Baedeker knew Ol't'ro. Without a doubt, they would send an expedition to explore the ring world. They must never never learn of Hearth's prior involvement there. If Ol't'ro ever suspected, let alone confirmed, what extreme measures the Concordance had taken to preempt possible adversaries, they would obliterate the herd without qualms. Not that Baedeker knew Gw'oth even had consciences. ... learn of Hearth's prior involvement there. If Ol't'ro ever suspected, let alone confirmed, what extreme measures the Concordance had taken to preempt possible adversaries, they would obliterate the herd without qualms. Not that Baedeker knew Gw'oth even had consciences. ...

Baedeker shuddered. "Be thankful you do not know."

The pings began more than a light-year from Hearth. Louis held his breath each time, but every hyperwave exchange ended with the authorization to come a micro-hop closer.

Sigmund would not break neutrality with Hearth, but he had bent it nearly into a pretzel. He provided information, and lots of it: identification codes and crew manifests from refugee ships impounded on the tarmac on New Terra. Instructions that Louis could not execute-but Maura could-to hack Addison Addison's space-traffic-control transponder and upload the new codes. Detailed maps of their destination. A copy of Jeeves as a Puppeteer translator.

"I can-maybe-get you into the Fleet," Sigmund had said. "I can't get you into, or out of, the prison."

"Relax," Louis had answered. "I have that covered." And fervently hoped that was true.

Another drop to normal space. The worlds of the Fleet were naked-eye objects. Another digital exchange. And then- From Addison Addison's main comm console: a clatter of notes. Metallica orchestrating the Goldberg Variations.

" 'This is Hearth traffic control,' " Jeeves translated. "Shall I respond?"

"That's why you're here," Enzio muttered from the copilot's couch.

He and his crew were here for the very large funds transfer Sigmund had made, the confirmation also part of Sigmund's upload. It must have occurred to Enzio that Sigmund might forge the confirmation, because Enzio had not set their final course until he confirmed a deposit directly with his bank. and his crew were here for the very large funds transfer Sigmund had made, the confirmation also part of Sigmund's upload. It must have occurred to Enzio that Sigmund might forge the confirmation, because Enzio had not set their final course until he confirmed a deposit directly with his bank.

For past services, Sigmund had designated the payment. "If you are caught ..." Sigmund had designated the payment. "If you are caught ..."

Louis had had no difficulty completing that sentence: New Terra would deny all knowledge of their actions. It did not matter. He would not not abandon Nessus to the nonexistent mercy of Achilles. abandon Nessus to the nonexistent mercy of Achilles.

Louis tried not to imagine himself himself at Achilles' mercy. at Achilles' mercy.

"Shall I respond, Louis?" Jeeves asked again.

"Proceed," Louis directed. "As we discussed."

Jeeves sang back, then translated. "This is scout training vessel Prudence, Prudence, returning to Nature Preserve One." returning to Nature Preserve One."

Another of Sigmund's contributions: identifying among the refugee fleet a Concordance vessel officially stationed on NP1 and built, like Addison, Addison, in a GP2 hull. in a GP2 hull.

A longer, more manic torrent. " 'Prudence, your transponder identification is confirmed, but you are listed as unaccounted for.' " your transponder identification is confirmed, but you are listed as unaccounted for.' "

Louis suggested, "Say we panicked and ran from the Gw'oth. We're better now."

"Us and how many more?" Enzio laughed and gestured at the display filled with inbound Fleet transponders.

More back and forth. " 'You are cleared for Nature Preserve One,' " Jeeves translated. "I acknowledged."

"Well done, Jeeves," Louis said.

"Thank you, sir."

A final jump and they would be in the thick of the Fleet's automated defenses. Louis took a deep, steadying breath. "One more time, Enzio. With precision."

Enzio dropped Addison Addison from hyperspace eighteen million miles from the Fleet's center of mass. That was scarcely a million miles-and under a second's travel in hyperdrive-outside the singularity. from hyperspace eighteen million miles from the Fleet's center of mass. That was scarcely a million miles-and under a second's travel in hyperdrive-outside the singularity.

"Finagle, Enzio! That wasn't precise," Louis said. "That was insane."

Enzio shrugged.

Another jangling burst of chords.

" 'Welcome back to the Fleet, Prudence, Prudence,' " Jeeves translated. " 'Next time, do not emerge so nearby.' I acknowledged, apologetically."

"We're still in training," Enzio said. "Did you get that, traffic control?"

Addison's inbound course toward NP1 wavered as Enzio feigned veering and overcompensating.

