Blackout.

"We"re aware you"ll need time for additional prep," Badri said placatingly, "so we"ve moved the drop to Sat.u.r.day-"

"You"ve given me one extra day day? I"ll need at least two weeks. And now I suppose you can"t do that either."

"No, no, of course we can reschedule," Badri said, turning to the console, "but you"ll have to go with lab availability, and we"re extremely heavily booked. Let me see," he peered at the screen, "the fourteenth might work... no... it will be at least three weeks. I think you"d do better to shorten the prep time with implants. The lab can arrange for you to-"

"I"ve already had my limit. You"re only allowed three, and an L-and-A counts as two. And I had "Historical Events-1941," which will come in really really handy at Dunkirk." handy at Dunkirk."

"There"s no need for sarcasm," Badri said. "The lab can arrange for a waiver so you can have an additional-"

"I don"t want a waiver. I want you to change the order back the way it was."

"I"m afraid that"s impossible. And the next open date we have is May twenty-third, which will throw your other drops later. There"s a possibility we might be able to work you in sooner if there"s a cancellation, but-" The screen began blinking. "Sorry. This will have to wait."

"It can"t. I-"

"Linna," Badri said, ignoring him. "Retrieval."

The beeping became more insistent, and a faint shimmer appeared within the folds of the net. It brightened and spread, and Gerald Phipps was standing in the gauzy folds, pushing his spectacles up on his nose. "I told you there wouldn"t be any slippage," he said.

"None at all?" Badri asked.

"Nearly. Twenty-two minutes. It only took me two hours to arrange everything. I posted the letters, made my trunk call, took the-"

"What about your return?" Badri asked. "Did the drop open on time?"

"Not the first time, but there were boats on the river. They very likely kept it from opening." He walked over to the console. "When do I go through for my a.s.signment?"

"Friday at half past ten," Badri said, and he must not have changed his drop because Phipps nodded, said, "I"ll be here," and started for the door.

"I"m still waiting for you to tell me why you can"t change my drop back to Pearl Harbor," Michael said before Badri could turn to the console.

"You must be sent in the authorized order-"

"I beg your pardon, Badri," Linna interrupted. She was back on the phone. "What was the slippage on Phipps"s drop?"

"Twenty-two minutes," Badri said.

"Twenty-two minutes," she repeated into the phone.

"Okay, I"ll make you a deal," Michael said. "I"ll go to Dunkirk, and in exchange you send me to Pearl Harbor and the other sections I need the American accent for, and then to Salisbury and North Africa. Deal?"

Badri shook his head. "I can only send historians in the authorized order."

"Who did this authorizing?"

"Badri," Linna called, "did Phipps"s return drop open on schedule?"

"I"ll be there in a moment, Linna," Badri said, and the beeping started up again. "I have another historian coming through, Mr. Davies. Either you can go on Sat.u.r.day, or I can postpone your drop to May twenty-third, which will move your Pearl Harbor drop to-" he turned to the console-"the second of August, and your El Alamein drop to the twelfth of November."

At which rate it would take him two years to finish his project. "No," he said. "I"ll be ready by Sat.u.r.day." Somehow Somehow.

He went straight to Props to tell them he needed a press card, a pa.s.sport, and whatever other papers an American in England in 1940 needed, and that he had to have them by Thursday morning. When they told him that wasn"t possible, he told them to take it up with Dunworthy and went over to Wardrobe, where he was told they couldn"t measure him for a reporter"s costume until he"d returned the dress whites, and went back to his rooms to begin the impossible task of memorizing everything necessary for the a.s.signment.

He didn"t even know where to begin. He needed to find out who the civilian heroes of the evacuation had been, the names of their boats, when they"d arrived back in Dover, where the docks were and how to get access to them, where they"d gone after they got to Dover, where the train station was. And the hospital, in case the hero"d been injured. The list went on and on. And that was just so he could do his interviews. He also needed tons of background information on the evacuation and the war in general. And on local customs.

That was one good thing about having to be an American. It would give him an excuse for not knowing things. But he would still need to know what had happened during the months leading up to Dunkirk, especially since he was supposed to be a reporter.

First things first. He called up "Heroes of Dunkirk" and got to work, hoping Charles and Shakira wouldn"t suddenly arrive to practice the foxtrot. They didn"t, but Linna called. "Don"t tell me," he said. "You changed the order again."

"No, you"re still scheduled for the evacuation of Dunkirk, but we"re having difficulty finding a drop site. Every one we"ve tried is indicating probable slippage of from five to twelve days, and Badri was wondering if-"

"No, I can"t miss part of it, if that"s what you"re suggesting. The entire evacuation only lasted nine days. I have have to be there by May twenty-sixth." to be there by May twenty-sixth."

