle-shell was just outside the air lock. Kane was apparently moving the Hunter gradually toward it. 
Tripley stood watching. He was too close. Maybe mesmerized, but his face was obscured by the helmet. 
Emily took him by the arm and pulled him gently out of the way. 
It entered the lock. Passed through and drifted into the hold. Into the lights. 
Hey, said Kane, were getting a visual. 
Tripley threw a startled glance at one of the monitors. The picture of the spacecraft blinked off and was 
replaced by the butterfly. Its antennae were weaving and the singsong cadence had gone up an octave. 
I think its frightened, said Emily. 
Maybe. Tripley looked from the screen to the micro-ship. Theyll be grateful soon enough. 
Tripley started toward the air lock, intending to close it. But the ship moved. It rotated a few degrees 
around its own axis, pointed its prow at the open sky beyond the air-lock door, and started forward. It was 
a kind of lurch, as though the directing force had less than total control. 
Stay clear, warned Kane. It wants out. 
Emily tried to pull Tripley back. Theyre terrified, she said. Theyve just discovered how big we are. 
Dont make any threatening moves. And then, incredibly, she walked in front of the ship and held up her 
hands. Its all right, she told them. We only want to help. 
Several things happened at once. Tripley punched a button and the air lock started to close. Kane snouted 

a warning to Emily that they couldnt hear her and to get out of the way. The butterfly image vanished 
from the screen. 
Foolishly, Emily held her ground, blocking the vessels route back through the door, which was closing 
fast. Please, she said. Give us a chance. 
Twin beams of red light lanced from the fork on the ships prow. They struck her squarely in the 
abdomen and propelled her into the air lock and sent her tumbling out the door. Tripley screamed and 
made a grab for her but he succeeded only in changing her course and very nearly going out himself. He 
stared after her retreating form, turned, and charged the turtle-shell. Kane ordered Tripley to stop. But it 
was too late. The mission director seized the microship and his momentum carried both of them across 
the chamber. They crashed into a wall and Tripley bounced away in the zero gravity, still holding tight to 
the celestial. 
The outer door closed. 
Going to one gee, Kane said. 
Tripley and the microship fell to the floor. 
Emily, picked up by one of the screens, continued drifting away, trailing red bubbles. 
Monitoring zero Kanes voice broke. He needed a moment to regain control and finish: Zero 
pulse. 
Yoshi was adamant. / say we turn them loose. Turn them loose, get away from here, and forget it ever 
happened. 
They killed Emily, said Tripley. How can we just let them go? 
They were scared. They wanted out. 
There was no need. 
Kane broke in: Nobody has more reason than I do to want the little bastards dead. He stopped and his 
jaw worked. But this is a special case. Yoshis right. Point them toward the hydrogen he meant the 
gas giant, and let them go. 
Tripley shook his head. That means shed have died for nothing. What do we tell people when we get 
home? We found some celestials, but they didnt want to talk a whole lot. Dont know how the ship works, 
we didnt get a chance to ask. Dont know where theyre from. Otherwise ask us anything. By the way, we 
lost Emily. 

What do you want to do? asked Kane. 
/ say we take them with us. Were committed. For Gods sake, Markis, weve paid the price. We owe it to 
her. 
If wed used our heads 
Its late for recriminations. You want me to take the blame? Okay, its my fault. 
That doesnt bring her back, Kile. 
I know. It was stupid. We took a chance. But weve got to make it count for something. How could we 
possibly walk away from this now? 
Ai7e?Yoshis voice, strained. I dont think any bodyll thank us for this. 
What do you mean? How can you say that? This is it Its the Holy Grail. 
People will be happy to have the discovery, but well be a laughingstock. 
Tripley shook his head desperately. You wanted to bring them on board as much as I did. 
Think about it, said Yoshi. We dont know what kind ofhypercomm messages theyve been sending 
out. Look out for the giants with their open doors. Shoot on sight. What do you think people are going to 
say to the pictures of you charging the ship and banging it against a wall? 
Markis, is that really on the log? 
Yes, Im afraid so, Kile. 
My God. But the bastards are killers. 
Only because they were being hijacked, insisted Yoshi. Thats the way they saw it. And the way the 
media will play it. Look, Im not trying to blame anybody. But we need to think about this. Reputations, 
careers, everythings going to go. Well even show up in the history books as dummies of the first order. 
Theyll be laughing at us for centuries. 
They were in mission control. Emilys body had been retrieved and placed in her bunk. The celestial was 
centered on their screens, lying pinned by gravity to the cargo deck. We cant just throw this away, 
Tripley pleaded. 

No one answered. 
29 
The high-minded man must care more for the truth than what people think. 
ARISTOTLE, 340 B.C.E. 
Kim reran the sequence in the cargo hold. She froze the picture at the moment of impact, when the bolt 
struck Emily, and she magnified it and focused on her sisters face plate. She could make out her 
expression, which betrayed more surprise than agony. 
She died quickly, and that was some consolation. But there had been a few seconds after the attack, when 
the lights were going out, when Kim could almost read her thoughts: / have it in my hands, a ship built by 
another civilization, and Ill never know who they are 
The design of her colleagues now took on a kind of Greek inevitability. They would take the turtle-shell 
back to Greenway and find out what they could about it and its occupants. But first they had to negate the 
vehicles capacity to do damage. 
They accomplished the latter by determining that the weapon used against Emily was the fork mounted 
on the prow. They used a bar to break it off and then secured the vehicle in a stowage locker. 
They next engaged in a heated debate before taking the eventually unanimous, if reluctant, decision to 
conceal the outcome of the mission. Until, in Tripleys words, the 
time is right to reveal what weve found. If that ever happens. Kane was most opposed to the plan, 
perhaps because he did not like deceit, but also and most certainly because it required him to falsify the 
ships records. But he eventually succumbed to the argument that if they reported events as they had 
occurred, their careers would be ruined and their reputations destroyed. They would be remembered for 
their folly as long as the species endured. 
So they would take the microship back to Greenway and examine it themselves. And in the meantime 
they hoped that maybe one of them would think of a way out of the frightful dilemma into which they had 
sunk. 
The strategy required that Emily be left behind, since there was no way to explain her death. It was 
Tripley who devised the plan that they would return her to Terminal City, book a hotel reservation for 
her, use her ID to create the illusion that shed gotten into a cab, and let the authorities figure out why she 
never arrived. 

Having laid out their course, their last action before leaving orbit was to consign Emily to the void. 
All this was on the record, as if Kane wanted to make it available to some future What? Historian? 
Judge? 
The logs ended immediately after the burial service. The screen went blank and the power blinked off. 
Kim sat in the lengthening shadows listening to the ocean. 
Kim, you have a call from Canon Woodbridge. 
Put him on, Shep. 
Actually, she got an assistant, a young male with a somber, self-important manner. Dr. Brandywine? 
Yes? This is she. If he gave his name she missed it. 
Dr. Woodbridge wishes you to come to Salonika tomorrow. He asked me to express his regrets that he 
couldnt call you himself, but hes extremely busy. 
Why? she asked. 
Hes always quite busy, Doctor. 
I mean, why does he want me in the capital? 
I believe its an award ceremony of some sort. Hes quite anxious that you be here. 
You cant tell me what its about? 
Im sorry. I dont have details. But transportations been arranged. Youll be picked up at nine tomorrow 
morning. I hope thats not inconvenient. 
Ten minutes later, Shep reported another call. Tom Kane. 
Kim sighed. She was on the sofa, trying unsuccessfully to read the latest issue of Cosmic, and she was not 
in the mood for more hostility. Nevertheless she straightened herself and told Shepard to make the 
connection. 
Brandy wine, said Tora. The woman was difficult. 

Hello, said Kim. 
The archeologist was standing beside an antique vase. Would I be correct in concluding, she said, that 
it was you I saw at the Mighty Third yesterday? 
I dont think so, Kim said. 
Please dont waste my time. Im not stupid. 
Kim shrugged. 
I warned him it was a bad place to leave them, she said. 
Was she talking about her father? Or Mikel? What exactly, asked Kim, do you want? 
I have an instruction to carry out. She looked at Kim the way one might look at a beetle. 
An instruction? From whom? 
From Markis. 
Oh? 
First I need to be sure I have the right person. Did you, or did you not, steal something from the museum 
yesterday? 
Just a moment. Kim cut the sound. Shep, she said, are we being recorded at the other end? 
He needed a moment to run a sweep. Wo, he said. 
If she starts to record, Kim said, cut us off immediately. 
/// do that, Kim. 
Give me the sound again. 
Tora gazed at her from under half-lowered lids. I hope you feel safe enough now to tell me the truth. 
I have the logs, said Kim. Theres something else you should see. 
What? 

Come tomorrow evening. At seven. 
You cant tell me what it is? She blinked off. 
A government flyer touched down on Kims pad at precisely nine A.M. She got in, showed her ID to the 
dex, and the vehicle lifted off and headed northwest through a sky heavy with rainstorms. 
She was exhausted. The images from the Hunters cargo bay had given her no rest. She kept seeing 
Emilys eyes, and Tripleys mad dash to seize the Valiant. 
What should she do now? 
It seemed simple enough: release the news. It would be a huge story, and while the Hunter crew wouldnt 
emerge covered with glory, at least some of the suspicions of foul play would dissipate. But she couldnt 
do that without also divulging that a contact had been made. And that would violate the understanding 
she had with Woodbridge. 
If people found out, thered be no holding them back. Everybody with access to a ship would be headed 
for Alni-tak. Where theyd encounter what? A species made hostile by the apparent hijacking of one of 
their ships? 
The flyer dropped onto a rooftop pad at the National Security Center. By then rain was falling heavily. 
The vehicle taxied into one of the shelters and Kim found a young female escort waiting for her. 
She was taken down several floors and shown into a small office. Moments later a door opened and 
Woodbridge appeared. He shook her hand, asked whether everything was going well at the Institute. 
Before she had a chance to answer, an assistant looked in and told him they were ready. 
Good, Woodbridge said. Showing no interest whatsoever in conditions at the Institute, he led the way 
across a corridor into a conference room where roughly twenty people were milling about. It was a festive 
occasion. Cheeses, pastry, and wine had been laid out. Woodbridge began introducing her to the rooms 
occupantsall seemed to have titles, Director This and Commissioner Thatwhen a side door opened 
and everyone fell silent. The few who were not already on their feet rose. 
Kim couldnt see who was coming in, but she heard voices just outside in the corridor and then the 
commotion was in the room and she saw that it was Talbott Edward, one of the members of the Council. 
He strode to the front, while people made way on both sides, and took his position behind a lectern. He 
waited for everyone to find a seat. 
Ladies and gentlemen, he said. Its good to see you all again. I dont get up here often enough. 
Edward was tall, extraordinarily thin, immaculately groomed. He wore bracelets on both wrists, and his 

gaze had the quality of reflecting from his aides and guests, as if he didnt quite see anyone around him. 
Today I have an especially gratifying task to perform. He looked out over his audience, picked out 
Kim, and seemed to recognize her. Did recognize her, probably, she decided, because he was searching 
out the young woman seated beside Woodbridge. Dr. Brandywine, would you come up here, please? 
And Canon, you too. 
He welcomed her with a hearty handshake, his glance meanwhile returned upward. He smiled at 
Woodbridge, and proceeded to go on for several minutes about the advances of science and technology 
and how important it was that the Republic remain at the forefront of scientific research. 
Periodically, we at the Progress Directorate like to take time to honor the people who lead the charge. 
He seemed to think that was an especially telling phrase, because he delivered it again. Who lead the 
charge into the future. Today we want to express our appreciation to Dr. Kimberly 
Brandy wine, for special contributions in the field of cosmology. Woodbridge produced a small white 
box and held it out to him. 
Edward took the box, opened it, and extracted a silver medal with a red ribbon, which he held so the 
audience could see. The Brays Stilwell Award for Special Achievement, he said. His hand moved in a 
graceful arc ending at her lapel, to which he affixed the medal. Congratulations. He shook her hand, 
and shook Woodbridges hand. 
Kim had never heard of the Brays Stilwell. She said thanks, felt a rush of gratitude, and smiled at 
Woodbridge and at the Councilor. 
Edward told her he knew she would continue her fine work. Then he shook a few more hands, glanced at 
the time, and disappeared. 
The people in the audience approached her to look at the award and wish her well. Its nice, she told 
Woodbridge. Thank you. 
Its really quite a high honor, he said. The highest we can give. But nobodyll ever really know why 
you got it. Except you, me, the councilman, and a few staff people. 
She wasnt sure herself why shed gotten it. 
He put his hands on her shoulders, as if he were sending her off to battle. Now, can I talk you into 
having lunch with me? 
It had just begun to get dark when Kim arrived at Tora Kanes home. Tora was standing at the pad, 
sipping a drink, when the taxi touched down and Kim stepped out. Good evening, Brandywine, she 

said. 
Kim nodded and looked at the cab. Should I have it wait? 
It wouldnt hurt. 
It was a pleasant evening toward the end of April, just after sunset. The air was filled with the scent of the 
woods. A pair of squirrels stopped chasing each other around the bole of an ancient oak to watch the two 
women. 
They climbed onto the porch and Tora invited Kim to sit down. She picked out a rickety wooden chair; 
Tora took the swing. There was a pitcher and an extra glass on a side table. Blue riggers, said her 
hostess. Would you like one? 
Thank you, Kim said, determined to avoid returning the womans surliness. 
Tora filled a glass and held it out for her. How did you find out where they were? 
The logs? Kim shrugged. It seemed like a place that would have appealed to him. 
Hidden in a museum? On public display? Oh yes, he liked that. 
The blue rigger was quite good. 
Kim met her eyes. You knew all along, didnt you? You knew what happened on the Hunter 
Yes, she said. I knew. 
Youve seen the logs? 
No. She put her drink down. Rocked back and forth. Stared into the growing dusk. No. I had no wish 
to see the gory details. But I knew what happened. He was tortured by it. 
What about Mount Hope? Whats the rest of the story? 
She opened a drawer on the side table and took out a disk. He knew that somebody would eventually do 
what you have done, somebody would get at least part of the truth. If it hadnt been you, it would have 
been somebody else. A lamp burned inside the window. My instructions were that, if the logs were 
found, this statement should be made available to the authorities. Thats not you, but it seems that youre 
the logical person to receive it nonetheless. 

