“Go on,” responded Monarch, “I’ll tell you when you’re through.”

“Well,” she said doubtfully, “I’ll tell you the second one in sequence, though it’s somewhat complicated. This dream was almost like a nightmare. In a terribly vivid series of events I saw … what the world would be like now if we didn’t have the Codicils. It really was somewhat frightening, but I kept my head and my critical functions throughout….” She paused, then continued quickly. “Some—most—of the ideas were sheer insanity. It was hard to understand, but in the dream, wars were considered a method of achieving peace. I mean, countries had armies, and the greater the war machines, the greater the chances of peace were considered to be! Idiocy, I told you. And in the dream, mankind hadn’t learned how to handle technology at all. Somehow it was used to build up a country’s arsenal of possible retaliatory equipment.” Leona shook her head almost angrily. “The entire affair was most distasteful, and I was really amazed to find myself encountering such nonsense so directly. There was more,” she went on, “but the third dream was the one I thought most significant.”

Monarch nodded, knowing that they’d checked dream details and crosschecked them a thousand times in their ten years of keeping records.

“Well, in the third dream I was a woman, connected with the man Window, of the first dream. And my name was Josephine.” Leona paused, then spelled out the name meaningfully.

Monarch stared at her. “You’re saying that there’s been an error in the legends? That the man we have as The George’s closest friend was a woman?”

Leona answered slowly, “Not ‘Joseph Ine’ at all. But Josephine, a woman. I’m really quite sure … though where the man Window, fits in, I don’t know.”

“I can tell you that,” Monarch replied. From a brief experience I had on the way up here, I think that Window was—is—one of my own aspects in the twentieth century.”

“And if Josephine was an aspect of me, if I’m right—“

“Then somehow both of us were involved with The George. In some capacity at least,” Monarch said. And more slowly: “That could be why I picked up the location of this dig to begin with.”

Leona looked forlorn. “Then why have you had these dreadful feelings lately about the Codicils being in danger?”

Monarch sighed. “I don’t know. The entire museum, the environment, the grounds and the river sometimes lately seem … transitory, as if they could vanish in a moment.”

“Then we have to conduct a Together Dream!” Leona cried.

“There’s nothing else to do. We’ll be our own dreamguides, we’ll sleep in this bed … and try to dream travel into the past clearly—“