*We're prisoners,' Hector stated gravely. *The ship has locked us out of its controls and we've been accelerating since we broke out of the Winter Palace. But it isn't Eunice's old ship, and we don't really know where it's taking us.'

*We found your suit,' Jumai said.

Hector nodded. *Geoffrey told me you both came aboard to find me. You were supposed to leave the station and get to safety before the charges blew. You remember the charges?'

She answered his question with one of her own: *What happened to them?'

*I defused them,' Geoffrey said. *But they were the least of our problems, as it turns out. The station was already counting down to its own demolition. It must have been designed this way, all those years ago a made to come apart, so that the ship could break out without damaging itself.'

*Did you say this isn't the Winter Queen?' There was a notch in her brow a a frown, or the crease of a headache, or both.

*It looks the same,' Geoffrey said, *but it's younger, and it was built on the edge of the solar system. It's also . . . doing things. Stuff that ships don't usually do, in my limited experience.'

*Your grandmother was a piece of work, do you know that?'

Geoffrey managed a graveyard smile. *I'm coming round to that conclusion myself.'

*The ship is accelerating too strongly,' Hector said. *That's what the people outside think, anyway. But clearly we're still alive, and the ship looks as if it's been designed to cope with this kind of thing.'

*You think Eunice gave it some tweaks?'

*If she did, it was a hell of a tune-up,' Geoffrey said. *If the ship isn't lying, it's headed for an iceteroid in the Kuiper belt. It's an Akinya asset, a long way out. Ship says we'll be there in fifty-two days, which is nothing.'

*Doesn't sound like nothing to me. That's a what a nearly two months?'

*It should take a lot longer,' Hector told her. *Our best swiftships a the best that anyone can buy, including me a have an upper limit of about two hundred kilometres per second, and most don't get anywhere near that. We'll need to be moving about five times faster.'

*That's impossible,' Geoffrey said.

*One thousand kilometres per second,' Hector said. *Or one-third of one per cent of the speed of light. It may not sound very fast when you put in those terms, and frankly, in the grand scheme, it isn't. But if the ship keeps this up, the three of us will shortly be moving faster than anyone has ever travelled in the entire history of human civilisation.'

*Well,' Jumai said, *this sure as fuck wasn't in my plans when I woke up this morning.'

*I suspect that goes for the three of us,' Hector said.

*You shouldn't have come after us,' Geoffrey said. *You had a chance to get out.'

*So did you,' Hector said. *Why criticise Jumai for doing exactly the same thing you did?'

*I wanted to save the station,' Geoffrey said. *There was never much chance of me getting out in time.'

*Part of you must have still wanted to give it a try. That's basic human survival instinct kicking in, cousin. Yet you came back, and stayed with me until the ship's countdown reached zero.' Hector glanced away, then forced himself to meet Geoffrey's eyes. He held the stare, his chin working while he sought the right words. *After everything that has happened between us, after what you thought Lucas and I had done to Memphis, I did not expect that.'

*I had to know what this ship is for,' Geoffrey said.

*Maybe you did,' Jumai said. *But you couldn't leave him, either.'

Softly, Hector said, *If Lucas and I have wronged you, it is only because we wanted the best for the family. Would we have involved you if that was not the case?'

*You opened something you weren't expecting,' Geoffrey said.

*That is true.'

*Maybe there was a point where we had the option of letting all this stay hidden. But after what we've seen now a the Winter Palace, this ship a I don't think we can go back. Not even if we wanted to.'

*The destruction of the habitat will have been visible to countless public eyes,' Hector said. *The world will soon know what was inside it a if it doesn't already.'

*So you accept that the cat is out of the bag?'

Hector emitted a mirthless half-laugh. *What choice do any of us have now?'

Geoffrey turned to Jumai. *I can't say I'm happy that you chose to come back aboard the ship. But at the same time, I'm glad to have you here. Does that make any sense?'

*Maybe it will when my head clears,' she said.

When Jumai was strong enough to be moved, they had the proxy convey her back up to the command deck while Geoffrey and Hector took the ladders. They had been under way for more than three hours by this point, and the relentless acceleration had already taken them as far from the Moon as its own orbit around the Earth. In one of the viewing ports, it already looked smaller than it did from Africa. More than anything, it was this that touched Geoffrey on a visceral level.

It wasn't numbers any more; it was something he could look at with his own eyes and feel, deep in his guts. He didn't need to take anyone's word that they were going a long way out.

For most of the last hour Jumai had been sitting in the right-most command chair, attempting to find a way to unlock the ship's controls. She had been doing none of the command inputting herself since the seat would not recognise her as being of Akinya blood. But that didn't stop her directing Hector and Geoffrey.

It was to no avail. The control lockout was watertight, and all the usual circumventions proved futile.

*Not saying it can't be broken,' Jumai said, when her last attempt was rebuffed, *but it's going to take someone a lot smarter than me to do it. Plus, they'd need to be on this ship already.'

