Tinker.

"To-ma-wa-ri-to-mo." Riki sounded out the syllables. "He is Windwolf"s counterpart among the oni."

Remembering Chiyo"s comment earlier, Tinker asked, "Lord Tomtom?"

Riki gave a very human shrug. "That"s what those of us born on Earth tend to call him."

No wonder he pa.s.sed so easily for human if he grew up around them. "That"s why you speak English so well?"

"Yes. I was born in Berkeley, California."

"Hatched! Hatched!" Chiyo barked. "If you"re going to go all truthful with her, then tell it all. Your mother popped out an egg." Chiyo measured out a stunningly large sphere with her fingers. "And brooded on it to keep it warm, and when the time came, listened all so close so she could break you out of your sh.e.l.l, and as a child they kept jesses on your feet to keep you from picking your nose with your toes."

Tinker glanced downwards and noticed for the first time that Riki"s toes were stunningly long, thin, agile-looking and only three in number. "Your mother wasn"t the woman killed when Lain was crippled; she couldn"t have pa.s.sed the physicals as human."

Riki looked at Chiyo in cold rage, and said, "I hope you are keeping your focus. You know how angry Lord Tomtom would be if this failed."

Chiyo went white and silent. For a minute only the tinny music from Riki"s earbud could be heard, and then like a bubble breaking, the background noise from the garden started again. Chiyo stared at the ground, panting like a frightened animal.

"I don"t understand," Tinker said. "If you can get to Earth, Elfhome, and back again, why does he need me to build a gate?"

Chiyo giggled and murmured something in their own tongue.

Riki shot her an irritated look and explained, "When the elves destroyed the door from our world to Earth, they stranded a large group of tengu and others in China. We"ve lived in secret among humans, hiding our differences."

He lifted his foot up, flexing his toes to demonstrate what differences he meant. "Like the elves, we"re immortal on our own world, and long lived on Earth. We waited for our chance to return to our own land, our own people. When the gate opened the door between Earth and Elfhome, it also opened a door to Onihida, but it"s inconveniently placed. We don"t have the ability to move an army through it."

The seer"s words went through her mind. There is a door, open but not open...darkness presses against the frame but can not pa.s.s through There is a door, open but not open...darkness presses against the frame but can not pa.s.s through. The seer must have been talking about the unusable door. But what the h.e.l.l did the rest mean? The light beyond is too brilliant; it burns the beast. The light beyond is too brilliant; it burns the beast.

Chiyo murmured something to Riki which surprised him.

Tinker was tempted to kick her. "I don"t like it when people talk about me in front of me."

"It"s better you don"t understand her poison," Riki said.

So, the seer was right. She was going to be the pivot. "You want me to betray Elfhome?"

"I know what they"ve done to you. They took you and changed you to make you loyal to them. All the while they held you at the palace, I was with your cousin, watching him go quietly insane with worry whether they"d bring you back or just decide that you were too dangerous to allow to live."

"Windwolf would never-" She bit off the retort. Riki had no reason to tell her the truth and every reason to lie. "Oilcan didn"t say anything to me last night."

"He"s a fair man. He wouldn"t try to poison you against your husband, not even if what he had to say was the truth."

Tinker backed away from him, shaking her head. "You"ve lied to me since the first moment I met you. You"re probably lying to me now. You"ll say anything to get me to help you."

Riki lunged and caught hold of her tightly. "Yes, I would!" he cried, looking pained. "I"d say anything because I know what Lord Tomtom will do to get his way-and I"d rather not see you go through that."

"I believe Lord Tomawaritomo has arranged a demonstration." Chiyo turned to speak to one of the guards.

With a thin shriek of terror, the little oni who had knocked her over the cliff was brought forward between two of the ma.s.sive guards. He begged in the oni tongue, sobbing.

"They"re going to remove the bones from his left arm," Chiyo told Tinker in a casual tone, as if what was about to happen had no more import than picking wildflowers. Tinker had a sudden sympathy for black-eyed susans. "All of them. While he"s awake."

While the guards pinned the oni down, a third, wizened-dwarf of an oni with a bloodstained leather ap.r.o.n and bright sharp knives started to cut.

After putting the earbud back in his ear, Riki held her still, made her watch.

Tinker curled her arms up tight against her chest, trying hard not to cry. If she had still been on Elfhome, she might have been able to defy them, clinging to the hope that Windwolf and Oilcan would be there to rescue her, or even that she could escape. All alone on this strange world, every hand upraised against her, she couldn"t find the courage.

When it was done, Riki said, "Lord Tomtom expects results."

Tinker was still numb as they escorted her to the workshop. Riki tried to guide her with a hand to her elbow. The touch made her aware of the bones within her arm, and she jerked away from him. Something in her face-either her initial fear or the anger that followed it-made him look unhappy. Good. She stomped after Chiyo, who minced down the hallways at a surprising speed.

Riki noticed it too. "Why are you going so fast, Taji?"

A sharp retort in the oni tongue from the female made Riki laugh.

"What?" Tinker demanded, angry now. Angry that they were talking in a language she couldn"t understand. Angry that Riki could laugh after watching that that. Angry that she had been too scared to tell them no.

