"The power," said Egyptia, prowling like a leopardess between the candles, "may consume me. I don't mind, I truly don't mind if I die, if it kills me. So long as I can die with this task accomplished-Oh, Jane. You understand, don't you?"

"Yes, Egyptia."

Clovis yawned, hiding in his longer hair as he did so, and I thought of Silver. Not that I'd stopped thinking of Silver. When I was twelve, I had a psychosomatic toothache for months in one of my back teeth. I took painkillers every three hours, which dulled the pain but didn't get rid of it. The nag of it went on and on, and so I got used to it, and only thought about it at the end of each three-hour unit when it would flare up to new violence. This was how I felt now. My awareness of danger and distress, my concern for Silver's concern at my absence, the hopeless trap I was in and apparently couldn't move out of-these were the dull pain. The wine, the familiarity, Egyptia's fear were the painkillers. The pain was slight and bearable and I could almost put it from my mind. But then the light moved on Clovis's hair- red-and the painflared . I almost rushed, each time, from the apartment and away into the night. Clovis could surely contain the twins. But they would know they'd been right. And Clovis's unspecified help would be lost to me.

He wore an embroidered shirt, too, under the silk and velour jacket. He was so rational about Silver, yet the copied influence was there.Could I trust Clovis? Well, Ihad trusted Clovis, if not with my address, with everything else.

"My queen buys her freedom by allowing your knight to cut off her left hand," said Medea.

"I do hope," said Clovis, "they're not actually inflicting these injuries on your chess set, Egyptia."

"The world's a chess set," said Egyptia. (A quote?) "Oh, bow your neck to the b.l.o.o.d.y dust. Kneel to the yoke, humiliated land. This is not the world. The G.o.ds are dead. Kneel, for you must. Relinquish pride, and kneel."

"My knight castrates your knight."

"He can't. My knight's in full armor."

"Well. There's a weak link."

"The floor over there must be strewn with severed members," said Clovis.

I couldn't even call Silver. There was the phone in the foyer, which the caretaker might answer, but I couldn't remember the number. And even if I did, to call would be, again, to reveal there was somebody at home I wanted to reach. Perhaps, if I excused myself to use the bathroom, I could call on one of Egyptia's extensions upstairs, experimenting till I got the number right-no. A blue call-light came on in every other phone console when one was operational. Jason and Medea would see it. They'd be watching for it.

Chloe couldn't be here tonight because Chloe had a virus. Why hadn't I had a virus?

"Women of the palace," said Egyptia, "my brother was a G.o.d to you. Yet to these beasts he is carrion.

He is left for the kites to chew upon-"

"Oh my," said Clovis, "now the play's getting to sound like the chess game. Do you think my weak stomach is up to this drama?"

"Don't mock me, Clovis," shouted Egyptia in despair.

"It's half past ten P.M.," said Clovis. "I'm going to call the taxi."

"Oh G.o.d," cried Egyptia, "is it time to leave?"

"Getting that way. Jane, pour her another drink."

I wasn't sure about that, although she seemed incapable of drunkenness in her frenzy. She had dressed in her costume and put on her makeup here because of her emotional rift with the rest of the company.

"They give menothing !" she said. To Egyptia, of course, the rest of the cast were the support mechanism to carry her, and sadly they hadn't realized it. Or else they had.

Now I fetched her grey-blue fur cape coat, on the inside of which some of the body makeup was sure to rub off. She'd bought that coat the day I took Silver with me to Chez Stratos.

"Oh, Jane. Oh-Jane-"

"I'm here." I sounded mature and patient. Concerned, kind. Just a touch compa.s.sionately amused. I sounded like Silver.

"Ja-aaaa-nnne-"

She stared at me. The guillotine awaited her, and soon the tumbrel would be at the door.

"You are going to be so good," I said to her. "So good, the Asteroid will probably fall on the Theatra Concordacis."

Clovis came in again in a little while.

