He had thought long and hard about what to do now that he was part of the Company, and relatively safe, but cut off from his Idiran employers. He could always just go on his own way, but that would let down Xoralundra, whether the old Idiran was alive or dead. It would also be running away from the war, from the Culture and the part he had chosen to play against it. In addition, at first, there was the idea Horza had been toying with anyway, even before he had heard that his next task was to involve going to Schar's World, and that was the idea of returning to an old love.

Her name was Sro Kierachell Zorant. She was what they called a dormant Changer, one who had no training in and no desire to practise Changing, and had accepted the post on Schar's World partly as a relief from the increasingly warlike atmosphere in the Changers" home asteroid of Heibohre. That had been seven years before, when Heibohre was already within what was generally recognised as being Idiran space, and when many Changers were already employed by the Idirans.

Horza was sent to Schar's World partly because he was being punished and partly for his own protection. A group of Changers had plotted to fire up the ancient asteroid's power-plants and take it out of Idiran space, make their home and their species neutral again in the war they could see was becoming inevitable. Horza had discovered the plot and killed two of the conspirators. The court of the Academy of Military Arts on Heibohre — its ruling body in all but name — had compromised between popular feeling on the asteroid, which wanted Horza punished for taking other Changers" lives, and the gratitude it felt towards Horza. The court had a delicate task, considering the not wholehearted support the majority of Changers gave to staying where they were and therefore within the Idiran sphere of influence. By sending Horza to Schar's World with instructions to stay there for several years — but not punishing him otherwise — the court hoped to make all concerned feel their own particular view had carried the day. To the extent that there was no revolt, that the Academy remained the ruling force in the asteroid, and that the services of Changers were in demand as never before since the formation of their unique species, the court had succeeded.

In some ways, Horza had been lucky. He was without friends or influence; his parents were dead; his clan was all but defunct save for him. Family ties meant a lot in the Changer society, and with no influential relatives or friends to speak for him Horza had perhaps escaped more lightly than he had a right to expect.

Horza cooled his heels on Schar's World's snows for less than a year before leaving to join the Idirans in their fight against the Culture, both before and after it was officially termed a war. During that time he had started a relationship with one of the four other Changers there: the woman Changer Kierachell, who disagreed with almost everything Horza believed, but had loved him, body and mind, despite it all. When he left, he knew it had hurt her much more than it had hurt him. He had been glad of the companionship and he liked her, but he hadn't felt anything like what humans were supposed to feel when they talked of love, and by the time he left he was starting, just starting, to grow bored. He told himself at the time that that was the way life was, that he would only hurt her more in the end by staying, that it was partly for her sake he was leaving. But the expression in her eyes the last time he'd looked into them had not been something he enjoyed thinking about, for a long time.

He had heard she was still there, and he thought of her and had fond memories; and the more he had risked his life and the more time had elapsed, the more he wanted to see her again; the more a quieter, less dangerous sort of existence appealed to him. He had imagined the scene, imagined the look in her eyes when he came back to her… Maybe she would have forgotten about him, or even be committed to some relationship with the other Changers at the base on Schar's World, but Horza didn't really think so; he thought of such things only as a sort of insurance.

Yalson made things a little difficult, perhaps, but he was trying not to build too much into their friendship and coupling, even though he was fairly sure it was only those two things to her as well.

So he would impersonate Kraiklyn if he could, or at least kill him and just take over, and hope he could get round the comparatively crude identity fidelities built into the CAT's computer, or get somebody else to do so. Then he would take the Clear Air Turbulence to Schar's World, rendezvous with the Idirans if he could, but go in anyway, assuming Mr Adequate — the pet name the Changers on the Schar's World base had for the Dra'Azon being which guarded the planet — would allow him through the Quiet Barrier after the Idirans" botched attempt to fool it with a hollowed-out chuy-hirtsi. He would, if at all possible, give the rest of the Company the chance to back out.

One problem was knowing when to strike at Kraiklyn. Horza was hoping that an opportunity would arise on Vavatch, but it was hard to make definite plans because Kraiklyn didn't seem to have any of his own. He had simply talked of «opportunities» on the Orbital, which were "bound to arise" due to its impending destruction, whenever he had been asked during the journey.

"That lying bastard," Yalson said, one night when they were about halfway to Vavatch from Marjoin. They were lying together in what was now their cabin, in the darkness of the ship night, in about a half-G on the cramped bedspace.

"What?" Horza said. "Don't you think he's going to Vavatch after all?"

"Oh, he's going there all right, but not because there are unknown possibilities for a successful job. He's going for the Damage game."

"What Damage game?" Horza asked, turning to her in the darkness where her naked shoulders lay on his arm. He could feel their soft down against his skin. "You mean a big game? A real one?"

"Yeah. The Ring itself. Last I heard it was only a rumour, but it makes more sense every time I think about it. Vavatch is a certainty, provided they can get a quorum together."

"The Players on the Eve of Destruction." Horza laughed gently. "You think Kraiklyn means to watch or play?"

"He'll try to play, I suppose; if he's as good as he says he is, they might even let him, as long as he can raise the stake. That's supposed to be how he won the CAT — not off anybody in a Ring game, but it must have been pretty heavy company if they were gambling ships. But I guess he'd be prepared to watch if it came to it. I bet that's why we're all going on this little holiday. He might try and come up with some sort of excuse, or fabricate some op, but that's the real reason: Damage. Either he's heard something or he's making an intelligent guess, but it's so fucking obvious…" Her voice died away, and Horza felt her head shake on his arm.

"Isn't one of the Ring regulars-?" he said.

"Ghalssel." Now Horza could feel the light, short-haired head nod against the skin of his arm. "Yeah, he'll be there, if he possibly can be. He'd burn out the motors on the Leading Edge to get to a major Damage game, and the way things have been hotting up in this neck of the woods recently, presenting all those wonderful easy-in, easy-out opportunities, I can't imagine him being far away." Yalson's voice sounded bitter. "Myself, I think Ghalssel's the subject of Kraiklyn's wet dreams. Thinks the guy's a fucking hero. Shit."

"Yalson," Horza said into the woman's ear, her hair tickling his nose, "one: how does Kraiklyn have wet dreams if he doesn't sleep? And two: what if he has these cabins bugged?"

Her head turned towards him quickly. "So fucking what? I'm not afraid of him. He knows I'm one of the most reliable people he's got; I shoot straight and I don't fill my pants when it starts getting hot. I also think Kraiklyn's the best excuse for a leader we've got on the ship or are likely to get, and he knows that. Don't you worry about me. Anyway…" He felt her shoulders and head move again, and knew she was looking at him. "You'd settle it up if I got shot in the back, wouldn't you?"