'Because we came here to stop the Prophet,' Suzanna said, 'and we're going to do that.'

'Then I'll take you where he'll be.'

'Where?' said Cal.

'The Firmament,' de Bono replied with confidence. The old palace. That's what they were saying in the street. Didn't you hear them? And it stands to reason. He'd be bound to take the Firmament if he wants to be King.'

2.

They'd not got far from Nonesuch when de Bono halted, and pointed across the valley to a pall of smoke.

'Something burning,' he said.

'Let's hope it's Shadwell,' said Cal.

'I think I ought to know something about this bastard,' said de Bono. 'If we're going to slaughter him in his boots.'

They told him what they knew, which was, when they came to summarize it, a piffling amount.

'It's odd,' said Cal. 'It seems like I've known him all my life. But, you know, it's less than a year since I first set eyes on him.'

'Shadows can be cast in any direction,' said de Bono. That's my belief. Starbrook used to say there were even places close to the Gyre where the past and the future overlap.'

'I think maybe I visited one of them,' said Cal, 'last time I was here.'

'What was it like?'

Cal shook his head.

'Ask me tomorrow,' he said.

Their route had taken them into marshy territory. They picked their way across the mud from stone to stone, any hope of conversation cancelled by the clamour of frogs which rose from the reeds. Half way across, the sound of car engines met their ears. Putting caution aside they crossed to firmer ground by the most direct route, sinking up to their ankles in the water-sodden ground while the frogs - thumb-nail small, and poppy red - leapt before them in their many hundreds.

On the other side Cal shinned up a tree to get a better view. The vantage point offered him sight of a convoy of cars, heading towards the township. It had no need of roads. It was forging its way by dint of wheel and horsepower. Flights of birds rose before it; animals - those that were fast enough -scattered.

Suzanna called up to him:

'What can you see?'

'It's Hobart's mob, at a guess.'

'Hobart?'

She was up the tree and beside him in seconds, edging out along the branch to be clear of the foliage.

'It's him,' he heard her say, almost to herself. 'My God, it's him.'

She turned back to Cal, and there was a wildness in her eyes he didn't much like.

'You're going to have to go on without me,' she said.

They climbed down again, and picked up the argument at ground level.

'I've got business with Hobart. You go on. I'll find you when I'm done.'

'Can't he wait?' Cal said.

'No,' she told him firmly. 'No he can't. He's got the book Mimi gave me, and I want it back.'

She saw the perplexed look on his face, and could hear before he delivered them every argument he'd make against their parting. Shadwell was their true objective, he'd say; this was no time to be diverted from facing him. Besides, a book was just a book wasn't it?; it'd still be there tomorrow. All of which was true, of course. But somewhere in her belly she sensed that Hobart's cleaving to the book had some perverse logic about it. Perhaps the pages contained some knowledge she could put to good use in the conflict ahead, encoded in those Once upon a times. That was certainly Hobart's conviction, and what the enemy believed of you was probably true, or else why were you enemies in the first place?

'I have to go back,' she said. 'And that's all there is to it.'

'Then I'll come with you.'

'I can deal with him myself, Cal,' she said. 'You two have to go on to the Firmament. I'll find my way to you once I've got the book.'

She spoke with unshakeable conviction; he sensed it would be fruitless to argue with her.

Then take care,' he said, wrapping his arms around her. 'Be safe.'

'And you, Cal. For me.'

With that, she was away.

De Bono, who'd been out of this conversation while he toyed with his radio, now said:

'Aren't we going with her?'

'No,' said Cal. 'She wants to go alone.'

He pulled a quizzical face. 'Love-affair, is it?' he asked.

'Something like that.'

3.

Suzanna retraced their steps to the township with an urgency, an enthusiasm even, she didn't entirely comprehend. Was it just that she wanted the confrontation over and done with? Or could it be that she was actually eager to see Hobart again; that he had become a kind of mirror in which she might know herself better?

As she stepped back into the streets - which the citizens, retreating behind their doors, had now left more or less deserted - she hoped he knew she was near. Hoped his heart beat a little faster at her proximity, and his palms sweated.

If not, she'd teach him how.

VI.