Blackout. Part 7

"I believe so," Mr. Purdy said. "I only just came on duty, but Mr. McCaffey said Mr. Davies came through an hour ago looking for him, and he's still here, so I a.s.sume he found him."

"Michael Davies?"

Mr. Purdy nodded. "Miss Churchill, you have a message from Colin Templer. He said to tell you he's looking for you and-"

"He found me," Polly said, "but thank you. Eileen, I'll tell Mr. Dunworthy to ring you at Props-"

She shook her head. "I'm coming with you."

"But I thought you were going over to Props."

"I am, but first I want to ask Michael if he's doing VE-Day, and if he is, if he'll swap a.s.signments with me. Or he may know who is." She started across the quad with Polly in her wake.

Michael was sitting on the steps of Beard, tapping his foot. "Are you waiting to see Mr. Dunworthy, too?" Polly asked.

"Yes," he said impatiently. "I've been been waiting for an hour and forty-five minutes. I can't believe this. First he louses up my a.s.signment, and now-" waiting for an hour and forty-five minutes. I can't believe this. First he louses up my a.s.signment, and now-"

"What's your a.s.signment?" Eileen asked.

"It was was Pearl Harbor, which is why I sound like a d.a.m.ned American-" Pearl Harbor, which is why I sound like a d.a.m.ned American-"

"I thought you sounded odd," Eileen said.

"Yes, well, I'll really sound odd in Dover. I'm doing the evacuation of Dunkirk. With less than three days' prep. That's why I'm here-to see if he'll move it back-"

"But-" Eileen said confused. "They evacuated children from Dunkirk?"

"No. Soldiers. The entire British Expeditionary Force, as a matter of fact. Three hundred thousand men in nine days flat. Didn't you attend any of your first-year history lectures?"

"Yes," she said defensively, "but I didn't decide on World War II till last year." She hesitated. "The evacuation of Dunkirk is is in World War II, isn't it?" in World War II, isn't it?"

Michael laughed. "Yes. May twenty-sixth to June fourth, 1940."

"Oh, that's why I don't know about it-"

"But Dunkirk was one of the major turning points of the war," Polly interrupted. "Isn't it a divergence point?"

"Yes."

"Then how can you-?"

"I'm not. I'm observing the organizing of the rescue in Dover and then the boats as they come back with the soldiers."

"You said you were supposed to go to Pearl Harbor," Polly said sharply. "Why did Mr. Dunworthy cancel it?"

"He didn't," Michael said. "He just switched the order around. I'm doing several different events."

"Is one of them VE-Day?" Eileen asked.

"No. I'm observing heroes, so it's all crises-Pearl Harbor, the World Trade Center-"

"Are any of them near VE-Day?" Eileen asked. "In time, I mean?"

"No, the Battle of the Bulge is the closest. It was in December of 1944."

"How long will you be there for that?" she asked.

"Two weeks."

Then he wasn't the one doing VE-Day. "Do you know of any historians who are doing a.s.signments in 1945?"

"Nineteen forty-five..." he said, thinking. "Somebody told me somebody was doing the V-1 and V-2 attacks, but I think those were in 1944-"

"Did Mr. Dunworthy's secretary say how long it would be before you could get in to see him?" Polly interrupted. "He needs to approve driving lessons for Merope-I mean, Eileen-and Props is only open till five."

"No," Michael said. "All Mr. Dunworthy's new secretary said was, was I willing to wait. I thought he meant a few minutes, not the whole d.a.m.ned afternoon, but it can't be too much longer, even if Dunworthy's reaming out a historian."

"Why don't you go over to Oriel and reserve the Bentley, Merope-I mean, Eileen?" Polly said to her. "We can tell Mr. Dunworthy he needs to ring Props and authorize your lessons, and they can ring Transport. It will save time all around."

"I will," Eileen said. She turned to Michael. "You don't know anyone else who's observing 1945?"

"No. Ted Fickley was supposed to be doing Patton's advance into Germany, but Dunworthy canceled it."

