"Hmm," said Nau, considering. So they couldn't just deFocus the Peddler and have the outside expert Reynolt needed.And I'll be damned if I'llrisk deFocusing the third fellow. Yet there was a very tidy solution, that still made good use of all three men. "Okay, Anne. Here is what I propose. Bring the other physicist online, but on a low duty cycle. Keep Dr. Li in the freezer while the new fellow reviews Li's results. This won't be as good as an unFocused review, but if you do it cleverly the results should be pretty unbiased."
Another shrug. Reynolt had no false modesty, but she also didn't realize how very good she was.
"As for Hunte Wen," Nau continued. "He's done his best for us, and we can't ask for more." Literally so, according to Anne. "I want you to deFocus him."
Ezr Vinh was staring, openmouthed. The other Peddlers looked almost as shocked. There was a small risk here; Hunte Wen would not be the best proof that Focus could be reversed. On the other hand, he was obviously a hardship case.Show your concern: "We've run Dr. Wen for more than five years straight, and I see he is already middle-aged. Use whatever medical consumables it takes to give him the best health possible."
It was the final agenda item, and the meeting didn't continue for long after that. Nau watched as everyone floated out, jabbering to one another their enthusiasm about Li's discovery and Wen's manumission. Ezr Vinh left last, but he wasn't talking to anyone. The boy had a glassy look about him.Yes, Mr. Vinh. Be good, and maybe someday I'll free the one you careabout.
SIXTEEN
Things got very quiet during the Tween Watch. Most Watches were multiples of an Msec, with overlap so people could brief the new Watch on current problems. The Tween was no secret, but Nau officially treated it as a glitch in the scheduling program, a four-day gap that appeared between Watches every so often. In fact, it was like the missing seventh floor, or that mythical magic day that comes between Oneday and Twoday.
"Say, wouldn't it be great to have Tween Watches back home?" Brughel joked as he led Nau and Kal Omo into the corpsicle stacks. "I did security at Frenk for five years—it sure would have been easier if I could have declared time out every so often, and rearranged the game to suit my needs." His voice sounded loud in the hold, the echoes coming back from several directions. In fact, they were the only ones awake aboard theSuivire. Down on Hammerfest, there was Reynolt and a contingent of waking zipheads. A skeleton crew of Emergents and Peddlers—including Qiwi Lisolet—were working the stabilization jets on the rockpile. But, zipheads aside, only nine people knew the hardest secrets. And here between Watches, they could do all that was necessary to protect the pod.
The interior walls of theSuivire 's coldsleep hold had been knocked out, and dozens of additional coffins installed. All of Watch A slept here, almost seven hundred people. Watch trees B and Misc were on theBrisgoGap, while C and D were aboard theCommon Good. But it was A's Watch that began after this Tween time.
A red light appeared on the wall; the hold's stand-alone data system was ready to talk. Nau put on his huds, and suddenly the caskets were labeled by name and affiliation. Everything looked green.Thank goodness. Nau turned to his podsergeant. Kal Omo's name, status, and vital signs floated in the air beside his face; the data system took its duties very literally. "Anne's medical people will be here in a few thousand seconds, Kal. Don't let them in till Ritser and I are finished."
"Yes, sir." There was a faint smile on the man's face as he turned and coasted out the door. Kal Omo had been through this before; he'd helped create the hoax aboard theFar Treasure. He knew what to expect.
And then he and Ritser Brughel were alone. "Okay, have you found any more bad apples, Ritser?"
Ritser was grinning; he had some surprise planned. They drifted past racks of coffins, the room light shining up from beneath their feet. The coffins had been through hell, yet they still worked reliably—the Qeng Ho ones, anyway. The Peddlers were clever; they broadcast technology throughout Human Space—yet their own goods were better than what they shouted free to the stars.But now we have a fleet library...and people tomake sense of it.
"I've been running my snoops hard, Podmaster. Watch A is pretty clean, though—" He paused and stopped his coast with a hand against the rack. The slender railings flexed along the length of the rack; this really was an ad hoc setup. "—though I don't know why you put up with seditious deadwood like this." He tapped one of the coffins with his podmaster's baton.
The Peddler coffins had wide, curved windows, and an internal light. Even without the display label, Nau would have recognized Pham Trinli. Somehow, the guy looked younger when his face was inanimate.
Ritser must have taken his silence for indecision. "He knew about Diem's plot."
