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    â€œKata? Are you crazy? Hoy, Lil, no wonder you’ve taken up with psychopathic murderers as your—”
    â€œFinch. I don’t know how long we’ll have to wait here, but I don’t intend to give them the pleasure of watching me get progressively more nervous. Kata.”
    He laughed suddenly. “Have you spent a lot of time in holding cells, or prisons, lately?”
    â€œWhy, yes,” she replied, smiling with sweet irony. “I have. This one’s about the same size as the others were.”
    Behind her, the door shunted aside. She whirled and dropped into a fighting stance.
    Yehoshua, entering, halted and regarded her thoughtfully as she straightened up. “Let’s hope you really are on our side.” He motioned her outside. He now held his pistol in his left hand, and the four white-uniformed soldiers stood at careful intervals in the corridor outside. “We’re to take you to Records. If you can find your—friend—we’re to do whatever possible to, ah, reunite you with her.” He paused.
    â€œAnd then?” Lily prompted.
    He still did not speak for a moment, like an actor waiting for the prime silence in which to deliver his line. “And then we arrange an audience for you with comrade Jehane.”
    She let out her breath, more relieved than she had realized. “That was easy,” she said, more to herself than to him.
    â€œYes, it was,” he replied, drily. “You seem to interest him. He seems to think that he’s met you before. Under another name.”
    In the corridor, the four soldiers shifted, growing restless, and one hissed some complaint to her companion. Lily felt a shiver of fear run up her back, recalling Jehane—a man who appeared mild but hid behind that facade some secret, some intense power, driving his ambition, that she did not care to discover.
    â€œHe has a good memory,” she murmured as she followed Yehoshua out. Finch, still looking confused, trailed behind them.

4 Oh Frabjous Day
    I T DID NOT TAKE Lily long to find the record of Paisley’s arrest and indenture on Harsh, or her assignment berth: EntOps; tunnel 37; op sector 30-39.
    â€œShe’s in the thirties,” said Lily.
    Finch, sitting behind her, gave the screen a cursory glance. “She must have some good status record, then. The thirties are the best and cleanest and safest run dig on Harsh. That’s why the old guard retreated there. Swann’s on communications in the thirties surface com-central, tagging incoming ore boats, same job I had here at the Main Block. Or at least, she was.”
    â€œGood status record.” Lily scrolled to the next page of Paisley’s entry, but the incarceration charges were listed as “priority” and not accessible to her at this console. “Right. What does ‘EntOps’ mean?”
    Yehoshua answered. “Their division of entertainment. Your friend is lucky. In general, the ‘EntOps’ people get the best treatment—they’re the leisure-time folks. The workers have to buy entrance to entertainment with good conduct and performance.”
    â€œWhat does entertainment consist of?”
    â€œVids. News. Singers and live theater and panto. Sports. Lectures and classes. At least that’s how it worked out on the mining stations.”
    â€œYou were incarcerated?”
    He shook his head. “House miner. In Salah-eh-Din system. Twenty years.”
    â€œHow did you end up with Jehane?”
    He regarded her quizzically. “Like everyone else. I saw him speak. He’s very persuasive. And he’s right, about Central.”
    â€œAh,” said Lily, turning back to load the information on Paisley into her clip, which Yehoshua had returned to her. “So the access tubes to the thirties tunnels were blown—completely sealing them off?”
    A nod from Yehoshua, echoed unconsciously by Finch.
    â€œWell, I owe