Tinker.

Tinker winced. Did Windwolf view her the same way Oilcan saw the astronomers?

Oilcan came back with a bun lying open on a paper plate. "There. Tomato, lettuce, spicy brown mustard, chopped red onion, and real Heinz ketchup-the stuff made on Elfhome, not that new plant on the other side of the Rim on Earth."

"Oh, you know me so well it"s scary." Tinker paused, considering the bun and her still overflowing plate. "Excuse me." She took the second plate. "I"m going to have to sit down to finish."

Lain slid onto the bench beside Tinker as she finished the hamburger. "How"s your hand?"

"Good." Tinker licked her fingers clean and showed Lain her palm.

Lain examined it quietly, nodding at the pale scars. She closed up Tinker"s hand, ending the examination, but continued to hold it. "I want to warn you about elves bearing gifts."

"Huh?"

"Windwolf gifted me with a new garden."

Tinker looked without thought in the direction of Lain"s house, but the swell of Observatory Hill was in the way. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Yes, that is the question, isn"t it?"

Tinker winced at her carefully neutral tone. "What did they do?"

"They were very considerate in putting everything they dug up into pots. And I have to say that the specimens they planted are stunning. I dare guess that I have a garden to rival the queen"s now."

They"d dug up Lain"s flowers? Lain"s work made it almost impossible for Lain to return to Earth. In Pittsburgh, she was as much an exile as she would be on Europa. And more importantly, the garden of Earth flowers she loved was a salve for not being in s.p.a.ce.

"Oh, Lain, I"m sorry."

Lain hid away some of the pain in her eyes. "I can"t say I"m completely displeased. Much of the garden would not have survived the root damage that the truck did. It would have taken me weeks just to fill the ruts. The new plants are all extremely valuable; it would have taken me years of wheedling to get any one."

"But it"s not your garden of Earth flowers."

"No," Lain admitted. "It"s not."

"I"m sorry. I"m really sorry."

Lain gave her a small, sad smile that vanished away before a look of true worry. "I"m nervous about what Windwolf might gift on you."

"Me?"

"There"s no telling what he might decide to give you."

"I doubt he"ll give me anything. There"s still the matter of the life debt. Windwolf said that we weren"t even." Tinker choked to a halt. We drove all over Lain"s flower beds...I told her I would go to college to make it up to her... We drove all over Lain"s flower beds...I told her I would go to college to make it up to her...

Oh, G.o.ds, he didn"t replace the flowers because of what I said-or did he?

"Tinker?"

What else did I say? But she couldn"t even remember exactly what she had said. The conversation was a feverish blur. Had she asked for anything for herself? Old fairy tales cautioning against badly worded wishes loomed suddenly large. But she couldn"t even remember exactly what she had said. The conversation was a feverish blur. Had she asked for anything for herself? Old fairy tales cautioning against badly worded wishes loomed suddenly large.

Lain watched her, worry growing.

"Can I turn it down?" Tinker asked. "Anything he might give me, if I don"t like it?"

"Windwolf might not give you a chance to say no."

Tinker thought about it. What could he possibly give her that would be bad? "What do you think he might give me?"

"I"m not a superst.i.tious woman, but our legends never have good to say about gifts from the fey."

"I"m not sure he"s going to give me anything, Lain. He says we"re not even."

Lain"s eyes narrowed. "Did he say it in Elvish or English?"

Tinker paused to think. Windwolf had woken her up in the trailer, and they"d shouted at each other. But in what language? "English."

"Then it might not mean what you think it means, Tinker."

She thought it had been fairly straightforward, but Lain had much more experience dealing with elves. She recounted the conversation the best she could remember and ended with, "So, what do you think he means?"

"I"m not going to hazard a guess," Lain said. "But be careful around him. He meant well with my garden, but it was done in the arrogance of an adult catering to a child. He believes he knows what is better for us."

"Oh, great. I"ve got enough of that type of people in my life already."

