"Seems like more foreigners than ever," commented Ravna. It was partly a question. She could recognize East Home packs by their funny redjackets. Others were distinguished by their scattered posture or their scandalous flirtation. Getting all the details explained was just another reason why she liked to go on these walk-arounds with Johanna Olsndot.

Today Johanna wasn't quite the perfect tour guide: "I ... yeah, I guess you're right." She looked around into the tented chaos. "I wasn't paying proper attention." She saw the smile on Ravna's face. "What?"

"You know, today you only stopped to chat with every fourth pack that we came across."

"Oh, I don't know everybody-wait, you mean I really haven't been up to my usual social standard? Well, huh." They walked on a few paces, out of the tented area. When Johanna looked at her again, the girl's smile was still there but perhaps it contained a touch of wonder. "You're right, I haven't been feeling the same lately. It's strange. Our lives I mean. Things were so tough for so long."

When Ravna Bergsndot was feeling most sorry for herself, she tried to imagine what life had been like for Johanna and her little brother. Like all the Children, these two were orphans, but their parents had made it all the way to the ground here. Johanna had witnessed their murder, and then the murder of half her classmates. At just thirteen Johanna had spent a year in this wilderness, often befriended, sometimes betrayed. But she and her little brother had still guided the Oobii through the battle on Starship Hill.

Some of the Children had accepted all this too readily, forgetting civilization. Some others couldn't make any accommodation with their fall from heaven. It was the ones like Jo that gave Ravna faith that-given time-they might survive the fate coming down upon them all.

They had left the merchants behind, were walking toward the part of town where in recent years public houses had been established. Johanna didn't seem to notice; she was still far away, smiling that small wondering smile. "Things were tough, and then we unmasked Vendacious and won against Lord Steel. And since then..." surprise rose in her voice "... why, now I'm generally having a great time. There's so much to do, with the Fragmentarium, with the Children's Academy, and-"

"You're wrapped up in making the new world," said Ravna.

"I know. But now things are even better. Ever since I started dating Nevil, lots of things are more fun. Human-type people seem much more interesting than before. Lately, Nevil and I have been even, um, closer. I want this birthday to be special for him, Ravna."

Hah! Ravna reached out, touched Johanna's arm. "So when..."

Johanna laughed. "Ah, Nevil is so traditional. I really think he's waiting for me to propose." She looked at Ravna, and now her smile was both merry and sneaky. "Don't you tell, Ravna, but after the birthday party, that's exactly what I'm going to do!"

"That's wonderful! What a wedding that will be!" They stopped and just grinned at each other. "You can be sure Woodcarver will invent new ceremonies for this," said Ravna.

"Yeah, she uses my reputation unmercifully."

"Good for her. In fact, this means even more to us than to the Tines. You and Nevil are so popular, he with the Children, you with the Tines. Maybe-" Maybe this is the time.

"What?"

Ravna drew Jo toward the middle of the street as they continued along their way-she didn't want to be snooped upon by passing packs. "Well, it's just that I am so tired of being co-Queen."

"Ravna! It's worked great for almost ten years now. Woodcarver herself suggested it. There's precedent in Tinish history and even in ours."

"Yes," said Ravna, "on Nyjora." In the Age of Princesses, there had been the Elder Princess and the Younger, the Techie. The Age of Princesses was the most recent rediscovery of civilization in any known human history-and that civilization was also the ancestor of Ravna's Sjandra Kei and therefore of Johanna's Straumli Realm.

The Straumers were not much for looking back, but Ravna had told them about the Age of Princesses. At the Academy, she used that history to make a bridge between humans and the Domain. Johanna smiled. "You should be glad to be co-Queen, Ravna. I bet you played at being one when you were a child."

Ravna hesitated, embarrassed to admit the truth. "Well maybe; I've discovered that the reality is ... distracting. It was necessary to begin with, but you kids are established now. I need to concentrate on the external deadline. We only have a few centuries before some really bad guys blow into town." Ravna hadn't told the Children of her crazy dream, or the zonograph glitch. There had been no repeat, and the data was less than credible. Instead she worked harder and harder, and did her best not to seem like a madwoman.