"Why?" Polly asked with that same alertness.

"I don't know," Michael said. "Ted said he couldn't get any reason out of the lab. All I know is Dunworthy's switched four drops and canceled two others in the last two weeks."

Eileen nodded. "I was just over at the lab, and Linna said he'd made over a dozen schedule changes. Gerald was there, and Mr. Dunworthy had just postponed his drop."

"Where was he he going?" Polly asked her. going?" Polly asked her.

"I don't remember. It was something to do with World War II as well. Not VE-Day, though."

"Are all all the drops he's changing World War II?" Polly asked Michael, sounding worried. the drops he's changing World War II?" Polly asked Michael, sounding worried.

"No. Jamal Danvers was going to Troy. And my roommate, Charles, is scheduled to go to the lead-up to the invasion of Singapore, and Dunworthy hasn't changed his."

"And he hasn't changed either of ours, Polly," Eileen said. "Polly's doing the London Blitz," she explained to Michael. "She's going to be a shopgirl in a big store in-where did you say?"

"Oxford Street," Polly said.

"The Blitz Blitz?" Michael said, sounding impressed. "Isn't that that a divergence point?" a divergence point?"

"Only certain parts of it," Polly said.

"But it's definitely a ten. How did you talk Mr. Dunworthy into it? I had a h.e.l.l of a time talking him into letting me do Pearl Harbor, especially after what happened to Paul Kildow."

"What happened to him?" Polly asked sharply.

"He got hit by shrapnel from a cannonball at Antietam," Michael said. "It was nothing, only a superficial wound, but you know how over-protective Dunworthy is. He refused to let him do any of the other battles in his a.s.signment."

"Perhaps that's why he's been canceling drops," Eileen said. "Because he decided they were too dangerous. All the ones he's canceled are battles and things, aren't they?"

"I need to go," Polly said abruptly. "I've only just remembered, I was supposed to have a fitting this afternoon. I must get to Wardrobe."

"But I thought you were going to show me how to open the Bentley's doors and-"

"I'm sorry, I can't. Perhaps we can do it tomorrow."

"But I thought you had to report in to Mr. Dunworthy," Eileen said. "Do you want me to tell him-?"

"No. Don't. I'll come back after my fitting. I really must go. Michael, good luck at Dunkirk-I mean, Dover," she said, and hurried off.

"What was that all about?" Michael asked, looking after her.

"I've no idea. She's seemed distracted all afternoon."

"She is is going to the Blitz." going to the Blitz."

"I know, but she's done heaps of dangerous a.s.signments. She's much more likely to be worried that Mr. Dunworthy will cancel her drop. At least I needn't worry about him canceling mine because it's too dangerous. Unless Alf and Binnie set fire to the manor or something."

"Alf and Binnie?"

"Two of my evacuees. I'm observing the children who were evacuated from London."

"Which was when?"

"September of 1939 to the end of the war. Didn't you attend any of your first-year history lectures?"

He laughed. "I meant meant, when are you there?"

"Till May second, which is why I didn't know about Dunkirk."

"If the evacuation lasted till the end of the war," he said, "maybe you can talk Dunworthy into letting you stay on to do VE-Day. Or you could just not come back."

She shook her head. "The retrieval team would come after me. And even if I could elude them, staying would mean I'd have to put up with Alf and Binnie for another five-"

"Merope!" someone called.

Michael turned and looked across the quad. "Someone's looking for you."

It was Colin Templer. He loped up to them. "Do you know where Polly is?"

"At Wardrobe," Eileen said.

"I thought she said she was coming here."

"She was. She did. She came to see Mr. Dunworthy, but he's in with someone, and she couldn't wait."

"What do you mean, he's in with someone? Mr. Dunworthy's not here. He's in London. He won't be back till tonight."

Eileen turned to Michael. "But you said-"

"That d.a.m.ned secretary of his!" Michael exploded. "He didn't say a word about Dunworthy's being gone. He just asked if I'd care to wait, and I a.s.sumed-"

"This is dreadful!" Eileen said. "Now what am I going to do about my driving lessons?"