"Tinker." Lain gripped her hand tightly. "I know I"ve pushed you into this college thing; I did it in the name of your own good. I"ve had a taste of my own bullying, and I"m sorry. Of all people, I should have realized that I was asking you to go alone to another world. If you don"t want to go, you don"t have to. I release you of all pledges."

The elves said that: I release you of all pledges. The irony of it kept Tinker from cheering. Knowing Lain, though, it might have been her reason for using the phrase. So Tinker said, "I"ll think about it."

Dusk fell slowly. As the sky darkened and the stars started to peek out, the conversation turned from the world left behind, the experience of Startup, and the rustic amenities that the scientists found in the dormitories, and focused on the sky itself.

First Night was always fun; it was like watching children discover Christmas. Since it always rained during Startup-the warmer returning Earth air colliding with the chillier Elfhome climate-this was the scientists" first real sight of Elfhome"s stars. Their faces were turned upward at the winking lights, and they murmured reverently, "Oh, wow!" Once Tinker"s eyes adjusted, she could see the upraised hands, pointing out sights. As always, the cry of "Look at Arcturus!" went up. The elves called it the Wolf"s Heart, on the shoulder of the constellation they called the First Wolf. One of the brightest stars in the sky, Arcturus was also the fastest moving; there was a fifteen-degree difference between the star of Elfhome and Earth.

"I can"t believe this is the same sky we were looking at two days ago," someone close at hand said with awe. "A twenty-mile drive south, and all the constellations shift. Look at Corona Borealis! It doesn"t look anything like a C anymore."

"Twenty miles south, and a side step into another dimension," another voice corrected the first speaker.

Because they would need to share the big telescopes, they all had personal telescopes set up. After minutes of fiddling, they excitedly swapped views.

"There are new stars in the star formation region of the Eagle Nebula-"

"Where?"

"M16-in Serpens."

"Look at the alignment of the planets. They"ll be in full conjunction on Friday."

They ohhhed, and ahhhed, and talked about constellations that up to that point had only been textbook learning.

Tinker spent the night at Lain"s. Oilcan picked her up in the morning and they headed over to the sc.r.a.p yard. He went over the schedule he"d planned for the day. As usual, he was spending the days after Startup doing running, tracking down supplies and goods they needed. Tinker gave him a full report on her meeting with Maynard, Lain"s garden, and finally the mystery calls on her home system.

Oilcan stopped at a red light at Route 65 and looked at her sharply. "I think I should leave Bruno and Pete with you."

"Please, no. I think it will be a while before I can deal with large dogs again."

"I don"t like you being alone when everything is so weird."

"The weirdness is over," Tinker a.s.serted.

"Someone is trying real hard to find you, Tinker. They"re searching the neighborhood for you. Someone tried to kill Windwolf."

"Can"t be the same people." She wished he wouldn"t dwell on it-it was scary enough without him talking about it. "Windwolf was attacked on Elfhome before the Shutdown, and the calls started from Earth after Shutdown."

"So? Whoever"s trying to find you is still on on Elfhome." Elfhome."

"Whoever it is has nothing to do with Windwolf being attacked." Tinker could see where this was heading, and stopped it. "I"ll arm the office security system first thing. My home security system is still running. I"ll be okay."

Oilcan grumped a while longer but gave in, promising to check in with her often. No doubt he"d also find a way to let Nathan know.

Tinker tried to detour the conversation. "Can you do me a favor and see if you can track down some peroxide this morning? Lain says it"s best for cleaning up large amounts of blood. We need to replace all the first-aid supplies, and I need pads."

"I restocked the first-aid kit," Oilcan said. "I also got you groceries. They"re at my place. But you"ve got to get your own female stuff."

"It"s not like they bite, Oilcan, and everybody knows they"re not for you."

"It"s embarra.s.sing. Besides, I didn"t know what type to buy."

"I used most of them to bandage wounds. Any kind will do."

"You get your own," he stated firmly. "Do you want me to bring the rest of the stuff over to your place tonight?"

A bid to make sure she was okay. Once there, he"d probably stay late.

