“I don’t want him killed,” said Bean.

“No,” said Petra. “I want him killed slowly.”

“He might be evil,” said Bean, “but I wouldn’t exist if not for him.”

“There was a day,” said Rackham, “when that would be the biggest crime you charged him with.”

“I’ve had a good life,” said Bean. “Strange and hard sometimes. But I’ve had a lot of happiness.” He squeezed Petra’s knee. “I don’t want you to kill him.”

“You saved your own life—from him,” said Petra. “You owe him nothing.”

“It doesn’t matter,” said Rackham. “We have no intention of killing him. When he’s no longer useful, he goes into a colony ship. He’s not a violent man. He’s very smart. He could be useful in understanding alien biota. It would be a waste of a resource to kill him. And there’s no colony that will have equipment he could adapt to create anything…biologically destructive.”

“You’ve thought of everything,” said Petra.

“Again,” said Bean, “you could have told us this over the telephone.”

“I didn’t want to,” said Rackham.

“The I.F. doesn’t send a team like this or a man like you on an errand like this just because you didn’t want to use the phone.”

“We want to send you now,” said Rackham.

“In case you haven’t been listening to yourself,” said Petra, “there’s a war on.”

Bean and Rackham ignored her. They just looked at each other for a long time.

And then Petra saw that Bean’s eyes were welling up with tears. That didn’t happen very often.

“What’s happening, Bean?”

Bean shook his head. To Rackham he said, “Do you have them?”

Rackham took an envelope out of his inside jacket pocket and handed it to Bean. He opened the envelope, removed a thin sheaf of papers, and handed them to Petra.

“It’s our divorce decree,” said Bean.

Petra understood at once. He wasn’t taking her with him. He was leaving her behind with the normal children. He was going to take the three children with the syndrome out into space with him. He wanted her to be free to remarry.

“You are my husband,” she said. She tore the papers in half.

“Those are copies,” said Bean. “The divorce has legal force whether you like it or not, whether you sign them or not. You’re no longer a married woman.”

“Why? Because you think I’m going to remarry?”

Bean ignored her. “But all the children have been certified as legitimately ours. They aren’t bastards, they aren’t orphans, they aren’t adopted. They’re the children of divorced parents, and you have custody of five of them, and I have custody of three. If the ninth one is ever found, then you’ll have custody.”

“That ninth one is the only reason I’m listening to this,” said Petra. “Because if you stay you’ll die, and if we both go, then there might be a child who…”

But she was too angry to finish. Because when Bean planned this, he couldn’t have known there’d be one child missing. He’d already done this and kept it secret from her for…for…