"Yes, we know that. We were just wondering if you had any suggestions for a site. You know the events in Dover better than we do. Badri thought you might be able to suggest a location that might work."

Nowhere near the docks obviously. And not the main part of town. It would be swarming with officers from the Admiralty and the Small Vessels Pool. "Have you tried the beach?" he asked.

"Yes. No luck."

"Try the beaches north and south of town," he suggested, though he doubted that would work either with so many boats around. And England had been expecting to be invaded; the beaches were likely to be fortified. Or mined. "Try something on the outskirts of Dover, and I"ll hitch a ride in to the docks. There"ll be plenty of cars headed that way." And if it was a military vehicle, it might solve his problem of how to get onto the docks.

But Badri called back two hours later to say that none of those had worked. "We need to go farther afield. I need a list from you of nearby villages and other possible sites," Badri said, which meant Mike had to spend the rest of the day in the Bodleian, poring over maps of 1940 England-looking for secluded spots within walking distance of Dover-instead of what he should be doing. At six he took the list to the lab, handed it to Badri (who was being shouted at by a guy in a doublet and tights whose schedule had been changed), and went back to the Bodleian to work on his heroes.

There were almost too many to choose from. In reality, every one of the solicitors and City bankers and other weekend sailors had been a hero to take their unarmed pleasure yachts and sailboats and skiffs into enemy fire, many of them making multiple trips.

But some had performed acts of extraordinary bravery-the badly injured petty officer who"d held off six Messerschmitts with a machine gun while the troops boarded; the accountant who"d ferried load after load of soldiers out to the Jutland Jutland under heavy fire; George Crowther, who"d given up his chance at rescue to stay and help the ship"s surgeon on the under heavy fire; George Crowther, who"d given up his chance at rescue to stay and help the ship"s surgeon on the Bideford; Bideford; the retired Charles Lightoller, who, not content with already having been a hero on the the retired Charles Lightoller, who, not content with already having been a hero on the t.i.tanic t.i.tanic, had taken his weekend cruiser over and brought back 130 soldiers.

But not all of them had come back to Dover. Some had gone to Ramsgate instead; some had come back on a different boat than the one they took over-Sub-Lieutenant Chodzko had gone over on the Little Ann Little Ann and come home on the and come home on the Yorkshire La.s.s- Yorkshire La.s.s-and one fishing boat captain had had three boats shot out from under him. And some hadn"t come back at all. And for the ones who had had returned to Dover, there were almost no details about which pier they"d docked at or when. Which meant he"d better have a bunch of backup heroes in case he couldn"t find the ones he wanted to interview. returned to Dover, there were almost no details about which pier they"d docked at or when. Which meant he"d better have a bunch of backup heroes in case he couldn"t find the ones he wanted to interview.

It took him all night. As soon as Wardrobe opened in the morning, he took his dress whites back and had them measure him for whatever the h.e.l.l it was American World War II reporters wore, and then went back to Balliol to start in on the Dover research. Charles, attired in tennis whites, was just coming out the door. "The lab phoned. You"re to ring them back."

"Did they say if they"d found a drop site?"

"No. I"m off to prep for Singapore. The colonials spent all their time playing tennis." He waved his racket at Michael and left.

Michael called the lab. "I can"t find anything within a five-mile radius of Dover that will open before June sixth," Badri said. "I"m going to try London. You could take the train to Dover."

And what if you can"t find a drop site in London either? Mike wondered. That would mean the problem wasn"t just finding a spot where n.o.body would see him come through-it was the evacuation itself. History was full of divergence points n.o.body could get anywhere near-from Archduke Ferdinand"s a.s.sa.s.sination to the battle of Trafalgar. Events so critical and so volatile that the introduction of a single variable-such as a time traveler-could change the outcome. And alter the entire course of history. Mike wondered. That would mean the problem wasn"t just finding a spot where n.o.body would see him come through-it was the evacuation itself. History was full of divergence points n.o.body could get anywhere near-from Archduke Ferdinand"s a.s.sa.s.sination to the battle of Trafalgar. Events so critical and so volatile that the introduction of a single variable-such as a time traveler-could change the outcome. And alter the entire course of history.

