Qatux did not respond. Its eyes swiveled from Aaron to Corrie-Lyn, then back again.

"Can you do that?" Aaron asked. He was aware that something was wrong but did not know what. His mind kept telling him that Qatux was the Raiel who was most likely to help in this fashion. So far on this mission all the intuitive knowledge loaded into his subconscious had been correct.

"I used to do that," Qatux whispered. "At one time I was captivated by human emotional states. I married a human."

"Married?" Corrie-Lyn blurted.

"A most nice lady by the name of Tiger Pansy. I had never known someone so emotionally reactive. We spent many happy years together on the planet you named Far Away. I shared her every thought, every feeling."

"What happened?" Aaron asked, knowing it was not going to be good.

"She died."

"I'm sorry."

"She died most horribly. A woman called the Cat prolonged her death for many days. Deliberately. I shared that time with my wife. I experienced human death."

"Shit," Aaron mumbled.

"I have not known human thought or emotion since. At the end, my wife cured me of this strange weakness. It was her last gift, however unwillingly given. I am Raiel again. I now hold high rank among my own kind."

"We shouldn't have asked you to do this," Corrie-Lyn said humbly. "We didn't know. I'm so sorry."

Aaron wanted to use a stunshot on her. "It's Inigo," he said, holding the kube up again. "The human who dreams the lives of humans inside the Void."

Once again Qatux was perfectly still. This time its eyes remained focused on Aaron alone.

"Aaron!" Corrie-Lyn hissed through clenched teeth.

He could feel the anger powering out of her through the gaiafield and completely ignored it. "I'm looking for him," he told the huge silent alien, staring straight into its multiple eyes. "He needs to be found before his Living Dream believers spark another devourment phase with their Pilgrimage. Will you help?"

"Inigo?" Qatux asked. The whisper had softened to near inaudibility.

"Yes. The kube holds his personality right up until he left for his Centurion Station mission. His formative years. Everyone knows his life since he founded Living Dream, even the Raiel. Or perhaps especially the Raiel. If you combined that knowledge with his formative years, I thought that you might be able to understand his motivations, that you could work out where he has gone for me."

"The Raiel have wanted to know the inside of the Void for so long. It is all we exist for now; we are its nemesis as much as it is ours. For over a million years we were content with the role fate had given us. And then a human comes along and simply dreams what is in there. None of us is capable of that. The strongest of our race fell into that evil place, and no trace remains. Nothing."

"It's not evil," Corrie-Lyn said sullenly.

"I would like to believe that. I cannot. We have known the Void from a time before your species achieved sentience. It is the destroyer of life, of hope. Nothing escapes it."

"Millions of humans live inside the Void. They live lives full of hope and love and laughter; they live lives better than any of us out here."

"To do so, to achieve their greater life you envy so much, they are killing you. They are killing this galaxy. And now you wish to join them, to increase the damage to a level you cannot imagine."

"Will you stop the Pilgrimage?" Aaron asked.

"Not I. Not this arkship. That is not the purpose of this Raiel; we are custodians alone. However, there are other Raiel who serve a different purpose. They are the defenders of this galaxy. I do not know what they will do to your Pilgrimage."

Aaron glanced at Corrie-Lyn. Her mouth was set in a purposeful line.

"Can you help us with Inigo's memories? If I can find him, talk to him, there may be a chance he'll stop the Pilgrimage."

Qatux moved toward him, eight stumpy legs on either side of its underbelly tilting forward to move it in a smooth undulation. Aaron held his ground, though he was aware of Corrie-Lyn taking a small shuffle backward; her emotions seeping into the gaiafield were turning from pride to concern.

"I will do what I can," Qatux said. It extended a medium-size tentacle.

Aaron exhaled in relief and handed over the memorycell. The tentacle tip coiled around it and withdrew, curling backward. Just behind the collar of tentacles, hanging off the equivalent of a Raiel neck, innumerable small protuberances of flesh dangled, each one crowned by a small heavy bulb that was technological in origin. The kube sank through the dark surface of a bulb like a pebble falling into water.

A long shudder ran along Qatux's bulk, and the giant alien let out a sigh that seemed close to pain. "I will tell you when I have finished," Qatux said.

Aaron and Corrie-Lyn were unceremoniously teleported back into the Artful Dodger.

