'Sorry,' Cal said to de Bono. 'You'll have to mend it yourself.'

'I don't know how,' the youth replied, crest-fallen.

'We've got work to do,' Suzanna said, one eye on Galin. 'We have to go.'

She pulled on Cal's arm. 'Come on,' she said.

That's it,' said Galin. 'Damn Cuckoos.'

'I want to break his nose,' Cal said.

'We're not here to spill blood. We're here to stop it being spilled.'

'I know. I know.'

With an apologetic shrug to de Bono, Cal turned his back on the field, and they started away through the birches. As they reached the other side they heard footsteps behind them. Both turned. De Bono was following them, still nursing his radio.

'I'll come with you,' he said, without invitation. 'You can mend the machine as we go.'

'What about Starbrook?' Cal said.

'Starbrook's not coming back,' de Bono replied. 'They'll wait 'til the grass grows up their backsides and he still won't come back. I've got better things to do.'

He grinned.

'I heard what the machine said,' he told them. 'It's going to be a fine day.'

2.

De Bono proved an instructive fellow-traveller. There wasn't a subject he wasn't prepared to speculate upon, and his enthusiasm for talk did something to coax Suzanna from the melancholy that had come in the wake of Jerichau's death. Cal let them talk. He had his hands full trying to walk and repair the radio at the same time. He did, however, manage a repeat of his earlier question, as to where de Bono had got the item in the first place.

'One of the Prophet's men,' de Bono explained. 'Gave it to me this morning. He had boxes of them.'

'Did he indeed,' said Cal.

'It's a bribe,' said Suzanna.

'You think I don't know that?' said de Bono. 'I know you get nothing for nothing. But I don't believe everything a Cuckoo gives me is corruption. That's Starbrook's talk. We've lived with Cuckoos before, and survived -' He broke off, and turned his attention to Cal. 'Any luck?'

'Not yet. I'm not very good with wires.'

'Maybe I'll find somebody in Nonesuch,' he said, 'who can do it for me. It's only spitting distance now.'

'We're going to Capra's House,' said Suzanna.

'And I'll go with you. Only via the town.'

Suzanna began to argue.

'A man's got to eat,' said de Bono. 'My stomach thinks my throat's cut.'

'No detours,' said Suzanna.

'It's not a detour,' de Bono replied, beaming. 'It's on our way.' He cast her a sideways glance. 'Don't be so suspicious,' he said. 'You're worse than Galin. I'm not going to lead you astray. Trust me.'

'We haven't got time for sight-seeing. We've got urgent business.'

'With the Prophet?'

'Yes.. .'

'There's a piece of Cuckoo-shite,' Cal commented.

'Who? The Prophet?' said de Bono. 'A Cuckoo?'

'I'm afraid so,' said Suzanna.

'See, Galin wasn't entirely wrong,' Cal said. 'The radio's a little piece of corruption.'

'I'm safe,' said de Bono. 'It can't touch me.'

'Oh no?' said Suzanna.

'Not here,' de Bono replied, tapping his chest. 'I'm sealed.'

'Is that how it has to be?' said Suzanna, sighing. 'You sealed up in your assumptions, and us in ours?'

'Why not?' said de Bono. 'We don't need you.'

'You want the radio,' she pointed out.

He snorted. 'Not that much. If I lose it I won't weep. It's worthless. All Cuckoo stuff is.'

'Is that what Starbrook says?' Suzanna remarked.

'Oh very clever,' he replied, somewhat sourly.

'I dreamt of this place -' Cal said, breaking into the debate. 'I think a lot of Cuckoos do.'

'You may dream of us,' de Bono replied ungraciously. 'We don't of you.'

That's not true,' Suzanna said. 'My grandmother loved one of your people, and he loved her back. If you can love us, you can dream of us too. The way we dream of you, given the chance.'

She's thinking of Jerichau, Cal realized: she's talking in the abstract, but that's who she's thinking of.