"Maybe they value us. us. Maybe they've renounced their past sc totally-" Maybe they've renounced their past sc totally-"

"They had nothing to do with the past!"

Martin closed his eyes. "Please, that's enough," he said. He turned to the mom. "We have to resolve some things. We need advice from you."

"Advice about what?"

"What to do," Martin said, simply enough. "I'm snowed. ] can't see anything clearly now. Can you?"

"I ask again, what sort of advice are you seeking?"

"Are all these creatures innocent, or guilty?" Martin asked.

"They say they were created by the Killers. We can't confirm or deny this," the mom answered. Martin's stomach contracted again he had not eaten since speaking with Hans.

"You wonder if the Killers are still here," the mom said, "and whether there is a way to seek them out, and punish only them."

"Right."

"We have no more information than you," the mom said.

Eye on Sky listened quietly, and when the conversation halted interjected, "Snake mother and ships' minds agree. The evidence for presence of Killers is lacking."

"They could have changed themselves...even destroyed their memories, their histories, to escape punishment," Martin said.

"That is possible," the mom agreed.

"Do you think it's probable?"

"I can't answer that."

"But if we make the wrong decision, and kill...them, all of them, or some of them, we're criminal, aren't we? Won't we violate the Law?"

"The Law is simple," the mom said. "Interpretation is not so simple."

"'Destruction of all intelligences responsible for or a.s.sociated with the manufacture of self-replicating and destructive devices,'" Martin quoted.

"That is the Law," the mom said. It floated in the dark cabin, projected data glittering in reflection on its coppery surface.

"'For I the Lord thy G.o.d am a jealous G.o.d, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children,'" Erin quoted.

"'The cord is part of the braid,'" Eye on Sky quoted in turn, "'and suffers the shame of the braid.'"

Martin's frown deepened. "Does the Law demand vengeance on succeeding generations?" he asked.

"I do not interpret the Law," the mom said. "That is your responsibility."

Martin held up his hand to stop Ariel and Erin from saying more. Ariel frowned and drew up her knees, touching them to her crossed arms like a little girl exiled to a corner. Erin tilted her head to one side, lost.

"Why haven't we been attacked?" he asked the mom. "They have the means...They could have destroyed us when we first arrived."

"Your thoughts may be as informed as those of the ships' minds," the mom said. "However, some possible explanations occur to the ships' minds.

"The inhabitants of these planets may be supremely confident they can destroy us, so they toy with us, wishing to learn as much as they can. They may try to capture and control us to learn more about the potential threat. The Killers may no longer be in residence. The beings we have encountered may be waiting for the first signs of our aggression. They may in fact abhor destructive behavior, and take extreme risks to avoid harming our ship. Though this possibility seems remote, the power displayed may be a bluff. There are other hypotheses, but they decline in usefulness."

"They could have weapons they haven't even revealed."

"That seems likely," the mom said.

"They must must be planning something," Martin said. be planning something," Martin said.

The mom did not contradict him.

Hans and Martin spoke in private on the noach. Thirteen hours had pa.s.sed since the end of noach blackout. "I've held a council here," Hans said. "We've gone through most of the information you pa.s.sed along. I thought we'd get you folks in the loop."

"You'll have to talk with Eye on Sky, too," Martin said.

"The Brothers will make their decision separately," Hans said.

"We haven't divided our crews yet," Martin said.

"Have you made up your your mind?" mind?"

Martin hadn't slept, hadn't eaten much. He blinked rapidly, eyes pink with strain, unable to shake a particular image from the thousands he had viewed: harvesters collecting young after hatching in the oceans of Sleep, Leviathan at dusk flaming red through a bank of crustal fissure smoke. Strange and serene and beautiful, just part of the richness, part of the flavor.

"Yes," Martin said.

"And?"

"If the Killers are gone, I don't think the Law applies. And if they're still here, to get to them, we'd have to kill a thousand times more people than lived on Earth. It doesn't make sense. We can't risk it."

"That's part of a very good armor," Hans said, eyes heavy-lidded, fingers working in rhythm on his knee.

"I know," Martin said.

"We've come a long way and lost our own good people."

Martin did not dignify that reminder with a reply.

"And you think we should move on."

