"Does anybody else hear what Rosa hears?" Martin asked.

Five Wendys and two Lost Boys, Rex included, raised their hands. Jeanette said, "I don't hear the words myself, but I see the truth."

Others agreed with Jeanette.

"We won't punish the innocent," Rosa said. "Revenge is the straight road to spirit death. We cannot carry out the Law if the Law is cruel and wrong."

Martin could not think of a wise and circumspect method of dealing with Rosa now. "You've done this before," he began, conflicting impulses making the words thick in his mouth. He swallowed and held out his hands as if he might grab someone's neck. "Rosa, there's real danger here. You could tear this crew apart. You say you're talking to God—"

"I never said that," Rosa interrupted.

"You say you have direct access to the truth. That makes you… what, the fount of all knowledge, we have to come to youto be told what to do?"

"Better me than Hans," Rosa said.

"You want to take away everything we've worked for, everything we've devoted our lives to—"

"If it's wrong, it's wrong."

"But where's your evidence, Rosa? Divine authority?"

"That's enough for us," Jeanette said. "It makes more sense than you do."

"Are you all willing to throw in with… divine authority? Hand everything, your grief and your… will power, your self-respect, everything, to Rosa!"

Kai Khosrau said, "We're tired, Martin. Revenge is useless."

"Revenge against the innocent is evil," Jacob Dead Sea said. Attila Carpathia, Terry Loblolly, Alexis Baikal, and Drusilla Norway all nodded, looked to each other for support and confirmation, some with expressions of beatific obedience, human sheep having given up their higher selves.

Rosa had eaten them.

She had once come close to eating Martin. He shivered and wondered what would have happened had he tipped, had he undergone a conversion to Rosa's faith; would he be with them now, working to undermine the Job, to protest the enactment of the Law?

"It is not up to you alone to judge innocence or guilt," Martin said. "The crews make that judgment."

"We've judged already," Rosa said. "We will not abide by what others say."

"We can't afford to lose you," Martin said, realizing that he would lose this confrontation; that Rosa for the time being was stronger.

"You've lost us already," Kai Khosrau said. "What can you do about it—lock us up?"

"Lock us all up," Rex said. "At least you'll keep us away from the Brothers."

"None of us will have contact with the Brothers," Rosa said. "There will be—"

"What is this, a list of demands?" Martin asked.

"You listen to her," Rex said in his most threatening tone. Rosa lifted her hand.

"A list of facts," she said quietly, firmly. "We are autonomous now. We make our own rules. We will live apart, and have no contact with the Brothers. There are places in this ship where we can live apart, without hindering anybody."

"You won't prevent others from coming to us," Jeanette said.

"Anyone who needs to join us must be free to do so," Rosa said.

"No Brothers," Rex said. "We stick with each other." Kai Khosrau nodded.

"The family is dissolved," Rosa said. "Our new family is born."

Martin reported to Hans alone in his quarters. The vases and dead flowers had been removed, as well as the second pad. Hans lay in his net, arms behind his head, eyes closed tightly, wrinkles forming at their corners. "She's got me in check," he said gloomily. "I'm open to suggestions. Everything I've done this far has turned to shit. We don't have time to set up a tribunal. We split tomorrow—and who's going to take them? Kai had volunteered to go on the Trojan Horse."

"And Terry Loblolly," Martin added.

"We can get two to replace them, easily enough," Hans said.

"They won't work with me Brothers. They have to be isolated," Martin said.

Hans looked at Martin with an expression Martin might once have characterized as shrewd, but now realized was defensive. Hans could not look frightened; it was not in his repertoire, hadn't been since he was a child, since Earth's death perhaps. What that took from all of us; bits of ourselves, our flexibility, our nature.

"I could resign," Hans said. "I wish I could."

"Jeanette would suggest that Rosa take your place," Martin said.

"Then she could deal with herself. What would the moms do, I wonder? I mean, if we just stood down and refused to enact the Law. Would they drop us into space for being cowards? "

Martin didn't answer.

"Is this what happened to the death ship? They just ate themselves up, no fight left for the enemy? Jesus, I didn't expect this."

The narrowed eyes, the shrewd expression; not just defensiveness, Martin saw. Hans seemed expectant.

"Whatever happens, it will have to be fast," Hans said.

"You're Pan," Martin said.

Hans looked up at Martin and pulled himself from the net. "You're telling me Pans do what they must," he said. "I'm telling you, I'm open to suggestions."

Paralysis.

"If you give up, Rosa wins."

"Be a lot easier just to rush into her motherly arms, wouldn't it?" Hans said, crossing his legs and flopping back on the pad. "Let it all go. Slick the Job. Slick the Law. Just grab for whatever youth we have left. Gott mit uns." Hans gave him a fey smile. "You think I'm pretty ignorant, don't you? Not nearly as well-read as you or Erin or Jennifer or Giacomo. But I've studied my share of history. Frankly, it's depressing as all hell, Martin. Just one long series of blunders and recoveries from blunders. Blindness and death. Now it's on a universal scale."

"You've done some startling things since you've been Pan," Martin said. "I know you're not stupid."

"That's some satisfaction. Truth is, I feel I march in your shadow. The crew judges me against your standard. That's why I asked you to be second when Rex wasn't making the grade. So it's good to know I can still surprise you."

Martin shook his head. "We're still not solving our problem," he said.

"Time wounds all heels," Hans said, his tone suddenly light. "One step at a time, am I right?"

"None of the planets around Leviathan seem affected by the explosion of Wormwood," Giacomo said, "but if Trojan Horsedoesn't show some damage, I think they'll have reason to be suspicious. We'll come in broadcasting a distress signal."

"On radio?" Hans asked.

"Why not?" Giacomo said. "We're innocents, unseasoned voyagers, right?"

Hans grinned and acknowledged that much. "Will we use the noach to talk to each other?"

Giacomo looked to Jennifer, then to Martin. "I don't see why not. Secretly, of course."

"Noach can't be detected between transmitter and receiver. No channel, right?" Jennifer said.

"The ships should be close enough part of the time," Martin said.

Giacomo projected the orbits of the three vessels. " Shrikewill be out of touch with Trojan Horse, beyond the ten-billion-kilometer range, for about four tendays, just when Trojan Horsegoes into orbit around the green world. Greyhoundand Trojan Horsewill be out of touch for about a month, unless we arrange for a remote to act as relay."