Louis projected a globe. Their destination-thousands of miles from their approved base-was a remote, near-equatorial, comma-shaped land mass near the center of NP1's largest ocean. Penance Island.

The Concordance's maximum-security prison colony and labor camp.

50.

Addison swerved on final approach, diving bow-first into the ocean ninety miles from its designated landing field. Cabin gravity and inertial dampers absorbed most of the shock. "We're trainees," Enzio cackled. swerved on final approach, diving bow-first into the ocean ninety miles from its designated landing field. Cabin gravity and inertial dampers absorbed most of the shock. "We're trainees," Enzio cackled.

"Just go deep and drive," Louis growled. He couldn't help but remember arriving on Aegis, Aegis, beneath the ocean on Wunderland. beneath the ocean on Wunderland. I'm coming, Nessus. I'm coming, Nessus. "I'm going to the main hold." "I'm going to the main hold."

"I'm picking up an emergency-services call," Jeeves said. "Help is being dispatched to the crash site."

"Ten minutes to the island," Enzio said. Something thumped off the hull as he spoke.

Louis found the crew in the hold. All carried stunners and flashlights. Louis jammed a stunner in his pocket. "Is this it?" he asked Maura, pointing.

"That's it," she said.

Louis opened the utility box for a final look. There was not much inside. A fuel cell. A radio transmitter. And the gadget that might make this rescue possible: the fusion suppressor he had taken from Remembrance. Remembrance.

He would know soon enough if he was clever or delusional.

"Two minutes to the island," Enzio announced on the intercom. "Coming up in one."

"Radio off," Louis ordered. "Confirm."

"Confirmed."

Louis had to imagine Addison Addison bursting from the ocean and swooping to the island. He heard a thump and felt the bit of tremor the inertial dampeners had not perfectly offset. They were down! He slapped the release for the main hatch. "Go! Go! Go!" he shouted. bursting from the ocean and swooping to the island. He heard a thump and felt the bit of tremor the inertial dampeners had not perfectly offset. They were down! He slapped the release for the main hatch. "Go! Go! Go!" he shouted.

He rolled through the still-opening hatch, hugging the suppressor to his chest. A heavy rain was falling. The others followed and the hatch cycled shut behind them.

Lights suddenly blazed from the small, walled building complex, and floodlights swept across a cluster of tents. Sirens wailed. Puppeteers caterwauled and shrieked. At any moment, if it had not happened already, armed reinforcements would start stepping through.

Louis triggered the fusion suppressor-and all the lights went out. The sirens stopped. Stepping discs ran off embedded fusion reactors-they would have stopped, too. The shrieking got louder. Behind the wall a few emergency lamps came on, running from batteries or fuel cells.

Above the building complex, briefly, a faint green beam pulsed: Addison Addison's comm laser, its beam scattered by the rain. At this range, the laser would be quite deadly. The threat would keep any sane Puppeteers inside the walled compound.

"To the tents!" Louis ordered. "Reinforcements will be here soon."

Arriving in ships built in General Products hulls, opaque to the radio waves carrying the suppression field. Louis could hope they would have radios on, and that the suppression field would sneak aboard through open comm circuits. He did not count on it.

Flashlight beams wobbled as the New Terrans dashed across muddy fields. Lightning flashed overhead. Thunder roared. Puppeteers erupted from the tents, screaming, scattering in all directions.

Two Puppeteers galloped straight at Louis.

"Don't shoot!" Louis ordered.

A loud thump thump! sirens. From the compound's wall, bright light streaming through the coarse cloth of the tents.

Then darkness and silence.

Hearts pounding in his chest, Nessus peeked between tent flaps. Lightning flashed, and in the fields he saw a ship! Dim beams of light jiggled and jogged. Hurtling from the ship toward the tents.

"Come," Nessus sang to Baedeker. "We are rescued." He kept chanting it, forcing himself to run at at the mysterious intruders. the mysterious intruders.

They galloped together into the fields. Nessus heard a shout, in English: "Don't shoot!"

He knew knew that voice. "Louis Wu!" that voice. "Louis Wu!"

"Nessus!" They met at midfield. "Is this Baedeker? We don't have much time."

"I came only to say good-bye," Baedeker said. He switched to song. "Be strong, Nessus."

What? "You must must come," Nessus sang back. "Achilles will ..." His voices trailed off, his imagination failing him. come," Nessus sang back. "Achilles will ..." His voices trailed off, his imagination failing him.

"I am the legitimate Hindmost, no matter who grasps power. I will not abandon the Concordance. I rose once before from prison to power. I will do it again."