"I think we should wait for more evidence. Two ships could orbit Leviathan at safe distance, hidden, the crews in cold sleep-"

"Until our fuel is gone and we become a death ship," Hans said.

"We wouldn't have to wait very long."

"We wouldn't?" Hans asked. "How long is very long, centuries, thousands of years? What kind of evidence would satisfy you?

They'll never show themselves. I can't afford to be so careful. I'm Pan. I'm sworn to enact the Law."

"At what cost?" Martin asked.

"What did Earth pay?" Hans asked in return.

"And the Brothers-?"

"I think they'll decide with you. They've been remarkably weak partners, am I right?"

"When you met the staircase G.o.d, the Brother just crumpled. Kind of sums them up."

"We have to understand their differences."

Hans smiled thinly and rubbed his scalp with straight fingers. "We're here, the evidence is here, the Law is clear. We're making the necessary weapons. Marty, if we don't do it now, it will never get done. If we're wrong, the moms will stop us."

"I don't think they will stop us," Martin said.

"Why in h.e.l.l not? They're upholding the Law, too."

"Hans, they don't judge. don't judge. They give us the tools. They don't make decisions." They give us the tools. They don't make decisions."

"Then we're really no better than the Killers, are we? Just more puffed-up."

Martin avoided that argument. "Can we do it without Shrike Shrike?" he asked. "We'd have half the strength, half the fuel."

"Giacomo thinks we can do a lot of damage with just one ship. The moms seem to agree with him." Hans smiled, but there was little life in it. The lines in his face hardened. "We're starting to worry the moms. If we survive, we'll be awfully big and strong. Maybe they'll just snuff us. But we'll get the Job done."

"We should let the crews debate."

"No," Hans said. "If we back off now, we'll fragment."

"I think-"

"No," Hans interrupted. "The Law is clear. These creatures are descendants of the Killers. h.e.l.l, for all we know, the Killers have imprinted their memories on them, or maybe they're hiding like a tree in a forest. Anything to avoid being found and destroyed."

"I don't believe that. You should have seen what I saw."

"Maybe the Killers are staircase G.o.ds now."

"I...don't know about that."

"Why should we listen to anything they say? Can you answer me that?"

Martin had no answer.

"They put you through a real gauntlet, ground you down. Just what I would have done if I were them."

"We're not them. They may be unfathomable to us."

"Enough," Hans said. "We need you to play a part. We need you to stall for us while we maneuver and prepare our weapons."

"What weapons?" Martin asked. "Noach weapons?"

"It's best we don't give specifics...You might be captured. The longer you keep them guessing, the more time we'll have to get our act together. You aren't going to mutiny on me, are you, Martin?"

There was no humor in Hans' voice, no trace of badgering. Hans believed this was a real possibility.

Am I going along with him against my better judgment, my own wishes?

"No."

"You'll ask for another meeting," Hans said. "It'll take a tenday for me to get everything in place. Plenty of time for you to learn more, salve your conscience."

"I don't think they'll accept another meeting."

"Try them. Give them hope. Play the right cards."

"They'll kill us," Martin said.

Hans acknowledged that possibility with a slow nod.

"I'm not finished with the information they gave you," Hans said. "Maybe they'll inadvertently tell us something important, something we can use against them. And if you're right...maybe I'll find something that convinces me, too. I'll keep it in mind, Martin. I owe you at least that much."

Martin knew Hans was pulling his strings. Hans knew Martin's capabilities and limits, the limits of the Lost Boys and Wendys, even the Brothers, with a clarity that must have been difficult to live with.

"I'll ask for another meeting," Martin said.

Hans smiled, eyes widening. "You never disappoint me, Martin. I love you for that. Let's do it."

Ariel clenched her teeth; Erin floated beside Cham, face deliberately bland, Hakim beside Donna, George behind them.

"We're not in the loop," Martin said. "Not really. But I've told Hans we'll play our part."

"You didn't consult with us," Ariel said.

"No," Martin said.

"You should have," Erin said.

"I presented our views."

"But you told him we'd go along," Erin said.

"What else can we do?" Martin asked.

"Stand down," Ariel said. "Encourage them to choose another Pan."

"Hans may be right," Martin said.