"Lordy, don"t it just," Mutt said. "Like two guys playin" Russian roulette, "cept they"re pointin" the guns at each other an" five o" the chambers are loaded. Maybe all six of "em, you come to that."

The cloud to the south of them was fading now, dispersing, the wind sweeping it away toward Lake Michigan. Pretty soon it would be gone. But the horrible dilemmas it raised would not disappear so soon.

Uneasily, Mutt looked north, east, west, and then last of all south once more, toward and past the dissipating cloud. "What you tryin" to do, Lieutenant?" Muldoon asked. "You tryin" to figure out where the Lizards are gonna drop the one they use to answer ours?"

Daniels scowled. He didn"t like being that obvious. But he didn"t want to be a liar, either, not when he was talking about something as important as this. He sighed. "Yeah," he said.

The alarm hissed hideously. When Atvar woke, for a moment he thought he was dreaming about the last time the alarm had gone off. Then, incontestably, his senses came to full alertness, and the alarm was still yammering away. And there was Pshing"s face in the communicator screen, just as it had been that dreadful, all-too-recent night.



"Activate two-way voice," Atvar said to the computer, as he had then. Whatever disaster his adjutant had to report, it couldn"t be so hideous as news of the Deutsche with nuclear weapons. So the fleetlord told himself, even as he was asking Pshing, "What now?"

"Exalted Fleetlord-" Pshing began, and then had trouble going on. Gathering himself, he finally managed to continue: "Exalted Fleetlord, I regret to have to inform you that the Tosevites of the not-empire of the United States detonated a fission bomb in the northern sector of the city known as Chicago. As our males had only just succeeded in occupying this sector, and as the front lay not far north, our concentrations in the area of the explosion, and thus our losses, appear to have been heavy."

A predator in the warm, friendly deserts of Home dug a pit in the sand and hid at the bottom. When an animal stumbled into the pit, it would scrabble at the loose sand, but generally slide down deeper and deeper until the trapmaker came out and devoured it with a minimum expenditure of effort. Atvar felt now like a creature trapped in one of those sand pits. No matter what he did on Tosev 3, things kept getting worse.

He gathered himself. "Tell me the rest," he said, as if knowing the rest could somehow restore what the Race had lost.

Pshing clung to what had been normality with some of the same desperation Atvar felt "Exalted Fleetlord, the bomb appears to have been of the same type as that which the Deutsche employed against us: that is to say, some of the plutonium in it was stolen from us, while the Big Uglies produced the rest for themselves."

"But the American Big Uglies are on the other side of an immense ocean from the Deutsche and the Russkis," Atvar said, "and we have made air pa.s.sage between the continental ma.s.ses rare, difficult, and dangerous for the Tosevites to attempt. To think they could have smuggled the explosive metal across in one of the few successful flights-" He checked himself. "Wait I am overlooking something."

"Exalted Fleetlord?" By the tone of his interrogative cough, Pshing didn"t see what Atvar was missing.

"Water. It is the curse of this world whether liquid or frozen," Atvar said. "The Big Uglies have so much of it to deal with, they transport goods on it much more readily than ever became the norm back on Home. We"ve not properly dealt with their ships and boats because we"ve a.s.sumed them to be of relatively small importance-and because we"ve had so many other commitments on this miserable iceball of a world that seemed more urgent We may now be paying the price for our inability to think as the Big Uglies do."

Pshing made an eloquent gesture of distaste. "If becoming like the Big Uglies is a condition for victory over them, I for one would almost rather lose."

"A distinct point," Atvar admitted. "Were it only my own personal choice, I should agree with you. But we have committed ourselves to bringing this world and its noxious inhabitants under the rule of the Emperor." He cast down his eyes. What would his sacred sovereign think when he learned of the difficulties the Race was having in annexing Tosev 3? First reports of combat were already on the way Home, but at laggard lightspeed would have completed only about a sixth part of their journey.

"For the Emperor, I would brave anything," Pshing said, seeming to take fresh spirit. Sometimes Atvar thought loyalty and reverence to the Emperor were all that kept his males performing as they should on a world where the weather and the natives both seemed calculated to drive them mad.