"Months to get through," he said. "It'll be by the pier in half an hour." He looked at me, and added, sotto voce, "The cab rank was the second call."

"Clovis-" I said, realizing he'd put his unspecified plan into action.

"Later." He glanced at Jason and Medea, who were thoughtfully watching us. "Better kill everyone else on the board off quickly, pets, we leave in ten minutes."

"Oh. The awful play," said Jason.

"You don't have to come," Clovis said.

"We do," said Medea. "We want to be with Jane. We haven't seen her for so long."

"Christ, what a strange night," Clovis said to it, as we stepped out into the enclosure before the lift shaft.

"What's wrong with it?" asked Jason.

"How should I know?" said Clovis.

The lift came, and Egyptia trembled in my arms. As we went down to the ferry, the night rose up the jewelry buildings. There was a great stillness, but that was only the coldness of the snow. The ferry was deserted, and the cab was waiting at the other side of the water.

We reached the Theatra about eleven-fifteen P.M., after walking up the Grand Stairway and by the tunnel foun-tain, which didn't play in winter. But it was the exact spot where I had first seen Silver.

There were quite a lot of people about the main facade. We went around the side, and into the bleak backstage, and into Egyptia's bleaker dressing room. When the reluctant wall heater had been activated, Egyptia stood shuddering.

"My father slain, my brother slaughtered. Death is the legacy of this House of the Peac.o.c.k. Everyone go out. Everyone but Jane. Jane, don't leave me."

"We'll wait outside," said Medea. I knew they'd watch the door.

I had to stay, anyway, now, for Clovis's news. Whatever it was. I was really past caring. Schizophrenic, as before, I existed here, and I existed in a sort of precognitive limbo of rushing home to the flat on Tolerance.

In the corridor, the young man I remembered was called Corinth clumped past in metal toeless boots and a metal scaled cloak, eating a chicken leg morosely.

The handsome thin man, who had directed the drama, looked in twenty minutes later, fl.u.s.tered and chilly.

"Oh, so you got here," he said to Egyptia. Her eyes implored him, but he was finished with her. There would be no other productions for Egyptia here, despite her handy wealth. One could see that in his face.

"Just a last piece of advice, dear," he said. "Try to recall there are a couple of other people with you in the cast."

She opened her lips, and he walked out, banging the door so it almost fell off. The place was not in good repair.

"They hate me," she whispered, stunned. "I was generous to them, I shared my home with them, my love. I was part of them. And they hate me."

It wasn't the hour for truth. Or at least, for only one kind.

"They're jealous," I said. "They know they'll be out-shone. Anyway, everyone was against Antektra, too, apparently. It might be helpful."

"The screech of the peac.o.c.k," she said, "the bird of ill-omened and curse-laden death."

I retouched her body makeup. I wondered if I could have done what she would have to do, and some part of me began to tell me I could, and to visualize I'd be just as scared as she was, and maybe more.

"Jane, you've changed so much," she said, staring at me in the smeary mirror, seeing me for the first time. "You're beautiful. And fey. And so calm. So wise."

"It's the company I keep," I said before I could stop myself.

"Is it?" She was vague. She'd forgotten, just as Clovis reported. "Do you have a lover, Jane?"

Yes, Egyptia. A silver metal lover.

"Maybe."

And then, startling me: "What happened with the robot, Jane?"

"Well." I steeled myself. "He's wonderful. Now and then."

"Yes," she said wistfully, "more beautiful and more clever than any man. And more gentle. Did you find that? And those songs. He sang me love songs. He knew how I needed love, that I live on love...

Wonderful songs. And his touch-he could touch me, and-"

Just as I felt I could no longer bear it, shocked to find the old wound still raw, she was silenced. A dreadful siren squealed over our heads and we flew together in mindless fright.

A tinny laugh followed the siren. Patently it was a "joke" they'd rigged for her benefit. "Five minutes to curtain-up, Egypt."

