Josephine felt like crying with joy and relief. It was as if the Codicils had always been in the back of her consciousness, about to be retrieved. And what about the book? She’d found it a year or so ago in a secondhand bookshop, and had never read it through. She had read those few pages, though, never recognizing their importance, and surely not realizing that they would one day change her life. Because her life was being changed—no doubt about it. She felt suddenly that she should return to George’s at once.

At the same time, Josephine felt some portion of her own mind reach outward in a new and wonderful fashion. She sat down in the one armchair, almost dazed. What was happening? she wondered, because a part of her consciousness already was at George’s: That portion of her mind dimly saw the kitchen, and the name LEONA started to appear in her mind in block letters and flashing lights. Now what could that mean?

And as Josephine wondered, Leona in her dream body in George’s kitchen sensed Josephine’s presence. In her dream body Leona cried out to Monarch, “I can almost sense still another person—a woman who is a counterpart of mine, a woman who possesses knowledge of the Codicils. I’m not sure what is happening, but I know the Codicils are safe. We can go home now. It’s all right. The Codicils are safe.”

Her consciousness fluctuated. She and Monarch joined their minds together once again. They looked once more around the ancient kitchen, knowing that the Codicils had been planted firmly back in time. The rhythms of mind-travel reasserted themselves, and they started their mental journey home, satisfied, joyful, ready for the cinquecentennial.

In her study, Josephine picked up the book again and glanced at those significant paragraphs, and as she did, they flashed into Leona’s mind, and Window’s and Monarch’s, and into Gregory Diggs’ mind and into the minds of both the Georges, and into Oversoul Seven’s mind.

But it was Seven alone who saw Cyprus. She was smiling the most serene smile Oversoul Seven had ever seen. Seven was trying to keep track of everything at once. He was so excited and relieved that he could hardly speak.

At the same time Cyprus said, “Seven, look here.” And Seven saw the thin hand of George the First begin scribbling on the page of the old journal. And Oversoul Seven saw George’s hand begin to write down those vital words: “The Codicils.”

George the First cried out: “Zounds, what luck!”

“You’ll never know,” Seven whispered to George mentally. “Goodbye, dear friend, at least for now.” He grinned and added, “It’s been a—uh—super relationship. You succeeded in your pursuits far better than you know.”