Atvar forced himself to think clearly, even if not like a Tosevite. "The composition of the bomb, like the one the Deutsche used, means the Americans will soon have more such weapons, of production entirely native. For that matter," he added, as if reminding himself, "they may already have more such weapons, and be saving them for future strikes against us."

"Underestimating the capacity of the Big Uglies has caused us grief and misfortune ever since we arrived here," Pshing said.

"Truth," Atvar answered wearily. "Even when we build their advances in technology into our planning, as we did with the campaign against the Deutsche, we still underestimate them-and pay the price for it." He let out a long, hissing sigh. "Rouse the targeting specialists. Also rouse the shiplord Kirel and summon him to the operations chamber. We must plan our response to the American bomb."

"It shall be done, Exalted Fleetlord."

When Kirel reached the operations chamber, Atvar couldn"t decide if he looked sleepy or stunned. A bit of both, perhaps. "Another nuclear weapon, your adjutant tells me," the shiplord said. "From the Americans this time? Did I hear that correctly?"

"You did," Atvar said. "As at Breslau, our progress at Chicago has been halted, and the spearhead of our forces destroyed." He hissed again, this time thoughtfully. "In both instances, we were led to impale ourselves on the bomb by unforced or lightly forced retreats on the part of the Big Uglies. In future, we shall be more wary."

"A worthy plan, Exalted Fleetlord," Kirel said, "but the very recent past has been extremely damaging to us. Have we any notion where the Americans prepared their fission bomb?"

"I wish we did," Atvar said. "That site would no longer exist. The Americans cannot hide their program in an already radioactive area, as the Deutsche seem to be doing. They are simply careful about allowing leaks to pinpoint their atomic piles and reprocessing plants."

"That is a problem," Kirel said-a good-sized understatement. "If they destroy fighting males with their bombs and we only civilians with ours, do they not gain advantage from that?"

"Some, certainly, but we also destroy industrial sites, and, were this planet not industrialized, it would long since have been incorporated into the Empire," Atvar answered. Kirel could not disagree with that Atvar went on, "We also put pressure on the Tosevites" not-empires to accommodate themselves to us while they still have a significant civilian population."

"None of the Tosevite empires and not-empires we have bombed has yet chosen to accommodate itself to us," Kirel remarked, but he let it go at that. He knew better, these days, than to criticize Atvar. After a moment, he called up the map of the United States and highlighted two cities the targeting specialists had chosen. Pointing to one, he said, "Here is a centrally located target, Exalted Fleetlord, if you want one."

Atvar read the name of the place. "Denver? No, I don"t want that one. See how relatively close our males to the east of it are. The prevailing wind will sweep radioactive waste in among them."

"Truth," Kirel said. "Very well, then. Your adjutant gave me to understand that you are concerned about the Big Uglies" traffic on the water." He brightened the light that showed the other town. "This one is a waterside city, and we have no great numbers of males nearby."

"Seattle?" Atvar considered. "Yes, that is a good choice, for exactly the reasons you name. We shall bomb it. The Tosevites have begun this game-let us see if they have the liver to play it out to the end."

.19.

Leslie Groves stared down at his hands. They were big and blunt and battered, the hands of a working engineer. He didn"t bite his nails, though. He was proud of that. If he hadn"t been so proud of it, he probably would have started.

He"d led the team that made the Fat Lady. The bomb had worked exactly as advertised, maybe better than advertised. A big chunk of the North Side of Chicago would never be the same-but a whole bunch of Lizards would never be the same, either, and that was the point of the exercise.

"So I should be on Easy Street, right?" he asked the walls. In the privacy of his office, he sometimes talked to himself. One of these days, he"d do it in public. "So what?" he said, out loud again. People who didn"t like him already thought he was crazy. He didn"t care if he gave them more ammunition. He"d got the job done, crazy or not.

But he wasn"t on Easy Street. All he knew about Jens Larssen was that he"d shot two people and then headed east. The sentries at Lowry had seen him ride by, but they hadn"t stopped him. They hadn"t known he"d shot anybody. They also hadn"t known Groves had ordered him back to his quarters in the BOQ to calm down.

Groves slammed a fist onto the desk, making papers and the IN IN and and OUT OUT trays jump. "If I hadn"t sent him back to Lowry, would he still be all right now?" he asked. The walls didn"t give him any answers. trays jump. "If I hadn"t sent him back to Lowry, would he still be all right now?" he asked. The walls didn"t give him any answers.