Ravna looked away from Johanna. For a few steps, she just watched her own feet trudging along the cobblestones. "It could be less than centuries," she said. "The Blighters weren't left with any working ramscoops, but they could probably boost a few kilograms to near-lightspeed. Maybe, when they still had their pipeline to god, maybe they even figured out some way to nail us at lightspeed. I need to spend all my time making sure we'll be ready."

Johanna didn't reply. Ravna was silent for a few more steps, then repeated her main point: "I just mean, I should be spending more time with Oobii. I'm a librarian, after all, and in a situation like this, any other use of me is a waste. I think it would best if maybe you and Nevil could lead, with Woodcarver."

Johanna stared at Ravna in shock. "Are you crazy?"

Ravna smiled. "We've both been accused of that at one time or another."

"Hah!" said Johanna. She put an arm across Ravna's shoulders. "If we're both crazy, it's in very different ways. Ravna, we need you-"

"Yes, I know. I'm den mother to all that's left of humanity!"

That old and whimsical complaint should have brought a smile to Johanna; instead her expression became positively fierce. "Ravna, you're the mother of all that's left here. Ten years ago we were kids and babies, and to the Tines we were weird animals. Without you to hold us together-to mother us along-most of us would have died in coldsleep, and the few who survived would be freaks in Tinish wilderness!"

"... I, um, okay." Time to regroup: "I guess I did what had to be done. And now we must prepare for the future. I'm the only one of us trained to manage Oobii's planning systems. That's where I need to spend all my time now. You and Nevil and Woodcarver should lead. I'm a librarian, not a leader."

"You're both! Librarians and archeologists have always been the ones to bring civilization back."

"This is different. We don't have any ruins to search. We have all the answers aboard the Oobii." Ravna raised her chin in the direction of Starship Hill. "You needed me to begin with, but now Children like you have grown up. My technical planning is needed more than ever, but ... but I'm tired of being the leader."

"Your decisions are popular, Ravna."

"Some of them. Some of them not, or not for a year or five or ten." Some might seem obviously wrong for a century-and then suddenly, dreadfully right.

"I hadn't realized you felt so ... alone. We all have you, so I guess we thought you see all of us the same." Johanna looked down at various bags of fabric samples and birthday trinkets. She gave a little laugh. "Okay, turn it all around. I've been so happy with Nevil. He's made life a bright place. I should think what it would be like without that, without anyone to share it all with. Do you think about Pham very much?"

"Sometimes." Often. "We had something fine, but there was too much else going on within him. What owned him was scary."

"Yeah." Johanna had met Pham Nuwen, just before the end. She had seen how scary scary could be. "There are one hundred and fifty of us, Ravna. We all love you-at least most of the time. Have you ever thought that there might be enough people now that you could find some one person you could-you could be with?"

Up the street, Ravna could see some Children. They were Johanna's age and older. They were just going into one of the pubs. Ravna gave a nod in their direction. "Are you serious?"

The girl gave an embarrassed smile. "Look, I found someone. I'm just saying, you think of us all as children. Think ... well, you'll live longer than any of us."

"Don't say that. You're ageing now, but that's only for the present. Someday we'll have the resources to go back and rebuild a decent medical science. This is just temporary."

"Right. If you guide us there, we'll eventually have the technology. And eventually, there'll be tens of thousands of us. If you can't find Mister Right in that mob, there's something wrong with you!"

"I guess you're right."

"Of course I am!" said Johanna. "In the meantime, please remember how grateful we are, even when we complain. And Nevil and I will work harder to support you."

"I want debate."

"You know what I mean. It's your voice, up front, that makes the big difference for people like Wenda and Ben."

"Okay, I'll lay off you and Nevil, at least for now."

