"We risked little Birbop to—"

Smith shrugged angrily. "Yes. You'll find a hard lesson there, daughter. I've spent most of my life trying to live with that one." She was silent again, and something about her seemed very far away. It suddenly occurred to Viki that indeed, even Mother must make mistakes; it wasn't just courtesy that she said so. All their lives, the children had admired the General. She didn't talk about what she did, but they knew enough to guess she was more than the heroine of any dozen adventure novels. Now Viki had a glimpse of what that must really mean. She moved closer to her mother's side.

"Viki, when the crunch finally came, you and Gokna did what was right. All four of you did. There was a terrible price, but if we—you—don't learn from that, then we've really screwed up."Then Gokna died fornothing.

"I'll change; I'll do anything. Tell me."

"The outside changes aren't so big. I'll get you some tutors in military topics, maybe some physical training. But you and the younger children still have so much book learning to do. Your time will be pretty much as before. The big change will be inside your head and in the way we treat you. Beyond the learning, there are enormous, deadly risks that you must understand. Hopefully, they'll never be the minute-to-minute deadliness of this morning—but in the long run the dangers are much greater. I'm sorry, this is a time more risky than any before."

"And with more good possibilites, too." Daddy always said that. What would the General say to that now?

"Yes. That is true. And that is why he and I have done what we have. But it will take more than hope and optimism to achieve what Sherkaner intends, and the years until then will be more and more dangerous. What happened today is just the beginning. It's possible that the deadliest times will come when I'm very old. And your father is a half generation older than I... .

"I said you four did well today. More than that, you were a team. Have you ever thought that our whole family is like a team? We have a special advantage over almost anyone else: We're not all of a single generation, or even two. We're spread from Little Hrunk all the way up to your father. We're loyal to one another. And I think we're very talented."

Viki smiled back at he rmother. "None of us is near as smart as Daddy."

Victory laughed. "Yes, well. Sherkaner is...unique."

Viki continued, analytical: "Actually, except for maybe Jirlib, none of us is even in a class with Daddy's students. On the other hand, me and G-Gokna, we took after you, Mom. We—I can plan with people and with things. I think Rhapsa and Little Hrunk are somewhere in between, once they settle down. And Brent, he's not stupid, but his mind works in funny ways. He doesn't get along with other people, but he's the most naturally suspicious of any of us. He's always watching out for us."

The General smiled. "He'll do. There's five of you left now, Viki. Seven when you count myself and Sherkaner. The team. You're right in your estimates. What you can't know is how you compare to the rest of the world. Let me tell you my coldly professional assessment: You children can be the best. We wanted to postpone starting things a few more years for you, but that has changed. If the times I fear come, I want you five to know what is going on. If necessary, I want you five to be able to act even if everyone else is in a mess."

Victory Junior was more than old enough to understand about service oaths and chains of command. "Everyone? I—" She pointed at the rank tabs on her mother's shoulders.

"Yes, I live by my loyalty to the Crown. I'm saying that there may come times when—in the short term—serving the Crown means doing things outside the visible chain of command." She smiled at her daughter. "Some of the adventure novels are right, Viki. The head of Accord Intelligence does have her own special authority...Oops, I have postponed my other meetings long enough. We will talk again, very soon, all of us."

After the General was gone, Viki wandered around her little bedroom at the top of the hill. She was still in a daze, but no longer felt unrelieved horror. There was also wonder and hope. She and Gokna had always played at espionage. But Mother didn't talk of what she did, and she was so far above the military of everyday that it seemed a foolish dream to try to follow her. Business intelligence, maybe with companies like Hrunkner Unnerby had founded, that seemed more realistic. Now—

Viki played with Gokna's little dollhouse for a moment. She and Gokna would never get to argue about these plans. Mother's team had suffered its first loss. But now it knew it was a team: Jirlib and Brent, Rhapsa, Little Hrunk, Viki, Victory and Sherkaner. They would learn to do their best.And in the end, that will be enough.

THIRTY-THREE

For Ezr Vinh, the years passed quickly, and not just because of his quarter-time Watch cycle. The time since the ambush and the murders was almost a third of his life. These were the years his inner self had promised would be played out with unswerving patience, never giving up the struggle to destroy Tomas Nau and win back what still survived. It was a time he had thought would stretch into endless torment.

Yes. He had played with unswerving patience. And there had been pain...and shame. Yet his fear was most times a distant thing. And though he still didn't know the details, just knowing that he was working for Pham Nuwen gave Ezr the sure feeling that in the end they would triumph. But the biggest surprise was something that popped up again and again for uneasy introspection: In some ways, these years were more more satisfying than any time since early childhood. Why was that?

Podmaster Nau made thrifty use of the remaining medical automation, and he kept critical "functions" such as translators on-Watch much of the time. Trixia was in her forties now. Ezr saw her almost every day he was on-Watch, and the little changes in her face tore at him.

But there were other changes in Trixia, changes that made him think that his presence and the passing years were somehow bringing her back to him.

When he came early to her tiny cell in Hammerfest's Attic, she would still ignore him. But then, once, he arrived one hundred seconds after the usual time. Trixia was sitting facing the door. "You're late," she said. Her tone was the same flat impatience that Anne Reynolt might use. All the Focused were notorious about punctilio. Still. Trixia had noticed his absence.

And he noticed that Trixia was beginning to do some of her own grooming. Her hair was brushed back, almost neatly, when he arrived for their sessions. Now, as often as not, their conversations were not completely one-sided...at least if he was careful about the topics.

This day, Ezr entered her cell on time, but with some smuggled cargo—two delitesse cakelets from Benny's parlor. "For you." He reached out, bringing one cakelet close to her. The fragrance filled the cell. Trixia stared at his hand, briefly, as if contemplating a rude gesture. Then she waved the distraction away. "You were going to bring the Cur-plus-One translation requests."

Sigh.But he left the confection tacked to the workspace near her hand. "Yes, I have them." Ezr settled in his usual spot by the door, facing her. Actually, the list wasn't long today. Focus could work miracles, but without a glue of normal common sense, the different specialist groups wandered off into private navel inspection. Ezr and the other normals read summaries of the Focused work and tried to see where each group of specialists had found something that was of interest beyond the zipheads' fixation. Those were reported upward, to Nau, and back downward, as requests for additional work.

Today, Trixia had no trouble accommodating the requests, though she muttered darkly at some of them, "Waste of time."