He wished Larssen hadn"t gone east. East was where the Lizards lived. You wouldn"t think anybody would go running off to the Lizards, but you wouldn"t think anybody would gun down a colonel and a noncom in cold blood, either. Once Larssen had done the shooting, taking refuge with the Lizards looked a lot more likely than it had before.

They hadn"t managed to catch the son of a b.i.t.c.h, either. One thing Larssen had proved, traveling cross-country from White Sulphur Springs to Chicago and then from Denver to Hanford and back again: he knew how to live off the land. You couldn"t count on him freezing to death in a Colorado winter or doing something dumb to give himself away. If he was heading toward the Lizards, he might well get to them.

"Next question," Groves said in his orderly fashion: "What will he do if he does get to them? Will he spill his guts?"

By all the signs, Larssen hated the Met Lab and anybody who had anything to do with it. Sure, he"d blamed Hexham for the breakup with his wife, but that had sprung from the secrecy surrounding the project, too. So, the sixty-four dollar question was, if he got to the Lizards, would he blab about what was going on in Denver? If he did, the town would become radioactive gas and dust in short order. No less than the Americans, the Lizards were playing for keeps.

As if he needed more proof of that, he turned on the battery-powered radio he"d ordered into the office when news of the destruction of Seattle came over the wires. When the set warmed up, he caught an announcer in the middle of a word: "-veral hundred thousand believed dead, as we"ve told you before. Newly released information from the Secret White House indicates that one of them was Vice President Henry Wallace, who was visiting war workers in the stricken city to improve their morale."

Groves whistled softly and turned off the radio. That was was news. The last time he"d seen FDR, a few months before, the president had looked like death warmed over. If he did drop dead, who was next in line now? The Secretary of State, a.s.suming he was still alive-Groves didn"t know for sure. President Cordell Hull? He thought about that. He"d always figured Wallace for a custardhead, so Hull might be an improvement All the same, he hoped Roosevelt would die of old age at about a hundred and thirty-one. news. The last time he"d seen FDR, a few months before, the president had looked like death warmed over. If he did drop dead, who was next in line now? The Secretary of State, a.s.suming he was still alive-Groves didn"t know for sure. President Cordell Hull? He thought about that. He"d always figured Wallace for a custardhead, so Hull might be an improvement All the same, he hoped Roosevelt would die of old age at about a hundred and thirty-one.

He turned the radio back on. The newsman was still talking about the hideous things that had happened to Seattle. The same kinds of things had happened to Berlin and Washington and Tokyo and Munich, and to the Lizards outside Moscow and Breslau and inside Chicago. After a while, hearing them repeated numbed the brain, not so they seemed unreal but so their horrors no longer struck the mind as quite so horrific. As with anything else, acquaintance made what had once been unimaginable take on the comforting cloak of familiarity.

Men had gone through four years of trench warfare in World War I, and thought man"s inhumanity to man could sink no lower. Then, just to prove they were wrong, they"d found ways to bomb noncombatants from the air. And now more than half a dozen atomic bombs had been used, with more liable to come. How soon would those dreadful clouds come to be taken for granted-by those who survived them?

"But if it"s that or letting the Lizards conquer us?" Groves asked. Again, the walls were silent. He didn"t need their answer, not to that question. The second bomb had already gone out of Denver. When the time came, people would use it, and a Lizard force would go up in fiery ruin. And then, very likely, an American city would join that force on the pyre. Would anything be left of the country when it was over?

What was that line doctors used? The operation was a success, but the patient died. The operation was a success, but the patient died. If the Lizards finally gave up, but you presided over nothing but devastation afterwards, had you won? That had a flip side, though. If you didn"t do everything you could to stop the Lizards and they ended up conquering you, what then? You couldn"t plan revenge against them down the line, the way you could against an Earthly neighbor. If you lost now, it was forever. If the Lizards finally gave up, but you presided over nothing but devastation afterwards, had you won? That had a flip side, though. If you didn"t do everything you could to stop the Lizards and they ended up conquering you, what then? You couldn"t plan revenge against them down the line, the way you could against an Earthly neighbor. If you lost now, it was forever.

