"You don't have to fight, Rosa," he said.

Rosa Sequoia looked at the fifteen companions around her, clasped her trembling hands together, said, "But I've trained. I deserve it as much as any of you. Pan can't take my duty from me."

Pan/panic. The words danced. If she goes on it will spread and we'll all go mad. We're that close.

"I hate you," Rosa told Martin, eyes slitted, lip curling. "I hate everything you stand for."

Ariel took her by the arm. William took her other arm. Together, they led her away.

Theresa stood by his side as Rosa left the room. "Who'll take her tasks?" she asked him.

"Ariel can do them," he said, looking at the empty space where Rosa had stood. "Rosa will be confined to quarters."

"And when we split?"

"She stays on the Hare. Tortoisecan't afford her."

"You'd better talk with Hans, then," Theresa said.

"Why does she hate me?" Martin asked.

"That's silly," Theresa said, taking his hand. "You can't take what she says personally…"

"William was right," he said. "I don't want anybody to hate me. I want everybody to love me… Hell of a thing for a Pan. Hans wouldn't have this problem."

Theresa tugged on his arm, pulling him toward the door. "Forty-five minutes," she reminded him. Martin stared at the War Mother before yielding to her pressure. During this entire episode, the War Mother had done nothing. So little time.

The War Mother preceded Martin and Hans down the second neck as they made final inspections of the points where the Dawn Treaderwould split. The War Mother would go with Tortoise.

Hans and Martin shook hands, clasped each other. "Do it, brother," Hans said. "We'll come back for the mopping up. I envy you, Martin."

"I don't envy myself," Martin said, then blushed. "I wish they'd chosen you Pan."

"I voted for you," Hans said, smiling, not very sincere. "I'm just a born slacker. You'll get the Job done."

William waited behind Martin. The children mingled to say their fare wells, hugging, kissing, patting shoulders, even singing one round of the wordless hum.

Rosa was not present.

In a few minutes, in the narrow space around the weapons store, all the children divided, Hareteam to the right behind Hans, Tortoiseteam to the left behind Martin. William and Theresa hung beside each other as the teams parted again. Martin felt a sudden misgiving, taking both of them with him. This time brought nothing but qualms.

The teams backed farther away, around the curve of the weapons store. Already the children in the rear of each group could not see each other.

They parted.

Throughout its length, the Ship of the Law made a sound like a sigh, as if it laid down some tremendous burden, only to take up another. The children of the Tortoisecrew surrounded Martin in a newly made space beside the weapons store. They waited apprehensively, listening to the ship's noises, some holding on to each other. Despite the drills, they were afraid, and Martin was certainly not least afraid among them. He remembered Theodore's words: " No machine works perfectly. Every machine can fail. Every day we are in danger. " But Theodore had added, " No planet lives forever. Every day on Earth, our lives were in danger…"

No safety anywhere. And the Ship of the Law had never failed them before…

Nor had it broken in two before.

Martin sat above a low couch in the center of the room. All around him, the children floated, squatted, stretched out, looking at each other or at nothing, trying to sleep, playing games with their wand projections, waiting, waiting.

The sigh turned into a strong wind moaning through the halls outside their chamber. Air pressure was being distributed before the walls closed.

Theresa came close to Martin. He held her in front of all, acknowledging this bond. No one seemed to mind; few seemed to notice, not even William, who played a game of matching colors with Andrew Jaguar.

"How are you doing?" he asked Theresa. She shook her head briskly as if shivering away the question.

"Waiting," she said. "You?"

The floor beneath them vibrated. Their cabin rotated as the orientation of this part of the dividing Dawn Treaderchanged. Again the wind outside the walls, roaring like a storm; this was their only safe place, their calm cell within the turbulent body.

"What will it feel like, the super deceleration?" Patrick Angelfish asked, standing beside Martin.

"Like what we feel in the craft, I suppose," Martin said. "Only more. Longer."

"I don't like the way that feels," Patrick said.

Martin looked at him with mock-sternness. Patrick smiled back.

"I know," he said. "I'm a wimp."

"Let's hope you're a strong-stomached wimp," Martin said, examining and reexamining his tone to see if it was right, if it was not too sarcastic where he did not mean it to be, if he was hiding from his words the complex of worries and fears he himself felt; if he was adopting the proper tone of command mixed with reassurance and comradely banter. I am not a natural leader. A natural leader would not even worry about such things…

The children drew closer as the vibrations continued, the sounds of the new ships being made: belling and scraping, humming and faint rasping, heat in the cabin increasing for a few minutes, then cool returning. The air smelled different. Martin sniffed but did not mention it; Ariel came forward, frowning, and said, "Smells funny."

Paola Birdsong and Stephanie Wing Feather agreed.

"Smells like rain," Theresa said.

"'Tut tut, it looks like rain,' "Theresa quoted.

"We need a Pooh," Andrew Jaguar said. "Who should be the ship's Pooh?"

"Who's most popular?" Martin asked, glancing around. "Not me," he said.

Mei-Li groaned. "Pans are never Poohs," she said.

"How about Ariel?" William suggested.

"Bolsh," Ariel said quickly.

"She's very cuddly," Mei-Li agreed.

Ariel looked around the circle, unsure whether to be angry or to shrug this off.

"We think it's a fine idea. You have to be Pooh," Hakim said, smiling serenely.

Ariel made a sound of disgust. "Cut the crap."

"We mean it," Mei-Li said with uncharacteristic force, and Andrew Jaguar added with a tone of implied threat, "You're chosen."

Martin did not know whether to interfere or let the game continue. He did not know if Ariel understood that the teasing was a display of affection. Leveling the road; no bumps.

"All right." Ariel swept her arms out, stalking the children in the circle, starting with Mei-Li, who giggled and backed away. "Come to momma. Come hug the Pooh. " She mugged, menaced and threatened with a grim smile. No one offered themselves to her arms until she came to William, who sighed, cast his eyes to the ceiling, and said, "Take me, I'm yours."

"Oh, oh, Christopher Robin" the children cried out.

Ariel embraced William, and expertly, they waltzed and flew around the cabin, swinging through the children as if they had rehearsed for months. A marvel; Martin had not known William could dance, much less Ariel. In truth, he saw they surprised themselves.

"May I butt in?" Mei-Li asked, tapping Ariel on the shoulder.