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I
stepped
back
from
the
telescope
,
breathing
deeply
,
and
as
my
eyes
slid
back
to
normal
focus
I
saw
Miriam
Bancroft
again
.
She
was
standing
amidst
the
parts
of
her
glider
,
staring
up
at
me
.
I
almost
flinched
as
our
eyes
met
.
Dropping
a
hand
to
the
telescope
programme
pad
,
I
did
what
Bancroft
should
have
done
before
he
blew
his
own
head
off
.
I
hit
memory
-
wipe
,
and
the
digits
that
had
held
the
airship
available
for
viewing
for
the
last
seven
weeks
blinked
out
.
I
had
felt
like
many
kinds
of
fool
in
my
life
,
but
never
quite
as
completely
as
I
did
at
that
moment
.
A
first
-
order
clue
had
been
waiting
there
in
the
lens
for
anyone
to
come
along
and
pick
it
up
.
Missed
by
the
police
in
their
haste
,
disinterest
and
lack
of
close
knowledge
,
missed
by
Bancroft
because
the
telescope
was
so
much
a
part
of
his
world
view
it
was
too
close
to
give
a
second
glance
to
,
but
I
had
no
such
excuses
.
I
had
stood
here
a
week
ago
and
seen
the
two
mismatched
pieces
of
reality
clash
against
each
other
.
Bancroft
claiming
not
to
have
used
the
telescope
in
centuries
almost
at
the
same
moment
that
I
saw
the
evidence
of
recent
use
in
the
disturbed
dust
.
And
Miriam
Bancroft
had
hammered
it
home
less
than
an
hour
later
when
she
said
,
While
Laurens
was
staring
at
the
stars
,
some
of
us
kept
our
eyes
on
the
ground
.
I
’
d
thought
of
the
telescope
then
,
my
mind
had
rebelled
at
the
downloading
-
induced
sluggishness
and
tried
to
tell
me
.
Shaky
and
off
balance
,
new
to
the
planet
and
the
flesh
I
was
wearing
,
I
had
ignored
it
.
The
download
dues
had
taken
their
toll
.
Below
on
the
lawn
,
Miriam
Bancroft
was
still
watching
me
.
I
backed
away
from
the
telescope
,
composed
my
features
and
returned
to
my
seat
.
Absorbed
by
the
images
I
had
faked
into
his
head
,
Bancroft
seemed
scarcely
to
know
that
I
had
moved
.
But
now
my
own
mind
was
in
overdrive
,
ripping
along
avenues
of
thought
that
had
opened
with
Ortega
’
s
list
and
the
Resolution
653
T
-
shirt
.
The
quiet
resignation
I
had
felt
in
Ember
two
days
ago
,
the
impatience
to
sell
my
lies
to
Bancroft
,
get
Sarah
out
and
be
finished
were
all
gone
.
Everything
tied
in
to
Head
in
the
Clouds
,
ultimately
even
Bancroft
.
It
was
almost
axiomatic
that
he
had
gone
there
the
night
he
died
.
Whatever
had
happened
to
him
there
was
the
key
to
his
reasons
for
dying
here
at
Suntouch
House
a
few
hours
later
.
And
to
the
truth
that
Reileen
Kawahara
was
so
desperate
to
hide
.
Which
meant
I
had
to
go
there
myself
.
I
picked
up
my
glass
and
swallowed
some
of
the
drink
,
not
tasting
it
.
The
sound
it
made
seemed
to
wake
Bancroft
from
his
daze
.
He
looked
up
,
almost
as
if
he
was
surprised
to
see
me
still
there
.
"
Please
excuse
me
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
.
This
is
a
lot
to
take
in
.
After
all
the
scenarios
I
had
envisaged
,
this
is
one
I
had
not
even
considered
and
it
is
so
simple
.
So
blindingly
obvious
.
"
His
voice
held
a
wealth
of
self
-
disgust
.
"
The
truth
is
that
I
did
not
need
an
Envoy
investigator
,
I
simply
needed
a
mirror
to
hold
up
to
myself
.
"
I
set
down
my
glass
and
got
to
my
feet
.
