Tinker.

"Drop the guns!" the EIA or EIA look-a-likes shouted. "You"re not doing anything until we see proper identification and clearance papers."

Tinker bolted through the door.

Behind her, Durrack didn"t seem to notice she had fled. "This is code black!"

Nor had the EIA. "I don"t give diddly what color it is. This is Elfhome!"

After thoroughly losing herself, she slid through a door and discovered she was at a dead end in an empty patient room. She could hear booted feet echoing through the halls, rapidly approaching her, cutting off other possible exits.

Hiding looked like her only course. Other than the bed, nightstand, and guest chair, the only piece of furniture was a large wardrobe. She opened the door and found that the bottom was taken up with drawers. What kind of wardrobe was this? The upper part was one tall shelf, about the size of a dress shirt. Oh well! She scrambled up onto the shelf and closed the door with her fingernails.

The pounding of her heart covered all sound until someone entered the room in long booted strides. The footsteps continued straight to the wardrobe. The door opened, and Derek Maynard studied her. Hovering over his shoulder was a locate spell.

"There are times I hate magic," Tinker sulked, remaining tucked on the top shelf.

"You are a hard girl to keep pinned down." Maynard motioned her out.

"Unfortunately, not hard enough." She reluctantly unfolded and swung down off the shelf.

Maynard reached into his pocket and produced a bright yellow rectangle. "Gum?"

"I"ve been told not to take candy from strangers."

He raised one eyebrow, as if saying "Get real" or "How wise" or something truly witty. Tinker supposed that was one of the benefits of keeping one"s mouth shut-people made up better dialogue for you than you yourself could imagine. Then again, the trick would never work for her; she couldn"t stay quiet. She scowled at him and took the offered piece.

The gum filled her mouth with sweetness, and ran counter to her banging heart.

"Juicy Fruit," She identified the brand. "They say that elves love this stuff."

"Juicy Fruit and peanut b.u.t.ter." Maynard unwrapped a piece for himself. "I have always wondered if it"s a cultural thing or something more genetically based. G.o.ds know there are human cultures that have weirder tastes."

She shrugged, not knowing or caring. Why were they standing there trading inane remarks? If Maynard had tracked her down, did it mean that he was going to turn her over to the NSA and correct all their misconceptions? Maynard had been studying her while making what seemed to be a deliberate show of chewing the gum. He reached out now to rub the triangular mark between her eyebrows.

"Where did this come from?"

"Windwolf." She jerked her head away. It occurred to her that if any human knew what it was, Maynard would. "What does it mean?"

"The elves run a rigid caste system, but sometimes a high-ranked elf can elevate a lower-rank elf. He marks them with a dau dau." Maynard tapped her forehead again. "And they become part of his caste, with all rights and privileges."

"Why"d Windwolf do it to me?"

"Why didn"t you ask him at the time?"

"I didn"t notice the mark until after he left. I haven"t seen him since."

"Ah," Maynard murmured, and nothing more.

He had been dealing with elves too long. Maynard was nearly as obscure as they were. It seemed as if they would spend all day simply chewing gum.

"So, are you going to turn me over to the NSA?"

"Can"t," Maynard said.

"Can"t? Won"t? Shan"t?"

"By the rules of the treaty, no elf of any caste can be moved to Earth by any human agency for any reason."

"Rights and privileges?"

Maynard nodded.

Well, the day was suddenly looking up, but it seemed too good to be true. Tinker tested her luck. "I don"t think the NSA will see it that way."

"I don"t give a f.u.c.k," Maynard said. "Lord Windwolf will not allow it, and that"s all I care about. I"m walking a delicate line with the elves. I"m not going to p.i.s.s the viceroy off to make two gun-happy American agents" jobs easy."

"What the h.e.l.l is a viceroy?"

"You, girl, need a lesson in politics."

6: A Date Which Will Live in Infamy

A viceroy turned out to be a very high position in the elfin government. The word viceroy viceroy was a weird smash-together of the words was a weird smash-together of the words vice vice and and royal royal, kind of like vice president, but with the idea that the president was somewhere else. In Windwolf"s case, it was the queen of the elves, who lived in an area that corresponded with Europe. Windwolf apparently was the youngest elf ever appointed to be a viceroy, but Tinker got the impression it was by default. Windwolf had researched human explorations of the Americas and then led the first elfin landing in the Westernlands once he reached majority. As a colony, it hadn"t rated a viceroy, but with Pittsburgh"s arrival and the sudden boom in trade, Windwolf had been elevated solely because he was the princ.i.p.al landowner.

This made him a target both inside and outside his clan. Elders in his clan thought someone older with less radical ideas should replace him. The other clans were split-half wanted control of the trade with the humans and the rest wanted to break off contact totally. The queen, though, favored Windwolf, so he remained viceroy.