Kim took it. Do you want to watch it? 
Ive seen it. 
Kim slipped it into a jacket pocket. You should be aware that I havent decided yet whether Ill make 
any of this public. 
She shrugged. Make it public and be damned. 
Kim got up and turned to go. 
Tora stayed on the swing. You should be aware, she said, that what you have is a copy. No part of the 
Hunter 
story is to be made public unless all of it is. If you dont see to it, / will. 
When she got home, Kim put it on the flat screen. 
The first image was the Valiant. A timer in the lower right hand corner gave the date April 3,573, 6:48 
P.M. The Mount Hope explosion, she recalled, had occurred on that same date at a little after seven 
oclock in the evening. 
The Valiant was on a table. It was bathed in light, and she could see part of a device that looked like a 
sensor suspended overhead. She couldnt make out anything else, but the table looked like the one shed 
seen in Tripleys basement lab. 
An arm came into the picture, adjusted the sensor. And she heard Kiles voice: Hows that, Yosh? The 
arm was in a white sleeve. It withdrew, and Kim could see nothing except the microship and the tabletop. 
Thats good. Thatll do it. 
And Kile again: Markis, were ready to start. 
Be right down. 
The timer continued to run. 
Ready? asked Tripley. 
Yoshi again: All set. Then her voice going higher: Hey, Kile, whats that? 

Kim saw nothing. 
Not sure. The arm came back, went behind the ship on the port side, and blocked the imagers view. 
Hey, weve got an open hatch!  
The table and the ship rippled. 
Mist rose from a dozen places on the Valiant, as if the spacecraft were venting. 
The arm jerked away. 
And now the voices became confused. 
What is that? 
Theyre not dead. 
My God, Kile, stay away from it. 
Get upstairs!  
The lighting changed abruptly, as if a curtain had passed in front of a lamp. And something that looked 
like an oversized dragonfly appeared from behind the ship and glided out of the picture. 
Kile screamed for Yoshi to look out, and then Kim heard more shouts, but nothing from Yoshi. Someone 
heavy Tripley, it must have beenran across the floor and pounded up the staircase. There were more 
cries, some now coming from Kane, and she heard a sickening crunch, the sound of flesh impacting and 
bones breaking. 
Yoshi. 
Now the heavy steps came back downstairs. Kim understood that Yoshi had fallen or been pushed off the 
stairway, that Tripley was trying to do something for her, and then he was swearing he would kill the 
bastardsthose were his wordsand he hurried back up the stairs and out of the laboratory. 
The Valiant remained untouched on the table until the record stopped. 
A new image appeared: Markis Kane in a black, loose-fitting shirt. The date advanced to August 11,575. 
More than two years later. 
Lines had appeared in his face, and for several seconds he merely stared out of the screen. Kim thought 

he appeared unsure of himself. Not at all the Kane shed come to know. 
I have no way of knowing, he said, who will hear this account of the Hunter, and of the destruction of 
Severin Village. We are all culpable, everyone who was on the mission. For the sake of the others, and 
perhaps for my own reputation, I would have preferred these events continue as they have, one 
unremarked, the other unexplained. But I must assume that the listener knows enough that the rest should 
be made clear. 
Let me admit at the outset that the primary responsibility for the disaster that overtook Severin Village 
on April 3, 573, is mine. I consented against my better judgment to the seizure of the celestial vessel. I 
suggested and executed the tactic for bringing it aboard ship, an act which resulted di-rectly in the death 
of Emily Brandywine. I further failed to dissuade Kile Tripley in his intention to bring the vessel to 
Greenway, even though I knew there was a potential for precisely the kind of disaster that occurred. That 
I have not stepped forward and acknowledged these facts has been dishonorable. I hope, before the truth 
emerges, as it surely must, I will be safely dead, beyond the grip of public opprobrium, or of any but 
divine justice. 
There was no indication of life aboard the celestial at any time after we had taken it onboard. We 
assumed that Kiles attack on the vessel had killed whatever had been inside. We had mixed emotions 
about that. It was not the way one wants first contact to occur. But they had, after all, taken Emilys life. 
Kiles intention was to keep the discovery secret for a time, and to bring in a few discreet researchers. 
He planned to use one of several laboratories available to the Foundation, for the purpose of dissecting 
the artifact and retrieving its secrets. But the problem was that the laboratories were all located in heavily 
populated areas. 
We did not know how the vessel was powered. But we thought it wise to assume it used the only fuel we 
knew of that made entry into transdimensional space possible: antimatter. That presented us with a unique 
problem. If they did indeed use antimatter, there was always the possibility of a breach in the containment 
system. Should that happen, should its power reach so low a level that it could not maintain the magnetic 
bottle, the vessel would explode, and take us and a sizable portion of the neighborhood with it. 
Consequently we needed a lab in a remote location. 
I should add parenthetically that we felt we had time, since every test we had run indicated that power 
was flowing through the ship, and that maintenance systems did seem to be stable. Of course, as the event 
showed, much of this was guesswork. 
To reduce the danger, Kile decided that the Foundation would sponsor a lab on Shimmer, where an 
accident could harm no one except volunteer technicians. A hypercomm message was sent before we left 
Alnitak, directing that work be started immediately. Nevertheless, it would be several months before the 
facility could be ready. 

In my own defense, I should point out that I argued throughout that the artifact be left in orbit around 
one of the Jovians in the Helian system, where there could be no danger to anyone. But it was too much 
to ask of Kile, who was anxious to get to a place where they would have the capability to inspect the find. 
At the very least, he maintained, the bodies of the crew had to be examined as quickly as possible. 
Kile elected to take it to his summer home in Severin. It was a compromise choice, with less potential 
for disaster than there would have been in, say, Terminal City or Marathon. At the time, it seemed not 
unreasonable. 
I believed the chances for a catastrophe were slight, though what evidence I based that on I cannot now 
conceive. We thought, given a few days, we could determine the nature of the fuel and the state of any 
containment system. Unfortunately, we were not given a few days. 
We had no difficulty getting the artifact past the customs people. Yoshi walked it through, describing it 
as a toy for a nephew. She gave it a modest value, and was told it fell within her exemption. 
We took the artifact to Kiles home, where it turned out that the equipment he had available for analysis 
was considerably less than hed implied. We had to go out looking for almost everything we needed. The 
result was that we wasted the little time we had. For example, we needed a full day simply to locate a 
Vanover sensor, which would allow us to look into the interior. 
Im not altogether certain of some specifics regarding the events of April 3, because I was upstairs when 
I first realized there was a problem. Kile and Yoshi were down in the lab and they started screaming. I ran 
for the stairs and saw Yoshi coming up. She was scared out of her wits. 
Then I saw that an entity very much like a living cloud had apparently emerged from the ship. It 
immediately attacked Yoshi. When Kile and I went to her rescue, it released her, and she fell off the 
staircase, struck her head, and must have been dead when Kile reached her. Meanwhile, the entity came 
after me. It delivered an electrical shock, which left me temporarily stunned. As I went down, I thought I 
saw a small vehicle, a tiny lander if you will, glide past me in the creatures wake. It was hard to be 
certain, because I was a bit shaken up. Furthermore Id sliced an arm as I fell and had got blood in my 
eyes. In any event, something blew a hole in a window, and the cloud and the lander, if thats indeed what 
it was, disappeared into the night. 
At about the same time Kile must have seen he could do nothing for Yoshi. He stormed upstairs, and 
asked me where the intruders had gone. 
I pointed to the window, and without another word he raced after them. I tried to dissuade him, and 
hurried outside just in time to see him lifting off the pad. I called after him not to go, but he persisted. 
I raised him on his commlink. He told me he was tracking the celestials, that he had them on his screen, 
and that he intended to make sure of them this time. Then he told me he would call me when it was over, 

and he signed off. I made repeated efforts to contact him after that, but he didnt respond. 
I went back to see if I could do anything for Yoshi. But she was dead. A few minutes later, I heard the 
blast that blew the side out of Mount Hope. The house shook and the lights dimmed and went out. When I 
went outside, debris was still raining down on the town. 
Fires burned everywhere. There were screams in the wreckage. 
And God help me I knew it had been the fuel cells, that the celestials had somehow transferred them to 
the lander, and that Kile and I were responsible. 
I did what I could to help. Emergency teams from Eagle Point and elsewhere came in quickly. I tried 
again to raise Kile, but I never heard from him again. 
At the time I believed people would know who had done it. How could they not know? We were just 
back, the explosion had been triggered by antimatter, Kile was almost cer-tainly dead in the blast. We had 
another crew member missing, and a third dead in the village. Clearly we had been up to something. 
Nevertheless I could not face public humiliation, and I did what I could to keep these events from 
coming to the attention of the authorities. It seemed to me two things needed to be accomplished. 
The first was to dispose of Yoshis body, so that it would not be found at the scene of the disaster and, 
when she was identified, raise even more questions. I wrapped it in plastic, weighted it, and put her in the 
river, above the dam, in the deepest part. 
Second, I had to remove the starship. Id decided to bury it in the mountains, and then try to ride out the 
storm of suspicion which I knew would rise, and which indeed did rise, after the event. But when I got 
back to Kiles villa, to my horror his mother had arrived and taken charge of things. I had no immediate 
opportunity to retrieve the microship, so I left it, hoping that no one would recognize it for what it was. 
Several days later, when I visited her, she was talking about sending it to her grandson. 
The thing that attacked Yoshi is still loose in the mountains. People come back with stories, and it has 
become something of a local celebrity, although fortunately very few take it seriously. And they are 
written off as lunatics. 
I have felt some sympathy for the creature, lost and alone in a strange world. I do not believe it meant to 
injure Yoshi, but only wished to clear the way for the escape vehicle. Ive even gone looking for it on 
occasion. If its there, and if it recognizes me, it stays away. 
The lost crew of the microship, in spite of everything, has my respect. They killed two, and possibly 
three, of our people. Yet they must have known an explosion was imminent, and they took the fuel with 
them anyway. Did they do it for some incomprehensible reason? Or did they recognize they were in a 

populated area and sacrificed themselves in an effort to save creatures for whom they should have had no 
concern and no sympathy? 
The three great stars in Orion rose out of the sea at about nine oclock. Kim sat on her deck, watching 
them. Next door, they were celebrating a birthday with loud music and rockets. When the noise subsided 
and the lights eventually went out, she was still there. 
30 
One assumes the kindness of a friend; 
But the kindness of a stranger, 
Ah, that is of a different order of magnitude 
SHEYEL TOLLIVER, Notebooks, 573 
And you thought Tripleys grandmother put the body in the river. Marts eyes contained a rare twinkle. 
I couldnt imagine who else might have done it. I never even thought of Kane. 
Do you think Tora knows? 
She knows. They were on the sundeck at Kims home. It was a trifle cool but the day was pleasant and 
the sound of the surf soothing. 
I wonder what the customs people will say when they find out somebody smuggled a starship past 
them. His eyes closed. So what are you going to do now? You cant really sit on something like this. 
What do you suggest? 
Turn it over to Woodbridge. 
Then what? 
Then nothing. Were out of it at that point. 
Matt 
Look, Kim, I understand how you feel. The reputations of Kane and Tripley are hanging out there. 
People think theyre killers. But theyre the ones who mismanaged everything. You have an agreement 

with Woodbridge and hes ab-solutely right. Were just going to have to swallow this as best we can. 
She stared out to sea. Matt, we arent talking reputations anymore. Or politics. Think about what 
happened out there. At Alnitak. 
They blundered. 
Yes, they did. They encountered a vehicle from another civilization, and they hijacked it. 
I know. 
One of the most important events in human history. We need to find a way to set things right. 
Are we talking about the celestialsl 
Yeah. Thats exactly what Im talking about. 
Kim, how in heaven can we do that? Its done. Fini. Too late. 
Maybe not. We could try mounting another mission. Go back to Alnitak and try again to talk to them. 
Thats good. Wasnt it you the other day who was calling them murderous sons of bitches? Who wanted 
to kill them all? Wasnt it you who stirred up Woodbridge? Warned him that we shouldnt let anybody 
near the little bastards? I think thats quoted correctly. 
Matt 
Who encouraged him to cancel Beacon? Which project, by the way, the director was proud of? And 
which your colleagues had been working on for years? 
Matt, I was wrong. Think about what happened. The crew of the Valiant sacrificed themselves to save 
members of a species that had kidnapped and marooned them. Why do you think they did that? 
I dont know. Maybe they werent very bright. 
I think theyre worth getting to know. 
A couple of joggers were passing. They waved, and Kim and Flexner waved back. Flip-flop, he said. 
Are these things dangerous or not? 
Of course theyre dangerous. But think how the Hunter incident must have looked to them. Look, we 

know that the Valiant had a hyperspace capability. That would also mean theyd have hypercomm. If they 
were in trouble, as apparently they were, theyd already sent out a call for help. What would they have 
done when the Hunter arrived? Another message, right? My God, you ought to see this huge son of a 
bitch that just showed up. 
Okay. 
And what do they say next? 
Theyre trying to grab us. 
Exactly. The transmission probably gets cut off in the middle. Thats why Solly and I found an 
unfriendly welcome when we arrived in the neighborhood. Ask yourself how weA react if a giant ship 
grabbed one of ours. No wonder they wanted to know our address. She listened to him breathe and 
wondered why he was so fearful. Why was there no one like Solly in the upper levels of the organization? 
Flexner shook his head. Its too late to repair the damage now. I mean, how can you do it? It looks as if 
its a shoot-first situation out there. And we cant even talk to them. 
Sure we can. 
Oh yeah. Two-four-six-eight. Thats good. 
Matt, weve got to talk with something other than language. Something theyll understand. 
He got up, walked to the end of the deck, and looked out at the sea. What would you suggest? 
The Valiant. I think we go back and do a gesture. 
Meaning? 
Return the Valiant. Tell them were sorry and leave it to them to figure out what the words mean. The 
important thing is the gesture. So we stand out there, give them a clear shot at us, show them we trust 
them, and return their ship. 
Sounds like a formula for getting killed. 
Maybe, she said. But people wholl sacrifice themselves for strangers A couple of kids playing tag 
ran giggling through the yard and past the Institute flyer. Kim watched them for a minute. 
Let me think it over, said Flexner. We can make a judgment on that more easily after weve had a 

good look at the thing. After we have a better idea what their technology looks like. He gazed at her 
uncertainly. Whats wrong? he asked. 
I dont think we can risk doing the lab work, Matt. 
His face hardened. Why not? 
Because itll get out. I dont believe were capable of keeping the secret. Once its out, well lose the 
ship and thatll be the end. 
We can keep it quiet, he insisted. Ive been careful about the people were bringing in. He sounded 
frightened. 
No. Were only going to have one chance to do this right. 
Kim, it really doesnt matter what you and I think. Woodbridge would never allow it. 
I agree. So we dont tell him. 
No. He shook his head. We cant do this. 
Come on, Matt, show some guts for once. Then you can forget about the Valiant. Itll stay where it is. 
Kim, I wish youd be reasonable. 
She pressed her advantage: Well have to move on this before word gets out that we have a celestial. 
Well have to plan the rendezvous in such a way that nothing would be at risk except the ship and crew. 
Strip the data banks so theres no way to trace them back here, even in a worst-case scenario. Give 
everybody poison, if you want. 
Kim, youre putting me in a terrible position. 
I know. She looked at him. Make it happen, Matt. 
Phil will never allow it. 
Dont tell him, either. 
What? How can I not tell PhilT 
Matt, this time you have to make the call. 

