"Home?"
"Now your life is in danger. You endanger anyone you come in contact with. Obviously you must not remain in Winslow's territories any longer—or Miguel's."
"And therefore," Foursmith added when Spahl ceased, "we will send you forth. For your sake and ours."
Huygens, the man of two heads, said: "Besides, Daveen has been found."
"What? Where?"
"He is in Antarctican hands now. We sent him there but recently. He waits for you. Spahl, is it time?"
"Not just yet," said the seal-man. "Kesley, will you remember what we're doing—later? We're buying our lives from you. Will you remember that?"
"I don't understand a thing," Kesley said wearily. "I don't even think I want to understand. But yes, I'll remember. Sure." He rocked forward on his chair, dizzy, confused.
The mutants gave way, and a new one entered the room—a small, very pale man, normal except for the huge circumference of his skull.
"Edwin is a teleport," Spahl remarked casually.