“I think it will work,” Troblum said.

“You mean you haven’t tried it?” Tomansio asked.

Myraian started giggling again, louder this time.

“No. Not yet.”

“And it can get us to the galactic core ahead of the Pilgrimage fleet?” Aaron persisted.

“It should. I envisaged transporting a Saturn-sized planet five hundred light-years as a test. But there are variables. If we make the wormhole diameter smaller-”

“You can increase the reach,” Inigo finished. “So for something the size of a starship …”

“I estimate we can extend the wormhole approximately twenty-five to thirty thousand light-years. If we trigger it today, it will put us ahead of the Pilgrimage fleet.”

Ozzie stood up. “Okay, then. My work is done. Good luck to all of you.”

“You’re not coming?” Inigo asked.

“Hey, dude, I’m an aging irrelevancy with only half a brain, remember. And then there’s-” He frowned expressively, clicking his fingers. “What was it? Oh, yeah: I want to stay alive!”

“Ozzie, you’d be a valuable member of any team working to prevent the expansion phase,” Corrie-Lyn said.

“No, he wouldn’t,” Myraian said. She smiled sweetly at Corrie-Lyn. “Ozzie stays here, where I can cuddle him safe.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Ozzie said triumphantly.

Aaron was beginning to question exactly what Myraian was. He’d assumed she was just some worshipful groupie with a dipsy habit. But now that he’d been here a few days, he was realizing she actually had quite a say in the relationship. No doubt it was a strange relationship, but then, that was Ozzie for you. Even with his reduced memories, Aaron knew Ozzie could be extremely quirky, and those memories were a couple of centuries out of date. “All right, then. Ozzie isn’t essential. Inigo is, and Araminta-two. I have to go. So how many more can your starship hold, Troblum?”

“Hey!” Corrie-Lyn snapped.

“I’m dealing in practicalities,” Aaron explained patiently. “There are minimum requirements for mission success. The Dreamer and Second Dreamer are the absolute priority for this flight.”

“Who the fuck put you in charge?” Tomansio asked.

“Do you have a viable plan for shutting down the Void? I’m sure we’d all like to hear it if you do.”

“By all accounts, you haven’t got much of one yourself. You know more about who you are than what you’re doing.”

“But I do have a plan. And I’m the Mutineer, remember? The one Knight Guardian you can rely on above all the others. Even yourself.”

“You might have been the Mutineer, but I’m damned if I know what you are now. And you certainly don’t.”

They all turned to look at Ozzie, who was laughing boisterously.

“What?” Tomansio asked.

“Seriously? Have you dudes even been listening to yourselves? The Dreamer. The Martyr. The Second Dreamer. The Mutineer. Jesus H, all you need is masks and some spandex capes and we’d have us a regular superhero convention going. At least Troblum’s got himself a costume already. Good one, too, big man, by the way.”

“Are you saying we shouldn’t go?” Tomansio asked.

“By all the rules of probability and statistics you shouldn’t even have made it this far, not any of you, because you are seriously fucking clueless. But you have gotten here, and someone knows what they’re doing loading whatever plan they have into the Mutineer’s brain. So grab this. As far as I can make out, you guys are the last chance we’ve got to stop Ilanthe and the Void itself. I don’t know what Aaron’s boss has got in mind for when you get to Makkathran, but … Tomansio, he’s right; unless you’ve got an idea, then this is the one you bust your balls to make sure it works. Tell the kids how it is, Oscar. You and I have gone face-to-face against odds like this once before. You know when something is real.”

“Yeah,” Oscar said grudgingly. “Ozzie’s right. This is looking like our one shot. Both Dreamers together? If anyone can stop this, it’s going to be them. Somehow.”

Tomansio shrugged. “Okay. I’m just saying we don’t know which side the Mutineer is on.”

“Logically, it’s a faction opposing the Accelerators,” Inigo said. “I’ve been through all this. I actually do trust him.”

“Ha!” Corrie-Lyn said.

“All right, so Troblum, how many of us can your starship hold?” Cheriton asked. “And does it really have wings?”

“Life support will sustain fifteen people, but that’s cramped. And they’re thermal dissipater fins,” Troblum said.

“There’s only ten of us,” Oscar said. “We can all fit in easy, then.”

Ozzie cleared his throat. “You’re still not thinking. How long did it take Justine to reach the fake Far Away?”

“Oh, crap,” Aaron said. “Void time.”

“That’s right, man. So your actual question is, How many medical chambers has Troblum got on board? Because you’re going to need suspension once you make it past the boundary.”

“One,” said Troblum.

“There are five in the Elvin’s Payback,” Oscar said. “They were installed in case we got simultaneous casualties.”

“You always did lack real faith in us.” Tomansio grinned. “We need four more, then. Are any available in this compartment, Ozzie?”

“Not right now,” Ozzie said in a suspiciously neutral voice. “They’re all very busy for the first time in decades. Don’t worry. My replicator can put some together for you.” He raised his voice. “Is that right, me-brain-in-a-jar?”

“Already started,” the house smartcores replied.

“I suppose our replicator can produce them as well,” Oscar said. “That should shrink our departure time.”

Troblum still wouldn’t take his armor suit off. Oscar didn’t quite know what to make of that. Paula’s u-shadow had sent him a largish file on the ex-Accelerator agent, but that just kicked up a whole load of additional questions.

Tomansio had been right to question Aaron, but Oscar was a lot more concerned about the strange big man with enough personality flaws to fill entire psychology texts. And an FTL system big enough to shift entire planets? Gas giant planets? Come on.

Then again, it was all past worrying about. They were committed now. If everything worked and Aaron’s unknown boss got to talk with the Heart, the entire Void/Pilgrimage nightmare could be over within a week.

Yeah, that’s going to happen.

Ozzie was right, though. That was all they had left. So he sat at the kitchen table without complaining or analyzing, eating some of the bagels and salmon Ozzie’s culinary unit had provided for their brunch. It would have been nice to chat with Ozzie, he reflected; not that they’d ever been close, but they certainly had a lot of shared history. It wasn’t to be. Ozzie and Inigo seemed to spend the entire time arguing with each other. And in the short intervals when they had to take a breath, Tomansio was busy interrogating Aaron.

The house smartcores (and that was pretty weird even by Ozzie standards) and Liatris said the new medical chambers would be fabricated within the hour. That just left installing them on the Mellanie’s Redemption. Another blast-from-the-past name Oscar could have done without. But then, when you’re as old as me, I guess everything is connected.

“I hope you never restart mindspace,” Inigo said heatedly. The voice was getting loud; they all had to drop their conversations and listen in. “It’s the end of humanity, sending the mind down a rotten branch of evolution.”

“Psychology is an evolutionary trend?” Ozzie grunted back. “Gimme a break.”

“You’re compelling it upon every sentient. At least the gaiafield had a provision for individuals to withdraw. This doesn’t. Its mental fascism, and the worst of it is you think it’s benevolent, for our own good. Blanket the galaxy with mindspace and you’ll turn us into the kind of society I found in the Last Dream. Don’t you get it? Utopia is boring; ennui is our true enemy. You and the Void both have to be stopped. You were wrong about sharing thoughts just like Edeard in his dark phase. Both of you were seduced by the Heart’s version of perfection, which is nothing more than taming and enslaving the human soul.”