He got up, took out his remote, and started the flyer. Ill let you know, he said. 
She watched the aircraft lift into the sky, retrieved the Kane disk, relabeled it ACCOUNTING, and left it 
on the coffee table. In plain sight. Then she sat quietly for a few minutes watching the tide come in. 
Shep, give me Solly. 
I disapprove, Kim. Your state of mind precludes 
Shep 
She heard the electronic whine. It took longer than usual this time. But Solly appeared, wearing diving 
gear. He frowned, said something uncomplimentary about Shepard, removed his fins and converter, sat 
down on a virtual bench, and looked at Kim. Hi, babe, he said. 
Hello, Solly. Her strength ebbed out of her. I wish we could do it again. 
Do what?  he asked. 
Dive, she said. Dive deep. 
He nodded. 
She listened to the sea. I miss you, Solly. 
/ know. Youll just have to give it time. Therell be others. 
Please dont 
Sorry. And after a moment: / shouldnt stay. 
Thats Shepard talking. 
Wo. Its me. He gazed for a long moment into her eyes. The room seemed very quiet. I have a 
suggestion. 
Okay? 
/ dont want you to take offense. 
She knew what was coming. I wont, Solly. 

// would be best if you let me be. For a while anyhow, until youve got things back together. 
She stared at him. His image got blurry. Solly, I cant stand it, not having you here. 
I know. 
You dont. You never went through anything like this. 
Kim, you were the best part of my life. And I wouldnt trade the voyage to Alnitak for anything. The 
price was worth it. 
He grew indistinct and faded gradually, very unlike Sheps usual exit technique. When he was gone she 
got up, started for the bedroom, but paused at the foot of the stairs. Shep? 
Yes, Kim? 
How did you know what happened on the Hammersmith? 
The AI didnt answer. 
Two days later Matt called to tell her they were moving ahead with the Alnitak mission and that he was 
optimistic. She asked whether there was anything she could do. 
Just stay out of trouble, he said. 
It was midafternoon. Shed just gotten home after completing a luncheon speaking engagement at the 
Seabright Literary Society. A heavy rain was pounding the island. At this time of year storms came in 
every day at a quarter to three. They moved as punctually as the trains. She was sprawled on the divan, 
listening to the weather, thinking about the Valiant, when Shep broke in. Kim, he said, Tom Kane 
would like to speak with you. She says its urgent. 
Kim looked around the room. It was not very tidy. Put her through, Shep. Audio. And after the click: 
Hello, Tora. What can I do for you? 
Kim, Im at home. Can you come over? Theres something I want to show you. 
Sure. Whats it about? 
Not on an open circuit. Ill tell you when you get here. Please hurry. 
So they were on a first-name basis now. Puzzled, Kim sent for a taxi. Ten minutes later she was in the air, 

headed north. Rain beat down on the aircraft and the wind gave her a rough ride. But the storm subsided 
as she came in sight of Toras villa. The flyer descended onto the pad and Kim got out, instructing the 
vehicle to wait. She splashed through puddles and climbed onto the porch. 
Can I help you? asked the house AI. 
Dr. Kane asked me to come by. 
Im sorry. Dr Kane is not at home. 
That cant be right. Are you sure? 
She is not here. But I will be happy to relay a message to her, if you wish. 
Kim stared at the front door. The house stared back. 
She used her commlink to find Kanes number and then put through a call. It chimed twice. 
Kane. 
Tora, this is Kim Brandywine. 
Hello, Brandywine. What can I do for you? 
Im at your place. You asked me to come over. 
Youre where? 
At your place. 
My place? I dont know anything about it. Whod you talk to? 
Forget it, she said. She switched to Sheps circuit, but he didnt answer. 
Not good. She strode quickly to the taxi and ordered it back home. 
Two hours later she walked into Marts office. He looked up from his desk, surprised to see her, startled 
at her appearance. You okay? he asked. 
She closed the door behind her and sat down. Somebodys been at Shep. 

Uh-oh. What did they get? 
I think we can assume everything. 
The Kane disk? 
That too. 
He looked around the office as if suddenly wondering whether it was secure. Why? Who would do it? 
I can only think of one person. 
Woodbridge? 
Yep. 
So whats everything? Do they know what we talked about this morning? 
Theres no way to be sure. Shep didnt have any of it, but its possible somebody was listening. 
Matt nodded slowly. So what did they get that they didnt already have? 
The Valiant. 
They know where it ? 
They know it exists. 
Thats not so good. He inhaled. Exhaled. Looked uncertain. I was going to call you. 
About? 
Ive spoken with Dr. Agostino. 
I thought we agreed we wouldnt bring him in. 
Come on, Kim. Be reasonable. He understands the situation and hes willing to set up a contact team. 
Hes probably why I got raided. 
I dont believe it. Whend it happen? 

Around three. 
I talked to him less than an hour ago. It was almost five oclock. 
All right, she said. Look, theyll be coming after the Valiant. We need to get moving. 
The plan was to leave next week. We thought that was pushing it. 
Not good enough. We need to be on our way tomorrow. 
Thats not practical. 
Forget practical. Wed be better off clearing out tonight. Tell everybody we go tomorrow. Anybody who 
cant be there, leave without. 
Youll need supplies, Kim. This kind of thing cant be managed overnight. 
This one has to be. Do it overnight or forget it. 
Ill do what I can, he said. Well be using the McCol-lum. Its in port and ready to go. All we need is 
the people. 
Then get them started. Have we got a pilot? 
Ali Kassem. Do you know him? 
Met him once or twice. Solly had spoken well of him. That was good enough. 
Matt called her at home late that evening. We got a late request, he said. Can you talk to the Terminal 
City Business Association tomorrow? 
It was the signal. They would leave tomorrow night. 
She complained that it was short notice, and he apolo-gized, said hed originally planned to handle it 
himself, but something had come up, and hed appreciate it. 
Okay, she said. But you owe me. 
And she went to bed happy. 

31 
Nothing in this hand, nothing in my sleeve 
Standard routine for magicians, nineteenth and twentieth centuries, c.E. 
Kim slept soundly through the night and was up at six, ate a good breakfast, and finished packing. She 
put her wet suit and a metal sensor in a carrying case, instructed Shep to inform callers during the balance 
of the day that she was on assignment in Marathon and after that to say simply that she was on vacation 
and would be unavailable for the foreseeable future. 
Shortly after nine she arrived at the train station and directed the loader to ship her bags through to 
Terminal City, and signed in. By 9:40 she was on her way to Marathon. 
Marathon was a garden town, populated predominantly by people who were satisfied to live off the basic 
allotment, and to devote their lives to the pursuit of leisure and the arts. It had more theaters per square 
meter than any other place in the world, more game rooms, more libraries, more swimming pools, and 
probably more sex. 
According to legend, its name commemorated the ultimate one-night stand when Annie Muldoon, a 
personage at the edge of history, took on the towns entire adult male population, said to have numbered 
an even one hundred, and to have exhausted them all in a single night. There was a statue of Annie, with 
a bunch of bananas thrown over one shoulder, in the city hall courtyard. Kim saw it from the train 
window as she pulled into town. 
She got off, ate lunch, and rented a horse, which she rode through woods still wet from an early morning 
rain, past waterfalls and wallball courts, to the UDI office. United Distribution was located on the upper 
floor of a small log building. The lower level featured a communications shop and a liquor store. She 
went up a flight of stairs, followed the signs into a service area, and presented her ID number to the dex. 
The system produced her package, laying it on the counter so she could see the label shed addressed 
from Eagle Point. Is this correct? it asked. 
Yes, she said. 
Press here, please. It wanted her thumb print on the delivery receipt. She complied, carried the package 
downstairs, and hefted it onto the horse. A man sleeping on the front deck woke up, looked at her, and 
said hello. Kim returned the greeting, climbed into the saddle and started back toward the station. 
She rode slowly. It was a lovely spring day, but she was preoccupied with her surroundings, prepared to 
bolt at the first sign of danger. The forest made her vulnerable, and it occurred to her belatedly that 
selecting a horse over a cab might not have been a good idea. 

But no one appeared, and she arrived safely at the stable. She returned the animal and walked across to 
the station, where she sat down on a bench to await the train to Terminal City. 
There were only a few others on the platform: a couple of families with children, several people dressed 
in ski clothes apparently headed for the mountains, and two persons who appeared to be traveling on 
business. 
The Terminal City train came in from the east along a slow curve riding just above thick woods. It was 
silent at low speeds, and the view was blocked off by the station roof, so there was no advance warning 
that it was coming. It simply appeared on the bend, glided in, and settled into its well. A few passengers 
got off; the people whod been waiting on the platform boarded. Kim, carrying the UDI parcel, joined 
them. 
The train was more than half empty. She found a compartment where she could be alone, closed the glass 
door, and settled into a seat. They moved forward out of the station, gathered speed, slowed again to 
maneuver through a couple of ridges west of Marathon, and then climbed to the treetops and began 
accelerating. 
Rivers and lakes flowed past. There would be no towns before Little Marseille, 150 kilometers away. 
That was not because there were no towns in the region, but because the velocity of the train required that 
it be kept away from inhabited areas. One rarely saw a human being from inside a maglev car traveling at 
full gait. Anyone who appeared tended to be down flat and holding on. 
Kim undid the wrapping on the UDI parcel, opened one end, peeked in, and caught her breath. There was 
a scaled-down starship inside, but it was not the Valiant. She looked again at the label: it was the one she 
had addressed from Eagle Point. 
Her heart began to hammer. She took it out of the package. The vehicle was the 376. 
Woodbridge had a sense of humor. 
She heard movement in the aisle, the compartment door opened, and a blond man in a charcoal jacket 
came in, glanced at her, and sat down opposite. She recognized him as one of the people whod boarded 
with her at Marathon. 
She closed the container. The nearby countryside was a blur; a distant range of hills passed majestically. 
Anything wrong, Dr. Brandywine? the man asked. 
She did not look at him. You know there is, she said. 

He was silent a few moments. Then he showed her an ID. She missed his name but saw the words 
NATIONAL BUREAU OF COMPLIANCE circling a shield. I wonder if I can ask you to come with 
me, he said. 
Where? 
Please. He rose and opened the door for her. 
She stepped past him. 
To your right, Doctor, he said. 
She preceded him down the passageway, passed into the next car, and, at his instruction, stopped outside 
a closed compartment. Curtains had been drawn over the windows. The blond man knocked. The door 
opened and he stepped aside. 
Kim looked in and saw Canon Woodbridge. And the Valiant. It was on the seat beside him, a cloth 
thrown over it. But she knew the shape. 
Please come in, Kim, he said, motioning her to sit down. Im sorry were meeting this way. I know 
this has been hard on you. The door closed softly behind her. 
Hello, Canon. She managed a smile. I didnt expect to see you here. 
No. Id think not. He glanced down at the Valiant. Tell me, he said, is this really a starship? 
She tried to look puzzled. It was difficult under his penetrating gaze. Im not sure what you mean. 
Kim. He sounded disappointed. She could trust him to do the right thing, his demeanor told her. 
Everything will be fine. Have no concern. This will go much better if were honest with each other. He 
drew the cloth aside. Is this the ship from Orion? 
That appears to be it, she said, in a tone that conceded defeat. 
Incredible. He touched it gently, as if fearing it might disintegrate. Its so small. 
She folded her arms and sat back, staring across at the seat opposite. 
Im disappointed that you had so valuable an artifact in your possession and failed to inform me. 
Id have preferred to inform no one. 