"Maybe there"ll be some pieces left to pick up after all this is done," Groves said. "Have to hope so, anyhow."

Vyacheslav Molotov did not care for meetings that convened at two in the morning. Stalin was notorious for calling meetings at hours like that. Molotov concealed his distaste. The stony countenance he raised as a shield against rapacious capitalists and alien imperialist aggressors also helped protect him from his own superior.

Stalin seemed amiable enough at the moment, offering him vodka, a gla.s.s of tea (it was made from leaves flavored with blackberry extract, and pretty vile), cakes sweetened with honey, and cigarettes of coa.r.s.e Russian tobacco. The condemned man ate a hearty meal, The condemned man ate a hearty meal, ran through Molotov"s mind. Stalin could be most appalling just after he"d been most polite. ran through Molotov"s mind. Stalin could be most appalling just after he"d been most polite.

Now he drank and ate and blew smoke up toward the ceiling of the little Kremlin room he used as his own. At last, quite casually, he remarked, "I have learned something interesting about the explosive-metal bombs the Germans and Americans used against the Lizards."

"And what is that, Iosef Vissarionovich?" Molotov asked. "That they were made with metal that d.a.m.ned German managed to smuggle back through Poland? A pity, I know, but we couldn"t reasonably have expected him to survive."

"Reasonably." Stalin said it as if it were a swear word; his throaty Georgian accent made the term sound even more menacing. But then he went on, "No, we"ve known he got through for some time; nothing we can do about that now but make sure no similar mistakes happen in future." Molotov wondered how many men had died or gone to the gulag gulag expiating such mistakes. Stalin continued, "No, this thing I have learned has nothing to do with that. It was obtained by our diligent wireless operators monitoring Lizard frequencies." expiating such mistakes. Stalin continued, "No, this thing I have learned has nothing to do with that. It was obtained by our diligent wireless operators monitoring Lizard frequencies."

"This is good," Molotov said, nodding. "We cannot place inconspicuous intelligence operatives among them, so we had better learn something by monitoring their communications." He waited. Stalin did not go on. At last, he had to ask, "What did the diligent wireless operators learn from the Lizards?"

In the s.p.a.ce of a heartbeat, Stalin"s face went from mild and serene to coldly furious. A film seemed to draw itself over his eyes, giving his gaze the menacing steadiness of a serpent"s. Molotov had seen the transition many times; it never failed to alarm him. When that unwinking stare appeared on the General Secretary"s countenance, dreadful things followed.

Hissing out the words, Stalin said, "Vyacheslav Mikhailovich, they learned the bombs the Hitlerites and capitalists used were made partly from the explosive metal stolen from the Lizards and partly from that which they manufactured themselves."

"This is not surprising," Molotov said. "Our physicists told us neither of the other parties with the explosive metal had enough for a bomb of his own-that is how we exploded ours first last summer." He stopped in chagrin; for once, his mouth had outrun his brains. In an entirely different tone of voice, he said, "Oh. I see the difficulty, Comrade General Secretary."

"Do you?" Stalin"s gaze was even more hooded than before. "Khorosho. Ochen khorosho. "Khorosho. Ochen khorosho. I thought I should have to draw you an ill.u.s.tration. The n.a.z.is have made this explosive metal for themselves. The Americans have made this explosive metal for themselves." His voice grew soft and deadly. "Why have we not made this explosive metal for ourselves?" I thought I should have to draw you an ill.u.s.tration. The n.a.z.is have made this explosive metal for themselves. The Americans have made this explosive metal for themselves." His voice grew soft and deadly. "Why have we not made this explosive metal for ourselves?"

Molotov gulped. "Iosef Vissarionovich, our physicists warned from the outset that this would be a slow project, requiring well over a year, not merely a time measured in months." They"d spoken of two or three years or even more, but he hadn"t dared tell Stalin that. "We had so much to do to bring the Soviet Union to a point where it could hope to resist the onslaughts of the fascists and capitalists that in such matters as abstract research we lagged behind them. We have made great strides in catching up, but we cannot have everything at once."

"But this is something the Soviet Union requires," Stalin said, as if demanding explosive metal could make it spring into being on the table next to the cakes. "If the incompetents now laboring to accomplish the task cannot succeed, we should uproot them and bring in others with great understanding of the subject."

