“Tremon and Lacoch you know,” Morah said pleasantly, “and the others are either associates of theirs or aides of the Four Lords like Kunser. Communications, coordination, and a subsidiary meeting room with visual facilities have been set up on the level below us. It’s all ready, Mr. Carroll.”
Tremon and Lacoch both shook their heads at that. “Mr. Who?” Lacoch muttered, but did not press the matter. He looked over at two others near them and smiled and bowed slightly. “Darva and Dylan. Charmed.” The two women stared back at him in puzzlement. He looked over at Tremon. “No Ti?”
Tremon looked a little stunned. “So it did work!”
“Better than you could ever know,” he responded softly, then turned to Morah. “I’ll give your techs the codes to open everything to the Council so they can make the proper checks and set up a time. I’m not sure how many on the Council we managed to get together but it’ll be a working majority. Then I’d like to meet privately with my three former operatives, if that’s possible, and separately with you, Doctor. Then 111 go down with you to meet the Altavar, Morah, and we can get started.”
Morah looked a little uncomfortable. “Um, I believe all that can be arranged, but I would recommend eating before going down to meet the Altavar. Lord Ypsir has invited you to dine with him in his private suite above us.” He paused a moment. “Nothing says you have to accept, you know.”
He thought about it “Does he know the full extent of who and what I am?”
“No. I thought it would be … judicious not to tell him. And although he has this whole place wired up, my own people are controlling everything there.”
“I thank you for that. In that case, I’ll accept his invitation. Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be a good boy.”
Morah thought a moment, then nodded. “Very well. I will so inform him. It is now—let’s see, 1720. Give me the comcode and I will see to the checks with my people, and also arrange for you not to be disturbed in the meeting room until… shall we say, 1900? We’ll set your dinner date for then. After, or in the early morning, you can meet the Altavar. Shall we set negotiations to begin at, oh, ten hundred tomorrow morning? That will also give the Council plenty of time, and my men can hook up the Altavar and Council visuals. How does that sound?”
He nodded. “Excellent.” He turned to his counterparts. “You three want to come outside with me? I think we have some talking to do. Of course the ladies can come, too, if you wish.”
He stood there looking at them as they studied him. Tremon was still a big, muscular brute of a man, just as he remembered him, and Lacoch still had a somewhat reptilian cast to him, including a tail. Zhang was in the body of a young civilized worlder, and looked much like he did himself, although he was certainly physically older and felt ancient. He found it interesting that neither of the two with their ladies there had included them in on this reunion, although it saved making explanations.
“I assume we’re being totally bugged, so I won’t say anything I don’t want Morah to know,” he began. “I want to start by stating flatly that I was with you all the way on your worlds. I know you very well, and you know me.”
They were fascinated that, after all the different events that had happened to them, they found it difficult not to begin speaking at the same time, and one quite often could complete another’s statements.
Still, he let them get their resentment out, and, perhaps, their pride as well. Zhang pretty much said why he didn’t want Dylan in the room when he stated, “Hell, you were there, sort of, all the time. Every time we made love, you did it, too. That’s not an easy thing to face, or to explain to her.”
“Then don’t,” he suggested. “Let’s get this straight. We are all individuals. I am Mr. Carroll, for reasons only you three probably understand. You’re Tremon, and you’re Lacoch, and you’re Zhang. I think the easiest way to explain it to others is to explain it in more natural terms.”
They all nodded and said, as one, “Quadruplets.”
“Why not? It’s closer to the truth now, anyway. Have you all been briefed on the situation?”
They nodded, but he found they were still a bit sketchy and he filled in the details. It was surprising, once they got down to business, how quickly the anger and hurt and resentment vanished and they worked almost as a team. Finally, though, Lacoch asked the loaded question. “Where’s our man on Medusa?”
He sighed. “Three hits, one miss. Not a bad record.”
“Dead, then?”
He nodded. “Yes, dead. But his information was the clincher. Damn it, though, I’ll always feel guilty about that. After I got the report from you, Lacoch, on Charon, I had it pretty well down. If I had gone directly to Medusa at that time, instead of delaying as I did, he’d still be alive. It was that close.”
Tremon whistled. “You know, I think all of us hated your guts up until today. I know I did.” The others nodded understandingly. “But, with you here, in the middle of this shit, I think we got off lucky. Not the Medusan, of course, but the three of us, anyway. We’re the individuals, and we’re the free ones living our own lives. You got nothing, nobody, not even the Confederacy in a pinch, and you got all the crosses.”
“And yet you’ve really changed,” Lacoch put in, again getting nods. “We all sense it. Sure, we changed, but you were with all three of us and you still got the load. The big load. That’s, what this is all about, isn’t it?”
He grinned. “In a way, yes. If we never had this meeting, never had this talk, none of us would be really free of the others and you know it. Now you—all of you—are free and only I am not. If this all works out, I think the four of us will do very well indeed as … brothers. If not—well, who knows what will happen to any of us?”
They accepted that in silence for a moment. Finally Tremon said, “The Council will never bargain in good faith. You know that.”
He sighed. “Not yet they won’t. Not without the shedding of blood on both sides. I’m going to do my best, though, tomorrow, to put it together. We’ll see. At least you of all people understand my motives and loyalties.”
“I think we do,” they all said softly. The meeting broke up a little after that, and Dumonia was summoned to the conference room. The little man with the needless glasses and nervous ticks didn’t try to conceal his position of strength from him, but he was curious.
“You are really the original of all of them?”
He nodded. “If original is the right word. And I experienced all that they experienced, Doctor, but without any little memory tricks. You might tell me, though, how the hell you managed to erase yourself from Zhang’s mind. I thought any tinkering like that was damned near impossible with my—his—mind.”
Dumonia smiled. “And who do you think created many of those techniques in the first place?”
He sighed. “I wish you’d been on Ypsir’s satellite a couple of days ago. I assume that you’re behind the Opposition projects there?”
He nodded. “But what happened that you wished for me?”
Briefly, he told Dumonia and asked, “What’s your long-term prognosis?”
“Well, Jorgash is among the best I ever taught, if that’s any consolation, and your kind of mind is best for that procedure, but—and it is a big but—he would have to guess on your mental blocks and patterns where I would know. In any event, I would counsel you to think of Bul as dead, for dead he certainly is. I realize your guilt but I also know this Ypsir. He knows that you were Control for Bul, and that’s why you’ve been invited to dinner tonight. You should understand him, too, to an extent, and realize that if you had been in time to intercede, he would have accidentally on purpose done it anyway. The only real human being in Ypsir’s mental universe is himself. Everyone else is either a tool or an enemy authority. To the enemy authority—and to himself—he must continually prove that he is better, stronger, superior. You are the tool of that authority, the Confederacy, and, therefore, you represent it If I were you I would not go to dinner tonight.”