Yes, he said. Apparently. I thought I could trust you. 
I knew youd take it from me. 
Kim. The train had begun to sway and he put a restrain-ing hand on the artifact. I dont think I 
understand your motives in this matter. I mean, this goes far beyond whats good for you or me. What did 
you plan to do with this? 
Its of considerable value. She dropped her eyes. Guilty as charged, you son of a bitch. I was going to 
keep it. 
He studied her. Hold it for ransom? he asked at last. 
Just keep it. 
You continue to surprise me, Kim. You seem to be making a career of stealing starships. He replaced 
the clodi. Youre really quite a little bandit, arent you? 
It is mine, you know, she said. By right of discovery. 
Oh, we both know better than that. Technically, I would think it belongs to the Tripley heirs. And I can 
assure you well return it to them when were finished examining it. 
There wont be much left by then, I suspect. 
Probably not. He sighed. But its unavoidable. Who knows what sort of technology is embodied in 
this? I understand the younger Tripley had it in his office all these years and never knew what it was. 
Ben? Yes, thats so. 
Hard to believe. Something in the countryside caught his eye, and he turned to look. Kim followed his 
gaze to a distant bridge across a river. Two kids sat on it with fishing poles. The simple pleasures, eh, 
Kim? 
She didnt respond. 
Well, he said, nevertheless, you wont come away empty-handed. By no means. Well be making a 
public announcement shortly, and Ill see that youre suitably recognized. 
Another medal, she said. 

Yes. The Premiers Medal is in order this time, I would think. Thats quite an honor. It would of course 
depend on your cooperation. 
Thanks, she said. 
It carries with it a considerable stipend. And youll be able to name your price for speaking 
engagements. 
Eventually, she said, were going to encounter these creatures. How are you going to deal with that? 
To be honest, Kim, I hope weve seen the last of the celestials. I dont like them, theyre lost out there 
somewhere, and we should have no real trouble staying out of their way. Traffic is extremely rare in the 
Alnitak area. In fact, weve done a study. How many ships do you think have been out there during the 
last century, other than the survey and several visits by Kile Tripley? And your own, of course? 
Ive no idea. 
The answer is zero. Nobody. So we probably dont have a problem unless we invite one. 
Youre simply going to ignore the fact theres another civilization in the region? This whole thing is just 
going to disappear! 
Kim, Im surprised at your change of heart. A few days ago you would have been happy to send the fleet 
after them. 
You know why I changed my mind. 
The Kane statement. 
It tells me we can deal with these creatures, Canon. 
Oh, Im sure we can. After an initial period of instability. Risk. Uncertainty. Who knows what sort of 
effect interaction with a strange culture might bring? We live quite well; there are no problems. The 
status quo is rather nice, dont you think? Everybody lives a good life. It seems to me weve nothing to 
gain and perhaps everything to lose by pursuing this. 
I dont think thats exactly the spirit that brought us out from Earth. 
Kim, be realistic. Have you given any thought to what contact might mean? Even assuming these 
creatures are not malevolent, although Id have to say that remains open to question, think about the 
potential for mischief. Its quite likely your celestials are far ahead of us technologically. What happens 

when cultures of unequal capabilities encounter each other? What happened to the South Sea Islanders? 
The Aztecs? Or, if you prefer, reverse the coin. If we have superiority, they will be damaged. And that 
principle seems to be operative regardless of the intentions of the superior society. 
We can take precautions against that. 
Can we? I doubt it. 
Canon, this is a chance to get a whole new perspective from an intelligent species. The potential for new 
knowledge is unlimited. But even thats not the point. Theyre like us in some very significant ways. We 
know that now 
We dont really know anything, Kim. Look, Im not saying youre not right. Im saying, we dont know. 
Why take the risk? 
Weve an obligation, she said, at the very least, to say hello. Were the part of the universe that thinks. 
How can we fail to act simply because we want to eliminate risk? Youre talking about the status quo. Is 
that really what were about? 
Thats all a trifle abstract for me. Woodbridge sighed. This would be so much easier if you were a bit 
more practical, Kim. Nevertheless, maybe history, in its very long view, will demonstrate that youre 
right and Im wrong. Or maybe not. For the moment at least, life is quite pleasant in the Nine Worlds, and 
this thing in Orion is a very large unknown. We are therefore going to try to keep it at a safe distance. 
You understand, she said, this breaks our agreement. I no longer feel bound to remain silent. 
He shrugged. This, the microship, changes the equation. Im sure the government will be making an 
announcement within the next few days. 
The train slowed to navigate a long curving defile. 
Youre going to make it public? she asked. Why? 
Oh, theres no way to keep this sort of thing quiet. Once we begin bringing people in to look at it, the 
story will get out quickly. Were not nearly as good at keeping secrets as people like to think. 
So missions will be going out to Alnitak after all 
Theyll be going to Zeta Tauri. Thats where the celestial incident will have occurred. Itll be leaked, and 
well deny it, of course. So everyone will believe it. And the missions should be quite safe there. 

Unless I tell them differently. 
This is what I referred to when I suggested we would want your cooperation. If you persist in going your 
own way, Kim, well simply write you out of the scenario altogether. We have an alternate narrative set 
up. It does not include you, so there is no reason anyone would believe you. He pressed his palms 
together. I dont want you to think Im threatening you. Im simply trying to spell out the realities. 
Please understand that I take no pleasure in any of this, but its essential that we avoid future contact with 
these things. You, of all people, should be able to see the wisdom of that position. 
He rapped on the door. Two women came in, carrying a container. They bundled the Valiant into it and 
asked Wood-bridge whether he needed anything. He did not, and they left, taking the microship with 
them. 
If you can see your way to cooperate, Kim, Ill try to arrange to have you present when we dissect it. 
Her time was up. He rose and opened the door for her. Youre a talented woman, he said. If youre 
interested, I think the conciliar staff would have a place for you. 
Kim went back to her seat, collapsed into it, and stared desultorily out at the passing countryside. 
Gradually the forest changed to marsh. They slowed to negotiate a curve back toward the west and Kim 
saw the skyhook. 
The train leaped ahead again, passed beneath a series of ridges, and raced out across a lake. The shock 
wave struck the water like a ships prow. At the waters edge, a crocodile watched them pass. 
They slowed again, settled to earth, and emerged through a patch of cypress into a wide stretch of 
parkland. A few kids turned away from a ball game to wave. People on benches looked up and then went 
back to reading or talking. 
The train joined the main east-west line at Morgantown Bay and ran the short gauntlet of cliffs, sea, and 
islands into Terminal City. It passed slowly through the downtown area, glided into the terminal building, 
and settled to a stop. The doors opened. 
Kim walked dejectedly out onto the platform. There was no sign of Woodbridge or his people. She picked 
up her bags, held out the one with the wet suit and the metal sensor, and tagged the rest for Sky Harbor. 
To be held till called for. 
No one seemed to be watching her. She checked the timetables, noted that she had fifty-five minutes 
before the next departure for Eagle Point. 
The train shed just left was filling up. A bell sounded, doors closed, and it rose on its magnetics and 
pulled slowly out of the station. It would be heading back east. 

She went to the terminal roof, hailed a cab, and told it to take her to the Beachfront Hotel. It rose into 
clear air, swung onto a southeastern tangent, and moved swiftly across the city. 
At the Beachfront, she took an elevator down to the lobby. A cluster of shops ringed the area. She 
wandered into one, bought a comb, went out to the registration desk and reserved a room. Then she got 
back on the elevator, rode up past her floor, and went instead to the roof. Two cabs were just landing. She 
took one and instructed it to proceed to the train terminal. 
There was still no indication of surveillance. Good. They had what they wanted, she hoped, and would 
not further concern themselves with her. She arrived at her destination, strolled over to an ADP, inserted 
her ID, and got a ticket to Eagle Point. Then she found a bench and watched a holocast talk show. 
Ten minutes later her train arrived. She boarded, sat down, and lazily started browsing through the 
library. The doors closed and they left the station on schedule. The train cruised above the parks and 
residences on Terminal Citys north side. It crossed the VanderMeer Bridge to the mainland, and began to 
accelerate. The trees thinned out and they moved over rolling fields. 
The quiet motion rocked her to sleep. She dreamed of the shroud but somehow knew it was a dream and 
forced herself awake. The car was full of sunlight and skis and the laughter of children. Everybody 
seemed to be on vacation. 
A drink table approached, and Kim helped herself to a frozen pineapple. 
It was late afternoon when they glided into Eagle Point. She got off, walked over to the tourist 
information booth, and consulted the commercial registry. Finding what she wanted, she went up onto the 
skywalk and minutes later entered The Home Shop. She bought some white ribbon, and had it cut into six 
strips, each about twenty centimeters long. 
Next she proceeded to the Rent-All Emporium sporting goods outlet, down at the next arch. There she 
picked out a collapsible boat, a converter and a jetpack, and several tethers designed for mountain 
climbing. They delivered everything to Wing Transport, where she rented a flyer. An hour and a quarter 
after shed arrived, she was flying south over countryside that had grown painfully familiar. She picked 
up the Severin River, and followed it through the canyons and over the dam to Lake Remorse. 
The lake was bright and still in the afternoon sun. No boat moved across its surface. It was almost, she 
thought, as if this area were disconnected from Greenway, and had become part of whatever strange 
world from which the shroud had come. 
She took the metal sensor out of her carrying case and tied it into the flyers search system. That done, 
she skimmed the shoreline once, perhaps to ensure that she was alone, perhaps to be in a position to flee 
if anything rose out of the trees to come after her. She shuddered at the memory and made an effort to put 

it out of her mind. 
At Cabrys Beach, someone had put up a memorial for Sheyel, Ben Tripley, and the three guards. 
She hovered over the place, tempted to go down and pay her respects. But time was short. She promised 
herself she would come back. 
Kim turned north onto the same course shed followed when fleeing the shroud, and retraced her flight 
across the lake. She homed in on the clutch of dead trees, measured angles between them and the town 
and the face of the moun-tain. She had been about sixty meters offshore when she pitched the Valiant into 
the lake. 
Right there! 
She descended to within a few meters of the surface and moved slowly across the face of the water, 
watching the sensor. It lit up a couple of times, but the position wasnt quite right. Too far east. Too far 
out. 
Eventually she got the hit she was looking for. She marked the spot with a float, found a landing place, 
and took the flyer down. When shed come back to Remorse with Matt, shed not felt much, just a kind of 
numbness. But today she was alone again, and the area oppressed her, weighed on her spirits. 
She tried to concentrate on Solly, to imagine him alongside her, telling her not to worry. Nothing here to 
be afraid of. 
She hauled the boat out of the aircraft, pulled the tag, and watched it inflate. A hawk appeared high 
overhead and began circling. She was glad for its company. 
She tied her tethers together, making two lines, one approximately twenty and the other forty meters long, 
and laid them in the boat. She added her strips of ribbon, and picked up two rocks, one white and one 
gray. These she also put in the boat. 
When everything seemed ready she got back into the flyer and changed into her wet suit. She strapped on 
the jets and the converter, then disconnected the sensor and put it in her utility bag. 
She launched the boat with a sense of bravura and rode out to the marker. Depth registered at twelve 
meters. Deeper than shed hoped. But by no means out of reach. She initiated the sensor search. That 
way, closer to shore. 
Kim moved to the indicated spot, tied the shorter line around the gray rock and dropped it over the side to 
serve as her anchor. 

It would have been easier to work with a partner in the boat, as she had with Solly above the dam. Now 
she had to forego the advantage of an observer with a tracking screen. 
She attached the sensor to her lamp, strapped the lamp to her wrist, and slipped over the side. 
The lake was cool and clear, but dark in its depths. She arrowed down until she touched bottom. Then she 
turned slowly 360 degrees, watching the sensor, waiting for the blinker to brighten. When it didnt, she 
tried moving out, swimming in a circle, and immediately got her directions confused. The easy way was 
not going to work. 
She went back up to the boat and thought about it. A flyer passed, moving south. She watched it until it 
was gone. 
It was getting late. The afternoon was beginning to change color. 
She paid out her second line and tied the ribbon to it in five-meter increments. When she was finished she 
looped it over one shoulder, put the white rock in her utility bag, went back over the side, and descended 
to the anchor. 
She connected the line with the ribbons to the anchor line, measured out five meters and marked the 
outermost limit with the white rock. 
Something hard-shelled, a turtle probably, bumped into her and scurried away. A good sign. 
Holding on to the first ribbon to prevent moving beyond the perimeter, she searched the area immediately 
around the anchor, out to five meters. When she got back to the white rock, she switched her attention to 
the area outside the perimeter, and completed a second circle. Then she moved the rock to ten meters and 
repeated the process. 
She found the Valiant on the next circuit, lying upside down in a tangle of vegetation. She removed it 
gently, clasped it to her breast, congratulated herself, and rose slowly to the surface. 
32 
/ love to sail forbidden seas 
HERMAN MELVILLE, Moby Dick, 1851 C.E. 
Matt met her at the boarding tube. She was carrying the Valiant in a Gene Teddy box, which was adorned 
with a picture of the popular childrens character. Is that it? he asked. 

Thats it. She was surprised to see him there. But he looked like a man being led to execution. 
Something wrong? 
No. Why do you ask? 
No reason. It was good of you to come see us off. 
See you off? Im going. 
It had never occurred to her that Matt would put himself at risk. Good, she said. We can use all the 
help we can get. When are we leaving? 
Two more people are on the way up. As soon as they get here, in about an hour 
Sooner the better, she said. I suggest we plan on leaving as soon as theyre in the door. 
He took the box and they started up the tube. Something happen? 
She told him about Woodbridge. He listened with a deepening frown. Do we have cover for this 
mission? she asked. 
Its listed as a return to Taratuba. Nothing unusual. But he knew you were coming to Terminal City. 
I make a lot of trips out here. Nothing unusual about that. And Ive booked a room at the Beachfront 
Hotel. We should have a few hours. It was essential to be away before Wood-bridge found out he had 
nothing more than an ornament and began looking for her. If there was a problem with the Patrol this 
time, she wouldnt have Solly in the pilots room. 
All right, he said. Well try to get going as quickly as we can. But I dont want to leave anybody 
behind. These people dropped everything for this 
They dont know why, do they? 
Theyve only been told they wont be sorry. 
I hope thats true. 
If the Hammersmith had resembled a cheap hotel, the McCollum suggested a run-down office building 
with temporary quarters for people whod got stranded during a blizzard. It was gray, dark, and 
oppressive. Usually, when Kim wanted to suggest how desperately the Institute needed contributions, she 
showed pictures of the Mac. 

