〃Yeah？ Sounds like a drummed…up excuse to get outside the null。〃
〃Maybe。〃 He grinned。
Whatever； Darling liked the notion。 Next evening we headed up the creek； skirting Old Father Tree。 〃He looks a little peaked；〃 I said。
〃Caught the sidewash of a Taken spell during the brouhaha；〃 One…Eye explained。 〃I don't think he was pleased。〃
The old tree tinkled。 I stopped； considered it。 It had to be thousands of years old。 Trees grow very slow on the Plain。 What stories it would tell！
〃e on； Croaker；〃 Goblin called。 〃Old Father ain't talking。〃 He grinned his frog grin。
They know me too well。 Know when I see anything old I wonder what it has seen。 Damn them； anyhow。
We left the watercourse five miles from the Hole； quartered westward into desert where the coral was especially dense and dangerous。 I guess there were five hundred species； in reefs so close they were almost impenetrable。 The colors were riotous。 Fingers； fronds； branches of coral soared thirty feet into the air。 I remain eternally amazed that the wind does not topple them。
In a small sandy place surrounded by coral； One…Eye called a halt。 〃This is far enough。 We'll be safe here。〃
I wondered。 Our progress had been followed by mantas and the creatures that resemble buzzards。 Never will I trust such beasts pletely。
Long； long ago； after the Battle at Charm； the pany crossed the Plain en route to assignments in the east。 I saw horrible things happen。 I could not shake the memories。
Goblin and One…Eye played games but also tended to business。 They remind me of active children。 Always into something； just to be doing。 I lay back and watched the clouds。 Soon I fell asleep。
Goblin wakened me。 He returned my amulets。 〃We're going to play hide…and…seek；〃 he said。 〃We'll give you a head start。 If we've done everything right； we won't be able to find you。〃
〃Now that's wonderful；〃 I replied。 〃Me alone out here； wandering around lost。〃 I was just carping。 I could find the Hole。 As a nasty practical joke I was tempted to head straight there。
This was business； though。
I set off to the southwest； toward the buttes。 I crossed the westward trail and went into hiding among quiescent walking trees。 Only after darkness fell did I give up waiting。 I walked back to the Hole； wondering what had bee of my panions。 I startled the sentry when I arrived。 〃Goblin and One…Eye e in？〃
〃No。 I thought they were with you。〃
〃They were。〃 Concerned； I went below； asked the Lieutenant's advice。
〃Go find them；〃 he told me。
〃How？〃
He looked at me like I was a half…wit。 〃Leave your silly amulets； go outside the null； and wait。〃
〃Oh。 Okay。〃
So I went back outside； walked up the creek； grumbling。 My feet ached。 I was not used to so much hiking。 Good for me； I told myself。 Had to be in shape if there was a trip to Oar in the cards。
I reached the edge of the coral reefs。 〃One…Eye！ Goblin！ You guys around？〃
No answer。 I was not going on looking； though。 The coral would kill me。 I circled north； assuming they had moved away from the Hole。 Each few minutes I dropped to my knees； hoping to spot a menhir's silhouette。 The menhirs would know what had bee of them。
Once I saw some flash and fury from the corner of my eye and； without thinking； ran that way； thinking it was Goblin and One…Eye squabbling。 But a direct look revealed the distant rage of a change storm。
I stopped immediately； belatedly remembering that only death hurries on the Plain by night。
I was lucky。 Just steps onward the sand became spongy； loose。 I squatted； sniffed a handful。 It held the smell of old death。 I backed away carefully。 Who knows what lay in waiting beneath that sand？
〃Better plant somewhere and wait for the sun；〃 I muttered。 I was no longer certain of my position。
I found some rocks that would break the wind； some brush for firewood； and pitched camp。 The fire was more to declare myself to beasts than to keep warm。 The night was not cold。
Firemaking was a symbolic statement out there。
Once the flames rose I found that the place had been used before。 Smoke had blackened the rocks。 Native humans； probably。 They wander in small bands。 We have little intercourse with them。 They have no interest in the world struggle。
Will failed me sometime after the second hour。 I fell asleep。
The nightmare found me。 And found me unshielded by amulets or null。
She came。
It had been years。 Last time it was to report the final defeat of her husband in the affair at Juniper。
A golden cloud； like dust motes dancing in a sunbeam。 An all…over feeling of being awake while sleeping。 Calmness and fear together。 An inability to move。 All the old symptoms。
A beautiful woman formed in the cloud； a woman out of daydream。 The sort you hope to meet someday； knowing there is no chance。 I cannot say what she wore； if she wore anything。 My universe consisted of her face and the terror its presence inspired。
Her smile was not at all cold。 Long ago； for some reason； she took an interest in me。 I supposed she retained some residue of the old affection； as one does for a pet long dead。
〃Physician。〃 Breeze in the reeds beside the waters of eternity。 The whisper of angels。 But never could she make me forget the reality whence the voice sprang。
Nor was she ever so gauche as to tempt me； either with promises or herself。 That； perhaps； is one reason I think she felt a certain fondness。 When she used me； she gave it to me straight going in。
I could not respond。
〃You are safe。 Long ago； by your standard of time； I said I would remain in touch。 I have been unable。 You cut me off。 I have been trying for weeks。〃
The nightmares explained。
〃What？〃 I squeaked like Goblin。
〃Join me at Charm。 Be my historian。〃
As always when she touched me； I was baffled。 She seemed to consider me outside the struggle while yet a part of it。 On the Stair of Tear； on the eve of the most savage sorcerous struggle ever I witnessed； she came to promise me I would e to no harm。 She seemed intrigued with my lesser role as pany historian。 Back when； she insisted I record events as they happened。 Without regard to pleasing anyone。 I had done so within the limits of my prejudices。
〃The heat in the crucible is rising； physician。 Your White Rose is crafty。 Her attack behind the Limper was a grand stroke。 But insignificant on the broader canvas。 Don't you agree？〃
How could I argue？ I did agree。
〃As your spies have no doubt reported； five armies stand poised to cleanse the Plain of Fear。 It is a strange and unpredictable land。 But it will not withstand what is being marshaled。〃
Again I could not argue； for I believed her。 I could but do what Darling so often spoke of： Buy time。 〃You may be surprised。〃
〃Perhaps。 Surprises have been calculated into my plans。 e out of that cold waste； Croaker。 e to the Tower。 Bee my historian。〃
This was as near temptation as ever she had e。 She spoke to a part of me I do not understand； a part almost willing to betray rades of decades。 If I went； there was so much I would know。 So many answers illuminated。 So many curiosities satisfied。
〃You escaped us at Queen's Bridge。〃
Heat climbed my neck。 During our years on the run the Lady's forces had overtaken us several times。 Queen's Bridge was the worst。 A hundred brothers had fallen there。 And to my shame； I left the Annals behind； buried in the river bank。 Four hundred years worth of pany history； abandoned。
There was just so much that could be carried away。 The papers down in the Hole were critical to our future。 I took them instead of the Annals。 But I suffer frequent bouts of guilt。 I must answer the shades of brethren who have gone before。 Those Annals are the Black pany。 While they exist； the pany lives。
〃We escaped and escaped； and will continue to escape。 It is fated。〃
She smiled； amused。 〃I have read your Annals； Croaker。 New and old。〃
I began throwing wood onto the embers of my fire。 I was not dreaming。 〃You have them？〃 Till that moment I had silenced guilt with promises to recover them。
〃They were found after the battle。 They came to me。 I was pleased。 You are honest； as historians go。〃
〃Thank you。 I try。〃