He"d known Dunkirk was one of them; Oxford had been trying and failing to get to it for years. But he hadn"t expected Dover to be one. If it was, there went one whole chunk of his a.s.signment. On the other hand, it would mean he could go to Pearl Harbor, which he was actually ready for. And if Dover wasn"t a divergence point, this delay gave him more time to prep. And more things he needed to learn. Such as which London station the trains to Dover left from and when. And he still had the overview of the evacuation to do. And the war. And everything else. In three days. On no sleep.

He wished he wasn"t limited to a single implant. He could use half a dozen. He narrowed it down to the events of 1940, the events in Dunkirk, and a list of the small craft that had partic.i.p.ated, decided he"d pick when he got to Research, and went over there.

The tech shook her head. "If you"re going as a reporter, you"ll need to know how to use a 1940s telephone. To file your stories," she said. "And a typewriter."

Michael wasn"t going to file any stories. All he was going to do was interview people, but if he did end up in a situation where he had to type something, that kind of ignorance could blow his cover, and there"d been n.a.z.i spies in England in 1940. He didn"t want to spend the evacuation in jail.

He went over to Props and borrowed a typewriter to see if he could fake it, but he couldn"t even figure out how to get the paper in it. He went back to Research, talked the tech into putting an abridged version of typewriter skills and Dunkirk events in the same subliminal, had it, and dragged back to his rooms to get some sleep and then memorize everything else.

Charles was there, attired in a dinner jacket and practicing putts on the carpet. "Don"t tell me," Mike said. "The colonials spent all their time playing golf."

"Yes," Charles said, lining up his putt. "That is, when they weren"t taking telephone messages for their roommates."

"The lab called?"

"No, Props. They said to tell you they can"t have your papers ready till next Tuesday."

"Next Tuesday?" Mike bellowed. He called, told them in no uncertain terms that he had to have them by Friday at the latest, and slammed down the phone. It rang again immediately.

It was Linna. "Good news," she said. "We"ve found you a drop site."

Which meant Dover wasn"t a divergence point after all. Thank G.o.d. "Where is it?" he asked. "In London?"

"No, it"s just north of Dover, six miles from the docks. But there"s a problem. Mr. Dunworthy wanted to move one of the retrieval times up, so we gave them your Sat.u.r.day slot."

Great, Michael thought. This"ll give me a couple of extra days. I"ll be able to memorize that list of small craft. And get some more sleep This"ll give me a couple of extra days. I"ll be able to memorize that list of small craft. And get some more sleep. "What day did you move it back to?"

"Not back," she said, "forward. You go through Thursday afternoon-tomorrow-at half past three."

To the Trenches[image] -SIGN IN LONDON, 1940 -SIGN IN LONDON, 1940

Oxford-April 2060

"IN TWO DAYS?" EILEEN SAID, LOOKING OVER LINNA"S shoulder at her console in the lab. She"d gone to see Mr. Dunworthy as soon as she came through from Backbury and then come back to the lab to schedule her return. "But I need to learn to drive. What about next week?" shoulder at her console in the lab. She"d gone to see Mr. Dunworthy as soon as she came through from Backbury and then come back to the lab to schedule her return. "But I need to learn to drive. What about next week?"

Linna called up another schedule. "No, I"m sorry, we haven"t anything then either."

"But I can"t possibly learn to drive in two days. What about the week after next?"

Linna shook her head. "That"s even worse. We"re totally swamped. Mr. Dunworthy"s ordered all these schedule changes-"

"Were they ones historians requested?" Eileen asked. Perhaps if she asked Mr. Dunworthy- "No," Linna said, "and they"re all absolutely furious, which is something else else the lab"s had to deal with. I"ve done nothing but-" The telephone rang. "Sorry." She crossed the lab to answer the phone next to the console. "Hullo? Yes, I know you were scheduled to go to the Reign of Terror first-" the lab"s had to deal with. I"ve done nothing but-" The telephone rang. "Sorry." She crossed the lab to answer the phone next to the console. "Hullo? Yes, I know you were scheduled to go to the Reign of Terror first-"

The door of the lab opened and Gerald Phipps came in. Oh, no Oh, no, Eileen thought, just what I need just what I need. Gerald was the most tiresome person she knew. "Where"s Badri?" he demanded.

"He"s not here," Eileen said, "and Linna"s on the phone."

"I suppose they"ve changed your date of departure as well," he said, waving a printout at her. "Is this for that silly VE-Day a.s.signment you"re always on about?"

No, I"m not going to VE-Day. Not unless I can persuade Mr. Dunworthy to change his mind change his mind. Which seemed unlikely. When she went to see him, he"d refused not only to let her go, but to even listen to her worries about her evacuees all returning to London.

"No," she said stiffly to Gerald. "I"m observing World War II evacuees."