*Maybe it can't be done,' Hector said. *This has been orchestrated with exceptional thoroughness. Our grandmother was not one for leaving loose ends.'

*Except the ones she meant us to find,' Geoffrey said.

*This ship has been prepared for us,' Hector went on. *It was waiting for an Akinya to enter it, and it has a destination in mind. I do not think it is any accident that those hibernation units were provided.'

*Why six?' Geoffrey asked.

*Eunice was taking no chances. The ship only needed one of us to trigger its countdown, but there was always the possibility that there might be other people aboard when that happened. As it transpired, it's just the three of us. But you've seen the provisions. Even if there were more than six, I think the ship could easily keep a few more people alive for fifty-two days.'

*And the return trip,' Geoffrey said. *Let's not forget about that.'

*Let's hope sending us back was in her plans,' Hector said.

When Mira Gilbert next chinged in, it was with imagery of their own ship, captured by public eyes as it fled Lunar space. Geoffrey could appreciate her concern over the engine now. There'd been nothing that bright since the age of chemical rockets. The difference was that the ship was able to sustain its thrust for hours, not minutes. There was no sign of the drive flame guttering out, and even sceptical witnesses were beginning to speculate that the engine might not be as prone to imminent destruction as they'd first supposed. If anything, some of its initial instabilities were beginning to settle down.

The ship had emerged from the Winter Palace almost unscathed. The aerobrake had acted like a battering ram, shoving most of the debris out of harm's way. The centrifuge arms had decelerated and folded into their stowed positions, tucked along the sides of the hull like grasshopper legs.

*It may not be much consolation,' Gilbert said, *but you're breaking news all over the inner system. You'll be systemwide when light's had time to bounce back from Saturn.'

*How does that help us?' Geoffrey asked.

*It doesn't. I warned you that you were already out of range of local traffic. Things are no better when we factor in faster ships. There are a couple of swiftships on Earth approach that might be able to match your instantaneous speed now, if they diverted immediately, but by the time they reached you they'd be out of fuel. That wouldn't help you at all.'

*No one is to risk anything on our behalf,' Geoffrey said.

*I agree,' Hector put in. *And I speak for Akinya Space in this regard.'

*Once we have confirmation of your destination,' Gilbert said, *we can talk about sending out a rescue party. But you're going to be looking at a long wait before anyone shows up.'

*The ship appears to have everything it needs to keep us alive,' Hector answered. *We'll find out about the iceteroid when we get there. It's a mining facility, so there should be life-support equipment for visiting technicians.' Hector didn't sound sure of that, though. At this point Geoffrey didn't blame him for having doubts.

*We're just going to have to trust the ship,' Geoffrey said. *We'll be entering hibernation soon a there's no point staying awake if our hands are tied. We all have friends and family elsewhere in the system. I think we'd all like time to make statements to them before we go under. We still don't have full aug reach, and we may never get it. We'll need your assistance to relay our messages.'

*I'll make sure they get where they're meant to,' Gilbert said. *You have my word on that.'

There wasn't much to say, when it came down to it. They recorded their statements privately, committing them to the care of the Pans, and then returned to the command deck. Jumai made one last attempt to break the lockout, but she got no further than before.

*Whoever designed this,' she said, gesturing vaguely at the suite of readouts and controls, *didn't throw it together in five minutes. This ship was designed from the ground up not to accept external inputs unless it wants to. Honestly, if it wasn't my life on the line here, I'd be impressed. As it is, I could cheerfully strangle whoever put this architecture together.'

*It's a little late for that,' Hector said.

Geoffrey was still thinking about what he had said to Sunday, and whether it needed amending. The last thing he wanted to do was add to her troubles, but he had still asked her to find someone who could take care of the elephants a at least watch over them a until he was back. He did not go so far as to voice his own fear, which was that he might never return. Geoffrey just hoped she was faring well on Mars. It would have been good to know that she was safe, before he went under.

*I suspect I know what you are thinking,' Hector said a little while later.

*What?' Geoffrey asked.

*You would have liked to have spoken to Memphis again before he died. You may find this difficult to accept, but I feel the same way. I did not kill him, Geoffrey. Nor did Lucas.'

Geoffrey looked away for a moment. *I know. It was what you always said it was: just a stupid accident.'

Hector's face showed that he had been expecting any answer but that one. *You were so certain we had done it. What made you change your mind? Did you play back our movements, examine data from the public eyes?'

*I didn't need to. I had a choice, when I came aboard the Winter Palace and found your suit. At that point, part of me was still willing to accept that you and Lucas might have been behind it.'

*No one could blame you for feeling angry. You were always close to him.'

*Another part of me knew it wasn't possible. We're family, after all. We may have different opinions about the way we live our lives, but that doesn't make us implacable enemies. Or it shouldn't. We've all had the enhancements, too. Why should you and Lucas be capable of premeditated murder if I'm not?'

*Some fish always slip through the net. It was not an outlandish possibility. When you tried to punch me . . . it's not as if you didn't want to draw blood, is it?'