I thought she might have a fit. But instead, suddenly she was altered.

"Please go now, Jane," she said. "I must be alone."

Outside, Jason and Medea fell in beside me.

"We have seats in the third row. How bourgeois of Clovis to ask for those. You've got Chloe's seat, which is the least good. Funny you didn't have a seat of your own, if you knew you were coming here."

But in fact, funnier still, for Clovis had done a juggling act and changed the seats around. To their consternation, the twins found they were in the first row; alone-not even seated together.

"What a shame," said Clovis. "There's been some kind of mix-up. Doubtless part of the theatre's vendetta against all of us."

The twins would now have to sit through the whole play getting cricked necks from turning to see if I was still there, two rows behind them.

As Clovis and I sat down on the end of the row, he said, "I suggest you leave after Egyptia's first speech.

I gather ten idiots rush down the aisles, and when they reach the stage, there's a storm. The special effects are rather gruesome. Eyes and intestines unsurgically removed. I shall look the other way, but Jason and Medea will be riveted. I think you should go then. If they notice, it'll take them half an hour to fight their way out, and with luck they'll collide with the second relay down the aisle, which is a procession of some sort." Jason and Medea had turned around and looked at us, and Clovis waved at them. "If they ask me, I'll say you left to be sick."

"They'll know that isn't true."

"Of course. I'd forgotten your reputation for implacable indifference. It still won't help them very much."

"Clovis, you said you would let me have some cash."

"Tomorrow, you and he take a cab along the highway to route eighty-three. Can you get the fare for that?"

"Yes."

"Leave the cab at eighty-three and walk down to the Fall Side of the Canyon. Be there by noon."

"That's only a few miles from my mother's house."

"Is that important? I doubt if you'll meet her. The spot was decided on because it's clear of the city and inside the state line, which should mean no observers, official or otherwise. And because Gem can land the VLO there."

"What?"

"Vertical lift-off plane. Those nasty noisy odorous flying machines, like the Baxter your mother so prizes. Gem is a test engineer and pilot for the Historica Antiqua Corporation. He will borrow a crate from the museum sheds, as he often does, land in the Canyon, and take you wherever you want to be. He said he would, about an hour ago when I called him. He's relatively imbecilic, by the way, so if you don't tell him your boyfriend is a robot, Gem will never guess, which may prove rather a bore for Silver.

However, Gem will b.u.mble you along and you'll arrive somewhere. Then he'll come back and spend the evening with me, G.o.d help me. Honestly, Jane, the things I suffer for you."

"Clovis, I-"

"Take whatever luggage you want, short of a grand piano. There's plenty of room in those things.

There'll be a piece of hand-luggage in the cabin, with some money. Units, and some bills if I have the time to crack them down at a bank. Aren't you going to cry, fling yourself on the carpet-if there is one in here, oh, yes-go into a paroxysm of grat.i.tude? Fawn on me? Faint?"

"No. But I'll never forget what you've done for me. Never."

"Gem will be pleased, too. But I'll try not to think about that."

"I wish-"

"You wish I were heteros.e.xual so we could run away together instead."

"I wish I could thank you properly, but there isn't any way."

"I can't even be G.o.dfather to your kids, can I? Since you won't have any."

"Imight. The way Demeta had me. Silver would make an amazing adoptive father, I should think. I never had a father."

"You didn't miss a thing," said Clovis. And the lights, with no subtlety, either due to incompetence, poor equipment, or would-be brilliant innovation, went suddenly out.

The audience exclaimed, vaguely disapproving.

"Jane," he said then, "there's one d.a.m.ned important thing I forgot-have to be shorthand. Listen: Jason finding you-a homemade device of his-a homing device. Check any clothing you might have met him in before today. Look for something small."

"Whatdid you say?"

"You heard me. It's obviously not wonderfully accurate, but that is how they got as close as they did. It's been their new game for a month."