The ship itself was a box with rounded edges. The rooms were spartan, intended for dual occupancy, with 
sufficient space to house twenty-four passengers. Its facilities werent all that bad: the rec area was 
decent, it had an updated mission center, a good briefing room, and the pilots thought it was the most 
dependable vehicle in the Institutes modest fleet. That probably wasnt saying a great deal. 
The utility deck was located on the top floor. And an 8.6-meter telescope was mounted on the roof. 
We picked up a robot bouncer/ Matt said. 
A what? 
An automated system we can send outside to get rid of anything that attaches itself to the hull. 
Several of the team members were gathered in the passenger cabin. There was a mathematician, a 
biologist, a linguist, and several others. Matt introduced everyone. Kim knew a few. They shook hands 
and everybody started asking questions. Whats it about? Where are we going? 
Theyd come on faith. Trusted Agostino, God help them. 
She explained that she needed some time in her quarters. There were two more coming, and they should 
be along any moment. When they got here, shed come back and tell them what all the mystery was 
about. 
Then she excused herself and retreated to her room, asking Matt to let her know as soon as everyone was 
on board. Ten minutes later there was a knock at her door. She opened it and found herself looking into 
the smiling features of Ali Kassem, the ships captain. 
Kim, he said. Whats going on? 
Hello, Ali. She made way, and closed the door behind him. Nice to see you again. 
You too. Whats all the secrecy? 
How much do you know? 
Only that were not going to Taratuba. 
Sit down, Ali, she said. Are they giving you hazardous duty pay? 
Should they? 

Yes. 
Youre serious. 
Very. 
All right. So fill me in. 
She encapsulated everything into a three-minute narrative, omitting Woodbridges effort to seize the 
Valiant. When she finished he looked shaken. Are you still willing to go? she asked. 
What do you do if I decide it is not for me? 
Ill be in some difficulty. 
The rest of the team arrived in good order. Other than Kim, Matt, and Ali, there were eight persons on 
board. They gathered in the briefing room, where Matt explained he had wanted to invite others, and in 
fact had invited others. Some had wanted specifics, others said they couldnt come on such short notice. 
Eight, he said, was inadequate to the task, but it would have to do. Then he turned the meeting over to 
Kim. We have only a few minutes before departure, she said. 
So Ill try not to waste anyones time. She stepped up onto a raised section of floor. Weve made 
contact, she said. 
The room went dead silent. Nobody moved. 
With celestials. Its true. It happened. In fact, thereve been two events. 
Now she had them. They blurted out questions but Kim waved them aside. She described the Hunter and 
Hammersmith discoveries, and told them what had really occurred at the Culbertson Tunnel. She told 
them that the Council was determined to maintain secrecy for the time being, and that was why no one 
had been able to explain anything in advance. She showed them the Valiant but would not allow them to 
inspect it. You can do all that later, she said. What you need to know now is that we hope to 
reestablish communication, that we hope to compensate for the mistakes made twenty-seven years ago, 
and that we know almost nothing about what we face. Were pretty sure they are now hostile, and we can 
assume they will not hesitate to destroy the Mc-Collum. Well be out there alone. Consequently you 
might want to reconsider whether you want to come. She turned to Ali. Anyone who wishes to leave 
has an opportunity now to do so. Once we get underway, youre committed. 
How dangerous? asked their anthropologist, Maurie Penn. 
You know as much as I do now. Id say substantially 

Count me in, said the mathematician. A chance to talk to another species? Hell, yes. 
There was no real debate. For one thing, they were out of time. For another, the prize was simply too 
bright. Those who might ordinarily have been reluctant to put their lives in jeopardy for any reason, like 
the AI specialist Gil Chase, were overwhelmed by the possibilities of the situation. They would all stay. 
Certainly, they were saying, what else would you expect? 
The formal meeting broke up. The seats swung back to acceleration positions, and Ali made for the 
pilots room. 
Maurie Penn sat down beside her. This is not the way Id have wanted to do this, he said. A mission 
like this. There should have been some preparation. 
Conditions dont permit it, she said. 
Alls voice alerted them that departure was imminent. The cabin lights dimmed. 
The seats in the briefing room had individual monitors that could be keyed into any of the visual inputs 
from the external imagers. She switched over to a view of Greenway and looked down at Equatoria. The 
northern snows had given way and the entire continent was now green. The Mandan archipelago trailed 
off to the west, over the rim of the world. 
The skyhook, long and arcing as if a heavy wind were blowing against it, dropped down and down into 
the cloud banks where it faded from sight. 
Kim felt a slight push. 
Underway, said Ali. 
Forty-some minutes later, without a word from the Patrol, they slipped into hyperspace and Kim breathed 
more easily. 
The Valiant came under immediate scrutiny. After the initial wave of euphoria, some members concluded 
that Kim had dragged them along on a frivolousand derangedmission. But Flexners reputation held 
the day. Matt was solid, down-to-earth, not one to be swept off his feet. There might therefore be 
something to the story. 
Eventually, after everyone had had a chance to look at the microship, she cautioned them against 
attempting to take it apart, and secured it inside a glass case in one of the unused rooms on the top floor. 
Reluctantly, she activated an alarm system. 

Not a good idea, Matt told her, to signal that you dont trust your people. 
She knew that. She apologized to them but explained that she knew they were scientists and that the 
temptation might be overwhelming. We need it intact, she said. And then she explained the real 
purpose of the mission. Were going to give it back to them. 
Eyes widened and people started to argue. Tesla Duchard, the biologist, looked as if she were going into 
shock. 
But Kim defended her view, and to his credit, Matt supported her. The Hunter mission did a lot of 
damage, he said. If we can rectify that, and establish a constructive relationship, well come away with 
far more than a busted ship. 
There was some grumbling, but in the end they bought it. 
Sandra Leasing, who designed and built star drives, concluded that the Valiant used a transdimensional 
entry system that was in no way different from their own. Probably, she said, there is no other way to 
manage things. 
The real question for me, said Mona Vasquez, a psychologist, is the missing propulsion tubes. How 
does it travel in normal space? 
Only one way / can think of, said Terri Taranaka, a physicist, if youre not throwing something out the 
rear, you have to throw something out the front, something to pull you along. 
And what would that be? asked Maurie. 
A gravity field. You create a gravity field along the intended course, just as we create one in here. And 
you fall forward into it. 
Do we have that kind of capability? asked Tesla. 
We do, said Matt. But we couldnt generate a strong enough field to make it practical. In time, though, 
itd be a good way to go. If only because you wouldnt have to take along a load of reaction mass. 
Kim ran the Hunter logs for the team and enjoyed hearing them gasp when the celestial pilot appeared. 
Cho-cho-san, said Terri. Butterfly. 
They discussed the Hunters reaction to its unexpected find and began considering what might await 
them, and how best to respond. 

She decided also that it would be necessary to tell them about Woodbridges effort to seize the Valiant. 
When they reemerged into realspace in the vicinity of Alnitak, theyd undoubtedly receive an official 
message demanding return of the artifact. And she had to inoculate them against that. Especially, she had 
to win Ali over. 
But she waited for the right time. They passed the midway point of the journey on a Thursday, and 
marked the event by throwing a party. This group turned out to be big on parties, and Kim liked that. The 
atmosphere in the ship remained festive and there was a lot of talk about being at the intersection of 
epochs. That was Gils terminology. Gil was aloof and formal, and quickly earned a reputation for being 
cooler than the AIs he created and serviced. Kim had known him for years, and he seemed to her to be a 
particularly selfish man, dedicated exclusively to advancing his own priorities. But it happened, on this 
occasion, that his priorities were in sync with hers. 
Toward the end of the party, Paul McKeep commented that it was a good thing the Institute had kept the 
existence of the ship quiet. The governments too conservative, he said. Theyd never have allowed us 
away from the dock. Paul was their mathematician. 
Kim threw a sidelong glance at Ali to make sure he was listening. Then she raised her voice slightly: 
Theres something you folks ought to know. 
Something elseT laughed Mona. 
Yes, she said. We didnt quite succeed in keeping a lid on the Valiant. Woodbridge found out about it 
and tried to take it from me. 
Howd you manage to keep it out of his hands? asked Ali. 
I gave him a duplicate. 
That brought a round of laughter. 
But Ali never cracked a smile. You know what that means, he said. 
Yes. Kim looked directly into his dark eyes. When we make the jump, well find a recall waiting for 
us. 
He frowned, turned, and left the room. The others fell silent. Kim looked at Matt, intending to follow 
him, and make sure he would resist pressure from home. 
But Matt shook his head. No, he was saying. This is not the time. 
There was an echo to the voyage. Kim could not repress memories of the flight with Solly. The distances 

tended to collapse, as if she were on a train running through dark but familiar countryside, and the 
landmarks were all abstract, temporal, racing by. Places shed been before. Here we were playing chess 
and Solly kept winning so I got annoyed. And there was where we finally beat Veronica King to the 
solution, in the case of The Haunted Balcony. 
She knew when they arrived at the place where Kims image, as Clea, had performed the torchlight 
dance. 
Stupid. Somewhere she had been incredibly stupid and had let it all slip through her fingers. 
They spent most of their time devising their contact strategy. They intended to begin broadcasting as soon 
as they arrived, to ensure they couldnt be missed. A new kind of Beacon Project, Kim thought. 
They debated endlessly how best to establish a syntax and vocabulary. We dont want to play more 
number games, Gil Chase reminded them. 
They knew the two technologies had a common system for exchanging audio and visual signals. We can 
use pictures in the beginning, Eric Climer said. He was a linguist. But it would have been helpful, he 
complained to Kim, if I had known in advance what this was about. I could have brought the proper 
software. 
They formulated lists of questions to ask once a common language had been devised. How far back can 
you trace your history? To even begin to phrase that question theyd have to work out a joint system for 
measuring time. 
Where are you from? 
No, said Maurie, dont ask that. It sounds too much like intelligence-gathering. 
What do we do, asked Sandra, if they put that kind of question to us? 
Considering whats already happened, said Paul, wed better avoid giving them any information of 
that nature. 
Kim nodded. I agree. She didnt want to be responsible for the arrival of an invasion fleet if they 
encountered a worst-case scenario. 
But if they get the idea we dont trust them, said Matt, how can we expect them to trust us? 
We cant, said Mona. But we dont need a great deal of mutual trust. At least not in the beginning. 
Theyll certainly understand our reluctance to divulge that kind of information. I think our best approach 
to this is to be honest. 

So what other questions, asked Terri, do we want answered? 
Is there anyone else? said Ali. Have they found anybody else out there? 
Your ships seem to have armaments. Why? 
Whats your explanation for order in the universe? For the existence of the universe itself? Why isnt 
there nothing ?  
Have you been able to establish the existence of alternate universes? If so, have you been able to learn 
anything about them? 
Do you believe life has a spiritual dimension? 
How are you going to define spiritual? asked Mona. No one had any idea. 
What do you do with your leisure time? 
Do we really care about that? asked Terri. Why would we want to know whether they play bridge? 
Maurie, whod proposed the question, shook his head in dismay. What people do with their leisure tells 
us a great deal about the nature of a society, what its values really are, for example, as opposed to what its 
members say its values are. 
What if they ask us that question? said Mona. Are we going to admit that ninety-nine percent of our 
population sit around indulging in electronic fantasies? 
Best not do that, said Gil. If these things are hostile, that would only invite attack. 
So we lie, said Matt. 
Sure. Gil looked frustrated. We dont want to create problems down the line. Maybe we should be 
thinking more about what theyre going to ask us than vice-versa. Because they may think the same way 
we do. So what do we say when they ask questions designed, for example, to test our technological 
knowledge? 
I dont think we need to worry too much about that, said Paul. All they have to do is shoot at us and 
see how quickly it takes us to leave town. 
Nobody seriously believed thered be a biological presence at Alnitak, but everyone was convinced the 

Mac would find an automated outpost of some sort, a scanner watching for one of the giant ships to 
reappear. There was no way humans would not have established one, and nobody could imagine an 
intelligent species simply abandoning interest in a place in which two encounters had occurred in recent 
decades. Although it occurred to Kim that Woodbridge would have forced just such an abandonment had 
he been able. What did that say about human governments? 
They agreed, by a vote of seven to three, that any effort by the celestials to attach an object to the hull 
would be deemed hostile, and the contact attempt would be terminated at that point. Ali explained to Kim 
later that he didnt care much about the outcome of that particular vote since the safety of the ship was his 
responsibility, and she should not doubt for a minute that he would not require anybodys authorization to 
clear out if he didnt like any aspect of the behavior of their prospective clients. 
If an object actually arrived despite their best efforts, and secured itself to the Mac, they would send the 
robot out to break it loose. To ensure it didnt circle back, the robot would burn it with a few thousand 
volts before tossing it aside. No hatch would be opened at any time after the operation commenced. The 
robot was dispensable and would be left behind. 
If nothing appeared to either challenge or welcome them, they would broadcast a greeting and wait things 
out. The 
Mac carried enough supplies for a ten-week stay in the region. If there were no developments during that 
time, theyd leave an automated scanner and broadcasting station of their own and return home. 
As could be expected, a few shipboard romances developed. Paul and Terri paired off; Eric created a bit 
of tension by running dalliances with both Mona and Tesla. Matt, who was married, either refused to take 
advantage of Sandra Leasings obvious interest or he did it with sufficient discretion that Kim saw no 
evidence of it. 
Ali remained professionally courteous to everyone, but he maintained a discreet distance from the 
women. During the course of a wandering discussion one night in the rec room, he commented casually 
that emotional attachments between captains and passengers were not conducive to good order. 
Kim was well below everybody elses age, and she knew her companions perceived her as little more 
than a child. It was just as well; she was still too close to Solly to think about any kind of relationship. 
And considering the cramped conditions on board the Mac, everything became public within a few hours 
anyhow. 
During the final days prior to arrival at Alnitak, tension began to build. 
The renowned twenty-fourth-century psychologist Edmund Trimble had argued that extended life spans 
were detrimental to human progress. For one thing, he said, life tended for most people to consist of a 
series of missed opportunities. Consequently, after seventy or eighty years, people became not only 

