“But—” mentally, belatedly, objected Gosseyn Three. “Don’t you think we should first?—”
He stopped. A thought had come, awareness of the beginning of difference between himself and Gosseyn Two. Obviously, since his Alter Ego and he were at different locations, they had different problems. The concerns at one location did not communicate its full impact to the Gosseyn at the other location.
It was a thought with a significant implication:… In terms of experience we’re going in different directions, moment by moment. Soon, we will not be duplicates, one of the other—
No time to think about it now. There were too many things to do. Hastily, Gosseyn addressed the new arrivals: “The emperor’s mother will be here any moment. Please go in there—” he pointed to an alcove that led to a door that he had merely noticed earlier; he had no idea where it went. He finished, “Give me time to explain to the lady what—”
They were quick. Even the mighty Enro, ruler of the Greatest Empire, after a word or two from his sister in his own language, merely smiled cynically, and then followed the others out of Gosseyn’s line of vision.
If several moments passed after they had disappeared from sight, the passage of time was not recorded in Gosseyn Three’s awareness. It seemed as if the newcomers were still in the act of departing when, behind him, there was a click. And when he turned, the bedroom door was opening, and at once the emperor’s mother emerged.
Abruptly, it was evident why there had been a delay in her appearance. She had put on a filmy gown; and the overall effect was of bluish fluffiness. Before Gosseyn Three could really examine the new clothing, the woman said, “I’ve called Breemeg. He will take you back to your Palomar.”
It seemed to be a moment for rapid—not truth but—preparation for truth. Gosseyn said, “Madam, as no doubt has been reported to you, on awakening I found myself in mental communication with someone who looks exactly like me, who at this moment is approximately eighteen thousand light-years from here—”
The woman was nodding. Her manner and expression were serious, as she said with a small frown: “Everything that has happened, including the way of your arrival, has been very strange.”
Gosseyn continued earnestly, “It’s a long story. But there’s no personal threat in it to anyone. However, that communication with my Alter Ego occurred at a time when he had several important persons with him—important in this area of space; and they would like to come here and talk to you and to your military and scientific personnel.”
The woman said, “I’m sure it has to be possible. We are here in an isolated condition. One big ship, one hundred and seventy-eight thousand men, and one boy and one woman.”
She added anxiously, “It may be that it will become apparent to some of the bolder spirits aboard this warship that old rules and old loyalties no longer apply.” She broke off: “Tell me, in an emergency what exactly could these associates of yours do?”
It seemed to be the moment—if there ever could be one. The man braced himself, and said, “Your permission has been mentally overheard, and your authority accepted—and so here they are.”
With that, he gestured toward the alcove. And, though what he had said was a lie, it was surely better that she had now had some advance warning.
As it was, her eyes widened. And she took a single step backward. At which, somehow, his reassurance must have braced her. For she stood, then, silent, as the two women and four men walked into the room.
Something of the shock, nevertheless, remained. “Eighteen thousand light-years,” she whispered. “Instantly.” Gosseyn said, “How do you think your ship got here? From an even greater distance. And also instantly?”
All these moments he had been noticing that the frilly clothes were exactly what she should be wearing for a man whose memories seemed to have derived from earth. So now he spoke softly, “You’re very beautiful. You’ll be all right.”
CHAPTER 10
Gosseyn Three stood gazing at the group. And they stared back at him.
On one level it seemed to one of the thoughts Gosseyn had that what he was looking at was not too unusual an assortment of human beings—except for Enro. Five of the individuals were normal sized men and women, who could be trusted to be law-abiding. They would never cause trouble of their own volition.
… But—standing with them, tall, and big, and cynical even in the way he held himself, was Enro. Enro, the emperor-king of the Greatest Empire, who shrank at nothing. He had a fleet out there in the distances with as many ships in it as this Dzan battleship had men.
What was Enro doing here, with that flaming red hair and flaming murderous soul, accompanying his wonderful sister and her peaceful friends. Enro, the killer, the lusting ruler—Good God!…
The pictures that came through, now that Gosseyn Three was consulting the duplicate—triplicate—Gosseyn memory, were so numerous and so horrendous that—
With an almost physical effort, Gosseyn Three ended the useless train of thought. For it was suddenly apparent from what was in his mind from his faraway Alter Ego, that Gosseyn Two did not know the Great Man’s motivation either.
… He suddenly contacted his sister—came the mental message from Gosseyn Two—and since he wanted to come alone, everyone suddenly felt hope—
Enro had been the one who most desired to be transmitted to the Dzan ship.
A mystery! There he stood, tall, sardonic, bearing a small facial resemblance to his sister. But otherwise, a strange, dangerous person. No reasonable deduction as to what he hoped to gain by coming here was possible with the data at hand, except—
Watch out!
Worse, there was no time, really, to consider, or even inquire from the man himself. Breemeg was coming, bringing with him all of that madness.
Gosseyn turned toward the emperor’s mother, and asked, “Madam, is there any place we can hide these people until we can decide what to do, and who they should talk to?”
The beautiful face relaxed into a smile. “Through that alcove.” She pointed to where he had briefly hidden them. “There’s a door there which leads to a rather large apartment with many bedrooms.” She explained: “We use it when Enin and I have relatives as guests.”
It certainly seemed like the ideal interim solution. The entire problem temporarily solved by another whole set of rooms, where the six could wait until necessary preliminary arrangements were made.
… I’ll go there with them, take a “photograph” of the floor, and join them there in the event of a threat—How’s that, Gosseyn Two?
The distant Alter Ego replied mentally: Sounds like a good back-up idea. I supposed that since I transmitted them there I could also return them here—The voice in his mind from that enormous distance abruptly changed the subject: “… But I’d better caution you. As you have undoubtedly recorded, when I was twenty-decimaling back and forth in my efforts to handle Secoh the Follower and Enro the Red, the extra-brain progressively extended its ability to follow for longer and longer periods the changes in the various ‘photographed’ areas to which I transmitted myself. We may have a similar extended connection with some area in that other galaxy; and since that, so to say, kicked back on you, I suggest that you watch the twenty decimal process inside your head. If there’s any automatic process at all, put your attention at once on some nearby ‘photographed’ location. If you do that each time, it could be that presently the connection with the remote area will come under control.”