Riki grinned but would not say.

After all she had seen since she woke up-the castle they were in and the city outside it-Tinker was surprised by the workshop. It was a vast Earth-like warehouse, not much different from the one that the EIA had used to store the smugglers" goods. The one ma.s.sive room was five hundred feet long, three hundred wide, and perhaps three stories tall. High above were sunlit windows, but the lower windows were all painted black; great floodlights fought the resulting gloom. What was it that they didn"t want her to see? All the windows up to this point had looked out over the cliff with the oni city far below. Perhaps the painted windows were at ground level.

The only outside door was padlocked shut and wired with an alarm.

The floor was an oil-treated wood, swept spotless. Workbenches lined the outside walls, leaving the center of the huge room open for large equipment to be a.s.sembled. As she toured through the various workstations, she found that all the tools were human-made.

She picked up a cordless screwdriver. "This stuff is all from Earth."

"Unfortunately, your technology is far in advance of ours."

"How did you get it here?"

"One piece at a time," Riki said. "We"ve had twenty years to put together this workshop."

"All a.s.suming that you"d find a genius to put it all together?"

"We"re patient; humans are creative. Sooner or later, we"d find someone to suit our needs."

Tinker flipped the on switch on the drill press, and it roared to life. She glanced behind the machine to see that it was plugged into a standard 220 outlet. "Where is the power coming from?"

"We"ve got a power plant," Riki said after a moment. "It runs everything in here. Lord Tomtom is quite thorough and gets results. Everything has been well tested, and that"s all you need to know."

"So I"m supposed to build a gate out of scratch, something I"ve never tried, that no one else on the planet has managed. Am I to spin straw into gold too?"

"According to the CMU entrance test, you understand the gate theory well enough to create a functioning gate."

So much for the NSA keeping that news from leaking out. "Theoretical design and actual working prototype can be years apart."

"You don"t understand. Lord Tomtom is immortal, and now, so are you."

So she could be here forever, building until she got it right, or Lord Tomtom got impatient.

At the back of the shop, a skylight threw a shaft of sunshine down into an office area, complete with drafting table, desk, and computer equipment. There were designs already laid out on the table: blueprints for the orbital gate. She glanced to the legend. Her father"s name was printed there in neat drafting print. "Your people killed my father and gave his work to the Chinese."

"He wasn"t supposed to be killed," Riki said. "They were just trying to kidnap him. The car was truly an accident."

"Were you there?"

"No. I was in high school, being a geek: playing on the Internet, learning basic physics, and sitting out gym cla.s.s on a doctor"s excuse."

"So you don"t know what really happened."

"Lord Tomtom wanted him alive. You"ve seen how he punished the oni that merely put you at risk. I won"t upset you with the details of what he does to those who utterly fail him."

"Your people killed my father while trying to kidnap him-just to get back to a world you"d never seen which is ruled by immortal s.a.d.i.s.tic madmen?"

"That"s about the size of it."

"You"re all insane."

"Perhaps," Riki said.

She was hoping for a less unsettling answer. On the desk was a datapad with a complete download from her pad. She glanced at the computer system, identical to her own, down to style of printer, scanner, and holo projector. "Sparks?"

"Yes, Boss?"

"f.u.c.k." She whirled on Riki. "You copied everything while I was gone! I trusted you. Oilcan trusted you! But you just used him to break into my security and steal my thoughts."

"I had to," Riki said.

She hit him, a stupid girlie smack the first time, and then, realizing that he wouldn"t dare hurt her, she hauled back and punched him right. Then did it again, and again. All her fear became rage and she funneled it at him. He grabbed her right wrist, so she stomped down on his bare foot, and jerked out of his hold as he fell. There were tools lying on the table beside her; she s.n.a.t.c.hed up a heavy monkey wrench and laid into him. He managed to block most of her hits, so she flung the wrench away and grabbed a crowbar off the table.

Riki scrambled backward, holding out his hand. "Tinker, I"m sorry! I"m sorry! I really am. But the moment I came to Pittsburgh, it was do it, or die horribly."

Tinker stopped, crowbar c.o.c.ked back over her shoulder, panting. His words hadn"t checked her-it was the sudden knowledge that she wanted to kill him, and had the means tight in her hands. Already he was bleeding from his nose and mouth and a cut along his cheek. She"d caught him in one eye with something, and the white was now a shocking red. There were bruises on his arms from fending her off. From the odd look of his foot, she"d broken at least one of the bones. She could beat him to death-but what would that gain her? Certainly not her freedom. And she was in his shoes now; do or be tortured, with an entire world staked on the outcome of her intelligence.

Think, you idiot, don"t react.

"Okay, I forgive you." Tinker lowered the crowbar, but didn"t put it down.

The NSA agents Durrack and Briggs said that someone had kidnapped several scientists. Obviously it was the oni. Obviously the scientists refused to work on the gate, or tried to escape, or just hit the end of Tomtom"s patience. She was just the most recent victim. The seer said that there was no stopping the door from being opened. Tinker was the pivot. If she said "f.u.c.k off" then they"d just kill her and get someone else. She had the means, somehow, to stop them cold. Why hadn"t the d.a.m.n b.i.t.c.h just told her how?

