“In an External planet economy, going multiple is just a smart way of avoiding taxes,” Tomansio said dismissively. “Bovey wouldn’t be able to afford this if every one of hims paid income tax.”

The capsule door expanded.

“Can I trust you?” Oscar asked quietly. The other two froze, then looked at him. Beckia’s gaiafield emissions were spitting out resentment. Tomansio was amused more than anything.

“You can trust us,” Tomansio said, pushing a warm sensation of confidence into the gaiafield.

“She founded you. You wouldn’t even exist without her. And you’re all waiting for her return.”

“Common mistake,” Tomansio said. “We all understand her flaws, but we don’t forgive her. We were born out of her determination, but now we have grown far beyond her.”

“Pupil and master relationship, huh?” Oscar queried.

“Exactly. She accomplished a lot in her time, most of which was disastrous. We are about the only good thing that ever emerged from the Cat’s life.” He raised an eyebrow. “Unless she did have children …”

Oscar simply responded with a wry smile.

“Quite,” Tomansio continued. “So her continuing existence, albeit in suspension, is something of an embarrassment to us. It leads to misunderstandings like this one.”

“Far Away rioted when Investigator Myo arrested her,” Oscar countered.

“Far Away did,” Beckia said. “We didn’t. By that time she’d grown to a symbol of Far Away’s independence. Arresting her was seen as a political act of repression against the planetary government by an authoritarian Commonwealth. I’d point out the riots didn’t last long once the details of the Pantar Cathedral atrocity became known.”

“But her principles remain with us,” Tomansio said. “The dedication to strength. Ever since our founding we have never broken our code. We stay loyal to our client, no matter what. Not even the Cat broke that. And we certainly wouldn’t double-cross you. Oscar, you demonstrated the ultimate human strength when you martyred yourself so our species could survive. I told you before, we respect you almost as much as the Cat.”

Oscar looked into Tomansio’s handsome face, so redolent with sincerity, a note backed up by his gaiafield emission. He fervently hoped his own embarrassment at such a proclamation wasn’t evident. “Okay, then.”

“Besides, that wasn’t our Cat, not the founder of the Knights Guardian. If we weren’t committed to you, I would take a great deal of satisfaction in tracking her down and finding out exactly which faction has violated our Cat for its own ends. Didn’t you say they’d cloned more of her?”

“Not anymore,” Oscar said flatly, and walked out of the capsule. Beckia and Tomansio shared a quiet smile and followed him out onto the trim lawn.

Mr. Bovey had come out of the house to meet the capsule, three of hims. Oscar hadn’t met a multiple before, at least not knowingly. He couldn’t ever recall hearing about any on Orakum. The leader of the trio, the one standing in front, had black skin and a face that had even more wrinkles than Oscar’s; several gray strands were frosting his temples. To his left was a tall Oriental male, and the third was a young teenager with a thick mop of blond hair. None of them was releasing anything into the gaiafield. However, their posture alone told Oscar they were going to be extremely stubborn.

Oscar’s immediate response was to regret wearing the Ellezelin forces uniform, which was a huge visual trigger for any Viotia citizen right now. Then a deeper guilt began to manifest. He wasn’t here backed by Ellezelin authority; his sponsor was a whole lot more powerful than that. That was the problem. Marching into someone’s home with the authority and force to demand his cooperation was exactly the kind of fascistic repression that had so animated the young Oscar Monroe’s political instincts, which in turn led to him joining the Socialist Party at college and ultimately being seduced by radical elements. A journey that ended in the tragedy of Aberdan station.

Talk about going full circle. But we have to find her. Overriding necessity, the siren call of tyrants everywhere. Yet I know she cannot be allowed to fall into the hands of the factions. Damn, how does Paula live like this?

“What do you want?” the first Mr. Bovey asked sourly.

Oscar grinned, letting his amusement free in the gaiafield. “Oh, come on. We know you and her had a thing.”

The three Mr. Boveys stared defiantly ahead.

“Look,” Oscar said reasonably, and plucked at his tunic. “This uniform, it’s a load of bollocks. We’re not Living Dream. I’ve never even been to Ellezelin. I work for ANA.”

“Yeah? And I work for the Raiel,” Mr. Bovey replied, all three of hims speaking in concert. “So that makes us both supersecret agents.”

“I saw her at Bodant Park. Me and my team here, we covered for her so she could get free. Ask her. We’re the reason she’s still out there. If she still is.”

There was a flicker of uncertainty in the black Mr. Bovey’s eyes. “I met Araminta a few times, that’s all.”

“It was more than that. Come on, man, she’s in shit so deep, she’ll drown if she doesn’t get some serious outside help. So please, if you know where she is, tell me.”

“I haven’t seen her for days.”

Tomansio grunted in understanding. “She didn’t tell you, did she? You didn’t know she was the Second Dreamer?”

Mr. Bovey’s scowl deepened; none of hims would look at Tomansio.

“Hell, that’s got to suck,” Oscar said. “She was probably trying to protect you.”

“Right,” Mr. Bovey said.

“She was frightened, you know that. This planet was invaded just because she lives here. And she’s all alone. She doesn’t know what she’s doing; really, she hasn’t got a clue. If you know where we can find her, if you have any notion where she might be, then we’re the ones you need to tell. Call ANA if you need my status confirmed. There are others out there who are looking equally hard, and I don’t mean Living Dream. The Second Dreamer is an important political tool right now. Who do you think caused the Bodant Park fight?”

“Bodant Park massacre,” Mr. Bovey said. “You unleashed a massacre on our planet. There were hundreds killed.”

“That was just the warm-up,” Tomansio said. “The agents involved in hunting her down will not give a crap about civilians who get in the way. Memory read will be the least of your worries when the others come here. And they will. Soon.”

“We found you,” Beckia said. “The rest won’t be far behind. Think. Be real. The most powerful organizations in the Greater Commonwealth are looking for her. Your entire planet has been invaded because Living Dream is so utterly desperate. Do you really, really think she can elude all of us?”

“I didn’t know,” the young blond one said through teeth he’d clamped together. “She didn’t tell me. How could she not tell me what she’d become?”

“If she loved you, she would be trying to keep you out of all this,” Oscar said. “It was sweetly naive, and that time is now over. You have to make a choice. Do you want to actively help her? If so, talk to us. If not, run. Each of yous will have to try and make a break for it and pray that you don’t all get caught.”

The three of hims turned to look at one another. Oscar was aware of the figures he could just see in the house standing still. “Give me a moment,” Mr. Bovey said.

Oscar nodded sympathetically. “Sure.” He moved away, talking to his team in a low voice. “What do you think?”

“He doesn’t know anything,” Beckia said. “If he did, he’d be out there helping her. He’s broken up by her cutting loose; he loves her, or thought he did.”

“I’m inclined to agree,” Tomansio said.

“There could be a dozen of hims out there right now helping to shelter her,” Oscar pointed out.

Tomansio pushed out a reluctant sigh. “I find that hard to credit.”