murmured thickly. The faintness was passing, and he lifted his eyes to hers.
"My campaign manager, Fleur van Renssaeler," said Barnett with a nervous glance to the woman.
"I know," said Tachyon.
"You're very quick, Doctor." Her opening words had been aggressive, now bitter sarcasm laced each syllable.
"You bear your mother's face ..." He quailed slightly under blazing anger in those brown eyes. "But her eyes were blue."
"What an extraordinary memory you have."
"There is not a detail of your mother's face that I have forgotten."
"Am I supposed to be pleased by that?"
"I hope so. I am inordinately pleased to see you. Every week for almost two years we played." He laughed gently. "I recall you were dreadfully fond of that horrid sticky candy corn. My pockets would be gummy for days afterward."
`You never came to our house. My father wouldn't permit it.
Tach felt his jaw sag. "But I mind-controlled the servants. Your mother wanted to see you so desperately-"
"My mother was a damn slut. She abandoned my father and her children for you."
"No, that's not true. Your father threw her out of the house."
"Because she was whoring with you!" Fleur's hand lashed out, snapping his head around with the force of the blow. Tentatively he touched his burning cheek, started to advance on her. "No-"
Barnett laid a hand on Tachyon's shoulder. "Doctor, this conversation is obviously upsetting both you and Miss van Renssaeler. I think we should move along."
The minister held out his hand to Fleur. Her lips seemed slack, and somehow heavier. An aura of sex surrounded her. Barnett handed her into the taxi as if he were eager to release her.
"Perhaps sometime we can talk again, Doctor. I confess I'm very curious about the religious beliefs of your world. " Leo paused with a hand on the taxi door. "Are you a Christian, Doctor?"
"No."
"We should talk."
The entourage was whisked away, Tach staring blankly after the taxi containing Fleur.
"What, by the Ideal, was that all about?" The Takisian phrase spoken in Blaise's heavily accented English added to Tachyon's sense of disorientation.
Tach pressed steepled fingers to his lips. "Oh, ancestors." He wrapped his arm tightly about Blaise's shoulders. "1947."
"No kidding? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Watch your language."
They started into the hotel and Blaise asked, "K'ijdad, who is the old femme?"
"She's not old . .. a little older than her mother when I lost her. And you've got to stop using French and Takisian in the same sentence. It drives me mad."
"Tell me this story," the boy demanded.
Tachyon's eyes flickered from the elevators to the bar. "I need a drink."
The pianist was on duty tinkling out a jazzed-up version of "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes."
"Brandy," the alien snapped to a waitress as he passed. "Beer." Blaise drooped under a gimlet stare from his grandsire. "Coke," he amended in a subdued tone.
They sat in silence until the drinks were delivered, and Tachyon had a long swallow. "It was only a few months after the release of the virus. Blythe had contracted the wild card, and was brought to the hospital where I was working. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, and I think I loved her from the first moment I saw her." Blaise rolled his eyes. "Well, I did," said Tachyon defensively.
"So what happened?"
"Blythe's power enabled her to absorb minds. Archibald Holmes recruited her for an antifascist organization called the Four Aces. Jack was a member, and Earl Sanderson, and David Harstein. Blythe became the repository for the minds of Einstein, Oppenheimer, and many many others, mine included. Meanwhile, Jack and Earl and David were flitting around the word overthrowing dictatorships, capturing Nazis and the like."
"Then in '48 they tried to resolve the China problem. David was the key to the negotiations because he possessed a powerful pheromone power. When you were with him he could get you to agree to anything. He had Mao and the Kuomintang kissing and swearing eternal friendship. Then he and the others left China, and naturally the whole thing collapsed."
Tach raised a finger for another brandy. "There was growing suspicion toward the wild cards during this period. A lot like today. China gave them the excuse they needed. They went after the Four Aces, accusing them of being communists. But it was just an excuse. Their real sin was that they were different--more than human. We were all called before the House Un-American Activities Committee. They wanted the names of all the aces I had treated. I refused, but then-" Tachyon took a