inflexible, but increasingly cynical. As it had turned out, Trimbles fears were exaggerated but not 
altogether groundless. The average age for the members of the contact team, not counting Kim or Ali 
(who was only 41) was 126. The general conviction, based on all these years of experience, was that 
something would go wrong. What they expected to go wrong was that no one would be waiting at 
Alnitak: that the opportunity had been missed and that all they would have to show in the end would be 
the Valiant, the Hunter logs, and maybe another intruder chasing them around. 
On the last night before arrival, they celebrated Kims thirty-sixth birthday. They broke out a few bottles 
and toasted her. Gil provided a cake, they put up ribbon, and enjoyed a celebration whose level of 
festivity, it seemed to her, far exceeded the significance of the event. 
33 
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in 
the darkness, So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then 
darkness again and a silence. 
LONGFELLOW, Tales of a Wayside Inn, 1863 C.E. 
Kim was sitting with AH in the pilots room when they made the jump back into realspace, into the 
Alnitak region. She heard the oooohs and aaaahs downstairs as everyone got a look at the view. 
The captains manner throughout the flight had been detached, unemotional, under control. The sort of 
perspective youd want in an emergency. She was consequently pleased to see him catch his breath when 
the great illuminated star-clouds appeared in the windows. He turned the lamp down and got up from his 
chair. 
Its why the Hunter stopped here, Ali. 
The hand of the Almighty, he said. Still at work. Kim had grown familiar with the instruments on the 
Ham-mersmith, and shed made it her business to acquaint herself with those of the Mac. Especially with 
the long-range sen-sors, which were set to sound off at the first indication of an object moving contrary to 
orbital requirements. Her eyes went to them now, looking for telltales but finding none. Ali stood for 
several minutes in the crystalline light, and then directed the AI to adjust course for the gas giant. He 
turned toward Kim. Good luck, he said. 
I hope so. 
She summoned the team to the mission center, where they briefly reviewed the plan. Matt asked whether 
thered been an incoming transmission yet. 
Yet. Now that they were here it did seem inevitable. No, she said. We havent heard anything. 

They began broadcasting a visual program. It consisted of a portion of the numerical interchange between 
the Hunter and the Valiant, and the recorded Mona Vasquez, in her most inviting manner: Hello. We are 
happy to have the opportunity to greet you and to say hello. 
Theyd deliberately repeated the hello in an effort to imply its use. It would be, Maurie said in his 
somewhat pretentious manner, an appropriate beginning. 
We hope, Mona continued, to establish a long and fruitful collaboration for both of us. We look 
forward to exchanging ideas and information with you at the earliest opportunity. 
Mona added that she and her friends were a long way from home, and that they had made the voyage 
specifically in the desire to meet the entities who had been seen in the area of Alnitak a long time ago. 
She emphasized the stars name. Its spelling and its picture appeared beside her. 
She got some mocking applause when the broadcast finished. There was a sixty-second delay and it 
started again. 
No one expected an immediate response, but Kim remained hopeful at the beginning. Although after the 
first few hours, when it became apparent that contact would not come quickly, she grumbled inwardly, 
fought off discouragement, and went to lunch. 
The team members drifted idly through the ship, anxiously awaiting whatever might happen. Most 
congregated around windows, and Kim found Mona in one such location holding forth to Terri and 
Maurie. 
What happens here, she was saying, is that you get a better sense of the skys depth. Its not like 
Greenway or Earth, where all you see at night are stars and moons, and it could all be just a shell with 
holes poked in it. Here you look out and you see those clouds and you know they go on forever. It would 
have to have a radically different impact on a developing civilization. 
If there were one, said Maurie. 
Thats right, said Terri. And there isnt. You wouldnt get any local life-forms out here. Too much 
UV. 
It wouldnt have to be orbiting Alnitak, said Mona. It could be parked up there anywhere. Just give it a 
little distance, and it loses the radiation and keeps the view. 
They were seated in a circle. Kim sank into a chair. 
I wonder, Maurie said, what kinds of societies would have developed if Earth had had skies like this? 

Religious fanatics, said Kim. 
Terri chuckled. They got that anyhow. 
Mona shook her head. Im not sure youd get religious zealotry under these kinds of conditions. I think it 
would be easier to see the mechanical aspects of the environment, which arent so obvious at home. 
Kim. Alis voice, from the pilots room. Message for you. 
On my way, she said. 
When she got there, the heading was onscreen: 
TO: GR 717 Karen McCollum 
FROM: SOA SUBJECT: Artifact Personal for Dr. Brandywine 
SOA was the Secretariat for Off-World Affairs. Run the text, Ali. 
You can read it in your quarters if you like, Kim. He looked worried. Is this their reaction to your 
dealings with Woodbridge? 
Probably. She smiled. Its too late for them to do much now. Run it. 
Dr. Brandywine: 
If you have the object with you, be aware that fail-ure to deliver it immediately into official hands will result 
in prosecution. No further warning will be sent. Talbott Edward 
Edward was Woodbridges boss. The man whod given her the Brays Stilwell Award. 
How does he expect us to do thatT asked All. He knows where we are. 
C.Y.A. 
Im not so sure. His dark eyes were hidden in the half light. 
What else? 
I think well be having company. He swung around to face her. Do you really intend to give the 

microship back to its owners? Its original owners? 
Yes. 
How? 
Easy. Once we find them. 
Tell me how. 
Just lean out the door and hand it to them. 
Isnt that dangerous? These are the same creatures who tried to kill you in the Severin Valley. 
I think that was an anomaly. I think the thing that got stranded became deranged. 
I hope theyre not all deranged. 
They have to be rational, Ali. Or they wouldnt be out here. 
She heard a sound deep in his throat. Maybe, he said. But that sounds like an epitaph to me. 
They settled into a routine during the first few days, working on individual projects, watching the sensor 
screens. Maurie and Terri never tired of standing by the windows and looking out at the view. To Kim it 
seemed as if the emptiness looked back. Gradually the assumptions that had held sway throughout the 
flightthat contact was virtually inevitable, that the celestials would be waiting anxiously for the 
appearance of another giant shipcame to seem first unduly optimistic, then doubtful, and finally 
hopelessly naive. They began to speculate that the opportunity had been lost. Fumbled away by the 
clumsiness of the first expedition. Kim even overheard some comments that suggested.she and Solly 
might have done better if theyd thought things out a bit. 
The current situation, the silence that roared at them from the empty sky, was perceived as somehow her 
fault. If she had gone to them in January with what she knew instead of coming out here alone, they might 
have salvaged everything. 
She saw it in their eyes, heard it in their voices. And as the days dragged on, and the gas giant came to fill 
their windows, their attitude toward the Valiant changed. If it had once been a unique artifact, a link with 
another civilization, it now became simply an oddity thrown up by the retreating tides of history, a 
symbol of human incompetence. 
At least, said Paul, we know now were not alone. 

Maybe its just as well if we dont find them, said Maurie. 
The remark brought frowns from everyone. 
Why would you say that? asked Gil. 
How old would you guess their civilization is? 
Matt let his impatience show. Weve no way of knowing, he said. 
They could easily be a million. Six million. Whats a civilization thats been around that long going to 
look like? Do we really want to talk to them? 
Why not? 
Maurie took a deep breath. What could we possibly have to say to them that theyd be interested in? 
Kim was playing chess with Mona when AH buzzed her. Please come up for a minute. 
She left the game and climbed the stairs to the top floor. When she walked into the pilots room, he was 
wearing a strange expression. Were being scanned, he said. 
By whom? 
He shrugged. No idea. 
Where are they? 
Dont know that either. We cant track it back. But somebodys keeping an eye on us. 
You think the fleet has arrived? 
Maybe. But I doubt its any of our people. If it is, theyre pretty good. The scopes dont show anything 
out there. 
The screens were blank. So what are we saying? That weve found what we came for? 
Im only saying that the technology behind the scan is of a very high order. 
Marvelous, she said, clapping him on the back. What can they learn about us? 

Ali propped his jaw in his palm. Which way were headed, of course. What kind of engines we have. 
Maybe theyre able to do an analysis of light leakage. Hard to know what their limits might be. If its 
really celestial. This is where it would have been helpful to have dissected the microship. 
Kim ignored the implication. Is there a chance they can see into the ship? 
I dont think anything we have, or anything anybody could devise, could penetrate this kind of hull. 
Macs hull. Its designed to survive in high-energy environments. We could take her in pretty close to 
Alnitak, if we wanted, without frying the help. So no, they wouldnt very likely be able to do that. But 
theyre probably able to get a sense of our electronic capabilities, of armaments or lack thereof, of engine 
architecture, that sort of thing. 
Thanks, she said. Anything else? 
He shrugged. Listen, dont get so carried away with this that you forget they have a tendency to bite. 
Okay? 
She returned to the mission center, called everybody in, and passed the news. Somebodys watching us. 
The reaction was mixed, a sense of exhilaration combined with a dash of disquiet. Paul recommended 
they begin broadcasting the second-phase package. The others agreed and Kim passed the instruction to 
Ali. A minute later he reported that transmission was underway. 
The second-phase package contained a vocabulary list with pictures and pronunciations of 166 objects 
that the team hoped would be common to the experience of both species. They included words like star. 
planet. 
cloud. 
river. 
ship. 
rain. 
forest. 
lamp. Eric, who claimed to have gone to acting school and in any case had exquisite diction, had 
provided the voice. 
Theyd also included linking verbs with examples of their usage, a few personal pronouns, and the 

interrogatives who, what, where, when, and why. Eric maintained that the explanations of the latter, which 
were elaborated by pictures of sample cases, probably would not be understood, but the terms would be 
so helpful that it seemed worth the effort. 
The package was transmitted realtime rather than compacted, on the theory that celestial technology 
might not be compatible. It was fifty-six minutes long, and would be repeated every hour. 
Ali called down early during the first broadcast with the news that the scan had stopped. Its total duration 
had been roughly seventeen and a half minutes. 
Kim thought it would also be a good idea to accompany the transmission with an image of the Valiant. 
While the package was running, she looked again at the various views which shed loaded into the 
transmitter: the microship seen head-on; the microship from above, bathed in the light of Alnitak; the 
microship in silhouette against a blue planet; a dozen others. Best, she sensed, would be to send a single 
image. 
She chose finally the Valiant in full sunlight, seen from the port side and slightly below. It was majestic, a 
lovely vehicle traveling bright skies. It exuded optimism and power, and she hoped it would strike the 
celestials with the same kind of emotional force she felt when she looked at it. 
That should get a response, said Matt, whod come up unnoticed behind her. It just demonstrates once 
again that you need to have PR people along when you do a first contact. 
Kim grinned at the thought. Flexners Theorem. But it was true. 
She was trying to put herself into the heads of the celestials. They had to be motivated, at least in part, by 
a desire to know what had happened to their ship, which had disappeared so many years ago. Here then 
were those who knew about the missing vessel, prepared apparently to talk about it. How could they resist 
that? 
When Ali told her she was clear to transmit, she invited Matt to punch the button. 
Yes, he said. By all means. And he sent the sunlit Valiant into the void. 
Well hear from them within the next few hours, she predicted. 
They went back to the mission center where the entire team was gathered to await what most earnestly 
believed would be the historic response. You dont want to be in the washroom just now, Tesla told 
Kim. 
Shortly after the first transmission had been completed, Ali informed them theyd been scanned again. 
Only for a few seconds, he said. 

They waited, not talking much, watching the screens for incoming visuals, keeping track of the broadcast 
status of their own package. 
Not long after it had run a second time, Ali reported another scan. 
And more than an hour later, still another. Every sixty-three minutes, looks like, he said. 
The afternoon wore on. Eventually Tesla wandered off to the washroom. 
They had dinner at six. It was quieter than usual and they exhorted one another on the need for patience. 
Ali, who usually ate in the pilots room, dined with them. 
The scans continued through the evening, always separated by sixty-three minutes and seventeen seconds. 
Were probably going to have to wait while whatevers out there communicates with its home base, 
said Matt. If they have nothing better than hypercomm, that could take a while. 
That possibility cheered no one. But Kim thought that the present situation was a distinct improvement 
over the response she and Solly had encountered. 
She gave up at eleven-thirty and went to bed, read for an hour from a collection of political essays, and 
finally dropped off to sleep. She woke again around three, wandered out into the corridor and made for 
the washroom. Downstairs she could hear voices in the mission center, Sandra and Eric, and somebody 
else she couldnt make out. 
Sandra was laughing. 
A few minutes later she was just returning to her compartment when Alis voice crackled over the comm. 
Kim, I hate to wake you 
Go ahead, Ali. Im here. 
We havent had a response. But theres something else you should see. Can you come over for a 
minute? 
She threw on a robe and crossed the hall to the pilots room. 
Ali sat in front of one of the auxiliary screens. As she entered, he turned toward her. The fleets arrived, 
he said. 
She didnt know what shed been expecting. But that brought a stab of disappointment. Our fleet? 

Yes, indeed. A banshee and a pair of escorts. 
Coming this way? 
He nodded. 
How much time do we have? 
Before they get here? About eight hours. 
Thats not so good, said Kim. 
They appeared on the scopes a few minutes ago. 
But they couldnt have been the source of the scans? 
Negative. No way. 
Well, she thought, at least somebodys coming to talk to us. 
34 
Silence is deep as Eternity. 
THOMAS CARLYLE, Sir Walter Scott, 1838 C.E. 
By morning nothing had changed. To tell you the truth, Ali said, being watched by something I cant 
see is uncomfortable. Im glad the banshees here. Makes me feel a lot safer. 
Kirn drank her coffee without replying. By now everyone on board knew that the fleet had arrived. Some 
admitted feeling the way Ali did. But they all knew it spelled the end of the mission. 
The scan warning blinked on, burned steadily for three seconds, and went off. They were always threesecond 
flashes now, still coming on their precise schedule. You think the banshees getting the same 
treatment? she asked. 
Probably. 
I wonder what they make of it. 
Fro sure theyre not happy. Theyre probably keeping everybody close to battle stations. 