All things considered, girl genius or not, Windwolf was depressingly out of reach for a human teenager that ran a sc.r.a.p yard.

Maynard tried to explain the elfin politics to Tinker while escorting her out to his limo. He was hampered by the fact that her grandfather had taught her nothing about human government and very little world geography. (No use cluttering up one"s mind with things that change, as he"d put it. What she did know came from Lain, who believed in a rounded education: insects specialize, not humans. insects specialize, not humans.) "It"s in humans" best interest that Windwolf stay viceroy," Maynard finished. "He"s an intelligent, honorable being with an open mind. It"s also in our best interest to stay on his good side. Letting two minor human agents kidnap his newest family member would surely infuriate him."

"Family member?" Tinker squeaked.

"I"m keeping things simple," Maynard said cryptically. "The elfin guard at the border saw a member of Windwolf"s family with two humans, and the humans claimed that person-you-as their prisoner. That"s a basic violation of the treaty-I"ll have to finesse things to calm the waters. If Windwolf doesn"t know about this already, he will shortly. Luckily the border guard called the EIA to help extract you safely."

"You mean I did all that running around for no reason?"

Maynard slanted a look in her direction. "It did keep the NSA from learning the truth about your ident.i.ty and the whereabouts of Alexander Graham Bell. And it delayed their attempts to remove you from the hospice until I had a chance to arrive. It wasn"t a waste of time."

"Where are they now?" Tinker glanced out of the limo"s back window at the hospice.

"They"ve been arrested for violating the treaty. If they"re lucky, they won"t be summarily executed."

"You"re joking."

"I"m not," Maynard said. "The NSA has committed a serious breach of protocol out of ignorance. They"re making it worse by refusing to discuss why. Did they explain anything to you?"

She considered him. He currently was the only thing standing between her and the NSA, but that was for Windwolf"s sake, not hers. She was only important because of Windwolf. She hedged. "I told you my father was murdered. The NSA think I could be in danger from the same people."

"The NSA don"t usually commit two agents for thirty days to protect a little girl."

She glared at him. "I"m not a little girl; I"m a woman."

"Or a woman."

She supposed that keeping the truth from him when he was bound to discover it from the NSA agents sooner or later would only serve to annoy him. "My father was Leonardo Da Vinci Dufae."

She hadn"t expected him to recognize her father"s name, and was thus surprised when he did.

"Leonardo Dufae? The man who invented the hyperphase gate? Where did the name "Bell" come from? Is that your egg mother"s name?"

Tinker winced. "It"s complicated. On the night Leonardo was killed, his office was ransacked and all his notes and computer equipment stolen. About a month later, someone tried to kidnap my grandfather. Grandpa always claimed it was Leonardo"s murderers, who realized that what they stole off Leo wasn"t complete and thought Grandpa could fill in the missing information. The government stepped in and gave Grandpa a new ident.i.ty and relocated him out of Pittsburgh. When the Chinese started to build the gate, Grandpa left protective custody and disappeared totally. I"m not sure what he did during the next five years, and what names he went by, but when Pittsburgh was first transported to Elfhome, he was living here under the name of Timothy Bell."

"And to stay in Pittsburgh, he couldn"t change it," Maynard guessed. The hasty peace treaty had allowed only residents listed on the census to remain after the first Shutdown, a ruling carried out by armed forces.

"Even when I was born, he was still too afraid to give me the name Dufae. He kept his inventions hidden. Lain always said he was a little loony in that regard."

"Then how did the NSA suddenly find you?"

"I applied to CMU. Since I"m basically homeschooled, and didn"t want to be stuck on Earth for a month in order to take the standardized tests, Lain thought I should use my father"s legacy to get in. After all these years, with Grandpa dead and all, I didn"t think anyone would care who my father was."

Maynard gazed out of the window of his limo, considering what she"d told him. After a moment of silence, he said, "You said the stolen information wasn"t complete."

"No. It wasn"t." She"d never thought it important, but now maybe it was, and so she tried to piece it all together in her own mind. "If I had just lived with my grandfather, I probably wouldn"t know the whole of this, but Oilcan lived with his mother until he was ten, so there are family things he knows that Grandpa never told me. The founder of the Dufae line, hundreds of years ago in France, was an elf. Dufae was a physician to the n.o.bility, and was beheaded in the French Revolution; his wife and son fled to America. When my father and aunt were children, my great-great-"-she paused to count it out-"-great-aunt lived with them. She was over a century old, and she recounted stories that her great-grandmother had told her about the first Dufae.

"What made my father"s work so groundbreaking was that much of it wasn"t an extension of someone else"s work, but was extrapolated from anecdotal information handed down through my family for generations. Apparently Dufae had traveled from Elfhome to Earth, but couldn"t get back. If you believe the stories, then Dufae was proof of parallel dimensions."