The Mars Twins were an unusual turgid red as their upper-atmosphere hurricanes swirled and battled along thousand-kilometer fronts, obliterating the dark shadows that occasionally hinted at surface features. Their dour ambiance matched Cleric Conservator Ethan's mood as he strode through the Liliala Hall. Above him the storms rampaging across the visionary ceiling flashed purple lightning and pummeled away at each other like waves assaulting a beach. They swirled together, veiling the two small planets. The silent vivid battle made for an impressive entrance as he swept through the arching door into the Mayor's suite.

Rincenso and Falven, two of his staunchest supporters on the Council, were waiting for him in the first anteroom, their cautious expressions made more sinister by the amber lighting. All they allowed of themselves into the gaiafield was a polite radiance of expectation. Not even Ethan's easily sensed mood could make them waver.

He beckoned them to follow as he pushed through into the oval sanctum. Strong sunlight shone in through the high Rayonnant-style windows, illuminating the grand wooden desk identical to the one the Waterwalker had sat behind when he had been Mayor of Makkathran. Five simple chairs were arranged before it. Councillor Phelim stood at the side of one, waiting for Ethan to sit behind his desk. He wore the simple everyday blue and green robe of a Councillor. It was meant to testify to an open and approachable person who would take time to solve someone's problem. On Phelim it was off-putting, emphasizing his height and severe facial features.

"So the Skylord would seem to be on its way to Querencia," Ethan said as he sat down.

Falven cleared his throat. "It is heading for some kind of planet. We have to assume it is Querencia. The prospect of another planet housing humans in the Void would open many complications for us."

"Not so," Rincenso said. "I don't care how many other H-congruous planets there are or who lives on them. We are concerned only with Querencia and the Waterwalker. It is his example we wish to follow."

"Too many unknowns to pronounce on," Falven said.

"Not that many, surely," Ethan said. "We cannot doubt the Second Dreamer is dreaming a Skylord. This creature is aware of the souls and minds of living sentient entities. It and its flock are flying toward a solid planet to collect those souls and carry them to Odin's Sea. This flight fulfills every teaching of the Lady."

"I wonder what life in Makkathran is like now," Rincenso mused. "So much time has passed."

"You'll find out soon enough," Ethan said. "The hulls of our Pilgrimage ships are being fabricated. We will be ready to launch soon. Phelim?"

"We should have the hulls and internal systems finished by September," Phelim said. "The cost is colossal, but the Free Market Zone has a considerable manufacturing capacity. Component construction is heavily cybernated; production is a simple process once the templates are loaded in. And of course, no matter how much criticism we face, External world companies are always eager for our money."

"September," Rincenso said. "Dear Ozzie, so close."

Ethan did not look at Phelim. No one else had been told of the ultradrive engines Marius had promised to deliver. "The physical aspect goes well," he said. "That just leaves us with our enigmatic Second Dreamer to deal with. We still don't know why he hasn't revealed himself, but it is significant that his dreams have become so much more substantial as the ships are built."

"Why does he not come forward?" Falven said. The gaiafield revealed the flash of anger in his mind. "Curse him; are we never to find him?"

"He is on Viotia," Phelim said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. The gaiafield confluence nests on Viotia were the first to receive his last dream. They disseminated it across the Greater Commonwealth gaiafield."

"Do you know where on Viotia he is?"

"Not yet. But now that we have confirmed the planet, our efforts will be concentrated on determining the exact geographical location. Of course, people move about. And if he is actively seeking anonymity, he will simply relocate after every dream."

"Which must be prevented," Ethan said simply.

"How?" Rincenso asked.

"This is why I have asked you two here today, my dearest friends and allies on the Council. The Second Dreamer is crucial to Pilgrimage. He is the one who must ask the Skylords for guidance through the barrier and onward to Querencia. In the absence of Inigo, he is the one who will light our way."

"So what do you want us to do?" Falven asked.

"There are several routes available to us," Ethan said quietly. "I believe the one we will end up traveling along is to bring Viotia into the Free Market Zone."

The two Councillors gave each other a puzzled look.

"It is part of our Free Market Zone," Falven said.

"By treaty, yes," Ethan said. "It is not one of our core planets-yet. We must be prepared to complete the admission process, culminating with Ellezelin opening a wormhole between our two worlds. Following that, Viotia's government should adopt a more favorable stance toward Living Dream. Ultimately I would like to welcome them into our hagiocracy."

Falven sat back, looking startled.

Rincenso merely smiled in appreciation. "There are a great many of our followers there already. Enough to tilt the demographic?"

