their minds against us.”
“He knows that if he did that to me, I would kill him,” said Elemak.
“And he knows that I would not ,” said Zdorab. “Imagine—telling his daughter about it, but not even mentioning a hint of it to us.”
Elemak thought about that for a moment. Such carelessness wouldn’t be unheard of in Nafai, but still he doubted it. “It may not be Nafai’s plan, you know. It might be Chveya’s mother. Perhaps the Waterseer still misses the influence she had back in Basilica.”
“Perhaps she fancies the idea of running a school like her mother did,” said Mebbekew.
“But what can we do about it, anyway?” asked Zdorab. “He has the cloak of the starmaster. He has the Index. He controls the ship. No matter what he says, what’s to stop him from waking our children during the voyage and doing whatever he wants?”
“The food supply isn’t infinite,” said Elemak. “He can’t wake everybody.”
“Think about it, though,” said Mebbekew. “What if we wake up and his son Zhatva is a tall seventeen-year-old? Nyef was tall at that age. While our children are still little. And Father’s last two boys, Oykib and Yasai. And your Padarok, Zdorab.”
Zdorab smiled wanly. “Padarok won’t be tall.”
“He’ll be a man. It’s not a stupid plan,” said Mebbekew. “He’ll have indoctrinated them during the voyage to see things his way.”
Elemak nodded. He had already thought of all this. “The question is, what will we do about it?”
“Stay awake ourselves.”
Elemak shook his head. “He’s already said that the ship won’t launch until everyone but him is asleep.”
“Then we won’t go at all!” said Mebbekew. “Let him take off for Earth and as soon as he’s gone, we can take our families back to Basilica.”
“Meb,” said Elemak, “have you forgotten that we aren’t rich anymore? Life in Basilica would be miserable. If they didn’t throw us in prison. Or kill us on sight.”
“And the journey would be miserable, with little children,” added Zdorab. “Not to mention the fact that Shedemei and I don’t want to do that.”
“So fly with Nafai,” said Mebbekew. “I don’t care what you do.”
Elemak listened to Mebbekew with disgust. What kind of fool was he, anyway? Zdorab had brought them the story of what Chveya had said. Zdorab had never been an ally before, but now, his children threatened, they had a good chance to wean him away from Nafai for good. Then Nafai’s party would consist only of himself, Father, and Issib—in other words, Nyef, the old man, and the cripple.
“Zdorab,” said Elemak, “I take this very seriously. I think that we have no choice but to seem to go along with Nafai’s plans. But surely there’s some way to get into the ship’s computer and set it up to waken us well into the voyage, at a time when Nafai will think he’s having everything his own way and so he won’t be expecting us. The suspended animation chambers are far from the living quarters of the ship. What do you think?”
“I think that’s stupid,” said Mebbekew. “Have you forgotten what the ship’s computer is ?”
“Is it?” Elemak asked Zdorab. “Is the ship’s computer identical with the so-called Oversoul?”
“Well,” said Zdorab, “when you think about it, maybe not. I mean, the Oversoul was set into place after the starships first came here. He’s loading part of himself into the ship’s computers, but he’s not as familiar with it as he is with the hardware he’s been inhabiting for the past forty million years.”
“ He ,” muttered Mebbekew scornfully. “ It , you mean.”
Elemak never let his gaze waver from Zdorab’s face.
“Um,” said Zdorab. “I’m not sure. But I don’t think the original voyagers would have…I mean, they didn’t turn their own lives over to the Oversoul. It was the next generation, not themselves. So maybe the ship’s computers….”
“And maybe,” said Elemak, “if you find