He experimented, discovering that he could tell the direction from which his other self was coming. He faced that way, ready to walk toward Bane-but he was in a tunnel underground, and the rock wall cut him off.
So he walked along the tunnel, angling toward the other self, while the Purple Adept paced him. "As I understand this," Purple said, "thou art from Proton and have little power of magic. When thou dost exchange back, Bane will be here, and he has power. But thou must remember that any hostile magic practiced here will cost the horn of the animal, and perhaps more thereafter. So thou wouldst be best advised to deliver the message, and bring the return message-and to advise thine other self of the wisdom of this procedure. He may not care for the animal as thou dost, and will leave her to her fate otherwise."
"Understood," Mach said tightly. He kept walking.
The awareness of his other self grew steadily stronger. Mach realized that the two would overlap very soon. He resolved to accomplish the exchange without giving any outward sign. That was part of his wild plan.
The tunnel curved, allowing him to proceed directly toward his target-and suddenly it happened. Overlap! But Mach did not stop walking, and in a moment the contact slipped; he had not grasped the opportunity when it had come.
Then he felt his other self approaching from behind. Wait, it thought.
I cannot, Mach thought back, as the other paced him for a moment. I am in enemy power.
So am I! the other returned.
Mach quailed. His wild hope had been dashed. He had wanted to get help through Proton, arranging some counter pressure there that would nullify the hold Purple had oh him. If he could have made the exchange without Purple knowing, and arrange the counter-action, and exchanged back-
He kept walking, and the other phased in again, this time maintaining it. Fleta is hostage; I am helpless.
Agape be hostage here.
Quickly they compared situations-and realized that they had a chance after all. Satisfied, they made the exchange.
11. Escape
Mach found himself in the same tunnel, only now it was a passage, lighted by electricity instead of magic-glow. He was naked. The one who paced him now was Citizen Purple, a man he knew by reputation. Obviously he had taken Agape hostage in much the same fashion as his other self, the Purple Adept, had taken Fleta hostage. And Bane must have developed a close relationship with the alien female. Well, it was perhaps no stranger than his own with Fleta.
He turned to the Citizen. "Contact be near, now," he said. "What be thy message, again?" He hoped he had the language down well enough to fool the man.
"Stop stalling, boy!" Purple snapped. "You know the message!"
Mach stopped walking. "Let me see her again."
"You aren't in any position to bargain!" the Citizen said.
"An what if I go – an thou hast dispatched her already? Must I needs know she be well, now."
Purple grimaced. "You push your luck, machine. This one stall I will allow; then you will do it, or see her in the pot."
In the pot? What could that mean?
They took a side passage, and came to the cell where Agape was confined. "Let me go in with her," Mach said.
"It's your last damned smooch; make it a good one," purple said.
The serf guard let Mach in. Agape stood to meet him. "Bane! Didn't it work?"
He took her in his arms. He had not realized what a luscious creature she was! It was evident that she had learned much about human interaction since his brief contact with her.
He kissed her – and felt her stiffen. She realized that something was wrong. But before she could speak, he put his lips to her ear and whispered, "I am Mach. Give no hint. Melt your way out at night, go to the nearest maintenance service outlet, and tap this pattern." He clicked his teeth three times quickly, then three times slowly, then three times quickly again, in the ancient SOS signal he had discovered when researching for a game. He had set it up as a code to the self-willed machines: one that only he would think to send.
"Then trust the machines; they will get you out. Tell Citizen Blue. I will try to distract attention from your cell tonight."
He kissed her again, then separated. "An I see thee not again, think kindly of me," he said, loudly enough for others to hear.
"Oh, you'll see her again," Purple said. "Right here, when you return with my message from Phaze."
"Thou art a hard man," Mach muttered.
They returned to the key section of the passage. "It be very close here," Mach said. "I feel his presence."
"Well, merge!" the Citizen said impatiently.
Mach tuned in, and felt Bane approaching. He stepped up to meet him. They overlapped.
Did you do it? Mach thought.
Aye. And thee?
Yes.
Then it be time.
Time, Mach agreed.
They separated. Mach remained in Proton; they had not tried to exchange frames this time. They had just needed the news of their success to be delayed until now. For Mach had no compelling personal reason to visit Agape, and Bane had none to visit Fleta; the enemy forces would keep the females securely isolated after the exchange. Indeed, this was the only safe policy – as the strategy he and Bane had formulated should show.
Mach looked around, feigning confusion. "Where am I?" he asked.
"Proton," the Citizen replied.
"Then I am back! The exchange worked!"
"That's right, robot."
"Then I have a message for you."
"A message? But I just sent your other self with one!"
Mach smiled. "It seems your opposite number had the same notion you did. His message is this: Contact has been reestablished."
"I know that!" Purple snapped. "What else?"
"Nothing else. He said you would know what to do, and what message to return."
"That's the message I sent him!"
"Evidently great minds run in similar channels," Mach said.
"Don't get cute with me, robot!"
Mach smiled grimly. "How can I be cute with a person for whom I have no respect?"
"I'll have you dismantled and fed into the refuse recycler!" the Citizen snapped.
"And lose your only contact with Phaze? Whom do you suppose you are fooling, Purple?"
The Citizen began to assume the color of his name. "You play a dangerous game, machine."
"Listen, you idiot – this isn't Bane you're talking to! You can't deceive me the way you did him. I am the son of Citizen Blue, and Blue will grind your meaty
posterior into hamburger when he finds out what you have done. How long do you think you can keep it secret?
Purple asserted some control over himself. "Do you forget that I have your alien girlfriend hostage to your cooperation?"
"What alien girlfriend? I broke up with Doris the cyborg before I went to Phaze; I have no girlfriend in this frame."
The Citizen took stock, realizing that he had lost that aspect of his leverage when Bane and Mach returned to their own frames. Then he saw his avenue. "So you do have a girlfriend in Phaze. And if I know my other self – as I surely do – he has that girl in his power. If you don't bring back a message from me, he will take it out on that girl. And that you wouldn't like. Am I correct, machine?"
Mach grimaced, answer enough.
"So you will cooperate – and when Bane returns here, he will cooperate, because I have his girlfriend. We've got you, robot."