"Possibly," Phelim said.

"In which case I would be happy to raise the proposal in the Council."

"I, too," Falven said slowly.

"There is a degree of hostility and resentment currently being shown to our followers on Viotia," Ethan said. "If a wormhole were to be opened, binding their economy to ours, that resentment will manifest itself in street violence. We would need to guarantee the security of all Living Dream adherents."

"Do we have that ability?" Falven asked cautiously.

"There are enough national security forces spread across the core planets of the Free Market Zone to enforce the rule of law on Viotia," Phelim said. "We have been recruiting additional personnel since Ethan's ascension to Conservator."

"Enough for this?"

"Yes."

"Oh. I see."

"I regret any inconvenience this may cause to Viotia's citizens," Ethan said. "But we cannot afford to lose the Second Dreamer."

"If we just knew why he's refusing to reveal himself," Rincenso said acrimoniously.

"Because he doesn't yet know," Ethan said with a weary sadness.

"How can he not know?"

"It took several weeks for Inigo to realize what was happening. At first he believed his dreams to be some kind of overspill from a full-sense drama that was leaking into the Centurion Station gaiafield. I believe that confusion is repeating again. To begin with, all we had were small fragments, glimpses of the Skylord which we edited together. Now that contact has been established, the length and strength of the dreams are increasing. As they did with Inigo. Soon they will reach a crescendo, and the Second Dreamer will realize what he has been chosen to do."

Falven gave the others in the oval sanctum an uncomfortable look. "Then why do we need to incorporate Viotia?"

"What if the Second Dreamer isn't an adherent of Living Dream?" Ethan asked mildly.

"But-"

"There's a much worse scenario than that," Phelim said. "If one of our opponents were to reach him first and use him to sabotage the Pilgrimage."

"They'll be looking," Rincenso said.

"Of course they'll be looking," Ethan said. "But we have a huge advantage with our command of the gaiafield. Not even ANA's despicable factions can intrude upon that. We must reach him first."

"And if he refuses to help?" Falven inquired.

"Change his mind," Phelim told them. "In a very literal sense."

"I suppose that's necessary," Rincenso said uneasily.

"I would hope not," Ethan said. "But we must be prepared for all eventualities."

"Yes. I understand."

"What I would like to do first is make a simple appeal to both the Second Dreamer and the Skylord," Ethan said.

Falven's thoughts rippled with surprise, which he made no effort to hide. "A unisphere declaration?"

"No. A direct intervention into the next dream."

"How?"

"The Second Dreamer is issuing his dream into the confluence nests in real time," Phelim said. "Right at the end of the last dream, as it fades away, there is an anomaly, a tiny one. It is extremely hard to spot; we believe it has escaped attention among the majority of our followers. But our dream masters have been reviewing those last moments. There is a human emotion intruding into the Skylord's stream of consciousness: a weak sense of pleasure but one with considerable sexual connotations. In all probability we are witnessing postcoital satisfaction."

"The Second Dreamer receives the Skylord's dream when he's having sex?" Rincenso asked incredulously.

"The human brain is most receptive when relaxed," Ethan said. "The period immediately after sex certainly generates that state."

"Did this happen to Inigo?" Falven was almost indignant.

Ethan's lips twitched in amusement. "Not that I'm aware of. Inigo never issued his dreams in real time, so I don't suppose we'll ever know. But this anomaly is the strongest indicator we have that this is real-time dreaming, in which case we should be able to intervene, to converse with both the Second Dreamer and the Skylord. If we can successfully perform the latter intervention, we may be able to establish a direct connection without the Second Dreamer, in which case our problems will be solved. Viotia becomes an irrelevance, as does our elusive Second Dreamer. And we will be one step closer to the Void."

"That would be...wonderful," Falven said.

"Our dream masters are now monitoring Viotia's confluence nests for the time the Second Dreamer starts to dream. When it happens, we will make the attempt."

"And if that fails?"

"Then you will bring your proposal to the Council."

Fourteen hundred years was a long time alive by anyone's standards. However, there were Commonwealth citizens who had remained in their bodies for longer; Paula had even met a few of them. She did not enjoy their company. Mostly they were dynasty members who could not let go of the old times when their family empires used to run the Commonwealth. After biononics and ANA and Higher culture had changed the Central worlds forever, they had grabbed what they could of their ancient wealth and reestablished themselves on External worlds, where they had set about re-creating their personal golden age.