"Nah. I"ll eat out-get a pizza and some beer. Just bring it with you tomorrow."

He looked unhappy, but he let it go at that.

Windwolf came to the sc.r.a.p yard late in the morning. One moment he wasn"t there, and the next he stood watching her.

She stood looking back. She had been running in tight circles all morning-not wanting him to show, eager to see him, terrified of him appearing, cautioning herself that he might not come, and as the day wore on, nearly sick with the thought that she had read more into the situation and he wasn"t coming. Now that he was here, she had no clue to her heart. That tight circle just spun faster, emotions whirling too quickly to latch on to.

Pick one, idiot, she growled at herself. she growled at herself. Happy. I"ll be happy to see him Happy. I"ll be happy to see him. Her happiness welled up so quickly and strongly that she suspected it was the truest of her emotions. She walked out to greet him then, a smile taking control of her face and refusing to give it up. "Hi!"

Elegantly dressed in elfin splendor, he looked out of place in the grimy sc.r.a.p yard of rusting broken metal and shattered gla.s.s. He seemed a creature woven out of the glitter of sunlight on the river. Behind him, and well back, were armed elves-his bodyguard.

Windwolf nodded in greeting, an inclining of the head and shoulders that stopped just short of a bow. He presented a small silk bag to her. "For you. Pavuanai wuan huliroulae. Pavuanai wuan huliroulae."

It was High Elvish, something about talking together-at least that was what she thought pavuanai pavuanai meant. She didn"t recognize the word meant. She didn"t recognize the word huliroulae huliroulae.

Tinker eyed the bag suspiciously, thinking of Lain"s garden and the xen.o.biologist"s warning, but it didn"t look dangerous. "What is it?"

"Keva."

"Oh." Tinker took the bag, opened it, and found indeed the golden cousin to soybeans. Genetically altered for millennia, keva beans were the elfin wonder food. Raw, roasted, fried, ground for flour, or even candied, keva beans were at the base of all celebrations. These were roasted with honey, one of her favorites. Still, this was her reward for saving his life? She noticed then that one of the guards held a fabric-wrapped bundle that looked for all the world like a present. Maybe this was a weird gift-giving appetizer. "Thanks."

Windwolf smiled as she popped one of the mild nutty beans into her mouth. "You said you would teach me horseshoes."

She laughed in surprise. "You really want to play?"

"Do you enjoy playing?"

She nodded slowly. "Yeah, it"s fun."

"Then I wish to learn."

"Well, okay. Let me grab the shoes and the keys."

The keys were for the gate between the sc.r.a.p yard and the small wood lot next to the sc.r.a.p yard. Pittsburgh had many such pockets of wildness, places too steep to build on, full of scrub trees and wild grapevines. The lot was a series of level steps between steep drops, stairs cut into the hillside leading from level to level. There she and Oilcan had set up regulation-sized horseshoe pits.

"It"s a simple game. You stand on one end, here, and throw the horseshoes at the stake. Like so." Tinker made sure she wasn"t going to hit him with her swing, and tossed the horseshoe with a well-practiced underhand pitch. The horseshoe sailed the nearly forty feet and clanged against the stake in a single clear ringing note. "A ringer! That"s what you"re trying for." Her second shoe hit and rebounded. "But that"s what normally happens."

He took the second set of horseshoes from her. He eyed the large U-shaped pieces of metal. "Are the horses on Earth really this big?"

"I don"t know. I"ve never left Pittsburgh."

"So Elfhome is your home?"

"I suppose. I think of Pittsburgh as my home, but only when it"s on Elfhome."

"That"s good to know," Windwolf said.

And while she tried to decide what that meant, he copied her underhanded throw. He gracefully missed the stake by several feet. "This is harder than it appears."

"Simple doesn"t necessarily mean easy," Tinker said.

They crossed the playing field to the pit to gather the shoes.

"Are you and your cousin orphans in this place?"

"Well, close. Oilcan"s father is alive, but he"s in prison. When he gets out, he won"t be able to immigrate."

"Will Oilcan want to see his father?"