"How late tonight?" Michael asked Colin. late tonight?" Michael asked Colin.

"I don't know," Colin began, but Michael was already striding up the stairs and into Mr. Dunworthy's office. "You said Polly's over at Wardrobe?" Colin asked Eileen.

She nodded, and Colin took off at a run. Michael came back, shaking his head. "He won't be back before midnight at the earliest. He went to see some temporal theorist named Is.h.i.+waka. And here I wasted an entire afternoon-no offense," he said. "It's just that I didn't have enough time to get ready for this drop as it is, and now-"

"I know. I only have two days, and now I'll have to wait till tomorrow to get my driving lessons approved."

"No, you won't," he said, digging in his pockets. "I got permission from him for lessons in piloting small craft when I thought I was going to Pearl Harbor. If he didn't fill it out..." He pulled out a slip of paper and unfolded it. "Good, he didn't. He just signed it. Here."

"But won't you need it?"

"Not till I get back from Dover," he said. "I'll tell him I lost it and need another form." He handed it to her.

"Thank you," she said fervently. "You've saved my life." She looked at her watch. If she hurried, she could make it to Props and get the driving authorization before they closed. "I need to go." she said fervently. "You've saved my life." She looked at her watch. If she hurried, she could make it to Props and get the driving authorization before they closed. "I need to go."

"So do I," he said, walking her back to the gate. "I need to go memorize the map of Dover and the names of the boats that partic.i.p.ated in the evacuation, all seven hundred of them."

They started out through the gate and nearly collided with Colin. "I thought you were going to find Polly," Eileen said.

"I was," Colin said breathlessly. "But when I got to Wardrobe, they asked me if I knew where you were, Mr. Davies, and I said yes, and they said to come tell you they need you to come talk to them straightaway. They said they'd had to give your costume to Gerald Phipps and they need you to come in to try on a new one."

Look Out in the Blackout!-BRITISH GOVERNMENT POSTER, 1939

Oxford-April 2060

BADRI ADJUSTED THE FOLDS OF THE NET AROUND MIKE. "I'm sending you through to 5 A.M. A.M. on May twenty-fourth," he said. on May twenty-fourth," he said.

Good, Mike thought. The evacuation wouldn't start till Sunday the twenty-sixth, and the civilian boats wouldn't start bringing soldiers back till the next day, so he'd have plenty of time to get to Dover and figure out how to get out to the docks.

"There may be slippage of an hour or two," Badri said, "depending on who's in the area and might see the s.h.i.+mmer." But when they sent him through a few minutes later, it was much darker than an hour or two before dawn should be-a total, blanketing darkness. He waited for his eyes to adjust, but there was no light to adjust to.

He couldn't see any stars or or lights, though that could be due to the blackout. In May of 1940, no outdoor lights had been allowed, cars' lights had had to be masked, and windows had had to be covered with blackout curtains. The contemps had complained about how dangerous it had been to get around in the blackout, and now he could see-or, rather, lights, though that could be due to the blackout. In May of 1940, no outdoor lights had been allowed, cars' lights had had to be masked, and windows had had to be covered with blackout curtains. The contemps had complained about how dangerous it had been to get around in the blackout, and now he could see-or, rather, not not see-why. His first instinct was to put his hands out in front of him and feel his way forward, but this was the southeastern coast of England. He could be on the edge of a chalk cliff, and one step could send him plummeting to his death. see-why. His first instinct was to put his hands out in front of him and feel his way forward, but this was the southeastern coast of England. He could be on the edge of a chalk cliff, and one step could send him plummeting to his death.

He stood still, listening. He could hear the faint sound of waves lapping the sh.o.r.e off to his right. From the twenty-third on, the fires of the burning town of Dunkirk had been visible from parts of the coast, but he couldn't see any red on the horizon. Or any horizon, for that matter. Which meant either this wasn't one of those parts or he'd come through earlier than the twenty-third, even though the whole point of picking this site was that it didn't have temporal slippage.