“Then I’ll have some kind of idea about what will happen if we bring down the Wall.”

Loaf chuckled. “I can imagine General Citizen and the Sessamoto army trying to make war against the mice of Odinfold.”

“I can also imagine Ramfolders spreading into Vadeshfold and having an infestation of facemasks,” said Olivenko. “Not the fancy versions you and the Riggs have. The original, devastating, bestial ones.”

“That’s an argument right there in favor of never bringing down the Wall around Vadeshfold,” said Param.

“Not that we don’t find the three of you lovely as wild­flowers,” said Umbo.

“I’m a lot prettier than Rigg and Noxon,” said Loaf. “My facemask has had time to grow to fit my original face.”

“That doesn’t always lead toward prettiness,” said Olivenko with a smile that showed he was merely putting Loaf’s own irony into open words.

“So you’re appointed to judge all the wallfolds?” Umbo asked Rigg.

“I’m not judging anything,” said Rigg. “I’m going to go and find out and then we can talk again.”

“And by ‘we’ you mean you and Noxon?” asked Umbo.

“Here we go again,” murmured Param.

“I mean me and you and Loaf and Olivenko and Param, with plenty of advice from the expendables and the ships’ computers,” said Rigg. “Though you don’t have to come to the meeting.”

“And what’s your plan for me?” asked Umbo.

Loaf put out a hand. “Don’t answer him, Rigg. If you have a suggestion, he’ll resent you for trying to boss him around. And if you don’t, he’ll complain that you think he has nothing to contribute.”

Loaf’s words stung, especially because a moment’s self-­examination told Umbo that this was precisely how he would have reacted to anything Rigg might have said.

“I’m the one who has something useful for Umbo to do,” said Loaf. “It’s time for me to go home to Leaky and show her what’s become of me. Give her a chance to decide what to make of my facemask, and whether I’m still the man she married.”

“What do I have to do with that?” asked Umbo. He hated the resentful sound of his own voice.

“If I have you with me, you can swear that it’s really me behind this mask,” said Loaf. “You can show that you accept me as myself, and by being there at all, you’ll prove I didn’t wander off and abandon you and Rigg—because if I come back without you, that’s what she’ll accuse me of.”

“It isn’t just your wife,” said Param. “What will all the other people in your town think of you?”

“They’ll think of me the way they think of burn victims who lived and are now covered with horrible scars,” said Loaf. “They’ll scream and run away for a while, and then, because I’m bigger than they are, I’ll beat the crap out of anybody who thinks they can drive me out of town, and then they’ll get used to me.”

“So you’re going to stay there,” said Param.

“Rigg and Umbo don’t need me,” said Loaf. “If they ever did.”

“We did,” said Rigg and Noxon at once.

“And even if we don’t need you on our particular errand,” said Noxon, “it doesn’t mean we don’t all need each other.”

“Even if nobody knows what they need me for,” said Umbo.

“I told you why I did, plus one more thing,” said Loaf. “I need you to take me back to Leaky just a few days after I left. The old lady’s not getting any younger. And if the reason we never had children was because some part of me malfunctioned, maybe the facemask healed me. If there’s a chance of having children, I don’t want to waste any time.”

“Very practical,” said Olivenko.

“Not to mention romantic,” said Param.

“Romance is for women who aren’t nearing the end of their child-bearing years,” said Loaf. “Leaky pretends she doesn’t care, but it kills her not to have children. I may not be pretty anymore, but she still is, and she can close her eyes.”

Umbo realized that just because he had never thought of Leaky as pretty didn’t mean that Loaf didn’t find her attractive. And, unusually for Umbo, he realized this before he made a jest that Loaf might never forgive.

“What about you, Param?” asked Olivenko.

“What about me? You heard Rigg’s plan. Noxon’s plan.”

“Either it will work or it won’t,” said Olivenko. “When Noxon goes to Earth, you’ll still be here. What then?”

Param shrugged slightly. “I’m open to suggestions.”

“I think you need to gather an army, destroy General Citizen, and depose your mother,” said Olivenko.

“Why?” asked Param. “So I can prove myself incompetent to rule in her place?”

“Maybe you can find a better way. You’ve read the ­histories—of Earth, of all the great eras of Odinfold. The cruelties of the Sessamids and the insanities of the People’s Revolutionary Council aren’t the only choices.”

“Mother made sure I was never trained to run a household, let alone a kingdom. I’m unskilled at every labor.”

“So what? You wouldn’t have wanted to learn her way of governing, would you? Figure out another.”

Param put a hand in front of her face. “I think we’ve all seen how well I handle problems.”

“I think we’ve all grown and changed,” said Olivenko. “And we’re not done yet. You’re going to need a general to lead your troops.”

“And where will she find one?” asked Loaf.

“You,” suggested Umbo.

Loaf shook his head. “Nobody will follow this face into battle. And even if my original face is finally restored, I’m a sergeant at best. A commander of twenty or a hundred, not of ten thousand. And before Umbo makes some joke about my lack of ambition, it isn’t just a difference in scale. Commanding great armies is a matter of planning and logistics. What I know how to do is lead a few men into combat. And drag them home from brothels between the wars.” Loaf then turned to Umbo, as if he were somehow the next logical candidate for the job.

“At least you know what the job is,” said Umbo. “I’m not even sure I could lift a man-sized sword. Or give great stirring speeches.”

“You could learn,” said Olivenko.

“I have no talent for it,” said Umbo. “And no interest in it. I don’t want to lead people.”

“Well, you certainly don’t want to follow anybody,” said Loaf cheerfully.

Umbo shook his head and looked away. That’s why he couldn’t even imagine leading people—those who knew him best had no respect for him.

“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do,” said Olivenko. “I’m going to go somewhere with a library—Odinfold, or maybe the starship in Vadeshfold or Larfold—and I’m going to study military history and theory until a week or so before the end of the world. Then one of you time-shifters is going to come and get me, and if I’m not ready to lead an army, you’ll take me back and I’ll work for another couple of years in a different starship.”

“Why not the same one?” asked Noxon. “Then you could have really interesting conversations with the different versions of yourself.”

“Since I don’t know anything,” said Olivenko, “I have no interest in having discussions with myself. From Loaf I could get the common soldier’s perspective. That would be helpful. But even if I have to pass through the same two years ten times over, there’ll come a time when I might actually be useful to you, Param. If not as a general, then at least as a judge of other possible generals. As a counselor. Whatever scholarship and philosophy can make of me, I’ll become, and then I’ll lay my sword at your feet.”

Umbo felt an irresistible thrill at his words. Olivenko had spoken simply, but Umbo could hear how much fire lay behind his offer, and he saw how Param rose within herself and straightened her back. How Olivenko’s offer made her more queenly.

“I will never be worthy of such service,” said Param.

“Yet there is no other possible candidate but you to displace your mother and General Citizen,” said Olivenko. “If you don’t try, at least, then their tyranny continues. Or Ramfold descends into chaos.”