"The elves had gates?"

"No, not really. It seemed to be a natural phenomenon in certain cave systems, most likely an iron ore embedded in quartz with a great deal of ambient magic present. In human legends, elves were a race that lived "under a hill." By all accounts, including Dufae"s, elves and humans crossed back and forth between the two dimensions quite freely. Then something happened, and Dufae became stranded on Earth."

"Something happened?" Maynard echoed, puzzled. "Like the "gates" stopped working?"

"From the stories, yes. Dufae traveled Europe, trying all the gates he knew about, and none of them worked, but he didn"t know why."

Maynard frowned over this news for a minute, then turned his mind back to Tinker"s father. "I"m not sure I follow. What does this Dufae have to do with Leonardo"s plans being incomplete?"

She considered telling Maynard about Dufae"s Codex, but decided not to. Let that remain a long-kept family secret. "Because of the great-aunt"s stories about Dufae, my father started work on his theories as early as ten, writing down the tales and trying to conduct scientific a.n.a.lyses of them. This was the 1980s and 1990s, just as computers were becoming exponential in ability. When he upgraded to a new computer, he would only move his most recent files across and continue work from there. After Leo"s death, my grandfather consolidated everything into one system, but on the night of Leo"s murder, his work was spread across half a dozen machines. The thieves only took the one at his offices without realizing there were five more at home. They got information on how to build the gate, but not why it was designed the way it was in the first place."

Maynard groaned at the stupidity of the thieves. "I"ve seen the intelligence reports showing that the gate was definitely your father"s work, but there have always been things that puzzled me about the whole thing. Most inventions have been a footrace to see who could make the breakthrough first. With the gate, your father"s work came out of the blue, and it"s been a scramble to work backward to see how he designed it. This explains why there were no small-scale experiments, but it leaves the biggest question."

"Which is?"

"Why in the world did the Chinese steal the design and sink so much money into building the gate when there was no proof that it would work? It"s stunning that it does work."

"Mostly works. The little problem of Pittsburgh swapped to Elfhome is because the plans were flawed, but the Chinese haven"t been able to fix the problem."

Maynard turned his focus on Tinker. "NSA thinks that you can build a gate from scratch, without the design flaws of your father"s."

"It"s a possibility that they"re seriously entertaining."

"Can you?"

It would be safer to say no. Straight-out lie. There was the matter of the placement-test questions, but there were levels to understanding. One has to know enough to answer rote questions. The higher level was understanding to the point of creation. It was an invisible barrier that divided the likes of Newton and Einstein from the rest of the scientific world. Could a test question expose that level of understanding? Did she even have it? She thought she understood her father"s theories, but she could be wrong. Certainly she"d never played with them, attempting to create or correct.

"You can," Maynard said while she wavered.

"I might." She tempered it. "There"s a profound lack of parts for such items in Pittsburgh."

"And there"s the matter of getting into s.p.a.ce," Maynard quipped.

"It doesn"t have to be in s.p.a.ce. My family"s stories are filled with foreboding as to what might have caused the gates to fail. My father thought that s.p.a.ce was just the safest place to put a doorway between worlds."

"So he wasn"t predicting the veil effect?"

Tinker looked out the side window, past the river to the elfin forest. "No. To be quite frank, I think he would be horrified."

She had Maynard take her to the yard, and as she hoped, Oilcan was there. Her cousin hugged her and held on-he had heard about her kidnapping. His obvious source of information, Nathan, was there, glaring at Maynard as if he were responsible for dragging her away instead of returning her.

Tinker kicked him. "Act nice. He"s one of the good guys. This is Nathan Czernowski. He"s a close friend of the family. Nathan, this is Derek Maynard."

"I recognize him," Nathan stated, barely civil, but extended his hand.

"Officer Czernowski." Maynard shook hands.

It struck Tinker that they were the same height and coloring. Nathan, though, was nearly twice the width, all muscle, and had a steady plainness to him, like a piece of stone.

"What the h.e.l.l happened?" Nathan asked. "Your front door was wide open, your tripwire was activated, but your home system was shut down."

Tinker sighed and tried to explain, keeping the facts bare. She didn"t bother to mention the NSA misgivings that her life was in danger. Maynard, however, added them in.

"I need to get back and deal with the NSA agents," Maynard finished. "There"s a slim chance they"ll be freed by morning, but I"ll let you know before they are."

"Thanks."

After Maynard left, Nathan hugged her, lifting her off the ground.

"Hey!" she complained, tired of being manhandled for the day.

"I was worried about you." He put her down.

"I can take care of myself," she said, more for Oilcan"s sake than Nathan"s.