"Paul," said, getting to "s human feet. "Paul." had that word down pat. s.n.a.t.c.hed Paul in "s borrowed arms and carried him rapidly out through barriers, along pa.s.sages.

Paul screamed, and stopped screaming, simply clinging to what he feared, a logic that , in Rafe"s mind, understood with curious poignancy.

<> was too late to prevent the theft.

<> simply recreated the Paul-simulacrum of which <> had been robbed and left him asleep in a safer place, far inside <>"s boundaries.

Paul was not a serious loss. Paul had never adjusted and likely never would, but <> was still nettled.

"<> wish you success," <> taunted , for <> had shed the Rafe-mind and felt differently about many things.

There was a division in Trishanamarandu-kepta. It had happened long ago. There was a place where did very much as pleased; and another where <> was the law. This was an agreement they had, one which made diversions, and <> cherished those.

Slowly, as <>"s humor improved, <> found a sense of ironical amus.e.m.e.nt in the theft, for the Paul-ent.i.ty was unstable; and the Rafe-one had been unwaked and was now vastly disturbed. One did not intrude into a simulacrum and leave it intact.

"Do something," mourned.

"<> have," <> said, for <> was still controlling the moves: had, being flawed, acquired two flawed ent.i.ties, one flawed by nature, the other by invasion.

The important two were safe.

<> was awake again. All the way.

And the pa.s.sengers scurried this way and that in panic, examining old alliances and likely advantage.

Only ((())) ranged the pa.s.sages, wailing in ((()))"s madness. Perhaps only ((()))"s lower mind was left; perhaps some memory remained, what side ((())) had taken once. "Aaaaiiiieeeee," ((())) cried. "Help us, help us all! O strangers, rescue us!"

"Paul," Rafe said, who was not-Rafe, and something very strong.

Paul lay still and stared, heaving for breath in the all-enveloping dark while Rafe changed into something huge and slightly blurred. Paul flinched at this transformation and started to twist away, but Rafe"s touch was gentle, very easy, on his shoulder.

"You"re not him," Paul said, and his own voice seemed very distant in his ears, as if he had been drugged. Everything seemed far.

"You"re safe," it told him, which he wanted now desperately to hear. "You"re safe with tne." The strangeness had gotten to the all-enveloping point and battered at his mind; and just when it was at its worst, it promised him safety and protection. He was ready to believe.

"I have you," the blurred shape said. The voice was Rafe"s, but strange and deep, like a motor running. "You"re very safe in my company. You don"t have to worry while I"m here."

He let it hold him like a child. The voice sank to be one vast burr, that filled everything, replaced everything. It touched him, mother-gentle, spoke to him in a language eloquent of protection; and he shut his eyes, trusting finally, because he could only sustain the fear so long in such closeness, in an existence in which he could not tire or sleep: the voice went on and on.

"Let go," it hummed, "listen to me. You"re safe."

"I"m dead," he said. "What"s safe in that?"

"Not dead. Not truly. Not at all. You exist. You can come and go at will. You have long life ahead of you; and a comfortable one, with me. Be still, be quiet, rest. Nothing can reach you in my heart."

"We don"t get hungry," Jillan said. "I could wish we got hungry. I miss" She shook her head and stopped, wisely.

Rafe stared at her bleakly, remembering many things he missed. At length he got up and tried the barrier again. It still held and he came and sat down again, letting his shoulders fall. There was no pretending with Jillan. Finally they had pa.s.sed all embarra.s.sment, all other pretenses; he was naked inside and out with Rafe and stopped minding: now he could be that way with Jillan, at least in most things. "Beats station life," he said, which was an old joke with them, that anything did. Even dying.

"Got ourselves a ship," she said, rising to it valiantly, but the grief never left her eyes. Paul, Paul, Paul, they said, wrath and divided loyalties.

"Got ourselves a big one," he said.

"What we have to do," she said, "we find our way to controls-in our android shapes-and then we take this thing."

"Deal," he said.

But they sat there, with a barrier about them. With Paul missing, and neither of them made guesses about Paul.

He"ll find a way to rescue us, Rafe thought, trying to convince himself. He"s still loose, he"s smart-So"s Rafe-without modesty. But Paul can move through the ship. ...

Maybe it"s taking Paul apart now.

"Idea," said Jillan.

"What?"

"Rafe. They"re keeping Rafe locked up. That means he could do damage."

"They"re keeping us locked up too," he said, and they turned that thought over separately for a moment.

"Huh," she said, his Ma"am; his number One, his crew.

"I"ll make you a present of this ship," he said.

"That"s the Old Man talking," she said, seeming to take heart. "You do that, Rafe. Let"s find something to break, when we get out of here."

"No way," he said. "It"s our ship, remember. We want this thing intact."

The chittering came back, the wailing thing pa.s.sed, as it had pa.s.sed before. He refused to wince, refused even to acknowledge it.

When we get out of here.

Then, in a blink, Paul was lying a dozen feet beyond them.

Jillan moved, scrambled to Paul"s side with a soft, frightened oath.

Rafe moved up and knelt again, cautious of such gifts. "Paul," he said.

Paul opened his eyes to pale slits, shuddered and came suddenly wide-eyed, lurching up on his arm.