Incoming from the fleet, said the AI. 
Ali glanced at Kim. Maybe theyll tell us. Okay, Mac, lets hear it. 
Audio only. Relaying. 
Kim sank back in her cushions. 
McCollum, this is the commanding officer of the RE Dauntless. The voice rumbled with authority. 
Youre directed to leave this area immediately. 
She looked at All. They dont have any authority out here, do they? 
All made a face. Technically, no, he said. 
So tell him to go harass somebody else. Hes interfering with a civilian enterprise. Here, /// tell him 
She reached for a headset but All held up a hand. Im sorry, Kim. I have to cooperate. It would be my 
license. 
But you said 
I said technically they have no authority. But were Greenway registry. They have lawyers. 
Everybodys worried about his job, she grumbled. 
Well, what do you expect? he demanded, frustrated. Weve had almost a week out here. Whats 
happening thats worth making major sacrifices for? He switched on the speaker. Captain, well start 
preparations for departure immediately. 
Not just yet, Captain Kassem, said the Dauntless. Do you have a Dr. Kimberly Brandy wine on 
board? 
Ali looked sidewise at her. 
Go to visual, said Kim. 
The warships commander was tall, blond, with wide-set blue eyes and a neatly trimmed mustache. There 
was no evidence of flexibility in his rock-hard features. This was not a man with whom she would want 
to negotiate. Go ahead, Captain. This is Dr. Brandywine. 

Doctor, Im informed youre in possession of a piece of government property. Is it with you now? 
She looked toward Ali. 
He shook his head. No use lying. Theyd only board and search. It is, she said. 
Very good. Please use care with it. Well be drawing alongside shortly. Ill expect you to have it ready 
for me. 
He signed off. 
It probably doesnt matter anyhow, Ali said. You cant give the Valiant back to the owners if they 
dont even want to say hello. He looked subdued. 
Are we still sending out the vocabulary package? 
Every sixty minutes. 
Everything was coming apart. The Valiant would go into a government laboratory somewhere, search 
efforts for the civilization which produced it would be misdirected, and Kim would not hear about 
butterflies and shrouds again during the course of her lifetime. The world would never learn of the 
sacrifice made by the celestials at Mount Hope. And when we do finally meet, at whatever remote date 
that might be, it will be as potential antagonists. Every hour, she said. That seems stupid, doesnt it? 
Under the circumstances? I mean, were not getting any results. 
We dont seem to be. 
Shut it down, AH. Weve still got some time. Lets try something else. She brought up the Valiant 
package, the Valiant running beneath crescent moons, the Valiant hovering in the sky over the nightside 
of a world illuminated by vast pools of light, the Valiant fleeing before an exploding nova. Kim had done 
her work well, and the ship looked by turns regal and exotic and elegant. The only thing it lacked was a 
clean red-orange flame from a pair of thrusters. Send these, she said. Send them all. 
Ali passed the instructions to the AI. Canceling second-phase package, it said. Proceeding with 
Valiant transmission. 
They watched the console. Lights blinked, and the visuals went out. 
There was a terrace on the second level with an aft view. Nobody was using it, and Kim strolled onto it 
and stood in the starlight looking at the sky. The banshee and its escorts were back there somewhere, less 
than two hours away. 

It was a good try, Kim. The voice startled her. It was Matts, and she read concern in his face. You 
cant blame yourself. 
I dont, she said. 
His tone changed. Grew optimistic. Youve confirmed a major discovery. We know theyre here. And 
we have an artifact. Thats not a bad piece of work. 
We also know, she said, that if we ever are able to talk to celestials, what their first questions going 
to be. 
Well, well just have to explain as best we can. 
Killed the crew and took the ship. Good luck to us, Matt. 
Kim 
Let it go. 
He settled into a chair. Theyre scared, Kim. You really cant blame Woodbridge. Hes just taking your 
advice. 
The great star-clouds glowed in the night. 
Dont put this on me, she said. Im tired of that game. He has as much information as I do. He knows 
what happened at Mount Hope. He knows what the Valiant crew did. 
But he has more responsibility than you do. If youre wrong, well, maybe we lose a ship. A few lives. If 
he gets it wrong, there could be a catastrophe. God knows what it could bring down on our heads. We 
havent really done a study to determine what contact would mean. Despite Beacon, despite all the 
missions, we never really thought through the potential consequences. The chair creaked as he shifted 
his weight. Let it go. In the long run, well be better off. 
You really believe that, Matt? 
From the adjoining corridor she heard the bleep that accompanied the scan marker. The whatever was 
looking at them again. Making sure they hadnt changed course. She wondered what they made of the 
warships. The presence of the fleet, if it provided comfort to Ali and some of her colleagues, was as likely 
as not to scare off anything in the neighborhood. 
You know, she said, if we dont get it right this time, we may not get another chance. 

We do what we can. 
Kim looked out at the stars, at Matt, sitting now with his eyes closed, absorbing pain, doing what hed 
always done, trying to make the best of things. In the long run, well be better off. Hed left the door 
open, and she could see down the passageway, which ultimately led back to the Institute. I 
dont understand, she said, why they havent responded. Id think theyd want to talk about the Valiant, 
if nothing else. 
He shrugged. Whos to say? Maybe they think were looking to grab another one if it shows itself. Or 
maybe just transmitting pictures doesnt convey the message. 
What would? 
I dont know. Whats the message? 
Hello, she said. Were sorry. 
Then maybe they need to be informed we have the Valiant with us. They dont really know that 
Yeah. She thought about it. You might be right, Matt. All weve done so far is send 
A lot of images. Maybe we need to show them the ship. 
She opened a channel to the captain. Ali, whens the next scan due? 
We just had one. 
Its still running at sixty-three minute intervals? 
That is correct. 
How much time have we left before the good captain arrives? 
Hour and a half, give or take. 
Theres still time, she said. 
Time for what? asked Matt and Ali simultaneously. 

To go outside. Ali, can you arrange things so that when the next probe comes, were in the shadow of the 
planet? Well need whatever shelter we can get from the sun. 
Matt didnt like it, but he could not withstand her determination. I go with you, though, he said. 
You ever been outside one of these things? 
Have youT 
At the other end of the corridor, a staircase ascended to an air lock. Kim and Matt took the Valiant from 
its display case. They set it on the floor and Kim wrapped it carefully in plastic. 
Ali, speaking from the pilots room, tried to dissuade her. 
Neither of you has any EVA experience, he argued. Its dangerous. Its pointless. Id prefer you not do it. 
Kim thanked him for his concern. Have to try, she said. Its all we have. They carried the microship 
up the stairs into the air lock, selected a pair of p-suits and dressed. 
Ali came to make sure they had everything right. He lectured her some more, but ended by telling her 
hed do the same thing if he were in her place. Might as well, he said. We arent going to get to come 
out here again. 
Then he retreated onto the landing and Kim began de-pressurizing the lock. 
Its good timing, if nothing else, he told her, speaking now through the suit radio. Next scan is due in 
eight minutes. What do you expect to happen out there anyhow? 
We hope, she said, to shake hands with a celestial. 
The air locks outer door opened. Kim and Matt stepped through. It was like going onto a rooftop at 
night. 
This upper section of hull was flat and rectangular, bordered by a waist-high handrail. They were still 
within the ships artificial gravity field. 
Kim put the Valiant down, walked to the edge of the roof and looked over the side. It was dizzying. She 
felt as if she stood atop an infinitely high building whose foundation was lost in the void. The gas giant, 
with its system of rings and moons, lay off to her left, shielding her from the sun. What happens if I fall 
off? she asked Ali. 

Nothing, he said. You wont fall. But you would float away. So its probably a good idea not to go too 
close to the edge. 
Matt stayed in the center of the roof with the Valiant. 
One minute to the next scan, said Ali. 
Kim walked over and put a hand on Matts shoulder. He looked lost. You want to help? 
Sure. 
Okay. She removed the plastic from the microship. Following her lead, he took hold of one side of the 
vessel, she the other, and they lifted. All the way, she said. They raised it shoulder high and then got it 
over their heads. 
All counted down the seconds. Okay, folks. We have a light. We are being scanned. 
She imagined she could feel the tingle of the probe passing through the three floors of the Mac, passing 
through her, locking on the Valiant. 
This is not going to be productive, said Matt. It feels like a religious ceremony. 
It is a religious ceremony. She juggled it, tried to lift it higher, and almost lost it. 
Careful, said Matt. 
Still scanning, said Ali. Its going long this time. 
Kim, remembering the scan had been running at three seconds duration, began counting. I think we got 
their attention, she said. 
I hope so. 
She got to nineteen. 
Markers out, said Ali. Thats it. 
They lowered the Valiant and laid it back on the roof. 
Kim. Alis voice again. 

Yes? 
It went twenty-six seconds. 
Matt looked around, maybe to see whether lights had materialized among the stars. But the skies showed 
no change. Might as well go back inside, he said. Nothing more we can do out here. 
Kim struggled to sit down beside the Valiant. The suit was exceedingly awkward. Im going to stay out 
for a while, she said. 
Kim 
Im okay. Im just not ready to quit yet. The air-lock door stood open. Light spilled out onto the roof. 
Once we go back in, its over. 
He came and stood close to her. 
She looked out into eternity, past the great ringed globe, past the scattered diamonds of individual stars, 
past the rivers of light. And she thought of Emily, dead at the moment of triumph. 
Alis voice: We have movement. 
Terri Taranaka was watching the screens in the mission center. Kim, she said, were getting 
something! 
Kim struggled to her feet. Not the Dauntless! 
Negative, said Ali, sounding excited. The Dauntless is still in our rear. 
Which way? Where? 
Bearing zero six zero, said Ali. Up about thirty degrees. 
She had to look back to the air lock to reorient herself to the front of the ship. Up here it was hard to tell. 
It just appeared? he continued. I dont know where it came from. 
Even though it lay behind the planet, Alnitaks glare was still harsh. Matt held a gloved hand over his 
visor and peered in the indicated direction. Dont see anything, Kim, he said. 
Neither did she. 

Were getting an anomalous reading, said Ali. Configuration keeps shifting. I dont think its a ship. 
What else could it be? Sandras voice. 
Kims pulse began to pick up. Not shape-changing? she asked. 
Dauntless is on the circuit, Kim. I think theyre getting a little excited over there. 
How far is it? The thing with the shifting configuration? 
About eight kilometers. And closing. I cant understand how it could have gotten so close without our 
picking it up earlier. 
Kim. Erics voice. Were getting a visual. 
Text message, said Paul. And then he let out a shriek. Its from them. 
And Maurie: You sure? Thats English. 
Kim heard applause, but it quickly died away. 
Eric again: I dont know what theyre talking about. 
Uh-oh, said Mona. 
What does it say? demanded Kim. 
It says, Where are they? 
Where are who! asked Matt. 
A chill felt its way up Kims spine. I think, she said, they want to know what happened to the crew of 
the Valiant. 
Kim. Alis voice. That thing out there does look like a cloud. Its coherent. Moving with purpose. 
I hear you. 
I think its another shroud. You better get inside. 

Matt, she said. You go. Close the air lock and do not open it unless I tell you to. 
Not a good idea, said Terri. 
Kim, I want you both inside. And hurry it up. Its only a couple of minutes away. 
Matt went quickly to the air lock and stood in the patch of light, waiting for her. She looked down at the 
Valiant and out off the starboard side, about a third of the way up the sky. And saw nothing. 
Come on, Kim, Matt said. We cant do anything out here except get ourselves killed. 
Kim. It was Maurie. I think youre right. They want to know about the crew. What do we tell them? 
Crunch time. Tell them theyre dead. Were sorry, but they were killed. Accidentally. 
We do not have dead or killed in the vocabulary. Or accident. 
Ali again, his voice a command: Kim, get inside. Were out of time. 
Matt 
Matt shook his head no and pushed the door shut. Then he turned and came back across the roof. 
That was dumb, she said. 
I wont leave you out here alone. 
She was trying to recall the vocabulary. They had lots of words like stone and grass, tree and leaf, water 
and earth, light and dark. They had cloud and sun, starship and engine. They even had colors. How to 
convey death? 
Tell them Their engines are stopped. They have gone dark. 
You sure? 
Yes, Im sure, Maurie. 
Okay. Doing it now. 
We need a way to express regret. Anybody have any ideas? 

Mona said: We wish it had not been. 
We have, said Gil, no word for wish. Or for syntactical complexities. 
Kim had not taken her eyes off the patch of sky from which the shroud was approaching. 
The debate over how to address the celestials descended into a frustrated silence. Defective vocabulary, 
said Terri. 
We did what we could, replied Eric. You have to get the fundamentals down before you can do 
philosophy. 
The sky rippled. Several stars disappeared. 
Its here, Kim said. 
Kim. Ali sounded angry. Why are you still out there? 
Eric. Sandra was speaking. Try The leaves on our trees fall to the ground. 
Yes, said Kim. Thats good. 
We should have brought a writer, said Paul. 
She could see the cloud approaching, could see stars through its veils. 
How about, Our plants become dry? 
Yes. Good. Send it too. Cant have too much regret at a time like this. 
Kim and Matt stood side by side, not moving. The shroud looked very much like the creature from 
Severin, except that this one seemed to be smaller. Same basic model, she told Matt. 
But no eyes this time. 
Nevertheless she knew it could see her. Or was aware of her in some manner that did not involve visuals. 
Our life is now dark, she told Maurie while she resisted an urge to back away. Matt, to her surprise 
and his credit, stayed with her. 
We dont have any way of expressing time, Kim. No word for now. 