"Whew!" Johanna's look of relief was comic exaggeration, but behind it Ravna saw the real thing. "Oh, and Ravna? Please don't mention this to Nevil. It would just go to his head."

The tavern district was near the center of Hidden Island, just south of the Old Castle. In fact, the castle was not really old, though it pre-dated the Children's arrival by some decades. Flenser's castle had been a fearsome place, a legend across the continent. Flenser-the unreformed Flenser-had had extraordinary plans for the Tinish race. Before the humans arrived, this world had not even discovered gunpowder, and the printing press was the big new thing. From that, Flenser had been busy building both a totalitarian state and something like the scientific method. There were rumors that his monster packs still lurked in the Old Castle. Ravna knew that wasn't true, though Flenser-Tyrathect still did have his supporters, spies who shadowed Woodcarver's own secret agents.

The sun was sliding into the north, the shadows now extending all the way across the street.

The two women walked past the first of the public houses. "Been there just yesterday," Johanna said of it. "These days the customers are mostly herders from the mainland, celebrating the livestock drive.

Up ahead were the pubs more likely to attract merchants from the Long Lakes and spies from East Home. Those shops were full of gossip and questions and strangeness. She noticed the pack across the street; it looked a lot like the one that had been hanging around behind them in the market.

Johanna saw her glance. "Don't worry. That's Borodani, one of Woodcarver's guys. I recognize his low-sound ears." She gave the pack a wave, then laughed. "And you say this is really like a city of the Middle Beyond?"

"A little. I could fool myself for minutes at a time. Sjandra Kei had half a dozen major races, though nothing like packs. We humans were only the third most numerous. But we were popular. There were tourist towns that imitated olden human times-and they attracted at least two of the other races as much as us humans."

"So folks would promenade, right? We could almost imagine we're out looking for action in some high-priced dive?"

"You had such romances in Straumli Realm?"

"Well, yes. I was a precocious tot, you know. But you actually lived it, right?"

"Um, yes. A few times," as a shy college girl, before she graduated and shipped out to the Vrinimi Organization. At Vrinimi, the socializing had been exclusively nonhuman-at least till Pham came along.

"So are these taverns much like the bars you remember back in civilization?"

"Hmpf. Not too much. The 'bars' in Sjandra Kei were very crowded-choir-crowded, by Tinish standards. For the humans and some of the other races, it was a bit of a courtship thing. Here-"

"Here, every human has known every other since they were little, and there aren't enough of us all together to fill these public houses. Still, it's fun to imagine. For instance, this place up ahead."

That would be the Sign of the Mantis. The words were chiseled in Tinish runes below a one-meter-high carving of an odd insect that walked on two legs. Ravna had never seen the real thing, but she'd heard that the critters were a ubiquitous pest in downcoast towns. Of course, the largest of the real mantises were less than five centimeters tall. Whenever the story of the human landing was told, there was always the question of what the strange new aliens looked like. And since there were no videos to show around, just a pack talking to credulous listeners-also packs-the humans were often likened to "huge, huge mantises." The Sign of the Mantis sign-the wooden sign itself-had actually been imported from a bar in the Long Lakes. Here it was a great joke, since this particular pub was indeed a human favorite.

Music came from within.

"See? Just like a nightclub back in civilization?" said Johanna.

It was human music, human voices and the sounds of a dozen instruments-or one synth. Inside, there would be no synth, no instruments and maybe not even any singing humans. The words were some children's rhyme, and the music ... not quite a child's melody. A single pack was probably the source of all the sounds. No doubt it was embellishing on something from Oobii. Human culture was being re-created from the ground up on the Tines World, from machine memories and the distortions of a race of medieval pack critters.

A set of neatly painted wooden stairs wrapped back and forth up to the overhang of the main floor. Johanna bounced up the shallow steps with Ravna just behind. They were about halfway to the entrance when the door above opened and a group of teenaged humans came out onto the top landing.

