“Very long. So long you wouldn’t believe. But now his days are numbered. After ages in the Ally’s service—too long, I think, but who listens to an old woman—he was freed. But it seems his liberation was premature. Even though he has aged, he may be needed again. But if he doesn’t live till that day…” Her eyes met Jack’s.

“Then it’ll be me?”

“You.”

Against all reason, Jack believed her. With an effort, he shelved his dismay. Maybe that day would never come. Or maybe he’d have died of old age when it did.

But he hadn’t come here about himself. He’d come about his father.

“Is the Otherness involved in what’s been happening to my father?”

She nodded as she finished shuffling and began to lay out another solitaire tableau.

“The Ally is involved here as well, though tenuously.”

“But I can assume, at least from what I’ve seen, that you and your ladies are on the Ally’s side, right?”

She shook her head. “No. I oppose the Otherness, but I’ve no connection to the Ally.”

“Then whose side are you on?”

“Yours.”

“But I’m stuck with the Ally, so that means—”

Anya grimaced with irritation and stopped her card play.

“I didn’t say the Ally’s side, did I? No. I said, yours. That means you, separate and distinct from the Ally.”

“But why?”

“Because the Ally can be as ruthless as the Otherness. It opposes the Otherness for its own reasons, none of which involves our health and happiness. It will use you and anyone else it can to fend off the Otherness, and not care a whit what happens to you. Humanity’s well-being is not on its agenda. It is, however, on mine.”

“Why? What’s your stake in this?”

She began rearranging the cards in the tableau.

“My stake is your stake. Everyone here on this planet is in the same boat—Earth is a boat, when you think of it—and we all deserve to be free of both these meddling powers. This planet, in this subdivision of reality, is inhabited by sentient beings, which makes it all the more valuable in the struggle. But it’s more than mere property that can be won or lost or traded at will. If it must belong to one of them, then I’d far prefer the Ally over the Otherness. But why belong to either? Why not be shut of both of them?”

“Sounds good to me,” Jack said. He leaned back, trying to get a handle on what she was saying, and what it meant. “But what I’m getting here…what you’re telling me…is that there’s a third force involved in all this.”

“I suppose you could put it that way.”

“And you…you and those other women…you’re part of that?”

“So it would appear.”