looked at what Erika sent you.â She leafed through the papers; all was as she and Madame Hulzein had agreed. One-half the profits of Rissaâs investments, after commission, forwarded to â and later through â Osallinâs agency. Any net loss over a given period would be carried against future gains, but this initial profit voucher was over 1,000,000 Weltmarks. She calculated five percent and wrote a draft to Osallinâs credit before inspecting the other material. Â
She sensed that the man was looking at her and raised her head to return his gaze. He said, âAre Erikaâs reports satisfactory?â Â
âOh, yes.â She paused, frowning. âNeed I tell you that I trust Erika â and by her word, you also?â Â
Osallin exhaled a deep breath. âHah!â Gently his closed fist thumped the desk. âThatâs what I wanted to hear. Now, then â what comes next? Where do you go? Or do I need to know that?â Â
She nodded, swinging the dark curls. âOf course you do, if we are to work together. But where? I do not yet know.â Â
âYou donât? I would have thought â â Â
âWhere do the Escaped Ships go? The Hidden Worlds . . .â Â
Silently he looked at her, then said, âSo thatâs it. I should have known.â Â
âI do not understand you. Where else would I wish to go?â Â
His hand kneaded the stump at his right shoulder. âSheâs been wanting a look-in there â I knew that, of course â and why not? And so here you are.â Â
âErika? She will not be alive , Osallin, when I get . . . there, wherever. Or at least, not when word from me could reach Earth. This is entirely my idea, not Erikaâs.â Â
âThe Hulzeins arenât too proud to use othersâ ideas. And of all people, theyâre specially equipped to take the long view.â Â
Rissa pondered his words. âWhat do you mean?â Â
His eyes narrowed. âDo you know who Erika is â and Frieda? Do you know about the others?â Â
âWhat others? What has anyone else to do with it?â Â
âErikaâs mother, Renalle. And Heidele, her grandmother.â Â
She shook her head. âNo. She said nothing of them. Why â ?â Â
âThe Hulzein Establishment,â he said. âFounded by Heidele, inherited by Renalle and then Erika, with Frieda next in line. And what has Frieda named her daughter?â Â
âI did not know she had one. Does she? And how can you know it would be a daughter?â Â
âSheâll have one by now, if she can. And the Hulzeins have no sons Â
â parthenogenesis doesnât work that way.â She gasped. âOf course. I know about Erika and Frieda, yes. But â how many?â His chuckle conveyed no humor. âFriedaâs daughter would be the Â
fifth of the line. Thatâs why Iâm worried.â Â
âAgain, Osallin, I do not understand you.â Â
âThe copy-machine effect,â he said. âWhat happens when you make a copy of a copy of a copy? You lose the fine detail; thatâs what. And when itâs genetic endowment youâre dealing with . . .â Â
He shrugged. âIt wasnât a problem with the one-parent children late in the previous century, the fad that sprang up among the extreme elements of Female Liberation. Those offspring were â haploid, I think the term is â and infertile.â Â
âI have heard of the movement, but very little about it.â Â
âIt died under UET, with all the rest of freedom.â He scratched his nose. âAnyway, Iâm not sure whether it was Heidele herself or someone else who developed the gene-replication system of parthenogenesis, to produce fertile offspring. But I know the rest of the history pretty well. Â
âThe method never worked