One of them leaned back into the bar and said something like. "Yeah, just think about that. It makes more sense than..."

Ravna had scooched out of the way when she saw the crowding above. These steps were intended to be one-way for a pack; they were just a bit wider than a single member. The boys hadn't seen her, but when they saw Johanna, suddenly their voices cut short. As they came down the steps, she heard one of them say, "It's your sister, Jef."

Johanna's voice sounded a little sharp. "Hei now, so what are you doing?"

The lead boy-it sounded like Gannon Jorkenrud-replied, "Just telling people the truth, little missy." Yes, that was Gannon. The boy saw Ravna and the sneer left his face. For a wonder, he actually looked furtive! He carefully edged past her without quite making eye contact.

The three boys who followed were younger, two seventeen, one nineteen, all fairly large pains in the neck. And today, all looked similarly sneaky, passing by her silently, then proceeding a little too quickly down the steps. Something else about them: they wore those short pants and silly low-cut shoes that had come into fashion at the beginning of the summer. Given a cool, rainy day, they'd have freezing shins and soaked feet.

Further up on the stairs, Johanna was saying, "So Jefri. What's up?" The words were lightly spoken, but Ravna saw that the girl had stepped into the middle of the stairway. And there indeed, at the top of the stairs, were Jefri and Amdi. Both human and pack were a study in unhappy surprise. The pack-Amdiranifani-was the more obviously upset; even Ravna could see it in his aspect. Jefri was a bit smoother. "Hei, Sis. Hei, Ravna. Been a while."

Amdi came down the stairs, butted one head softly against Johanna and two more against Ravna. "It's good to see you!" said the pack, using its little-boy voice. Amdiranifani was an eightsome, about as numerous as a clear-thinking pack could be. When Ravna had first met him, he'd been entirely puppies. They were so small you could carry half of him in your arms, while the other half tumbled around your ankles, asking questions and showing off. He and little Jefri had been so close that some Tines thought of them as a single pack, and gave them the name Amdijefri. No packs called them that anymore. Now, each of Amdi's members had grown to be large and a little overweight. At first glance, he was physically intimidating. At second glance and after casual conversation, you'd realize Amdi was too shy to menace anybody. And at third glance-if you really got to know him or if he wanted to show off-you'd realize that Amdi was about the smartest creature you could ever meet Down Here.

Ravna patted the nearest head, and smiled at the pack and then at Jefri. "Yes, it is good to see you."

"And about time," Johanna inserted, not buying her brother's casual manner.

Ravna waved a kind of "it's okay" at Johanna. Civility had been in very short supply from Jefri; she had no desire for a return to his rebellious years.

Johanna didn't seem to notice. "So, Brother?"

There was a shadow of a glower from the boy. "So. You know. I've been the whole spring downcoast with Meri Lyssndot's team, surveying the special metals that Oobii thought-"

"I know that, Jef. And I know you've been screwing Meri and every other girl you can lay your hands on. But you've been back how many days and not a word from you?"

Now the glower was on full. "Lay off, Jo. You don't own me."

"I'm your sister! I..." Indignation choked off her words.

Ravna noticed that Amdi had snuck back and seemed to be trying to hide behind Jefri. She cast about for something that might deflect the oncoming debacle. Things had been going so well with Jefri this past year. Ah: "It's okay, Jefri. I've seen the survey report. Good work." Or maybe that was laying it on too thick. "I'm more interested in what was going on with those three..." She waved down the stairs. Should I call them your friends? I hope they're not. "What was this 'truth' that Gannon was talking about?"

"Um, nothing."

"Yup, nothing," said Amdi, nodding all his heads.

"Well then." Ravna came up the stairs. Jefri was nineteen, an adult by the human standards of Sjandra Kei and Straumli Realm. It didn't matter any more that Jef had been the nicest child, brave and well-meaning. It shouldn't matter that in later years he was often the most rebellious of the pimply mob. Thank goodness that Johanna had pointed Nevil at him. Where even Johanna had not managed to talk sense into him, the level-headed, diplomatic Nevil had succeeded. With any luck, his current problem was just a temporary backsliding. "We just want to see how people are doing," said Ravna. She waved at the entrance just beyond Jefri and Amdi. "The three of us can talk another time if you want."