Send it without the now, Maurie. Heart pounding, she picked up the Valiant. 
The shroud opened, blossomed, as had the one at the lakefront before engulfing its victims. 
She held out the microship. 
Dont make any sudden moves, said Ali. 
Kim could barely move at all. Her suit felt claustrophobic. 
Were getting a reply, said Tesla. 
And Eric: It says: We are you. 
Makes no sense. 
What are they trying to say? 
Were of one mind, suggested Matt, his voice shaking. Maybe they understand what were trying to 
do. 
You really think so? asked Tesla. 
Kim sincerely hoped so. 
Alis voice: You guys okay out there? 
She felt a tug at the Valiant. She let go, watched it begin to fall, but slowly, still in gravitys grip. The 
mist swirled across its polished hull, embraced it, and the shroud gathered it in. 
Kim, heart pounding, heard applause. 
And then she and Matt were alone on the roof. 
35 
During the first few hours, we struggled at the I am a little red pencil box stage. But gradually we got 
past basic syntax. Furthermore, Eric picked up some of their language, which we were able to reproduce 
on a synthesizer, and we actually started to talk to one another. 

MAURIE PENN, Notebooks, xxv, 611 
Kim had little opportunity to celebrate her victory. Within an hour of watching the Valiant float off into 
the darkness, off the scanners and scopes of the Mac and the fleet vessels, she was arrested by the captain 
of the Dauntless, charged with willful misuse of government property and, against the indignant protests 
of everyone involved, taken on board the banshee to be returned to Greenway. 
That wasnt the problem. At least not the major one. Matt used every argument he could think of to 
persuade the force commander to rescind his order that the McCollum depart immediately. Ali contrived 
to scramble a key navigational system, and thereby gained twelve hours during which the contact team 
worked frantically to establish a constructive relationship with the celestials. 
Kim was treated well enough. Her movements were restricted, but her quarters were a step up from Macs 
accommodations. The crew were polite, if not especially convivial. They had been told, she suspected, 
that she was a major vio-lator, so they maintained a respectful distance. The captain declined to interview 
her or to see her, explaining through an intermediary that he had no wish to be called into court to testify 
as to what she had said or not said about her activities. 
The small task force of which the Dauntless was part did not leave until the Mac was safely on its way 
home. Then it too slipped into hyperspace and started the long flight back to Greenway. 
Kim did little other than read, work out, and sleep. She twice forwarded requests to the captain, 
explaining that the scientific project of the age, perhaps of all time, was now going forward, and asking 
whether the Dauntless could perhaps pop out of hyperspace for an hour to allow her to file a report to her 
superiors. 
Quite redundant, the captain replied politely through his representative. Hed be pleased to comply with 
her request, but he had already forwarded a report. As had the McCollum. He had a copy of the latter 
presented to her. It contained the electrifying news that the celestials had agreed to a future meeting, to be 
conducted during the five-hundredth revolution of the gas giant. Several months away. 
So it happened that during the second week of August, the Dauntless jumped back into realspace and 
Kim arrived at Sky Harbor once again expecting to be arrested. And again she was surprised: She was 
greeted by the Premier himself while a band played, an audience cheered, and the media recorded 
everything for posterity. 
Ive told you, and Ive told you, Matt had said, smiling at dockside, never underestimate the power of 
public relations. It was too big a story, the news too good. There was no way a politician could ignore it. 
If the celestials turned out later to be dangerous, well, with luck that would happen during somebody 
elses watch. 
On the way down in the lift, she watched a special report called Meeting at Alnitak. Agostino was 

prominently featured as the person whod stayed on top of the 
Mount Hope puzzle when everybody else had given up, and whod ultimately put the pieces together. 
Kim was barely mentioned. 
The news had electrified the world. Kim learned later that the Council initially made an effort to keep 
everything quiet, but it simply had not been possible. 
Preparations for the next meeting were already well underway. She received a message from Agostino 
congratulating her on a job well done and promising her that, if she were not incarcerated, she would be 
welcome to go. 
Analysis of the scans shed made of the Valiant indicated that Terri had been right, that the vessel had 
moved through realspace by manipulation of gravity. The method was much more efficient than anything 
available to the Nine Worlds, but unfortunately, without the original vessel, it would be impossible to 
determine how the system worked. There was some irritation about that, especially when the celestials, 
after subsequent meetings, showed a lack of enthusiasm for explaining their technologies. At about this 
time Kims role became more widely known, and she briefly became the target of reconstructive 
journalism. Someone even wrote a book exposing her as a traitor. 
The design of the Valiant also revealed the need for the presence of something like the shroud: those parts 
that would require periodic maintenance or adjustment seemed to be in areas that could not be reached 
without major disassembly. These were accessible through a series of ducts, except that the ducts were far 
too narrow to accommodate even the minuscule crew. The approximate size of the individual crew 
members turned out to be roughly five centimeters, top to bottom, or wingtip to wingtip, however one 
chose to measure. 
Information was still scarce regarding the nature of the shrouds. And in fact there was, early on, 
considerable debate as to which of the two races was in charge. The shrouds are now believed to be 
artificial life-forms, biological AIs, de-signed for a wide range of purposes. The creatures piloted, 
maintained, and, if necessary, defended the starships. 
Kim received invitations to appear on various HV shows, to write her memoirs, and even to run for 
office. Midnight Lace invited her to pose against the memorial at Cabrys Beach. 
The rendezvous mission went well. Kim went along, permanent stations were established by both races at 
Alnitak, and the first so-called face-to-face conversation was attempted. Eric Climer represented 
humanity and became a worldwide celebrity largely because of a picture showing him with a butterfly on 
his shoulder. 
Afterward, when she got home, she received a call from Canon Woodbridge. It was their first 
conversation since hed attempted to seize the Valiant. 

Youve done well, he told her. It was a late evening in early fall, sixteen months after the flight of the 
McCollum. It had rained much of the day and the sky was devoid of stars. 
Its kind of you to say so, Canon. 
He was seated at a table, his piercing eyes illuminated by a small lamp which cast its glow into her living 
room. You took a gamble, for all of us, but it appears you were right. 
You sound sorry it turned out that way. 
No. Im glad were not being threatened. He leaned toward her and laid a finger alongside his jaw. 
Kim, I dont want you to misunderstand what I have to say. Im grateful this Orion species is benign. 
Apparently benign. The fact is we really dont know yet what the long-range effects will be on the way 
we live. Ive always had a great deal of respect for you. So I dont say this lightly, but I want you to know 
that what you did was the most arrogant and irresponsible act Ive seen in my lifetime. 
Eventually, Mike Plymouth showed up. Guardian of the Archives. 
He was waiting for her one wintry afternoon when she came out of the Institute. It had by then been 
almost three years since the break-in. 
Mike, she said. Embarrassed. Flustered. 
He smiled. Hi, Kay. 
My names Kim. 
He nodded. I know. You went to a lot of trouble to get my DNA. 
She detected no rancor in his voice. Im sorry. They stood looking at each other. We needed a sample. 
Howd you find me? 
It wasnt hard. Youre one of the most famous people in the Republic. 
Well, she stumbled, I apologize. I 
I know, he said. No need. Its all right. 
Snowbanks were piled high around them and another storm was on the way. Im glad you came. Id 
have contacted you, but I was embarrassed. 

I understand. He looked hesitant. I was wondering. We still have an outstanding dinner engagement. 
Id be pleased 
She hesitated, started to explain that she had a commitment that evening, wondered why she was begging 
off, and decided what the hell. Of course, Mike, she said. Id love to. 
They went to the Ocean View and ordered a couple of glasses of white wine to dawdle over in the 
candlelight. It was still early, the restaurant was almost empty, and soft music was being piped in. 
They talked about her voyages to Orion and when she tried to change the subject, to ask him how things 
were going at the Archives, he laughed and brushed it aside. Same as always, he said. Nothing 
exciting since the big break-in. 
He asked how shed felt when that first message had come through, Where are they?, and what had run 
through her mind when the shroud approached while she stood atop the McCollum, and what it had been 
like being in the same room with one of the Cho-Choi, as the celestials were now known. Terns name for 
them had stuck. 
In sequence, she said, exhilarated, terrified, and the last event had never happened. Only Eric got to 
share space with one. Theyre so small, and there are so many complications that the physical meetings 
are difficult to bring off. It was intended to be purely symbolic. We and they will probably never spend 
much time hanging out together. 
He asked why their ships were armed. 
Thats a misunderstanding, Kim said. The device that killed Emily isnt a weapon. Its used to project 
a gravity field in front of the vessel. It rearranges space. Or matter and energy, if they happen to get in the 
way. 
There was also a widely held view that the new species wasnt as bright as humans. Their civilization 
was, after all, almost thirty thousand years older than ours, and yet their technology did not seem greatly 
advanced. 
Cyclic development, Kim explained. Dark ages. Up and down. It looks as if we cant rely on 
automatic progress. Weve had a couple of dark ages ourselves. The big one, after Rome, and a smaller 
one, here. The road doesnt always move forward. She looked at him in the candlelight. These periodic 
downturns may not be simply aberrations. And that knowledge alone might be worth the price we paid. 
So what are you going to do now? he asked. 
What indeed? She had offers from facilities throughout the Nine Worlds, positions that would allow her 
to unload the fund-raising job and become a serious astrophysicist. Pick and choose, she said. Do what 

Ive always wanted to do. 
He reached across the table and took her hand. I never forgot you, he said. 
She smiled. I can see that. 
Will you be leaving the area? 
Probably. 
Anything I can do to persuade you to stay? 
She moved closer to him and touched his cheek. We do always seem to be moving in opposite 
directions, dont we, Mike? 
Later, he rode out with her to the island, and she invited him in. It had begun to snow. 
No, he said. Ill pass for now. Id rather have you owing me an invitation. That way I can be sure Ill 
see you again. 
Epilogue 
 January 18,623 
The stone was set in a corner ofCabrys Beach, not particularly noticeable unless one was looking for it. 
The engraving read, simply, IN MEMORY OF and listed five names: Sheyel Tolliver, Benton Tripley, 
Amy Bricker, and two others. The remaining security guards. 
Kim probably owed her life to Amy and her comrades. 
During the more than two decades that had passed since that terrible night on the beach, life had come 
back to Sev-erin. The village had been rebuilt, boats had reappeared on the lake, and a train station had 
been erected. Even the refreshment stand was back, and during the summer a new raft floated just 
offshore. It was off-season now, early December, but the place was nevertheless not as dark as she 
remembered. The village lights filtered through the trees, and the new city hall tower was visible if she 
was willing to stand at the waters edge. 
Overhead, lights moved through the sky. 
Some of them would be carrying dignitaries from throughout the Nine Worlds to greet their first 
nonhuman visitors. Wellmaybe not quite the first. 

Tomorrow, they would arrive in Severin, guests and hosts. Speeches would be made, bands would play, 
and a second memorial would be dedicated: To the crew of the Valiant, who gave their lives for a people 
they never knew. 
The term crew was probably meant to include the shroud, and she didnt care much for that part of the 
idea. But she had no way of knowing what that abandoned creature 
had been through, so she was willing to forget. Nevertheless, she remained conscious of the stone 
behind her. 
The Cho-Choi dont name their vessels, and the designator doesnt translate well, so everyone agreed 
that the name humans had given the microship was appropriate to the occasion. Several vessels of the 
Valiant class had already arrived at Sky Harbor in commemoration of the event. 
Their home world was located three hundred light-years the other side of the Golden Chalice. Human 
ships had visited their worlds last year and had returned with tales of wondrous sights. 
The Cho-Choi, like humans, had thought themselves alone. And also like humans, they seemed delighted 
to find they had company in a universe thought to be windswept and full of echoes. 
Kim looked out across the lake. Homes were going up on the far side too. 
Her taxi had set down almost exactly where shed landed with Solly on that January night just after the 
turn of the century. 
She scanned the tree line. There was where we went into the forest. And Tripleys villa had lain in that 
direction, a few points south of west. It was gone now, had been taken down years ago. 
It all turned out pretty well. She spoke the words almost aloud, as if she were not quite alone. 
Solly would have been amused to discover she was still a fund-raiser. Kim was older now, and had faced 
the reality that she simply didnt have the abstract or mathematical skills required of a first-rate 
astrophysicist. She could have gotten along, but instead shed gone back to the work she discovered she 
enjoyed, that she was good at: talking to people and persuading them to donate to a good cause. It wasnt 
very glamorous, but it did feel significant. She was still contributing, supporting the general effort with 
the one real talent she seemed to have. 
The good cause now was Stellar Survey. Money was pouring in, ships were being built and launched, and 
the human race seemed to be on the move again. Curious ruins had been found in the Triangle, two 
thousand light-years out, on the far side of the sky from Orion. And the new Chang Telescope might have 
sighted evidence of a Type II civilization in Andromeda. 

Last week, the Solomon Hobbs reported evidence of ancient stellar engineering from Lyra Omega. 
There are other mysteries. The Cho-Choi insist that their distant ancestors once had a tunnel into an 
alternate universe. But the engineering techniques have been lost. 
To Kims satisfaction, Emily and her colleagues have their place in history, largely because no lasting 
damage was done by the Hunter. Now they are only remembered as having initiated contact. 
But the species may have learned something. Surveys exploration teams, who are carrying on the search 
for whoever else might be out there, are extensively trained in how to respond to a contact. Similar 
training is now required of anyone seeking to purchase or pilot a deep-space vessel. 
She gazed around the beach. It seemed smaller than she remembered. 
Her link sounded. It was Flexner, whod gone over to Survey with her. Yes, Matt? 
Kim, where are you? He sounded annoyed. 
She sighed. Im on my way. 
Good. We need to know exactly what youre going to say tomorrow so we can set everything up for the 
interpreters. And that has to be done tonight. 
She would be speaking, not in her own right, but as Emilys sister. Ill be there in ten minutes, she said. 
Good. And Kim? 
Yes? 
That means we have to stick to the script, right? 
Right, she said. Absolutely. She took a final look 
around, and climbed into the taxi. Severin, she told it. Lakeside Hotel. 
It lifted off. Cabrys Beach dropped away and she glided among the stars. 