Molotov had been dreading that p.r.o.nouncement since Igor Kurchatov told him they would for the time being have no more than one bomb. He saw nothing but disaster in dismantling the team Kurchatov had a.s.sembled: for all practical purposes, everyone in the Soviet Union who knew anything about nuclear physics was gathered at the carefully disguised farm outside Moscow. If that set of physicists was liquidated, only charlatans would be left to try to build an explosive-metal bomb. The Soviet Union could not afford that.

Cautiously, as if he were walking through a minefield, he said, "They need more time to do what they said they would. Displacing them, I think, might have a disruptive effect on our progress." Displacing them would wreck the project as effectively as if an explosive-metal bomb had gone off on that disguised farm, but he couldn"t tell Stalin that. Disagreeing with the Soviet ruler, even indirectly, made his heart thud and sweat spring out on his high forehead.

Stalin looked petulant. "They have shown themselves to be bunglers, and you want to give them more time to prove it?"

"They are not altogether bunglers, Comrade General Secretary," Molotov answered, sweating harder. "Had it not been for the bomb they did succeed in detonating, Moscow would now be overrun." He wondered if they could have carried on the fight against the Lizards from Kuibishev. He might yet be faced with the prospect of finding out.

"That was one bomb," Stalin said. "We need more. The Hitlerites will have more, which means the rodina rodina will be endangered even leaving the Lizards out of the account." will be endangered even leaving the Lizards out of the account."

"Hitler will not use the bombs against us while the Lizards lie between Germany and the Soviet Union," Molotov said. "We shall have our own by the time they are cleared from Poland." He briefly contemplated the irony of a Georgian talking about the Russian motherland, but did not come close to having the nerve to remark on it.

Stalin said, "The devil"s uncle take Poland." He used Russian expressions, all right, sometimes with a sardonic twist that showed he knew how strange they could sound in his mouth, others, as now, as if he really felt himself to be a Russian. "How, without more bombs, are we going to clear the Lizards from our own land?"

"Winter is our ally," Molotov insisted. "We have gained a good many kilometers south of Moscow, and our forces are also advancing in the Ukraine. And in the west and north, the Lizards have reduced the forces opposing us to concentrate on the Germans."

"Which means only that they hold us in contempt," Stalin snapped. "The n.a.z.is, they think, are more dangerous to them. But us? They can deal with us at any time. And why do they think this? Because the n.a.z.is can make these bombs on their own and we, it seems, cannot. It all comes down to these bombs."

Molotov thought about pointing out that the Lizards had reduced their forces in the north and west of Russia to attack Germany before they knew the n.a.z.is had explosive-metal bombs, and that the one the Germans set off came as a complete and most unpleasant surprise to them.

He kept quiet, though. This once, it wasn"t because he feared what would happen if he contradicted Stalin-although that would be bad. In the end, though, the General Secretary was right. It did all come down to those bombs. If the Soviet Union could make more, it might survive. If it couldn"t, it would go under, if not to the Lizards, then to the Germans and Americans.

Kurchatov and his crew could could make more bombs; Molotov was certain of that. He was just as certain n.o.body else in the Soviet Union could in any conceivably useful amount of time. make more bombs; Molotov was certain of that. He was just as certain n.o.body else in the Soviet Union could in any conceivably useful amount of time.

Stalin glared at Molotov, in lieu of glaring at the entire world. "These bunglers you have gathered together, Vyacheslav Mikhailovich, have six months. If they have not made an explosive-metal bomb by then, they shall suffer the consequences-and so shall you."

Molotov licked his lips. Stalin did not forget threats like that. Molotov took a deep breath. "Comrade General Secretary, if that is how you feel, call the People"s Commissariat of Internal Affairs and have them deal with me now. The Kurchatov group cannot make us a bomb within six months. No one else you can find will do better."

He hated taking such a risk. Stalin might very well ring up the NKVD, in which case the Soviet Union would have a new foreign commissar in short order. But defusing Stalin now would also defuse the threat half a year away.