"Where are we?" Paul asked. "O G.o.d, where are we? Jillan-?" He sat upright, looked down at his own body, at theirs-panicked, darting glances. "What is this place?"

"The same as it"s ever been," Rafe said.

"What do you mean, the same?" Paul"s voice rode close to breaking. "Where are we? Where"s the ship?"

"He doesn"t remember," Rafe said, at Jillan"s frightened glance his way. "He"s lost it all."

"Lost what?" asked Paul. "What don"t I remember?"

Rafe put out a hand and held it on his shoulder. "This place-you"ve lost a little time, Paul. Just take it easy. We"re all right. Take it easy. We"ll fill you in."

Paul was scared again, mortally scared. So was Jillan; he could read it in that thin-lipped calm.

"It"s all right," JiHan said. "It"s all right, we"ve got you back. We lost you for a while. You scared us, Paul." <> listened for a time. <> had debated with Oself, how much interference was wise, whether to restore Paul to the set at all. And then it occurred to <> that a different waking experience might change the Paul-mind to some advantage.

So <> had restored him to the others, this copy fresh from its death experience.

would know that, of course. There remained the very strong likelihood would attempt a subst.i.tution the moment had a chance.

But <> took the risk. Perhaps Jillan or Rafe-mind had left its influence on <>. <> was not sure. Many ent.i.ties had tried; but their desire to keep that set intact was strong.

There was also, native to Oself and them-curiosity.

<> took up the Rafe-image again and visited the corridor, finding Rafe asleep.

<> squatted there, just watching, running through the feelings Rafe-mind had about himself and his living original. Then: "Wake up," Rafe heard. "Wake up, Rafe."

He opened his eyes, knowing the voice, braced himself back on his hands in a scramble for the wall, for it was close, until he had gotten his thoughts together.

"Which one are you?"

His own face smiled back at him, answering that question. Rafe Two would have been puzzled at the least.

"Stay back," Rafe said.

"You know I can"t touch you."

He let go his breath, still pressed as close against the wall as he could get. "Like h.e.l.l. You promised me the others back. Where are they?"

"Plotting together. They want to take the ship."

"Good for them."

The alien grinned, squatted there with his elbows on naked knees, went sober once again. "It"s not too likely a threat."

"I want to see them."

"Ship"s important to you, isn"t it? I think about this star where I found you; this mind doesn"t care. I think of others. But when I think of ship, it reacts. Like love. Like need. It feels strong as s.e.x-drive. Stronger, maybe. But Lindy"s finished, I"m afraid. It was, you"ll pardon me, not much of a ship to start with."

"Shut up."

"On the other hand," the doppelganger said, "-I love that idea, you know? The other hand. I understand a number of things: you"d want to be dropped as far away from Endeavor as you could get. They"d ask questions there at Endeavor, years of questions. There and at Cyteen. I could drop you, oh, say, Paradise. There"d be questions there, too; but maybe less anxiety. Less chance of your being-confined. Wouldn"t you say?"

He sat and listened to this prattle, roused out of sleep to listen, tucked up against the wall. He ignored most of it, let it drift through his mind and out again, refusing to let it stick. "Stop playing this game. I don"t care where you drop me."

"I want to prepare a canister for you. This takes a little time. I won"t stay long at all at Paradise, not to make a stir."

"What"s your name?" "My name?"

"You"ve got a name of your own the way I presume you"ve got a shape. What is it?"

It seemed to think a moment. "Kepta, if you like."

"Kepta. What are you really up to?"

"Right now," the doppelganger said, "I"m merely clearing decks. I"ll take another impression before I turn you out; this will put me up to date with all you"ve gotten here. I"ve put that off; it is stressful. But that"s the only thing I want of you."

"The others. What will happen to them?"

"I won"t turn them off, if that"s what you mean. That"s the last thing I"d do."

"Meaning what?"

"They"re mine," Kepta said.

"What do you mean, yours? You mean you"re taking them somewhere?"

"They can hardly leave the ship with you-can they? No, there"s nothing really to worry about at all. I could put some of this business off; but on the other hand-I"d like to get you to the lab, just to make sure, well, of having that copy. It"s my only condition." The image got to its feet, held out a hand. "Come on, get up. I"d like you to walk there."

"Meaning there are other choices?"

"There are other ways."

Rafe thought that over, staring up into his own face, hating the mock-regretful look on it. He put his hands on the gossamer-carpeted floor and shoved himself up, straightened and glared at the image eye to eye, but it refused the confrontation, walked off a way and held out its hand, beckoning.

"Come on."

"Why should 1 believe this, when you haven"t come through with the other promise? I want to see the others, hear?"

"Afterward. I promise. Come on, now, Rafe. Let"s not be difficult."

"Let"s," he echoed sourly. "What is my choice?"

"I really don"t want to do that."

"What?"

"I could send something in here to bring you. I"d have it carry you and spare you the long walk; but walking makes it your choice, that"s why I want you to do it. I really think that"s valuable."

"You know, I never noticed it; I don"t like the way I talk."

"Humor?"

Rafe said nothing, but started walking; looked back again, at home, at Lindy"s jumbled fragments, then fell in beside Kepta"s light-dim shape. "I need anything?"

"No. Not really."