“Well? Why can’t we?”
He sighed. “Because she can’t. Like I said, she’s trapped. Stuck. All those vows are in her by witch-magic. You go into Flux, you get witched, and it sticks. She’s been trying to get me there. Says she can ease my tired bones, make me young again. I’ll join the Church before I go into that mess of stuff. Never know what’ll happen to you. Look at her. She’s got to be Sister Kasdi, live like a saint, look like Hell. You seen the pictures. She sure looks closer to the age my wife would be if she’d lived than my daughter. Flux sure did nothing for her.”
“But she can disguise herself from me.”
He nodded. “And only for that, she says. She’s got all that power, and she’s witched so she can’t use any of it for herself. She’s allowed to change for here only because you need it to protect you.”
“Protect me from whom? What?”
“From her enemies. She’s got a million of ’em, some right here in Anchor Logh. They’d hurt you just because they know it’d hurt her.”
It was Spirit’s turn to sigh. “So I’m as stuck as she is. More, because they can’t really touch her. I’m not powerful. They could do anything they want with me.”
He nodded. “You’re stuck, I agree, but not so bad. You don’t have to sleep in straw and eat slop. You stay here in Anchor Logh and live the rest of your life. Thought about what you’re going to do?”
She shrugged. “Thought about it, yeah—but not much more. I’m sure not ready to settle down, get married, have kids. Not now. I don’t have the smarts or the patience for university, but I don’t have the talent for a trade with any future. I’m just not ready yet.”
“Ready for what? To grow up? You already did, no matter what. Nobody ever wants to grow up, and nobody’s ever ready. In the old days you had no choice at all. You became what they told you or they threw you into slavery. You have more choice now, and slavery’s only for criminals, but it’s still the same. If you don’t pick, they’ll do the picking. What are you good at that you really like?”
She thought a moment. “Sports. Dancing. Not much else.”
“Well, think about teaching gym maybe. Or maybe dancing—no, I guess that’s out. You’d have to travel in Flux to be with dancers that make any money. The only kind of job like that here is on Main Street, and that kind of dancing is no good life.”
She grinned. “It sure would give my mother fits, though, wouldn’t it? Both of ’em.”
“You’d never get anywhere in the joints. Every time somebody made a play for you, your grandfather would be beside ’em with a shotgun.”
As much as it was irritating, the comment nonetheless warmed her. She suddenly had a real family now, and at least one who cared.
“There’s no question,” the woman agent told her boss. “In fact, once you find her, everything just falls logically into place. Even the name—Spirit. And on the same farm, in the same family! She’s not much at concealment, is she?”
The man facing her took a swallow of beer and shrugged. “No need. You’ve been too deep in cover too long. The records were well doctored, so there was no clue there. The people involved all had their minds voluntarily meddled in to back up the phony story. After that, why not put her where you can keep an eye on her and have people around you can trust? I mean, even if we suspected that our enemy’s child lived, which we always did—that kid’s stillbirth was just too convenient to believe—we still had a world to search and thousands of suspects that right age. She’s physically matched to the family she’s with and with a convincing cover. There are hundreds more with stories just like hers.”
“Yes, but—”
“Hey!” he cut her off. “Look, remember—it took us all these years. That’s pretty good. These things always look easier in hindsight. That’s no longer the problem. Tell me—how did you do it?”
“It was the Janise disguise. She was never there. Never. But when Sister Kasdi went on retreat, suddenly Janise was packing her bags to leave—and always here. It was simple to follow her from that point.”
“Well, we might be suspicious of Sister Janise, but she also could be any one of a lot of other unpleasant folks needing a cover. We just timed it perfectly, though, dropping that story that we were on the trail of Kasdi’s daughter through that sidebar stringer stopping at Globbus just before ordination. We set the trap and watched her get the news, then were ready because she had to go through ordination, so the time was known. Then she did the predictable—rushed to check on her daughter as soon as she could. The same as somebody carrying a lot of money will always check their wallets and tell a good thief exactly where the wallet’s hidden. You were one of many we had staked out all around, following every red herring. Now it’s time to plan our next move.”
“I spent two years in that hole eating shit,” the agent reminded him. “Now I expect a big payoff.”
He gave a low chuckle and drained his glass. “You have no Flux power,” he reminded her. “You were homely and pushing fifty when we offered you this job. We made you sixteen again. That’s a pretty good deal for two years you otherwise didn’t have, and they even improved your looks. What other kind of payment do you expect?”
“You can’t know what I went through for you!” she spat. “The humiliation, the hard conditions, the constant acting. No sex, no freedom, lousy food. Nothing you can give me would be enough payment.”
“But you’ll accept it anyway,” he said sarcastically.
“You bet I will! I want all the things I didn’t have, all the things I never had. I want to be gorgeous. I want men lusting after me. I want never to have to worry about anything again!”
He thought a moment. “And in Anchor, I presume?”
“Of course! This is no place for somebody without the power.”
“O.K. I’ve got just the thing.” He made an idle gesture with his left hand and she froze, unable to move. “You know too much and you could blow too much, but we do owe you for services rendered, and what you want is easy.” He wove the mathematical spells idly in his mind and sent them to her as forms of binding energy. “First we’ll erase the last three years from your memory completely—that’ll cover all your contacts with us. We’ll make life before that fairly muddy, not clear or important to you. We’ll give you a face and body that every red-blooded male wants, and we’ll bind your personality to total passivity, so you’ll be happy to give ’em what they want. Then we’ll constrict your usable I.Q. to maybe half its potential, so you’ll have a one-track mind that’s ruled by your body and your needs. You’ll giggle a lot, but you won’t think beyond the moment. And maybe a new name that won’t trigger any of those old memories. ‘Honey,’ because it fits.” He snapped his fingers and the spell was cast.
As was the case with master wizards, the effect was instantaneous. One moment the plain-looking Mahta had stood there; now a voluptuous but stupid young woman shook her head as if waking up from a dream and then looked dully around, puzzled.
“Hi!” he said pleasantly. “What’s your name?”
“Honey,” she answered in a very sexy voice.
“Well, hello, Honey. What do you do for a living?”
“I make men happy,” she told him, cozying up. “Can I make you happy?”
“You sure can,” responded cheerfully. “And when you do, I got a friend who owns a place in Anchor Logh where you can make lots of men happy night after night.”
The first problem was solved. Now go on to the next phase.
It was Holy Day, although that didn’t mean very much to Spirit this time. The portrait of Sister Kasdi in the vestibule, which had always seemed so comforting, now seemed rather silly and out of place. No longer the Reformed Church, or just the Church, but “My Mother’s Church,” she thought a bit sourly. Still, she had gone as always, for social pressure was pretty strong in a small place like Anchor Logh and particularly on the farm and in the riding. She wondered how her grandfather had managed to escape for so many years.