Jefri dithered a second, and then her mild words seemed to bring him around. "That's okay. Let's talk. The whole thing is, um, a bit strange." He turned and held the pub's door open for Ravna and his sister.

Inside the pub it was warm, a reminder that even the summer-day shadows could be cold. There was the smell of smoke and spice and the usual pack body odor. Jefri eased past Jo and Ravna, leading them along a low, narrow corridor, where the smoke was even thicker. Health and fire-safety regulations were still in this world's future.

Ravna just followed along silently, bemused by the crazy carvings that lined the walls-Tines' ideas about what life in the Beyond had been like-and wondering at the changes that even ten years had made in her Children. Funny. She had always thought of Johanna as being tall, even when she was only thirteen. But that was Johanna's personality. Even now, Johanna was only one meter seventy, scarcely taller than Ravna. And Jefri? He had always seemed so small to her. He had been short, when Pham had landed and saved him from Lord Steel. She remembered the little orphan raising his arms to her. But now she noticed how much he had to scrunch down to clear the ceiling. The guy was nearly two meters tall when he stood straight.

The music was loudest straight ahead. There was a flickering colored light that must be one of those crazy mood candelabras. Jefri stepped through the opening, Ravna and Johanna and Amdi right behind.

The Mantis tavern had a vaulted ceiling, and space for padded alcoves all around the upper walls. Today, the clientele was mainly human. There were two or three packs up in the lofts, but the bartender pack was the only one on the main floor. All the music was-no surprise-coming from the bartender.

"Back so soon?" someone shouted at Amdi and Jefri. Then they caught sight of Ravna and Johanna, and there was nervous laughter. "Wow, we can't talk treason for more than five minutes and the secret police show up."

"I ran into them on the steps," said Jefri.

"Just shows you should use the exit stairs, like decent folk do." That was Heida ysler. She was still laughing about her secret police crack. Some of the others seemed a bit pained by it, but then Heida's sense of humor was her greatest enemy. At least here there were none of the closed expressions Ravna had seen on the stairs. Heida pulled over extra chairs and waved them to sit down.

As they did so, the bartender's roving member was already bringing out more beer. Ravna glanced around the table, taking in just who was here. Ten kids-no. Ten adults. Jefri and Heida might be the youngest here. None of these were parents yet, though there was one recently married couple.

Johanna snagged a beer. She raised it to Heida in a mock salute. "So now that the secret police are here, consider yourselves under interrogation. What are you miscreants up to?"

"Oh, the usual mayhem." But then Heida was out of clever responses. That could be a blessing. When Heida babbled, things could get marvelously embarrassing. There had been that mock adultery claim about Tami and Wilm-which then turned out to be essentially true. "We were just, you know, speculating about the Disaster Study Group."

"Ah." Johanna settled her beer back on the table.

"What's that?" said Ravna. "It sounds terribly official. And I thought I was into all the terribly official things around here."

"Well, that's only because-" began Heida, but one of the other girls, Elspa Latterby, stepped on her wit: "It's just three big words covering up a lot of wishful thinking." No one else said anything. After a moment, Elspa shrugged and continued, "You see, Ma'am-"

"Please, Elspa, call me Ravna." Oops, I always say that, and some, like Elspa, always forget.

"Sure, Ravna. Y'see, the thing is, well, you and the Tines have done your best to stand in for our parents. I know how much Woodcarver and Flenser-Tyrathect have spent on our academy. And now we're doing our best to make something of ourselves-in this world. Some of us, the very youngest, are quite happy." A smile flickered on her face. "My little sister has Beasly and human playmates. She has me-and she doesn't remember our folks very well. To Geri, this seems like a wonderful place."