Stalin kept staring at him, now musingly. Molotov did not talk back to him; that was like a law of nature. Molotov went hot and cold at the same time; his legs felt like jelly. Facing Churchill, even facing Hitler, was one thing, facing Stalin quite another. He was in Stalin"s power, and he knew it.

At last, the General Secretary said, "Well, we shall see." Molotov almost spilled out of his chair and onto the floor in relief-he"d won. He"d managed to talk the leader of his country into not destroying it-and, incidentally, into not destroying him. It shouldn"t have been as hard as it was. Hard or easy, though, he"d survived. So had Kurchatov"s team. The war would go on, and the Soviet Union, too.

Liu Han hated Peking winter. She was from hundreds and hundreds of li li farther south; the cold months were bad enough there. Here, every time she went outdoors she was acutely reminded the Mongolian steppe lay just to the west. She piled on quilted garments till she looked like a perambulating pile of bedding, and she was still cold. farther south; the cold months were bad enough there. Here, every time she went outdoors she was acutely reminded the Mongolian steppe lay just to the west. She piled on quilted garments till she looked like a perambulating pile of bedding, and she was still cold.

Nevertheless, tonight she was out on the streets, making her way on hutungs hutungs and broader avenues toward the Forbidden City, where the little scaly devils, like the Chinese Emperors before them, made their headquarters. Let the icy wind do with her as it would. Tonight, she wanted to be close to the little devils" center. and broader avenues toward the Forbidden City, where the little scaly devils, like the Chinese Emperors before them, made their headquarters. Let the icy wind do with her as it would. Tonight, she wanted to be close to the little devils" center.

She turned to Nieh Ho-T"ing. "I hope their Emperor has a happy birthday," she said savagely.

"Yes." His smile was more a predator"s grimace than one of genuine mirth. "They are the strangest creatures in all the world-the little devils, I mean. They celebrated their Emperor"s birthday-they call it hatching day-six months ago, too, in summertime. How can a man, or even a scaly devil, have two birthdays each year?"

"They tried to explain this to me when I was on their plane that never came down," Liu Han said. "They were talking about different worlds and different years. I didn"t understand much of it, I"m afraid." She hung her head. Time in the plane that never came down, in the scaly devils" camp, and in the city had shown her how ignorant she was. If she"d stayed in her village the rest of her life, as most Chinese peasant women did, she never would have known.

Nieh said, "Yes, they are from a different world. That is so. I had not thought on what it might mean for birthdays and such, to have a world with a different year from ours."

Even knowing things, sometimes, was not enough. She"d seen that, too. You also had to know how the things you knew fit together. Knowing one thing here and one there wasn"t worth much. If you could put them together, you had something.

"How much longer?" she asked him.

He took a watch from his pocket, looked at it, and quickly replaced it "Fifteen minutes," he said. If you openly showed you had a watch these days, you ran the risk of being mistaken for one of the little devils" rich running dogs, or, conversely, having the lackeys think you were a resistance leader who needed to know exactly what time it was so your raid would go as you"d planned. If you were, in fact, such a leader, you didn"t want people to know it.

Fifteen minutes. Save for when she was in labor, Liu Han had never known time to pa.s.s so slowly. "Will we be able to hear the songs we"re listening for?" she asked, guarding her meaning in case any of the people milling around was a spy.

"Oh, yes," Nieh a.s.sured her. "I"m sure my friend from the Big Wine Vat will sing very loud and clear, and he is far from the only man in the chorus." He lowered his voice, careful even though he was speaking in code. "This song will be heard all over China tonight."

Liu Han hugged herself, partly against the numbing cold and partly from excitement. If all went as she hoped, she would soon have the beginning of her revenge on the little scaly devils who had brought her so much grief. A boy ran past her with a bundle of strips of paper in one hand and a paste pot in the other. He found a blank stretch of wall, slapped paste onto it, and put up a couple of the strips. Then he ran to look for a spot where more might go.

"You had a clever idea there," Liu Han said, nodding toward the ragam.u.f.fin. "Picking boys who can"t read makes it harder for the little scaly devils to trace those messages. All the boys know is that someone gave them money to put them up."

"Doctrine," Nieh said. "If you use someone for a purpose like that, the less he knows, the better." He chuckled. "Our singers are the same way. If they knew just what sort of songs we were asking them to perform, some of them might want to do something else instead."

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