He laughed. "Are that and VE-Day the most exciting a.s.signments you could think of?" he asked, and for a moment she actually wished Alf and Binnie were there to set him on fire.

"The lab rescheduled your departure date?" she asked to change the subject.

"Yes," he said, glancing impatiently over at Linna, who was still on the phone.

"No, I know you were supposed to do the storming of the Bastille first-" Linna said.

"But it can"t be changed," Gerald said. "I"ve already been through and made all the arrangements. And got my costume from Wardrobe. If my arrival"s changed from August, I"ll need a whole new suit of clothes. I"m certain when I explain the circ.u.mstances, they"ll change it back. This isn"t an ordinary a.s.signment where one can waltz in anytime. It was difficult enough getting it set up in the first place." He launched into a long explanation of where he was going and the preparations he"d made.

Eileen only half listened. It was obvious he"d pounce on Linna the moment she got off the phone, and by the time he finished shouting at her and Eileen got to speak to her, Linna would be in no mood to move another departure date. And in the meantime, her two days were ticking away, and she hadn"t even been to Oriel yet to sign up for lessons with Transport. "I think I"d best come back later," she interrupted Gerald to say, and started for the door.

"Oh, but I thought we could get together after this, and I could-"

Tell me more about your a.s.signment? No, thank you. "I"m afraid I can"t. I"m going back almost immediately."

"Oh, too bad. I say, will you still be there in August? I could take the train up to-where is it you are?"

"Warwickshire."

"Up to Warwickshire some weekend to brighten your existence with tales of my derring-do."

I can imagine. "No, I"m afraid I come back at the beginning of May." Thank goodness Thank goodness. She waved to Linna and walked quickly out of the lab before he could propose anything else. First the Hodbins and now Gerald First the Hodbins and now Gerald, she thought, stopping outside the door to put on her coat and gloves.

But this wasn"t February, it was April, and a lovely day. Linna"d said rain was forecast for late this afternoon, but for now it was warm. She took her coat off as she walked. That was the most difficult thing about time travel, remembering where and when one was. She"d forgotten she wasn"t still a servant and called Linna "ma"am" twice, and now she kept looking nervously behind her to make certain Alf and Binnie weren"t following her. She reached the High, stepped into the street, and was nearly hit by a bicycle whizzing past.

You"re in Oxford, she told herself, stepping hastily back up on the curb, not Backbury not Backbury. She crossed the street, looking both ways this time, and started along the sunlit High, suddenly jubilant. You"re in Oxford. There"s no blackout, no rationing, no Lady Caroline, no Hodbins- You"re in Oxford. There"s no blackout, no rationing, no Lady Caroline, no Hodbins- "Merope!" someone shouted. She turned around. It was Polly Churchill. "I"ve been calling to you all the way down the street," Polly said breathlessly as she caught up to her. "Didn"t you hear me?"

"No... I mean, yes... I mean, I didn"t realize you were calling me at first. I"ve been trying so hard to think of myself as Eileen O"Reilly these last months, I don"t even recognize my own name anymore. I had to have an Irish name because of my posing as a maid-"

"And your red hair," Polly said.

"Yes, and Eileen is all anyone"s called me in months. I"ve practically forgotten my name is Merope, though I suppose that"s better than forgetting one"s cover name, which is what I kept doing the first week I was in Backbury, and on my very first a.s.signment! How do you manage to remember your cover names?"

"I"m lucky. Unlike your Christian name, mine"s been around for a good part of history, and I can always use it or one of its many nicknames. I can sometimes even use my last name. When I can"t-Churchill"s not really an option for World War II-I use Shakespeare."

"Polly Shakespeare?"

"No," Polly said, laughing. "Names "Names from Shakespeare. I had the plays implanted when I did that sixteenth-century a.s.signment, and they"re full of names. Especially the history plays, though for the Blitz it"s going to be from Shakespeare. I had the plays implanted when I did that sixteenth-century a.s.signment, and they"re full of names. Especially the history plays, though for the Blitz it"s going to be Twelfth Night Twelfth Night. I"ll be Polly Sebastian."

"I thought you"d already gone to the Blitz."

"No, not yet. The lab"s had difficulty finding me a drop site that met all of Mr. Dunworthy"s requirements. He"s such a fusspot. So, since it"s a mult.i.time project, I did one of the other parts first. I only just got back yesterday."

Eileen nodded. She remembered Polly having said something about observing the World War I zeppelin attacks on London.

"I"m on my way to Balliol to report in to Mr. Dunworthy," Polly said. "Is that where you"re going?"

"No, I must go to Oriel."