The memory of that moment, the red rage, the numbing clampdown as the Mech retaliated, remained raw.

*I'm ashamed of what I did.'

*None of us has acted as well as we might have in this,' Hector said. *Lucas and I . . . we should not have approached you the way we did. It would have been better if we'd just asked you for help, rather than offering money. Rather than bribing you. Then at least there would have been the implication that we trusted each other. But I am afraid business runs rather thick in our veins.'

*What's done is done.'

*I am still glad that you came back for me,' Hector said. *Perhaps I would have done the same for you. The point is, the moment tested you, and you rose to the challenge. I have not yet been tested.' He paused, smiling slightly. *I am not sure if we will ever be friends, in the accepted sense, but if we can somehow find a way not to despise each other, I think that will be an improvement. For the old man's sake, if nothing else. Memphis always did wish we could all get on like a happy family.'

*I still can't accept that he's gone,' Geoffrey said.

*It will take us all a long while to adjust. When this is over, we must find a way to honour his memory. All of us, as best we can.'

*I agree,' Geoffrey said.

Hector offered his hand. Geoffrey looked at it, allowing the moment to stretch. He did not want to give the impression that this was an easy or casual reconciliation, or that there was not still a vast gulf of trust to be bridged. But Hector was right. They had to start somewhere, and now was as good a time as ever. They might not, after all, get another chance.

He shook.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE.

It was the morning of the nineteenth of March, another spring day dawning in the northern hemisphere of Mars, the sky as clean and pink as bottled plasma. Soya had driven Sunday and Jitendra back to Vishniac, traversing the Evolvarium at night in a tiny four-wheeled buggy with a bubble-top pressure cabin. They had come out of the Aggregate's belly down a steel ramp which had folded back into the machine as soon as their wheels touched dirt. Jonathan had said that the journey was safe, that the other machines would keep their distance a none of them wished to provoke the Aggregate a but Sunday nonetheless sensed a constant low-level tension in Soya as they bounced and yawed across the endless high plains of the Tharsis Bulge. Now and then she'd bite her lower lip, clench her knuckles on the controls, glance nervously at the radar and sonar devices, or scan the horizon for the auroral flashes which signalled the death struggles of lesser machines. They had crossed the transponder boundary and put many kilometres between themselves and the technical limit of the Evolvarium before Soya allowed herself to relax. Even then, it was a twitching, high-strung sort of relaxation. She might be free of the machines, but Soya still wished to keep a low profile.

They had only been away from Vishniac for two full days, yet it felt like weeks to Sunday. And the little settlement, skewered by its railway line, so dismal and unprepossessing upon her arrival, now looked magnificent.

Soya parked the buggy in the same underground garage where Gribelin had kept his truck. *I should be going,' she said, while Jitendra and Sunday grabbed their things. *Got jobs to do for my father.'

*At least let us buy you a coffee,' Sunday said.

Soya resisted, but Sunday pushed, and at last they were riding the elevator back up to the public levels. In the elevator's unforgiving light, Soya looked older than before. Sunday began to appreciate the toll that her shadowy existence had enacted upon this woman. Then she caught her own reflection, and it was scarcely an improvement. Their genes were not so very different, she supposed. Both of them looked like they could use a few days off.

They found the same cafeteria where Gribelin had been waiting for them. While Jitendra was ordering drinks at the bar, Sunday held Soya's hand. *I'm glad we got this chance to meet. Nothing's going to be the same now. I'll always know that you're out here.'

*I suppose we're cousins,' Soya said.

*Something like that. Whatever we are, I'm happy there's someone out here I didn't know about. Not just because you're a direct connection to my grandfather, although that's part of it, but just because . . .' Sunday faltered. *I think we could both use more friends, couldn't we? And I meant what I said about coming back here. I will.' Although that might be easier said than done, she thought. It wasn't as if she could count on Pans for her expenses any more, was it?

*I would like to travel. There are problems with that, though. My past is a fiction. It's good enough to let me move around Mars, but I could never leave this planet.'

*What's the worst that could happen? They'd find out who you really are? I can't see that you've done anything wrong, Soya, other than maintain a falsehood to protect Jonathan. And who wouldn't do that? He seems like a good man.'

*If the world finds out who I am, then it will discover what happened to him,' Soya said.

*Maybe it's time. There's no rule that says he has to hide away for the rest of his days, is there?'

*I think he likes it better this way. Dropping out of history, like a deleted chapter.'

*Fair enough, that's his choice. But you don't have to sacrifice your whole life to serve him, do you? You've already done more than enough.'

*I'm not that old,' Soya said. *There's still a lot of time ahead.' And she clearly meant a lot of time without her father, which was equally true, though Sunday had been careful not to voice that fact herself.

*Like I said, I'm glad we met.'

Soya appeared to come to some private decision. She reached around her neck, undid a hidden fastening and lifted away one of the wooden charms. *This is yours now, Sunday. My father gave it to me. It used to belong to Eunice. It was a gift from her mother, Soya. Soya told her it was old, even then. I think it goes back a long way.'