"What's he saying?" Louis asked. "Nessus, we have to go. go."

"A moment." In song, "Achilles' rage will be terrible after this."

"Nessus, my place is here. Now go. go."

"I will not abandon you."

Baedeker stood tall. "As your Hindmost, I order you to leave. Make a new life for yourself, serving the herd as you think wise."

Trembling with emotion, Nessus could only sing, "I obey."

Then he was running across the fields, amid the humans, to the ship.

Louis reached down in his mad dash back to Addison Addison to scoop up the fusion suppressor. He unlatched its access panel as he ran and toggled the power switch. The to scoop up the fusion suppressor. He unlatched its access panel as he ran and toggled the power switch. The ON ON light died. He waved all-clear at the ship's bow. Enzio would be monitoring through his infrared sensors. light died. He waved all-clear at the ship's bow. Enzio would be monitoring through his infrared sensors.

The cargo-hold hatch started to open, and the landing party tumbled inside. Nessus stopped just within the open hatch to wail something mournful. He was filthy, his mane a tangled snarl, and his ribs showed.

"I'm sorry," Louis said. He slapped the CLOSE CLOSE button and then the intercom. "Enzio! Get us out of here!" button and then the intercom. "Enzio! Get us out of here!"

"Launching," Enzio said. "Anyone care to join me on the bridge?"

"On my way." Louis turned to Nessus. "Achilles had a cabin converted for himself. It's on deck three, if you want to clean up. Join me on the bridge whenever you feel ready."

"Thank you, Louis. For everything."

They splashed back into the ocean, went deep, and surfaced thousands of miles away. Another of Sigmund's transponder codes let Addison Addison merge inconspicuously into the Fleet's inter-world traffic. Nessus, cleaned up, had by then joined them on the bridge. merge inconspicuously into the Fleet's inter-world traffic. Nessus, cleaned up, had by then joined them on the bridge.

Between routine radar sweeps Maura disabled the ship's transponder. Before traffic control noticed anything amiss, Addison Addison was far from the shipping lanes. Increasingly frantic radar searches swept past was far from the shipping lanes. Increasingly frantic radar searches swept past Addison, Addison, fooled by the stealth gear Achilles had retrofitted into his erstwhile lifeboat. fooled by the stealth gear Achilles had retrofitted into his erstwhile lifeboat.

After four hours at maximum acceleration, they exited the Fleet's singularity.

"Jumping to hyperspace," Louis announced, "in three. Two. One. Now."

The external displays went blank. The mass pointer lit with five lines for the five worlds of the Fleet. At the instrument's present sensitivity setting, a few nearby stars registered as stubs and New Terra did not appear at all.

"On to New Terra," Louis said. He dismounted the very human-unfriendly pilot's couch. "Nessus, would you care to do the honors?"

Nessus straddled the seat. "I am happy to set our course, Louis. But before we go to New Terra, there is something we need to retrieve."

51.

His hooves clattering on the hard tile floor, Nessus followed Sigmund down the long corridors of an underground lab complex. Sigmund lied that Nessus seemed recovered from his ordeal, and Nessus pretended to believe him. Most doors were shut, access controlled by the handprint sensors beside the jambs. Signs offered room numbers but no other information. Nessus suspected that what Sigmund called the Office of Strategic Analyses did not officially exist, an agency more clandestine than Clandestine Directorate.

That Sigmund disclosed this much (but not the stepping-disc address by which they had arrived) showed a surprising degree of trust. Nessus liked to think he had earned it. Or, perhaps, Sigmund meant to show Nessus the Library would be safe here. The Library whose existence aboard Addison Addison Nessus had yet to mention, and Louis might not have mentioned-and information Enzio and his people had surely offered for sale to Sigmund. Nessus had yet to mention, and Louis might not have mentioned-and information Enzio and his people had surely offered for sale to Sigmund.

A door flew open as a white-coated technician bustled out. Nessus glimpsed several dartlike spaceships in a small hangar.

Sigmund saw Nessus' heads swivel. "One-person ships, hyperdrive-equipped. They're pretty handy."

"I would think so," Nessus said. Such little ships would be hard to detect, even without the stealthing gear they doubtless carried. Useful for spying on the Fleet. With Achilles the Hindmost, more useful than ever.

Turning a corner they came to another closed door. Sigmund palmed the access panel and the lock clicked. Sigmund waved Nessus inside, where the wall displays showed only terrestrial-style forest. "My office."

Nessus saw a Citizen bench, but chose to stand. "Times are bad," he said to Sigmund. "Thank you for meeting with me."