Chiyo was talking to Riki in Oni again. Tinker glanced at her, irritated, and considered whacking the female a couple of times with the crowbar instead. She might even be able to get the guards to hold the little b.i.t.c.h down for her, just like they"d done with the tortured oni. Tinker"s look was enough to make Chiyo yelp in fear and dart out of range, crying, "No, no, I"ll stop!"

"Good." Tinker put aside the crowbar. "We all understand each other now."

"Yes." Riki wiped the blood from his mouth. "I think we do."

"Don"t you ever sleep?" Chiyo asked peevishly.

"Sometimes, I do." Tinker squirmed around on her futon bed to put her feet on the wall without taking her eyes from her datapad. "Sometimes, I don"t."

Chiyo whimpered.

With the exception of the skylight, the warehouse office hadn"t been set up with comfort in mind. After a few hours on the padded stool that was the office"s only seat, Tinker moved back to her bedroom. Annoyingly, everything that the oni missed when they killed her father, Riki had copied off her home system. He had made notes in a separate file, obviously trying to design a land-based gate himself. He"d gotten far enough to confirm that he had a degree of physics from Caltech, and that while gifted, was seriously out of his league.

Riki had also added everything ever published on the gate since the Chinese received her father"s plans from the oni. Some of them were in original Chinese, and others had been translated, hopefully accurately. There was an entire folder on as-built drawings for the s.p.a.ce station, the hyperphase gate, and the power systems for both. Reading over the files, it became obvious that some of her father"s obscure notes relating to the Dufae Codex had been translated by an oni familiar with both physics and magic.

She was familiar with everything published after the gate was built, as Western scientists scrambled to reverse engineer the device that the Chinese seemed to produce out of thin air. She skipped them, reading only papers published in the last three months and making notes in a scratch file.

Of the missing scientists, there was frighteningly little. She checked to see if maybe Riki loaded files and then deleted them without doing a deep scrub. She found Harry Russell"s journal of his captivity. In a stunning display of iron will, he"d resisted the oni while they whittled him down, first finger by finger of his left hand, then the hand itself, and finally his arm. They broke him too completely, and after a brief stuttering dictation as Russell fell into shock from pain, the journal ended abruptly. She scrubbed the file completely off her datapad.

All the while, she pondered the seer"s words, or lack of them. For the first time she saw a certain Heisenbergian logic to the seer"s silence: the act of seeing the future-thus able to avoid it-made it more unlikely that path would be taken. The seer didn"t want her to deviate from some path she"d naturally take-perhaps. It would be nice, if she had some clue as to what she was supposed to be doing. Just as a straight "no" to the oni wasn"t the answer-as Harry Russell found out-fully cooperating with them surely couldn"t be either.

Finally sick of the whole mess, she dropped her pad onto the futon and went to the window to stargaze. The moon was out and full, looking the same as Earth"s or Elfhome"s. She looked for the planets that had been in conjunction the month before on Elfhome.

"Stop looking out there," Chiyo moaned from her corner.

"Why?"

"Because it gives me a headache."

"Why does my looking out a window make your head hurt?"

"Because you are a stupid little fake elf, and this is a stupid waste of my abilities. I was meant for greater things than being your jailer. You"ll never figure out this gate, and all my time and effort will be wasted."

"Well, then let me go."

Chiyo gave her a dark look. "They should just shackle you in a dank little hole and be done with it. Throw in sc.r.a.ps of moldy bread and let you eat c.o.c.kroaches for protein. There is no reason you need to live like a princess."

"Except the whole plan depends on her," Riki said, standing at the door, his arms full of clothing. Chiyo barked something in Oni, which got a sputtering laugh from Riki. "Dream on, little kitsune. It"s not going to happen. We"re never going to be more to them than what we were created to be: tools. You don"t turn a hammer into a n.o.ble just because it hammered down a stubborn but vital nail. You either whack another nail with it, or shove it away and enjoy what you"ve made using it."

"A n.o.ble?" Tinker asked. So the whole "Lady Chiyo" was the female"s desired reward for spying on Maynard and guarding her.

"Onihida is mostly feudal, with a few small bright sparks." Riki had healing spells inked over his foot, and it looked normal-for him-but he limped as he walked, wincing in pain. "We seem forever stuck in the dark ages. n.o.bles are usually greater blood, but occasionally a lesser blood can work its way up to a minor lord by being brutal and meticulous. Lord Tomtom is one. Mostly, though, lesser are tools made by the greater bloods, just like Windwolf made you."

"Windwolf changed me, but he didn"t make me."

"Make, change, twist, mold; it"s all the same. Here are your clothes."

He handed her the clothing. The stack contained five changes of panties, socks, shirts, and jeans. The underwear were silk, and the jeans were Levi"s, all in her size. Behind a mask of vivid bruises, Riki"s eyes were dilated into wide cerulean blue discs. If she hadn"t read Russell"s journal, she might have felt guilty.

"I"d tell Windwolf to p.i.s.s off before I"d betray a friend."